Blasphemy (3)
"Haa... hngh..."
Viscous squelching sounds accompanied Carrot's moans as her sticky body was kneaded. She bit her lip hard, desperately enduring the faint pleasure spreading through her entire frame.
Lucy groped her breasts freely, her fingers occasionally brushing the stiffly erect nipples. Her hands massaged in broad strokes, pressing firmly around the areolas. But she never touched the nipples directly first—just teasing grazes, deliberately concentrating the pleasure.
Last time, she'd granted an orgasm in front of Manus's statue, making her piss herself. But today, no such mercy. The goal was to build pleasure gradually until it seeped into her daily life.
"Huu... haaa..."
Beside Lucy, who was kneading her breasts, Lua pressed diligently on Carrot's lower abdomen. With her body slick and slippery, Lua could apply her full weight without issue—the skin yielded smoothly without catching.
Centering on the Sound Gate, she kneaded below the navel in firm presses, circling with her palm before lightly crushing the protruding mound.
"Hik, eek...!"
It was Carrot's favorite lower belly massage. Now a full erogenous zone, even simple pressure drew moans from her. Her untouched pussy was already sopping wet. Coated in aphrodisiac oil, her whole body was hypersensitive. Stimulating those developed spots now was pure torment.
And Lucy wore soft, bumpy gloves—pressing the skin while the nubs tickled teasingly. On Carrot's already itchy, oiled body, unused to such tools, it drove her straight to the edge.
"Heh... hek..."
Mouth agape, tongue lolling like a panting dog, Carrot heaved ragged breaths. Her toes curled—she was close.
"Ah, nooo..."
Of course, they blocked her climax midway.
At "no," Carrot shook her head frantically. Her body glistened with aphrodisiac, yet this holy knight purging evil demons was begging those very demons for release. Was the second taste of ecstasy that sweet?
Watching, Ruen approached Carrot's head and snapped her fingers. The dream Carrot was having projected transparently.
Dream-Carrot was being ravished too—of course, by Lucia in slutty clothes.
Lucia again. Ruen felt a prick of annoyance and extended her finger into the translucent dream, stirring it. Gradually, Lucia's form blurred and vanished entirely.
Ruen giggled, staring at the panicking dream-Carrot. "Looks like you were enjoying it deep down. You're freaking out big time."
"Sis isn't honest," Lua replied dryly, pressing hard on Carrot's lower belly.
"Hiiik...!?"
Carrot's hips bucked wildly.
"See? Just pressing her belly a bit, and she loves it."
"She's a total perv if you watch close."
"Y-yeah... Sis loves naughty stuff so much..."
Ruen laid Carrot's head on her thigh, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear. "Right, Sis...?"
Carrot furrowed her brow, exhaling faintly. "Nng..."
Was it a reflex from the kneading, or her subconscious denying her own lewdness? A wicked spark ignited in Ruen's heart.
"...Wake up, Sis."
"Huh...?"
Ruen grinned slyly. At her words, Carrot slowly rose.
"R-Ruen... you were groping my breasts...!"
"Sorry, sorry. Got something to ask. Wanna keep going from behind?"
"Tch... d-don't do that next timeee..."
Slightly pouty, Lucy hugged Carrot from behind. The sticky aphrodisiac smeared on her clothes, but it was fine—succubi had innate resistance. Their bodies were built to thoroughly subjugate others.
Lucy spread her palms wide, caressing Carrot's breasts more broadly and stickily. Her hands kneaded slowly from the sides, drifting lower to fiddle inside the armpits.
"H-hey, Sis... lift your arms..."
Swish—Carrot raised both arms, fully exposing her armpits. Glossy skin gleamed beside her violently massive breasts.
"Haa... huua...?"
Deeply embarrassed, Carrot trembled. Lucy's hands roamed her defenseless armpits. Ruen pressed her forehead to Carrot's.
Smack—she gave a light peck. "Sis."
"Y-yes...?"
"Answer me. Sis is a perv, right?"
"A p-perv...?"
Such an insulting word, tossed casually. Carrot's eyes were deeply glazed.
"P-perv, hngh... like thaat..."
Exposing her armpits, she moaned under Lucy's soft touch. Her mouth desperately denied "perv," but...
"N-nooo... I'm not... ngh..."
In reality, drenched in sticky aphrodisiac, armpits and breasts teased, she leaked soft moans with a flushed face.
"You are a perv... right?"
"N-no, such... naughty words... hngh..."
Smack—Ruen pecked her again. Kneeling, Carrot clasped her hands. Instinctively, sensing her blasphemy, she gripped them together.
But Lua wouldn't just watch. Smiling, she placed clit-teasing tools in Carrot's prayer-clasped hands.
Hands meant for prayer now held lewd, blasphemous tools. Her mouth, preaching faith, moaned instead. Witnessing this ultimate sacrilege, Lua laughed.
Blasphemy. An unforgivable act, right before her eyes.
"You're a perv... right...?"
"S-Sis... huua..."
"N-nooo... I'm not a pervv...!"
Behind, Lucy rolled her tongue in Carrot's ear. Ahead, Ruen kissed, demanding admission. Wet kissing sounds and sticky kneading filled the air.
"Sis is a perv. Getting off on armpits touched and ears licked—a total perv..."
"Hngh... no, ehyoo... th-this is..."
"Even if you deny it..."
Chuu—Ruen kissed again. Teased, she licked her own lips, then pressed deep, tangling red tongues.
"Hmph, hngh... hmph...!"
