#2-15 The Saintess Doesn't Want to Submit♥ (Sharon - Corrupted Love Sex♥) (5)
In one corner of the room, Sharon lay bound. Her arms were hoisted high above her head, and a blindfold covered her eyes. Gaon Moon hadn't planned on this dragging on even after the party's hangover cleanup, but unfortunately, Sharon had made a grave mistake.
It happened while Gaon Moon was toying with the third saintess—she couldn't hold back anymore at the sight of him mocking her, and she splashed the contents of her glass all over him. Thanks to that, he ended up soaked in booze right in the middle of the party.
Gaon Moon figured it was just playful mischief and tried to laugh it off, but the others wouldn't let it slide. And this was the result: Sharon's current predicament.
"Mmm, mmph, ngh...! Mmmphhh...."
"She looks so blissful, Saintess♪ Must be having the most ecstatic dream of her life♪"
Bound in the corner of the training room, Sharon had been put under a spell by the succubus Melissa, trapping her in an erotic dream. In that dream world, time felt dozens or even hundreds of times longer than reality. A few minutes in real time could stretch into hours or days of filthy reverie for her.
She'd drift into a few minutes of that lewd dream, then wake. Get tormented in reality, only to plunge back into the dream. Then back to reality for more abuse on her flesh.
I'm... going insane....
No, perhaps she already had. Caught between endless cycles of dream and reality, Sharon had lost even the certainty of her own sanity. She couldn't tell dream from truth anymore.
In those dreams, she was Gaon Moon's pet, a lowly slave serving him. The 102nd concubine basking in his attention, or the hero Sharon submitting to Demon King Gaon.
Maybe even 'Saintess Sharon' was just one of those dreams, she began to think.
"......Hah?!"
And then Sharon woke. Freed from the dream, her vision was still shrouded in darkness by the blindfold. But right up until that moment, in the dream, she'd been Gaon Moon's cherished plaything.
He'd whispered sweet nothings to her while she was locked helpless in stocks, spanked her ass until she came from that alone. His voice murmuring love, his handprints on her skin—they felt so vivid.
And since the real Gaon Moon had done such things to her often before, distinguishing dream from reality grew even harder.
Lost in that pitch-black void, waffling between fiction and fact in her confusion—suddenly, the restraints on her arms released.
She collapsed to the floor. The blindfold was removed, light flooding her vision at last. Heart and Noa Florence, who had supported her and peeled off the blindfold, stepped back from either side.
Gaon Moon approached instead. Sharon gazed up at him with dazed, unfocused eyes.
"Sharon, good dream?"
"......."
"Still out of it, huh? We were supposed to play our game now—think you can manage?"
Gaon Moon extended a hand to her, offering to help her up. Sharon stared at it blankly with those empty eyes.
Then a faint light returned to her gaze. She seized his hand with both of hers, pulling it close, rubbing her cheek against his palm.
"Master Gaon, Master Gaon."
"I love you... so, so much♡"
* * *
The bet with Sharon never happened. Fresh from escaping the erotic dream and in full heat, she pounced on Gaon Moon instead.
"Master Gaon, Master Gaon, Master Gaon, Master Gaon...!"
Sharon buried her face wildly against his body, sniffing his scent greedily—sniff huff, sniff huff—and clung to him like a desperate wife, grinding her body against his with abandon.
Every time her sensitive skin or lewd protrusions brushed his firm frame, she let out sweet moans of delight, shivering in ecstasy. She trembled violently several times, climaxing on her own.
But she didn't stop there. Sharon licked every inch of him, as if marking her territory to keep him from others—rubbing her pussy against him, smearing her juices everywhere.
When her face reached his crotch, she gazed at his towering erection with rapturous sigh.
She licked it freely, stroked it with her hands, inhaled its musk deeply, sucked it into her mouth. Sharon wanted to become one with this cock.
She slurped it down greedily—slurp slurp—shuddering with joy each time it hit her mouth and throat.
Aah, more, more...!
But it wasn't enough. Her body ached with emptiness. Unable to hold back, Sharon mounted him and began servicing.
She engulfed his cock deep in her pussy, thrusting her ass back at him—schlop schlop schlop schlop.
United with his cock as desired, Sharon sighed in bliss.
"Ah, aaah, Master Gaon, Master Gaon, Master Gaon—I love you, love you so much...♡!!"
