Sensory Blocking Magic (8)

"Hah..."

Everything in front of me was a blur. My nose felt numb. My lips and tongue were wrong, too. And my whole body was sore and tingling, like I'd been beaten half to death...

"Nn, ah..."

I couldn't even get the words out. Strength wouldn't come into my limbs. I might as well have been paralyzed. After a while, though, my vision started to crawl back.

...A room?

What I was looking at seemed to be the floor. Why was I lying down? Come to think of it, my head was fogged over too — languid and cotton-soft, as if a Hole had been pounded into me over and over...

"Aungh... that's right..."

It came back to me then. I'd gone to Thomas's place, said goodbye to Yura, come into my room...

"The Sensory... Blocking Magic... I turned it off...?"

Nothing after that. Like a fuse in my brain had simply blown. Around then, my sense of smell returned.

"Hhk... nngh..."

A musky scent hung thick in the air, as if someone had splattered the floor with a generous helping of love juice. At that point, the situation started to click.

"Did I... cum so hard I blacked out?"

My back was damp. So was every bit of skin that had been touching the floor. And from down below, a sensation was slowly bleeding back in — the unmistakable afterglow of a pleasure I knew all too well.

To ask why, all of a sudden would have been dishonest. I already had a suspect. The Sensory Blocking Magic. I'd been so happy to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get it that I hadn't thought it through, but this...

"...No way."

The sensations didn't vanish just because they were blocked.

"They're... piling up in my body...?"

I wanted to deny it. My head had already made up its mind. There was no chance that bastard Holy God would hand me something as useful as sensory blocking for free. Thinking back, it had been the same when I fought Annelisa, and again when I went to Thomas's place — my legs had kept buckling, and I'd had to brace myself with mana. If that meant my body had been finishing without me even knowing...

"Nngh..."

Even so, I wanted to sit up and check. The body I barely managed to haul upright had no strength left in it at all. I caught my swaying vision as best I could and looked around.

Moonlight in the room. A glittering floor caught my eye.

"...I really made a production of it, huh."

A round puddle had spread around my crotch. The slick, squelching feel of it was love juice, of course. And there was a faintly sharp smell underneath... I'd apparently had an accident on top of everything else.

"Haa... hm?"

Self-loathing crashed over me. I covered my face with my hand — and felt something sticky. When I dragged a finger under my nose, half-clotted bright-red blood came away with it.

"A nosebleed..."

There's a kind of manga for that. The ones where a woman having sex cums so hard she starts spraying blood from her nose. And that was exactly the state I was in. Looking at it, a lot of things went through my head. Why had I ended up like this. Why was this happening to me. I shook my head and pushed it all aside. Crying, lamenting, despairing — none of it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would change a thing. I closed my eyes for a moment instead, and thought.

I started using it from the moment Thomas first thrust in...

Add the time at the adult shop and the time at Thomas's place, and I'd had the Sensory Blocking Magic running for about two hours before I ended up like this.

Not that Thomas hadn't put his heart and soul into pounding that Hole.

With that huge, brutally thick cock slamming into me like a man possessed, what chance did my Hole have of holding out? Lucky it was a Hole. A normal woman would have been split wide open down there. I scrubbed the mental image of Thomas's black cock out of my head and muttered to myself.

"...Haa. Not like I can just not use it, either."

I needed this for my daily life. It was the only thing standing between me and becoming a moaning pervert who let out filthy cries at all hours of the day. That bastard Holy God knew it, too. That was why he'd given me the reward. Because I'd have no choice but to use it. Same as with the chubby incident — everything that guy handed out came with a trap built in.

So what do I do?

What was I supposed to do against the god of this world. Judging by that business about power last time, he wasn't at the level of playing with me like a toy whenever he felt like it. Maybe I had to treat it as him slipping a knife in whenever I let my guard down.

"Hoo... wash up first. And clean the room."

That was the plan. I started to get up.

"Haaaahn?!"

My strengthless legs skidded on the love juice, and my ass smacked into the floor. In that instant a violent carnival of pleasure came racing up my spine. I shuddered, adding a few more drops to the puddle.

"Hnnn, hhk... hah, nngh...!"

It felt like the entire region around my crotch had become one giant erogenous zone. No — every muscle, every inch of skin, every last cell of this filthy body existed only to feel pleasure. That violent sensation climbed my backbone and drove itself into my skull. Two hours of full-body pleasure, packed down and stored. The violence I'd passed out on and postponed came slamming back into me all at once.

"Hnghck! Hahk!"

I'd thought it had all run its course while I was out.

"Aaaaahn!!"

My hips snapped. My eyes rolled back. I didn't want it — my body twisted me around on its own, wringing itself for more. I panted and shook my hips like that for minutes, my idiotically blanked-out head moving on instinct, hunting pleasure.

"No, I don't... I don't wanna, but, ah, ahh... ahn, hah..."

I shoved my hand into panties soaked through with love juice and rubbed my clit. My sopping crotch made a lewd wet sound. Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!

"Hah, nngh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, my pussy's cummiiing...!!!"

Climax in a matter of minutes. My face burned red. My breathing went ragged. And at the ragged edge of it, a violent orgasm tore through me.

Pshhh, pshh!

"Haaaahk...!!"

My vision flickered black. Thoughts kept cutting out. Only the pleasure ran on, unbroken. It felt like something I'd been holding down had finally punched its way out.

