Ep.3 - Temporary Alliance (1)
Ep.3 - Temporary Alliance (1)
The women who had finally awakened to sexual desire could not easily quell the seething thing inside them, and even after class ended, they crowded into the lecture hall to ravish him.
He had already been stuffed into dozens of cunts of every shape and color today, filling them generously with the thick semen only a male could produce,
but the countless witch students who desired him still had so many turns left that they were lined up, waiting.
"Jjuwaap! Jjuueup..."
On top of the obscene deep kisses that sought to suck out all his saliva and the clumsy hip-work that relentlessly pumped out his semen, they rubbed his hands desperately against their own private parts, licking and sucking every inch of his body to soothe their lingering hunger...
"Uheup! Ueup!"
Delin worried terribly that he might end up a completely dried-out mummy at this rate, but fortunately...? Or perhaps not... The witches took turns slipping [Special Candy] and [Sweet Beverage] into his mouth, so he didn't need to worry about becoming a mummy.
The candy and beverage, handed down through generations, were a traditional food given regularly to men after they were captured. Once consumed, a man's body would grow intensely hot and flushed, as if pleasantly drunk—and of course, his lower half would surge up fiercely as well.
"Heueut...! Heut! Heueung..."
The witch student delighting in intercourse with Delin's cock clamped tight inside her was savoring that fiercely surging male organ more than anyone else. The narrow hole that normally would only cautiously accept a finger or the tip of a broomstick swallowed Delin's cock with ease, as if it had been waiting for it. Yet it was not a loose, slack cunt either—it swallowed easily, then clamped down with fierce, tight pressure.
It was truly an unusual structure. Perhaps it had developed so that even if they couldn't easily experience a man, they could always extract semen from one whenever the opportunity arose.
"Chyuuut... Jjuhaap! Jjueup..."
Beneath her, Delin had been subjected to sticky deep kisses for hours, his head held in place, so he couldn't utter a word no matter what.
Laid out on a wide desk, his cock pounded into him—pahng-pahng—he was stuck being ridden endlessly without a single moment's chance to lift his back off the desk,
and he had to allow their thick tongues to slide into the deepest part of his mouth to satisfy the women who had become obscene predators...
"Jjyureup... Jjyuhyeuk! Chyeup..."
Different lips pressed against his each time, different tongues slid in, each flaunting its own unique movements to sate its sexual appetite...
Their hot breath poured down over him, and it felt like everything from his face to his esophagus was melting away. One would suck with fierce intensity, as if trying to steal all of Delin's saliva, while another would share a fierce, piercing kiss, as if trying to feed him all of hers, thrusting her thick tongue deep as if to stab at his throat.
Sometimes the witch students passed him the candy mouth-to-mouth as they kissed. The mysterious special candy melted in the mix of their saliva and tongues, sliding down Delin's throat. Having received it, Delin would perk up again, his face slack with pleasure as his cock stood rigidly erect...
"Euheut...!"
Then he would shoot his jizz straight into the womb of the woman riding on top of him, and she would collapse onto Delin's body with a melted expression, and the white, sticky fluid would ooze out from between their joined bodies...
'How much longer...?'
Delin gradually lost his sense of self in the dizzying, melting sensation, as if he himself were dissolving.
But he couldn't Load. If he Loaded, Neva would definitely find him and start that [horrible education].
Yet at the same time, not Loading made no sense either. If he endured without Loading, he would cross a point of no return, or his mind would warp beyond repair.
Why was he always the one getting wrecked like this?
How had he ended up here again?
Delin, now past blaming the author and reaching self-loathing, agonized amidst the filthy, obscene sounds filling his head.
They say nothing in life goes the way you want, but why did everything always flow so relentlessly toward him being toyed with by women?
Would he have been living happily by now if he had a fetish for enjoying being passed around and used like this?
"Alright, everyone? It's about time to head back now."
Perhaps Chichi sensed what was in Delin's heart. Her gentle voice announced the end of the gang rape.
"Wait, just a momeeeent...!"
