Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Interlude: #(Medieval but) Sex Toy #DoggyStyle #Creampie
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Pshht, pshht, pshuuht…!!
The pussy fountain gushed out vigorously in time with the twitching spasms of my body.
Suddenly, Konakan's right arm, which had been holding my legs, ended up drenched from the squirt baptism.
"Ugh, fuck!"
Oh, sorry, I swear it wasn't on purpose. But did you really have to curse?
Before I could even apologize, though, I was cradled princess-style in his arms, legs demurely pressed together, diligently climaxing even in that very moment.
"Agggh?! Hngh?! Ugh, ughhh…?!?!"
A bolt of intense pleasure shot from my pussy all the way to the back of my skull. My lower belly trembled up to my jaw, and my whole body convulsed wildly, like some spirit had possessed me.
"Ugh, hyaah, huaaang…!!"
Konakan couldn't hold onto me anymore as I flopped around like a fresh fish spraying water everywhere. He staggered and finally set me down on the floor.
"Eutcha…!"
Thud!
"Kyaaak…?!"
I scraped my knee.
…It all converted straight into pleasure.
"Uhng, ah, it huuurts, but, gooood, ugh, nghii?! Hyaaht…?!"
Putting off the pleasure for even a moment to catch my breath had been a mistake.
While toweling off, even though I hadn't reacted when he groped around everywhere, I'd just been postponing that pleasure—saving it up for later.
And when he wiped the insides of my thighs or the cleft of my breasts, I'd let out moans despite holding back. Amplified several times over by the soap's power, the scale was terrifying.
All those stacked-up sensations compounded like third-tier loan shark interest breeding more interest, and now I was paying the price.
Don't borrow money to dodge crises, folks.
It snowballs right back at you….
"Goooooh…?!?!♡"
I couldn't even endure the brief moment of thought. My body twisted and jerked, sprawled pathetically in front of the bed, ass pointed toward Konakan as my pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
"Kh, Kiriche, this is…."
Konakan's crotch quickly grew heavy.
Honestly, any girl with easy-birth hips optimized for doggy—who's thrusting her ass out, fully exposing her sopping wet pussy—would do that to him.
In the real world, maybe not, but in this otherworld? Thrusting in right now would be innocent. Even three loads in a row, and you'd get prosecutorial discretion.
Of course, calling another guy because you're horny? That's hitting the 'Pure Love Defilement' crime, one of pure love's top ten major offenses. Red line drawn—literally, with a dick.
Anyway, the key point: Konakan's patience was on the verge of snapping.
And if I held out like this, my brain would burn white-hot, reducing me to a beast driven solely by sex or an onahole for stress relief. The fear crashed over me.
Better than that….
"Konakan, ahhk, me, aaah…."
"Kiriche…."
"Put it in, give it to me…."
A hard pounding until it subsided would be better.
Yeah, this is a game.
I said sex is a game.
I'm addicted to gaming right now.
With fire, fight fire.
Grab hot with hot.
Eye for an eye.
Suppress orc with orc.
The words of ancient sages are never wrong!
"Sex with sex!"
"It heals…!!"
Sexchi-sex! Sexchi-jesex!!
Color, no, it's 'sex'!!! (Important)
"This is really for healing…!"
Konakan approached me as I leaned back against the bed, slowly stripping off his pants and underwear. The repressed cock sprang out like a sword unsealing its full power after a thousand days, throbbing uncontrollably.
"Huu, huu…."
Konakan regulated his breathing nonstop. Probably fighting not to pop off instantly from the extreme arousal.
Once his breathing somewhat settled, he was ready. He gripped both sides of my hips resolutely with both hands.
"Hngh…."
Just being grabbed like that drew a sweet moan from me automatically. I was nearly consumed by pleasure already.
Honestly, at this rate, I couldn't even guess how many thrusts it'd take to dissipate it.
Instead of diving right in, Konakan just stared down at his captured prey like he was toying with it. My impatience started to build.
"Whatcha doing, hey, qui…ckly."
Fuck, saying it out loud sounds so pervy.
But this is all….
Yeah, the soap's fault.
Absolutely not my own will, got it!
"Hurry up alrea…dy!!"
As my voice turned into a spoiled whine, a wave of sudden regret hit me.
"If we're doing it anyway, I'll finish it off properly."
Konakan muttered low.
Even as I lost control and panted, even with the contract granting him sex free pass—even though mindless creampie wouldn't risk pregnancy thanks to the tags.
He'd racked his brain to the max, devising a way to end it 'short and thick' so I wouldn't break.
Konakan, you bastard….
