Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Not There!
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Iris shuddered as she felt the hot thing pressing between her thighs.
What was making its presence known between her thighs right now... was undoubtedly the same one that had spurted sticky stuff between her stockings and her cleavage.
She couldn't hide her bewilderment.
She had experienced an exception with Michelle, but even so... wasn't three times too much?
Even Michelle had stopped at two.
...If it had done more while she briefly lost consciousness, she wouldn't have a leg to stand on, but anyway.
'Why on earth is this happening?'
No matter how much Iris had resolved to sacrifice herself for them, she couldn't help but feel a growing unease now.
This seemed like it would never end.
What worried her more was that Irene's condition after this third erection didn't look good at all, unlike the first time.
At first, she might have been tormented, but she still had some semblance of reason.
But now...
"Sniff sniff... Huff... Ah, auuugh..."
She looked like she was being controlled by that relatively small (compared to her whole body) thing.
Her eyes, once full of spirited sharpness, were now clouded with sticky lust, and her dignified gait staggered aimlessly, lost.
...And then.
Her once-stiff waist and hips twitched! Twitched as she rubbed her pillar between Iris's thighs and crotch.
Because of that, Iris couldn't see Irene's face, but she could tell Irene's state was far from normal.
With her hips thrusting and constantly pushing her against the wall, how could she not know?
"W-Wait a second."
"Hngh, h-heuk...!"
Squish.
Iris's breasts, pushed by Irene, were crushed against the alley wall. If Undine hadn't cleaned her up, the milky stuff gathered on her chest would have dripped down like it was being squeezed out.
Iris, whose breasts had shifted from teardrop to oval shape, called out to Irene, but she seemed incapable of rational thought anymore.
Breathing hotly, she shook her hips and sniffed at Iris's body scent.
"L-Look around again, quick!"
At Iris's urgent voice, Undine vanished once more.
Having sent Undine away, she sighed inwardly and pondered why Irene had become like this.
In the midst of that, Iris reached one conclusion.
'...Could it be because there's no insertion?'
Though there were counterexamples, among those that didn't disappear after one time, the ones that did vanish had involved direct 'insertion.'
...She had ejaculated inside twice before disappearing, so in a way, it might have been even worse than this.
Iris thought it was truly arbitrary.
She had a rough idea of why it popped up, but that was it.
Not the root cause, and now exceptions were rampaging too—it was a real hassle.
Anyway.
...To resolve the situation right now, it seemed unavoidable that 'that' was the only way.
"Hng..."
Squelch, squelch.
In the meantime, Irene's hot pillar continued to tease between Iris's thighs.
...It would be nice if it came once more and ended like this.
'But that's just wishful thinking, right...?'
Right now, lost to reason, she was shyly shaking her hips, but if it didn't disappear after another ejaculation...
It seemed likely to get even more violent.
If so, it would spiral into a vicious cycle.
'...I've already done it a few times anyway.'
Iris steeled herself.
"Hoo..."
Perhaps due to the ongoing stimulation, a tingling sensation stirred in her lower abdomen.
After catching her breath, Iris moved her hand.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Avoiding the hot thing moving between her thighs, she reached for her stockings.
...In this situation, she judged ripping them was better than taking them off, so she tore the pantyhose blocking the way with her hand—rip, rip—for Irene to insert.
They were already in tatters anyway, so even in this awkward position, it wasn't too hard.
Iris felt strangely conflicted.
'...I've fantasized about getting aroused watching stockings get ripped sometimes.'
Who knew the day would come when I'd rip my own.
As she felt absurd, her panties became faintly visible through the darkness of the torn stockings.
Feeling more direct stimulation, Irene moved her hips to rub against it.
'...'
At that instinctive motion, Iris thought that calling it a 'dick' in crude terms was indeed the problem.
Even in the modern world she lived in until recently, there were plenty of horror stories about mishandling one.
It clearly had an irresistible magic to it.
Even she herself, at that time, without any reason—
Iris's thoughts paused there.
"Hik!?"
She had lowered her hips slightly to guide the insertion, but Irene's tip aimed for a different hole.
"Th-That's not where it goes!"
