Pierced by a Unicorn's Horn (2)
Perhaps it was the weight of her guilt. The Goddess of Chastity, who had answered so readily when I commanded her to submit, clearly hadn't expected me to spread my legs with such brazen confidence.
She couldn't bring herself to approach, pulling her head back and looking at me with that familiar, scornful gaze.
“Ugh…”
I found myself getting turned on by the very sight of her pretty face judging me. The cunt juice that my tightly clenched Jot-jip couldn't contain began to seep out, trickling through the gap.
“Looks like our dear Goddess doesn't feel even a little bit sorry for me, huh?”
I suppressed the excitement rising from my chest and forced a cold, mocking smile. Eleanor flinched at my sarcasm and lowered her head.
It’s cute that she can’t hide her expressions, but… that just makes me want to torment her even more.
“Why? Go ahead, keep staring at me like I’m something filthy.”
“Ah… no… that’s not it…”
“No? Then why are you doing that? Just come here and lick it.”
But our Goddess of Chastity simply kept her head bowed, remaining still, refusing to come near me. In the meantime, a drop of my cunt nectar hung from the base of my vulva, forming a thin, glistening thread.
I couldn't wait forever.
As I stood up from the bed where I’d been perched, the sticky drop that had been hanging precariously fell to the floor with a soft plop.
Startled by the sound, she looked up, her face stained with tears.
“C-could you please give me a different punishment?”
“Ha, you think of it as a punishment? I guess I really am filthy, huh?”
“…….”
Hmm, that silence is a yes. I approached her slowly, watching her reaction.
Had her body frozen up? She didn't even try to back away.
If she hated it that much, she could have resisted. As a goddess, subduing me shouldn't have been a problem. Why was she just standing there? I wanted to ask, but I’d do that after I fucked her. My body was aching; I couldn't hold back.
By the time I reached her, I wiped her tears away with my hand, and with the other, I slid a finger into the crevice of my Jot-jip. A moan I’d been holding back burst forth.
“Haa…”
I caressed her plump lips with the finger coated in my slick, viscous fluid. The thin thread connecting my finger to my cunt stretched and snapped, and her already luscious lips glistened, adding to her allure.
“The face that should have been wetting itself with this has been stolen by other water. That’s a bit spiteful, isn’t it?”
“Hut…”
Eleanor flinched, unable to look away.
Haa… the scent of virginity wafting from every gesture she makes is intoxicating♡ My own cunt is twitching because of you.
Since she’s a goddess, she might be older than me, but the one doing the fucking is the unnie here. She even reaches up to my forehead in height.
Overcome by the impulse to shove this horny bitch’s face into my cunt, I grabbed her wavy hair and pulled her down.
It was the moment I truly realized she was a goddess. She didn't use much strength to resist, just whimpered, yet she didn't budge an inch.
“You… didn't you say you’d submit to me?”
I take back the part about being the unnie. This bitch is strong as hell.
But I had no intention of letting go of her hair. The disappointment and frustration over her empty promise of submission only stirred up more sinister feelings, fueling my desire to dominate.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I… I just can’t bring myself to lick… that place.”
“Then open your mouth, you fucking bitch.”
My unfulfilled longing manifested as vulgarity, revealing my base nature.
This soft-hearted goddess—or perhaps the sinner who had no choice but to obey—opened her mouth as ordered.
“Stick out your tongue.”
“Haa…”
The Goddess of Chastity opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Even then, she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes, her gaze curving like crescent moons.
“You’re no different from a bitch, are you?”
I didn't bother hiding my nature once it was exposed.
I’ll dye you in my colors. Filthy and depraved.
“Haum…”
Calming my pounding heart at the thrill of dominating a goddess, I bit down on her seductively extended tongue with my lips and moved my head back and forth as if I were sucking a Jaji.
Slurp… Sluuuurp—
I licked, crushed, and played with the crimson flesh sliding softly inside my mouth. I slowly coiled around it, making it mine.
“Haaaa…”
The breath bursting from her parted lips grew increasingly ragged, and her tongue, which had been limp like a flaccid Jaji, began to entwine with mine, exploring the pleasure.
‘Oh my, look at this bitch?’
Just as I was about to pull away to ask if she’d ever kissed before if she was the Goddess of Chastity, she grabbed both my cheeks to keep me from escaping and shoved her tongue deep inside, devouring my lips.
As our lips rubbed together, the scent of my own cunt juice that I’d smeared on her lips rose up, tickling my nose. The stimulation of our tongues rubbing together and the breath passing between us spread a more intense pleasure throughout my entire body.
Slurp— Sluuuurp— Haa… Chup, Sluuuurp— Heup… Sluuup…
What is this… is she really the Goddess of Chastity? How can a kiss be this lewd and obscene?
I frantically gulped down the saliva she was violently pushing into me, but the excess spilled out from between our lips.
Is this bitch’s mouth a Jaji? Is she shooting cum with her mouth?
Dizzy from a kiss like this for the first time, I found myself recalling the experience of sucking a Jaji and squeezing out every drop of man-juice.
