The Remaining Ones (1)
The Remaining Ones (1)
Melanie opened her eyes to the sound of males struggling outside the door.
Lili, who made her climax first; Pia, who made her climax the most; Hilda, who made her pass out the fastest.
Since they couldn't be ranked by score alone, they were now nitpicking to determine a winner by judgment.
"Ugh, ugh...♡"
Despite having been asleep for quite a while, her body didn't feel the slightest bit refreshed.
Being forcibly knocked out left her head throbbing, and her entire body, abused like an object, ached dully.
Her sweat-soaked white flesh felt as heavy as waterlogged cotton.
Her pussy, brutally ravaged, couldn't even close properly, gaping open and dripping with juices.
"Hahk...♡"
Melanie couldn't sit up due to the unpleasant, heavy sensation deep inside her abdomen.
Carefully touching herself, she could feel her uterine covering flesh bulging out abnormally.
It was as if she were truly pregnant.
Maybe she actually was.
The semen that had filled her uterus couldn't escape.
Melanie pressed down on her own uterus with her finger as if massaging it. *Squish*♡
"Nn...♡ Eut...♡"
The semen reservoir wobbled like a water balloon, and a sweet moan escaped Melanie's lips.
Of course, her feelings weren't sweet at all, but it was simply too hard to bear.
"Ah♡ It's not coming out...♡"
As if blocked by something, the semen wouldn't all come out.
Even though her cunt was gaping open like a used rag, it seemed something inside was plugging the hole.
Melanie swallowed hard and brought her fingers toward her fuckhole.
*Squish*♡
"Aaaahng♡♡"
An even deeper moan leaked out as she inserted her own fingers into her vagina.
Having been violated and forcibly stretched open by those inhumanly large cocks so many times, her rag-like pussy accepted two fingers without any difficulty.
"Hruek♡ Uuung♡"
Though her pelvis kept twitching from the stimulation, Melanie diligently cleaned the soiled cock runway with her fingers.
The clumped-up, congealed sperm masses began to slide out of the hole bit by bit.
To aid her fingers' work, she spread her legs wide open left and right, opening the hole even wider.
As some of the clumps were removed, the now-thinned semen began to trickle out.
"Haa, haa...♡"
Melanie placed the hand not currently scraping her pussy on top of her uterine covering flesh.
She was certain something unbearable would happen the moment she pressed this.
But she couldn't even sit up with her uterus in this state, bloated like a semen tank.
Steeling herself, Melanie pressed down on her baby room. *Squish*♡
"Oh♡ Ock♡ Oooock?!♡"
*SPLOOORRRTTT!!!!*♡♡♡
Her wrecked cunt ejaculated semen with all its might as Melanie's head snapped back.
Her lewd uterus, steeped in a sense of defeat after being violated countless times, seemed to mistake the external pressure for her cock master's arrival and climaxed frantically.
Spreading her legs wide, she violently shook the white flesh of her breasts, ass, and thighs as she squirted semen.
Even Melanie herself thought her appearance was utterly vulgar, low-class, obscene, and pathetic.
Unable to bear the sight of her own misery, Melanie burst into tears.
"Hruek... Uheuk...! H-how long... how long do I have to live like a sex slave...?"
The words she had been suppressing and suppressing finally spilled out.
She had no idea how much the Lust Demon would mock her for this.
The goddess's humiliation and oppression would drive Melanie's spirit even further into ruin.
Melanie clutched her chest to keep her heart from breaking and prepared to receive the goddess's scorn that was sure to pour down.
But for some reason, Luxuria remained quiet.
"Ah♡ Aahng♡"
Having finished her performance of accumulated semen expulsion, Melanie panted and surrendered to the lingering aftershocks of orgasm that made her body curl.
Her breasts swelled and deflated with each breath.
With her constantly pressurized uterus finally returning to its original size and able to rest, she felt like she might just survive.
"...I hadn't realized it was to this extent."
"Kyaak?!"
At the voice of someone who, while not unfamiliar, should not be here, Melanie hurriedly covered her body with the blanket.
"Wh-what! Why are you here?!"
Seer Murgan.
The imperial court mage and mastermind behind the plan to use the demon gods was standing in the same room as Melanie.
"Isn't this the very reason I gave you my gift?"
"Weren't you supposed to come only when I called?!"
"I can, of course, come of my own volition as well."
Murgan walked over, her heels clicking *tok-tok*, and perched on the edge of the bed where Melanie lay.
