14 - Trash Womb Climax
"Doesn't it feel weird at all? Huh? For real?"
"I-I'm really... fine... ah... Ooh...♥?!"
The frail voice that had been denying it twisted into something so lewd it could stir any man's desires. Rienna's snowy white nape flushed red, clearly proving just how ridiculous her denial had been. Savoring the sight, his touch grew even more brazen. It wasn't just rubbing her belly anymore. His palm pressed firmly into the soft flesh of her lower abdomen, fingers gauging the position of her womb before zeroing in on the target and preparing for a full assault.
Squiiiish♥
"Haaang...♥!!"
With his index and middle fingers as the axis, he scraped at the walls of her womb like he was tickling them. The pleasurable stimulation felt just like teasing her pussy over her panties, and Rienna gritted her teeth.
"Hngh...♥!"
She tried to hold out by tensing her lower belly, but it was no use. As his fingers traced the outline of her womb in slow circles, applying a dull pressure, her womb throbbed sweetly as if trying to squeeze out delicious pussy juice. The sensation shot straight down through her passage, soaking the entrance of her untouched slit.
"Ah, nooo...♥ Hngh, th-there... right there...♥"
Han Jin-seong's hand now openly targeted the spot just above her pubic bone, the most sensitive part of her cervical area. His five sticky fingers clung to her lower belly, kneading the soft flesh with lewd, grasping motions.
Squish-♥ Squish-♥
The rhythmic pressure, like squeezing her womb, made Rienna's hips buck and thrash on their own. Squelch♥ Each time, the pussy juices pooling between her thighs sloshed out with obscene wet sounds.
"Hauu...♥"
Without thinking, she grabbed onto Han Jin-seong's muscular arm. It was meant as resistance to make him stop, but her fingers had no strength—they just clung desperately.
Click— And with that, Rienna's female switch flipped on.
"My womb...♥ My baby chamber feels so weird...♥ I don't know... I don't know about this...♥"
Her reason completely shattered, her melting, sticky elf voice was a sweet melody. Shame was fleeting; her body was already surrendering to pleasure, spilling out honest reactions. Psssh♥ Every time his fingers pressed down on her womb through her belly, filthy pussy juice gushed out from between her legs like a fountain. Just from the womb massage on her bare skin, she was being driven right to the edge of climax.
She hadn't cum yet, but the amount of fluids pouring from her pussy was unnatural, as if she already had.
"No more... please stop...♥ If you keep... I can't hold it...♥ Haaang...♥ Just from my baby chamber... I'm gonna cum... ahh...♥!!"
Rienna covered her face with both hands, twisting her hips lewdly as she begged. She looked exactly like a bitch in heat craving her master's cock.
"Gonna cum? I'll let you go special this time, so remember it well, Rienna. From now on, whenever you climax in front of me... no matter what, don't forget to report it. Got it? Huh? When you're cumming, report it in detail."
"Yesss♥...! I'll report, I'll report it...♥ No matter what, I will...♥ Hngh... haaaang...♥!!"
Reflexively answering his whisper in her ear, Rienna kept bucking her body from the tingling pleasure building in her womb. Han Jin-seong's hand gripped her tight, relentlessly tormenting her lower belly. His whole palm cupped it while his fingertips focused their strength, stabbing sharply into the center of her womb.
Poke♥ "Ooh...♥!"
Poke♥ "Ohook...♥!"
Poke♥ "Nghooook...♥!!"
Rienna's womb contracted violently, as if it might burst or spill something out any second. Her pussy gurgled glug-glug♥ glug-glug♥ nonstop, soaking the bedsheets. They were drenched beyond hiding now, the sticky sensation reaching even between Han Jin-seong's legs where he sat.
Rienna flailed her legs, twisting desperately. A scorching heat swirled deep in her gut, surging upward. Right at the breaking point, just as her vision flashed white—
"Cum with that trash womb of yours."
"...♥!!"
Squuuuuiiiish—♥
As if to show that all the previous womb massages had been gentle and considerate, Han Jin-seong crushed down with full force, like he was trying to smash her womb flat.
"Ohhooooook—♥♥!!! C-cumming...♥ My trash womb...♥ Crushed by Master's hand...♥ Nghogok...♥ Cumming...♥!!"
Spiiiish—♥
The powerful pressure brought explosive release. In that instant, Rienna's back arched in spasms, lifting off the bed for a moment. The bed creaked and shook each time. All the compressed pleasure in her womb detonated at once, and with an unbelievable sound from her pussy, hot fluids sprayed out like a fountain.
