Chapter 917
Chapter 917
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 917
Chapter Title: Hawaii
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Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Dyna Bellis, straddling me, breathed in measured, steady gasps as she rocked her hips with relentless fury.
Her pussy clenched and relaxed in rhythmic waves, expertly milking my cock for everything it was worth.
Bellis gazed down at me before occasionally casting her eyes skyward, repeating the cycle as we moved. Whenever she looked toward the heavens, the pace of her hips slowed—just a fraction.
It was her way of pacing herself, a desperate attempt to hold back the looming climax.
She’d trained her internal muscles well, but she didn't seem particularly resistant to the onslaught of pleasure. It wasn't surprising; she’d clearly never experienced a man like me before.
"Hoo... haa... haa... Aren't you at your limit yet? There’s no need to hold back."
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Sweat beaded on her smooth skin and trickled downward, her body glistening under the artificial sunlight of the dungeon. Even her heaving breasts caught the light, sparkling with every movement.
"...Ah. Hearing you say that makes me feel foolish for trying to resist. It’s... it’s too much...!"
I tried to play it cool, but I was dangerously close to the edge myself. Abandoning all restraint, I erupted deep inside her.
Bellis's hips accelerated even further. "Combat sex" wasn't just a catchy phrase—she was going at it as if she intended to fuck me to death. Our junction was coated in a frothy mixture of semen and nectar, and with every slam of her hips, flesh met flesh with a wet, sticky squelch.
"Haa, haaa... why... why won't your cock go down?!"
Bellis's legs—once rock-solid and unwavering—began to tremble. She was hitting her limit. No one would have blamed her for collapsing then and there, but she gritted her teeth and continued to bounce with manic energy.
"Aren't you hitting your own limit, Instructor?"
"My limit...? You're right! I'm at my limit right now! Honestly, my head is spinning as we speak. I want to collapse, scream like an animal, and act on pure instinct! But! Limits are meant to be surpassed. Just like always, I will break through this one!"
"Incredible, Instructor!"
She was truly committing to this "fight" just as she’d declared—a woman with an unbreakable spirit. And seeing a woman like that only made me want to break her even more.
Thwack!
Timing my movement perfectly, I thrust my hips upward. My cock slammed hard against her cervix.
"Heeeek...!"
Her back arched violently at the surprise attack. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, and I felt a hot gush of liquid from below. Her upper body buckled forward toward me, stopping just short of her breasts pressing against my chest.
"N-not bad."
Bellis exhaled raggedly, her expression twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"We're just getting started."
"What? W-wait, stop... haaaaaang!"
I had no intention of stopping just because she asked. This was the perfect opportunity to force her into submission. I gripped her firm waist with both hands and began to piston my hips upward repeatedly. Her upper body finally collapsed onto me. Her sweat-drenched skin was as slick as I’d imagined, and her breasts were delightfully springy against my skin.
"Admit defeat, and I'll stop."
"Defeat...? You think I’d admit defeat from just this...?! If you want me to submit, then come at me with everything you've got!"
Bellis shot up defiantly, pulling away. Our genitals parted with a wet pop. Liquid leaked from both her holes—one clear, the other thick and white. Her tough attitude didn't match the messy state of her crotch. Her face flushed a deep red; she knew it too.
"You told me to come at you, but now you're running away?"
"Who's running?"
She sat on the ground and spread her legs. The stream from her pussy weakened and stopped. I wasn't entirely sure if it was piss; her body was reconstructed by the space's power anyway. The nature of the fluid didn't matter now.
"It’s your turn to move...! Make me submit!"
"Got it. I'll have you submitting within three hours."
I grinned and approached. Bellis watched me with a tense expression I’d never seen from her before. It was a good look.
I grabbed her knees and forced her legs wider. Her body was as muscular as it was flexible. Her pussy protruded invitingly, white cum oozing steadily from between her inner lips.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
Her breath was ragged, a mix of fear and anticipation. I pressed my still-hard cock against her welcoming slit.
Squelch.
It made a sticky sound the moment we touched. My earlier load was in the way, but with how much I produce, I couldn't fuss over the mess or I’d never get anything done.
My cock parted her inner walls and slid deep inside.
"Ah, aaaaaah!"
Bellis's back hit the floor. Missionary—a solid choice. The basics were basics for a reason. I began to grind my hips.
"Haaak, ha... haaaang!"
Bellis moaned. Even the iron-willed instructor was just a woman in the end. I kneaded her bouncy breasts as I lost myself in the rhythm.
"Th-that's... too much..."
Bellis's voice trailed off. Drenched in sweat, she could barely hold her body up. I had switched to doggy style, slamming into her while spanking her ass. Slap. Smack. Slap. The sharp sounds of impact were incredibly satisfying.
"Instructor Bellis! Do you admit defeat?"
"I-I admit it... haat... I can't take any more. If this goes on, my brain will break... hngh. I lost... stop here...!"
Bellis tried to flee, crawling away on all fours like a wounded beast.
