56. Ranfang(8)
56. Ranfang(8)
Why?
As if to ask that very question, Lanfang moved her fingers once more.
But she couldn't climax.
Why? Why?
An even bigger question forming on her face, Lanfang once again stimulated that spot that felt so good.
Yet the sensation she yearned for never came.
"Why, why, whyyyyy...!"
The question that had been looping deep in her head finally burst out of her mouth.
It definitely felt good—so incredibly good.
Like she could go any second, and yet she just couldn't go.
'Maybe the intensity wasn't enough.'
Could be because she'd experienced such violent pleasure earlier.
Rub a little harder and she'd definitely be able to climax.
Lanfang rubbed her most pleasurable spot hard enough to make a wet, squelching sound.
Once again the pleasure swelled.
There—if this works...!
"Hnghht! Ggh! Hyaang—! Coming—! I'm gonna—!"
Flinch—!
She thought for sure she could climax this time, but she wasn't even close.
"......."
If anything, because the stimulation was so intense, she just burned that much worse.
Earlier, coming too much had driven her insane—now, not being able to come was driving her insane.
"What's wrong?"
Hye-yong held back a laugh and asked, playing dumb.
"I can't come...."
"Then want me to help? If it's me, I can make you come right away. I'm really fucking amazing at this massage thing."
"......!"
Lanfang flinched and trembled.
The memory from earlier must have surfaced, stirring something like fear.
But soon her eyelids fluttered and her lips pursed.
She didn't want to say it—yet the part of her that craved pleasure opened her mouth on its own.
"Please... do it. I want to come, but I can't... It's agony...."
"Guess there's no helping it."
Hye-yong pressed his face to Lanfang's spread crotch and blew a few puffs of air.
"Hnghht!"
Even that breeze made her flinch, hypersensitive as she was, sticky fluids squeezing out.
The heat radiating from her flushed inner flesh, burning bright red from desperate longing, was palpable even from here.
Without yet releasing the Anti-Climax buff, Hye-yong laid his hands on her.
"Higghht!"
Sure enough, Hye-yong's hands felt way better than her own.
Maybe that "good at massage" claim wasn't a lie after all.
Thinking that, Lanfang watched Hye-yong's movements with anxious, deeply expectant eyes.
'Let's keep her burning a while longer.'
He started caressing her with an intensity similar to when he'd made her climax repeatedly before.
The moment he began, both of her splayed, folded legs trembled violently.
She seemed to be waiting with desperate impatience for climax to arrive.
But for now, he had no intention of letting her go that easily.
Touch, touch, touch.
He kept stimulating her.
"Ahht, ahgk, hwaaaa. Feels good, but whyyy! It feels good but I can't commmme!!"
As if she couldn't take it anymore, Lanfang reached out with her right hand even as Hye-yong was touching her, kneading and pinching and twisting her erogenous zone with all her strength.
"Agggkk...!"
But rather than relieving the heat, it only made her burn hotter.
Let me come, let me come....
Seeing her mutter it over and over, there seemed no need to make her endure any longer.
'About time.'
Smack.
Hye-yong swept her hand aside and took her clitoris and half her vulva into his mouth.
"Hik!?"
Something was coming.
As if she sensed it on instinct, Lanfang's movements nearly froze.
The very next moment, Hye-yong roughly worked his tongue inside his mouth.
Simultaneously, the Anti-Climax buff was released!
Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp!
"Ahik—!"
The sensation of a warm, wet tongue thrashing wildly across her hypersensitized spot scrambled Lanfang's brain.
Without realizing it, she pressed down on Hye-yong's head, afraid that he—lapping at her precious place like a puppy—would pull away.
At the same time, a sensation like her whole body was floating washed over her, as if the gravity pinning her to the ground had vanished.
She knew it instinctively.
This was it—the real one this time.
The biggest she'd ever experienced.
It would crash in all at once, like a dam that had held to its limit finally bursting.
"Hhhyyaaaaaaaaaaah—!!"
The sensation of all the pleasure she hadn't been able to release—built up and crashing down all at once!
Pleasure potent enough to make her eyes roll back and faint.
All the more wondrous because she'd never even imagined she could feel something like this.
