Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Intermission: #ShowerRoom #WholeBodyErogenousZone #Masturbation #SelfTitSuck
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Come to think of it, soap was a seriously dangerous item. The reason why...
─Oops, the soap slipped.
─Hey, you newbie punk. Pick up that soap for me.
─You bastard, you bent over to grab the soap, didn't you?
...Yeah, no need to go there.
They even have urban legends about guys merging into an elephant just from picking up soap.
So I should've been more careful.
Even if it seemed fine when I used it the other day.
I should've been cautious. Super cautious.
"Wha... what the hell is this?"
Not long after rubbing soap suds all over my body, it started to heat up, bit by bit.
Wait, this isn't the same bar from the other day. Must've swapped it out while cleaning the room.
That perverted manager bastard probably snickered while changing it, thinking, "Heh heh, here's a handy item to spice up your hot nights~♬". Makes me wanna kill him.
But that's not the point right now.
With the booze still buzzing in my system, my body twisted and writhed in no time. Every spot the suds had touched grew hypersensitive, one by one.
"Nnh...?!"
What kind of soap works this well?
Does it really make sense for a normal person to go into heat just from a bar of soap?
"Eek, hngh...!"
Today's lesson.
Always beware of soap...!
Anyway, first things first—I needed to rinse off these suds. My body was already sensitive from applying them, so a good wash with clean water should calm it down.
Soap suds usually rinse off easily with water. There are exceptions, but they're rare.
I twisted the faucet and filled the wooden basin to the brim. No time for warm water—I deliberately went with cold.
From time immemorial, cold water was the cure for snapping out of it.
"Alright, whoo, whoo...!"
But cold water's effect was too damn potent, so I needed to steel myself first.
Screw up, and I might dodge the aphrodisiac soap only to pass out from a heart attack. Guess I'd give my heart a cold-water massage.
...But with these heavy slabs of fat in front, would it even work?
First time trying a heart massage in a woman's body, so who knows.
'Better than nothing!'
Men don't spray water directly on their hearts either, so this should have the same preventive effect.
With that thought, I scooped up some cold water and rubbed it on my brea—
"Hngh...?!!"
My hand just grazed my nipples—already escaped from inverted mode and rock-hard—and my body jerked violently as a moan burst out.
Perplexingly hypersensitive, my body started amplifying the sensation on its own from that single accidental brush against an erogenous zone.
My breast tips stood stiff like they were exposed to cold air, quivering at the slightest steam. My twitching inner thighs were already soaking themselves.
This was seriously dangerous.
I couldn't touch my body anywhere.
The lewd tremors started at my breasts and pussy, spreading to my hips and ass, waist and solar plexus, collarbone and limbs.
Seeping into every corner, down to my fingertips and toes.
"Hngh...! Ahh, hngh...?! Hic, hngh...!"
No way. My body this worked up from just a bar of soap?
But that's heroine logic. As a player, who cares about plausibility? If the sex scenes get me hot, that's all that matters.
The problem is, I'm the heroine right now.
"Eek...?! Hnng...!! Hyah, haa...!"
I'm not even touching anything—just bracing against the wall—and these slutty moans are leaking out. Talk about hazardous.
Anyone seeing this would think I was begging to get fucked.
My body was so sensitive that even the palm pressing against the wall sent lewd electricity tingling through me everywhere.
Couldn't grab anything without risk, so I had no choice but to stand there like a scarecrow, arms spread wide to minimize body contact.
"Nnh, nghh, hnnng...!"
Even in scarecrow pose, a flood was raging between my thighs.
As I twisted my body, my inner thighs rubbed together naturally, subtly stimulating my already slutty spots nonstop.
"Nooo, stop, no, nooo...! This is dangerous...!"
I slowly spread my legs outward, one step at a time. Stay like this, and I'd earn the shameful title of "Heroine Who Cums Standing Like a Scarecrow."
Keep body from touching body.
Body from...
touching.
Body...
"Gyah?!"
My head went blank that instant—my foot slipped on the floor, and I crashed ass-first in an undignified heap. Tailbone hit hard; fucking hurt.
Normally, it'd be all "ow ow," moaning in pain, but the tailbone agony vanished instantly, like a diver dunking their head underwater.
And what remained?
Pleasure.
The hand that instinctively stroked my sore ass...
Slowly shifted into kneading soft dough.
"Hnnng...!"
My ass...
It's surprisingly soft. And feels way better than expected.
Sitting awkwardly on the bathroom floor, kneading my ass made my lower belly quiver, inner thighs clenching tight.
My hypersensitive breast tips quivered like they were begging to be stroked. Some signal rippled from them, spreading to my chest and lower body.
"Breasts... my breaaasts...!"
I want to touch them.
