Chapter 21

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 21

Chapter Title: EP 3. Yuta - Morning Sex is Just Common Sense? (Common Sense Alteration)

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It was well past dawn by the time we made it back to the inn.

"Ow... my pussy stings."

I hunched over and shuffled to the bed before collapsing face-first onto it.

Who would've thought I'd get pounded nonstop for hours straight after that.

I never imagined losing my virginity would mean taking on more than ten guys right away.

What the hell were those old men?

They had huge cocks and shot massive loads—top-quality semen just pouring out endlessly.

As if they'd been saving it up just for today.

It was so incredible that I kept cumming♥ cumming♥ in awe, missing my chance to call it quits.

"You look exhausted."

Lena chuckled as she followed me in.

She'd taken way more cocks than I had, yet she looked perfectly fine.

She'd probably been living as a holy woman for years, getting fucked by every dick in sight, so maybe it was par for the course.

Still, she felt surprisingly virginal... probably because she's a heretic inquisitor. Damn, what insane acting skills.

"Of course. But why use my mouth and ass during pussy service duty? Those holes have nothing to do with fertility!"

I grabbed my aching ass and grumbled, the memory making it throb again.

It was still gaping wide, bubbling out semen foam.

One more day of this, and it might actually break—turning the exit into an entrance for good.

I'd heard women who get hooked on anal have to wear plugs for life. Horrifying.

"Says the girl who seemed to enjoy it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a ton?"

Lena poked fun with a mischievous grin.

"Of course! Getting fucked feels good—it's common sense...! But... it's still scary."

That's what women addicted to cock always say.

They turn into spineless sluts fawning over men, doing anything for approval.

Of course, that's the ideal woman... Huh, then why did I hate it?

...No idea.

But something tells me I don't need to overthink it.

"You're so stubborn about the weirdest things, Lia."

Lena stripped naked and slid into bed beside me.

"Just enjoy it. Getting blissed out on cock is a blessing from the Goddess for us women, right?"

She slid her fingers into my pussy and stirred.

I returned the favor, fingering her sloppy hole full of cum and juices.

When no cocks are around, pussy-on-pussy play is how we satisfy each other—common sense.

Plus, girl-on-girl is low-pressure. Way lighter than dick.

I kissed Lena.

We made out, tongues dancing, caressing each other's bodies until we drifted off in each other's arms.

"Ahh...♥ Nngh...♥"

A little later, I woke up.

A weird sound tickled my ears.

Plap, plap—flesh slamming into flesh, hard and fast.

"Yawn...?"

As I rubbed my eyes mid-yawn.

Something familiar nudged between my legs.

I snapped my eyes open in shock. A hairy old guy was straddling me.

"Wh-who are you...? Hngh♥"

Mid-sentence, hot, sticky heat flooded my insides.

I knew it instantly. I'd felt it over and over last night at dawn.

Creampie.

"Finally awake, huh?"

Lena's voice came from across the room.

I turned. She was surrounded by guys in the middle of the floor, servicing pussy and mouth while jerking off two more with her hands.

"Wh-what?! What's going on? Who are these guys?!"

"Heard they're guests from the next room. They smelled our slut scent and came to use our pussies. They graciously offered out of kindness, so I couldn't turn them away. Invited 'em in."

"Huh? Oh..."

Oh, right.

If that's the case, no helping it. Cumming is exhausting for men. For them to come use my pussy anyway shows real consideration.

Even so.

"Why include me while I was sleeping?! Creampie right on waking up... Hoo♥"

Mid-protest, his cock dragged out along my walls. I rolled my eyes back with a moan.

Ugh, nearly bit my tongue!

"Sorry, miss. You were sleeping so soundly, didn't wanna wake ya rough. Figured a few thrusts would do it, but you must've been beat."

The guy who'd filled me looked apologetic.

Seeing that tugged at my guilt.

"N-no... no need to apologize..."

Ugh, why's he the one sorry?

I should've noticed—it was my fault.

He's being such a gentleman; hard to face him after taking his creampie.

