Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Interlude: #Exhibitionism
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“Hey, Kiriche. Why are you the one going when Konakan's the one who needs to pee?”
Lucia narrowed her eyes at me like a detective who'd just nabbed decisive evidence against a suspect.
Even that was cute, but right now, I had to shake her off if I wanted to survive.
“He could get ambushed by monsters while he's peeing. Don't we need someone watching our backs?”
“We don't need a rear guard?”
This bitch. Is she for real?
“You're right. In that case, I'll go with him.”
“Then I'll get bored.”
“I'm not gonna get bored.”
“What's the big deal about a quick piss break that you're clinging to me like this?”
“I didn't think it was a big deal until you started going this far. Now it looks like you're about to pull off some grand scheme.”
Oh, for real... This girl's a tough opponent.
Frustrated, I swept back my long platinum hair, and Lucia stepped closer, jabbing my chest.
“You horny bitch. Wasn't yesterday's bed-shattering fuck enough? Now you need it outdoors too?”
Her outright dehumanizing attitude made my blood boil for a second, but I couldn't think of a comeback.
It probably did look that way.
As I hemmed and hawed, at a loss for words, Konakan stepped in.
“I didn't want to use this method.”
“What method?”
#SleepRape
Target falls into a deep, unbreakable sleep
No sooner had Konakan finished speaking than Lucia went limp and collapsed. She dropped like she'd fainted outright, forcing me to catch her with a panicked “Whoa?!”
“Hey, what did you do?! Did you kill her?!”
“Listen closely. She's just asleep.”
Only then did I hear Lucia's breathing.
Deep and steady. Completely at peace, like she was in the deepest slumber.
“What did you do?”
Konakan crossed his arms proudly and answered.
“#SleepRape.”
“Oh...”
Genius.
I'd seen girls in sleep-rape scenes get bitten, sucked, even fucked and creampied without waking. I'd wondered if they weren't basically corpses at that point.
But seeing Lucia flop down like a powered-off robot, it clicked.
For sleep-rape to work, they have to pass out like they've been drugged with heavy sedatives!
“I added the tag, but whether it leads to intercourse is up to me. Just putting her to sleep is fine, right?”
“True. You're a genius.”
“Just in case, #SleepRape on Rebecca too.”
#SleepRape
Target falls into a deep, unbreakable sleep
The moment Konakan spoke, Rebecca—who'd been sleeping with her back turned—started breathing more deeply too.
She probably wouldn't wake for hours.
“What if we don't release the tag? Will they sleep forever?”
“No sleep-rape story has eternal sleep. They'll wake up eventually.”
Fair point.
Anyway, the two obstacles blocking our survival breeding were shipped off to dreamland.
Now it was time for the real sex.
“...”
“Uh, yeah...”
Why is this so awkward?
Are these the same people who were just arguing about peeing versus fucking moments ago?
We knew we had to do it.
But now that the stage was set for real, it was mortifyingly embarrassing.
“We... have to, right?”
“O-Of course. And, uh, I told you not to use formal speech...”
“Oh, right. Sorry—no, my bad.”
“Nah, no need to apologize.”
No time for chit-chat with who-knows-when-they'll-wake girls right there.
“Um... you know.”
I spoke first in the end.
“Should we step outside to talk?”
I hated outdoor sex, but blatantly fucking in front of others was embarrassing too.
Setting aside male or female, there's just that inherent shame. Like, even if your parents know you watch porn, you don't do it in front of them.
That ingrained shame made me hesitate to do lewd stuff in front of these two, even if they were deeply asleep via tag power.
But Konakan seemed more wary of going outside.
“Monsters could sneak up while we're out there.”
True.
Sex required so many conditions. How did we even manage the first time?
“No, but blatantly fucking in front of them feels off.”
“Still, it's safer here all things considered.”
“No guarantee we won't get ambushed outside!”
“No guarantee we won't inside either.”
“Ugh, true, but...”
His point was valid, so I couldn't just push my opinion.
As I pondered, Konakan clapped his hands with an “Aha!”
“Got a good idea?”
“First off, Kiriche. You're gonna do it with me now, right?”
Why ask something so gross? Planning another “polite rape” like last time?
I nodded reluctantly, and Konakan looked up above my head with a satisfied grin, like it was settled.
#Exhibitionism
Arousal from exposure synergizes with existing tags
...Is this guy insane?
“Exhibitionism...?”
I stared in disbelief, and he waved his hands frantically.
“N-No! Don't get the wrong idea. It's just lubricant to smooth out the mood!”
“Lubricant my ass. You're just trying to make me do shameful play in front of them, you perv.”
“That's not it...!”
Konakan denied it quickly, raising his voice before glancing at the sleeping duo and lowering it to argue further.
“You said being seen embarrasses you, so I changed your kink to not mind it!”
With that, he slowly reached for my chest, apparently to prove it without more words.
But his hand trembled hesitantly as it approached.
“I-I'm gonna... touch...”
“Pfft—hahaha! What are you doing?!”
