Chapter 112: Heroes Who Lost Their Original Intent (4)
Chapter 112: Heroes Who Lost Their Original Intent (4)
“Ha… haah… I won…!”
“Hnghhhh……♡”
Fortunately, I was the one who took the victory in the second round. Lying side by side with our buttocks thrust into the air, I managed to endure being sodomized with love gel and held out just a moment longer than Queen before reaching my climax.
Plop…
As Uncle pulled his fingers out of both Queen’s and my anal openings simultaneously, the love gel he’d pushed inside came trickling out with an embarrassing sound.
“Heh, quite a sight—both of you with your holes puckering and dripping pussy juice.”
“I-it’s not pussy juice, okay…? It’s the love gel you put inside, Dad….”
Even though I had clearly won the match, my face burned with shame. Calling love gel 'pussy juice'—I felt like my human dignity was being chipped away just now.
I couldn't deny that the love gel flowing from my anal hole was reminiscent of the fluids from my pussy, but having it pointed out like that gave me a strange sensation.
“Maybe I should have called it a back pussy instead of an anus? You’re dripping juice from here just as much.”
“N-no, I’m not…!”
“It makes such a squelching sound when I move my fingers in and out… and isn't it the same in the sense that it’s a liquid meant to make cock insertion easier?”
“I’m telling you, it’s not water from my own body… Hngh♡”
From now on, the hole in my backside was no longer a proper excretory organ; it was being treated as a hole meant for taking a cock and making a man feel good, just like a pussy. It felt as if that had been officially declared.
“Hey, you. Get up.”
Slap!
Queen, who had been slumped over, flinched as he slapped her buttocks hard enough to make a loud sound. She slowly raised her body, thrusting up her rear, which now bore a bright red handprint.
“He-heeegh… I-I’m sowwy….”
“I didn’t expect this. Queen, I had no idea your anal hole was this weak.”
“With all due respect, Chairman… I think anyone’s back hole would be weak… wouldn't it…?”
Like me, Queen adjusted her posture, her buttocks still dripping with love gel. Even though she tried to play it cool with a joke, she seemed embarrassed about losing to me through an anal orgasm.
“But now it’s one to one… it’s a tie, so Floss, don’t act like you’ve already won…!”
“Of course, Sister. I’m going to make sure the future you saw is completely derailed.”
“And don’t emphasize the ‘Sister’ part…! How many years apart are we even…?!”
“I’m twenty this year~”
“…….”
Uncle poked and prodded Queen, who had fallen silent at my counterattack, with his fingers still slick with love gel.
“Phew, my fingers got dirty from helping you out. Queen, since you lost this round, clean them up for me.”
“W-wait… you want me to put those in my mouth…?”
Uncle’s index fingers pressed against Queen’s lips, which stood out in a vivid red even without lipstick. Every time he did, the love gel on his fingers smeared onto her, and Queen wore a look of horror.
“Mngh, hnghh…….”
Even though he said they were both perfectly clean, those fingers had just been inside someone’s backside. Even if it was her own, she couldn't hide her instinctive revulsion.
“B-but when Floss lost the first round, there wasn't really a penalty… why only me…?”
“I suppose you’re right. Then let’s have each of you clean up what you dirtied. Here, Floss.”
“Why is the arrow suddenly pointed at me… Ugh. Fine. I get it.”
In the end, Queen and I knelt side by side before Uncle and began to lick and suck his fingers. Using our soft, wet tongues to support his fingers, we sucked and swallowed the love gel while cleaning them with our saliva.
“Looking at you now, you’re like female cats crazed for Churu treats.”
“D-Dad, calling your own daughter a female cat, what are you even saying….”
“Do you like finger-treats better, or cock-treats?”
“Nyaan♡ Floss-nyan likes cock-treats better-nyan♡”
Wait, this isn't right. I ended up acting all cute and 'nyan-ing' without even realizing it. Without even hesitating.
This is dangerous. Begging for cock is becoming a habit. Speechless, I went back to quietly taking his finger into my mouth, focusing on sucking and licking it clean.
