Sidestory - My Friend's Girlfriend Is a Monster (3)
Crack! Snap, crunch…gulp…
"Nom-nom~ ehehehe~ so yummy~ yum-meee~~"
In the depths of a forest shrouded in darkness too thick to make out even the faintest outline, the sound of a cold, stiff corpse being greedily devoured echoed through the night. Between bites, the monster let out creepy little squeals of delight, as innocently joyful as a child with a treat.
Standing nearby with a cigarette, keeping watch over our surroundings, I shot an irritated glance toward the thing feasting in the dark—a gesture my nerves had long since grown accustomed to.
"Whew… hey, would it kill you to eat quietly? I know we're in the middle of nowhere, but what if someone actually hears you?"
"Hehe, sorry. But this woman is delicious? Told you~ women taste way better than men. So soft and tender inside, easy to chew. And she never drank or smoked, so there's none of that funky aftertaste~"
Thud…roll.
"…Tch."
One of her severed arms came rolling out of the darkness, tumbled across the fallen leaves, and bumped to a stop against the tip of my shoe. I clicked my tongue.
Quite some time had passed since my first encounter with the monster. In all that time, I'd honored the unspoken agreement we'd made—helping her hunt humans—and in return, I'd been granted all manner of pleasures.
"Helping," though, amounted to luring the humans she'd marked to a chosen spot, or doing what I was doing now: standing lookout and cleaning up the evidence. Even if I hadn't technically killed anyone with my own hands, the fact remained that I was an accessory to murder.
Of course, no matter what a sorry excuse for a human being I was, at first I'd felt exactly what any human would—guilt, and fear. I didn't believe humanity was some sacred thing, but still, I hadn't merely stood by while the monster ate my own kind; I'd actively assisted. You could call it murder by proxy and not be wrong.
Honestly, if I'd wanted to run from the monster, I could have fled at any moment. And yet I kept staying here—because, as I keep saying, of the price she'd promised me from the very beginning.
Whoosh.
A tentacle shot out of the darkness, coiled around the arm resting at my feet, and dragged it back inside.
"Sorry~ that grossed you out, didn't it? It's unsettling watching your own kind get eaten, right? I'll be more careful."
The monster's demeanor was nothing like the one I'd met that first day—now she was all sunny playfulness, like a little kid. Whether it was because I'd started helping her feed, or simply because time had passed, she treated me warmly now, even fawning over me in her way.
"I'm used to it already. Just hurry up and finish eating."
I settled onto a rock, exhaling a long drag of smoke, and said it flatly.
"Yes, sir~"
A bright voice floated out of the dark, and sometime after that, the stomach-churning sounds finally stopped.
Crunch.
At the sound of footsteps on dead leaves, I turned—and there she was, back in human form, walking out of the shadows drenched head to toe in the blood of the woman she'd just devoured.
"Ahh~ this is always the annoying part after a meal. I hate that I have to wash all over again."
With dinner concluded, I stubbed out the cigarette under my heel and wordlessly began wiping down the monster's blood-soaked naked body with the towel I'd brought, my mind drifting as I did.
Hah… haaah… how the hell did things end up like this? I'm going slowly insane… no, wait—am I even sane anymore?
The monster closed her eyes and blissfully savored my hands roaming over her body, purring low in her throat like a cat.
"Thanks as always, oppa. …Wanna do it here once?"
"Are you insane? We need to clear out of here. What if someone sees us lingering around?"
When the monster's lips curled into a lewd little smirk, I shot her a contemptuous look. My brain might have been half-ruled by my dick, but I still kept a minimal sense of alertness and common sense.
"Hehe, oppa's so smart."
"It's called common sense, you brat. You ate that college girl's brain, so obviously you know at least that much."
"Aww~ I can mimic things, but I can't fully absorb or apply what I eat… that only comes later. I told you, I'm still young."
The monster stuck out her lower lip in a sulk. For a while I'd suspected that behavior like hers was an act, but lately I'd come to realize it was a pure, unfeigned expression of genuine emotion.
She really is just a kid… I notice it every time I look at her—a child wearing the mask of an adult.
If I hadn't been cleaning up her leftovers and erasing every trace, she would have been caught by humans in no time. Just as her first-meeting image had been a lie, it wasn't only her speech that was off—there was something endearingly naive about the way she thought, too.
"Which just makes it hotter, doesn't it? Like you're deflowering an underage girl.… Look, look—even now, wiping me down, you're rock hard. Let's just do it right here~ Holding back is bad for you~ I feel bad that every time, I'm the only one who gets to enjoy it…"
"Shut it and hurry up and follow me."
"Aww…"
I tossed the used towel at the monster—who, for all that she felt no lust, still managed to look disappointed—and started down the mountain ahead of her.
Shhhhaaaaa——
Slap! Slap!…
"You fucking bitch! Worthless slut! Filthy whore!"
"Ahhhuuugghhh——!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry for talking back, Master—I'm so, so sorryyy——for daring to glare at you, for saying those things to you, Master, I'm truly, deeply sorryyy——!!"
Over the roar of the showerhead, the college girl who'd once looked down on me filled the bathroom with her screams. Between each cry, her hips and my lower body—linked by my cock—collided again and again, spraying water droplets in every direction off our soaked bodies.
