Chapter 45
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Housewarming (2)
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"I've definitely heard this somewhere..."
-Hiiieeeek!!! J-Ju... Juuust miiineee!!
The sound that had cut off like a lie suddenly echoed again with the woman's scream.
A wet slapping sound, like striking cheeks, began ringing out relentlessly, and the woman's howling grew louder and louder.
-N-Nooo, my belly's gonna buuuurst!!
-Kyaaaang!!!
It was clearly a massive scream, but not one filled with pain—instead, Roy's cock twitched at the voice of the woman utterly drenched in pleasure.
Splurt-
"Ugh...!"
He had ejaculated without realizing it.
Roy's pant leg was soaked, but it wasn't a huge amount.
The sounds from next door were too stimulating; without even thinking to clean up his spent semen, Roy could only press his ear closer, focusing on the ongoing noises.
How much time had passed like that?
The woman, who had been wailing with a hoarse voice for so long, finally started calling out a name Roy recognized.
-Shi... Shiiiiraa!!! I don't wanna do it with Royyyy!!!
"!!!!"
Twitch!!!
Hearing the woman scream his own name while rejecting him felt like a hammer blow to the back of Roy's head.
"N-No way...?"
His heart sank, and memories from the labyrinth flooded his mind all at once.
On the first and second nights in the labyrinth, there had been muffled feminine moans, the lewd sounds of flesh rubbing together, and sloppy sucking noises that lasted all night. Roy had definitely suspected Tanya back then.
"It... It was a mistake... Ugh...!"
"N-No, it can't be... Just like last time, it must be a misunderstanding..."
He had suspected Tanya and Cain fooling around in the labyrinth, too.
But when Tanya visited him during his recovery afterward, she insisted nothing had happened. The sounds from the labyrinth had been so vivid, but he'd chalked it up to his injuries causing intense pain and hyper-realistic hallucinations.
Hiiiik!! M-Master...!! Haaaaah!!!
"Hah!... Huff!!! "
But as the moans—uncannily similar to Tanya's voice—continued to ring out, Roy began to sit up.
Thud-!
"Ugh!!!"
Roy, who had worn his prosthetic leg and moved normally all day, forgot his condition in his haste. He tumbled out of bed onto the floor.
"Wh-Where is it...?"
When he bought the prosthetic from the workshop, he'd confirmed how to attach and detach it, and how to store it—Tanya had even told him to take it off at night.
-Aaaang!!!
Thud!!!
Thud thud!!
Thud!!
The moan rang out again, followed by banging on the walls from both sides—as if the neighbors were protesting the noise.
Which meant the feminine moans and sex sounds he was hearing right now were coming from his own house.
"Haa... Haa... Baby..."
His heart pounded wildly, tears welling up in his eyes before he knew it.
Creeeak- Creeeak-
Even though it had been a while since Roy woke up, his muscles had no strength, and he could barely hold his body up.
Still, Roy crawled toward the door.
He had to check.
Were these sounds real, or was Cain—invited to the housewarming—triggering some illusion from his subconscious?
Tanya... Tanya wouldn't do that. It had to be his imagination...
Creeeak-
"Cain..! Caaaiiin!!! Haaaaang!!!"
"Uwaaaah!!"
Thump!
With superhuman willpower, Roy propped himself up on his knees and barely managed to open the bedroom door. But hearing the moans explode even louder from the opposite room, he collapsed to the floor.
From the room he'd prepared as a guest room—or later as a nursery if he and Tanya had a child—he clearly heard Tanya's moans. Unable to hold himself up any longer, Roy lay prone on the floor and began crawling inch by inch toward the guest room.
"Ugh...!!"
Splurt..!
After crawling just two or three steps to the guest room door, Roy's erect cock—scraping against the floor amid the confirmation that the moans were Tanya's—couldn't hold back any longer and spurted semen once more.
Of course, it was even smaller and thinner than the first load.
"Haa... Huu..."
He should have been in agony and torment knowing his woman was entangled with another man, but instead, an inexplicable thrilling sensation and strange heat began rising in Roy's chest.
And with that sensation, his cock began hardening again.
'Um... Baby, can we go just one more time?'
'Yeah? You tired? Okay...'
Sex with Tanya was always ecstatic.
Of course, he always lost control to the tightness of her pussy, shaking his hips for mere minutes before ejaculating—a bit embarrassing for a man.
So after one round, even if he wanted more, Tanya would whine about soreness, limiting them to sex about once a month.
Considering her complaints about accommodating his desire for a baby girl, he'd patiently wait, and Tanya would pick a suitable day for bed.
But it was bizarre hearing his woman—Tanya—howling like a beast from the guest room next door.
She'd always whined about pain afterward, even with his modestly sized cock.
