Endless Thirst
Idiot bitch. Idiot bitch. Idiot bitch. The self-loathing voice in her head refused to stop. Before she knew it, Idrien Ksakru had arrived home. She stared blankly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, reaching up to touch her face again and again as if she couldn't believe the lewd smile plastered across it.
Why are you smiling? She tried to grit her teeth, but the effort failed. Her face remained that of a bitch in heat, grinning like a whore. She had walked all the way home wearing that expression. She wanted to die. No—she didn't want to die. If she truly wanted death, she could simply end it. But she wanted to live. Desperately, madly, she wanted to live.
Only after touching her face repeatedly did Idrien finally regain her usual expression. Only then did she remember what she had done before returning home. Nausea surged up her throat and she collapsed to the floor. Dirty. It's dirty, it's so dirty…! The same words echoed endlessly in her mind. She clutched the toilet and vomited everything that filled her stomach.
“Uweeeck…! Uweeeck…!” Thick, white fluid poured from her mouth. No matter how many times she spat out the viscous liquid, the unpleasant sense of fullness remained. She had swallowed far too much semen.
“Huu… huu… uweeeck…!” It defied common sense. One spoonful. She had never been with a man before, but she knew that was the typical amount a man ejaculated. Yet the semen kept gushing roughly from her mouth. She spat into the toilet repeatedly, trying to rid herself of the sticky sensation clinging to her throat.
“Haa… haa… haa…” Idrien gasped for breath. Her throat burned from stomach acid. She cast a healing spell to soothe it, then gripped the toilet and bit down hard on her lips. Her stomach still felt unbearably full. She tried to shove her fingers down her throat, but her strength gave out and her head drooped forward.
“I hate this… I hate it…” The memory of that vulgar ejaculation—more like urination than anything else—made her body tremble with fear. Spreading her legs for a mere child and begging him to use her, pulling out her inverted nipples with her tongue, climaxing from the lightest touch… she hated all of it. She felt like she was going insane. How had things come to this?
Sister. Sister. She called for Ilien again and again, but the sister she had trusted and loved gave no answer.
“Uweeeck… weeeck!!! Damn it… damn it all… uweeeck!!” But what she hated most was the way her body secretly craved that boy's touch. If she vomited out all the semen, maybe the torment would end. Clinging to that hope, she forced herself to retch, but after two or three attempts her body stopped on its own. The sticky sensation of semen clinging to her throat felt good. The fullness of semen filling her stomach felt pleasant. The sticky semen still leaking from her sex felt good. The movement of the thick clumps of semen trapped between her buttocks made her body tremble slowly.
Something was wrong. Idrien shook her head. What was the problem? What had gone wrong? She had considered that the brat might have used some strange magic, but that was ridiculous. Why—why had her sister been there? It was because of her sister. She only felt good because of her sister.
“I hate it… I said I hate it… I hate it…” Her body moved on its own. Recalling the recent act, her hand slipped into the golden bush and began to gently stroke the sex still leaking semen. Had she imagined being taken by her sister, or taking her sister? The question refused to leave her mind.
“Nngh……!” Idrien's body shuddered. After caressing her lower abdomen several times, her slender fingers carefully moved toward her sex once more.
“I-I hate this… I hate it… uuugh……” Sweet moans echoed through the small bathroom. Before she realized it, her slim waist had lowered and her hand had slipped between her tightly clenched thighs. Yet her fingers showed no sign of stopping.
—Squish… squish… squish…
“It's a lie… it's a lie… aah……” Her wrist, trapped between firm thighs, twisted back and forth as her fingers slowly, gradually advanced toward the deepest part of her sex.
Dirty, dirty. No matter how many times she muttered it, her body refused to calm. Instead, it grew hotter and hotter. Even though it was a disgusting act, even though the memory of what had just happened was something she never wanted to recall, it kept flickering before her eyes and the thirst only grew.
—Thrust…!
“Auuugh… th-there's no way it feels good… uuugh… it doesn't… hnn…!” Her fingers didn't stop. They moved in and out of her sex—now impossibly tight after being stretched by that massive member—completely of their own accord. Her other hand grabbed her breast and clumsily kneaded it as if shaping clay. The scent of a bitch in heat rose from her body as it twitched with pleasure, yet only words of denial spilled from her lips.
