A Bathhouse Feast to Wash Away the Fatigue (3)
"I never dreamed there'd be a Guanyin disciple secretly watching us."
I looked down at Eva, collapsed in the corner of the sauna.
Having been zapped by the beam and knocked flat, she hurried to speak the moment her hidden truth was exposed.
"I-I wasn't trying to peek at all, I swear! I just happened to see it!"
Eva defended herself with a desperate excuse, fixing her gaze firmly on the ceiling as if she couldn't be less interested—but it was all a pointless act.
"Eva, Eva. If you're going to lie, wipe yourself down first before you open your mouth."
"Uuugh..."
From between her thighs, love juice was dripping down like engine oil leaking from a car, drop by drop. Thanks to the sweltering sauna air it evaporated the instant it touched the floor, only to seep out again and soak her raw, scrubbed skin fresh, like new flesh growing over a wound.
"Impressive, Eva. I didn't sense you at all."
"That's the power of Palad's Divine Artifact. If she truly sets her mind to hiding, no one can find her."
The strongest Divine Artifact—its ability granted any wish its holder desired. Marin and I were both skilled in our own right, but if that girl was serious about concealment, she was nearly impossible to track down.
One look and I could guess what happened: she'd been masturbating with our little show as the main course, lost her focus, and let her mana waver. That was exactly why I'd been able to sense her presence.
"So? Did you come here hoping to join in too?"
"Ha-Haha, join in?! In what?!"
"I'm asking an obvious question."
I crouched down and reached a hand toward the fallen Eva.
Fwap!
"Hyaaah!"
Without hesitation, I tugged her towel down slightly. The luscious, sensuous nakedness hidden beneath it was laid bare. Plump breasts like a statue of Venus, a waspish waist, and firm hips—more than enough to capture any man's gaze.
But what drew the eye above all was her vulva, flushed a peach-red hue. Her pussy had swelled up like a cat in heat, drooling with thick, viscous nectar.
"Wow, you okay down there? It's swelling up something fierce."
Twitch!
"Nnngh!"
I'd only flicked her with my fingertip, but Eva's eyes rolled halfway back into her head. She convulsed and giggled uncontrollably, trembling as though I'd pressed a stun gun to her neck and switched it on—so startling that I actually stepped back.
"Hnnk... hic."
Wait, what's wrong with her?
Anyone watching would think I'd used a hypnosis app and ordered her to climax. She portrayed a scene straight out of a doujin or an AV—something I'd never once seen in real life—with such vivid realism that I couldn't help feeling flustered. It was a little funny, too,
"S-Sto-op, please."
"Should I actually stop? You sure?"
If she'd refused in earnest, I had no intention of laying a hand on her. Sex with Marin had been so satisfying that my pent-up lust was already considerably drained. I could go a few more rounds if I wanted, but not to the point of lunging at her and losing my mind. To put it in food terms, the hunger was gone.
So I left the choice to her.
"..."
Eva said nothing. A familiar hesitation—she wore her usual indecisive manner like a cloak. But I caught something shifting within it.
When I'd caught her masturbating at the waterpark, she'd gone so far as to use her Divine Artifact to try to erase my memories. She hadn't wanted me seeing her naked body, her shameful secret. But what about now?
The towel covering her chest and groin had slipped so low that keeping it draped had lost all meaning, yet she made no move to pull the fabric back up. Her expression, compared to before, was night and day. Unlike back then, when panic, embarrassment, and shame alone had stained her face, a cotton-soft, fluttering anticipation was now mixed in. Even as she avoided my eyes, she kept sneaking furtive glances at my cock, trying not to get caught looking.
"If that's what you want, I'll oblige."
Receiving her silent order, I seized the towel hanging loosely around her and stripped it away entirely.
"No, wait—no!"
"No? What exactly is 'no' about it?"
Eva waved her hands and tried to stop me, but far too late, and it was pure token protest no matter how you looked at it. Not an ounce of strength in her flailing grip.
"You want me inside you, but if you let your body have its way, Chloe's there making you feel guilty, and if you hold back, your pussy itches so bad you're about to lose it. Am I wrong?"
"Th-That's...!"
"So you dangle this lowly little body out like bait, tempting me to force myself on you—am I right?!"
Squish!
"Hyaaaah!!!"
The moment I seized that watermelon-sized tit hard, a sweet moan burst from Eva's lips. Forget any consideration—twisting a nipple should hurt, but she was leaking tears and snot like she already had me buried inside her.