She confessed with a smile of pure happiness.
"Yeah? For real?"
"Yes, really, really, really..."
It wasn't just the succubus's erotic dream. Ever since completing her "slave oath," she'd loved Gaon Moon unwaveringly.
A feeling forcibly etched by the system. One Sharon couldn't reject. Couldn't overcome.
Her heart raced at the sight of him. Her womb heated at his voice. Each fuck with him made her love him more, unbearably so.
"B-but... I was too embarrassed... couldn't be honest...."
"Embarrassed?"
"Yeah... Yes, embarrassed... Couldn't say I'd fallen for you... And I'm a saintess, after all...."
She'd never loved before. Even with friends, she couldn't express affection openly.
How could she approach Gaon Moon, whom she rationally still saw as an "enemy"?
That led to her spilling the drink in rudeness....
But that hopeless saintess Sharon had been changed by the erotic dream.
"B-but I learned that's not right...."
"From who?"
"My master... My king... My demon lord... They were all you, Master Gaon... You told me... to be honest...."
Whatever happened in those dreams. After countless cycles, Sharon had transformed. Now she could express her true feelings.
"I was such a frustrating woman... But you loved me patiently... trained me...."
"So now... I can say I love you too... Still embarrassing...♡"
Sharon confessed with a beaming, genuinely happy smile.
At last, she was honest. Melissa's erotic dream had made it possible.
As she confessed, she kept moving her hips. Though pierced hundreds of times in dreams, the real Gaon Moon's cock felt magnitudes better. She sighed in deep bliss.
Sharon's round ass bobbed up and down, his cock plunging in and out—schlurp schlurp schlurp.
Compared to Lemon's masterful technique earlier, Sharon's was a bit less skilled. But her passion burned fiercer, her pussy clamping and sucking harder than Lemon's ever could.
It felt like her hands were directly squeezing and stroking him. Her arousal and fervor were off the charts.
"Aaah, aaaah...!!"
Her body matched her excitement in sensitivity. She climaxed quickly, arching her back like a bow, convulsing atop him.
But before the aftershocks faded, she resumed. Hypersensitive post-orgasm, knowing she'd break her pussy or mind like this—yet she couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
"Aah, Master Gaon, Master Gaon, Master Gaon... I love you... love you... looove...♡♡"
Her pussy devoured his cock relentlessly, her insides filled with dazzling pleasure.
......
Gaon Moon savored the hole of the woman confessing her love.
"Haaah, haaaaah~~~!! Deep inside, so gooood, amaaazing...♡♡"
Sharon had dismounted at some point. Gaon Moon held one leg high, thrusting into her pussy.
Each collision echoed with lewd smack smack flesh slaps, mingled with her moans of rapture.
Her breathing ragged from arousal, her pussy clenched fiercely, threatening to swallow him whole. Incredibly pleasurable, melting his cock gently.
Her constant close-range love confessions were a bonus.
His own response built. He was close.
"Sharon, Sharon, you like me?"
"Y-yes...! Yes, I do, Master Gaon... Now I can say it honestly...♡"
"Then will you live as my cocksleeve from now on?"
Sharon nodded eagerly without hesitation.
"I am, I'm Master Gaon's cocksleeve...! So happy to be your filthy cumdump brood sow! Let me... live as your cocksleeve forever... I'll be happy... surely...♡♡ Aaaaaah...♡♡♡"
Climaxing again, she clutched the sheets, sighing long and hard.
Gaon Moon stirred her insides with his cock, then buried deep... and came.
Hot, thick semen surged into her—spurt... splurt... splurt... spluuurt—!!
"Ah, haa... haa... hee...♡♡ Inside... insiiide... huuuuh...♡♡"
Feeling it, Sharon murmured lewdly with a lascivious face.
Happy to be his cocksleeve. Happy to receive his seed. She said it openly now, without shame.
After pumping the king's seed abundantly into her honest pussy and womb, Gaon Moon slowly withdrew.
A thick strand of white connected Sharon's raised-leg pussy and his heavy cock, then snapped.
It had been great sex. But for some reason, the bet was ruled a loss for Gaon Moon.
With Sharon sprawled before him, semen leaking from her pussy, he downed the penalty drink handed to him.
Sharon still murmured to the air: "Master Gaon, I love you... love you... forever...♡"
