Declaration of Defeat
“Haah, ah♥”
Walter and I had been glued to each other since early evening, greedily devouring each other's bodies.
Scratch that.
To be precise, it would be more accurate to say we had been relentlessly fucking all the way into the evening.
After storming out of the house around noon in a fit of absolute rage, I had returned in that exact same pissed-off state, and we had been fucking non-stop all afternoon.
I didn't need to eat for long stretches of time anyway, and as for Walter—he was probably starving, but he could damn well starve for all I cared. Fucking asshole. What a cheeky bastard.
By the way, I had originally planned to crash at Walter's place just to save on room and board. How the hell did things end up like this?
“Are you some kind of succubus? Fucking... all day long like this.”
“You seemed to love using that precious dick of yours to plow through women. What, does it not stand up unless you're raping someone?”
The moment those words left my mouth, Walter suddenly pushed himself up, grabbed both of my arms, and stared down at me with a dead-serious expression.
“Ngh? What? What is it?”
“I am truly sorry for threatening you. If the rape is still causing you this much distress... if you are doing this to yourself because of me, please stop.”
“What?”
“No, I don't mean you should stop using the word 'rape.' I mean the sex. You keep calling me your rapist, and yourself a raped bitch. If you're throwing your body away out of despair because of what happened this morning, I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. At first, I thought you were just talking, but you keep...”
I stared at Walter in utter disbelief as he rambled on, before glaring at him and shoving him back onto the bed with all my might.
“You son of a bitch. Do you really think I'd throw my life away just because I got raped by a piece of shit like you?”
Has the effect of this uncontrollable pheromone finally worn off? Seeing him worry about me so needlessly only made my blood boil.
A rapist acting all worried, and now he was acting like he didn't even want to do it anymore. It made me look like the only sex-crazed bitch here!
I climbed on top of Walter, looking down at him as I spoke.
“I'm going to make you regret that the person you raped was me. I'll make sure you can never be satisfied by another woman for the rest of your life.”
To be honest, I talked a big game about making him regret it, but it didn't feel like my pheromones were working, and it wasn't like I had some legendary technique to satisfy a man.
Still, if I gritted my teeth and pushed through, even this bastard would realize he picked the wrong woman to mess with.
“Tomorrow, while you're at work, I'll make sure the only thing on your mind is rushing back home to fuck me.”
...Or so I thought.
“Ngh, ahhh...!!♥”
Why the hell is it turning out like this again...?!♥
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck...♥”
“Should I stop now?”
“Shut up! Who the hell is going to declare defeat—mph...!!♥”
What pissed me off even more was his smug, relaxed face, letting out only the lightest of breaths.
I crossed my arms over my face to hide it, but it did little to soothe my burning humiliation.
The bastard who had been walking on eggshells around me just moments ago wouldn't stop thrusting his hips, even as I gasped for air and hurled curses at him.
Startled, I struggled as Walter grabbed my wrists to pull them away, but I was no match for his sheer strength.
“First you act like you care, then you just do whatever gets you off... You're just a selfish prick...”
“I have delayed ejaculation, so I don't care much for the act itself, but I do enjoy watching a woman gasp and struggle beneath me.”
“You sick pervert—ah, ngh!? Mph...! I told you not to do that, you son of a bitch...!♥♥”
Pinning my wrists down, Walter buried his dick all the way inside me, grinding his hips in slow, agonizing circles while keeping it bottomed out.
I thrashed and shook my head from side to side, but his waist didn't stop moving.
“This time, I'll make sure you're the one who regrets it. And as a bonus, I'll make sure that tomorrow, while I'm at work, you'll spend the entire day at home thinking of nothing but my dick.”
“Haaah, ahhh!?!?♥♥”
In the end, I barely had the strength to move my own hips. I was completely swept away by the brutal rhythm of Walter's thrusts, entirely at his mercy.
“Haah... haah... ah...”
I collapsed onto the bed, juices and semen dripping out of me, while the cheeky bastard stood over me, jerking himself off to finish.
The moment I learn to control my pheromones, I swear to God I'll make him beg on his knees just to let him cum.
While the afterglow of the sex still lingered and my arousal outweighed my shame, I lifted one leg to tempt him. It must have been highly effective, because I got to watch him immediately blow his load right then and there.
“With muscles like these, a dick this size, and a face like that... why do you have to be such an asshole?”
I nudged Walter with my foot with every word, but he suddenly grabbed my ankle.
Slurp.
“Are you fucking insane?!”
Horrified by Walter licking the sole of my foot, I yanked it back. Walter simply let out a faint smirk as he stood up.
