The Villain Reforms
"Does it hurt? Feel good? I dunno... Hoo... huff."
The initial slick juices had mostly dried up by now, with faint squelching sounds lingering. Bilena's inner muscles—and even her eyelids—were trembling uncontrollably.
"Cough... hic. This weird feeling... it won't stop...!"
"...Bilena, breathe."
"Hic...! You... stop... your hips...!"
Her red eyes kept drifting upward uneasily, and sure enough, disaster struck. Bilena couldn't hold out any longer and went limp, her eyes crossing wildly out of focus.
"Heeek... kehuk... ahh... huek."
"Uh..."
...She's a virgin, and it was probably too much stimulation. I'd tried to be as gentle as possible, but her tight resistance made me instinctively pull back slowly. That's when Monica wrapped around me from behind, stopping me—and slyly pushed her hips against mine, sliding me back deep between Bilena's thighs.
A lewd motion that made me swallow hard involuntarily.
"Hngh, damn... crazy."
"You remember the goddess's condition, right, Tan? 'Cum five times inside her within five hours—without pulling out.'"
"...The condom's so full it's uncomfortable to move. Can't you pray to the goddess for a fresh one?"
Five times in one condom? Honestly, that's a bit unrealistic. Why bother with birth control if it's gonna leak everywhere anyway? But to the goddess and Monica, pulling out a new one didn't seem like a good idea.
"This one?"
Monica reached around from behind, dangling a bulging, water-balloon-like sack of semen right in front of my eyes. Her playful gesture shocked me to my core.
Where the hell did that come from? And now my bare skin was pressing directly against her— the rubbery feel was gone. Pleasure hit me alongside sheer panic, sending chills down my spine.
"Wha—how'd you even get that? Magic?"
"I prayed to Mother. Told her I wanted it."
...I'm starting to get scared of what the goddess of lust can't do. Gotta steel myself. If Monica thinks she wants me, she might teleport me straight to her bed mid-nap.
"Relax your face, Tan. This is only possible in this special city so close to the divine. Outside it, I can only use my Healer Aptitude."
"Got it. But if we keep going 'without pulling out,' won't I end up creampie-ing her?"
"Don't worry. The goddess handles contraception."
I wasn't sure if I could trust such a simple fix, but what choice did I have? She's a party member now—I couldn't let her get punished by the gods. Explaining a curse-induced death to the others? No thanks.
To help me commit, Monica looped her arm around my neck like a hug, her soft breasts pressing my head back so I couldn't turn. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I heard wet slurping sounds right by my ear.
Slurp. Gulp.
And then the weightless flop of an empty condom hitting the floor.
No way... she drank it?
"Delicious."
"...Cough. Ahem. Esen and you both love whispering in my ear, huh."
"Your ears are so sensitive—they quiver, and you cough like that. It's always hilarious. So, you gonna keep going or what?"
"But she's passed out?"
Fucking an unconscious girl? This felt way harder than usual. Then again, compared to that stormy threesome amid the holy widow crisis? Or my first time with Esen, like barehanding a wild beast? Come to think of it, I've never had vanilla sex. Rutting seasons, outdoor romps, survival creampies, threesomes... Damn. My sex life just keeps getting flashier. Never asked for it.
"If I were Bilena, I'd want you to keep going."
"That's just 'cause you like me."
"Bilena's even more of a perv than me—definitely not less. She's fantasized endlessly about a guy gently laying her down and pounding her hot, even if it took some contrived setup. But unique girls like her scare off most guys, so she got pissed and lashed out."
Still whispering in my ear, Monica turned my head toward that infamous "male organ removal machine."
"Making that thing? Total 'if I can't have it, no one can' rebellion. She thinks no one notices her jealousy and defeat, but we do. Comfort her, Tan. Like you did for Esen and me. Fuck her hard. Make her feel like a woman worthy of being claimed. Let her realize her body's worth devouring and rejoice."
"You think Bilena'd want that? I'd hate it..."
"No time, porter. Bilena's out cold, so you're losing steam? Help him out?"
Esen tapped her wristwatch mockingly and straddled Bilena's stomach. She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me deep. We were both newbies not long ago, but now we moved like pros. Maybe 'cause we're each other's first.
Our Tigress tongues tangled thickly. The saintess's sultry hips dictated my rhythm up close. Sandwiched tight, no escape. My cock still buried in Bilena. The rest of me toyed by Esen and Monica as we resumed.
Inevitably, climax crept closer. Bilena, who'd been dead to the world, finally twitched awake—right as my pent-up load erupted inside her.
