Villain Kaya (4)
"Cough, cough."
In the cramped space, a single body stirred with coughs and slowly opened its eyes.
"Ahh..."
Kaya curled up, still overwhelmed by the lingering pleasure. Her mind raced with heavy breaths, filled only with memories of being relentlessly fucked by the Overmind. The ecstasy refused to fade even after time had passed.
"Hah... hah... Ngh, I have to escape..."
The Overmind was a monster. Classifying it as S-rank was laughable. She shouldn't have taken the commission without more investigation.
"Nngh..."
Finally hauling herself up, Kaya slipped into the clothes prepared nearby. The chamber, designed solely for storing her flesh, was tiny. As she finished dressing and reached to open the hidden door to leave—
Thud.
The staff in her hand slipped powerlessly to the floor.
Before her loomed a black mass. A filthier black than any other, an inimitable shade that filled her vision completely.
Kaya stumbled back, trembling. She felt it clearly now: terror.
==
Kaya trembled as she inched backward. I closed the distance with each step she took. Those memories must have been seared deep; her eyes shook violently as they fixed on me.
In the narrow confines, she finally hit the wall. Nowhere left to retreat.
"Ah..."
Even knowing her back was to the wall, her feet kept trying to move further. Then our eyes met.
Hiss... Tremble, tremble. Plop.
She pissed herself suddenly, legs giving out as she collapsed into the puddle she'd made.
Giving up already? What a shame.
I reached out to stroke her head gently, but she curled up defensively. The fear was definitely etched in deep.
Thud. Stroke, stroke.
I knelt to lower myself, petting her balled-up form tenderly. She flinched at the touch. Aside from that, no other reaction. Slowly, the arms hiding her face parted.
"Eek."
Confirming the Overmind's face right in front of her, she hid again.
By my senses, she still had plenty of bodies left. She should know that better than anyone. Yet this reaction... Did she know I'd see it through to the end?
Crunch.
"Cough."
A strange sound echoed, and Kaya's body slumped limply. Blood poured from her mouth.
I probed with mana: she'd crushed her own heart to suicide.
Hm, this kills the fun.
She didn't seem to grasp why I'd come here right after her revival. Revival took no time at all. Death just meant instant transfer to another body. But here's the trick—if the mana formed from her consciousness got trapped, what happened?
Revival delayed until her consciousness escaped that space.
Of course, once it did and she revived, she wouldn't notice the delay.
Like this.
I sealed her mana again and swiftly moved to the next body's location.
A Kaya body lay there, eyes closed like a sleeping princess in the forest. Even in this state, she looked tempting. Tall frame matching generous breasts and hips. That haughty face now just an empty doll, unresponsive no matter what.
But the sensations inflicted kept accumulating—a fun toy.
I deliberately left the room trapping her consciousness untouched and ravaged the doll-Kaya instead.
Squelch. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Oddly, even without a soul, her pussy wept juices and clenched around my cock as it entered. She hadn't reacted this much before. Had the ongoing pleasure from the real Kaya affected even these inert dolls?
What I loved most: each body swap felt like deflowering a virgin. All her prime-era bodies were untouched. Fresh pussy welcoming me every time—what could be more delightful?
Spurt!!
The Kaya-doll squirted. The real Kaya only climaxed from repeated death-ecstasy, but the dolls differed, gushing with every thrust like they were orgasming.
After some time, her pussy—stuffed by my massive cock—was a ruined mess. The body kept convulsing in climax, but now out of fluids, it just spasmed dryly.
"About time?"
I snapped my fingers. Her mana flowed into the body I was currently fucking.
Squelch.
The already tight pussy clamped down harder.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
Kaya's mind began to stir.
Thump!
I pulled back my hips and slammed deep again.
"Oh..."
Drip, drip.
Some fluids remained; love juices leaked from her pussy.
Squirt.
Blood burst from both nostrils.
Shudder, shudder.
Her body convulsed wildly, like dancing or shaking in seizure. Her eyes rolled back, and she died.