Take it off. My hand. I have to take it off...

They say a woman's orgasm is several times a man's. I was tasting a climax dozens of times more intense, at dozens of times the sensitivity.

So this is... I can't... I can't help it...♥

The problem was that my pussy felt too good. That wasn't on me. Touch it a little and I became happier than anyone else in the world.

"Hnghck! Ah, ahh... agaaain...♥!!"

I squirted myself into a wreck and still kept working my pussy, praying the pleasure boiling through my skull wouldn't stop — that the bliss soaking my whole body, the happiness spreading from between my legs, would last forever. The panties were in the way. I tore them off in a hurry and spread my legs wide. The new position was so much easier that my body and my head both swelled with anticipation.

"Haah, hahk... khahh...♥!!"

This high-sensitivity body took my hands without rest, as if this was exactly what it had been waiting for. My head was such a mess I didn't know anything anymore except my pussy finishing.

"More, mooore... hyik♥?!"

I shoved my fingers in deep at the entrance and scraped roughly along the walls. My hips bounced off the floor.

"Ahnk, again, I'm cummiiing♥, hik... agaaain... oooohk...♥!!"

Pussy juice burst out of me and pattered down across my body. A taste that was faintly sweet and musky at once. I twisted myself around by force and buried my face in the puddle, wetting my thirsty lips and tongue.

"Lick, lick, hehh...♥"

Ahah... that feels good...

A heavy languor rolled in, and with it a weakness so deep I didn't even have the strength to rub my pussy anymore.

"Fuaaah..."

I left my fingers resting on it and just enjoyed the brush of them whenever my hips twitched from the aftershocks.

"Hik, hih... hn, hnnn...♥"

I don't know how long I stayed like that. Dawn broke. My wrecked mind started to come back in pieces. The reason that had been crushed under brain-melting pleasure slowly got to its feet.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sunlight for a moment. Think positive. Wow! Become a woman and you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can jerk it all day long and the sun still comes up!

"Haa..."

Quietly, I endured the idiotic mess I'd made of myself. I wrung out rags over and over and wiped the floor soaked in love juice. I stuffed a uniform pickled through with the stuff into the washing machine. Even while I worked, my pleasure-cured body kept twitching and leaking tide.

"Nnh..."

I went into the bathroom and rinsed my red, swollen crotch under cold water. It had puffed up so badly I slathered on the soothing cream I'd bought at Olive Ten. The feeling of that cold cream spreading thick over smooth, fever-hot pussy flesh...

"...Hold it together, Naho. Hnn..."

I barely kept down the lust that surged every time my hand touched me there. A faint pleasure spreading on the back of a sting. This was... addiction. Getting drunk on the pleasure this high-sensitivity body never stopped producing. A one-way express train to becoming a filthy bitch in heat.

"Puaaah..."

I swatted the dizzying alarm windows out of my face and dunked my head in cold water. After I washed, I opened the window and let the lewd air out of the room.

Maybe... it'd be better to let it out a little, in moderation...

That was the conclusion I reached, after a lot of thought, while I fumbled my uniform on with shaking hands. Human beings were a species that only chased a thing harder when you forced them to stop. I needed to bleed the pleasure off a little, like I was enjoying it. This body was a pleasure pouch. Endure, and it packed every bit of it away for later. So... just a little. Just a tiny bit.

Sensory blocking only at the truly important moments. And only briefly.

A painful experience would make a better me. If pleasure this intense — the kind that turned me into an idiot — showed up a few more times, I was liable to open a love hotel in some corner of the school.

No. I'd just go looking for the pleasure myself.

And become a real filthy bitch in heat.

"Hoo. I'll head out first today."

I steeled myself all over again and left the room. It was early enough that Yura still hadn't come out. The cold spring morning wind hit me, and it felt like my head cleared.

Click.

"Yura."

"Huh? Naho!"

"Kyah!"

She came running the instant she saw me. We wrapped each other up, shared a little body heat, and then let go. She smelled like baby powder.

"What's this? Our sleepyhead coming out early?"

"Just did a little mental rearming."

"...Because of yesterday?"

"That, and... if I'm going to explain things to you later, I figured I ought to be doing better."

I soothed the worry in her eyes as I said it. Luckily, she gave me a bright little grin.

"You don't have to tell me. That kind of thing. Even if you never let me in on those secrets, I'm on Naho's side."

"...Thanks. Really."

I felt the rims of my eyes going a little red and turned around in a hurry.

"C'mon, let's go!"

"Yeah!"

We got to the classroom soon enough, and Arthurs was already there.

This bastard's crazy fast.

Fortunately he seemed to be following my instructions — he just dipped his head a little. I went back to my seat and waited for class.

Rattle.

"..."

"..."

A little later, Annelisa Moritz walked in. Those icy eyes flicked toward me, then slid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠away.

That's not a 'just you wait' look...?

She was just looking. No particular feeling in it at all.

Less of a grudge-holder than I thought, Annelisa.

Maybe we could even become friends someday. I sat with that thought while the rest of the class filtered in one by one.

"Naho-san, I've arrived."

"Hey, good to see you, Anaru. You look tired."

"Fufu. There was a reason for that. Naho-san looks a little tired as well."

"...A little."

"What? What's tiring?"

"I'll tell you later, Yura-san."

"Tch, what the heck."

Once our detective Anaru had arrived, the broadcast came on.

At last, the first day of combat training had arrived.