"Hweeeh—!"
She writhed at the unfamiliar sensation, head flopping back to the floor. Her wide, shocked eyes were pitiful.
"F-Fuck...! What the hell right as I wake up?!"
Esen broke the kiss, wiped her lips, and smirked down at her.
"That's called a creampie. Feels fucking great, right?"
"Hngh, feels good... What? What'd you just say?!"
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What would've been a grueling five creampies alone turned manageable with Esen and Monica's help. I woke on Bilena's carpeted floor. Expected to feel wrecked, but surprisingly, my morning wood was normal.
...Does sex build stamina like training? Feels like my endurance's creeping up despite Monica and Esen draining me regularly. What's happening to my body?
By the time we'd all cleaned up, Bilena finally staggered up, legs wobbling. She tugged her pants down to check her lower belly.
"...Fuck. Not even some male-oriented smut, and I've got a womb tattoo...?"
The pale mark on her stomach had faded, like mission accomplished. But it lingered faintly, as if the lust goddess left a reminder of last night.
Bilena glared daggers at me as I flinched away from the sudden exposure.
"Why're you still here?"
"Couldn't just leave you passed out."
"...Guilt? What for? I tried to castrate you."
Hesitating, she shuffled to that horror machine and picked up the succubus-sealing orb from the junk pile, offering it back sheepishly. Esen snatched her arm.
"That's the porter's. Nah, mine now."
"Ow!"
"Ow my ass. 'Thank you, Lady Esen' first, yeah?"
Her Maou-fearing deference gone, Esen flexed like a triumphant thug. Bilena recoiled in horror.
"Y-You... I remember! You sat on my chest yesterday, nearly suffocating me...!"
"Helped your ass out, you brat. Forgot already? Me and sis Monica brought you water, massaged you, revived Tan's dick when it tapped out."
"Even bathed you spotless after and tucked you on the couch. Cleaned all the dust too. Dusty windowsills cause colds, Bilena. Prioritize your living space over manhood-erasing machines from now on."
"Hear that? Porter, sis, and me did it all—bam!"
Esen snorted. Then, like an academy senior, she bullied Bilena: since they'd saved her, behave from now on.
Bilena tried pointing accusingly but faltered, face flushing. Yesterday's memories flooding back—rolling naked on the carpet in front of Esen and Monica, despised porter included. Perfect ammo for her rival.
Her clear shame. Face red as an overboiled kettle.
...Too harsh for a virgin. Self-inflicted, sure, but still.
"...First time like this crap..."
"Crap? You loved it."
The scholar scrambled for a retort. Failed.
But someone was more baffled: Nidroga, the dragon, finally stirring from her sprawl.
"What the hell happened?"
...Totally forgot she was there. She'd slept through the whole orgy, hogging the couch. Even shoved aside like luggage to lay Bilena down, she just snored with her horned face planted on the floor.
"I've got mild insomnia. Normals crash after beers at night, but dragons don't get drunk easy. Bilena's help lets me sleep deep for days, so I drop by often."
"Yeah?"
"You sure you slept through? Amid all the bickering..."
Monica tilted her head with a smile, glossing over the key events.
"...Noisy cleaning frenzy like that—tough to dream through."
Nidroga laughed it off innocently, but Monica's gaze sharpened. Caught or not? Tension broke with Esen's giggle.
"Right? How'd you sleep in this pigsty? Booze, coffee, instant noodles stinking everywhere. Honestly, Bilena—this embarrasses you more than panting from exhaustion yesterday. What kinda girl's room is this?"
"Exhausted?"
"Yeah, gave her a workout."
"Excellent. Very proper."
Esen smirked slyly; Nidroga nodded sagely. Bilena looked ready to die of shame.
I tossed a lifeline.
"Bit of a ruckus delayed things overnight, but we came for a reason. Can you check my gear and potions, Bilena?"
Esen was meanwhile hissing at her clinging-style.
'Thought you were special, huh? Pissed you weren't included? Jealous?'
Monica's words about Bilena's hunger seemed spot-on—she couldn't even counter, just taking the bullying.
So she grabbed my rope gratefully.
"O-Of course! What gear? What potions?"
"Look at her! Dodging! Running! Coward—!"
"Cut it out, Esen. She's gonna cry. What if she holds a grudge?"
Chilling possibility. But somehow, I sensed no real worry needed.
Bilena, plastered to my side fleeing Esen, clutched my collar tight as she led me to the potion shelf. Nidroga muttered blankly later.
"Seriously... what the fuck happened while I was asleep?"