Chapter 21. So It Tastes Better When You Keep Stirring the Semen Soup, Right?
I bent forward inside the lurching carriage. As my lower belly was squeezed tight, thick semen leaked out in a slow, sticky stream and soiled the floor yet again.
“It’s hot…♡”
Even though it had been spilling out for quite some time, it still held on to its warmth.
I scraped it together with my hand and cupped it in my palm. When I lifted my hand to show how viscous it was, long strings of slippery fluid stretched between my fingers before snapping one by one.
He wants me to put this back inside me…? This filthy semen…♡
The moment I looked at the cloudy liquid pooled in my palm, disgust surged up first, instinctively. But it lasted only a heartbeat.
Almost without meaning to, I stuck out my tongue, as though I’d rather lap it up in some indecent way than put it back inside.
“I told you to put it in the lower mouth, not the upper one, Aria.”
“Th-this is…♡”
Only then did I realize what I was about to do, and my face burned as if it might split open.
“Hurry up and put it in. It’s precious semen, after all.”
Swallowing hard as though tasting it, I used my other hand to spread my cunt and vaginal opening wide. Then I slipped the fingers of my semen-filled hand inside.
I was just tilting it, trying to let it seep in slowly, when—
Jolt—!!
The carriage, which had been moving smoothly until then, lurched so violently that my body seemed to leap into the air.
“Hyaaah♥”
In that instant, the finger I’d been using to guide the semen inward sank deeper than I’d intended.
Ordinarily, I could have just pulled it out. Instead, the finger buried inside me began to stir with maddening naturalness.
Creek, creek, creek, creek—!!
My cunt, already soaked with every drop of semen that had spilled onto the floor, was stickier than ever. It felt as if the suddenly narrowed walls of my pussy were gripping my finger with a fierce, crushing force.
“Hahhaahhh…♥ It’s all in…♡”
“Then you’d better mix it well so not a single drop spills out.”
“Hiiit…♡”
At her words, I moved the finger buried deep inside, tracing little circles within the clenching heat. As the arousal fluid and semen slowly began to blend, they made even more obscene sounds.
“Haaah…♡ Hyaaang♥”
As I diligently stirred the semen while feeling Rosenberg’s brazen gaze on me, the carriage that had been rocking onward came to an abrupt stop.
“Master, are you all right? I’m sorry. I lost my concentration for a moment…”
Soon the maid’s voice came from beyond the closed door.
“I’m fine. Keep moving.”
“Thank you for your generous forgiveness.”
When I heard the maid’s voice, I thought Rosenberg would let her inside. It seemed entirely like the sort of thing she’d do—dragging in an audience so they could watch my filthy self-pleasure.
“What is it, Aria? Are you disappointed that that failure didn’t get to see you?”
“W-why would I be…♡ Ngh…♡”
“A semen soup made directly in the semen passage isn’t exactly common, you know. Maybe I should’ve let her watch.”
I bit my lip hard at her sly smile, but even so I kept stirring the semen and arousal fluid together.
“Take your dress off.”
“Haaah…♡”
With a low moan, I used my other hand to pull the dress down. My breast spilled free, the stiff little nipple standing proud and obvious, betraying just how aroused I was.
“You have to keep stirring if you want a delicious semen soup, right?”
“Haaahh…♡ H-how long…♡ Hihiiit♥”
It was all because of that iron rod mounted inside the chastity belt. If not for that damned thing, I wouldn’t have gotten this worked up.
Rrrriiiip—!!
“Hugyaaaah♥”
While I was stirring with only one or two fingers inside me, something suddenly pushed all the way in. Rosenberg had stepped on the back of my hand.
“A-ah, nooo…♡ Don’t do that…♡”
“I’m helping make it tastier, Aria.”
“T-this…♡ Hihit♥”
And, of all things, she pressed down exactly when my fingertips brushed the upper wall of my pussy.
She had crushed the sensitive spot with overwhelming force, without the slightest regard for my will.
“Hihyahahang♥”
Whoosh—!!
The stimulation surged so violently that my eyes rolled back, and a huge gush of fluid spilled out. The semen mixed inside my cunt really was working; not a single drop leaked out.
“It’s mixed well. You’ve made a delicious semen soup.”
“Hihit…♡ Haa…♡ I’m so horny…♡”
Just as I was about to move my fingers again like I’d been spellbound, black-red blood dripped onto the back of my hand.
“…What is this?”
A wet warmth clung beneath my nose, and a sharp, metallic scent thickened in the air. When I wiped it with my other hand, a dark smear of blood came away.
Why is my nose bleeding all of a sudden?
As I stood there, rattled by the sudden nosebleed, the world swayed and my vision plunged into darkness all at once.
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My body felt terribly heavy. It was as if some unknown force had been pinning me down, and yet my eyelids, in complete contradiction, felt light as feathers as the view brightened before me.
“…Here.”
Of course, it was the bedroom Rosenberg and I shared.
“You’re awake?”
How had she known I’d opened my eyes?
She caught on instantly and brought her face close, filling my entire field of vision in one movement.
“To think the first thing I see when I open my eyes is your face.”
“Oh? That hurts my feelings. I carried you here myself, you know.”
“The maid… didn’t do it?”
“I’d never entrust my precious belongings to anyone else.”
