Chapter 176: The Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave (1)
Chapter 176: The Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave (1)
The Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave.
It’s a staple trope that frequently appears in porn, erotica, and adult webnovels.
However, I never imagined an inhabitant of another world would actually implement a "Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave" in reality. I suppose Dark Elf Ceylon, having collaborated with villains and being exposed to modern culture, was capable of creating such a thing.
"I was inspired by various creative works from Earth."
"I’m so speechless, I... sigh."
A room where everything was pure white, with nothing but a single bed sitting right in the middle. I stomped on the floor and jumped as high as I could, wondering if my head would hit the ceiling.
Not only that, I ran around to see where the boundaries were. At a certain point, I felt something hard as if a wall existed, but no matter how hard I punched it, it wouldn't break.
"I told you it’s useless. Your physical strength has no effect in this space."
"I wonder if that’ll still be true after I beat you up?"
"Go ahead and hit me if you want. But I think you’re overlooking something. Even if I fall into a coma or, better yet, die, this space won't disappear."
Dark Elf Ceylon looked at me with a despicable smirk.
"This isn't magic; it's a magic tool. If I were to die, you’d be left here all alone, Miss Floss."
"Urgh..."
"Oh, wait. This is the 'Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave'... what happens if you're left here alone?"
"...I’ll be stuck here forever."
"Bingo."
It was a truly malicious tactic. To take the concept of the "Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave" and twist it into a room you can never escape if only one person remains. Even if he was an enemy, I had to give him credit for the idea.
"What will you do? Will the proud Magical Girl beg me to please fuck her?"
"Kh..."
Regardless of his ingenuity, it was clear that Ceylon didn't know much about me.
He probably thought that trapping me in a "Room Where You Must Have Sex to Leave" would make me restless. Did he expect me to agonize and suffer, torn between my desire to leave and my refusal to give my body to a villain?
If so, Ceylon’s prediction was way off.
If I’m trapped in a room where I have to have sex to leave, then I just have to do it and get out. My hobby is defeat play, for heaven's sake—did he really think I’d lose sleep over something like this?
Magical Girl Floss agonizing over whether she can give her body to a villain?
That version of me likely only existed in Ceylon’s imagination. In reality, Magical Girl Floss was a pervert who enjoyed being humiliated in defeat by villains.
...Actually, my dilemma was about something else entirely.
‘To get out, I have to do it anyway... so, reverse rape? Or seduction?’
Either way, Ceylon currently had no intention of sticking it in me. After all, he didn't trap me here to have sex with me; he created this space to stop me from going to find the Operator.
The longer he stalled, the more he gained. On the other hand, the sooner I got out, the better, so I needed to be devoured by Ceylon as quickly as possible. Usually, the villain is the one aggressively pushing themselves onto me, but this time, it was the opposite—I had to "eat" this Dark Elf named Ceylon.
That left only two options.
Reverse rape, where I pounce on Ceylon and devour his cock with my pussy. Or, the art of seduction, stimulating his primal male instincts until he’s so horny his dick feels like it’s going to burst.
The biggest problem was that neither was my style. Not reverse rape, and not seduction.
I preferred to induce a situation where I was humiliated in defeat and then be thoroughly passive while being taken. I didn't like blatant seduction, and I hadn't even considered reverse rape.
‘The better option is... seduction, I guess.’
I had occasionally acted cute or coaxed the few men I’d built a bond with after several encounters, enduring the shame to ask them to fuck me.
If that counts as seduction, then sure... but I’d never seduced a strange villain the moment I met him. I’m not a whore, after all. It’s too slutty for a Hero.
"Haha, you’ve frozen like a statue. As a Hero, you can’t bring yourself to seduce me vulgarly in your Magical Girl form... but you can’t kill me or escape this space either, so you must be at a loss."
"Ugh..."
"I don't know why you're acting so coy. You sucked my cock just fine earlier, didn't you? You worked so hard licking it, using your spit to melt away the smegma, and now you're acting shy?"
Wait, stop with the insults and humiliation. If you keep going, you’re going to flip my switch.
"S-Stop it...!"
"Pfft, is that it? Back then, you weren't transformed into a Magical Girl and were hiding your identity as a fake villain, so you could act the part... but now that your identity is exposed, you're too embarrassed?"
"Don't be ridiculous...! It's just that I can't swallow my pride for a stumpy little brat of a villain like you...!"
"...A stumpy little brat? To someone over four hundred years old?"
Ceylon, who had looked relaxed the whole time, suddenly turned dead serious.
