Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Interlude: #Orgasm Denial (Revised July 21)
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"Don't wanna?"
The guy who'd peeked in, confirmed I was jerking off in the bathroom, and still barged right back in despite my order to get out, shot back in that nonchalant tone of his.
"You're pent up, aren't you?"
No, fuck, that line's a bit much...
And I'm not pent up, okay?
"Hngh, don't get the wrong idea. If you're hoping for some cliché like me suddenly losing my mind to the pleasures of this female body, ngh...! P-pleasure, ahh... losing my r-reason like that, haah, hnnngh, then wake... up and snap out of it!"
Her voice mixed half and half with these weird nasal moans in a bizarre tone, but even to my own ears, it didn't sound threatening at all.
What convincing power could "wake up" have when I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor like a dog, legs too weak to close, pussy fully exposed and twitching?
"What a fucking hot view. Too bad to waste it."
Konakan gives a thumbs-up with a drawn-out "Kuhhh."
"Wanna die?"
"Just kidding. But seriously, why'd you stop mid-shower to masturbate?"
Fair enough, I guess he'd be curious about whatever train of thought led to this. Still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, twitching sporadically, I pointed at the soap.
"Th-there... hng... the soap, the soap..."
"Got horny from soaping up?"
"No, it's weird, I tell you..."
Konakan glances at the soap I'm pointing at and reaches for it.
"Hey! Don't touch that!"
"You get turned on just from me touching it? That's some insane effect."
"It's more like the areas with foam get super sensitive... Ah, just don't touch it!"
Does he even get why I'm warning him not to touch it?
...Well, he probably won't be the one in danger. Strictly speaking, even if he lathers his whole body in foam, the risk is all on my end.
"Fine, but does that mean I have to rinse off with just water?"
"Go downstairs and... hngh?! Ask if there's... new soap... And why the hell... I'd do this shit... ask that too...?"
Soaked naked body, platinum hair dripping wet, face flushed and panting—it's basically screaming "fuck me already," but the guy just talks dirty without making a move.
...He thought I was pent up and came to help, but if not, whatever, huh?
"Alright, I'll head down quick. Want a towel?"
"No, hngh... N-no."
"Just stay like that?"
"No choice. Even a slight... touch makes me... hngh, ahh... react..."
"Hmm. Alright. Or wait there till I'm done showering."
With that, Konakan steps out of the shower.
Silence falls over the shower room, where our noisy banter had echoed moments ago.
"......"
It's quiet.
All my senses, locked on Konakan, now wander restlessly seeking a new focus.
And inevitably, they set my body twitching and heating up again from corner to corner.
"Hngh..."
When the hell is this gonna die down...?
At least it's not like before, where my brain went numb like I was doped up on drugs, making me masturbate like a maniac. That's something.
For now, at least.
I can endure.
Thinking that, I try to get up again.
Slip.
"Kyaa...?!"
Too many orgasms left my waist with zero strength, so as I try to stand, my body gives out and I pitch forward.
Writhing on all fours like a newborn fawn—fucking pathetic.
Damn, why's my body...
*Bang.*
"I'm back..."
In the most contrived timing anyone could see, Konakan strolls in with new soap, wearing just his underwear.
I feel just as embarrassed by his gulping, startled reaction.
And no wonder—I'm ass-up toward the door, collapsed, struggling to rise but my hips won't cooperate, so my ass just wiggles uselessly.
"Can I ask if that wiggle's your asshole or your pussy?"
Yeah, this is entirely my fault.
I provided the misunderstanding, so I gotta clear it up straight. I turn my head, looking at Konakan over my shoulder.
"Neither asshole nor pussy. Just... haah, hnnng...?! B-because I masturbated too much earlier... my waist has no strength... that's all!?"
"When the hell does this even calm down?"
"I don't knooow, hnnngh... Why's it so intense... Fell earlier, so maybe that's why..."
Her voice is so sweet and needy, it'd rile up any cock just hearing it—but knowing it's coming from my mouth makes it utterly repulsive.
Ah, God.
Why'd you stick me in this eroge as the one getting fucked? If I were a guy, I'd have piled Rebecca, Lucia, and even Risha the guild receptionist into a three-tier stack. Such a shame.
Fuck.
Imagining that three-tier stack's got me horny again—ah, body feels weird, hiiiing...?!
"Agh, hnnngh, haaaah...?!"
"Are you nuts?! Kiriche! Why're you suddenly shaking and freaking out alone?!"