Gripping the sink, taking me from behind like a dog in heat, her face—that once-unattainable beauty—was twisted beyond recognition. Any trace of the contempt she'd once worn while glaring at me had long since been scrubbed away; all that remained was a groveling, wretched creature begging shamelessly at my feet.
Slap!
"Fucking bitch, squeeze tighter."
"Y-yesuuugh…"
I smacked both palms down on those plump cheeks and gave the order, and she let out a whimper that could have been either ecstasy or sorrow.
In the bathroom mirror, her reflection kept weeping through swollen, puffy eyes while I used her hole without mercy, handling it as carelessly as an onahole. None of the tedious foreplay a man might offer a woman he was sharing a body with—nothing but the single-minded pursuit of venting my own desire, using her body like a tool.
And in the process, I made a point of unleashing the stress and inner rage I'd built up throughout the day. Everything she showed me—those screams, those tears, all of it dripping with fake passion—was pure performance, so there wasn't the slightest reason to feel guilty.
Squeeze.
On command, the walls clinging to my cock from every direction began contracting, slowly and deliberately, in sensation so fine I could feel every millimeter of it. If I had to describe it—like a blood pressure cuff tightening around my arm, little by little, along the length of my shaft.
Every time I felt her manipulate her own body like this, at will, it struck me all over again that the being in front of me was not human.
"More…"
"Yes-ehh…sob."
"More, more…"
"Yeheuk… Oppa, are you okay? Isn't your cock about to break? Are you really okay?"
When the college girl—no, the monster—wiped away her fake tears and turned her head to ask me, worried, my irritation spiked.
"This much is about right. Raise the temperature a little too. And if you break the mood one more time, I'll kill you. Got it?"
"S-sob… I'm sorry…"
Slap!
One more crack of my palms across her ass—a signal to do it properly—rang out through the bathroom.
Creak, creak…
"Yes, fuck yes…! Ahhk! Ahhuuu—uugh!!"
"Feels that good, you fucking slut? My cock's that good, huh!?"
"Ahhk! Yes! It's so good! Your cock's got my pussy dripping, oppa! Hahh! Pound my sloppy cunt harder! Hnngh! I'm a bitch in heat! Punish my greedy, slobbering fuckhole more, please!!"
Having relocated from the bathroom, I was on the bed now, fist wound around the college girl's long hair like a leash, doggy-style, hammering my cock into her hole again and again. With her hair yanked back and her head forced up, she drooled shamelessly, eyes rolling white, selling the pleasure with total commitment—and I was unsatisfied.
Ah, this fucking bitch, she's recycling her lines from last time.
So when I told her to study up by watching some porn… tch.
The scene playing out was nearly identical to before, and it left a sour taste in my mouth, so I yanked her head back harder, brought my lips to her ear, and whispered.
"You remember those panties you lost a while back? I used them to jerk off. Soaked them in my cum until they were a total mess. I stroked myself slow and thick, imagining your naked body against the crotch of those panties that reeked of your scent~ So? Still pissed off about it? If you are, glare at me like you did in the hallway that time, you fucking bitch."
"Nooo―I looove it~! Thank you sooo much for using my pathetic little panties――ehehe!"
"Kikik! What a broken bitch… I tell her I got off into her own panties and she's over the moon, look at her, total whore… What the hell did I even fantasize about with a girl like this? Now that I've fucked her, it's just a loose, used-up pussy, tch."
"I'm soooorryyy――I'm sorry for being a loose-slut-pussy――hah hah!"
Even as the college girl made noises like an animal in rut, I steadily tracked the sensation of her hole gripping and squeezing my cock, and felt the pressure of my release slowly building.
"Getting close. Tighten up, raise your voice. Final sprint, let's go, you onahole bitch!"
"Ahhuhhk! Ahhk! Yes!! I love being stuffed with your cock! Filthy pussy! fucked-up pussy! sloppy pussy! Ahhhk! Cum for me, oppa!! Dump your load from your fat cockhead into my slut hole!!!"
Creak, creak, creak, creak…
"Ughk…"
As I crested the peak, the rhythm of my hips tightened, faster and faster, until it finally stopped altogether—and I spat the surging release deep inside her, nothing held back.
Releasing her hair, I lowered myself over her, seized that onahole's hips in both hands, rode out the aftershocks, then went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
"Churp, haaah… chuururp――churp, churp…"
As I lay there drowning in that languid, boneless exhaustion, the monster burrowed in between my legs and, exactly as I'd taught her, lovingly cleaned my cock with her mouth.
"Round six, oppa? How do you want it this time? How about verbal abuse? Haven't done that one yet, right? I could rape you while sneering at how pathetic you are—I even bought black panties and stockings for just the occasion!"
Too drained to answer, I flicked her off instead.
"Hm? That's it? Really? No mor—churp—more?"
"You fucking slut… that was number five. Five times, on Viagra…"
"Only five, though. Come on, enjoy my body a little more~ I feel so guilty about this part… you've done so much for me, oppa…"
Having finished her cleanup, the monster turned over and settled in beside me, face to face, and pulled on a sulky little frown. Had it been anyone but the monster, my heart might have skipped a beat—unfortunately, having watched her devour a human being in the mountains mere hours ago, no such sentiment was possible.
"Oppa… I've been thinking it over, and… I think I like you… Will you go out with me?"
"…What?"
I'd been staring blankly at the ceiling when those unbelievable words reached me out of nowhere, and I seriously doubted my own ears all over again.