50. Egg-Laying
50. Egg-Laying
"Rosi Lahera is incapacitated, Yuriel wins!"
Along with the referee's words, passionate cheers filled the stadium. Were the feelings of gladiators who fought 1-on-1 makgora in the colosseums of the past and grasped victory just like this? My heart pounded involuntarily at the cheers piercing my ears.
"U-Um, sorry, but could you stop spacing out and untie this...?"
"Ah, yeah."
Trapped inside the giant ice pillar soaring up in the arena, sticking out only her face while chattering her lips blued by the cold, I approached Rosi Lahera. Her appearance of just nodding her head back and forth and breathing out frosty breaths felt a bit pitiful.
Paat —
As I touched the ice pillar, the ice pillar wrapping around Rosi Lahera transformed into numerous snow crystals and soon scattered into the air. Those snowflake-shaped things drifted in the air for a while, then lost power and descended as if it were truly snowing.
Snow in summer—with a name that stimulated people's romantic sentiments from the start, even the people clapping and gasping in admiration in the stadium audience seats soon stopped what they were doing and couldn't take their eyes off the feast of snow crystals decorating the sky.
"Is this service for the spectators? Cool. I was mesmerized for a second."
"......"
No, I didn't exactly do it with that thought in mind, but what's good is good. I turned around without denying Rosi Lahera's words. Because silence is usually considered consent.
There's something I've felt lately: if a person's intrinsic ability is too outstanding, no matter how they act, it gets packaged nicely and interpreted favorably. Like, they did this because of that for some trivial action, or there must have been a hidden meaning. Stuff like that.
Actually, if it were a human who forged that ability with their own bloody efforts, there might be a behavioral principle backing up even such minor actions, but since I'm a talent one-tool free-loader, there's no such thing.
Yet, thanks to the countless cadets and instructors of the academy who stubbornly assign meaning to my brainless actions and strive to find behavioral principles behind them, unless I pull off a bizarre stunt like lying down in the hallway and scrubbing the floor with my academy uniform, no matter what crap I pull, I become a genius who acted with a deeply hidden intention behind it all. Jackpot.
With those thoughts, I trotted over to the stadium's waiting room. Since I was the last match, only Siwoo, with a thoroughly dazed face, was drooping his body limply on the waiting room chair with his eyes closed. What is this, this is practically begging me to scare him, right? I immediately crept up to Siwoo and shouted right into his ear.
"Roar!!"
"Why."
"......Hey, why aren't you startled?"
"Because I wasn't startled."
"Whoa, you really have no sense. No wonder you got eliminated in the Round of 32, sigh."
"Get your ass over here."
"Pfft, I'm really sorry, but attacks from a Round of 32 dropout don't work on me, do they? Swish, swish-swish-swish, annoying, right? But you can't hit me, heehee."
Triggered by my provocation, the Round of 32 dropout, unable to contain his anger, flung his body at me and desperately tried to catch me, but a Round of 32 dropout is just a Round of 32 dropout. He's a different breed from me, Yuriel, who breezed into the quarterfinals like eating rice cake while lying down. Easily dodging the Round of 32 dropout's attacks, sticking out my tiny tongue, I kept provoking the Round of 32 dropout—
"Yup, no matter how much you throw a seizure, you're just a Round of 32 dropout, hello, Round of 32 dropout...Hauht?!"
"...Gotcha."
Dodging this way and that from Siwoo's hands reaching out to catch me, I flinched for a moment at a strange sensation felt suddenly in my lower belly, and Siwoo didn't miss that mistake of mine.
"W-Wait a minute, my stomach feels weird......"
"So?"
"Ah, ugh......"
The feeling of my lower belly constantly heating up and tightening—this, I shouldn't be feeling this, but with this dangerous sensation that felt like I was going to get addicted, my legs naturally curled inward.
"S-Stoppp...!"
"What."
"D-Don't come any closer...!"
Step by step.
