Even After I Stuffed Your Belly Full to Bursting, You Still Want My Cock?
It felt as if I were sinking into an abyss without end—deep, dark, and bottomless.
The violent pleasure that had crushed my body and the pressure that had choked the air from my lungs both drifted far away, and for a time my consciousness simply cut out.
It was like falling into a sleep so deep that not even dreams could reach me.
How much time had passed? A faint light began to seep in past eyelids that had been sealed shut with a heavy weight.
“Nngh…”
A cracked voice leaked out between my lips.
A vicious, crushing exhaustion held my body in a vise—as if every joint had been taken apart and then put back together wrong. Even twitching a single finger felt like too much.
When I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing that filled my vision was not an unfamiliar ceiling. Beneath the soft lighting, a familiar face looked down at me.
“Awake, Aria?”
Claudia von Rosenberg.
She gazed at me with a smile that was endlessly tender and gentle.
In that instant, the sensation of that monstrous cock slamming into me in the bathroom—driving in as if it meant to crush and rupture my womb—flashed through my mind.
“G-get away…!”
I recoiled in terror and tried to shove myself up and away from her. But the strength that should have surged up my spine snapped and died somewhere around my waist, ignoring my will completely.
“Aaugh…”
My lower half felt dull and distant, as if it belonged to someone else. All that remained was a heavy, searing heat sitting alone in my lower belly.
My body, which had tried to thrash, collapsed weakly back into place.
I was in far worse shape than when I had woken after collapsing with a nosebleed.
Soft…
The plush sensation cradling the back of my neck and head wasn’t a bed. It was Rosenberg’s thigh. I was lying naked beneath a fluffy blanket, using her lap as a pillow.
“Relax and stay still. If you force yourself to move, it’ll only hurt more.”
Her pale, slender fingers rose to my forehead and began stroking my hair—very slowly, very gently.
Where had the hands gone that had gripped my hips like a predator’s? In their place was a touch of delicate care.
That jarring dissonance sent a chill down my spine instead.
“H-how long… have we been like this?”
I asked in a cracked voice, refusing to let my guard down. Rosenberg brushed my hair back and answered calmly.
“About an hour? Our Aria must have drunk herself so full of cock-juice that she passed out cold. I cleaned you up nicely in the bathroom, brought you here, laid you down… and I’ve been watching you ever since.”
So I had been out for quite a while. The iron will that had never broken—not through the harshest training, not on any battlefield—as 1st Knights Commander of the Holy Kingdom of Eos was no longer mine.
Body and heart both seemed to have become those of a frail, delicate woman.
I shut my eyes tightly and steadied my breathing, trying to calm myself.
Lying with my head pillowed on the soft give of her thigh felt unbearably alien, but I didn’t even have the strength to run. Restoring my stamina had to come first.
I was sorting through those thoughts, shifting the back of my head left and right a little to ease the stiffness in my neck, when—
Squish—!!
Something strangely soft and springy pressed against the back of my skull.
It was far too warm, far too distinctive, to be mere thigh flesh.
What is this feeling?
Without meaning to—whether to identify it or simply drawn by that pleasant sensation—I rubbed the back of my head against it once more.
The peculiar elasticity that squished and seemed to cradle my skull wasn’t bad. No—honestly, it felt so comforting it almost melted the fatigue away.
While I unconsciously rolled and nuzzled the back of my head against it, Rosenberg’s voice drifted down from above, thick with amusement.
“My, Aria. I stuffed your belly so full it was bursting, and you still want my cock?”
“…What?”
In that instant, a chill worse than ice water dumped over my whole body raced across my skin. A heartbeat later I understood: what I had been feeling with the back of my head was her cock—soft, no longer erect.
“AAAAAAAH!”
I bolted upright in pure horror. There it was, hanging limp between her legs. She was wearing a gown-style nightshirt, but the thing was so grotesquely massive that the fabric barely concealed it at all.
I stared up at Rosenberg with a face gone rotten with revulsion and shock.
As if my twisted expression were the funniest thing in the world, she burst out laughing.
“Pfft—hahaha! Aria, that face is a work of art. A second ago you were nuzzling away like you loved it, and the moment you realize it’s a cock you crumple your face like that. Too cute.”
“Y-you insane pervert…! Get it away right now!”
“Get it away? You’re the one who thought it felt good.”
While she savored the moment with that unpleasant laugh, I reached out to shove her. Rosenberg caught my wrist, yanked, and pulled me right back down onto her lap.
“Stay still. You can barely sit up properly and you’re still being stubborn. Just think of it as a pillow. Your cock’s pretty cushy, you know. You felt it yourself a second ago.”
“Sh-shut up…!”
I glared daggers at her, but she only shrugged as if it meant nothing.
“Your hair’s still damp. You’ll catch a cold.”
Both her voice and her touch felt endlessly unfamiliar.