Already gasping for breath, Carrot felt suffocated by the deep kiss.
"Hau... mmph..."
But escape was impossible. Ruen gripped her face for the kiss; Lucy licked her ear and scraped armpits with bumpy gloves. Lua watched silently, smirking.
"Sis. Rub your clit with what's in your hands."
"Huu, hng...?"
"Huaa... Sis's lips taste so good..."
Ruen finally broke the tongue-twining kiss. Silver strands linked their lips. Freed but still armpit-tormented, Carrot drooled with unfocused eyes.
"Haa, ngh... th-that thing..."
She twitched, rejecting self-masturbation desperately. Hands shook, thighs twisted slickly—guarding her faith.
But the Sound Gate's power dwarfed her will.
"Sis."
"Y-yes...?"
"Do it."
Lua's firm command made the Sound Gate glow brightly.
"Hiiik...!?"
Carrot's hips shuddered, moaning. A Sound Gate effect: rejecting the master's order triggered forced heat and intense pleasure—no climax allowed.
"Kkh, hiiik... haa, hek... kkh... st-stop... nooo..."
Squelch, squish—
"M-masturbating... is bad... nooo..."
They rubbed her armpits relentlessly, demanding obedience. Aphrodisiac squelched lewdly.
"Kkh, hiik..."
Each "no" lit the Sound Gate brighter. Sweat poured; tongue lolled; head drooped. But she couldn't collapse—just endless panting in maddening pleasure and heat.
Lua stared, smirking. "...Do that, and I might let you cum?"
She dangled climax to shatter her mind.
"C-cum...?"
"Yeah. Like before—that amazing feeling spreading from your belly... pure bliss."
"N-ngh..."
"Rub now, and I might let you."
"Th-that's, ngh... hiik..."
"Not gonna...? It'd feel so good you'd die..."
"Haa, nghk..."
Carrot shook her head, biting her lip, fists clenched—shaking off memories of sweet, happy climaxes. Armpits and breasts toyed by Lucy, face beet-red. Probably triple-stacked heat from the Sound Gate.
"Hngh, hngk... kkh..."
Sobbing-like, her hands drifted downward. Her resolve cracked; resisting grew impossible.
"No, nooo... ngh... clit... nooo..."
Mouth said no, but her body obeyed. Trembling fingers lowered the brush-like clit tool slowly.
It hovered near her clit. "Hngk, ngh..." Carrot sobbed.
But Lua didn't help. This was self-inflicted—the ultimate blasphemy.
Carrot gritted her teeth, enduring. But...
"Do it."
Lua's cold, low voice. Sinister—
"Hik..."
She rubbed the brush on her clit. A shrill moan escaped. Swallowing hard, Carrot moved her hand back and forth.
Squish, squish—
"Ngh... hik...? H-hiik...?"
Goosebumps rippled her arms; she babbled idiotically, grinding the soaked clit freely.
"Ngh, kkh—"
Suddenly, she froze. Head bowed, she retched, body quaking. Overwhelming pleasure halted her.
No climax—just endless pre-orgasm torment, brushing her clit.
"Hik, hngk... n-no more... th-this, clii... clit... nooo..."
"Yeah. No cumming. Keep rubbing just like that."
"Heek, hek..."
Unable to endure, Carrot pleaded with teary eyes. Too much. I'll die from this pleasure. Please, keep your promise.
"Hng..."
Lua just smiled silently.
Squelch, squelch—
"Hek, hek... hngk... y-you promised... kkh... krhik...!"
"Hmm? I said I might, not that I would."
"B-but... hngaa... ngh...!"
Squish, squelch, squelch—Hands sped up; moans grew louder. Trembling violently, Carrot collapsed forward.
"Ngh, hhek... heeeek..."
Yet her rubbing hand didn't stop—no new order. Frantically grinding her clit...
"Hek—"
Choking, she flopped onto the bed, legs splayed, body rigid, hips jerking.
Still no climax.
"Ah, ngh..."
Drenched in intense pleasure, her voice went limp. Body slackened.
Dribble—Transparent urine leaked from her sopping pussy.
Overwhelmed, she'd passed out. Trembling, drooling from her open mouth, covered in aphrodisiac, pissing herself.
How vulgar, how lewd. The triplets rubbed their bellies in unison—craving absorption.
They sat lightly by her head, taking turns kissing and sucking her yin energy. Carrot's panting moans muffled by lips.
Did she know? This pleasure wasn't the end of torment. Lion-taming began now.
"Haaawn..."
Another fine morning. I rose, rubbing my sleepy face.
Body feels kinda heavy...
More tired than usual. Checking the clock—8 a.m.
"Hm...?"
I'd overslept, uncharacteristically.
Was I that worn out yesterday...?
Rachel would knock soon, calling for breakfast. Time to change.
I hopped up briskly, foot hit the floor—
Thud—
And I crumpled back down.
"Wha...?"
I couldn't comprehend. No strength in my legs. Thighs quivered; heart pounded wildly.
"Ueh...?"
Idiotic voice escaped at the mystery.
Drip—Something slick leaked inside my panties.
What the hell...?
Breath quickened; heart thundered. Brain blanked from the sudden shock.
Knock knock—
"J-just a sec... please...!"
Tried shouting, but it came out weirdly husky. If Rachel saw this, I was done.
Praying she wouldn't enter—
The door swung open anyway.
"Ah..."
Dazed, I stared at Rachel, eyes meeting.
"...Oh my."
She licked her lips, flashing a sultry smile.