"Agk, gght, hwaaht! Hwaaht, hwaaaa... hoo— hwaa—."
Hye-yong watched Lanfang's reactions and continued cunnilingus for a bit longer before pulling his mouth away and looking at her face.
"Coming feels fucking incredible, doesn't it?"
"Yethh... it feelth tho incredible...."
Wow, a voice like that really does come out of a person.
Hye-yong marveled quietly and looked into Lanfang's eyes.
He hadn't used any drugs at all, but with her face flushed crimson and her breathing violent and ragged—she looked like someone pickled in narcotics.
'Maybe my buffs really are like drugs.'
Looking at those pupils, something he suddenly wanted to try occurred to him.
[ Heart Eyes ]
When looking into someone's eyes, the degree of sexual arousal they feel is displayed as a heart shape
The deeper and redder the color, the higher the arousal
He'd erased the original buff that just displayed arousal levels and created this thing.
Once the buff was applied, sharp heart-shaped pupils settled clearly within Lanfang's unfocused eyes.
'Oh shit, heart eyes! Never thought I'd see this for real. Fucking hot, this is insane.'
Lanfang seemed completely satisfied by the climax just now, but she still needed to be kept burning for a good while longer.
Gazing at her heart eyes, his fighting spirit reignited. Hye-yong reapplied the Anti-Climax buff and resumed cunnilingus.
"Hngh...? Y-you don't have to make me come anymore...! D-don't lick... nng, ah! I said I don't need it...."
No matter how huge the climax, if you keep getting stimulated, climax tries to come again.
That fact tormented Lanfang with brutal cruelty.
"Nngaht, it's coming again...!"
Her head was clearly telling her climax was imminent, but for some reason it wouldn't come.
"Hnggkk...!!"
Tears trickled down at the agonizing sensation.
'It's coming—it feels like it's coming again, but...!!'
But climax did not arrive.
It was infuriating—like someone announcing their arrival, ringing the doorbell, then running away.
"Hic... hht...! Hat, hht! Nng, kkh...!"
By this point, if the Anti-Climax buff hadn't been active, she probably would've come about ten times.
Thinking she'd been kept burning quite enough, Hye-yong stopped cunnilingus and wiped his mouth.
"There. That should be plenty, right?"
At that, Lanfang shook her head in horror.
"No, no, no! Ith not...!! I haven't gone yet...!! Let me come, pleathe...!!"
"Been at it for a while now. I'm getting a bit tired. How about you just masturbate or something?"
As if she'd already planned to do it without being told, Lanfang immediately reached out and started touching her crotch.
But within thirty seconds, she was begging again.
"Can't, can't, can't do it...!! I can't come on my ownnn...!! Touch meee, lap at meee!!"
Hye-yong, watching Lanfang—hearts intensely vivid in her eyes—plead desperately, felt certain.
Right about now was the perfect time to open his mouth.
"But you... you really fucking hate me, don't you?"
"Nyehhe...?"
"I've done a lot of awful shit to you. Been really cruel, too. Even this right now is a bad thing... Thinking about it, I'm sorry."
What the hell was he talking about at a time like this!?
Lanfang stared at Hye-yong as if demanding an answer.
"Feel like my eyes just suddenly opened. I'm sorry. I should stop this bad behavior right now. I won't torment you ever again, and I'll give back all the money I took for your meals. I'm truly sorry."
What the hell—is he seriously planning to just leave...?
For some reason she didn't understand, Lanfang felt a surge of anxiety at the thought of Hye-yong leaving.
Hye-yong bowed his head and turned around.
'He's... he's really leaving...!?'
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety!
Seized by unease, Lanfang didn't even notice she was chewing her lips hard enough to draw a little blood.
Finally, Hye-yong reached the door.
He really means to leave!
That single fact was all that remained in Lanfang's mind now.
The moment Hye-yong grabbed the doorknob.
"D-don't goooo!"
At Lanfang's cry, Hye-yong completely lost control of the corners of his mouth curling up.
But he forced it down and turned back around.
"You... don't hate me?"
Lanfang hesitated.
I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!
I hate him more than anyone in the world!!
"Please just let me commmme...!!"
"You know what? Normally, this kind of thing is done by people who love each other."
She knew that.