==
How many times was this?
Every revival, the Overmind knew exactly where my next body was and came to fuck me senseless.
"Agh!! Hiiik!!!"
!!!
Each revival hit me with overwhelming pleasure, and soon the body died from excess ecstasy. Climaxing was pure agony. I'd masturbated once a week for pleasure, knew bliss well. But this wasn't pleasure or bliss.
It was torment.
Every revival-orgasm felt like my spine melting, my brain burning. I'd spew nosebleeds, foam at the mouth, squirt from my pussy—nothing else.
How long would this last? Endless climaxes and deaths broke me down. Or so I thought.
At some point, I started feeling that pain as good. Why? Why did it feel so amazing?
The sensation of the Overmind choking me while pounding my pussy. Asphyxiating fellatio. My gut bruising from penetration in mating press. I began feeling it all as pleasure, as bliss. Each death, my soul shifting bodies.
"..."
When I came to, I was in my underground lab at home. Bodies scattered around.
Now I could confirm it: the faces I'd died with. Every one, dead with blissful expressions. Covered in semen and juices, eyes rolled back, mouths smiling in rapture, tongues lolled out.
Squish.
Still warm; pussy leaking cum and juices.
'I'd die with a face like that?'
So vulgar. Chilling.
Drip... Drip...
Pussy juices hitting the floor echoed. Even post-revival, no pleasure came—the body screamed for it. Felt so empty. Craved to fill it. Wanted to make that face again.
Flinch.
"W-What am I thinking...? Get a grip, get a grip."
No Overmind here meant I'd slipped away. I released mana to assess remaining bodies.
"Ah..."
None. Not a single one detected.
If this body dies now, it's over for real.
Tremble.
Terror gripped me. Never considered true death before—revival was always there. But a lifetime's spare lives, gone.
Die now, stay dead. No escape bodies left.
"Quick, gotta run."
To somewhere deserted, where I could make new bodies. I dashed over my cooling corpses toward the lab exit.
Click.
"N-No...!"
Click, click. Door wouldn't budge.
"Where to?"
The voice from behind—the one I least wanted to hear.
Trembling, I turned. The Overmind stood there, cock massively erect. Its scent hit my tensed body.
The flesh, craving pleasure nonstop, reacted.
"...!"
Just the smell made me climax. Then it kept leaking, begging for cock.
And I realized: Why was I even running? Death was the pinnacle of pleasure. What had I been thinking?
Splash.
I dropped to my knees in my own puddle. Then gently kissed the magnificent, massive cock.
I was an irredeemable bitch. No winning against the Overmind with a dick like that.
Kiss done, I lay back, spread my legs, pried my pussy open with both hands. It begged for cock, squirting with every clench.
"Finally realized?"
The Overmind's deep baritone echoed.
"Y-Yes, yessss...! I'm sorry...! Fuck Kaya, please! Kill me more, oooh♥"
"Yeah?"
Squelch!
"Hoooooooh!!!"
The huge cock filled my pussy, reaching my womb. I felt its throbbing pulse. The bliss I'd craved since revival crashed over me.
Ah... This happiness? Joy?
"Want me to kill you like this?"
"Yes! Yes!"
The Overmind gestured. A woman entered the lab—red long hair, vulgar curves. She carried another woman.
Ding. I sensed it now.
Red straight hair, killer body—but limbless, soulless blank expression, held like luggage.
One of my bodies. Thought all gone, but this survived.
Was it even a body anymore? Just an object now?
"Wanna live forever denied orgasm?"
The Overmind took the onahole and pounded it viciously. It squirted happily.
"Or feel death-bliss eternally inside that onahole, happy forever?"
He explained it was custom: wouldn't die, auto-heals, endless death-ecstasy.
Proving it—
Crunch. Spuuurt!!
Onahole's neck snapped mid-squirt, but healing magic fixed it instantly.
"This bliss becomes yours."
Soulless and blank-faced, but it looked happier than anyone.
"So? Your choice?"
"I, I..."