I still hated that way of thinking, the way she treated people as though they were nothing but objects, as if it were perfectly natural.
I didn’t even have the strength to frown properly.
“How did I end up collapsing?”
“You had too much sex.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s true. You kept taking in such strong stimulation and moving your body through it that it wore you out.”
Then she should have explained it that way from the beginning.
“I won’t be able to fuck you for a while. It’s a shame, but I can’t have Aria falling apart, either.”
“So… you’re saying you’ll leave me alone for a while?”
“If you miss it that badly, just say so. I can put as much semen in you as you want.”
“That won’t be happening.”
It sounded as though she meant not only that she’d stop fucking me, but that she’d also stop with even indirect stimulation for a while.
So I can rest in peace for a bit.
A sigh of relief slipped out before I could stop it.
“If you eat a lot of good food and sleep well, you’ll be fine. About a week, maybe?”
At the thought that a full week of freedom had been handed to me, the corners of my mouth lifted on their own.
If only my body would recover quickly enough that I could get some clue about Rosenberg before then. But right now, even moving a single finger felt difficult.
“Rosenberg, how exactly can you use magic?”
“Secret.”
“Then what about the technique that turns men into women?”
“That’s a secret too.”
I’d already expected not to hear the answer I wanted, so I’d asked anyway.
“Then I’ll ask you something now. Don’t you like it better that Aria became a filthy little bitch instead of staying a man?”
“Shut up.”
“You don’t have to suffer the way you did as knight commander anymore. You can just get stuffed by my cock and moan, and live a life of luxury you couldn’t even compare to before.”
“Shut up.”
“Telling your master to shut up twice. I’ll let it slide because you’re hurt.”
Because I was in pain, I could spit those words out without any retaliation.
Maybe this would be a time when I could finally vent all the resentment I’d built up toward her.
“What are you even doing all this for?”
“Because it’s fun. How fun is it, turning a sturdy man into a delicate woman and making her into a bitch?”
I was starting to want to dissect her brain just to find out what kind of structure could produce thoughts like that.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling, answering her intermittent questions with “shut up,” I felt something unfamiliar gradually tightening around my body.
Was it because she’d left me right beside her but hadn’t touched me at all? If so, that would mean I’d already started accepting being fucked by this woman as part of ordinary life.
“Feeling empty down below, Aria?”
“It’s so empty it’s good. I could laugh until my cheeks hurt.”
Rosenberg came closer and wrapped her arms around me. Just as I thought I shouldn’t have trusted a single word out of her mouth, she helped me sit up and leaned me comfortably against the headboard.
“If you’re hungry, say so.”
“I’m not hun—”
Grrrroooowl—!!
Before I could even finish the sentence, my stomach answered for me with a thunderous growl.
“Is there anything you want to eat?”
Right now, I could probably eat anything I wanted, even food I’d rarely had access to as knight commander.
“…Lobster.”
I’d had steak often enough as knight commander, but I’d never even seen a lobster in person.
“Honesty looks good on you. I’ll have it prepared right away.”
Before getting off the bed, she gently stroked my hair and pressed a slow kiss to my forehead.
The sound of that kiss lingered especially vividly in my ear, and just as I was starting to notice it, Rosenberg left to order the maid to prepare the meal.
“A life of luxury, huh.”
Anyone looking at me now—hell, even I myself—would have been forced to admit this was a luxurious life.
The price of such a life was only one thing: living as Rosenberg’s bitch.
There were surely people who would choose, without hesitation, to become a bitch if it meant enjoying this kind of luxury.
Get a grip. This isn’t the life you want.
The thought that followed me in the empty room tried to deny the life I’d lived as a man.
“If you wait a little longer, I’ll have it ready and bring it up.”
I was hunched over, clutching my head, when Rosenberg returned to the room.
But then something strange unfolded.
“Aria, are you in a lot of pain? Where does it hurt most? Tell me.”
She had even forgotten to close the door as she rushed back, then hurried over and frantically examined my condition, her hands roaming over my body.
Her touch wasn’t the least bit lewd. It was sincere, full of genuine concern for me.
“I’m nothing more than an object to you… am I?”
“That object is precious. Compared to everything else I have right now, Aria is far more precious.”
With that, she softly stroked my cheek.
“Why do you value me that much?”
“Because you’re beautiful. And because I love the way you struggle and refuse to give up to the very end.”
For a moment, I felt pathetically foolish for having expected an answer that might have come from the mouth of an ordinary person.
This woman’s way of thinking couldn’t be called human.
She always harbored disgusting thoughts toward me, and she had no idea they were disgusting or that they were wrong.
“Once you’ve eaten, let’s take a bath together, Aria.”
“Why don’t you just tell me to walk straight into a tiger’s den while you’re at it?”
“I won’t do anything. I promised.”
“You really think I’m going to believe that?”
“If I even so much as touch your body in a sexy way, you can kick me in the balls right away and I’ll forgive you.”
For a moment, just imagining the scene made me tremble, and before I knew it I was clutching tightly between my legs.
“Pfft! You don’t even have them anymore.”
“I-I know, but… it suddenly hurt…”
“Honestly, being with Aria is always fun.”
At Rosenberg’s laugh, I let out a hollow sigh.
Since I knew so little, I still couldn’t make sense of her behavior at all.
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