Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Friend (8)
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“Hyahk...!”
The cock buried deep in her belly twitched faintly. Soon after, with a gurgling sound, Eliya was enveloped in a lascivious sense of fullness.
She had no idea how many times this was—her umpteenth climax. The orgasm that made her whole body shudder rose from her lower half and ultimately scrambled her mind.
‘No more... I can’t...’
Eliya panted, sticking out her tongue slightly. Just how many times had she cum like this?
She couldn’t even guess the amount of thick white fluid that had coated her womb.
This wasn’t her fertile period, but with this much seed poured inside, she couldn’t claim 100% safety even then.
If not for her contraception spell, that is. It was enough that she’d have to think, “Guess it happened,” even if her belly swelled up.
As long as her womb was properly lined with that purple membrane, there was no need to worry about unplanned pregnancy...
Thud!
“...Hek, ugh, kuh...”
Eliya couldn’t dwell on stray thoughts any longer. The body she’d somehow held together had finally exhausted all its stamina and collapsed onto the bed.
Who cared about the sheer volume? The semen overflowing because even filling her up wasn’t enough wasn’t something to fear.
If anything, shouldn’t she see it as proof of affection? Evan, who’d always fretted over wasting his essence, had given her so much.
“E-Evan...”
In any case, Eliya clutched the pillow like a lifeline, spilling out ragged breaths.
If she didn’t hold onto something, she really wouldn’t be able to control her body.
She lifted her trembling head with great effort and looked back at Evan.
The multiple ejaculations must have taken a toll on him too. Just as she felt grateful for him loving her all night and opened her mouth to suggest they rest—
“...Huh? Uh.”
Her violet eyes shook faintly. Evan’s cock, which had slipped out of her...
It should have gone soft by now...
‘Why... why is it still...’
To Eliya, it was beyond shocking—it left her stunned. Her pupils quaked as her lips parted and closed repeatedly.
Why was it still standing so rigid? Even after all those releases.
Gulp...!
Eliya swallowed dryly. Thump, thump. Was the blatantly audible heartbeat from joy, or ecstasy, at him still wanting her after pounding her like that?
Or anticipation that that massive thing could thrust into her a few more times?
‘I’m... gonna die.’
Neither. After nearly a dozen climaxes, Eliya had faintly regained her senses. She’d cum too much to lust after that weapon(?) recklessly.
The only emotion filling her mind was pure terror. If she left it like that, she was certain she’d be ravaged until sunrise.
Not that she hated it, but physically, there were limits, right?
Even now, her belly ached madly. If it went in any more...
“...Hng, hik.”
An ominous future loomed. She might end up with bruises lasting months—below her navel, or above, either way.
Eliya was truly scared, but she couldn’t keep her head down.
She had to check Evan’s intentions.
Who knew? After creaking the bed this long, maybe his mind was exhausted even if his lower half wasn’t...
‘Ah.’
Not a chance. The moment Eliya saw Evan’s expression—still gazing at her sticky body with rippling eyes—she gave up.
Tired? Bullshit. The man she loved was utterly hooked on her body.
“...Just to be sure, Evan.”
Eliya smiled up at him with a resigned look, wiggling her fingers servilely.
“Are you thinking... maybe it’s time to sleep? Or stop? Anything like that...?”
“Why.”
Evan answered instantly, smirking slightly as he shot back.
“Tired already? Eliya.”
“...”
Eliya clamped her lips shut. She wanted to snap, “Is that even a question?” but lacked the courage for the consequences...
In utter despair, she let out a hollow laugh and glanced down at her lower body.
From her waist and hips twitching in pain, to the milky fluid oozing between her legs and sticking thickly to her thighs.
‘...Paladin through and through.’
Was he dead set on breaking her? How had Lete and Lady Israfeel handled this stamina? She wanted their secrets.
“Hnnng...”
Eliya exhaled laboriously and propped herself up shakily. Sweat, semen, all sorts of fluids dripped from her purple hair.
Her sharp eyes fixed precisely on Evan’s crotch.
She had to buy even a little time. Wear down that insane stamina a bit, or she wouldn’t stay sane until dawn.
Her survival strategy demanded immediate action.
She crawled across the bed, eyes gleaming seductively—
“...B-Be...”
Right away, she parted her cute lips and stuck out her tongue, slathering saliva like syrup over Evan’s cock.
Evan flinched briefly but showed no sign of stopping her. If anything, he watched with gleaming interest.
Soon, Eliya met his gaze and flashed a sly smile.
She murmured while touching her lips.
“Cum here too, Evan.”
“...”
“I wanna taste yours.”
It was a desperate Hail Mary to save her waist.