They're hot and stuffy.
I want to massage them gently, relieve this burning ache.
Someone, pleeease...
...I snapped out of it and slapped my cheeks. But even that sting felt lewd.
"Ahng...♡"
An unbelievably sweet sound leaked out—no way that was from a slap.
Fuck, I'm seriously losing it. Getting turned on from a smack? What kind of pervert shit is this?
But realizing my state made one thing crystal clear.
I absolutely could not let him—Konakan—see me like this.
It's not like we're banging every other day anyway—that's no big worry. Pregnancy's off the table, so daily quests or fun PT sessions, whatever.
The reason I must hide this? Simple.
If my reason crumbles under his touch, I'm done for.
What I need to watch out for most isn't the tags. Tags don't block just 'cause you're careful, and if he really wanted to wreck me, Konakan could slap on weird ones anytime to turn me into a ruin.
Scarier than tags is...
'No tags.'
Letting his touches slide with this excuse or that. Him learning exactly how to conquer my nipples, clit, and every weak spot to make me cum.
That's conditioning.
Pleasure totally unlike masturbation.
And in the end...
I'll crave his touch without any tags.
A pure bitch in heat. A vulgar heroine wagging her tail for her master's pets—I pass.
I'm a guy to the end.
The sex is just for tags and the contract...!!
So I'll take care of it myself.
"Ahnggyahnghaaang...?!!"
Awkwardly but furiously, I rubbed my most sensitive spots. More like clawing than stroking—intense motions on my breasts and between my legs.
My drenched pussy squelched obscenely, and desperate strokes triggered squirting orgasms spraying everywhere.
"R-Rainbow squiiirt...?!"
Fuck, rainbow pussy juice? Output's so high, even bullshit like this happens.
My hands on nipples and pussy slipped brain control, moving on instinct to max out peripheral pleasure.
Lying on the bathroom floor, legs splayed M-wide, I ravaged my breasts and clit till they burned. Continuous climaxes bucked my hips; pussy twitched, leaking nonstop.
"Ahh, haang...!! Hah! Hngaaa...!!"
Sweet moans rose higher.
The harder I ground my nipples, the fuller the climax gauge got. Ferociously fingering my pussy lit the orgasm fuse vividly.
I can cum.
I can cuuum...!!
"No, nooo, hngh!! Not this, wha, it's, not e-enough...?!"
But the peak evaded me. No exploding fireworks.
Fingers have limits.
What do I do?
What now?
You wanna see me go insane?
...No, not that.
But seriously, I'm going nuts. So close to cumming, then blocked—way more frustrating than a half-finished sentence.
"Ahngh, breasts, my nipples...!"
Hated to admit it, but super-aroused me found the answer quick.
Two breasts, one idle! Dual wield! Micro-control, bitch!
"Hyaaaa...!"
I hefted a breast to my mouth, lips to plump nipple. The heavy base gripped ergonomically, fueling breeding urges perfectly.
And the pinnacle of breeding desire!
Mammary!
Dispenser!!
"Sluuuuurp...!"
The instant I latched and sucked hard.
O?
Ooooh...??
Space unfolded before my eyes, fireworks in my brain. A flash streaked my mind; intense pleasure lanced down my spine, piercing my body like lightning.
For some reason, Chinese-style BGM in my ears amid the harmony. And there, I...
"Deeelish...!!!♡"
I came from my mouth.
Truly exquisite flavor.
Masturbating while sucking my own tits? Flat-chested chars can't anatomically "tit-slurp-jerk." Pitiful—they'll never know this bliss.
"Haang, ngh, hngp, chuup, slurp...!"
Shuddering from aftershocks, I brought pussy-fingered hand to mouth and licked slowly. Tough callin' this "deelish."
But Konakan's insane tip last time—"clean what went in the bottom mouth with the top"—was sneakily hot and appealing. Unthinkingly, I savored my juice-slick fingers.
"Haa, haa, haang, nngh...!"
Moaning hotly, legs spread wide toward the door, panting—then.
"Hey, how long you gonna...!"
Bang.
"Ah."
The door opens.
You walk in.
Love at first sight...
"Hey, get out. I'm mid-fap."
"Uh, yeah. Okay. Have fun."
I chased him off at first sight. He panicked and bolted from the bathroom.
Post-climax brain fog kept thoughts from spinning right, but realizing I'd been legs-spread toward the door—glistening pussy and thighs fully exposed—late shame crashed in.
At least close my legs, why won't they mooo...
Bang.
"Wait, not fap-fun anymore? Pussy-fun now?"
"I said out!!"
Chased him again.
"Nah."
"Wha...?"
Won't leave.
Konakan strides right in instead.
Suddenly terrified.
Maybe his head's full of...
deelish thoughts.