The Villain's Fall
Being a porter is grueling work. Not just because the loads are heavy, but because you have to deal with all the countless obstacles that get in the way of safe cargo transport. But this kind of hardship? I never could have imagined it.
Why the hell am I in a situation where I have to deliver semen to a party member I've just met? My aptitude is for portering, not being a stud or a playboy. It's been less than a month since I ditched Adamanthon, and now three women are riding me? Even a teenage boy's wet dreams wouldn't be this intense.
Bilena, who had been sniffling nonstop, seemed to have steeled herself. She nodded at me with resolute eyes—or at least, she tried to. Her glasses were smeared with tears, so it didn't look all that heroic.
"...Honestly, this is pretty overwhelming for me too. Having sex right off the bat with someone I've just met, no buildup or anything."
Bilena's face turned ashen, like visions of a lust demon's curse were flooding her mind.
"And it's hard to just forgive someone who tried to turn me into a eunuch."
"Hic."
"But hey, think of it as saving a life. I'll do my best."
A flicker of relief washed over Bilena's face, which had looked on the verge of fainting. Her teary, sniffling expression was pitiful, but part of me wondered if I should just let the curse take her. But no—if I did that, who knows what it'd do to me.
'Fuck her, pin her down, breed her.' That was the condition Ishtar had demanded in exchange for my wish. I'd thought tumbling exhaustively with Esen and Monica was enough, but apparently not.
"Ah, damn it. Why me...?"
"She says it's more fun to tempt and shake up an honest guy."
I muttered blankly, and the Monica sisters hugged me from behind, whispering in my ear. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.
"Eek!"
"But if it's really too much, she won't punish you for refusing. Though she didn't get to enjoy as varied a menu as she'd hoped, she's satisfied enough with what we did among ourselves. The punishment will fall on Bilena alone."
"...How much? I've got money! Save me!"
Bilena shuddered, her face full of surrender.
"Please, take my first time, Mr. Porter...!"
She probably never imagined she'd utter those words in her lifetime.
"...I'll do it, so relax. You're a mess."
I waved off her desperate plea. It had already been 40 minutes. Cleaning up, washing, accepting reality, freaking out and arguing—it had all eaten up time. Four hours and twenty minutes left.
I leaned my body toward her. She flinched, instinctively covering her bare skin with her hands, but I firmly grasped them and moved them aside onto the carpet.
"You said it was your first time, right?"
"...Yes."
The face of this brainy little villain flushed red. She looked cute averting her eyes. Bilena didn't seem to realize that tilting her chin like that exposed her neck perfectly. White bobbed hair. Bra strap. Veins. Tendons. Collarbone. All sorts of seductive lines traced the curves of her femininity.
...Not that I'm blaming anyone, but thanks to Esen and Monica, I've fully developed my pervert tendencies. No, actually—being a bit pervy is better right now. To save her, I need to unload five times.
I swallowed hard and pressed my lips to where those lines converged.
"Eek, gross. Don't do unnecessary stuff—let's just get started."
As Bilena trembled in panic, I brushed back her white hair and whispered in her ear.
"Starting rough right away isn't good. It's your first time, right? We don't want bad memories."
"Uh, eh?"
"Sex has an order to it. If you don't relax enough and prepare the body, it'll be tight and painful. For you and for me. We might even fail."
Though I'd never failed that way myself. It was advice the sisters had slipped me. 'The mission's success depends more on untested Bilena's state than on my proven stamina.'
"St-still, we've already wasted 40 minutes—rationally speaking—"
"I might not know much about your 'rationality,' but I probably know sex better than you do. I've got real experience."
I stroked her collarbone and ran my hands down her arms, speaking softly while caressing her. Not her breasts or genitals—mostly her skin. I could feel her shivering. Half of that tremor was probably still fear. I hoped the other half was anticipation and pleasure. It'd make things easier.
"Sex isn't about rationality. It's cooperation."
"R-really?"
"Yeah, Bilena. Foreplay is crucial."
