Water Park (4)
I had taken Eva's virginity.
The precious innocence of the protagonist of Academy Yuri Princess — the flower, plucked.
A wave of satisfaction crashed over me like surf pounding against the shore.
"Uuughaah...!"
Eva trembled violently, wracked by a sharp pain as though she'd been pierced through, and the sight of her was pitiful beyond words. She had already relieved herself plenty with her fingers before I arrived, so there was no maiden's blood — but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"Uuhek... it hurts..."
She was in considerable pain, and she burst into tears. The thing wasn't even halfway in yet, but she was bawling fat drops of misery like she'd lived through the end of the world.
"What...? Why does it hurt this much? What's going on?"
Her mouth hung slack, and the dazed haze she'd sunk into during sex began to lift. Blinking as she tried to piece together her situation, Eva finally discovered that I was standing behind her, cock buried inside her pussy.
"Mis...ter?"
Her wandering, directionless gaze landed on me. She still didn't seem to grasp what was happening.
"This is a dream... right?"
"..."
"It h-has to be, right? Because otherwise, there's no way I'd be having sex with you, mister."
I watched her talk to herself in silence. If she wanted to believe it was a dream and move on, great; if not, so be it. What I hoped for was for her to misunderstanding things her own way and let it slide — but frankly, I could tell that wasn't going to happen.
'Yeah, no chance, is there?'
I'd made far too flashy a mess of things to quietly clean up afterward. Pretending not to notice would feel more awkward than just facing it.
"No, no, no! This is — I mean, I—!"
And my silence became the very thing that woke her from her half-dreaming stupor and made her realize exactly what state she was in.
"Why — why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong."
Eva truly had done nothing wrong. If I were being pedantic, sneaking off to masturbate outside could technically be called public indecency — but that hardly constituted a get-out-of-jail-free card for jumping her.
"B-but why would you do something like this to me—"
"Because..."
It turned me on. She probably wouldn't remember, but she'd seduced me at the exact moment I was buried inside her — that's why.
I had reasons to spare, overflowing even, but I deliberately muddled my answer. Because it was more fun that way.
"P-please, I'm begging you. Say something — an excuse, anything..."
Disappointment and betrayal settled into her face, negative emotions gathering one after another. It was a natural reaction — the person she'd trusted had stabbed her in the back. From the look of it, she'd genuinely believed I would never touch her.
My heart ached. Just a little. A very little.
I'd barged into her mansion, exchanged barely a few words with her, and apparently that had earned me her real trust — enough that I found myself thinking, was I too harsh? But that pang passed in the blink of a dusty eye.
"Why did it have to be me, why something this awful... aahn!"
Her ragged breathing, the moans spilling out every time she tried to speak — they knocked my musings right out of my head.
Slap!
"Uuhek!"
One sharp snap of my hips, and a cry of ecstasy burst from Eva's lips. When my cock kissed the mouth of her womb, she shook like an aspen leaf.
"S-stop it, please! I can't take any more...!"
She desperately pleaded with me to stop, squeezing her eyes shut as if unable to accept this reality.
"You really want me to stop?"
"Huh...?"
I turned the question back on her instead.
"If that's what you want, I'll take my hands off you right this second. Go on — pull it out."
I raised both hands like a man surrendering, glancing pointedly between her and the place where our bodies were still joined, as if to say: you do it yourself — pull my cock out of your pussy.
Normally she would have scrambled away and put as much distance between us as possible.
"Haah... ♡"
But even with her chance handed to her, Eva didn't move. Like someone whose ride home had arrived after a long trip, yet whose feet wouldn't budge out of sheer reluctance to leave.
'Just as I expected.'
I'd been half-sure before, but this reaction made it certain. There was no way to read her as being forced into anything. She was drooling like a mad dog, cheeks flushing every time her eyes met mine. Her sanity had returned, yet she was still in heat, excited as some rutting animal.
"Wh-why am I... like this..."
She clutched her head, shaken and confused by her own body.
"If you're not going to move, then I'll take that as permission."
Eva had squandered her chance to escape my grasp. All that remained was to accept what came next with grace.
Thrust!
"Uuwaah ♡!"
My patience ended there. I'd held back plenty by this point, and I threw everything into the sex.
Slap, slap!
"Uuungh!"
Every time our joined flesh met, her ass cheeks bounced off me with a lewd, wet sound. Each time the head of my cock dragged back and forth across the folds of her pussy, Eva shrieked a piercing cry of pleasure.
"Huaaah! No — I can't do this — aaah ♡!"