“That’s enough. Now, shall we move on to the final third round? Both of you, return to the starting position.”
Queen and I moved briskly the moment Uncle’s command fell. We stood up immediately, hid our hands behind our heads, slightly bent our knees, and spread our legs, waiting in the vulgar and lewd posture of a female in heat.
‘The third round is obviously… the pussy.’
Since we had already used the anus and the nipples in this orgasm denial contest, there was no way the pussy wouldn't be next. Even before Uncle could say a word, my pussy was already getting soaking wet.
‘I shouldn't be like this……!’
It goes without saying that once pussy juice starts flowing and moistening the area, anything—be it a cock, a dildo, or even a finger—goes in much easier. The difficulty of the thrusting motion also drops significantly.
When the squelching starts that quickly, my pussy naturally gets more excited and feels more. It’s only natural that the moment of climax would arrive sooner.
Normally, this would be a win-win since it feels good for me and Uncle can pound away happily. But this time was different. Since it was an orgasm denial contest, I had to hold out as long as possible.
‘If I’m already this wet, hngh♡’
Even if I were bone-dry with not a drop of juice, I’m already stuck with a loser pussy that has little chance of winning. But now, I was even pumping out my own self-made lubricant to make insertion easier.
Unlike the love gel, this was actual pussy juice produced directly by my body. Natural love gel, so to speak. I could feel my chances of winning plummeting.
‘I know my chances are slim, but……!’
Still, I wasn't completely without hope. I knew Uncle’s finger techniques and such to some extent. If I focused as hard as I could, maybe I could hold out for quite a while.
Of course, Queen was also someone who had been used as a cock sleeve by Uncle for a long time—perhaps even longer than me. It was truly a battle where the outcome was unpredictable.
“Alright, Queen, step forward first.”
“……Eh?”
But the moment I saw what Uncle had brought out, I was lost for words. Cold sweat trickled down my forehead. It was because things were heading in a completely unexpected direction.
“What are you so surprised about? Everyone must have expected the final round to be a pussy orgasm denial contest—a woman’s greatest weakness. Surely you aren't planning on abandoning the virtue of patience, which is essential for a hero?”
“I-it’s not that, but…….”
What Uncle had brought out was a piston machine. A terrifying machine of forced pleasure that stood on the floor and relentlessly hammered upward with a long cylindrical shaft.
I thought Uncle would use his fingers again like he did for the anal round. I never expected this. At most, I thought he’d use a dildo or a vibrator; I hadn't even imagined a piston machine would make an appearance.
‘By the way, this thing…….’
Gulp.
A machine has no heart. No matter how sadistic a man is, if a woman is gasping like she’s going to die and begging him to stop, he’ll usually get flustered and stop or take a break.
But for women who weren't actually serious when they said those things and just wanted to be tormented more—like me—that kind of hesitation is a total turn-off.
That was why I sought out villains. Specifically, the ultra-macho, trash-tier males who treated women like onaholes. I figured that since they were criminals who committed crimes without a second thought, they wouldn't go soft in the middle of mating.
Actually, it seemed like there was a certain synergy between machos and masochists; it was a pretty good combination. I, who had been intentionally playing a role and getting wrecked by villains, was living proof of that.
‘But a machine… it doesn't have a heart to begin with, does it……?’
Merciless thrusting. As long as it has electricity, it has no limit to its stamina, so it never gets tired and never rests. A woman subjected to this thing has no choice but to keep taking it unless the power is turned off or she escapes.
And in this situation, all the elements were already in place. Not only was I unable to escape because Uncle was forcing me, but the piston machine itself had stepped up as the executioner of this pussy climax battle.
‘There’s nowhere to run.’
In an orgasm contest, the one who goes first loses, but somehow, I felt like this piston machine wouldn't stop even after the first climax; it would just keep thrusting and plunge its owner into a hell of continuous orgasms.
“Since there’s only one machine, I can’t have you both go at once. That’s why Queen is going first.”
