Chapter 182: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (6)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 182: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (6)[R-18]
“This is so un-unfair! You... you! You do whatever you want to me, this and that, so why can’t I do the same to you?!”
Seething with a sense of injustice, Helen snapped at Ian, her eyes sharp and piercing.
“Right, right. I’m sorry.”
“Hic! Sh-shut up! Who told you to apologize?! Just keep your mouth shut and keep stroking me!”
They say the one who loves more is the loser.
At this moment, Helen was experiencing that old adage firsthand.
“Hic! That’s right! It’s all your fault!! I-I’m not the bad one here! I’m not usually such a weak person, but when I’m with you...!”
She really didn’t know how Helen Redrose had become so weak.
If it had been a normal whip, she might have understood.
But with the S&P No. 5, no matter how hard she struck, it wouldn't leave any real wounds.
Wasn't that the whole reason she’d spent a fortune to get it?
However, the act of swinging the whip at Ian was far more painful than Helen had ever imagined.
‘Wh-what is wrong with me!’
It was due to a trauma Helen herself hadn't even recognized.
Harin’s dad... that is, Ian, was the second family Helen had built for herself after being abandoned by her first.
Strictly speaking, Ian and Helen weren't family yet, but since it was a settled matter that they would one day form a happy home with Harini, it wasn't an issue.
Of course, there was no way Ian would hate Helen for doing something like this, but the mere "possibility" that he might—even a one-in-a-million chance—was more than Helen could bear.
‘I know! I know if I don’t want to do it, I can just stop! No one’s forcing me! I’m the one who suggested it first! So I can just stop! B-but!’
—Is there anyone whose relationship with their spouse has gone cold and they barely talk? That’s just a rut, and it’s 100% because the sex isn’t fun anymore.
Even a random shitpost she would normally ignore became like a thorn under her fingernail, constantly bothering her as long as it involved Ian.
“Ugh!... It’s... all... over!... If we just keep having normal sex, at some point, I’ll become a p-pathetic pussy... and you’ll get bored of me and leave!”
“Where is this coming from all of a sudden, Helen? There’s no way I’d ever get bored of you.”
“Liar! I saw it! A lecher like you... the m-moment I... become a... p-pathetic pussy, you’ll say, ‘Ah, I’m bored!’ and throw me away!”
“Just what on earth have you been looking at? Where in the world is there a man who gets bored of his woman just because she’s a pathetic pussy?”
“B-but...”
At Ian’s bewildered retort, Helen fell silent, her lips trembling.
She couldn't exactly say she’d seen it in the Gallery.
Explaining what the Gallery even was to this man, who had no idea, was a problem in itself.
“Anyway! There just is such a thing!! Would you even know if I told you?! Since we’re talking about it! You! Do you have any idea how much I worry about you?! I prepared all sorts of things just to endure a little longer than other women... but it’s all useless!! Aaaah! Seriously! Who told you to be so good at sex?! You could afford to be a little worse at it!!”
“Wait, Helen, calm down and listen to me. I can guarantee you one thing, if nothing else.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?!”
“You don’t have to worry about becoming a pathetic pussy. Because...”
Pat.
Having said that, Ian placed his hand on Helen’s head and spoke softly.
“Because from the moment we first met, Helen, your pussy was already a pathetic pussy.”
Thump—!
Ian’s words were utterly absurd.
But what made Helen even more flustered was her uterus, which throbbed at those words.
“Ha... haah!! I...!! Honestly!!... Is... is that supposed to be a comfort?! That’s so ridiculous! Wh-who are you calling a pathetic pussy?! Honestly!...! Fine, just clean this up already!”
“Clean up? You’re not going to use it?”
“Why are you asking again! I told you I can’t hit you! Or what? That look in your eyes... d-don’t tell me you... want to use this?”
“....”
At Helen’s question, I slightly averted my gaze.
‘I want to use it!’
To be honest, I did, but I was a man who knew how to maintain boundaries.
In front of a woman who couldn't bring herself to hit me because she hated the thought of hurting me even a little, me being able to hit her was a situation that was dangerously close to crossing the line.
“Of course not. How could I? Where should I put this?”
The moment I naturally gripped the whip while changing the subject.
“....!”
The ‘S&P No. 5’ felt as if it were sticking to my fingertips.
How should I describe this?
Yes, for example, it was like a calling of the soul.
—Swing it. It is already within you.
Responding to the whip’s call, I swung it toward Helen’s swaying buttocks.
If it had been an ordinary whip, the force would have been enough to leave a mark on Helen’s fair skin.
But at this moment, I had the absolute certainty that I could use this ‘S&P No. 5’ perfectly.
Crack—!
“Kyaaaah!?!♥ Y-you, what did you just...?!... D-don’t tell me... just now... you... hit Helen Redrose? Even after hearing me say I couldn't hit you?”
