Anywhere Door (7)

"Haaagh!?"

The strength went out of my legs in a single rush, and I crumpled straight to the floor.

"Ah—ahh, nngh..."

My lower belly jerked up of its own accord, seizing and convulsing. Collapsed into a W-shape, my legs trembled violently, giving voice to everything I was feeling.

"Ah, nngh-ah, haaah..."

A sensation so violent it made the auditorium feel like nothing at all tore through my abdomen. Something thick, huge, and hard — and burning hot besides — was churning through me like a thing possessed.

"Hngh, hahk... kh—"

Whatever it was drove in deep, over and over. It ripped through my insides with a force that seemed to boom, thud after thud, as if I could hear it. On the way in, it smashed through with brute force, crushing everything in its path. On the way out, it dragged at the passage it had forced open, a slick, pulling sensation as if it meant to turn me inside out. Every bit of it arrived with maddening clarity. And every bit of that stimulation turned into pleasure and went racing through my whole body.

"Ough, kahh... hieh, hihk!!"

Dozens of thrusts in the span of a breath, and my head was wrecked. A tingling rush swept from crown to toe, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠white fireworks burst across my vision. Then that cottony haze that had filled my skull that afternoon—

Pop.

"Nngh-aaaaah...!"

Still crumpled on the floor, my hips jutted sharply upward. My mouth fell open. My tongue lolled out on its own, and I panted like an animal, wet and ragged.

"Gaaah... hahk, hyaah..."

So this was the kind of filthy sound my own mouth could make. The first climax bought me a sliver of room to think.

Ah... this is—someone just shoved it in...

My body was arched to its limit. I could feel my lower half soaking through, growing wetter by the second.

Plap. Plap.

"Nngh-ah, hahk!"

The savage thrusting that followed sent my hips bouncing up on their own. And from inside my panties, something spurted in hot little jets. My eyes had started to roll back; only then did I barely claw my way back to myself.

"Hahh, haah... I—I'm losing it..."

This was not a sensation a human being could endure. Top-tier red-light girl? Not even close. A pro would at least be able to set her own pace.

How the hell is anyone supposed to take this...

I used that hard-won scrap of clarity to scramble across the floor on my hands and knees. Everything below the waist had gone slack; my legs only shivered and refused to move.

"Ghhhk... this damn Strength staaat..."

I crawled, and crawled again, on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a Strength of eleven. The one genuine mercy was that this place really was the greatest academy on earth — every room had its own bathroom.

I tried to drag myself forward one more time.

"Nnghoooooh!!"

A hog-like squeal tore out of my mouth. Still on my belly, I smashed my face into the floor and shook, hips shuddering in a dead rattle.

I—I'm the only one who came...

Whatever was inside me had gotten angrier. It rammed through me far rougher, far more violently than before.

"Augh, hahh..."

So this was what happened when a person got too aroused — you couldn't even make a proper sound. Maybe it was because the thing inside me was too big. It was thrusting so deep I could feel my stomach being pressed from within, and the air went out of me; no voice would come.

"Please, just a little—hic, ough, hooooh...!"

I crawled for my life. I came once for every lunge forward. My panties had already given up their job; I could feel whatever was coming out of me running in a thin stream across the floor.

"I—I made it..."

And as if it had finished the same way I had, the first cock to violate the hole spent itself too.

"...!!!"

Something scorching — as if every heat in the world had been gathered into one place — poured into the hole. Not for a moment. It kept coming, as if it meant to pump until I lost my mind. Straddling the line between the bathroom tile and the bedroom floor, I shook like I was having a seizure.

Ding!

"Hgieeh... hihk, ahaah...♥"

A sound sweeter and filthier than any moan I had ever made slipped out of me. Had this damned Sensitivity-81 body finally gotten what it wanted? The aftershocks ran through me in little tremors, then stilled.

I seized the opening and crawled the rest of the way, collapsing onto the bathroom floor.

"Hhk... hngh, hh—"

Tears streamed down my face from the insane sensitivity. I never imagined a hole could drive a person this crazy. My mind had settled a fraction; my lower half, drunk on the afterglow, still gave those intermittent, maddening twitches.

"Huu... nnh... c-clothes... I have to get these off..."

I dragged my wits together enough to strip the uniform. There was a wardrobe, but I'd never even opened it... I had to salvage these first.

"Ugh... why is it so small..."

I peeled off the ridiculously tiny blouse and jacket, and my springy breasts swayed inside the bra. If my mind had been intact, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I might have taken an interest...

"Hurry, I don't know... he might—he might go again..."

I had to get the skirt off before it got any wetter. Only after I'd finally worked off the skirt, the underwear, and the socks did I let myself breathe.

"Haa, haa... who—what kind of bastard..."

I lifted the white panties with two fingers. They were soaked through to a dull gray, giving off a faintly musky scent tangled with something sweet.

"Ugh... insane..."

I dragged a hand over my smooth, hairless crotch, and a string of sticky fluid came up with it. I wiped and wiped and it wouldn't end, so I scrambled into the bathtub beside me.

