Sudden Quest (7)

Schlick. Schluuurp.

"Ahngh…"

I'd forgotten. Maybe I'd gotten too excited, with the quest clear sitting right there in front of me. Of course that bastard — done with whatever he'd been doing at this hour of the night — was going to start thrusting into the Hole.

"W-wait, wai—ahh!"

Her head snapped back. Her hips jerked up off the floor. She stood on the tips of her toes, every muscle in her stomach clenched tight, because if she didn't, she wouldn't survive the pleasure currently tearing her mind apart.

"Ah, haah… hhk, nngh, aaaaahhnn!!"

The cock slamming into the Hole in rapid succession wrung climax after climax out of her. Thick, huge, hard, fat — a cock stuffed with every masculine adjective there was — ravaged the Hole without mercy.

What did she look like right now? Like a fish flopping on a market stall, probably.

"Hhk, a-hah, stop, stop making me cuuum…!! I don't wanna go, I don't, haaaaahn!!"

She didn't have the strength to hold herself up. Her waist collapsed to the floor and trembled of its own accord. Her toes curled; cold sweat broke across her skin under the violence of the pleasure. Her pussy, already melted to a slick ruin from masturbating, couldn't take any more.

The q-quest… even just the quest…!

Love juices ran down her thighs as she clung, barely, to her purpose. She had to grab onto that. She had to, or her mind would go.

"I-I am… one who has, committed, an offense, ah… ag-against the Ho— hgyaaaah!!"

She rolled across the hard marble floor as if it were a bed, squirting helplessly from below the whole time, clutching at her sanity with both hands.

"Com-hngh, committed, a filthy rag, a bi—! A filthy bitch, hhic, that's what I am… please, accept my apo— haah, accept ittt!!"

Catastrophe arrived on the heels of the apology. A thick, powerful pulse of semen soaked the Hole.

"Ah…♥"

Ah… it's so warm…

The vicious pleasure spread like wildfire. They said every sensation had a threshold. A body with Sensitivity 83 apparently didn't believe in those.

Thrust and she felt the thrust. Cum and she felt the cum. That was all there was to it.

"Hah, ah, no, don't… nngh, ah…"

Pssshh…

A yellow stream sprayed from her slackened lower body. At least it wasn't much — if that counted as luck.

"Hhk, hnn… fuck, fuck…"

She was holding back the tears of self-loathing when the alarm went off.

"Huh?"

"You son of a—bitch…"

And so began round two. She'd thought that masturbating on top of getting fucked through the Hole would make her cum so fast it'd be almost convenient. Then it occurred to her that her half-melted mind would break first.

"Haauugh… stop, please, stop thrusting… ahn, haah!!"

In the end, what she chose was to wait it out. The Hole's grip and the pleasure were so intense he wouldn't last long. Sure enough, the bastard finished a second load inside the Hole in no time and vanished.

"Nngh, nn… haah…"

Her body sagged, melted into the thick afterglow. She could feel the rims of her eyes burning red.

"…Should I just die."

No matter how much she steeled herself, no matter what she resolved — she couldn't beat the compatibility between this vicious item and a body this sensitive.

"Hoo, hh… no. Sniff. The block, the blocking magic… I have to learn it…"

Maybe it was because she still had that scrap of hope. She barely managed to pull herself together and picked up the clitoral vibrator. She didn't have the strength left to thrust into herself and climax on her own.

"Hng, nngh…"

Fortunately, with the vibration on the lowest setting, it was bearable. Or maybe her mind was already so thoroughly pickled in pleasure that she could take it.

"Aahh~~~."

Even this counted as vibration; her voice hummed in her own skull. She let out a short, bitter laugh and started reciting the apology.

"I am…"

That was how she finished the remaining three apologies. Then she turned the vibration up a notch. Her tiny clit trembled and scattered pleasure through her like sparks.

"Hngh!"

Love juices shot out of her with a little spurt, as if wringing out whatever moisture was left. No matter how hard it was, she couldn't stop — as if she'd been addicted to climax itself.

After that, she waited for the alarm in the sweet afterglow.

"…Please."

Ding. Ding.

The alarm sounded. Twice.

"Hm?"

"Hah…"

Sensitivity 84. Just sailing right along, huh. What was going to happen if this thing hit 100.

She let out a breath and tried to get up. Her body didn't so much as twitch.

"With magic… was that how I did it?"

She supported herself with magic the way she had yesterday, and that got her moving, a little. She looked around with a body that was still trembling, still steeped in pleasure.

"Wow…"

The towel and the robe were already soaked through, and the love juices she'd splattered reached all the way out in front of her. Her lower body, thoroughly used, was flushed a hot, vivid red.

"I'm insane. This is insane… hhk…"

Why was she here, doing this. The reward had come in, but she didn't even feel like looking at it. She was just… tired.

"It's so… hard…"

Was sending one insult such a huge crime? Then just insult her back. No — do it as many times as you want. She'd take it. If you wanted her to kneel, she'd kneel. If you wanted her to beg, she'd beg. But this — this wasn't how you punished someone.

"Hhk, hhic… huuh, hwaaaaahn…!"

Maybe it was because she knew no one was there. The tears came in a flood she couldn't stop.

"Hnn, hwaaahn, Mom, Mommy… uwaaaahn!"

She regretted it so much — not even calling because it had been a holiday. She never should have looked at that illustration back then. She should have just called her mom. Sent her some money, even.

"Hoo, hh… huuh…"

But it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already too late to take any of it back. She had come into this world, and that thing calling itself the Holy God was going all-out to break her. To protect the thing that was herself, she had to resist too.

