Embracing, Dwelling, and Being Born (5)
The interior of the inn was blatantly decadent from the very first step inside.
The decor screamed that this place wasn’t meant for ordinary travelers—it existed solely for guests with lewd intentions. Red lanterns reminiscent of a butcher shop or a red-light district bathed Veronica’s hesitant face in an even deeper shade of crimson.
“Let’s go.”
“Ah…”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.
This inn was the fantasy-world equivalent of those cheap motels with glaring red signs that stand alone near train stations in Korea, the kind clustered among bars. The moment the owner saw a man and woman enter hand-in-hand, he gave us a slow once-over.
Normally such a sleazy attitude would have been unpleasant, but my mind was elsewhere, so I didn’t care. After confirming we were both adults, he asked in a bored tone,
“Short stay?”
In other words: ‘Here for a quick fuck?’
“Give us a room with good soundproofing. We won’t be paying for the sheet cleaning fee, right?”
Translation: ‘My wife’s a screamer. Oh, and she gets really wet too.’
—Clink.
We took the key and headed straight for the nearest room. Veronica must have understood the conversation between me and the owner, because I thought I heard a sound like she was dying of shame. Or maybe I misheard.
For the sake of cleanliness, I cast magic all over the room first.
Then it was time to strip.
“Huuuuiiiit…”
Veronica let out a sound that didn’t suit her at all while performing a sexy striptease that looked more like a bodybuilder’s posing routine. Wearing nothing but her panties, she dove under the blanket and hid. I sat down beside her, completely dumbfounded.
“Hey, you were the one who suggested this first. Why are you acting like this?”
“…Idiot. Isn’t it obvious I’m acting this way precisely because I suggested it first?”
—Peek. Veronica poked only her head out from under the covers. The horns she had hidden earlier had already grown back to their original size.
“I know. It didn’t suit me, right? It looked ridiculous, didn’t it? I know that too. I got a little too into the mood. I already want to forget it ever happened…”
Veronica wrapped herself in the blanket like a bagworm and buried her face. She had gone beyond mumbling—she was practically babbling.
Her condition was seriously off. It reminded me of that one loner classmate who got dragged out for the school retreat talent show, danced alone, then walked back down in dead silence. If things kept going like this, Veronica was going to drop out of life itself.
I placed my hand gently on her cheek and spoke affectionately.
“That’s not true. It suited you. The subtle seduction was so sexy that your husband got completely hooked and followed you right here, didn’t he?”
“…Really?”
She peeked out again, just her head.
What the hell is this adorable creature?
“Really. Truly.”
As I gently kneaded her cheek and comforted her, Veronica seemed to regain some energy—or maybe confidence. She crawled out from under the blanket and knelt in front of me.
“…Really? Was it truly worth watching?”
“Yep, yep.”
“…What about the rest? Would you still find it cute if I acted all coquettish the way you like? Wouldn’t it seem strange?”
Priscilla. Your sins run deep.
Or should I thank her? From the perspective of the beneficiary, she raised the bar for skinship and cuteness so much that the other wives are now trying to peel back a layer too.
Instead of looking like a husband receiving affection, I put on the serious face of a judging panel member and calmly persuaded her.
“You have to try everything. There’s no one else here to see it, right? Rather than doing it in front of the others and regretting it later, isn’t now the perfect time?”
“…Is that so? Perhaps it is.”
Veronica’s eyes grew hazy, like a patient falling for a cult leader’s sweet talk. Anyone could see she wasn’t in her right mind, but I decided not to stop her.
Now was the time… If not now, never…!!
If it didn’t happen here today, I would never again get to see Veronica’s 100% pure, self-invented shame-maxed coquettish act…!!
Suuuup… Haaa…
Veronica steadied her breathing, regained her usual complexion, and crawled toward me on all fours.
Then she said it.
“Nyaang♡”
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…Was the soundproofing really that good? Not even the slightest noise leaked from the motel room.
The warm sunlight pouring in through the window felt painfully bright. If only it had been under the pale moonlight, I might have been able to hide my embarrassment in the darkness. But under the merciless sun, every emotion was laid bare for the world to see, as if trying to make a person feel as awkward as possible.
