Because That Pussy Aches for Someone Else
Your slutty little pussy was aching for someone else entirely.
"So I take it you understand I have no intention of sending you home in one piece today."
Yu Sera's eyes went wide with shock. But what truly seized my gaze just then was the wet dirt beneath her.
She had strangled at my neck as if to test the difference in our strength for herself — and the juices that had burst from her excited pussy were soaking the bare ground black.
And I hadn't even cast a heat-spell on her. In the end, you really are a helpless eroge heroine, aren't you.
"Haah… you trash…!"
Yet she didn't seem to have the presence of mind to spare even a glance at her own sorry state.
Her chest hung out through the clothes that had burst apart under the earlier pressure, and she was still glaring at me, snarling defiantly.
"If we're weighing usefulness and worth, wouldn't you be the one closer to trash, compared to me?"
"Shut your mouth…!"
"A so-called magical girl, and she couldn't land a single punch on a demon."
"I told you to shut up…!"
Swish.
"Hik…!"
The moment I extended my index finger toward her parted lips, she flinched back in terror.
If you're going to react like that, don't bother putting on a brave face.
Tap.
Swallowing my smirk, I rested the finger on her upper lip.
"……!"
Her startled, round eyes gathered foolishly on my index finger.
At the same time, tension stiffened her entire body, locking it rigid.
Holding her gaze dead-on, I slowly drew my hand downward.
"Hrgh, mmrgh…!"
My finger, caught on her jutting lower lip, slid past it with a tiny rebound and picked up speed — glancing across her jaw.
Just like in the practice room earlier, I let it travel down in the same motion, tracing the line of her throat — but.
"…Get that filthy hand off me…!"
Was it only natural?
She showed not the slightest hint of suspecting my true identity.
Slowly…
And so my fingertip kept sinking lower, past the ridge of her collarbone, onto the firm plane of her chest.
"S-stop right there…! Or I'll really kill you…!?"
Curled up on herself, whimpering and yelping — she looked no different from a small dog.
Had she shown even the courage to grab my wrist, I would have pulled back. But—
Slowly…
In the end, she just squeezed her eyes shut and permitted my skin to rub against her breast.
"Nngh…."
The fat packed tight inside her huge tits, without her exerting any force at all, dented deep around my finger and let it slide.
"Hnngh…."
Then, past the faintly bumpy ridge of her areola—
Flick.
"Hiiup…❤︎!"
The instant I grazed her nipple, her whole body jolted, then shuddered.
A springy, bouncing sensation off the tip of my finger. Her pale-pink nipple vibrated up and down rapidly like a spring before settling back into place and going still.
"Haah, haaung… this is really…!"
Staring at her delayed reaction, I slowly began moving the fingers still pressing under her breast back upward.
"……!"
At an achingly slow pace, my finger crept toward her areola once more.
As if she couldn't afford to lose sight of my movement, she stared hard at my knuckles—
"Nnh…."
—and in the end, squeezed both eyes tightly shut.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Cruelly belying her expectation, my finger fell away fecklessly and traced down along her ribs instead.
"……?"
"What? Were you expecting something?"
"Wh-what are you saying…!"
"Your breathing changes whenever my fingertip heads back toward your nipple."
"Th-that's because I hate it…! Because it's disgusting! I wish a pervert bastard like you would just drop dead…!"
"Yet you have no intention of killing me yourself? How pitiful. That flailing of yours looks like it'll be pathetic for all eternity."
"……."
Slowly…
Her damp lips parted for a moment, but in the end she couldn't even manage an excuse, and simply bit down on her poor lower lip.
Savoring the thrill of domination that her unconcealable helplessness stirred in me, my finger traveled lower still.
Firm.
Her softly swelling lower belly. Along skin densely packed with fat—
Swish.
I stroked back and forth across the wisps of pussy hair just beginning to grow in, then—
"Well. Is that enough for you?"
I stopped, withdrew my hand, and straightened up.
"……?"
She looked up at me with an expression that said she couldn't understand at all.
"Do I need to ask you back? Expecting something again?"
"…That's not—I told you it's not like that…!?"
"As I said when we first met, there is only one thing about that body I care to praise. A promiscuous thing, tuned solely to the instincts of a female — a lewd vessel that exists only for the urge to receive a man's seed, to conceive, and to bear his child."
"What are you even saying…!"
"Only, that pussy of yours — which sprays its water at the mere squeeze of a throat — keeps giving off such a rotten stench that I couldn't ignore it."
"……?"
Only then did she take in the wet ground — and her own lower half.
"How slow you are, even at examining your own body."
A face that had no business turning any redder flushed deep and dark.
And then, watching me furtively, she began inching her body sideways to hide the puddle of pussy juice she'd made.
"Th-the rotten smell is coming from your own nose…!"
"No. That is the stench of a female craving another man. That whore-like fuckhole of yours is aching right now for someone who isn't me."
"What…?"
At first, her eyes said she thought I was spouting nonsense.
Then her pupils emptied out, and the moment she recognized the truth in herself, those eyes darted sideways, fleeing from mine.
Beyond any doubt, it meant she had begun to see me — her own manager — as a man.
"Th-that's not…."
"Spare me the excuses. It's none of my concern, is it?"
The hour of parting had come around again.
And I wished to give her a gift — for humoring my amusements.
Swish.
"Now what—! What are you trying to do now…!"
I moved my fingers through the empty air and raised her body upright.
"Huh…? Wha…?"
In time with my gesture, the tattered shreds of her clothing peeled away, smooth as silk.