She'd been taught that the place you pee from isn't merely somewhere to expel waste—it's a sacred place where new life is born, a girl's most precious place.
Her mother had taught her: never show it, never let anyone touch it, unless it's a man you truly like—love enough to give everything to, someone you could happily spend your whole life with.
The minority tribe Lanfang was born into was deeply conservative about sex.
If she were being coerced and touched against her will, that would be one thing—but begging a vile, contemptible man like this to touch her precious place, to lap at it, was something unforgivable.
'But...!!'
Her body felt strange—so far beyond strange.
It felt like someone else's body.
The fact that she couldn't climax on her own, no matter how much she touched herself, had been branded into her brain even through the briefest conditioning.
She was so unbearably thirsty.
She wanted to feel that cool clarity, that refreshment, again.
If that man left, it felt like the thirst would never be quenched—forever.
If it's not that man, she can't come...!!
That thought completely crushed all the chastity and shame that had been carved into Lanfang's heart until now.
"I don't care about any of thattt!! Please, I'm begging you, I can't take it anymoreee!! Make me feel refreshed, pleatheee!!"
Lanfang had thrown everything away and said even that much, yet Hye-yong's reaction was utterly indifferent.
"Well... I don't really want to do that with someone who hates me."
"Then what about... everything you've been doing, touching and tormenting me, all this time...!!"
"I told you, I had a change of heart. I felt sorry."
"Th-then, what about meee!!"
"If you come to like me... who knows."
Like... that man?
Lanfang looked at Hye-yong's face.
It wasn't that he was ugly, but it was the kind of face that inspired nothing but loathing every time she saw it.
She would never, ever come to like that man....
That feeling was dominant.
'But... then I can't come....'
At that thought, her breathing turned ragged on its own.
"Haa— hoo—. Haa— hoo—."
The man who had systematically tormented her.
A horrible man who came to her—whether this was a dream or reality, she couldn't tell—and did even this to her.
But thinking back on it, had she really suffered that badly?
Threats, verbal abuse, stealing her meal money, touching her body....
Of course they were unpleasant, but putting this moment aside and thinking it over, it didn't seem like she'd been treated harshly enough to wish him dead just from seeing his face.
And above all, wasn't she the one who'd wronged him first?
That man, when you really looked at it, might've only been carrying out just revenge.
Once her mind slipped down that slope, it dug in endlessly, with no bottom in sight.
'Right. It was all my fault. This person didn't do anything bad! He just paid me back for the bad things I did! My body getting weird, this whole situation—it's obviously all punishment! I'm being punished right now!'
It was the moment bodily desire completely overwhelmed all the resentment and injustice that had piled up till now.
It was clearly a twisted thought, but right now, Lanfang didn't have the luxury to reconsider.
The throbbing, burning sensation didn't seem like it would ever leave her body.
An obsession-like pressure had settled over her mind—only by thinking this way could she find relief.
'If he can relieve this suffocation. This feeling like my chest is completely blocked up....'
If he could erase everything tormenting her right now and make her feel refreshed.
'Then... maybe I could think of him as... a good person.'
Having finished rationalizing it to herself, Lanfang cautiously opened her mouth.
"I like...."
"What was that?"
"Because you make me feel good, I can like you... So now do it for me."
Hye-yong created a new buff and checked Lanfang's resentment.
[ Resentment: 31 ]
Astonishingly, the resentment that had been so high had dropped dramatically.
'I made a new buff, and the other buffs' performance didn't drop?'
He could physically sense that available cost had increased, as if the drop in her high resentment had resolved the Seed of Negativity and converted it into the power of recognition.
As Hye-yong silently confirmed this, Lanfang, growing frantic, shouted loudly.
"I like you! I like you for making me feel good! So hurry up and do it! Lap at me and make me feel good...!!"
Thump!
Hearing the words "I like you" come from Lanfang's mouth, Hye-yong felt a momentary electric jolt of pleasure resonate in his chest.
'What the hell.'
The feeling was completely different from sexual pleasure, but it was as intense as holding back to the limit and then ejaculating—that much was certain.
His hand trembling from the massive pleasure, like snorting some mental drug, Hye-yong took a deep breath and answered.
"Alright, well said. I'll do exactly what you wanted."