"Auh, haah..."

The instant I turned the tap, a stream of hot water came down. I washed the fever out of my skin and the mess off my lower half as fast as I could. I didn't even have the strength to look at a woman's naked body, which I was seeing for the first time in my life.

"Uugh... ah, wait..."

I sank into the warm water up to my shoulders and opened the status window.

"There was definitely a ding a second ago..."

Impregnation Rate this, Sensitivity increase that. I didn't even have the strength to get angry. I just stared blankly at the status window. Fine. I'd take stock of the situation.

Impregnation Rate 15%? Once it hits 100%, I birth that... Pussy Plug, right?

And I'd be giving birth to it from down there, too? The thought made my blood run cold, but that was a problem for later. I set it aside. What mattered was which bastard had just come in my hole, at this hour.

Academy hours are over... everyone's free right now...

But to come in the hole you'd have to take your cock out and work it, so it wouldn't be a public place. It wasn't even seven yet. Early.

"Don't tell me it's the dorms, or a research lab, or something?"

There was a cock involved, so it had to be the men's dormitory. The men's and women's dorms were sealed off from each other, obviously. It was an eroge, so there were heroine events, but...

"Walking in there would be like putting up a billboard that says please come fuck me."

The research labs weren't a space a nobody first-year like me could even get near. I had only a moment to despair at the total mess I was in before a signal came from the hole.

"Ahn..."

This time it was a firm, pressing weight against the entrance. Instinct told me everything. This bastard was going again the second he'd recovered.

"Fuck, did it feel that good? Huh?! Ahnnn!?"

My shout rang off the bathroom walls as the cock drove in deep. I grabbed the rim of the tub so I wouldn't slip and hung on for dear life.

"Haah, hahk! Aung, hnn, hhhngh...!!"

How to put it — it was less than before. The girth, the hardness, the heat. Sensitivity 81 — no, 82 now? Either way, that insane Sensitivity delivered every last detail straight into my brain. The speed, though, hadn't dropped at all.

"Hahk, aung, ah, hnnph!"

If anything, it felt faster. It was bearable — and because of that, I felt it even more clearly. Before, I'd been fucked out of my mind. This time I was lucid.

Ah, ah, no... nnh, I keep—I keep being aware of it...

How thick the head was. How fat the shaft. How hard. How much... he was enjoying my hole. I could picture someone desperately rocking their hips.

"Ah, gaaah... nnh, I'm—hahk, hieh...!!"

The sensations were so raw that the climax arrived that much faster. I'd never understood why they called a woman's orgasm coming... I understood it perfectly now. My vision blew out white, and my lower body squirted something out in long, pulsing streams.

"Huu, nnh. Ghk..."

The owner of the cock did not stop. If anything, he fucked me harder, as if he loved how tightly the hole was clamping down.

No, this isn't me... I'm just—a hole... hngh!

My head was a wreck, thoughts smashed into each other.

"Ahn, please, stop... just come already... aung, hgieh!!"

Maybe the prayer got through. The second ejaculation arrived much faster. The semen was thinner this time, lukewarm. I could feel the hole greedily sucking it up.

"Y-you... why is this so vivid..."

The sensation was so raw it felt as if my own body were absorbing it.

Ding!!

The alarm chimed with it. I stabbed at the window with a hand still shaking, pickled in pleasure.

"No, what... the stat is going up..."

Stats were the kind of thing you ground yourself to death training to raise. And it had gone up by one in a single day? Sensitivity?

So that's... +2 from achievements, plus 1 from the stat increase, already 83?

I yanked the stat window open in a panic.

A stat in the 80s took thousands — tens of thousands — of grinds to budge. At least, that was how it had felt when I was playing the game.

"Haa, haa..."

Was it because this body was already so lewd that it developed this easily? I thought that, and put strength into my legs. I'd been clenching hard every time I came, so a little power had come back. I started to ease myself out of the tub — and the signal came again.

"Ah, pleaseee—ahhn!!"

I slipped right back under and spent the next three hours trembling in the water. Two hours of coming through the hole. Another hour just recovering a body that had been wrung out to nothing.

"Crazy, that crazy bastard... did he pop a pill or something..."

That was a reading from a Sensitivity that had hit a full 83, so it would be accurate. The semen had just been watery — not much nutritional value in it. I felt wretched for even thinking that, and opened the alarm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠window.

The rate of increase had been slowing, and it finally stopped there. I couldn't just sit around lamenting it, so I put my thoughts in order and crawled toward the bed.

"Ah... it's already past ten..."

Yura. Had she come by? I felt bad enough that I wanted to call and apologize even now, but I was about to lose consciousness, so there was nothing I could do.

"Shit... why is the wardrobe so far away."

I at least wanted to put on pajamas. I didn't have the stamina to walk even a few steps there and back. In the end I rolled myself up in the blanket and closed my eyes.

Around thirty percent... is that the max one person can produce?

Then in theory, three or four people would max out the Impregnation Rate. And then...

"Nnnh..."

The tide of sleep rolled in. I let the thought go, and sank under.