It was far gentler, far more affectionate, than when she had simply kept her hands off me because I was in bad shape.
“I’ll… do it myself. Take your hands off.”
“Be still. When Master is giving you a little service, you take it quietly.”
She half-supported me upright and began drying my hair slowly with a towel.
“Ah, how’s your belly? Back in the bathroom it was sticking out nice and round from how much of my cock-juice you swallowed. It’s gone down a bit now, huh.”
The tender hands blotting away the moisture and the crude, filthy joke that slipped out of her mouth could not have been more perfectly opposed.
I bit down hard on my lip and shot her a sharp glare.
I was almost more used to her trying to fuck me while spewing filthy talk that made me want to cut my own ears off.
These endlessly gentle gestures paired with casual obscenities only made me heave deep, exhausted sighs.
“Is that all you ever have to say?”
“Why? It’s true. Your insides are still all tingly, aren’t they? That sloshing feeling of being packed full of cock-juice isn’t bad at all. Our Aria clamped down so tight and loved it so much.”
I didn’t even feel it was worth answering. I snapped my gaze away, sealed my lips tight, and chose to ignore her jokes completely.
When I held to total non-reaction, Rosenberg brushed the back of her hand lightly down my cheek and laughed low in her throat.
“Such a fierce little cat. That venom in your eyes—I really do love it. You have no idea how thrilling it is watching those pupils go slack and stupid with pleasure every time I fuck you.”
Her words were true.
I hated her, and yet in the face of the overwhelming pleasure she gave me I always collapsed helplessly.
That contradiction was what drove me the most insane.
Once she had thoroughly towel-dried my hair, Rosenberg laid me back on her lap again and simply looked down at my face.
In the long, wordless exchange of gazes that followed, the lewd atmosphere from moments before gradually thinned, and a strangely solemn silence settled over us.
“Aria.”
The playfulness was gone. Her voice was low and quiet.
“What.”
“You don’t know a single thing about me, and yet you still want to kill me, don’t you?”
“No matter what it takes, I will kill you.”
For now, surviving beside her was the only path open to me. Watching for a single opening within that was my only chance.
“Why ask something like that?”
“Because it’s adorable how quietly you’re using your master’s lap as a pillow… and because you squeezed out such delicious cock-juice for me in the bathroom today. I thought I’d give you a little reward.”
Her crimson lips curved into a soft, elegant arc.
“Aria. What is it you want to know about me? The things you’ve been most curious about all this time.”
It was the weapon I needed most desperately if I was ever going to break out of this hopeless situation.
She might lie. She might have already dug another trap. But I could not simply throw this chance away.
I crushed my lip between my teeth and rapidly sorted through the flood of questions in my head.
Countless things rose up, but two stood above the rest: how to return to my original body, and the nature of her magic.
“How you turned me into a woman. And second—”
I paused briefly, watching her reaction. Rosenberg waited for my next words without losing her easy smile.
“How you learned magic. By what means, and in what way.”
At my answer, a spark of interest lit in Rosenberg’s eyes.
“I expected as much, and you didn’t stray even an inch. You’re still hung up on those two.”
She twined a lock of my hair around her finger, winding it slowly as she murmured.
“What to do…”
“You said you were willing to answer.”
“Of course I am. But…”
Rosenberg slowly leaned her upper body down until her face was close to mine. The sweet floral scent of her breath brushed my nose.
“Nothing in this world is free, Aria. The information you asked for is rather important to me. You weren’t planning on just taking it, were you?”
“What do you want?”
“Simple.”
Her crimson lips came so close to my ear they nearly touched. A cold shiver slid down the nape of my neck.
“In exchange for answering one of those two questions in detail… for one full day, you will obey everything I order without a single word of resistance. How about it?”
My breath caught hard in my throat.
Doing everything she ordered did not mean simple obedience to commands.
What she would make me do was blindingly obvious.
She would turn me into a bitch in heat all over again and force me into humiliating acts, or subject me to some horrific violation that would trample every last scrap of morality and reason.
Being forbidden even to resist might mean something far stronger than before was waiting for me.
What do I do?
Slowly having my mind broken as her toy with no information at all… or enduring a day of humiliation in exchange for a decisive clue that might let me return to my original body.
Which one was truly the path that would let me live?
I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
The image rose of myself in the bathroom—reason gone, shaking my own hips and begging for cock like a cheap whore. I had already hit rock bottom. My pride had already been crushed underfoot. There was nothing left to lose.
Only one purpose remained: return to who I was—Argentius Veil—and take this woman’s head.
That was all.
After a long silence, I slowly opened my eyes.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
At my declaration of surrender, Rosenberg’s eyes curved into crescents, and the brightest, most bewitching smile in the world bloomed across her face.
She left a light little peck on my forehead.
“I’ll decide when I tell you. So be a good girl and wait.”
The moment a deal with the devil was sealed.
But for me, there had been no path except accepting that deal.