"Ha, haha... well, if that's how you're going to play it, I have no choice but to respond in kind."
"...?"
"No matter how much you try to seduce me, I’ll never fall for a woman who has zero sex appeal and isn't even remotely hot."
Ceylon was clearly triggered by being called a stumpy brat, his teeth clenched tight.
But I was just as triggered.
‘Zero sex appeal? Not hot? Looking at this body of mine?’
I didn't like being the one to initiate seduction, but when the stage is set like this, it’s a different story. If he’s going to provoke me by saying I could never seduce him like a whore, then I have no choice but to do it.
I’d act as if I were doing it reluctantly, out of necessity, with an inexperienced touch.
There’s a world of difference between a woman blatantly seducing a man who’s just standing there, and a woman who, after being told she has no sexual charm, suppresses her shame to awkwardly try and seduce him.
The main difference being: I don't like the former, but I love the latter.
"...O-Oh."
Acting as if I’d just realized my slip of the tongue, I grabbed Ceylon’s collar.
"I-I’m sorry. I misspoke. But, hey, could you please let me out?"
"Acting pathetic now won't work. It won't get through to me."
"What do you mean it won't work? If I do whatever it takes..."
"I told you. This is a room you can't leave without having sex. It has nothing to do with my will. There is only one way to escape this space. Even I am not an exception."
In the end, it was just a repetition of the fact that we must have sex.
I already knew that. I was just taking my time, letting things simmer. Thinking about how to slowly, bit by bit, disarm him.
I had to seduce him while acting inexperienced. Blatantly spreading my legs to show off my pussy from the start was a no-go. It was better to start awkwardly and gradually ramp up the intensity.
...Ah, what do I do? I’m already so excited that my crotch is getting soaking wet.
I shouldn't be like this. I have to escape quickly and rescue the Operator.
"If... if we have to do it... ugh."
"Hmm, have you made up your mind?"
"J-Just the tip... You can just put the tip in! I’ll allow that much, so that counts as sex, right...?"
When I cautiously approached him, sat on the edge of the bed, and spoke, Ceylon burst into laughter.
"Pfft, haha! Hahahaha! T-The tip? Aha, ahahaha!"
At the same time, my face turned beet red. Of course, I wasn't actually that embarrassed; I just knew his laughter was mocking me, so I intentionally concentrated blood flow to my face to make it flush.
"Why are you laughing like that...?"
"Aha, ha... your face is bright red. By the way, you don't seem to understand the situation. Whether you 'allow' it or not isn't the issue here, Miss Floss."
"...What?"
"Right now, it wouldn't even be enough if you were on all fours, panting like a dog. You should be begging for the cock of the 'stumpy little Dark Elf' you looked down on, showing me every kind of pathetic display you can manage. 'Allowing' it? Please."
I trembled, my lips quivering as if I had something to say but was forcing myself to hold it back. Ceylon smirked, thinking I was feeling an unbearable amount of shame.
"Well, do you have something to say? Or do you want to curse at me?"
"...N-No. Why would I curse at you?"
"That's right. A woman should be obedient like that. Unlike those fierce Dark Elf wenches, tsk."
Though he was technically older than a grandfather, Ceylon lectured me in a very grandfatherly tone while stroking my head. If I were actually suppressing my anger just to get out of here, I might have reacted violently to his touch.
But I wasn't angry at all. Rather, having this Dark Elf Ceylon—who looked younger and smaller than me—look down on me and stroke my head while I sat on the bed only made me feel more defeated and, consequently, more aroused.
"W... what do I have to do? I want to get out of here. You said it yourself. To get out, we have to do... that. You're the only one here, so in the end, I have to do it with you."
"Why do you keep calling me 'you'? It's uncomfortable for an Elf to hear. Add a 'Lord' or 'Master' to it."
"...Ugh."
"You don't want to?"
I suppressed the laughter that was threatening to leak out instead of humiliation and answered.
"...Yes, Lord Ceylon."
"Good. I like the sound of that."
"So... what do I have to do to have sex with Lord Ceylon... and escape this place...?"
"You have to show some sincerity. For example, doing something lewd here."
"L-Lewd...?"
I gulped. What exactly should I do if he meant something lewd?
Should I suddenly pull down Ceylon’s pants and take his cock in my mouth, or give him a paizuri? Dancing naked and showing off my bouncing breasts and ass would be too much of a jump.
To go slow and steady, there was only one option.
"Then... please watch."
I sat in a W-shape. It’s a position that’s easy for women but difficult for men. In that state, without taking off my torn Magical Girl dress, I tossed aside my underwear. I expected Ceylon to gasp the moment my luscious areolas, nipples, and pink pussy were revealed, but he showed no reaction.