At the same time, she slowly spread her legs, rose up onto her heels, and crouched into a squatting position.
"This part's fully waxed too, I trust."
And last, both hands went behind her head, baring her armpits completely.
A posture perfect beyond improvement for a first humiliation play.
"U-undo this right now…! Untie me—!"
"Orders are something you give to those weaker than you."
The moment I kicked lightly off the ground and spread my wings—
"W-wait…! You can't just leave me like this—!"
"I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. No one has the standing to append conditions to that privilege."
"I-I was wrong…. I was wrong, okay…!"
"No. The fault was mine, in truth. I did as I pleased — and the one who suffered for it was you."
I beat my wings hard once more, and her throat gave a small bob as she cried out.
"I-I'll do everything you say…! Just this… if you undo just this…"
"Everything I order? Whatever it might be?"
"……Yes. I really will do anything…! Please, just this…."
"Then climb into my arms, take my cock into that pussy of yours that's still dripping wet, and move your hips yourself — until that pathetic womb of yours is filled to bursting with my cum. Can you do that?"
"……."
Even given ample time, she could not manage an answer.
But unlike before, there was no refusal in that reaction.
Which meant: if I forced her, she would have no choice but to accept it.
"I am not asking for your will. This is not a question of can or cannot — I am demanding an *answer*."
But that wasn't what I wanted, either.
"…………."
"Next time we meet, you had better come having learned something about earnestness."
Whoosh!
With those words, I tore through the empty air before she had any chance to seize hold of me again.
"Nnnghh…!"
How many minutes has it even been now…!? Probably a whole hour.
My arms and legs ache so much I can't stand it…. And why does something keep dripping down there…!?
"……."
Right. It's just pee.
My bladder must have gone numb just like my arms and legs — that's all. My body's just malfunctioning, that's all.
More importantly…
"If anyone sees me like this…!"
It wouldn't end at embarrassment. Forget idol life — I wouldn't be able to show my face outdoors ever again….
"I'll kill him…. that piece of trash…!"
No matter how strong that bastard is, he's not worth a lifetime of cursing. If I just keep pushing my power, then surely…
Rustle.
Just then — the sound of someone approaching from far across the construction site.
No…! No no no…! Please…! They can't come this way…!
Rustle.
As if my prayer went utterly unheard, the sound drew closer and closer.
It's over…. I'm done for…. I should just die….
Rustle.
I've never done a single bad thing in my life…! Some guy I've never even seen just handed me this weird power out of nowhere…. I never asked for it — all I did was try to save the world…!
Everything is the worst. The world — let it just end. Let everyone die…!
That demon bastard, and all the humans — let them all die…!
"…… Sera?"
"HIIIIK—!"
At the man's voice coming from directly behind me, I squeezed my eyes shut.
There was no escaping anyway. Now everything really was—
"Sera? What on earth are you doing here…"
"…Manager…?"
Of all people…?
He'll think I'm a crazy pervert psychopath.
He'll take photos and blackmail me. Tell me that if I don't sleep with him whenever he wants from now on, he'll leak everything to the forums, to the press.
Then he'll use me a few times, get tired of it, and toss me away like a rag…
Swish.
"Huh…?"
Just then, a weight settled across my shoulders. The scrap of cloth that had hung down to my thighs wrapped itself around my bare body.
"Can you walk?"
"My body won't…"
Twitch.
…It moves?
"Thank goodness. Let's go. The car's parked right up ahead."
Having draped his own jacket over me, the Manager silently guided me along, steadying my swaying body with his arm.
Thud.
In the car, too, all he did was pass the still-unreturned stage costume into the back seat.
Beep-beep-beep, beep.
All the way until he dropped me off in front of our dorm—
Thump.
And all the way until he lifted me, still unable to hold my body upright, and laid me down on the bed—
the Manager asked nothing at all.
Not why I'd been there. Not why I'd been left in such a state.
"Get some rest. The members won't be back until late tonight."
"……."
And he even wore such a gentle expression while saying it.
When he turned to leave me—
Grip.
"…?"
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd seized the Manager's wrist.
"Hmm? Is there something you need?"
"…… Why don't you ask me anything?"
"About what?"
"Why I was there, doing that…. It's weird, isn't it…."
The Manager gently peeled my hand away.
For the briefest moment, I thought I felt disappointed.
Swish. Swish.
But then, as if to sweep that feeling clean away, he began rubbing the back of my hand with those big fingers of his.
And so very warmly, too.
"Did you forget everything I said today?"
"…… Huh?"
"People can't understand other people. No matter how you explain why you were doing what you were doing, I won't understand it. And just the same, you won't understand the things I can't understand."
"……."
"So I don't need to be curious, and you don't need to explain. That's all there is to it."
"…… Even so… you were disappointed in me, weren't you."
"I don't know. I don't think this is the sort of thing to be disappointed about."
"…… I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me."
"I told you, didn't I? I really…"
The surge of emotion rising in me felt like it would spill over into tears at any second.
But I don't want to cry.
All of this happened because I was weak. Because I'm weak.
I never want to show anyone my weakness again.
So.
I have to dam these tears up right now.
Grip.
I seized the Manager's wrist again and pulled.
Hard enough that even those muscular arms couldn't overpower me. With strength worthy of a magical girl.
"Ah…."
And so, onto the bed — no.
Onto *me*, the Manager climbed.
Mwah.
Drawn in by me, he kissed me.
Though maybe… just now, it wasn't me who supplied the strength at all.
He smiled.