She moved her hand as if squeezing her breast, trying to draw out the nipple buried in the soft flesh, but each time she pressed down she only let out small cries. Unlike Marei, she couldn't easily pull it free.
“Auuu… ugh… a-ah, haaah, huuugh… it doesn't… kuh… f-feel good…!” Just like the young boy had freely caressed her body, she pressed her finger firmly into the center of her breast and lewdly teased the hidden pink bud.
—Squish squish squish…! The sound of air escaping continued as Idrien's body swayed subtly from side to side, just as it had moments ago when she had greedily rocked her hips while taking his penis.
“Aah… th-there's no way it feels good… hnnngh…! It doesn't… aah… th-this is impossible… hnnngh…!”
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust!! She tried to grab her own wrist and stop, but the fingers stirring inside her vagina moved on their own, spreading her walls and scraping against the soft flesh, forcibly driving her toward climax.
“I-it doesn't feel good… huuugh… it doesn't… uuugh…!” Tears welled in her green eyes. They looked ready to spill at any moment, just like the saliva trailing from her lips. She shook her head, trying to escape the whispers of her heated body, but it was no use.
“I-I'm going to… uuugh… I want to come… I want to come… auuugh… Marei… Marei… huu…” Only after calling the name that echoed in her ears did a wave of pleasure crash over her. Idrien's body, which had been furiously masturbating, stopped as if lying. If it were that child, he would reach much deeper than her fingers… and make her feel even better…
Idrien's eyes filled with fear.
“I-I hate this… get out of my head… get out of my head, I said!!” At her hysterical scream, the tears gathered in her eyes finally spilled over. The acts from moments ago, from yesterday, refused to fade. It had continued all day, all day long. Even breathing had been difficult; pleasure had strangled her. As if addicted to a drug, her body overpowered her mind and began moving on its own again.
—Thrust… squish… squish…!
“I don't want to come… huuugh…! Aah, I don't want to come, uuugh…! I want to… I want to come… huuugh…!” Her slim waist straightened, then collapsed forward. A light climax. Her toes stretched out as if cramping, then curled tightly. Her breasts pressed against the floor, making breathing slightly difficult, so she twisted her body slightly.
“……Dirty.” Her fingers, which had been stirring her vagina, were coated in a mixture of love juices and diluted semen. Dirty, dirty. She tried to find somewhere to wash them, but strangely, her gaze wouldn't leave them. The thirst grew stronger and stronger, and her hand moved on its own toward her mouth.
“Mmm… delicious… it tastes… uuugh…?! No… uuugh… I can't… uuugh… uweeeck…!!” As if it were candy, she licked her fingers covered in the sticky fluid, but suddenly came to her senses. She spat out the clump of semen in her mouth and once again clutched the toilet, forcing herself to vomit.
Whether because her arousal hadn't faded or because she was unconsciously trying to seduce someone, her buttocks and the sex visible beneath them twitched and trembled. Semen slowly leaked from between the white bush. While Marei spent the night engaged in saintess, mother, and pet play, Idrien finally managed to leave the bathroom. Water droplets fell from her body, which she hadn't bothered to dry. She had washed with hot water for so long that steam still rose from her naked skin even after several minutes.
She collapsed in front of the bathroom door as if her legs had given out. Even while saying it was dirty, she had pressed her mouth to the remnants of semen several times, and even while extracting the semen she had continued masturbating. Her body had no strength left.
“……I hate this.” A short sob escaped her pink lips. Idrien remained seated, curling her body into a ball as she burst into tears. She was ashamed. She wanted to die. It wasn't because of the boy who played with her body as he pleased. No—it was because of him, too. She had tried to tell herself she had been bitten by a dog, that she had suffered some accident and become disabled, but the fact that it didn't work was the problem. If she thought of it as being defiled by trash and ultimately selling her body, maybe she would feel a little better. If she thought that way, then she had done nothing wrong.
But the reason her body was twisting in agony right now was simple.
