Chapter 118
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Reward (2)
After poking Loren's clit with the feather tip to force her climax, I pretended to step out, opening and closing three doors while changing into someone else's clothes I'd stashed in front of her room beforehand.
The inn offered laundry services too, so the laundry room had clothes from all sorts of people mixed in.
I slipped into a guy's outfit I'd quietly swiped from there.
Fucking reeks.
Nothing like me—I shower daily and stay clean—but this grimy getup was worlds apart. I slammed the door open hard like I was barging in, then shut it softly.
No sound reached her, but her body twitched every time I worked the door, so I knew she could sense the vibrations or echoes. I held off for a moment.
"...Hic... M-Master..."
Seeing Loren call out for me in near-tears now, I crept closer and prodded her legs like some guy stumbling on a slut for the first time, checking her out.
At first, assuming it was me, her voice perked up with that coquettish lilt.
But as I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hand toward her pussy while the stench from my clothes drifted over her, Loren caught the smell and lost it.
"You fucking bastard, hands off!! Stop it!!!"
With a different body scent and touch—not mine at all—she must've figured I was some random dude passing by. She thrashed and screamed like a wild animal.
Splash!! Splash!!!
The restraints didn't budge an inch despite her frenzy.
"Hnn... P-please, just stop now. I have someone I love... P-pleeease... sob...!!"
From shrieking her lungs out to begging for mercy now, sniffling like she hoped for pity.
Yeah, this is how rape's supposed to feel. That forest fuck with Loren? Could call it rape if you squint, but honestly, it was just play.
This time around, I had to drill it into her—no other cock gets in, period. Hitomi Shame's at 100%, but she might still get off on it, so this was to whip her manners into shape.
Squish!
Playing it clumsy, I roughly jammed my fingers into her pussy.
"Don't!! I said stoppp!!!"
Ignoring her yells, I kept up the awkward, brute-force fingering act.
"St-stop...!!!"
Fierce resistance, ugly scowl—fresh reactions you'd never see from the Loren who folds after one thrust.
Yeah, this is rape.
Squelch! Squelch!! Squish!!!
"Eek!! Eeeeek!!!"
She gritted her teeth to stifle her moans, but the pussy juice squirting out betrayed how turned on she was.
Slap!!!
"Ack!!"
I slapped her cheek amid her bucking resistance and kept brutally stuffing her pussy. She never let up.
Once I dropped my pants and pressed my throbbing cock against her entrance...
"Don't!! Don't put it in!! Please!! I'll... I'll suck it? Yeah, please, no... nooo!!!"
Plunge-!
"Nooooooo!!!!!"
To keep her from clocking it was me, I only shoved in about half.
She reacted even wilder than with the fingering.
"Die, you bastard!! Just die!! Nooo, I'm ruined now, Master...!!"
Normal Loren knows my possessiveness—she'd never think I'd ditch her. But with her senses cut off, the anxiety must've clouded her judgment bad.
Plunge! Thrust! Thrust!!
And the wordless pounding rolled on.
Missionary style, forcing it in while tweaking the depth to fake being some other guy. Her raw reactions had me building to cum way too fast.
I didn't hold back—blasted right into her pussy.
Spluuurt!!! Spluuuurt!!! Spuuuurrrt!!!
"No!! Nooooooo!!!!!"
Tears streamed from under the blindfold as she wailed.
Squish! Squish!!! Squelch!!!!
Post-cum, Loren gave up even resisting—went full meat doll, trying to show zero reaction no matter how I rammed her.
"Hnn... hnn...."
But even half-thrusts had her soaking wet.
After the second load, I slathered aphrodisiac cream on my dick and went back to stuffing her pussy.
Loren desperately wanted to believe this was all a nightmare.
Her true master, Cain, abandoning her room—leaving her to be violated by some stranger. It was pure hell.
She clung to the hope it was just Master's prank, but the shallow thrusts and clumsy, brute-force hip slams screamed otherwise.
Her mind brimmed with self-hatred for getting off on an unknown man's cock ramming her... and crushing guilt toward Cain.
'I'm defiled... Master won't want me anymore...'
She couldn't even tell if Cain had deliberately left her to this or if it was just rotten luck.
Then, as the man's second creampie wrapped up, a faint hope sparked.
'M-Master's stamina is just freakish... Normal guys...'
Pluuunge-!!!
"!!!!!"
Right when she let her guard down, the cock plunged back into her depths.
Dog-in-heat clumsy pistoning, all instinct.
Third insertion—she figured she could tough out a couple more and end this nightmare.
Pluuunge!!!
