With the Gods I: Breaking Ran (2)
It was the limit. She had lost count of how many times she had declared it. If she scolded him and ordered him to stop, she could put an end to this wicked behavior from her disciple’s son. He was only a human child, after all. It would have been simple to turn around, seize Marei’s hand, and shake him off with nothing more than a quiet warning.
“How would you like me to touch you more? Lady Ran? Lady Ran?”
The voice whispering against her ear brimmed with laughter. Yet she could not find the words to answer. The body was nothing but a shackle that bound her. She felt no lingering attachment, no greed. Under normal circumstances, even being trampled by a young boy would have meant little to her.
“Lady Ran…?”
“Mmh… Th-that’s it… J-just… a little more…”
The boy’s breath against her ear left her unable to move properly. Ran could find no answer within herself. All that escaped her small lips were twisted words, tangled with sticky saliva.
“Unable to control the body” was the precise description. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that the immeasurable pleasure rising from the flesh was staining her mind, her very soul.
Beads of sweat formed on her pale skin and slid down at once. A deep, dark flush bloomed across her small frame like a flower. The sweat-drenched whiteness resembled fine porcelain, reflecting the sunlight pouring into the room. One could almost imagine how smooth it would feel beneath the fingers.
“Haaah…! Ngh…!”
Ran’s delicate body shuddered as the young boy’s hand traced the line of her spine. Head bowed, mouth agape, she trembled violently, unable to master her own senses. It was not the porcelain texture that drew Marei in, but the soft flesh and the delicate bumps of her vertebrae beneath it. He stroked upward along her back once more.
“Hii…! Kkhh…!”
A beastly cry spilled from Ran’s lips. Her tail stiffened, swelling in volume as though it meant to swallow him whole. The way she gasped and panted with every touch, every whisper against her ear, was unbearably adorable. The meaning of “mother’s teacher” or “cherished elder” had already grown faint. No—those very meanings were shoving her deeper toward the sticky, filthy precipice of desire.
Her small hand trembled on her thigh, drifted toward her lower belly, then returned to clutch at her sleeve. Seeing this, Marei continued stroking her back while slyly guiding that same hand toward her most intimate place.
She was cute, lovable, and let out such excited little cries, yet Marei did not miss the sound of her dry swallowing hidden within those sorrowful moans.
“Lady Ran, I like you so much. I like you the most.”
Marei was lying. Ran knew exactly how empty the words “the most” were, and that she was not first in his heart. Even so, knowing it was a lie could not stop the shiver that ran through her body.
Her tightly pressed thighs parted of their own accord. She could not resist the guidance of his hand as it urged hers toward her center, as if inviting her to pleasure herself.
Ran’s face was an absolute mess. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin in heavy drops. Tears already spilled from her large, luminous eyes, wetting her cheeks and mixing with the saliva before falling to the floor. She knew how ruined her expression must look, yet at the very last moment she turned her head toward Marei, as though asking if he truly wanted this.
The face that smiled at her with innocent purity was the one she hated most. For some reason she could neither spit nor curse at it. She swallowed dryly several times, then turned her head back to its original position.
Carefully, with agonizing slowness, her small hand crept beneath the red hakama.
“Ngh…!!”
The pleasure was incomparable to anything before. Ran’s body flinched so violently it seemed to lift into the air. Only Marei’s firm grip on her tail and his persistently sticky caresses kept her from collapsing completely.
“Lady Ran? Does it hurt somewhere?”
His voice slipped into her ear once more. This child was daring to toy with her. Still, she could do nothing to stop him. Ran clenched her teeth. Then, with trembling fingers, she returned to the spot that had given her that impossible sensation only moments ago.
It felt good. So good. She could not stop her hand. The sleek texture between the red hakama and the pure white panties. A little further and she found the tightly closed mound. Barely breathing, Ran slowly pushed a finger between the parted folds of flesh that had clenched shut once more.
“Kiiiiiiigh…!”