“I want to come… I want to come… huuugh…!” The climax the brat Marei had shown her kept flashing through her mind, and her hand wouldn't stop. Even after reaching several light climaxes, the thirst remained unquenched. No—it only fueled the thirst further. Her throat felt dry enough to die, yet only a single drop of water fell onto her tongue before it ended. This thirst was poison. It was no different from drifting in the middle of the ocean. Her throat was parched. Seawater stretched before her eyes. She knew that drinking it would only lead to death by thirst. But she couldn't simply die without doing anything.
“Bad boy… you bastard… you piece of trash…”
—Squish… squish… squish… Coarse words poured from Idrien's lips—words she rarely used. From her lower lips, thick fluid gushed forth.
“Uuugh… kuh… ugh… uuu…! I-it's not enough…” Once again, Idrien's body went limp. The body that had been sitting had at some point ended up on all fours, climaxing before collapsing. She tried to calm herself by exhaling hot breaths several times, but it didn't work. She even wondered if she had truly gone mad—if loving that boy would make things easier. The thought occurred to her. Had her sister felt this way too? The idea only filled her with fear. If only it were like her sister, truly becoming lovers who whispered sweet words and freely shared their lust while calling each other's names… that would have been happiness.
“……Damn it… damn it all……” Her mind was breaking. Idrien bit down hard on her lips. The fact that imagining such a thing with that trash was so alluring, so sweet, made her feel like she was losing her mind. Her sister kept intruding into the fantasy. Ah, sister. Ilien. Ilien. My sister. My. My.
Forcing her trembling body upright, she took the contraceptive she had bought yesterday and drank water several times. The thirst remained unquenched. Before she knew it, Marei's face appeared in her mind and her hand once again parted the bush covering her sex. Idrien shuddered at herself and clutched the blanket tightly.
“The Grand Duchy……” After Marei left her research lab, Idrien, having come to her senses, threw on her clothes and ran home as if fleeing. Her beloved sister had suddenly grabbed her at the school gate and suggested they go to the Grand Duchy during the holiday. It was clearly that brat's idea. The distance between Idrien and Ilien was two steps. After their teacher abandoned Ilien, Idrien had drawn the line first, and Ilien had never crossed it. But today, Ilien had ignored that ambiguous distance and approached. She had closed the gap between sisters with one more step, as if seducing her, slipping her arm between Idrien's breasts as she spoke. Watching her sister casually place a hand on her lower abdomen, Idrien swallowed dryly and nodded.
“Sister… please… please……” Her body, burning hot from experiencing dozens of climaxes for the first time, had carelessly made the World Tree's oath. When her body had calmed somewhat, she had despaired that everything was over, yet she still clung to a sliver of hope that Marei wouldn't know the truth.
“Don't… don't seduce me… sister……” Marei had clearly told her to follow him because he wanted to enjoy her body during the festival, yet her sister had appeared immediately and suggested going to the Grand Duchy's festival together. She had desperately hoped it was a coincidence, but seeing her sister flirt as if seducing her and guide her hand to her lower abdomen to draw circles made her feel like everything was already over.
—Thrust… thrust…
“Aah… s-sister… you can't… you can't touch me there… huuugh…!” Her hand began to slip on its own into her sex. Ilien’s voice, which had clung to her and acted coquettishly, echoed in her ears.
“Uuugh… sister… sister… kuh… auuugh… d-deeper inside… Marei… y-you too, uuugh…! Hiiik…!”
—Squish squish squish squish…! Twisting her body, Idrien clung to the unquenchable thirst and sobbed roughly. As if hiding from someone, wrapped tightly in the blanket, her body shook violently on the bed.
—Thrust…! Thrust…!
“……Uuugh…! Ugh…! Uuugh…! I'm… I'm coming… M-Marei… uuugh…!”
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust!!! The body wrapped in the blanket lost strength once more and collapsed onto the bed. Every time she had sex with the boy, energy had overflowed and pleasant pleasure had surged through her. Now, she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers. Even when she reached climax, no pleasant pleasure came. Only a dirty feeling remained, offering no comfort whatsoever. She was furious enough to grind her teeth at the fact that she had cried out the young boy's name instead of her sister's at the end. She wanted to burst into tears, scream, and break everything within reach. But her body had no strength.
“……Someone… someone… help me……” A hollow murmur drifted through the bedroom.