"From now on... I will... masturbate."
"Hmm."
"Will this... be enough of a show of sincerity?"
I massaged my breasts with my left hand and reached between my legs with my right to fondle my clitoris. It was a standard masturbation session, like any other woman’s. Occasionally, I used my fingertips to scratch my areolas or twist my nipples, but there was nothing particularly special yet.
Yes, this was a leisurely seduction. My intention not to lose control and startle Ceylon with a sudden outburst was reflected in the way my fingers caressed my breasts and pussy.
"Ngh..."
The thought that I was showing my most private parts to a man I’d just met today—and one who looked like a younger brother at that—gradually increased my excitement. Like a snowball rolling down a snowy field.
My pussy was soon soaked, love juice flowing like a flood.
I maximized the sensitivity by tapping my plump labia with my gloved palm, making a wet, slapping sound due to the moisture on the surface.
"Is that all you've got?"
"Y-Yes...?"
"You should use your words. This is a show of sincerity, so what's the point if you're just enjoying it by yourself?"
"I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do..."
Suddenly, Ceylon clicked his tongue at me. I looked at him with the eyes of a masturbation newbie who knew nothing, and he let out a sigh.
"You need to let out some lewd moans and narrate what you're using as mental fodder so that I’ll actually feel like sticking my cock in you."
"A-Ah... if that's what you want...! Haah... ahh...♡"
While letting out moans that were far more artificial than usual, I made sure to emphasize my facial expressions. I scowled as if I couldn't bear the shame anymore and glared at him with resentful eyes, as if wondering why he was making me do this.
Of course, it didn't end there. The key was the flushed face, showing that despite the awkwardness, I was feeling a subtle, pleasant pleasure from my pussy and nipples.
"The one I tasted earlier... mmm...♡ L-Lord Ceylon’s cock... I want it... again... ngh...♡"
I did it. Masturbating while calling out his name right in front of him.
"Ahn...♡!"
Meanwhile, my fingers moved past my clitoris and entered my vagina.
Of course, they were much shorter and thinner than a cock, so they didn't provide enough satisfaction, but they could give the impression that I was desperate for a cock as I toyed with the entrance.
‘Is this enough to satisfy him...?’
After focusing on masturbating for a while, I looked into Ceylon’s eyes. I stopped touching my clitoris, where pleasure was multiplying with every touch, and regained my composure.
‘...Huh?’
In that moment, I couldn't help but be flustered. Ceylon didn't have a hard-on, nor was he even watching my masturbation with interest.
He was just spectating with a bored look, as if he were reading a newspaper. It was as if no matter what I did or how I tried to seduce him, he had no intention of ever sticking his cock in me.
"Aah...♡"
Only then did I realize. No matter how lewdly I courted him, he was only mocking me. He would never fuck me to let me escape this place.
Female dignity. Heroic pride. Magical Girl’s self-esteem.
I had thrown all of it away for the sole purpose of "being fucked by a cock." I had shown him a lewd display, fiddling with my nipples, rubbing my clitoris, and shoving my fingers into my pussy.
And yet.
Magical Girl Floss was going this far... and he wasn't even interested?
"Ooh...♡"
Squelch! Splash!
I came. And I squirted, too. I had forgotten about poking my pussy or touching my nipples.
...The moment I realized Ceylon was indifferent to me, I reached climax from that alone.
‘This is unbelievable...♡’
It was a significant shock to me.
Even if I wasn't being entirely sincere, the fact that all the efforts a top-tier woman like Magical Girl Floss made to get a cock were seen as nothing more than a ridiculous joke to Ceylon.
How pathetic must it have seemed to him—a Dark Elf with a long lifespan—to see a human woman who hadn't even lived a fraction of his life acting all high and mighty just because she was born with some superpowers? How inferior must I have looked, struggling all by myself when no matter how much I seduced him, it was all for nothing?
‘A Magical Girl’s sincere courtship to be fucked... was nothing more than a pastime for him to watch.’
The moment I realized that, a massive wave of defeat washed over me. For me, a sense of defeat is translated into brain-melting pleasure.
"C-Cock... please give it to me...♡"
My tone was stripped of all hostility. A sweet voice and a begging manner. As I mindlessly poked my pussy in the pleasure of defeat and begged for his cock in a cutesy way, Ceylon replied with a smirk.
"...It seems you've finally realized your place."
With just that one sentence.
I threw my head back and climaxed again, a stream of fluid shooting out from between my legs.