A raw, animalistic cry burst from her that she herself could scarcely believe she had made. The pleasure was a curse. It was devouring her alive. Yet she could not escape it. Perhaps she no longer wanted to.
Even while being played with by a young boy’s hands, she was helpless. Her body moved on its own, following the boy’s wishes—or rather, the whispers of her own desire. And with every step she took as that desire commanded, pleasure far greater than anything she had imagined crushed her small frame.
She could feel her body burning under Marei’s scorching gaze as he swallowed saliva, lusting after her form.
“Ah… ha… ha…! Ha… ah… aah…”
Ran’s eyes flew wide open. Foolish, broken sounds spilled from her lips at irregular intervals. The mound that had required force to enter now spread open on its own, violently gushing thick, wet fluid. She could not even draw breath.
This sensation could not be contained by the simple word “pleasure.” It was only natural that the young boy’s body carried the scent of many women. No, it was inevitable. If he could make someone feel this way, what being could possibly escape him? The word “escape” itself felt wrong. They would kneel and beg for mercy instead.
“Lady Ran? Lady Ran? Lady Ran~?”
Don’t call my name. The words refused to form. Her climaxing body moved as though broken. The mound that should not have been able to move opened freely, pouring out sticky fluids. Simply hearing her name once was enough to drag her down into an endless hell of ecstasy.
“Kkh… If you whisper… in my ear… hiii…!”
The warm, moist sensation against her drooping fox ears lasted only a moment. When his sticky tongue invaded her ear, Ran’s whole body convulsed as she fell into yet another climax—she had already lost count of how many.
Strength flooded her limbs, her body stiffened like a board, then slowly melted. The feeling of sweat leaking from every pore made her slump once more. Only the young boy’s unrelenting grip on her tail kept her from collapsing; she barely managed to remain seated.
“Lady Ran, I’ll keep touching you… Is that okay?”
“Ah… uuh… Yes… Yes… Yes…”
Words of refusal would not come. It felt as though the body no longer belonged to her. Every breath of the young boy against her skin, every stroke of his hand on her tail, stole the air from her lungs.
It was a body that housed a god. She would not die simply from being unable to breathe. Yet the word “death” strangely flickered through Ran’s mind.
An overwhelming pleasure she had never known poured over her without mercy. A sensation she had never experienced refused to become familiar. Her shocked body instinctively rejected it, struggling to adapt, but every effort proved useless.
Could this be called a curse? Ran’s consciousness kept fracturing; she could not maintain a coherent thought. Her undergarments were already soaked through. The hakama had absorbed all the moisture it could and no longer served its purpose. If she lifted herself, the floor would surely be stained with the marks of her arousal.
“Lady Ran… May I touch your tail like this every single day?”
“Uuuu… Every day…? Th-then… hngh…! Auuu… Yes, yes… Every day…”
So please. The words never left her lips. It was humiliating beyond measure to show such a sight to the son of the disciple she had loved so dearly. How must he be looking at her now? The mere thought turned her vision white.
She did not hate it. No, perhaps she even liked it. Yes, she liked it. She should admit it. The more she acknowledged the truth, the more violently her body trembled.
The white fingers that had timidly brushed her most secret place now boldly spread the mound apart and pushed between the sticky, jelly-like folds.
“Aaaaaahng…!!”
Ran cried out in raw, unrestrained ecstasy, as though she had forgotten how to breathe. Then her body went limp.
Marei no longer held her. Ran’s body folded forward of its own will, naturally presenting her rear toward the young boy.
Now…
With both hands still beneath her skirt, Ran slowly lifted her hips, offering her body to him like a sacrifice. The thought that this was wrong continued to press down on her, but at this point nothing mattered anymore.
“Then I’ll come visit you every day. All right, Lady Ran?”
“Auu…… Mmm… Yes…”
Her body trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation for the new pleasure that was sure to come, yet Marei did nothing. Ran slowly lifted her head from the floor, her eyes full of expectation, and turned toward him.