Ah… I want to suck a Jaji now♡
Eleanor’s Jaji-like kiss, which violated my oral cavity as if she were ejaculating into my mouth-cunt, caused my already soaked cunt-hole to finally lose control and gush with fluid.
Half out of my mind, I forgot all about her being the Goddess of Chastity. I pulled the Goddess of Kissing into my arms and rubbed my cunt, which was dripping with cunt-water, against her thighs as if they were a real Jaji.
The Goddess’s clothes felt so soft it didn't seem of this world, but because my cunt wanted a raw Jaji—no, raw thighs—I lifted her skirt, which was soaked in my cunt-water.
Since the goddess, who reached about to my forehead, was on top of me, my knees were already bent. As I rubbed my cunt against her thighs in that position, her vulva brushed against my own thighs as well.
“Hiiik!”
She was startled and pushed me away.
Ah… no, Goddess… make me feel even better…
I knelt before her, trying to lick her sacred vulva between her legs, but—
“Y-you’re not supposed to kiss the pee-hole!”
She grabbed my head with both hands to stop me.
“It’s not a pee-hole… there’s a sex-hole underneath that…”
“No! The jamji is the pee-hole!”
“But… there’s a separate cunt-hole…”
“It’s a pee-hole!”
The mood had completely cooled down while we argued about holes, so I ended up shouting.
“You fucking Goddess!”
I didn't curse because I was annoyed. A Jot (cock) is a good thing. To me, Jot—meaning, being like a Jaji—is a compliment.
It was just that she’d gotten me so excited, and since she didn't understand my desire to perform oral on her, I’d shouted for her in my desperation.
Maybe it was because I shouted, but as I panted, my head cleared, and I belatedly grasped why she was acting this way.
“So, even the Goddess of Chastity is okay with kissing?”
When I showed no further signs of trying to explore her cunt—or as she put it, her jamji—Eleanor loosened her grip on my head and replied.
“Other than the pee-hole… I think mouth-to-mouth or kissing on the cheek is fine.”
Hmm… while some classify kissing as a type of sex, I also believe that Jaji penetration is what determines chastity. Or rather, I used to think so. Today, because of this goddess in front of me, that long-held belief had been shattered.
I learned it only after I died. That you can reach climax through kissing alone.
Is it that she’s specialized in kissing because she doesn't use her cunt? That would make sense.
I can understand why she was scornful when I told her to lick my cunt. To a Goddess of Chastity, it’s just a pee-hole. Of course, she’d become more generous because I’d brought her to climax with a kiss.
Actually, I’d wanted to pee into the mouth of that crazy bitch I knew when I was alive. The sense of conquest would have been insane.
Today, far from conquering, I’d practically been conquered by the Goddess of Chastity, but maybe I’d have a chance to conquer her later? I was going to demand we meet often.
She’s the sinner, and I’m the boss.
Probably.
Eleanor, who had been sitting with me on the lonely bed, asked a question.
“Why did you suddenly do that?”
She was asking the reason for my sudden heat. I am an existence outside the world managed by this extreme Goddess of Chastity. She wouldn't know much about me.
“Because you’re the Goddess of Chastity. Heh, I’m a bitch who gets horny whenever I see a virgin.”
As I sent her a sinister look and licked my upper lip, Eleanor fled to the corner of the bed. Hmph, even though she’d been kissing me like she wanted to eat me alive just a moment ago.
“Ah! Then, perhaps…”
Eleanor’s eyes widened as if she’d suddenly thought of something.
“Did you… live your life… while satisfying your lust for virgins…”
“That’s right. I even had the nickname ‘Virgin Hunter’.”
“Aaah… of all things…”
She looked at me with pity, convinced of the reason I’d died.
While the suddenness of my death was beyond words, there was one thing I particularly wanted to take up with that unicorn.
One of my prey had been a virgin-obsessed freak. This bastard would get so horny that his Jaji would try to poke through his pants whenever I wore something revealing or acted lewdly, yet he’d be so guarded, claiming he’d save his virginity for a maiden.
There was a theory I’d heard from him called the Heart-Technique-Body Virginity Theory.
Heart… You must never have given your heart to another man.
Technique… You must not have acquired sexual skills through masturbation.
Body… You must not have had intercourse, leaving your hymen intact.
He claimed that a complete virgin is one who has achieved the unity of Heart, Technique, and Body. He was probably joking, but it was a pretty good justification for me.
I satisfied two of those. I’d never given my heart to a man. The one who opened my cunt wasn't my hand or some toy, but a living, throbbing Jaji, and since I didn't need to masturbate after that, I’d never done it.
When I pressed my breasts against him and appealed to this, he’d let out a rough breath, squeeze his eyes shut, and mutter:
Help me, the Confucian Dragon within me!
He’d go on like that.
Of course, not long after, I’d punish him with my cunt until he couldn't even utter the word ‘virgin’ anymore.
His Jaji smelled so strong♡
Haa… thinking about a Jaji makes my cunt…
Anyway, I was a virgin who satisfied two out of three, yet I died because of a unicorn. I know. It’s insane. But dying so absurdly makes everything feel unfair.
However, after hearing Eleanor’s story, I realized it wasn't something to be so bitter about.
Because that horned horse bastard killing me wasn't because I wasn't a virgin.