Helen’s green eyes went wide in disbelief, filled with shock and a sense of betrayal.
Should I apologize now?
Coming to my senses a moment too late, I hesitated briefly, but in the end, I decided to trust my instincts.
“Th-this is impossible!! You’re lying, right? I knew you were a tr-trashy man...!! But to this extent? Hueh? Wh-what is it...!... Why are your arms moving again?!... Hyaat!♥... W-wait..♥ Hya.. hyaat!.. Aat!♥... You’re... r-really... crazy... aren't you!♥”
Crack—! Crack—!
‘...I can see the lines!’
I could see the lines of exactly where and how to strike to make Helen happy.
“Hyang!♥ St-stop... stop it!... Hyang!♥.. I said st-stop it!...!♥”
As proof, the more I whipped her, the more the anger in Helen’s eyes was replaced by the heat of pleasure.
Whish—!
To finish, the whip wrapped around Helen’s thigh and spun, its blunt end striking her crotch with precision.
“Kyahuuung-aaat!?!♥♥ J-just now... the cl-clit?!..♥... No! H-how..! Just... what... what is this!!... I don’t understand right now!? Hyang!!♥ How on earth!! Y-you’ve never seen this before!! Wh-why are you so skilled at this!!?”
To be honest, I didn't really know either.
It felt less like I was swinging the whip and more like the whip was leading me.
‘Could this be the state of being one with the object I’ve only heard about?’
Since Helen was an Extreme Yang Body with the Sun’s Anus, maybe I was a Heavenly Martial Body?
—Heh heh heh... Good. This is enough for foreplay. Now, shall we tie our partner to the frame and light those candles over there?
I wasn't.
Unfortunately, the reason I could swing the whip perfectly wasn't that I was a Heavenly Martial Body, but because the whip was actually leading me.
—What are you doing? I said tie her up. If you just do as I say, you can give your partner pleasure she’s never experienced before.
“....”
Perhaps because I’d been in relationships with quite a few women by now, I could sense it.
I knew for sure that if I followed this ‘Voice,’ I could give my ‘Partner’ immense pleasure.
But...
“No, I know Helen’s body better than anyone. So I can make her feel much better than you can.”
“A-are you really out of your mind?! What nonsense have you been spouting since a while ago...? Eh?.. W-wait...! Wait a minute! Y-you... wh-what... are you doing!”
Clank— Clank—
I picked up Helen, whose waist had gone limp after the flick to her clitoris, and bound her to the frame before placing a blindfold over her eyes.
“Why are you putting a blindfold on me all of a sudden!! Hi-hiik!... Fine!... I’ll forgive you for the whipping!.. So... stop now and let me go, l-let me go! Let me go!”
Bound to the frame, Helen tried to squirm this way and that, but she couldn't move at all.
“....”
“No! Say something!! I-I can’t see! It’s scary! You’re still there, right? Dammit! Answer me!..... Hup!♥”
Just then, Helen fell silent as a powerful heat brushed against the tip of her nose.
Gulp—!
She didn't even need to see it to know.
There was only one thing in the world that gave off such an addictive and delicious scent.
“Ha..♥... Hyaaaat!... I... I can smell it♥”
Because her vision was blocked, the image in her mind was even clearer.
Ian’s cock was right in front of her face.
Thump—! Thump—!
Helen’s lower abdomen tightened painfully, and her heart pounded wildly.
“Hauu!♥... I-I know it’s there!.. Ugh...!!.... B-but! What am I supposed to do with this...”
When Helen let out a whine of agony at the frustration of having it right there but being unable to have it, the whip came down.
Crack—!
“Kyahu-hyang!?!♥♥”
The whip, slightly but noticeably stronger than before, made Helen let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Uuuugh!!.. Why!! Why!.. aren't you saying anything!... What do you want me!... to do?!”
“....”
“Kyahung?!♥... Aah!!!.. You hit me again!...♥ H-how dare you.. to me.. Helen.. Redrose?!♥ Hyang!..♥... I-I get it!♥”
Finally, Helen stuck out her tongue as far as she could—the only part of her she could move—and it barely managed to touch the vein behind the glans.
Lick—!
“....!”
At that, Ian’s hand stroked Helen’s head as if praising her for a job well done.
“Huaa♥... Huaa♥... Hup!... Just... what... do you think I am... heheh!..♥ Y-you... th-this is... discipline!! Tr-treating a person... like a... d-dog!!♥... Haup..!♥”
She was so frustrated and indignant that tears pricked her eyes, but...
“R-really♥.. how did I..!♥... end up with...♥ a man like you..!.. He-heup!..♥”
Every time she licked the tip of his glans, Helen couldn't resist the taste of the pre-cum that constantly flowed out, nor could she resist Ian’s praise.