Libido Overload (2)
The woman said something, but I couldn't spare any attention for her words.
The sight of her straddling my stomach as I lay there was simply too alluring, too sensual.
Her robe had slipped down, baring her shoulders and underarms completely, and the front hung wide open — it was impossible to tell whether she was dressed or undressed. Thanks to that, her full, heavy breasts, pink nipples, smooth belly, and the lines of her hips below were all on shameless display.
Below her waist, smooth white thighs spread wide across my stomach, and between those thighs, her intimate—
"Ugh...!"
The sheer visual assault made my entire lower body feel like it was on fire.
When I groaned, the woman looking down at me tilted her head as if puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you seriously not know...!? My lower half is already tingling, and if you show me something like that...!"
"Is this your first time seeing one?"
She lightly pinched the front of her gown as she asked.
How was I supposed to answer that. I'd seen plenty on a monitor, but never this close. And a body this voluptuous and pale right from the start — of course the stimulation was intense.
As I hemmed and hawed without answering, she suddenly flung the front of her robe wide open, exposing every inch of her white flesh.
"W-what are you doing...!"
"What are you talking about? To squeeze out your Yang energy, of course we have to do this."
She looked down at me with an utterly indifferent expression.
Only then did the words she'd spoken earlier come flooding back.
From now on, I'm going to draw out your Yang energy with my Yin energy.
She was going to help me discharge the Yang energy that masturbation alone couldn't handle? Using her own Yin energy?
"D-don't tell me..."
"That's right. We're going to have intercourse. It won't fully cure you, but it should at least work as first aid."
As I stared at her blankly, she turned with practiced ease and stripped off my underwear. In an instant I was completely naked; she straddled my stomach again and twisted back around to face me.
Every time her body moved, her breasts swayed and I had nowhere safe to look — but she seemed completely unbothered as she planted her hands on my chest and leaned down a little.
"Don't tense up. I'll handle everything."
"But..."
"Ah, do you prefer pure love? Too bad. As a consolation prize, I'll at least tell you my name. It's Onette."
What did telling me her name have to do with pure love?
I wanted to ask, but Onette's soft hand stroking my chest made me forget the question entirely. The feeling of that small, delicate hand gliding over my skin was simply intoxicating.
After rubbing my flesh for a moment, Onette turned back toward my lower half. Through the thin white robe, the silhouette of her rear showed clearly as she slowly reached for my member.
"We'll need to warm you up properly first. That way I can draw out more Yang energy in one go."
Muttering the excuse as if for my benefit, Onette carefully wrapped both hands around me.
The instant she did, she yanked her hands away as if she'd touched something scorching hot.
"What's wrong...?"
"..."
Onette didn't answer. She just kept staring at my lower half. After repeatedly wrapping her hands around me and pulling away several times, she turned only her head toward me and asked,
"What the hell did you do?"
"What do you mean...?"
"I've never felt Yang energy this hot. What even are you?"
What even am I? That's what I want to know. What am I that I fall into another world and end up stuck in a hospital bed with an erection that won't go down.
Anyway — if the Yang energy tied to my mana was so hot it was hard to even hold with bare hands, did that mean my mana was that impressive too? Whatever. I just wanted this erection fixed already.
"Hoo... Stay calm..."
Muttering as if giving herself a pep talk, Onette slowly, firmly wrapped both hands around my shaft. Her hands still twitched from the heat, but she took a deep breath and began to stroke me with careful, deliberate motions.
My cock was twitching just the same. The sensation of those fair, delicate hands carefully caressing me made me feel like I was about to lose my mind. It was nothing like masturbation. The stimulation came without me having to move a muscle, and her touch was so much softer than my own hand. My cock, swollen to the bursting point with everything that had built up, writhed as if desperate to shoot right then and there.
Just as the intense stimulation was about to crest and I couldn't hold back any longer—
"Not yet."
Onette stopped and squeezed my shaft tight. Suddenly denied my climax, I shuddered all over and writhed in agony.
"Ugh... Aaaah...!! W-why...!"
"Coming in my hands would be completely meaningless. I need to examine your condition more carefully."
With that, Onette stretched her hips back toward my face and bent at the waist. Two massive orbs that even her loose robe couldn't hide came right up to my nose, and I felt a few sticky drops of liquid fall onto my raging cock.