The soft bed embraced my body so perfectly that I almost suspected it was alive, yet the mattress that had been exposed to the winter chill held not a single trace of warmth.
“…Why are you silent? Say something. Anything.”
Veronica, who had frozen solid like a statue right after acting cute, looked as if even her hands and feet were freezing over in that cruel cold. Her cheeks trembled as she forced a smile and asked,
“Hm? Say something. You can even insult me, just say anything!!”
When I still didn’t respond, Veronica looked like she was losing her mind. In the end, she began tearing at her own hair like a tragic heroine drowning in despair.
“That’s enough!! I want to die!! Just let me die already!! How can I keep living after suffering this much humiliation!!”
“…Veronica.”
“If the other clans saw me like this, what would they say!! This is already too shameful to live with!! You must be thinking, ‘If you’re going to do it, at least make horse noises or something. Why are you imitating a cat when it doesn’t even suit you?’ I know you’re stunned!!”
“Veronica.”
“If Master saw this, she would just sigh endlessly before scolding me to quit magic training and start polishing my skills in serving my lord instead!! Even if I can’t reach Larilura’s level, there should still be a minimum standard…!!”
“Veronica.”
“Why do you keep calling my name!!!!”
Even with the soundproofing, it was a scream loud enough to reach the front desk. But I didn’t even flinch. I simply pointed at the bed.
—Throb.
Let me rephrase. My eyes didn’t flinch.
However, my cock, which had finally sprung free after being teased upward by my underwear, was twitching as if asking how much longer I was going to stall. Veronica seemed to notice it too; her head tilted down at a perfect 45-degree angle.
“Take off your clothes and lie down.”
“Huh? Eh? Eh?”
Was she surprised that I actually reacted to the shameful act of cuteness she’d forced herself to perform? Veronica stammered, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
—Slide.
I didn’t repeat myself twice or three times. She might have felt embarrassed, but the important thing about acting cute wasn’t how others saw it—it was how I felt about it.
In that sense, Veronica’s cat pose had been extremely effective. My hand slid through the slit of her skirt, hooking a finger under her panties, while my other hand pushed her down, wrapped around the back of her neck, and captured her lips.
“Mmph…♡ Hyat…”
…Slurp, chuup.
She was already so used to sex that she instinctively offered her tongue without being told. It stirred my lust even more. Veronica’s long, slender fingers moved across my back muscles as if desperately scratching at them.
I reached behind her neck and grabbed her horns. My other hand shoved her thong aside, then untied the front of her dress, removing every last obstacle.
One of Veronica’s pale breasts peeked out.
It was more embarrassing—and more arousing—than being completely naked. Veronica flinched, but even as I pinched the pink nipple on her exposed breast, she said nothing and simply licked at her husband’s lips and tongue.
—Chup. I scratched her areola with my fingernail while deep-kissing her as if trying to steal her soul.
Veronica’s pussy grew wet without resistance despite the forceful caresses.
My movements were as violent as wringing out a sponge soaked in love gel, yet Veronica seemed even more aroused by the coercion, panting heavily. Her pink labia, the same color as her nipples, began to glisten obscenely.
I stopped kissing her and bit down on the breast she had timidly revealed.
“Ughk…♡!”
I bit down as if devouring the flesh, enveloping her entire areola. Veronica let out a lewd moan. I licked the faintly tooth-marked areola while plunging my fingers into her pussy, stirring her juices as if trying to spread them everywhere.
Chupop, chupop…♡!
It felt like I had shoved my fingers into the snout of a starving beast. Veronica’s cunt clung to my thick fingers like a vulgar whore sucking them in, and the squeezing pressure was already producing wet, insertion-like sounds.
“Ah, aah♡ Ung…♡”
Veronica’s wandering hands finally grabbed the bedsheet near the pillow like a devout believer enduring torture.
It looked as if her wrists were tied to the ceiling. The way her breasts were pushed up and the pheromones pouring from her armpits overwhelmed my heightened sense of smell and taste with raw female scent.
