Day Four of Endurance
So, did we do anything again? Did we kiss? Did we go any further?
“…How did we manage to hold back again?”
“Yeah. We’re pretty impressive…”
Once more, we endured.
We both let out heavy sighs over breakfast. It was exhausting to keep resisting, and the urge to just give in was always there. Still, our curiosity about the experiment and the promise we’d made helped us push those thoughts aside.
“Ugh…”
Irene flinched at the slightest stimulation, her eyes occasionally glazing over as she stared into the distance. I reached over and tugged her cheek.
“Ehh?”
“Snap out of it. What’s wrong with you?”
Only then did she come back to herself and pick up her spoon again. Even after breakfast, even while riding in the carriage, she kept drifting off.
It was like she’d lost her grip on reality for the entire day. Right now, as we traveled toward the next pilgrimage site, she was just sitting in the carriage, blankly staring at the sky.
Normally she’d be chewing on jerky or chatting to pass the time, but instead she looked like she’d lost all reason to live.
So I poked her now and then.
“Hng?!”
“Irene, be careful!”
She nearly tumbled out of the carriage in surprise, so I grabbed her arm and pulled her safely into my arms.
“Good grief, Irene. Get a hold of yourself. What’s going on?”
Pressed against my chest, Irene’s face turned bright red. Not only that—she spread her hands and started exploring my upper body, stroking here and there, poking curiously.
“Wow… Morris’s body… It looked so good when I saw it naked…”
She ran her hands over me like she was in a trance, even leaning in to smell me. I was flustered. Had holding back while constantly teasing each other really done this to her?
It was only the fourth day… We still had two more to go…
Hmm.
Honestly, I was struggling too. Just like I said, the urge to throw caution aside was strong. Right now, with Irene touching me all over, my body was reacting on its own. Every time her hands brushed my stomach I twitched, every time they grazed my chest I felt a sharp spark, and every time they stroked my neck heat flooded through me.
With her head lowered in my lap, the thought of just yanking my pants down and pushing myself into her mouth was almost overwhelming. But I had to endure.
I had to hold on…
“Morris… You look like you’re in pain…”
“…You’re no different.”
“Huh…? Me…?”
Irene lifted her skirt to check. The moment she realized what was happening, her face flushed crimson and she yanked the fabric back down, pressing it tightly between her thighs.
To be honest, I’d been watching something leaking out from between her legs for a while now.
Back when she wore a dress the thin material made it obvious, but the clothes she had on now were thicker, so it shouldn’t have shown through…
Yeah, right.
The gray color made it stand out even more.
The wet patch spreading across her crotch was impossible to miss. And it was still growing.
Clearly her underwear had soaked through completely, and now the outer layer was suffering the same fate—excessive discharge, no doubt about it.
…Seeing it like this, Irene really did produce a lot of fluid. In more ways than one, it was becoming a problem.
“U-uhhh, what do I do? It got wet again and now my clothes…”
“I’ll give you a blanket. Cover yourself for now…”
I pulled out a blanket and draped it over her thighs. At least now the evidence was hidden.
“This is all your fault, Morris!”
Irene suddenly smacked my shoulder. The pain made my hand jerk on the reins, nearly steering the horse in the wrong direction.
“That hurt!”
“If you hadn’t made that ridiculous promise…!”
“If I hadn’t?”
“I wouldn’t be getting this wet in the first place!”
“How is that my fault? That’s your body’s fault for producing so much.”
“No, that’s not what I mean…!”
Irene kept grumbling until she finally lowered her gaze, clutching the blanket tightly. Her face was still burning red.
“If you… If you just had sex with me properly, I wouldn’t keep going into heat and getting wet like this…”
She confessed while reaching for my hand. With teary eyes, she looked up at me as if begging me to call off the promise right then and there.
“Can’t we just do it? Huh? Forget the curiosity and the experiment…”
“…”
“It’s a curse anyway. Wouldn’t it be better to go for quantity over quality? Instead of holding back for a week and doing it once, why not just do it all day, every day for a whole week?”
The idea was tempting.
My cock twitched in response. Irene must have noticed, because she leaned in even closer, her voice turning sweeter.