"Haaaaaaaang!!!!"
Spliiiish!!!!
Lightning-bolt pleasure ripped from her pussy straight to her scalp.
Thwack! Thud!! Thud!!! Thwaaack!!!!
"Haaang!! Aaaang!! The blindfold!! Blindfoldddddd!!!!"
Loren had never mixed it up with another man, but this ecstasy rivaled even sex with her master.
Her thoughts spiraled into chaos.
'Wh-why... am I feeling this from some other guy...!'
A flash of self-loathing hit—but then...
Splat!! Splat!! Splat!!! Splaaat!!! Splat!!
"Eek! Aaang!! Haaang!! Aaaaaaaaang!!!!"
Wave after crashing wave of pleasure shredded her awareness.
Unlike the first insertion, she didn't even register the cock spearing deep to her womb.
She squirted like mad, foam bubbling at her lips as she came her brains out.
I ditched the reeking clothes in a flash, rinsed off quick, and stepped out.
"Wonder what kinda reaction she'll have?"
Was gonna go full self-NTR play, but her pussy was too sloppy—less than a third the recommended cream, and she still foamed at the mouth and blacked out.
Shoved the filthy rags outside for now, swapped back to my original clothes, and waited for her to stir.
"Hnnn...."
Twenty, maybe thirty minutes later? A faint moan leaked from her lips as her body twitched.
Her head whipped side to side in panic, cum burbling out of her still-aroused pussy. Biting her lip hard, her face screamed utter despair.
Clank-!
"Ah... M-Master..."
Finally clocking no more touches, realizing the guy was gone, she started desperately calling for me.
I eased up to her slow, gently peeling off the blindfold and earplugs.
"Hiiiik!! G-get... awa... Master?"
She jolted like I'd burned her at the touch near her earplugs, but lit up with pitiful joy once the blindfold came off and she saw my face.
Her eyes were already puffy swells, fresh tears spilling nonstop.
"Loren."
"Y-yes..."
"Looks like you took a load from some other 'master' while I was out?"
"Ah... aa... th-that..."
"Tried abandonment play, stepped out a sec, and this is what I come back to?"
"M-Master... the door..."
Relief washed over her face at first sight of me—like, oh, just play—but as my expression hardened and I kept talking, her body jerked hard!
"What about the door? I shut it tight, and you couldn't wait—got jumped by some guy, pussy flooded with cum?"
"N-no... aaa... nooo!! Master!!"
My words twisted her face again; realizing it was a real rape, despair flooded back in.
"No my ass—look at these sheets, soaked through. Spreading wide and moaning 'Master Master,' but you'd do that for any dick, huh."
"Hic...!"
Cream's effect was nuts—even shorter than usual, but sheets drenched like our normal romps. Seeing it herself, she started trembling like a leaf.
"Won't boot you from the party. But go find your new 'master' instead."
"Master! No! It's a misunderstanding!!"
Clank!! Clank!!!
Still locked in restraints, she bucked wildly.
Slam-!!
"Aaaak!!!"
"Keep denying what?"
Click-! Click!!!
Slapped her cheek, unlocked the restraints, yanked her by the hair, and shoved her face into the bathroom mirror.
"Hic!!!"
Lingering cream flush and melted makeup—tears poured endlessly from her eyes at the sight.
"You love getting raped so much? Here's the fix: strip naked, stroll the black market. New 'masters' every day. Sound good?"
Thud!!!
"Eek... aaak!!!"
Hinted at dumping her, slammed her onto the bathroom floor—she clutched her chest, hacking sobs.
She looked rough. Time to spill it.
"Loren."
"Y-yes... yehes..."
"Got a gift from me by the door. Fetch it—last one—and check it out."
"Euhiic...! Hueee...."
"Last" hit hard; sobbing without strength to stand, she crawled to the door and creaked it open slow.
".....Huh?"
She shuffled back in, blankly clutching the reeking guy's clothes.
Hugging the stinking bundle, she plopped down in a daze—brain frozen, not a twitch.
"Like the gift? Real rape vibes?"
"Hic....!"
"Loren?"
"M-M-M-M-Master?"
"Yeah. That fucker earlier? All me."
"Hic.."
Eyes already milked dry—or so you'd think—but her puffy sockets welled up fresh and clear.
Looked a tad pitiful, so I pulled her into a tight hug.
"Pretty scared, huh?"
"Hik!! Hiik!! Hic!!! M-Master!! Hiiiik!!!"
Hyperventilating with back-to-back hiccups.
"WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
She bawled loud enough to shake the room.
Meant to cure her rape fetish... but damn, went too far?