"Come on, say what you really want. Otherwise I finish up right here and leave."
"No! Don't!"
Eva jerked her head up at my words, clutching at my arm with a pleading look, tears brimming in her eyes.
"D-Don't go. I want to do it, so..."
"Want to do what?"
At my question, Eva trembled for a moment—then, as though she'd finally made up her mind, she turned to the wall without another word.
"I want you... to put it in here."
A voice so small an ant could have crawled into it. She stumbled and slurred so badly it was a wonder I understood her meaning at all—but I got it in a heartbeat.
Sliide.
She pushed her hips out toward me. Her pucker of a pussy opened and closed like a clam breathing in and out of its shell, winking and wagging at me. That piece of art was as good as a metaphor for please fuck me, and I decided to answer it.
"Good, message received loud and clear. So then..."
SPLASH!
"Nnghaaah!"
"...I'm going to do as I please."
I bent my waist and drove my cock into her hole in a single thrust. She was already plenty warmed up, taking me easily, swallowing me to the root before she came.
"You-You're too big...! It-hurts!"
"Doesn't look like it, considering how easily you took me."
Pain during penetration was a common symptom. That was exactly why men worked so hard at foreplay, to make sure the woman didn't hurt. Hers was wet enough that I'd assumed she'd be fine—had I misjudged?
"Well, whatever."
She asked for it, and I gave it to her. Sadly, there was nothing more I could do for her here—all I could do was hope she'd adjust.
"Anyway, I want to wrap this up fast. That okay?"
"W-Wrap it up fast...?"
"Like this."
Shlick!
"Hnngh!"
I grabbed both her arms and started rocking my hips. Like a thing to be used up and thrown away, like a final blaze before the end, I moved with abandon.
Slap-slap!
"A woman moving herself for me is nice, sure, but honestly, being the one to lead suits my tastes better."
"Aaahh! Ahn!"
Slamming against her cervix while yanking her arms toward me over and over—bang, bang!—the air popped and burst against my eardrums. My meat rod swam through her waterlogged pussy, splashing about, and the wet, juicy sounds became a merry tune, a little song all their own.
"Ju-Just a moment! Just a bit slower...!"
"That's a big ask."
Marin was a masterwork of a body, but Eva was every bit her match. If Marin was a massage machine that kneaded away hardened muscle, Eva was a hot compress that warmed the coldest places. Her insides were so hot I could almost believe I was burning myself on them.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
There was no holding back. I cranked my sprint to the max. Pistoning at top speed, I made her eyes roll and her back arch like a drawn bow.
"Hnnnnngh! Ahaaah! I-can't-take-it!"
Her wriggling hips danced in pleasure, her breasts bounced like springs to the rhythm. Eva said she hated it with her mouth, but she was enjoying this act even more than I was.
"Almost there. What do you want to do?"
"Al-Most?"
"Inside, or out? Decide."
Once again, I left the choice to her. At my whisper in her ear, the dazed girl startled wide awake and whipped her head around.
"Ou-Outside! Definitely outside!"
"Okay, order received."
Taking her request, I threw myself fully into the finish. As a grand finale, I quickened the rhythm of my thrusts, pulling out and plunging back in over and over—then, at the crest of that surging tide of cum, I spilled it all. Straight into Eva's insides.
Shlick-shlick-shlick!
"W-Wait a second—!"
Spuuurt!
"Nnngggghhh...!"
She noticed something wrong and tried to stop me, but by then it was too late. Semen filled her womb to the brim—I didn't have to look to know it. I could feel it.
Gluuurgle.
The amount was truly staggering—more than simply plugging her channel full, it was leaking out and trailing down to the floor. Was this really something I'd produced?
"No, no, no!"
Eva was struck speechless by the sight. She scrambled out of my arms and spread her legs. Spreading her loosened pussy with her fingers, a milky-white liquid poured from within like a waterfall.
"No, no getting pregnant! If that happened I'd be done for!"
Shoving those chopstick-slender fingers in deep and frantically scraping the cum out—the sight was pitiful beyond words. If she'd simply wished for it, her Divine Artifact would have granted her desire at the mere infusion of my mana, giving her automatic contraception. All that suffering, for nothing.
All she'd need is her phone to snap a picture.
I could have told her it was pointless, but the sight was so damn hot I decided to keep watching instead. Humming a little tune as pleasant appreciation welled up, I savored Eva's desperate struggles—
CRACK!
"Ow!"
"Solis. Bad."
Marin, standing silently behind me, landed a spicy right hook square on the crown of my head.