Was she going to use her mouth?
"W-wait, wait a second!"
"What."
"Um... If you're going to do that, could you maybe face this way from below?"
I abandoned all shame and begged her desperately. After all, Onette was clearly a stunning beauty at a glance. Her expressionless face and haughty eyes were sharp yet beautiful, and the harmony of her features and deep eyes were captivating.
After a moment of stillness, Onette turned her head with her usual blank expression and snapped,
"You think you're in a position to make demands? If I just leave right now, you die."
"You want to examine me too, don't you? We might as well both enjoy this."
"..."
"Or you could hike up your robe and put your ass over my face..."
Onette sighed and rose up. Spreading my legs and lowering herself between them again, she muttered as if she couldn't believe it.
"A shameless, shameless pervert. Well, I guess that's how you end up with a special ability like this."
Lowering herself into a catlike posture, Onette rubbed my lower half with her hands again. The touch was incredible — but the visual of Onette's face as she stroked my cock was just as intoxicating. To have a beauty this expressionless caressing me like she didn't want to... truly, the world doesn't just leave you to die!
"Alright. Starting again."
Holding my cock with both hands, Onette brought her face toward the head. Her plump lips parted, her tongue emerged, and soon that tongue touched my glans.
We both shuddered at the same time, neither waiting for the other.
"Aaaah...!"
"Hnn...!"
I was trembling from the sensation at my glans — but why was Onette? Could her tongue be an erogenous zone?
When I looked at her with that thought, Onette had her mouth open, tongue hanging out, drooling onto the blanket.
"Hyaa... H-hot..."
Saliva beaded along her tongue and dripped onto my lower half. If my body had been in working order, I would have wanted to sit up and grab her head at the sight.
Once she'd calmed down from the constant drooling, Onette approached my cock again. This time, instead of sticking out her tongue, she pressed her lips to my glans as if kissing a lover — and our reactions were much the same.
"Uooaah...!"
"Mmph, fff..."
At this rate, it felt like my condition was only getting worse. Intense stimulation to my lower half while blocking me from climaxing? Was she an assassin sent to kill me?
"Hey... Onette..."
I called to her in a dying voice.
"If this keeps up... I really think I'm going to die, so please just give me proper first aid already...!"
At my plea, Onette looked back and forth between my eyes and my cock. After deliberating something inwardly, she sighed as if she had no choice, stood up, and planted her feet on either side of my waist.
Gazing down at me, Onette slowly lowered her hips, and soon the center of her M-shaped lower half came right above my glans.
"Hoo..."
Onette steadied her breathing as if nervous. Even grabbing it or putting her mouth on it had been hard — how would her lower lips fare. But I was in no position to care about that. The sight of Onette's smooth, hairless sex exposed in such a vulgar pose was simply too violent.
When I instinctively lifted my hips to reach her, Onette raised her hips slightly to escape and said,
"This is a huge gamble for me too. Don't disappoint me."
I didn't know what she meant, but I nodded vigorously for now. If I could just thrust into Onette right now, what promise wouldn't I make.
Onette took another deep breath, placed a hand on her sex, and cast a spell while chanting. She was probably trying to use magic to mitigate the heat she couldn't endure bare.
Once the preparatory magic was done, Onette gripped my cock with one hand and slowly lowered her hips. At last my glans touched her lewd mound, and my cock began to push into the hole, spreading her flesh to either side.
"Hnn..."
Onette's brow twitched. Her blank, cold face shifted subtly as she sank her hips down. As my cock plunged into her tight insides in one go, every kind of sensation flooded through me — the slick feel of her love juices, the hot body heat of her vaginal walls, the sensation of piercing something, and the snug tightness squeezing me from all sides.
Straddling my waist, Onette placed a hand on her belly and exhaled slightly ragged breaths.
"Haa... Haa..."
But she quickly regained her composure and said to me with her expressionless face,
"I'm going to move."
"W-wait."
"It's already started. Nothing we can do."
Onette swept her slightly disheveled hair back and began to rock her hips.
Onette began earnestly rocking her hips. But her movements were somehow unskilled. And from her sex as it swallowed and released my cock over and over, a red liquid trickled down.
"Blood...?"
Not a slut — she was a virgin?