“If we spent the whole week feeling good… wouldn’t that be better for both of us…? Huh? Honestly, Morris, you can’t hold out either, can you? Don’t you want relief right now? Then let’s just do it…”
It was like the call of a succubus.
I was starting to lose track of whether she was a saintess or some kind of holy pervert.
Irene’s hand crept slowly up my thigh. Her fingers wriggled closer and closer until they were hovering just shy of my shaft.
A little more and I could have her soft hand wrapped around me in an instant. The thought made me harden even further.
Seeing my reaction, Irene grinned. She looked like she thought I was about to break.
“My pussy… is slowly becoming yours… It’s changing shape… It’s turning into the perfect fit for you, and it’s going to feel so good…”
She lifted the blanket, spread her legs wide, and showed me her thoroughly soaked crotch. Breathing heavily, she traced circles around the area with her finger, tempting me.
There was a valley there, and a spring waiting to overflow. I swallowed hard without meaning to.
“Why won’t you do it…? The Morris I know was always so forceful and intense… When did you turn into such a coward…?”
Irene leaned forward on all fours and crawled toward me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and whispered right into my ear.
“So… let’s do it… Okay? I feel like I’m going crazy… I think I’m losing my mind… My pussy’s all hot and dripping, ready for you…”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I yanked hard on the reins—harder than I meant to.
The horse neighed in surprise and came to a sudden stop. I turned to look at Irene.
She stared back at me with hopeful, expectant eyes. My expression stayed completely blank.
“Irene.”
“Yeah…! You’re going to do it, right?”
I moved closer.
She lay back, smiling with feverish anticipation as I climbed on top of her.
“Yeah… Forget the promise, forget the experiment… Let’s just do it… Okay?”
She kept trying to seduce me until the very end.
I brought my lips close to her ear.
Then I pulled away.
“No. We’re not doing it.”
Irene’s face crumbled like she’d been struck by lightning. Tears welled up immediately.
She sniffled and started hitting my chest with her fists.
“You got my hopes up for nothing… What the hell are you doing?!”
She kept striking me, venting her frustration.
Eventually she sat up straight, covering herself with her hands, and looked at me with a desperate, pleading gaze.
“I don’t know if I can hold on anymore… Why do you keep teasing me like this…”
“…”
“I feel like I’m going to lose my mind… Do you want me to put on a public masturbation show so you can watch me relieve myself? Is that it? Or…”
“Think about it, Irene.”
I wiped the tears from her cheeks and held her shoulders. She flinched and let out a soft moan.
“The important thing is stimulation.”
“…Yeah, you’ve been stimulating me nonstop.”
“We’re going to keep stimulating each other for six days… No masturbation, no handjobs… Just steady, gradual arousal.”
“R… Right. That’s why my whole body is…”
“If we endure all that and then finally do it, how do you think it’ll feel?”
“Huh?”
For a moment, Irene’s eyes lit up with understanding.
“Think about it. For six days we’ll keep pushing our arousal higher and higher. Just like you’re going crazy right now because you can’t come, I’m the same. These next two days are only going to make it worse.”
Irene nodded.
“But really think about it. After six days of that… when our arousal is at its absolute peak…”
I made an explosive gesture with my hands.
“After holding back through all that stimulation… what happens when it finally bursts out all at once?”
“Ah, aahh?”
Irene shuddered as if she could already imagine it. I could hear the faint sound of more liquid soaking into her underwear. I could see it happening too. The thought of what waited at the end of that unimaginable pleasure made her shoulders tremble even harder.
“Imagine my cock sliding into your pussy after it’s soaked and sensitive beyond belief… How do you think that would feel?”
I whispered into her ear while pointing at her crotch. Irene stared at my finger and let out a shaky “Oooh…” like she was climaxing from the fantasy alone.
“Sex with every erogenous zone pushed to its absolute limit… Don’t you want that?”
“Ah… Aahh…”
Irene nodded.
“Let’s wait for that moment. I want to feel it too. It might be like the first time we took each other’s virginity.”
Just imagining it made precum leak from me, dampening the front of my pants.
“Got it?”
I pulled away from her. Irene kept her head bowed, breathing heavily, and grabbed my arm.
“Then what are we doing today…?”
“Today…”