Every time Siwoo approached me, I couldn't help but back away due to an inexplicable, strange feeling. Even while thinking I don't need to back away, I don't need to back away, my body was already overwhelmed by Siwoo's atmosphere. Before I knew it, a wall was right behind my back.
"Ah, ugh, ah......!"
"Can't even run away now."
"W-Wait, I'm telling you my lower belly really feels weird! It's like, burning hot and trembling......!"
T-This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be like this in front of Siwoo, yet my wretched body was rubbing its thighs on its own, preparing to be devoured by the predator. My slender arms were already caught by Siwoo, unable to budge an inch.
"S-Siwoo? P-Please, I'm begging you, let me go for a second. My body really feels weird. S-Something feels like it's about to come out...!"
"Nope."
"Y-You...!"
Because of Siwoo continually closing in, I, already thoroughly pickled in his scent, unconsciously twitched my hips and let a thin thread drip from below. Struggling to close my mouth which was hanging open and drooling before I knew it, I said to Siwoo:
"Y-You, if you keep this up, I won't let you off. Let go of this right now."
"I told you no."
"......You chose this."
If so, it couldn't be helped. Inevitable as it was, I had no choice but to shoot magic at Siwoo. I'm sorry for Siwoo, but I can just use healing magic on him later. Take a hit, Siwoo. This is the path you chose.......
......?
Why, why isn't my mana gathering? T-This shouldn't be happening......?
"Pfft, what are you doing right now?"
"Ah, w-wait...! T-This is weird...!?"
Mana that I could control however I wanted until just a moment ago wouldn't gather no matter how hard I tried. Only a bizarre sensation of something settled deep inside my body slowly poking its head toward the entrance could be felt.
"P-P-Please. Siwoo. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, so please let me go for a second. Huh? Please..."
"You'll really do whatever I say?"
"Y-Yeah, so hurry up......"
"Then relax your butt right now."
"Huh?"
Relax your butt. At Siwoo's casual utterance, my wretched body slackened its muscles on its own as if it couldn't disobey Siwoo's words, and I climaxed along with the vulgar sensation of something slipping out from inside my bowels.
"H-Hiiiik?!♥ H-Huuuughs?!♥"
For some reason, it was a climax that felt as familiar as if I'd experienced it dozens of times, yet immensely ecstatic and addictive. Along with that, strength drained from my legs, and I slumped heavily onto the floor slippery with love juices.
"Hauhh, hauhh......T-This is too......!"
"Pfft, you actually came while laying an egg. Fucking hilarious."
"Y-Youuu......!"
"Sorry, but you still need to lay about five more eggs, so don't even think about resting."
"......F-Five more times......? If I do that five times, I'll really get messed up...! P-Please......!"
Contrary to my words desperately denying Siwoo's command, my body, already subjugated to Siwoo, was getting ready to lay the next egg.
"Hmm, this time you'll lift your butt and show me you laying an egg. Got it?"
"N-No way...! S-Stop...!"
Lifting my already-spent waist, Siwoo shoved my face right into the floor soaked with love juices. The more I inhaled, the more the bridge of my nose twitched, and love juices leaked out.
"S-Siwoo, p-please......!"
"Stop talking bullshit and relax."
"H-Huu, h-huuuik?!?♥"
"Good. I took a picture of our Yuriel climaxing vulgarly while laying an egg, so you'll wear it like a name tag from now on, alright?"
"M-My body feels weird......, t-this feels good......."
"Pfft, your switch is already flipped."
Having already lost my sanity to the ecstatically addictive pleasure, my wretched body, dripping wet from top and bottom, docilely obeyed Siwoo's words every time he told me to relax my butt, climaxing four more times.
"......Fuck."
What kind of dream is this even when dreaming? I let out a deep sigh as I stared at the bed soaked to the brim with love juices and intestinal fluids, and the 6 duck eggs sprawled across it. It's a good thing Siwoo was sleeping; if he had been awake, I really would've committed suicide by now. Thinking that perhaps I was feeling more nervous about the Seolhwa Tournament than I thought given the absurd content of the dream, I picked up one of the duck eggs scattered on the bed—
— and shoved it back into my anus.