The enormous outline of his penis was clearly visible against his pants, but Marei simply smiled as though he had no idea what he had done. At his apparent refusal to act, Ran’s heated body cooled far faster than it had warmed. Even though her still-tight entrance twitched and opened on its own, this was not what she wanted.
If the boy before her had pounced, she would have spread her legs—pretending she couldn’t resist, or perhaps gladly. But his complete inaction made Ran wonder if she had misunderstood everything.
“Lady Ran? Are you all right?”
Ran, who could read even Loren’s thoughts, could not read the boy in front of her. Her reason understood the ridiculous provocation and his actions, but her heart screamed that it was wrong—so violently. Even while knowing the truth, she had still fallen for it… Ran let out a long sigh.
She had truly loved Mari. To spread her own legs for Mari’s son was an insult to her. Ran barely managed to straighten her disheveled clothes. As though deliberately provoking the sticky lust in Marei’s eyes, she slowly pulled her garments back into place.
Was this really the end? She asked herself, but the boy’s innocent concern made it seem as though it truly was. A thick sense of disappointment clung to her shadow, whispering incessantly in her ear.
Yes, this is the end. A sigh of relief escaped her. Yet the disappointment only grew heavier.
With a trembling hand, Ran reached for the glass of water on the table. It looked like an attempt to calm herself, but her shaking fingers let the cup slip. The water spilled along the pull of gravity, sprinkling across the red hakama already drenched in her juices.
“…I spilled the water. I’ll go change my clothes.”
Her face burning crimson, Ran could not even look at Marei directly. It was nothing but an excuse—to make him grab her, to make him laugh at her lie. But Marei continued smiling as though he knew nothing at all.
It really was the end. Even though something impossible had happened, she found herself wishing it would continue. The look in her own eyes was the problem. No, she herself was the problem. Realizing this, Ran clenched her teeth.
Even after she returned in fresh clothes, Marei showed no reaction whatsoever. No matter how anxiously she glanced at him, the boy remained indifferent. Ran could only feel deep disappointment—both in herself for harboring such feelings and in the boy who had so easily ended it.
Emotions so distant they had nearly faded from memory now shook her to the core. Perhaps that was why, as Marei turned to leave for home, Ran found herself grabbing his sleeve.
“Lady Ran?”
At the boy’s puzzled expression, she released his sleeve. She had only grabbed it by instinct, unconsciously. There had been no deliberate intent.
The sight of Ran with her flushed face resembling a young girl, contrasted with her pure and chaste behavior, only deepened the sense of taboo. Her fox ears drooped. Seeing her look more like a puppy than a fox, Marei slowly bent his knees to meet her at eye level.
She took an involuntary step back. Between the disheveled shrine maiden robes, her white skin was fully exposed. Her body, slick with sweat that would make even a fingertip slide, still burned with heat and craved an even hotter male presence.
She knew he could push her down right then and it would be acceptable, yet Marei simply smiled as if he understood nothing.
“Next time… come again… I’ll be waiting…”
When Marei gave a short “Yes” and nodded, Ran could only smile with joy. Even though she knew the young boy was toying with her. Even though the ordinary phrase “I’ll be waiting” felt so unbearably shameful and embarrassing. She barely suppressed the turbulent emotions surging inside her and simply watched Marei’s back as he walked away.
Ignoring Ran’s sticky gaze as best he could, Marei made his way back toward the academy, repeatedly drawing in deep breaths and letting them out. The emotions he had felt and the actions he had taken while looking at the small, delicate Ran felt unreal, almost like a dream. It was as if someone were whispering to him, guiding his thoughts and deeds so naturally. And the strange part was that it felt fun. It felt like something to look forward to.
He had sensed that he was changing, but only now did Marei truly realize how much he had changed. He let out a long sigh. The question of whether this was all right continued to haunt him. Lost in thoughts that slipped between moments, he had barely taken a few steps before he realized he had already arrived at the house he shared with Labella.