"Khhn, sniff…"

Her swollen eyelids were starting to drift shut.

"Ah, I shouldn't… I need to clean up…"

If someone found this, it was over. But right now… she just wanted to rest. A little.

A sleep she couldn't fight settled over her.

"Khhn…"

Behind the statue of the Holy God, a man had watched every last vulgar act in the Great Prayer Hall with his own two eyes. His cock stood painfully rigid, twitching.

"…Na-ho."

A man getting hard was a physiological inevitability. After all — a woman as beautiful as an angel descended to earth had been doing something that filthy.

"Haah, haah…"

The first time her naked body had spilled out of the robe, he'd whipped his head away. He'd tried to leave at once, but his legs had refused to move, as if the lie of it had been built into the floor. His parents could have placed a bind like that. The Holy God in the heavens could have placed a bind like that. His legs had locked solid, stuck as if someone had glued them down.

And then…

"I-I am one who has dared… to commit an offense against the Holy God… a fi-filthy… a filthy whore, a bitch… that's what I am. Please, accept my apology."

He turned his head toward a voice he could barely believe. Her naked body was prostrate on the cold marble floor. Hair spilled down like a waterfall; the pale, luminous line of her back glowed white.

"Ah…"

In that instant, Arthas's cock swelled as if it would burst. It was the most violent lust he had felt in his life. After that, he could not escape her obscene movements or her filthy moans.

"Haah… haah, ah, it feels good, ahn…"

She lay back as if leaning into it, legs spread, and touched herself. The Saintess's cries spread through the hall, sweet and obscene.

Na-ho. Na-ho… why are you… doing something like this…

Arthas had been holding onto reason with everything he had. At Oh Na-ho's first climax, he took his pants off. Her face flushed red; her pink nipples standing stiff. Below that, white fingers moving in desperate little motions, and the flood of juices spraying out of her.

"Khhn…"

You too. You're just another woman after all.

Anger, contempt, disgust — Arthas felt all of it, and he stroked himself looking at Oh Na-ho.

"I am… one who has, aahn, committed an offense against the Holy God… a filthy whore, a bitch, haah, a filthy bitch… please, accept my apology…"

The cries ringing through the hall grew sweeter and sweeter. Dirty bitch. Filthy whore. Feeling a betrayal he couldn't explain, Arthas drew out a long, heavy ejaculation.

"Hahk, hahk… kh…"

But she didn't stop there. She picked up a toy and thrust it into herself, and in the middle of it her body suddenly started bucking on its own, violently. Every time that snow-white naked body twisted in pleasure, his lust surged.

"Augh… Na-ho, Na-ho…"

Arthas came a second time in time with her. The exhaustion hit him so hard he sank to the floor, and he thought.

She told me to stay away, didn't she.

Had it been because she didn't want him to know she was that kind of obscene woman? Whatever the reason, he was the Saint. He would not stand together with a woman like that. The feeling that settled over Arthas was almost compulsive.

"…I should go back."

He would, of course, keep tonight to himself. But now that he knew the truth, there would be no more standing with Oh Na-ho.

He rose, following the pull of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that feeling — and a wet, frayed voice reached him.

"It's so… hard…"

"…"

This time, reason put a hand on him and stopped him. The strangeness of Oh Na-ho's behavior flickered through his mind, and suspicion followed. Why would she say it was hard?

…

Arthas looked at Oh Na-ho, having beaten the feeling down. She was crying. And not a little — she was weeping as if her heart had been torn out.

"Hnn, hwaaahn, Mom, Mommy… uwaaaahn!"

She called, aching, for someone she wanted to see. It was so pitiful, so painfully earnest, that he couldn't leave. She cried herself out, and then, exhausted, she collapsed into sleep. Even, coloring breaths.

Arthas glanced at the time, and then he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moved.

"…Na-ho."

A scent both musky and sweet hung in the air around her. The naked Saintess, collapsed over a black robe. That snow-white body stood out in the dark.

Arthas barely managed to look away, and his magic moved. He dried the love juices pooled on the floor and erased the obscene scent. He burned the towel, dried the robe, and wrapped her in it.

"Mmh…"

Held in his arms, she made a small sound, as if in answer.

"…When that time comes, I hope you'll trust me too."

Arthas finished a promise she would never hear, and left the church.

"…This little shit. Is he recognizing his master?"

A colorless void of nothingness. A petite little girl tapped at a keyboard. Arthas's image appeared on the monitor, along with his current status.

Arrayed beneath those numbers were all manner of traits, titles, and achievements — things Oh Na-ho, currently nestled in Arthas's arms, had built up. A little further and, in the parlance of that other world, a munchkin would be born.

That was why she'd gone out of her way to tag him with special titles, intending to use him as a pawn. All to deliver punishment upon the one who had dared to insult this great being.

But… he's overcoming my compulsion, is he.

Of course compulsion had its limits — she knew that. It still soured her mood completely. Up until a moment ago, she'd been enjoying the sight of Oh Na-ho sobbing and wailing.

"Hoo…"

The child closed her eyes for a moment, gauging something.

"Tsk… I don't have much Interference Power left."

She'd made a game to find a sacrifice that would sustain her world. Then, in the process of tormenting that soul so she could grind it back into her world, she'd spent a great deal of power. She hadn't liked the way it kept resisting, however pointless the resistance was.

"If I squeeze harder from here, it might collapse pretty quick. Not sure."

For ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now, it seemed best to watch. A human soul filled with hope made for even better material. Besides, she was curious what would happen next.

"Well… still. You'd better enjoy my present. Heh."

Having decided that, the child dismissed the monitor.