"H-Huuuh......I-I gotta keep the noise down......."
The Seolhwa Summer Tournament currently underway had ripened to its peak, leaving only the main tournament quarterfinals. Regrettably, that bastard Siwoo ran into me in the Round of 32 and suffered a crushing early elimination, but since I've become the flagship image of Seolhwa Academy, it's better to win. I decided to train with Siwoo starting yesterday. Honestly, I thought I'd win easily even without doing it, but after hearing Siwoo's words, my mind changed.
One of them was living with mana-infused duck eggs inserted inside my bowels. Those given by Seolhwa's mother faintly exude mana every time I move, so my pathetic body easily climaxes with every single step I take.
Therefore, following Siwoo's advice, I decided to train twice a day by inserting six duck eggs into my anus and pushing them out. If I had entered the main tournament without hearing Siwoo's advice, I would have been in danger because of my pathetic body that climaxes just from walking with duck eggs inserted inside. Just imagining it makes me dizzy. With a much more resolute expression, I buried my face into the bed, stuck my buttocks out into the air, and shoved the duck eggs into my anus.
"G-Get in there....... Ho-oo, o-hoo-oo......Feels good......."
The ecstatic sensation of my bowels tightening fiercely and my waist trembling uncontrollably. Because this is surprisingly terribly addictive, I sometimes end up feeling the pleasure of oviposition, unconsciously straining and pushing out the duck eggs I had already inserted.
"Hoo, hoooo......A-Almost half is in......, now just a little more......."
"What, you could've just asked if you needed help."
"O-O-Ohooook?!!?♥"
The ecstatic pleasure of the large duck egg being pushed deep into my bowels. At that, crossing my eyes in a weird direction, sticking out my tongue, spraying love juices from my pussy, I came.
"Hoo, ohoo......W-When did you wake up...?"
"You should say thank you. I helped you with your climax training."
"R-Right..., t-thank you......"
"Yeah, yeah. Well, this is nothing. Should I put one more in?"
"T-Then thanks..., o-hook, o-hoo-ook!?!?♥"
Unlike my method of taking my time and slowly inserting the duck eggs because my waist keeps trembling if I try to put them in all at once, Siwoo doesn't give a damn about such circumstances and tends to shove the duck egg straight into my anus all at once. Because several minutes' worth of pleasure washes over me all at once, my body has somehow been conditioned so that it can't be satisfied unless it's Siwoo's way.
"U-Um, Siwoo......"
"What, you want me to watch you lay eggs too?"
"Y-Yeah......"
"Sure, well, since we're friends I can do that much. But I'm gonna record it as a video, okay?"
"T-Thank you......"
Doubtful at first about Siwoo's words that relieving sexual desire by stroking a body made sensitive by secondary sex characteristics becomes more efficient when someone is watching, I tried masturbating in front of Siwoo, and sure enough, I felt it much more intensely and climaxed faster, allowing me to relieve my sexual desire quickly. Ever since then, whenever I masturbate, I always ask Siwoo for permission and masturbate in front of him, climaxing in a pathetic state.
For your information, today is erogenous zone measurement day. Thinking about getting my erogenous zones measured in front of Siwoo and coming over and over again made my lower belly tremble already.
"Hey now, stop spacing out and focus. Or do you want me to make you focus by force?"
"S-Sorry, I-I'll focus, so, o-ho, hooook?!?♥"
Ah, I made a mistake. When masturbating, I have to focus solely on masturbating and not think about anything else at all. If I break that 'rule', I have to live with a horny body that can only think about cocks for as long as Siwoo wants.
"Now, do 'that' before putting in the rest of the duck eggs."
"O-Okay......"
T-This is a 'rule', so it can't be helped. Since my body is so pathetic that normal daily life wouldn't function in its original state, I used my own hands to lift the layers of Desensitization Magic cast under Siwoo's permission, and easily climaxed just from the sensation of the duck eggs exuding faint mana inside my bowels.