"H-Harder... Hardeeeer!!!"
Smack!! Slap!! Slap!!! Slap!!!
Judging by the sounds now, she was being fucked like mad. And if it was still going this strong long after he woke up, he couldn't even guess how many hours they'd been at it.
"Uh... Uuugh!!"
Apart from the crushing pain of rage and sorrow squeezing his heart, why was this prickling, chilling sensation crawling up his spine?
The feeling, closer to pleasure than pain, was growing familiar, instinctively filling Roy with an inexplicable dread.
But collapsed before the door, there was nothing he could do.
Like that, Roy scratched at the guest room door for a while, ejaculating two or three more times on the living room floor of the house he'd bought for a fresh start with Tanya, before passing out.
Creeeak-
"What, he passed out already?"
"Eh..."
They'd been going at it so hard that even the neighbors banged the walls over the noise, and Roy's screams and clawing at the door had echoed for ages. Knowing he'd woken up, Cain had stayed alert and kept fucking Tanya.
Eventually, the sounds outside quieted, so he opened the door to find Roy collapsed and unconscious on the floor.
"Phew... Not sure if the drugs mixed in his drink left him in decent shape."
Roy's body was flushed red like it might burst, and the wet trail from the bedroom floor to the doorway looked like a thin thread.
Well, chugging booze laced with drugs like some Hollywood star OD'ing on coke and liquor—his cardiovascular system must've taken a hit.
Roy hadn't looked sturdy even before entering the labyrinth; it'd be weirder if he were fine.
Fortunately, his breathing and other responses seemed okay, so leaving him be should suffice.
"Hey, Tanya, wake up."
Slap!
"Euk...! Buht... Buheeet..."
Gurgle! Gurgle!!
"Tch, what a mess."
Since their last fuck—where he'd given her a rough re-education—her threshold for intense sex had risen, but pounding her enthusiastically had left Tanya in rough shape too.
Her pussy was swollen bright red, semen bubbling out unnaturally from within amid inhuman noises. It was getting annoying.
"Such a hassle."
He wrapped the bedding and Tanya from the guest room together and swapped it wholesale with the bedroom's.
He stripped Roy roughly, laid him atop Tanya on the bed, and set the prosthetic aside in the bedroom corner.
The wet spots in the short hallway got wiped up haphazardly with Roy's clothes, which he tossed on the bedroom floor.
"Microdick for sure... No wonder narrow, short Tanya has to roll with other guys."
Upon inspection, Roy's cock was tiny. Barely under 10 cm, and so thin—like a pen. Pitiful.
Yet even unconscious, the drug's effects kept his cute little erection standing proud. Cain couldn't help but laugh.
"Tanya might insist today's events were all a dream or illusion... but what'll she say about the scratches on the door?"
When planning and chatting with Tanya for reference, she'd said Roy suspected she'd slept around after the labyrinth.
But whenever Roy got suspicious from her ongoing flings, she'd gaslight him during fights—claiming he was paranoid and overthinking—training him well enough that he bought the "just your imagination" line.
Originally, Cain planned to exploit Roy's voyeuristic kink, making him watch their fuck session to forcibly implant an NTR fetish quickly.
Once the fetish awakened, the plan was to charge money for shows of Tanya getting railed. But with unexpected cash upfront, he'd decided to take it slow.
"Phew... Even showering feels gross. Head to Camella's?"
For the time being, he wouldn't see Roy or Tanya.
Way more money than expected, and Roy's family might show up in the city anytime—no need to linger and get tangled up. Better to let their life stabilize, dropping by occasionally to fuck her.
Wonder if, once she's drugged to the brim, he'll think watching his girlfriend get fucked is just a hallucination.
"Tanya's got an excuse now to refuse sex—claiming Roy drunkenly railed her all night."
Good for Tanya, skipping duty on Roy's microdick for a while. For Roy... well, after Cain had used her thoroughly these past days, creampieing her loads, if she got pregnant, he'd dismiss last night's eerie sounds as a dream and adore his baby-carrying Tanya even more, right?
Even if not, turning village cumdump Tanya into Cain's exclusive onahole slave had relatively tamed her anyway. Fact.
Even without pregnancy, he'd keep dosing Roy's drinks on visits, convincing him it's all unreal, molding him into a body thrilled by his girlfriend getting bred by another man.
Thanks to steady aphrodisiac doses making him think it's "just imagination" each time Cain fucked Tanya, Roy would delude himself into arousal only when fantasizing her with him.
Eventually, no drugs needed—he'd get hard just watching Cain rail her.
"Save that for when I'm bored... Crash at Camella's tonight~"
Dangerous days passed, but her shy face from earlier—begging for his seed in the break room as he pulled her pussy plug—lingered in his mind.