"Horny... thoughts...! Hnghk, ngh, haaang...?!!"
A body that cums from thoughts alone. Even for me, with my long porn history, this is peak bitch-optimized. Normally, I'd trash a girl like this: "Poor thing, must've been cock-starved... what a slut."
Fuck, that's me.
Body's too hot, too itchy.
Breasts and those sunken nipples, down there soaking wet and gaping.
No.
Even the inner walls of my pussy.
I just wanna masturbate like crazy till my brains melt.
I wanna cum.
Wanna cum so bad.
Ah, can't hold back anymore.
"Ahh...! C-cum...!"
My crumbling resolve hits its limit, right on the verge of shamefully fingering my pussy in front of Konakan.
"Huh...?"
Like yanking a plug from the wall.
Like dousing raging flames with water or dirt, snuffing them out.
The arousal.
Vanished.
I pull back my hands wandering aimlessly near my pussy and nipples, embarrassed, and look up at Konakan.
"What just happened...?"
Impossible.
Once the wave of lust crashes, no normal means can stop it cold like that.
Konakan nods, confirming my guess.
Tag added. Orgasm Denial.
Oh! He knows this one?
A tag name even hardcore pervs on Hitomi might not know flies from his mouth, and I can't hold back my excitement.
"Whoa! You know Orgasm Denial! It's a super hot tag. Like the Impact Dial from One Piece—builds up lust layer after layer to the limit, then release at one moment: boom!!"
"C-calm down, Kiriche. Yeah, it's hot, but this is the tag I slapped on you."
"Ah...?"
Of course, duh.
Meaning right now, it suppresses lust, but technically it's not suppressing—it's just 'postponing' it.
Eventually, I'll have to cash in all those banked orgasms like matured savings, all at once.
Was this a good idea?
No other options...?
He reads my pleading eyes instantly.
"There's sensitivity boosts, but no desensitizing ones. In eroge, a heroine numb to pleasure? Nah..."
Fuck, fair point.
Who'd get horny for a girl reacting like a log even when touched and sucked? That'd be a blocklisted tag.
So heroines gotta be sensitive, obviously.
And that soap's lewd ingredients amplifying sensitivity are still in my body.
I'm banking that sensitivity for now and heading out of the bathroom.
"Can you stand?"
"Ngh, hng...?!"
Strength hasn't returned. Konakan extends a hand to support my unsteady body.
"Grab on."
"Ah, ngh."
I hesitate a bit, timidly taking his hand—thankfully, no stimulation hits my body.
Tag's power lets me move for now.
"Hold here."
"Ngh."
"I'll grab a towel."
"Yeah, u-ughk?!"
"Whoa! You okay?"
"Ow..."
Legs fully gave out, so even with brief support to stand, I slide right back down to the floor.
Konakan catches me quick, but I banged my knee a bit. Hurts. Damn.
"Ow, that hurts..."
"I'll get the towel and dry you off."
Konakan darts out, grabs a towel, and starts drying me off.
"Hold still. I'll dry you quick."
"...Ngh."
Neck and arms, armpits and sides, waist and hips, legs and toes.
Quick but gentle, he dries every nook and cranny.
Then inner thighs.
Up past my navel to under my breasts. Between my cleavage.
"...Hngh."
A sweet sound slips out unbidden.
Wait.
Aren't I under Denial right now...?
"Hey, why's this happening?"
"Dunno... got touched a bit?"
"With the tag, stimulation should be dulled."
"True."
"But then... what's this?"
Something feels off.
"Water's all off anyway. Head to bed. I'll carry you."
"O-okay."
"Hold up, your legs."
"Huh?"
"Up you go."
Whoa—before I can even panic, Konakan scoops me up princess-style and strides to the bed.
Being tossed naked onto the bed without a stitch of clothing, unable to resist—kinda hot.
This might be... dangerous.
The moment that thought crosses my mind.
Throb throb.
My quiet pussy starts twitching again.
Like anesthesia wearing off, numb senses reviving; shrunken cells awakening; evaporating haze—sensations flare alive across my body.
No.
Wait. No.
Not here like this...!
"Hey, Konakan!"
"Y-yeah?"
"Put me down!"
"Why?"
"Anywhere, just put me down quick!"
But he can't just drop me to crash on the floor or bed, so he hesitates awkwardly.
And then.
It.
Bursts.
All...
Over...!!!
"Kyaaaaaaaahhhhhn♡♡♡"
In Konakan's arms.
...I came.