"Um... want me to clean you up? Since I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't serve your pussy properly..."

I offered to smooth things over.

"Sounds good to me."

"Then just relax."

I brought my face to his dripping-wet cock, drops trailing down.

Post-nut, it was soft and floppy.

But a few strokes, and it stiffened right up.

"Mmm♥"

I wrapped my lips around the hard shaft and sucked.

Cum, precum, smegma, and my own juices mixed into a bitter, salty, fishy tang.

Pretty intense for breakfast.

But my mouth-pussy, guts, ass, and freshly creampied pussy all lit up in ecstasy at his manly scent.

Slut sensors overload!♥

"Mmph♥ Slurp...♥"

As I sucked happily, something pressed at my ass.

I glanced back. Another guy had sidled up, rubbing his hard cock against my dripping pussy.

"Hng?!"

I yelped in surprise.

"Mind if I try this pretty miss too?"

He shoved it in without waiting.

"Hoh♥"

"Ooh, tight but a top-tier pussy. Shame I didn't get first dibs."

"Wh-why'd you just stick it in...!"

I pulled off the cock in my mouth, flustered.

"Why? Your pussy was free. I used it—shouldn't you be grateful?"

"B-but... I'm sucking another guy's dick...♥"

"More the merrier. Your feisty attitude screams fresh off virginity."

I blushed, speechless.

Sure, I was a virgin until yesterday, but it's not that—being defiant's just my personality.

As I grumbled inwardly, the front cock tapped my cheek.

"Miss, finish what you started."

"Ah, y-yes... sorry."

I went back to sucking.

Meanwhile, the rear cock started pounding my pussy.

"Nngh♥"

These guys.

Why are the men here so sweet to women?

Love it♥

Woke up to cocks, double-teamed front and back for about two hours.

Once they left, I sprawled on the bed, covered in cum, catching my breath.

"Haa...♥ Womb's puffed up with semen again..."

I scooped leaking cum from my inflamed pussy and licked it off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my fingers, murmuring.

"Refreshing♥ Cock heaven first thing in the morning—best ever♥ This city's amazing. So many kind, pious folks."

Lena stretched as she got up.

White fluid poured from her front and back holes. Watching made me crave it; I licked my lips instinctively.

But I'd already gorged on cum, so no urge to move.

Sensing that, Lena grinned slyly.

"Want some?"

She spread her pussy lips with her fingers.

"Nah, I'm good. Ate plenty."

Smegma, pubes, and all. What a royal breakfast.

Then I spotted a note on the table.

Huh? What's this?

Reading it jogged my memory.

Lena had left it yesterday about heading to church.

"...Speaking of, what about that suspicious magic?"

"Hm?"

Lena tilted her head at my question.

Then, as if remembering.

"Oh, that... Think it was my imagination."

"Imagination...?"

"Yeah. I... dunno, but no need to worry about it. Right. Don't sweat it."

Her eyes looked cold and vacant as she muttered to herself.

"I see. Oh yeah, I met some weirdo on the street too."

Weirdo.

Something nagged at me, but nah—it fit perfectly.

I mean.

"Said the city's people were weird... church folks changed... stuff like that."

"Huh. Some nutjob."

Same vibe.

Thinking now, yeah. Everyone here's kind and sweet. Used my pussy without asking for money. Not like disposable wank-rags—they gave proper sex, stuffed me full of cum. Sure, anal's still a hassle.

Slandering them like that? Deserves divine punishment. Not that I believe in gods. Why'd I take that crap seriously back then?

V-cards, probably.

Makes sense. Good thing I ditched it yesterday.

"Know where that guy is?"

Lena asked.

Her expression chilled me for some reason.

"Why?"

"Bugs me. Lady Yuri said there's some lunatic spreading weird rumors around town."

Lady Yuri.

The gorgeous blonde nun from yesterday.

Heart fluttered recalling her. So pretty, angelic glow and all. Kind, thoughtful—perfection incarnate.

We just parted, but I missed her already. Wonder if she's at church. Maybe visit, offer to help?

"Lia?"

Lena's voice snapped me out of it.