He's rough during sex, but damn, he's a good guy deep down. Perverts turn out more gentlemanly when you get to know them.
#SexToy
Rotors stimulate clitoris and nipples while enabling womb sex simultaneously.
Nope, fuck that—take it back.
"Wha, what toy…?"
"Using tag power lets me stimulate your clit and nipples with rotors while pounding your womb at the same time."
"You crazy bastard."
"It's a strategy to drop the soap's effect by concentrating pleasure in a short burst."
"No, you just wanna torment me like a toy. Think I don't know?!"
Vrrr.
But whatever I thought didn't matter right now.
"Sticking them on."
"No, wait, hngiiiik…?!?!"
"Thrusting in."
"Announcing every…! Nghii?!"
"Gonna shake you."
"Hik, ahk, nghat! Uhiieee! Kk, ughk…?!"
My already hypersensitive, no-longer-inverted nipples got two rotors each.
Two special ones on my clit for a total of four, maddeningly tormenting my erogenous zones. It felt like my brain was about to fry.
In the midst of that, Konakan gripped my waist brutally—no foreplay—and hammered like a dog. His clumsy, rough womb assaults left me on my knees, biting my lip and moaning.
Thwack thwack.
Vrrr.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack.
Vrrr. Vrrr.
The wet sloshing, flesh slapping, and the rotors summoned medieval eroge-style—who knows if by mana or whatever.
Over that pleasure trio rode my high-pitched moans and Konakan's heaving breaths.
"Hyaa! Nnghaaa!! Ughk, haht! Ngat, hyaaaa…!!"
"Feels good? Huh? Good?"
Konakan leaned over me, reached around to fondle my breasts, and shoved a hand into my mouth.
Dazed, I couldn't answer—just licked and sucked the invading fingers, nodding.
Konakan let out a satisfied breath, grabbed both my arms from behind like reins on a horse—or lifting a motorcycle's front wheel—and yanked my upper body up high. Then he slammed his cock upward with full force.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Nghat?! Ughgh…!! Hnit, ngat! Nnggggg, hyaaa!! I, ngat, gonna, aaang, go, cra, crazy, aaah, no, goo, good, ng, nghii…?!?!"
I couldn't even tell what I was saying. Konakan's savage thrusts pushed me to the brink; my pussy tingled numbly as pleasure flames roared through every cell like an uncontrollable tsunami.
As my moans pitched higher, his pounding sped up. It started like thudding a washboard.
Now? Exaggerating a bit, it was like a sewing machine: du-du-du-du-du-du-du!!
Thrust so deep my vision blurred, fireworks exploding nonstop in my head. I'd never felt this insane pleasure as a guy—my ego and resistance melted like wax.
Lewd wet sounds as he lifted my upper body like a bike; my huge tits bounced sluttily with each impact.
Bouncing while nipples vrr-vrr, clit above my tormented pussy vrr-vrr. That mind-melting pleasure burning every sense—I arched my back like a keel and screamed shrilly.
"Cum in me, please, cum, cum in me…!! Inside, f-full, lots, baby batter, flood my, womb, ah, hn?!"
Kh, eut, ugh.
Konakan yanked my arms hard, shoving his hips deep.
Simultaneously, something hot and sticky filled my packed insides to the brim.
Gloop gloop.
Pounding my womb walls over and over without stopping. So forceful, that baby batter.
'Warm…♡'
Vividly full in my pussy. As Konakan pulled out with a satisfied breath, the sudden emptiness in my stuffed belly drew an involuntary moan of regret.
"Haa, aaah, haang…."
But I lacked the strength to hold him, so I just thrust my ass up, trembling, leaking pitiful sweet breaths.
Konakan's glistening cock slipped out, and a massive load of thick semen poured from my pussy hole. The clit rotor followed the cum trickling down my thigh, plopping to the floor.
"Haa, haa…."
Panting raggedly, trembling like a newborn fawn—I lay there as Konakan stared silently again.
That look.
Not satisfied yet.
"Kiriche."
"Haht, uung, wha, why…?"
Throb throb.
Sure enough, his cock stood proudly vigorous.
"Why isn't this calming down?"
You know damn well, you….
I didn't want to, but his intent was obvious. With a light sigh, I turned my face toward his dick.
"You want cleanup again, you perv. Always so lewd…."
"No."
Konakan's cock twitched angrily once.
Even after a full pounding and creampie, not softening—instead swelling prouder, asserting dominance.
What now.
What do you want.
But he grabbed my hips, not my head.
"Let's do it from behind."
Ah, fuck….
It came as expected.