"Whoa, so romantic. I wanna get sweet-talked and caressed by Tan too."
"...You two are watching?"
Esen and the sisters had dragged over chairs, crossed their legs, and were looking down like judges at a competition. Bilena clutched her explosively red face in agony, while Esen chuckled, gnawing on jerky.
"Duh, we're watching. It's prime entertainment. You think I'd miss Bilena spreading her legs in humiliation?"
"I'm here in case you or Bilena get tired—I can bless you. As the goddess's priestess, I have to guide you through this trial."
"...Sisters, you're fine. But Esen, your intentions are way too impure."
"Mind your own business?"
I held back from saying she'd get hurt watching. I'd glimpsed a hint of bitterness on her face earlier. With Esen urging me on, no time to hesitate. Under the watchful eyes of the veterans in the 'Devour Tan Bantai' event, Bilena slowly melted into my caresses. The massages and stimulations I'd practiced with Esen and the sisters were working.
...And unexpectedly, conversation had a big effect. She's weaker to small talk than I thought.
"Not much experience talking to guys?"
Every time I spoke, I felt her heart pounding against my ribs.
"Ugh, sniff. Yeah..."
She seemed embarrassed to admit her inexperience. I chuckled and kept kneading her soft thighs.
"Relax. I'm a newbie too. Not much practice talking to girls. Too busy portering."
"Y-your last party had no girls?"
"Last party? There were, but they weren't great. More like noble brats out playing than a real party."
"S-sounds boring."
Her voice was slightly hoarse from forcing it out, lacking confidence. Speaking in her real voice felt awkward to her. So different from her exaggerated confidence earlier. I started rubbing her inner thighs. Her body jerked clumsily, but she was way more relaxed than before. A face pretending to be calm to hide her inexperience. I respected it by pretending not to notice and slowly undid the straps behind her back.
A plain bra design, like she hadn't expected this day. That simplicity was alluring. Utterly defenseless. As if she'd assumed no hands would touch her today—or ever. Peeling it down revealed untouched virgin snow-white skin. I lost myself for a moment, stroking the swell of pale flesh and the faint pink around her nipples.
What a view to waste hidden away in a dingy room. Unable to bear the brief silence, Bilena bit her lip and muttered.
"...They're small, right?"
"Huh?"
"Not big. Compared to Esen or Monica."
"You're speaking so formally it's burdensome. Just drop it."
Her self-deprecating expression at my joke caught me off guard. Was that why she'd been so abrasive at first? Lack of confidence in social skills or her body? Or pure jealousy, convinced she couldn't compete with guys?
...Can't give her time for stray thoughts. Time to push. I let loose honest praise without a filter.
"Not small at all. And boobs this pretty can be a little smaller—no problem."
"L-lies."
"Truth."
Of course, it was partly to sound good. Better than 'Yeah, they're small.' But with her reaction so unguarded, her eyes went wide. Before her brain could process the compliment, I lapped at her nipple with my tongue.
Sensation heightened enough. Pleasure built up enough. Prep for the main assault complete. Now, target the most sensitive spots. Weak points of sense. Supply lines of pleasure. The virgin's inner peace shatters under the invader's fierce attack.
Bilena gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, her breaths growing ragged.
"Hic, ha, wait—"
Truth is, I'm no expert on intercourse. Only Esen and the sisters as experience. Never handled a body as stiff as Bilena's, like she'd never exercised. But I got it. The tub of Bilena's desire, slowly filled by Tan Bantai's care, was now sloshing over the edge.
Just a bit more.
"When you feel like you're gonna come—"
"S-something's wrong, my body, I—"
My hand slid down, gently stroking between her legs. As kindly as possible. Her crotch was wetter than expected. Thin fluids soaked through her panties, making faint squelching sounds. Realizing it, shame flashed in Bilena's eyes.
"It's okay to let go."
"Sh...iiit...!"