Her jaw would suffer, but better than getting pounded below.
With that thought, she lowered her head.
And so, 30 minutes passed.
“Mmph, glrk...! Kek!?”
Eliya had to admit it was a shallow plan.
Once more, his cock throbbed in her mouth. Thick white fluid battered her throat, making her gulp raggedly, tears welling up.
No matter what she tried, it always ended in pain or pleasure.
“Heuk, eh... Kk, wuuk.”
Her jaw really felt like it might dislocate, but separately, the sweet semen on her tongue whitened her mind, driving her mad.
If it just hurt, she could whine, but like this...
‘...I’m losing it... Throw it away.’
Would she pass out before dawn without even seeing the sunrise?
The sky outside seemed faintly lightening, but it was still early morning.
What that meant: Evan wouldn’t let her go. Eliya smiled weakly, her face paling.
She’d held his cock as long as she could suck. Any more, and her jaw and throat wouldn’t hold.
“Ah, ahaha...”
“...”
“...You’re amazing, really. In every way, Evan.”
Finally, Eliya raised the white flag. As atonement for her petty trick, she licked the semen from her lips and prostrated again.
“Hoo.”
A posture of complete submission—doggy style. Eliya arched her waist.
Her head tilted sideways, violet eyes narrowing with tension and desire.
“...I surrender. So.”
“...”
“Do whatever you want until dawn. I’ll take it all.”
She buried her cheek in the pillow, twisting it, then reached back with both hands to spread her thighs.
Her already exposed position grew even more blatant, pink slit on full display.
Covered in fluids, it lewdly winked. Eliya presented her lower mouth.
Evan placed a hand on her ass and swallowed dryly. Eliya beamed happily at his expression, bursting into silly laughter.
“Fuck me, honey.”
“...”
That was it. Honestly, Eliya’s memory after that was hazy...
She lost consciousness who-knows-how-many times, drifting in and out.
The cabin echoed only with her womanly moans. For a good while, mingled with wet squelches.
“...Ah, mm.”
Maybe because of that. When sunlight pierced the window, bathing the bed brightly, Eliya woke a bit before Evan.
Her mind was foggy, the world spinning, but whatever.
“...”
She instinctively sat up, blinking several times. Stretching, arching her stiff back.
Crack...!
“?!”
Then a bad sound from her waist sent her tumbling forward, on the verge of tears.
Fearing she’d wake Evan, Eliya sobbed silently, rubbing her waist. Was it really broken somewhere?
‘I’m insane, seriously...’
Of course, with Divine Power, she could heal most internal injuries easily.
But that wasn’t important now. Eliya rose glumly.
She glanced back. The black-haired youth sprawled peacefully, breathing softly.
Suddenly, she wanted to chuck a pillow at him.
‘N-No, hold back. Hold it in.’
But Eliya swallowed her tears and restrained herself. Waking the monster now would mean hell.
Sniffling quietly, she turned away. Her legs shook terribly, but she made it to the bathroom.
“...Hyahk...”
Bending to turn the faucet, her lower belly ached again.
Eliya gently stroked below her navel, nearly bruised. It hurt terribly, horribly...
“...”
But standing before the mirror, looking at her belly, her lips twitched upward involuntarily.
How to describe it? Did this bruise feel like proof of love received?
“...Hnn.”
Eliya felt oddly happy. She rubbed the red marks all over—neck, shoulders, waist, thighs.
All left by Evan, filling her with joy.
Naturally, her thoughts turned to him. After deep contemplation, she pondered what she could do for him—
“...Mm. Ahem, khm. Hm.”
Suddenly inspired, her face flushed red as she cleared her throat awkwardly.
Her conflicted eyes flickered down to her lower body. Her hand reached for her hips and ass.
Maybe a bit lower.
Maybe even deeper inside.
“...”
Compared to her lower mouth tormented yesterday by Evan, this hole was relatively intact.
A shy one, rarely used in normal relations...
Smack!
Soon, Eliya slapped her cheek hard enough to echo.
“...Have you lost your mind? Eliya Ruben.”
Rubbing the stinging heat, she chewed her lips.
Bad idea. Deeply wrong. A crude last resort thought up while grasping for her “first” to give him.
She had to abandon it. Too insane, even for her.
“...”
Closing her eyes tight, Eliya thought.
‘I think... there’s a spell related to backdoor sex... for hygiene, to prevent mishaps.’
She’d heard books on it in the central library.
Knowledge was useful someday.
‘Just check it out, Eliya. Just peek at the usage...’
Excusing herself, she gazed at the warm water filling the tub.
Anyway, today’s sun had risen.
Eliya blushed and dipped her wriggling toes into the tub.