“For someone who glares so sharply and gets so angry, your reactions are always quite cute.”
“Rapist. Criminal. Pervert. Trash. Die.”
I was appalled by his disgusting comment, but I wasn't stupid enough to kick him again and risk getting subjected to another round of that torture.
“Ngh? What? What are you doing?”
“You're dirty. You should wash up.”
Walter effortlessly lifted me up and carried me toward the bathroom. I thought we were going to wash together, but he left me there and turned to walk out.
“What? You're not washing with me?”
“I thought it might make you uncomfortable. Take your time—”
“Shut up and get in here.”
Why the hell did a guy living alone build a bathtub this massive?
“Aren't you tired of it yet?”
“My apologies.”
I stared in horror at his dick, which had already gone rock-hard again. I knelt down and began to stroke it for him.
Did I do this for Milia too? I was so out of it back then that I couldn't remember.
There was no way I knew how to give a handjob that actually felt good to a guy, so I just stroked it as gently as possible to avoid hurting him.
“Tell me if it hurts. It's my first time doing this.”
I had definitely felt it when it was in my mouth and when it was shoved inside my pussy, but holding it in my hand made me realize all over again just how massive it was.
But while it was all well and good that I had confidently offered to stroke him, how long was I supposed to keep doing this?
As the silence grew increasingly awkward, I decided I had stroked him enough and stood up.
“That should be enough, right?”
Since he had delayed ejaculation, there was no way a simple handjob would make him cum anyway, and it wasn't like a loose, gentle grip would feel that amazing to begin with.
“W-what?!”
The moment I wet my hair, feeling thoroughly refreshed, Walter suddenly grabbed my waist from behind and yanked me back.
“Hey, you asshole! I'm in the middle of washing! I can't see!”
“You can't just get me this worked up and stop halfway.”
Wait, he got that excited over just a lousy handjob?
“Fine, I'll do it more! I'll use my hands, so just hold on a second!!”
I flailed my hands blindly, my vision obscured by the water, but Walter ignored my cries and didn't stop.
“You rapist piece of—mph, pfft! You motherf—!”
“Earlier was just my perverted preference. This is a petty revenge.”
“Revenge for what—ngh...!”
I barely managed to hold myself up, pressing both hands against the wall as he subjected me to a pounding far rougher than before.
This penetration actually felt like it had some real emotion behind it.
“Just because of that... ngh♥ ah... ngh...♥”
Ultimately, under the relentless assault, the curses dying on my tongue were replaced by uncontrollable moans.
Why does it always end like this...♥
“Haah... haah...♥”
The moment his dick slipped out, I slumped to the floor. As Walter stroked his shaft right in front of my face, I instinctively cupped my hands beneath my chin and opened my mouth.
Because he had been handling me so roughly, I was terrified he might grab me by the hair and force his seed down my throat, but thankfully, Walter simply came in my mouth like normal.
“You really are a essence-draining succubus, aren't you?”
“Succubus my ass.”
I denied it, but... we had been fucking all day, fucking again, provoking and tempting each other, skipping meals, and even fucking while washing up.
No, I was still human. Surely.
This was just, uh...
“I'll wash you. Stay still.”
“Wait!”
I held out a hand to stop Walter as he approached, shouting. He paused and stared at me.
“I don't think I can take it if you start touching me with those perverted hands of yours again.”
“Seeing how you're the one getting drained instead of doing the draining, I suppose you aren't a succubus after all.”
I glared at Walter and washed myself while keeping as much distance as possible. True to his surprisingly obedient nature, he didn't try anything else.
Out of a thirty-hour day, we had spent nearly ten hours fucking without a single break.
Overwhelmed by a mix of exhaustion and cleanliness, I rolled around on the bed. After stealing a quick glance at the bathroom door, I leaned down and sniffed the bedsheets.
Whenever people talked or books described it, they always made a big deal about the scent of a man's clothes, his room, or his bed. But I couldn't really smell anything special.
“Are you in heat again?”
“Knock before you come in!”
“I just came out of the bathroom, and this is my house.”
Unlike me, who was fully dressed, Walter was walking around wearing nothing but his trousers just because it was his place. I quickly averted my eyes.
“Got a cigarette?”
“No. I've never touched one in my life.”
Why the hell does nobody around me smoke?
Has it really been almost a year since I last had a smoking buddy?
“You can smoke here if you want.”
“Forget it. I'm not so classless that I'd leave a cigarette stench in a non-smoker's house. Just get ready and come out. Let's go get some food.”