Eek, drooling.

"Dunno exactly, but wandering around, I'll spot him. Memorized his look."

"Cool. Help me out?"

"You bet."

I thumbs-upped.

Her problems are mine.

Plus, chance to impress Lady Yuri.

So we washed up, changed, and headed out.

Honestly, post-virginity, maybe skimpy's fine—but.

"Parading naked everywhere troubles the men—bad manners."

Lena shut that down.

Though she wore yesterday's slutty nun habit, tits fully out.

Wish I'd borrowed that instead of this prissy outfit. Regret hit late.

Eh, not a priestess—might look off.

"Hey! You!"

While wandering the street.

Someone yelled.

Turned. Bandaged guys everywhere.

Familiar...

"That thug bitch from yesterday!"

The leader pointed at me.

"Ah!"

Hit me. I edged back.

"Know 'em?"

Lena asked beside me.

"Well..."

"You beat the crap outta us yesterday then bailed?!"

"Beat... a man...? For real, Lia?"

Lena gasped.

"I-it was... virgin shyness, y'know..."

"So you did?"

"Kinda..."

"Apologize. Now."

Lena scolded sternly.

"Y-yes'm."

I shuffled forward, bowing deep.

"S-sorry about yesterday."

"Sorry fixes it? Huh?!"

He barked aggressively.

Heat rose despite my guilt.

Okay, I was 100% wrong, but they started the misunderstanding.

If they'd just straight-up offered to pop my cherry, I'd have said yes.

"...So what do you want?"

"Wha?"

I peeked up.

"I apologized."

"Lia!"

Lena grabbed my ear and yanked.

"Ow ow ow!"

"That's how you talk to a man?! Didn't know you were so rude!"

"B-but...!"

"Backtalk! No proper apology, we're done. Can't hang with bad ideology."

Done? Friendship over?

My fault, sure.

"Ugh... fine..."

"Sincere apology."

"Y-yes..."

Sincere apology.

Only one way.

Common sense.

I stripped bare, stacked my clothes nearby, knelt, and pressed my hands and forehead to the ground.

"For defying a man... using violence... then running... I deeply repent and apologize..."

Nude prostration.

Showing your birthday suit, admitting you're just a bitch, kneeling in submission.

How women sincerely apologize to men.

But they looked unimpressed.

Not enough?

Frozen in fear, Lena knelt beside me, stripped, and bowed too.

"Not my fault, but as friend and ally, I apologize. Please forgive Lia."

"Lena..."

Tears welled.

I'm the guilty one.

"Words are cheap. We got assaulted. Wanna beat you senseless, but can't as men."

"Then..."

Lena stood resolute, moved behind me, sat.

Then.

Smack! Her palm cracked my ass hard.

"Kyaa?!"

Pain shot bone-deep; I shuddered.

"Ass up! Take spanks till they’re satisfied—for reflection. Got it?!"

"Y-yes!"

Smack! Again, full force.

This hurt for real.

"Eek!"

"Gonna defy men again?"

"N-no... never!"

Smack! Brutal sting exploded.

"Agh!"

"Act rude again?!"

"No! Never ever!"

Smack.

I wobbled, couldn't hold.

Hardest yet.

"Hit a man again?!"

"Never! Please... no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more...!"

I begged through sobs.

But Lena smacked mercilessly again.

"Ahhh...!"

"Repenting properly?!"

"Yes... repenting... hngh..."

I broke into tears.

"S-sowwy... hngh... hurts so bad..."

"How'd those men feel? The humiliation?! Hitting a man as a woman!"

Lena scolded coldly, smacking again.

"S-sowwy... so wrong... forgive me... hngh... waaah...!"

"H-hey... she's hitting too hard... she'll break!"

"No. Lia deserves it. Striking a man? And these are good, righteous city men. Makes it worse."

"Still... enough."

"You forgive her...?"

Tears streaming, I asked.

"Y-yeah. Seems repentant. Forgiven."

"Th-thank you... waaah..."

I crawled to his feet, buried my face in his shoes, sobbing thanks nonstop.