The witch riding on top of Delin cried out in surprise and shook her hips more violently. She seemed afraid it might end before she could receive his semen.
But Chichi was not the type of professor to be so harsh. She approached the witch who was anxiously squeezing Delin, smiled brightly, and soothed her.
"We'll let student Remi finish, and then we'll end it. Being cut off in the middle is sad, isn't it?"
Touched by her teacher's kindness, the witch cried out, Professor Chichi~!, burst into sudden tears, then quickly regained the rhythm of her hip movements.
"The other students shouldn't feel too disappointed. Please step aside now. There's tomorrow, and the day after that... Delin will always work hard for you until every one of you has had her fill."
Delin's opinion wasn't particularly respected. He was being thoroughly railed and had no strength to speak, so he couldn't exercise any right to voice his feelings—his silence was taken as implicit consent. Well. Even if he didn't consent, a little kneading of his lower half would soon make him agree.
At the utterly shitty treatment, anger flared in him for a moment, but he knew he was in no position to resist, so he merely trembled with pleasure and felt self-loathing.
When the final ejaculation was over and even the caresses of the other witches who had been eagerly sucking every bit of him finished,
Chichi sent all the witches out except those on bath duty, then leaned close to Delin's ear and whispered softly.
"Delin. You broke my magic again. Didn't you?"
Delin simply curled his body up silently and sniffled. He didn't know how many times he'd cried since being blown here. The masculinity he had valued so dearly had been hitting rock bottom daily, and he kept showing only the most girlish behaviors, just like when he'd been teased as a kid, so he certainly had good reason to cry.
"Delin. Answer me."
"..."
It wasn't that he refused to answer. He genuinely had no strength to open his mouth.
He had reached his physical limits hours ago, and now he was completely paralyzed, as if numb and tingling, unable to even twitch.
Even before agonizing over Save and Load, the broken-spirited small man had already spiraled into depression, tearing himself apart mentally.
"Oh dear. The magic is broken, but it seems his spirit isn't quite unbroken yet."
Chichi stroked the damp, soaked Delin several times with a worried touch, then placed a tiny candy in his mouth and called for the bath attendants to take him away.
Delin, the candy resting on his tongue, offered no particular resistance and let himself be led by the hands of four women to the place where he would be washed.
Having lost all motivation and strength, he no longer felt any sense of meaning in life that could give him the will to resist further.
The long, endless bed-life with Neva, and the grueling life as teaching material at the Witch Academy that followed immediately after...
It seemed too hard to bear.
Geudeudeudeudeudeudeuk—
The seal on the heavy door was released. The woman imprisoned inside, though exhausted and pained, lifted her head with great effort to see who had come for her.
Perhaps she was checking to see if the man she loved might walk through that door.
The reason she endured such brutal torture was for the happy days when she would face him again someday.
"Pfft... Keuk..."
But unfortunately, the person who walked in was not Delin.
The woman who greeted her was Neva.
She trudged in with an infinitely sorrowful expression—as if she had lost her country.
The two, tied by a considerable ill-fated relationship, faced each other and stared fiercely at one another.
"Do whatever the hell you want... you fuck..."
Philmark hung her head low and resigned herself. Soon that monster of a bitch would beat her to death, heal her when she fainted, then beat her again...
"I'm used to it by now... pfft, pfft... kkeheuk..."
It was true. Philmark was not a woman who would break under the pain of torture. Already accustomed to the torments inflicted upon her, she could endure even flesh-searing pain and persistent beatings.
There was only one thing she worried about.
The rather girlish concern that if too many scars remained, Delin might be startled when she went to see him later.
"..."
But Neva, with an extremely serious expression, merely stared at Philmark persistently.
"What the hell are you staring at, you dumbass..."
She seemed to be deep in thought. No. Rather than thought, the word hesitation suited it better.
She hesitated, her hand gripping her sword firmly.
Then.
Seogeok—
She cut one of Philmark's chains.
"...What?"
"Delin ran away. Help me find him."