Sploooosh—♥ Splat—♥ Sploooosh—♥
Like she was pissing herself—no, even more intensely—it erupted multiple times, drenching the bedsheets and floor in clear pussy juice.
"C-cum... cumming...♥ Haa...♥ My... my baby chamber... so pathetically...♥ I came...♥ Heeeuk...♥"
All strength drained from her body, Rienna slumped completely into Han Jin-seong's arms, entrusting herself to him. Her legs trembled faintly, her shoulders twitched—the perfect proof of her filthy trash womb climax moments ago. Her eyes were unfocused, and from her parted lips came satisfied pants wreathed in white breath.
"Haa...♥ Hau...♥ Feels so gooood...♥"
In his broad embrace, she savored the lingering afterglow of her womb orgasm. Her womb had turned into a hyper-sensitive erogenous zone, climaxing from mere bare-skin massage—a trash womb. But right now, it felt like utter bliss.
To think she could get this insane pleasure... just from a little belly rub...!
Aah... So glad I was born a woman...♥ Thank you, World Tree...♥
Thinking something she'd have recoiled from in her right mind, Rienna slowly closed her eyes and drifted off, surrendering to the afterglow.
"Hey? Yo, you asleep?"
Meanwhile, Han Jin-seong sighed in disbelief at Rienna, who had dozed off in his arms.
"What the hell. I held back my raging hard-on to let her cum, and she feels everything and just passes out?"
Feeling oddly wronged, he considered pounding her asshole while she slept, but decided against it. It wasn't exactly to help her relieve stress from her horrific ordeal, but letting her sleep it off seemed fine for now. He was endlessly generous to his owned bitches.
"Sigh, I'm heading out."
He draped the clean blanket over her naked body and leaped out the open window.
Anyway, with the erotic tattoo imprinted, she can't run without my command.
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"Hmm..."
Senior Security Officer Adelaina gazed down the road ahead with keen interest. Her personal investigation had uncovered traces and clues not in the report. Realizing they all pointed to one area, she muttered to herself, Of course...
Old Town...
With the city proper relocated, Old Town was essentially abandoned. As far as Adelaina knew, it was now home to the truly destitute, those avoiding attention, mercenaries and hunters from all over, and criminals operating in the shadows.
When something shady happened, check Old Town first—that covers half the cases. It was advice she'd heard constantly as a rookie before becoming senior officer. Back then, high on justice, she'd rebelled against such generalizations. But now she knew better. Not every crime led to Old Town, but most criminals lived there? Pretty accurate.
Thud. Thud.
Stepping into Old Town without hesitation, the first thing Adelaina noticed was the rowdy streets.
"...?"
A bustling, noisy crowd echoed far and wide, people swarming everywhere.
"What's going on?"
"What're you... Oh, Security Officer sis, what brings you to this dump..."
The rough-looking man, about to curse, spotted her uniform and cap and turned meek, spilling the info.
"We're in the middle of a festival right now."
"...A festival? Not that I'm aware of any scheduled this time of year?"
There were no annual festivals matching the current period. A festival in rundown, ruined Old Town? In this criminal den?
"Ah, not that one... Some big shot's handing out gold coins, so all the taverns are giving free booze today. If that's not a festival, what is? Any tavern'll pour for ya."
Adelaina nodded quietly and let him go. He'd probably have a rap sheet, but that wasn't priority now. She felt eyes on her from all sides. Naturally. A security officer in this shadowy hellhole? As predictable as a woman tossed before a horny bearhound.
Ignoring the whispers, she melted into the crowd. They raised oak mugs brimming with ale, singing drunkenly or shouting stories. Or rather, bellowing at the top of their lungs. The ear-splitting noise mixed with foul sewer-like stenches—one of her least favorite things—but she didn't leave.
"Embrace the light! An unprecedented doom approaches the world, so we must all unite..."
Even they're here.
What caught Adelaina's eye was a Holy Radiance zealot preaching doctrine—the group stirring trouble lately. On a makeshift platform, the zealot preached fervently, veins bulging, drawing a decent crowd of curious onlookers.
"Things have been chaotic lately, yeah? Monsters popping up more, and those whatever-they're-called terrorists running around."
"What does that have to do with doom, you thickhead? Drink more. Days like this don't come often."
Ignoring their inane chatter, Adelaina watched the zealot briefly from the crowd when someone snuck up behind her, reaching out slyly.
Senior Security Officer Adelaina