I burst out laughing.
He looked dumbfounded too, chuckling as he withdrew his hand and scratched his head.
“Man, even with the mood set, actually touching feels super awkward.”
“You popped my cherry just fine, but touching tits makes you shy? Unlike hymens, tits don't wear out from touching.”
“First person I've met who says hymens 'wear out.'”
“It's a figure of speech. The guy who tore through something that actually breaks shouldn't hesitate like this.”
This wasn't progressing. He'd only done it last time out of desperation with no time; basically, he's too nice.
I needed to man up and take the lead.
“I'll take the manly role this time. Come here.”
Damn right! Whatever, I'm not a virgin anymore, no pregnancy risk, and with our lives on the line, no time for half-assed tests.
I grabbed his scratching right hand and pressed it to my chest...
“Hyah...?!”
...What the fuck was that?
The unexpectedly sweet moan turned both our faces beet red.
“Why'd you make that weird noise...?”
His embarrassed deflection made it even more mortifying.
“I-It wasn't me! My body just... reacted to the sudden touch...”
“Like that pussy-grip passive from yesterday?”
Pussy-grip passive—what crude naming, though fitting for a game world.
But that's not the point.
“Wanna try touching again?”
“Yeah.”
Squish.
“Kyaa...?!”
Last time it was barely a graze, but now with a massaging lift, a louder sound escaped, and I clamped my mouth shut.
“What is this... what the hell...”
Just a tit touch, and my body heated up, lower belly tingling.
This hyper-sensitive change was all too familiar.
“That #WholeBodyErogenousZone tag again...?”
But Konakan denied it.
“Only added exhibitionism. For real.”
“Then why...”
In my confusion, a realization hit.
Even without new tags, synergies could arise from existing ones and situations.
I naturally hated being seen.
But the tag turned me into a body that got aroused by exposure.
To maximize that contradictory thrill—the shame of hating it yet getting turned on.
Shame amplified sensitivity, turning me into a lewd, hypersensitive body.
“N-No, hey, this is weird, I—mmph, hyah...?!”
Before I finished, Konakan started gently caressing my chest.
Kneading my hefty tits like dough made my body writhe uncontrollably.
Seeing me struggle to stand from the ticklish lower belly, his male conquest drive kicked in, and he aggressively explored my nape too.
“Kyah, heek...?! Hnng...!”
Licking my neckline, savoring slowly up to my ear, then nibbling the lobe—ripe moans burst out.
His tongue slithered stickily down my nape.
“Hyaaah...?! N-No, stop, just a bit, hey wait. Wait...”
Sensing danger, I grabbed his wrist to slow the pace.
“I'm weird. This is too, too much. Let's take a break. At this rate, I'll go crazy...”
But.
“Sorry, Kiriche. I'm too horny to hold back.”
“You fuckin'—kyahh...?!”
Failed miserably.
His thickened cock pressed against my lower belly through his pants, vividly felt. Not even inserted, not near my pussy.
Just belly contact sent shivers through my obscenely optimized, pregnancy-ready womb interior. I couldn't hide my fluster.
This was dangerous.
Insertion might break my mind.
Terror hit, but that meant 'terror-inducing massive pleasure'—this vulgar belly shamelessly craved it, quivering eagerly.
'F-Fuck...'
Eroge heroines really can't resist dick.
Endless aroused moans thickened the atmosphere, and as Konakan's blood boiled, he relentlessly pushed the unresisting me.
“Don't moan so loud. What if you wake them?”
“Y-You're the one, hyup, keep, hnng, licking my... nape...! Heek...?!"
“Nape's your weak spot, huh.”
“D-Don't...! Hnnggg...?!”
His persistent nape-licking and tit-caressing assault had me shrieking and writhing nonstop.
While tormenting my chest, he deftly unbuttoned my mage robe and thin blouse underneath one by one.
Each brush of his fingers over the fabric against my skin sent sharp pleasure jolts, making my shoulders tremble uncontrollably.
“Ah, annoying, stop...”
I tried growling while clutching my gaping-open blouse.
“Whoa, that made me throb hard.”
“Kyahk...?!”
Instead, he attacked my nape harder, drawing only bitchy moans.
I watched helplessly as he grinned and unhooked my exposed bra.
Wait, did medieval settings even have bras? The thought flashed by.
But I let it pass.
Who cares about that mid-eroge fuck?
With a snap, he unhooked the back clasp.
“Ah...”
“Holy shit... Kiriche.”
My ample tits spilled out.
Perfect for paizuri yet perky, overflowing one hand just right without sacrificing grip—ergonomically ideal.
My bare chest exposed to Konakan. No way to hide this shameful body now.
Are Rebecca and Lucia sleeping?
What if they see me getting my tits devoured?
That thought alone made my lower belly tingle, body writhing lewdly. Konakan kept admiring my flailing, moaning form.
“Kiriche, but whoa...”
His awe was for something else.
“You've got inverted nipples?”
Inverted... what?