Escapism
Escapism
Why is Arnold suddenly stripping me like an animal?
If I were to guess the reason, honestly, I wasn't completely unaware.
It was obvious, really.
First, the main cause was me.
Ever since I possessed Lunia's body for some reason, seeing how these things keep happening to me, I was almost always the instigator.
Even with Kalle, my breasts were obscenely lewd, and it was my fault because I had no money right after possessing the body.
And after that, that damn Mark who took my virginity - I didn't have the will to kill someone directly, so I was counterattacked and raped, so that was also my fault.
Even though Reed had a childhood friend named Mari, I was the one who first hurled harsh insults at him, and it seemed my lewd body seduced him.
As for Jerad, well.
I was caught masturbating in public and had my weakness exploited, so I have nothing to say.
Anyway, to get straight to the point.
It must have been my body that made Arnold like this in the end.
What could have made him so horny?
Did I perhaps shake my butt near him?
Or did I emphasize my breasts like a femme fatale seducing a man?
-Swoosh!
"H-hmph?!"
Anyway, what was important wasn't that, but the fact that Arnold was trying to pounce on me right now.
-Squish!
"Haaht!"
As if a child were playing a prank, he stirred his finger inside my pussy, enjoying my reaction.
"I'm not a Toy.....!"
Arnold's behavior was so despicable that I tried to grab his hand and pull it out of my pussy, but—
-Pinch.
"Ung-geut?!"
At Arnold's immediate pinching of my clit, all the strength drained from my body, and I could only lean against his forearm.
'Th-this, somehow, it's like what happened with Jerad......'
Isn't it too similar?
"H-heugh, n-nooo......"
I especially hated this kind of position.
A position where all strength leaves my body, completely entrusting it to a man.
This, shame or not, my instincts from the depths rejected it.
Isn't this position like one where I'm fawning over a man?
The only thing that felt good was having sex as a woman; being held by a man didn't make me feel good.
"Eeeek.....!"
So I tried to lift myself up with all my might, but Arnold kept stimulating my clit, making it hard to put strength into my limbs.
If this continued, I would surely end up in that kind of submissive position again.
Not even a prostitute, but a sex slave who always has to give in when those triumphant bastards want it.
'............I need to be the one in charge.'
I need to gain the upper hand in this relationship.
Although the situation was disadvantageous for me, I still needed to subtly become the dominant one in their relationship.
At the very least, if I don't want to do it, I shouldn't have to, so I wouldn't be forcibly taken in front of people passing by in the hallway like with Jerad.
If so, what remained was how to get above them......
If I were to list the methods I could think of:
1. Make Arnold cum before I do, then speak to him as if he's a man who can't perform properly.
2. Even if I cum first, act like a femme fatale who enjoys sex, calmly urging him to do more.
But why is it that all the methods I can think of are utterly lewd?
Moreover, isn't it a condition that I can't proceed further unless I have sex with Arnold, given all the prerequisites?
Furthermore, the methods I'd managed to come up with weren't proper ones, and even if they succeeded, it was questionable whether they could be sustained.
"............Lewd, Lunia."
"Eugh."
Arnold's gaze was unusual.
I truly hated this position and this situation so much that I didn't want to experience it.
But even if I didn't want it, most situations never went the way I desired.
It seemed my body had stimulated Arnold again this time.
Indeed, if I were him, I'd also be aroused if an incredibly beautiful woman was panting in my hands.
Moreover, if she's leaning on him helplessly, as if entirely dependent on his hands, you could say it's already over.
And Arnold was clearly no different—
-Sliiiide......
He subtly began to lay me down in a position suitable for sex.
............Right. In fact, I was the one who first offered my pussy as a condition to mess with Jerad.
Furthermore, it was true that I had engaged in Escapism to Level up.
Wasn't it me who made this excuse and that excuse, pretending to be unable to resist and giving in?
Anyway, in this situation, Arnold's cock penetrating my pussy was already a foregone conclusion.
However, that doesn't mean I could smile brightly and ask him to fuck me with an expectant expression, does it?
I didn't know if it was still there or not, but I still didn't like men.
How to put it, it was a pointless, useless sense of rebellion, but I didn't particularly want to show a man a smile.
Perhaps that's why.
I didn't particularly resist Arnold's hands as he laid me on the bed.
Perhaps Arnold wasn't sure if I would really go all the way, but his touch on my body was extremely cautious.
But even so, the desire he felt for me, evident in his touch, was not hidden.
What would Arnold's reaction be if I resisted roughly right now?
Would he decide to stop here for today and relieve his bursting cock by himself?
Or would he somehow restrain me and forcibly take me?
I briefly lowered my gaze and examined Arnold's cock.
It's generally known that Westerners' genitals are longer and thicker than Easterners'.
However, unlike Westerners, Easterners are said to have exceptionally firm erections, to the point of feeling very hard.
But somehow, the cocks of men in this world are long enough to exceed 20cm,
and thick enough to make me wonder if my pussy would be forcibly stretched if it all went in,
and hard enough to make me worry if it would hurt once it entered.
Of course, this world is a game world.
Although, the standard for that cock was probably also a design by the Mod developer.
Living in this world, I had somewhat forgotten the fact that this world was a game.
To call it a game, everyone was a person breathing and living.
The people in this world weren't NPCs.
As I lived, I even thought:
'Perhaps this isn't a game world.'
But for me, trying to reach the ending while thinking such thoughts was quite harsh.
Committing the act of murder wasn't easy, and I almost became a sex slave for life as a consequence of not committing murder.
In order to survive in such a world and see the ending, thoughts that I had pushed aside somewhat began to resurface.
Perhaps it was because there was no immediate danger of death.
In short, with a full belly and a warm back, I no longer worried about immediate concerns.
"Hoo, hoo...... I'm going in, Lunia."
There wasn't much logical connection, but suddenly, that thought occurred to me.
What was my value in this world?
First, the fact that I was a woman, and that my face was pretty.
And that my body's development was not ordinary.
On top of that, perhaps the fact that I had talent in attributes to the extent that Master praised me.
"Hup!"
-Swoosh?!
"Haa-eugh?!"
But this wasn't the modern era where I originally lived.
The setting was medieval, a world where one was busy just trying to survive day by day if there were no protective measures.
-Thump, thump, thump.
"Ugh, haa-eugh, heuht!"
Some adventurer would be risking their life every day to make a living,
while others,
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Haaht?! Haa-eugh! Haang?!"
like this.
would live only pursuing pleasure.
Although, it might be a needless worry.
No, it might even be a serious worry.
I even worried about that for a moment.
".....Kugh! You're squeezing so tight.....!"
"Haang! Aang?! Ang! J-just a little moreee......!"
What if there's no ending in this realistic game world?
Or, that thought too.
After experiencing such irreversible pleasure with my whole body, would I be able to return to my original world?
-Bang bang bang bang bang.....!
"Heu-geu-eut?! I-I'm cumminggg......!"
But such worries, with another excuse, were once again pushed deep down into my heart.
Thinking that there was still a lot of time left until the ending, or.
Or, telling myself to focus on the Magic Academy right in front of me instead of worrying about such things.
-Thump thump thump thump thump!
"Hee-geu-eut?! Hee-eek?! I-I cameee.....! I already came, why so hard?!"
I turned my head away so as not to show my face, which would surely look a mess.
Arnold seemed to secretly want to see my expression as I came, but this was one thing I couldn't concede.
What I was hiding wasn't just the expression of coming, but also my own attempt to escape reality right now.