Her moan, bitten between teeth, was timid. Like she wanted to deny it. Stubborn like a scholar seeking counter-evidence while grumbling. As if cold rationality wouldn't yield to this, that reason's touch wouldn't feel this good.
But her trembling body was clear proof of pleasure's dominance. And then—thrust.
Pushing my glans like a switch, climax hit.
"Hiiiiek—!"
Her waist arched up, unable to breathe, shaking violently. I hugged her tight and kissed her. Bilena, anxious in the unfamiliar waves, clung to the embrace like a lifeline. Stubbornness and shame diluted in pleasure—her voice's wetness faded, breaths grew rough.
Only after seconds did Bilena's focus return. Her dazed, twitching pupils finally fixed on me.
"Hoo... ahh...!"
Esen swallowed hard like she was watching a fight. The sisters clasped hands, giggling.
"My, Tan. You're a pro now."
...Thanks to you. A teacher's grace is as vast as the heavens... Looks like after this, I need to satisfy the sisters and Esen thoroughly to avoid backlash.
"I'm dead. It's over. Too late now."
As her breathing steadied, Bilena sniffled and wiped her nose.
"How many minutes left?"
"Four hours? Only about 15 minutes since foreplay started."
Bilena eyed me like I was lying. I politely asked how long she thought the foreplay had taken. She hesitated, mumbling it felt like half a day.
"Just as the latest theory proves, the brain's perception is relative. Trusting sensation over reason—shameful for a scientist!"
...Why drag out her persona now, babbling nonsense? Must be mortified by her explosive orgasm. I shook my head, took off my pants, and slowly spread Bilena's legs. Gripping my cock tight, I aimed at her untouched, clenched entrance.
Feeling something heavy tap her lower belly, Bilena stopped her archaic rambling. Her red eyes stared intently between her legs.
Bilena glared at me again, eyes screaming no way.
"It wasn't this big earlier."
"Your speech is back?"
"...Homo sapiens? It shouldn't be this big...!"
"...Homo what? 'Average size' is usually a compliment, but that sounds like an insult. Doesn't feel inhumanly huge to me."
"You seeing a real dick for the first time or what?"
At Esen's sharp jab, Bilena nodded in defeated realization. But for someone whose first penetration was a monster, overcoming the fear was tough. Covering her face with both hands, Bilena wailed.
"Gently! Gently—!"
"...Gently."
As Bilena said, the brain lies sometimes. Phobias loom larger than reality. No idea how big she perceived mine, but she won't conquer it without taking it. My cock slid over her sweat-slick skin. The trembling tip rubbed her folds, slowly prying into her entrance.
"Hold on."
"Hup, huff, ngh—"
Until the sharp rip of her hymen. The genius criminal villain met her end. In the most primal way: deflowered.
"Mmph—!"
...Tight. Really tight. Different from Esen's toned grip or the sisters' flexible, seamless embrace. It squeezed painfully. Despite foreplay enough to slick deep inside and drip out, it hurt like fisting myself. Swelling to burst, dizzying stimulation. Is a normal virgin's pussy like this? Esen and the sisters aren't exactly average. Like Bilena embarrassed by her inexperience, I was flustered too. By the ejaculation urge building way faster than expected.
Must've gotten worked up during foreplay. Taking full control unlike usual, overexcited? No—better this way. Dragging it out would hurt her more. Already lost to pain, forgetting words, Bilena gritted her teeth and clawed the carpet. Even with careful thrusts.
"Kk, ahk, hng, ow, waiiit...!"
"Just a bit more, hang in...!"
The impulse from building pressure. Pound harder and cum. But suppressing instinct, I ejaculated inside her with minimal motion. The lukewarm release felt unsatisfying. But no need to dwell—long way to go.
Bilena, not noticing the creampie, just whimpered in pain until I patted her back. Then relief. Fixing her crooked glasses, the deflowered villain muttered.
"...Ugh, hng, done? Did I do it?"
"No. Not yet."
"Not yet?"
"Four more to go."
"...Hweeeeng...!"