As befitted a woman of high status, she carried a dignity different from Melanie, who had fallen as far as one could fall, becoming a flesh toilet.
"I knew you were suffering, but... I hadn't realized it was in this manner. It's filled with the stench of depraved desire."
"Eut...♡"
Melanie pulled the blanket tighter in shame.
Murgan gently took Melanie's hand and made a pitying expression.
"Do you intend to just endure this treatment forever? You are someone who deserves far more respect. Please, reach out your hand to me. I will free you from all this suffering."
"...Don't make me laugh."
Melanie averted her gaze.
She knew from the game.
Murgan possessed no emotion like pity for others.
...But Melanie couldn't completely reject Murgan's touch.
The fingers stroking her hand were so soft and warm.
Though Murgan held no genuine compassion, she knew all too well that Melanie was starved for comfort.
"Well, fine. I actually came because I have a matter to discuss."
"Eut..."
As Murgan's touch withdrew, Melanie, who had wanted just a bit more comfort, felt an immense sense of loss.
It felt like being in front of a bonfire one moment and suddenly being thrown into a blizzard the next.
But she couldn't let go of her reason.
Every single one of Murgan's actions was surely calculated to break her down and seduce her.
"Why did you kill Professor Jerahl? That must have been an unnecessary act for you as well."
"Th-that was..."
"If it were you, you would have known how useful a <tool> Professor Jerahl was to me. Were you perhaps trying to upset me on purpose?"
Murgan asked, sounding somewhat displeased.
In the original story, Professor Jerahl was supposed to appear ad nauseam until the late game, committing all sorts of evils.
All without knowing he was being used by Murgan.
Murgan uses Professor Jerahl, in crude terms, until she's squeezed all the juice out of him, then discards him.
Conversely, that means that as long as he still had use, Murgan would try to protect him by any means.
The reason she failed to protect Professor Jerahl from Melanie's hands this time was that Murgan hadn't predicted it.
The reason she, who knows everything, failed to predict it was simple.
Because Melanie had done it unintentionally, by mistake.
"If that's the case, then please return my gift. I won't appear before you again."
"Th-that can't be! I made a mistake too! ...Ah."
This time, it was Melanie who spoke first, grabbing Murgan's wrist.
Melanie hurriedly withdrew her hand, but Murgan had already detected the chink in her armor.
If she truly believed she shouldn't side with Murgan, she wouldn't need to care whether Murgan was displeased or not.
But trying to keep Murgan from leaving like this meant she wanted to leave the door open for a potential alliance with Murgan, just in case.
Murgan smiled faintly and took Melanie's hand again.
As expected, Melanie didn't refuse.
"I see. Well, what's done is done, so I'll just have to find some sort of <replacement>. More importantly... the demon god is a problem."
"...You said you wouldn't pursue the demon god in Smarlion."
"I suppose so. Though no official report has reached me yet, I expected as much."
Murgan heaved a deep sigh.
"His Majesty the Emperor is trembling with fear. The First Knight Captain, whom he thought was invincible, has died in battle. The impossible has happened... That can't be unrelated to you."
"I-I don't know anything about that. I didn't know Lancelot would die like that either."
Knowing Murgan wouldn't believe her, Melanie lied anyway.
"Yes. I'm sure. Anyway, he's become obsessed with the idea of strengthening the capital's defenses rather than supporting other cities."
"...You don't want to let the demon god get away either, right? Isn't there another way? There's a limit to us tracking the demon god on our own."
"Of course there is. We just have to make things flow in the same direction as with Demon God Acedia."
"With Acedia...?"
"...Well, you'll find out soon enough. Be prepared to move at any time."
Melanie blinked, not immediately understanding what she meant.
Murgan smiled slyly and spread her arms to hug Melanie.
"W-wait. We're not on such terms that we should be doing this...!"
Even as she said that, the force with which Melanie pushed Murgan away was pathetically weak.
Confirming there was no active resistance, Murgan hugged Melanie tightly.
"Huhu. What you need is not suspicion, but rest. For now, don't think of anything else and just accept my goodwill."
"Eut...♡"
From within the arms of this seemingly noble woman, she inhaled a perfume so thick it made her head spin.
With her face buried in the soft breasts wrapped in top-quality silk, it felt like she had the most comfortable pillow in the world.
As Melanie grew drowsy, Murgan whispered in her ear.
"We just need to make the demon god's threat reach the capital directly."