Scritch, scritch!
Her body thrashing wildly, she looked back at me — at our joined bodies.
"It's — it's going in. Something that big — aaah ♡!"
I'd started it without asking, but she was sinking into the act just as if she'd wanted it all along. The shame of having her chastity stolen — the purity she'd meant to protect as a woman — was drowned beneath pleasure and forgotten in moments. The eyes that had glared at me in accusation melted away like snow before the sweltering, mind-melting heat of our coupling, and filled to the brim with affection instead.
"It feels — it feels so goooood ♡♡! It's nothing like what we did in the dreaaam ♡♡!"
By now, instead of telling me to stop, she was begging for more. With her pleasure spilling freely from her lips, I rose to meet her expectations and pounded her even harder.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Eva — can I finish inside you now?"
Holding back had reached its limit. I still bothered to ask for her consent.
"I-inside? You mean—"
"The grand finale, obviously. If you're going to have sex, you've got to wrap it up properly, right?"
I could pull out, sure — but since we'd already come this far, wouldn't it be best to end it by cumming deep in your pussy?
The demure Eva I knew would have had a fit at those words and refused without a second's hesitation.
"Um, well..."
But instead of a firm refusal, she only squirmed and agonized over it. Logically, taking on the risk of pregnancy was the wrong call — and yet.
Gulp.
The instinct of a flushed, faintly rolling-eyed Eva was unmistakably crying out for my cum — begging me to finish inside her.
"Judging by that face, you've decided."
"W-wait, just a second — hyiiiik ♡♡♡!"
She belatedly flapped her hands in protest, but it was far too late.
Scritch-scritch-scritch!
I slammed into her with a final sprint, bodies colliding savagely. Blood pooled in my shaft, blazing hot, and I hammered the deepest reaches of her pussy over and over, stimulating my prostate with every stroke. My cock, long past its limit, unleashed every ounce of desire it had been holding back.
Spuuurt!
"Huaaaang ♡♡♡!"
I felt thick, gooey liquid flood her insides to the brim. Eva came in tandem with me, her whole body shuddering. Pearly white semen poured from her stuffed pussy like a waterfall down the cleft of her thighs, putting a period at the end of our act.
When I caught my breath and looked around, Eva had slumped to the ground, her legs gone completely limp.
"Uuhehe... ♡"
Her unfocused eyes rolled aimlessly over the ground. I supported her from the side so she could collect herself quickly, and for a while, the two of us just breathed, soaking in the afterglow.
...
Once the heated display of affection was over, we cleaned up after ourselves so that not a trace would remain. With a Divine Artifact that granted whatever I wished for, tidying up was no trouble at all.
"Uuueeek!"
'This is a problem.'
Back in her right mind, Eva was bawling her heart out in woeful hiccups.
"Huaaaang!"
Thud, thud!
Tears streaming, snot flying, she pummeled me with her tightly clenched fists. Weaker than a foam bat, but it was her full power.
"You're — you're the worst! Even if I did seduce you, how could you do something like that!"
'So she does remember, huh.'
Begging me to fuck her, then denying reality once I had, then showering me with blame — on and on. I'd assumed her scrambled mind wouldn't hold onto it, but nope.
"You — you knew I was dating Chloe! You could have held back a little, couldn't you?!"
"Sorry. Still, when you were begging me to put it in, pulling out seemed like the ruder move."
"Uuuu, I-I don't care anymore! How am I supposed to face Chloe after this?!"
"Just greet her with a big hug when you see her. What's so hard about that?"
"Th-that's not the point!"
Visibly choked up, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip.
"I-I have someone I'm dating, and I did this with someone else. I'm trash."
Watching her blame herself like that was oddly heartbreaking. Blaming me would have been easier on her heart, but this kind girl turned her anguish inward instead of pointing fingers.
Nothing like Chloe at all. If it had been Chloe, she'd have denied her own fault and interrogated me, jabbing her finger in my face.
Ah, what a good girl. Too good.
A world of difference from that foul-tempered demon with black hair and crimson eyes. She was like...
{Like an angel descended from heaven, you say?}
"That's exactly it..."
In that instant, I turned toward a familiar chat notification — the first I'd heard from it in ages.
{Yo. Been keeping busy?}
There was no mistaking it. The entity I knew — the one calling itself the Helper. Of all times, of all places, that bastard, silent for so long, chose now to pop up again.
{Like an angel descended from heaven, you say?}
"That's exactly it..."
{Yo. Been keeping busy?}