“Hngh, hoook…♡ This, I like this so muuuch…♡”
Veronica twisted her hips slowly as if begging for more. The dance that would drive any male into heat crumpled the sheets as she poured her climax juices onto my hand. I pulled my hand away, now completely drenched in her nectar.
“Haa, haa, huu, huuuung…♡”
Veronica licked my index finger while twisting her long limbs like a coquettish cat.
—Lick. She stole the precum from my glans and licked it away, staring at me with lust-filled eyes. The calm, scholarly face that had been quietly devouring books like an innocent maiden just hours ago was nowhere to be found.
The woman who had once drawn every guest’s eyes with her beautiful face and elegant figure in a space filled with the musty smell of old books was now stained with vulgar pussy juices and precum. With half-lidded eyes, she slowly spread her legs as if craving the next step—greater pleasure.
—Spread.
Veronica pulled aside the slit skirt that opened on both sides like a cheongsam being drawn open. When she used her index fingers to pry open her own pussy hole, the tightly closed entrance parted left and right.
With her panties stolen away, she thrust her clitoris out proudly while eagerly licking her own finger as if craving something with her tongue.
—Thud.
The sound of my heavy cock being placed on her pussy was loud.
Veronica stared at the thick shaft resting arrogantly on her lower belly, mouth hanging open like an idiot. When I laid my cock across her stomach to measure the depth, a surge of conquest rose up my spine.
“Now the moment you see your husband’s cock, your pussy immediately declares defeat.”
—Thump, thump. I slapped her womb area with my heavy cock as if to humiliate her. Veronica avoided my eyes.
“…I would need to have won at least once to feel any competitive spirit.”
The look in Veronica’s eyes was one of complete surrender, and every word she spoke carried a heartbreaking sense of submission. The moment she saw my cock, a single drop of transparent fluid dripped from her pink hole.
“In truth, mating with you… has always been nothing more than the process of me submitting to your manhood. Hehe. If you look at it that way, does that mean I was so desperate to lose to you that I attempted such a pathetic seduction?”
Veronica smiled bitterly. Even a wild beast that had lost a territorial fight and been bitten on the nape would probably show more resistance than she did right now.
Her expression was so submissive it looked like she was rubbing her head on the ground and fawning over me. I pressed my glans against the hole she had spread open and said,
“You’re done acting cute? Talking about ‘mating’ and ‘manhood’ in such roundabout ways doesn’t turn me on at all.”
“……………….”
“Try talking a little more like a pervert. You’re spreading your pussy because you want to get fucked anyway, so there’s no need to feel embarrassed, is there?”
—Spread, spread. I only inserted the tip of my glans between her labia and pulled it back out. Even that alone sent a tingling pleasure up my shaft as I felt her entrance, but Veronica could never be satisfied with just this.
She needed to be stuffed until my cock could go no deeper, fucked senseless until her mind went white.
Veronica’s pussy had already been completely broken by me—she could no longer be satisfied by anything other than this kind of submissive sex.
When I thought about how I had ruined her mind to this extent, a faint sense of guilt mixed with a burning lust that swirled in my lower abdomen. And Veronica felt the same.
“…Please give it to me.”
Veronica used polite speech for the first time in a while as she hugged her own legs. Her single exposed breast was squished, but she panted desperately, begging for the kind of sex that would drive her insane.
“Please defeat my pussy with Master’s magnificent cock…♡”
Fwoooooosh……
The moment the glans pushed into her entrance, it informed me that Veronica had secretly climaxed from the pleasure of submitting to me.
She gasped with a dazed expression like a girl who had crossed the final line and touched the taboo. Realizing there was no longer any hesitation in her, I whispered into her ear with a satisfied voice.
“Even if you want to lose, hold it in and squeeze your pussy tight. I’ll fuck you like a bitch exactly the way you want.”
Feeling her gaze fixed on my veined, massive cock, I mercilessly thrust my entire length into her cunt.
“Hnghk, haaaaaang…♡!!”