To make matters worse, this contest wasn't even happening simultaneously. We had to take turns. I, who was given the second and effectively final turn, wondered if this was a blessing or a curse.
If I could watch how long it took for Queen to go off from the piston machine and set my mind to just enduring that long, it would be an undeniable advantage.
‘But things usually don't go that way.’
It was more persuasive to think that while watching Queen’s pussy get wrecked by the piston machine, I would get excited myself and start masturbating, increasing my sensitivity.
Whirrrrrrr!
“Ha, haaaahgh?!”
“Yes! Kahaha, Queen! A hero should endure like that! Now I’m finally seeing your original intent!”
And that is exactly what happened. Unbelievable.
“Mngh, hnghh…♡”
While Queen was gritting her teeth and enduring the piston machine’s atrocious thrusting, with tears, snot, and pussy juice all flowing, I was behind her, crossing my legs and rubbing my crotch while letting out feverish breaths.
“Oogh… ohhoh♡ I-I’m sowwy…! Mr. Robot’s machine-cock… a human pussy can never beat it♡”
“Pathetic. To be in such a state while carrying the name Queen. Why don’t you just change it to Slave?”
“K-khiiiiiiiiii♡♡”
Splurt—!
An S-rank hero being mercilessly raped by a mere machine, not even a person. This was the first time I’d seen Queen so broken since the time Uncle showed me the photo of her covered in bukkake.
I was watching the whole scene with my mouth agape, drooling. Because of that, the moment Queen couldn't take it anymore, squirted, and collapsed, I barely managed to realize my own state.
“O-oh?”
Since when? Since when had I been fiddling with my clitoris?
Through my extensive experience as a female, I realized in an instant that my body had accumulated enough heat to have climaxed already. It was all because I had been masturbating out of envy for Queen while waiting for my turn.
And it wasn't just any masturbation. It wasn't just touching the clitoris; it was 'serious' penetration masturbation.
Of course, my slender fingers were no match for Uncle’s dildos or the piston machine, and they were inferior even to Uncle’s fingers, but since I was already so worked up, the effect was certain.
‘I’m definitely going to lose.’
Only then could I accept my fate. I don't know if a fixed future exists, but I had to admit that Queen’s future vision was right once again.
‘I at least wanted to hold out for about as long as Queen did.’
The moment I realized my pussy was already in heat from masturbating, I thought: if it’s too obvious that I have a loser pussy, it’ll be embarrassing, so even if I lose, let’s lose with enough of a time gap to save some face.
But my desire for defeat had long since overtaken my reason. What I always craved was an overwhelming defeat that others wouldn't even dare to compare themselves to.
It was the same even if the opponent wasn't a villain attacking me, but a fellow female hero struggling to please Uncle.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
I spread my legs and stood over the piston machine. Even while coated in Queen’s juices, the piston machine, which continued to whir and move without rest, boasted a truly menacing presence.
“Any final words before we begin?”
“……Hmm.”
I thought for a moment. I didn't really have anything to say.
In that case, since I’m doing this, how about some dramatic lines……?
“Don’t underestimate me. Dad’s daughter will never lose to a mere piece of scrap metal like this.”
“Really? You’re that confident in an absolute victory?”
“Of course. Isn't it common sense that the only thing that can make a daughter’s pussy climax is her Dad’s cock?”
“……I’ve made you climax with my fingers, though?”
“A-anyway, I’m a filial daughter who only goes off for Dad. I’m going to win an absolute victory.”
I aimed carefully and bent my knees so that the robot-cock of the piston machine was just barely touching my soft, plump labia.
If my calculations were correct, if I lowered myself just a little bit more, I would…….
“Mng-khiiiiiiiiii♡♡?!!?!”
I knew this would happen. A pussy climax the moment it was inserted.
A crushing defeat in the pussy climax battle against Queen… no, the word 'crushing defeat' wasn't enough.
‘Overwhelming defeat.’
……It was a perfect 'Appae'—an overwhelming defeat—for the defeat-addicted magical girl.