Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: A Civilization Too Vast to Embrace
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Twitch, twitch.
The 'thing' that slipped through the curtain advanced toward Iris, heaving like a compass needle drawn inexorably to a magnet.
As if it knew exactly where it needed to go.
Rustle.
Soon after, Philia—its owner, or what passed for the compass... no, the cock-pass—stepped slowly through the gap in the curtain.
But whether she truly owned it in full was debatable. Her clouded eyes suggested she was the one being led by it.
Though, to be precise, since this was what she'd secretly desired all along... perhaps she wasn't being led so much as chasing her own whims.
"Th-that... uh... P-President?"
"Hah... hah..."
It hardly mattered.
No matter who was in control, the situation wasn't about to change.
Iris, easily imagining what was coming her way, called out to Philia in a desperate bid laced with faint hope.
Maybe, just like how it wouldn't go down without being milked for real, this next phase wouldn't strip away her reason entirely. A vain hope, to be sure.
...Even if it were true, what was about to happen wouldn't change. Still, Iris desperately wished Philia retained some shred of sanity.
Because if that thing plunged into her with the same full-force frenzy as it had ravaged the onahole moments ago... she wasn't sure she'd survive it physically.
"Ph-Philia, Pre-President?"
But not every effort yields a happy ending.
Hearing Iris's voice, the panting Philia stepped fully inside the curtain.
Swish.
The fabric brushed against itself, plunging the space into darkness.
There hadn't been much light to begin with, so it wasn't blinding pitch-black, but the shadows made the glistening tip of that thing gleam like a spearhead.
Creeeak.
"Hngh...!"
Philia climbed onto the bed, pausing with a lewd moan as it brushed the floor.
Iris, whose body had gone rigid, finally snapped back to her senses.
'Wh-what do I do?'
Her instincts screamed at her to flee immediately. Stay still, and she'd be crushed—not just under that immense pressure, but utterly destroyed.
Yet her reason urged calm.
...Could that thing even fit inside a human body? It had once before, but this seemed even bigger? Or was it just her imagination?
She was just as confused.
Still, she couldn't move.
If she didn't take it now, Philia would be stuck with the damn thing indefinitely, with no telling when it'd fade.
...And eventually, she'd shove it into someone else for sure.
Even in this situation.
Iris felt her lower belly clench tight, panting as the stimulation from below intensified with Philia's approach.
Finally, the thick, musky scent wafting from it triggered her instincts into action amid rising panic.
She lashed out with a kick toward the encroaching Philia.
Iris herself was shocked by the reflexive strike. She'd even kept her shoes on to hide her feet, so she worried she'd hurt Philia.
But.
What she'd meant as a kick posed no real threat to Philia's clouded mind.
"Eek!?"
Her flying foot was caught in Philia's hand—precisely her slender ankle.
Iris felt her body yanked forward, a massive skirt hem blotting out her vision. The voluminous dress fabric engulfed her frame with room to spare, draping down to the bed.
Soon, she sensed something heavy settling between her thighs.
The throbbing pillar—Philia's cock, naturally.
Hidden beneath the skirt, but she knew it all the same.
Her legs lifted into the air, and the massive slab of meat rubbed teasingly against her slit. Swish, swish.
"Hng...!"
"Hah... haaah..."
Unlike Iris's racing thoughts, her body was long ready, drenched in slick, viscous fluids.
The sticky grinding lasted only a moment before Philia, unable to hold back, thrust her bloated tip toward Iris's entrance, shoving her enormous shaft forward.
Iris's already sopping slit parted without resistance—dangerously so.
"Nng... ah... aahh...!"
Panting from the pain-tinged pleasure surging from her crotch, Iris whispered softly from beneath the skirt hem.
"El... h-help me...!"
Fear overrode even the self-delusion that she had to protect the lily garden. She almost thought losing her mind like Philia or the others might be preferable.
Her trembling voice didn't escape the fabric, but it meant nothing to El.
El replied in a warm tone.
- Fear not, milady. I shall aid you.
...Huh?
Iris blinked dumbly at El's voice.
"Ah, th-that... h-hurts...!?"
Splurt!
Ultimately, she blacked out as Philia shoved the tip past her crown.
Iris lost consciousness from the shock of her entrance being pried open by the thick, rigid invader.
She came to as Philia gripped her ankles.
And slammed her hips down.
Grind! Thud!
Sounds no human body should make echoed as Philia's pillar plunged downward, skewering Iris's depths in one brutal thrust.
"Kehk!?"
The impact snapped Iris awake, but the unimaginable pressure in her gut choked off her breath.
Waking up might have been the real misfortune.
"Guh... ngh... kehk...!"
No matter how prepared her body was, the size was too much for her.
But with it already buried so deep.
Resisting was next to impossible.
Her bulging belly made that abundantly clear.
Good thing the skirt hid it from view.
"Nng... hah... aahh...!"
A single thrust left Iris's head spinning. The heat in her belly was irrelevant now.
Schluck!
"Nghk!?"
Meanwhile, Philia pulled back slightly, as if intending to withdraw and reinsert like it was imprinted in her body.
But the angle was awkward.
So she just slammed it back in with a thud!
"Oof!"
Philia panted with a dazed expression, clearly savoring the pleasure.
She ravaged and crushed Iris's insides with overwhelming mass.
It was less pistoning and more pulverizing.
"Oh, h-hey... st-stop... Ph-Phili... kehk!?"
Thump! Thoom!
Pain and pleasure tangled, turning Iris's mind to mush.
Tears stung her eyes, soaking her lashes, while crimson trickled from her dainty nose.
She looked like she'd hit her limit from sensory overload.
- ...This looks rather tough.
A small silhouette rose beside Iris, tongue lolling slackly.
The water-formed figure gently stroked her cheek, then slowly infused her with energy. It eased her body somewhat, but the immediate pain and pleasure remained unchanged.
"Kk!? H-hngh... u-uu... e... e-kk!"
Iris could no longer form words—or even syllables.
She flopped limply.
All the while.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Philia chased ecstasy without pause.
As if it were her sole purpose on earth.
At some point.
Whether sensing the silhouette by Iris's cheek or not.
Philia lowered her legs, shifting position to press face-to-face.
Still impaled to the hilt, she mashed her breasts against Iris's and embraced her face. Iris's hot breaths dampened the skirt enclosing them.
An odd pose, but possible since Philia towered over her.
Thus cradling Iris tenderly, Philia resumed her pleasure hunt.
Dong! Dong!
Sounds like clubbing echoed. Their sweat-slick bodies clung seamlessly.
No fragmented words escaped Iris now.
Only faint, beastly whimpers.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Splurt!
How long had Philia been hammering away?
Feeling climax build, familiar now, she drew her hips back fully.
Then pierced the deepest core in one final thrust.
Iris's back arched like a bow from the shock.
There.
Spuuuurt!
Sticky white ropes surged along the flushed shaft.
Gloop! Gloop! Gloop!
Her already distorted belly swelled like a pregnant woman's.
"Haaaah..."
Philia's face beamed with utter relief as she dumped everything inside, bloort, bloooort.
As Iris's bloated gut pushed back, excess air hissed out with a pwffft!, and messy fluids leaked from her lower half.
Unfinished, Philia sensed the energy near her cheek, whined in dissatisfaction, and pressed closer.
Pwuuurt!
"Hngrrk!?"
A death-rattle groan from Iris, and whites squeezed out like wrung ballsacks.
The thick scent from her lower body filled the curtain, then seeped into the infirmary.
It'd be a while before they regained their senses.
...Iris, pinned beneath, even longer.