Pop!
My cock slipped out. Her pussy muscles, softened by endless orgasms, still offered an amazing grip as I withdrew.
I stood still for a moment, watching her. She tried to escape, cum streaming from her swollen, red pussy, pausing occasionally to shudder as clear fluid squirted from between her thighs.
"Hnggh... M-my body has gone weird. What the hell did you do to me...!"
It was just non-stop pounding. Regardless of whether she reached climax, I hadn't let up, deploying my full technique. Her body was now completely steeped in pleasure.
'Man... what a fascinating body.'
This was Bellis's fourth time squirting. Between that and the sweat, dehydration should have hit her hard. Yet, she showed no signs of it—not even thirst. She hadn’t asked for water once.
"Hngh, haaaaaang...!"
She shuddered violently mid-crawl and face-planted. Her pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly. The sight made me hard all over again. I approached her. She convulsed sporadically, her breathing heavy.
"Instructor Bellis."
I grabbed her legs. She jolted, her head lifting as her unfocused eyes desperately tracked me.
"S-stop. I lost..."
"No. I don't believe you, Instructor Bellis."
"...What...?"
"The real Instructor Bellis wouldn't give up from just this."
I laid her flat and mounted her in a mating press, rubbing my cock against her soaking entrance.
"Haaaaah...!"
The mere contact made her thrash and gasp. She couldn't control her body properly, but that innate strength was still there. I used a bit of mana to pin her down.
"Let's charge to the finish of our 'combat sex.' This is my specialty! Try to endure it!"
"No...! I can't take any more... aaaaaaaaaaah!!"
Squelch. Squelch.
I slammed into her with everything I had. It was time to end this battle decisively.
"Aaaang!"
In that moment, I felt it—Bellis was a woman through and through.
???
Bellis had passed out.
I sat on her chest, my cock in her mouth, taking a breather. I’d hoped for a cleanup blowjob, but she was out cold, her tongue motionless. I just rubbed my glans against it and stood up.
Her unconscious form looked utterly wrecked, as if she’d been through a literal war. My marks were everywhere, and the ground around her was pooled with various fluids.
I checked the watch the administrator gave us. I had about 18 hours left of the 40-hour limit. I could have crashed next to Bellis; my muscles were still screaming and my body was exhausted.
"Complete Recovery."
The fatigue vanished instantly. I massaged my balls. They’d been emptied by the sex, but now they were brimming again thanks to the skill.
Wasting time sleeping in a dungeon I’d never revisit? No way.
"Instructor Bellis? Time to wake up. I have some questions."
I nudged her pussy with my foot. Her body twitched. She seemed on the verge of waking, but her eyes remained shut. Squelch, squelch. Her hips ground against the floor a few times before she squirted again. It was an epic fountain show.
Her asshole twitched as well. Not surprising—I’d fucked her there too. It was tighter than her pussy, but lacked that perfect "cling," which was a bit disappointing.
"Not waking, huh."
I watched her for a moment, then squatted down. I grabbed her spread labia and pushed them closed. I didn't want the cold air getting in. I kept pinching them shut as they tried to gape open.
"Still not waking."
I stood up and got dressed. I wondered how the others were training and what their instructors looked like. If they were female, maybe I could fuck them too. With that thought, I headed out.
???
First up: Jang Go-jun.
He was sitting on the ground, sweating buckets, apparently enduring murderous heat and cold.
"Go-jun hyung!"
He didn't respond. It looked like he couldn't see me at all.
"...Another trainee? What brings you here?"
A muscular male instructor suddenly blocked my path. Unlike Bellis, whose muscles were impressive but beautiful, this guy's were just massive and ugly. It almost made me nauseous to look at him.
"I came to see how the others are doing."
"I won't allow you to disturb trainee Jang Go-jun. He is in the middle of deep training."
"I'll just watch quietly. Is that okay?"
"...Fine. But who is your instructor?"
"Instructor Bellis."
"Bellis? You finished her training already? Impressive."
He looked genuinely awed. Her training must be notoriously brutal. It made sense—if she goes extra hard on trainees with "low potential."
"What kind of training is Go-jun hyung doing?"
"Tempering both body and mind. Trainee Jang is skilled, but he lacks physical durability. A stronger foundation leads to a stronger hunter."
"And the mind?"
"He has too many distractions. He can't control his emotions, which leads to poor focus. I gave him the extreme treatment."
I eyed Go-jun's face. He was glaring straight ahead—at nothing. It was a familiar sight, something I'd seen in the [God's Atlantis] world.
"An illusion?"
"Something like that. Since you're here, I'll show you what he's seeing."
The instructor snapped his fingers. Five meters in front of Go-jun, a naked man and woman appeared on a bed, entangled and fucking. The pair? It was me and Han A-young.
"Whoa..."
"That woman is likely your lover. Jang loves her too. He feels inferior and defeated around you. You knew, didn't you?"
"...Yeah, I knew Go-jun hyung liked my girl. I just can't understand it. He already got rejected."