Iris grabbed and pushed away Irene's pillar trying to force its way in.
'Even so, this is too much!'
Barely fending off the anal insertion, Iris finally felt the heat in her hand vividly.
Thump! Thump!
Each throb felt like a heartbeat pulsing through her fingers.
Even gripping only part of it, its vigor was... intense.
'...This thing has been going in and out of me?'
The thought struck her anew.
A woman's body... is mysterious.
Shaking her head to dispel the reverie, she guided the throbbing pillar with one hand and pulled aside her panties with the other.
For a moment, she wondered if she really had to go this far, but since she'd already resolved herself, she steadied her mind.
Unaware that her own breathing had grown ragged.
Iris positioned Irene's tip at her entrance.
"Hngg..."
Squelch...
A lewd, wet sound echoed.
As Irene's touched Iris's lower lips, sticky threads drooled down to the ground like drool.
Her already soaked hole eagerly awaited being filled, smacking its lips.
But Iris didn't realize it.
Irene, who had been twitching her hips, felt her tip meet Iris's.
As if shrugging off being gripped.
She thrust her hips forward strongly.
"Aheuk!?"
Splurt!
The prepared hole slammed the sensation of rapid filling into Iris's mind.
Not yet converted to pleasure, she gasped at the foreign intrusion deep into her body.
Even with experience, the sensation never became familiar.
"Huu, huu..."
"Uh..."
Having shoved it all the way in, Irene exhaled in satisfaction, but soon felt it lacking.
Like rubbing against her thighs.
Like rubbing against her breasts.
She pulled her hips back slowly.
With its considerable length, the withdrawal stroke was long.
"Heeek!?"
Iris felt a bizarre sensation as it withdrew in one go. Unlike before, her focus made it sharper.
Her prepared inner walls clung tightly, making it feel like her insides were being pulled out.
And yet.
She felt an emptiness inside.
Soon.
Slap! Pang!
"Oho...!?"
Irene's pistoning began.
Pang! Paang! Pang!
Her body, accustomed to pleasure, moved her hips without restraint.
Splurt! The withdrawing long shaft was drenched in clear, sticky fluid.
The slickness made vulgar squelching sounds as it plunged back through the tear in her stockings.
"Hngggh!"
Remembering they were in an alley, Iris hurriedly covered her mouth, but faint moans escaped, and her hand soon soaked with saliva.
Thump! Thump!
Each time it hit deepest, the emptiness filled with immense pressure.
The building heat intensified, and with every thrust and withdrawal, her mind went blank.
As if her brain was being stirred directly.
Like fruit in a blender turning to mushy juice.
Iris's mind softened, whirled by pleasure.
"Eh, eung... Heh... Ohot... Hauuk..."
Her body, already craving pleasure, unleashed like a freed beast once the floodgates opened.
Pounding ecstasy into its owner's mind.
"Ahng, haaang... Hit! Aaang..."
Eventually, Iris braced against the wall, spilling vulgar moans.
"What was that sound?"
A voice from nearby jolted Iris's drifting mind awake.
Snapping to, she desperately clamped her mouth and pushed at Irene's body.
But with her strength sapped, she couldn't stop her.
Pang! Pang! Paang!
Her vision whitened again.
"Who's there?"
Iris's mind melted and sharpened repeatedly.
Biting her lip left red marks on her pale hand, but the lost Irene didn't stop—rather, she pistoned harder, like a final sprint.
"What is it?"
The voice closer made Iris shrink.
"Mmph, mmph...♡!"
"Hnght...!"
Feeling the tightening sensations around, Irene shoved deep.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
She began flooding Iris's insides with thick, milky stuff.
Glurp! Glurp!
Not content with painting her white inside, it leaked copiously from their junction.
Droplets fell onto her stockings like melting ice cream.
"Did I hear wrong?"
The voice that had sharpened Iris's mind faded away.
Overwhelmed by relief at El's voice, Iris's body slowly collapsed.
From her raised hips, sticky white clumps dripped down.
"...Huh?"
Around then, Irene snapped out of her ejaculation haze.
Swallowing hard at the sight before her, Irene paled and crouched low.