Chapter 3. Egelina, the Frustrated Masturbation-Addicted Housewife (24) [2]
In truth, I was far hungrier than Egelina. She'd gone without for a few years at most, but me? Over a decade. And I couldn't even jerk off.
Splurt! Splurt!
"H-Huh... It's so... deeeep... Ahhhn! R-Right there in the depths!"
Every time I thrust up from missionary, her body jolted. Was it because she was a married woman who hadn't borne children yet? Or because she'd been neglected for so long? Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. An insane tightness, obsessive pressure. Like it was declaring it would never let go of a male it hadn't tasted in ages.
'Habak leaves a wife like this and hits the brothels?'
I got wanting to sample multiple women. This game, this world—it wasn't monogamous. If you had money and power, you could take as many wives as you wanted. Women with ability could snag multiple husbands too. Cheating among the elite wasn't a flaw; it was proof of prowess.
But that aside, abandoning a prime pussy like this? I knew he was a moron, but this was next-level idiocy.
Splurt! Splurt!
"Oh god, haaah! S-Sex... it's like this! Hnngh! Nothing like... with my husband...!"
I yanked her hips down, slamming my waist up, and she thrashed her head side to side, face flushed crimson, utterly lost.
"Haaang! Nn? Wh-What am I even... ahhnn~"
Every lewd moan escaped her lips, only for her to snap her mouth shut in shock—but it just turned into a sultrier nasal whine. She acted like a virgin discovering men, all shy and embarrassed, yet squeeze! Her legs locked around my waist like iron. Her hands gripped my wrists like handles. Obsessive pressure everywhere—hands, legs, pussy. Hell, she even timed her legs to pull me deeper with every thrust, lifting her hips to take me all in.
Prim and proper face, but a body that screamed slut. The contrast made me harder, but there was a problem.
In Heroes, there were three energies: Life, Stamina, Mana. Damage ate Life. Spells drained Mana. Effort sapped Stamina.
I was only Level 1. Every thrust guzzled stamina.
'Should've leveled up first.'
We'd barely started, and half my stamina was gone. At this rate, no satisfaction—just failure. Quest bust would hurt, but my male pride? Shattered.
Lost in that thought, my hips slowed.
"Hnnng... I-I can't hold back anymore..."
"Huh? Wha—?"
Egelina unwrapped her legs, shoved me flat on the bed, and mounted me. She started rocking her hips herself.
"M-Man... man! Haaang! Finally... inside me... a real man!"
Hands on my abs for leverage, she bounced her hips up and down. Eyes glazed, fully in heat.
"Ngh... Madam, how'd you endure it, acting this slutty?"
"A-Alone... I endured alone."
"How exactly? Tell me straight."
I pulled my hips back slightly—like I'd stop if she didn't spill.
Egelina blurted desperately, "I-I masturbated! Fingers alone... pinching my nipples, fingering my hole, tweaking the sensitive spots!"
"Sensitive spots meaning your clit?"
"Cli—? Wh-What?"
"This one."
I reached up, pinched her clit. Her back arched, head snapping back. Tongue lolling, she shuddered violently.
"Eeeek! Haaaang... Y-Yes! Right there!"
"How often?"
"E-Every day... all day long..."
"All day?"
"Y-Yes... From when my husband leaves in the morning till he returns at night... Every moment not doing chores..."
I'd thought she was just pent-up from neglect. But this? Hornier than a puberty-struck middle-school boy. Maybe Habak bailed because he couldn't handle her.
"Jerking off from dawn to dusk?"
Too unbelievable—I doubled down. Shock made my language crude.
"J-Jerk...? What's that?"
"Masturbating."
"Oh... Y-Yes, jerking off all day."
Her face flushed deeper—new word, but she caught the vulgar vibe. Yet relief washed over her too. Her pussy clenched harder. More force in her hip slams. Spilling her shameful secret to someone freeing her long-buried lust? Bliss. And the dirty talk cranked her excitement higher.
"Madam. When you fingered your pussy and pinched your clit, what'd you fantasize about?"
"Th-That was... g-getting taken by a man."
"By your husband?"
"N-No... By a strong hero candidate."
"Gently embraced? Or roughly fucked?"
"B-Both! Even me... fucking him! Hnngh!"
Her confessions soaked her face in ecstasy. Drunk on the sin of it all—the situation, her filthy fantasies, the dirty talk.
"Wh-When shopping at the market, seeing candidates... I'd imagine getting pounded hard, then rush home to jerk off!"
"Jerk off" was sticking now. So slutty, yet so innocent. Filling that gap felt deliciously taboo.
"Madam! Such a slut! No guilt toward your husband?"
"N-None... Not sorry at all! Haaaah!"
A flicker of something dark—marital baggage. That portrait smile looked forced, painter's fake. Not the time to pry.
I stroked her tits upward. Her movements intensified. Body arched for more, slamming down harder—bliss spiked for me too.
"Ngh, gonna cum!"
No pregnancy risk—off. I gripped her tits like handles, bucked up, and unloaded.
'Ah, perfection!'
Skin-shivering orgasm rocked me—then stamina hit zero. Couldn't move.
"S-Something's wrong! Inside... it's weird, eeeek! Weird... inside... C-Candidate! Candidateee!"
Egelina convulsed wildly. Her pussy, still devouring my cock, spasmed and clenched. With each squeeze, clear fluid squirted from her urethra like a fountain.
That instant.
Experience gained!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
'Levels skyrocketing like this?'
In Heroes, EXP came from all sorts. NPC sex counted too. Quest incomplete—this was pure sex EXP. Five levels at once? Insane. Past life, Level 6 took over two days. Opponents higher level gave more EXP, sure—but from Level 1? Overkill.
'...Not your average villager, huh?'
Blood rushing south had clouded my head, but yeah... All-day masturbation? Not normal. That stamina hinted at some hidden backstory.
"Wh-What... was that? My mind just... blanked out. And I... did I offend you?"
She collapsed onto me, face dazed. First orgasm ever, clearly.
'Habak... what a fucking loser.'
Pretty face, killer body, total babe—why neglect her?
I explained orgasms.
"Th-That's a climax...? I had no idea."
Her gaze sharpened—not at me, at Habak's portrait. Like, You never even told me this? Then it softened back to me, hunger reigniting.
"Um... Candidate. To forgive my husband's failings... isn't once not enough?"
"Way not enough, Madam."
Leveled up—stamina refilled. Ready for round two.
Pent-up lust aside, can't pass up an EXP fountain like this after one go.
I hardened again, and we tumbled back into it.
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Low levels meant cumming drained me dry. But her climax flooded me with EXP, leveling me up.
Rinse, repeat. How many times? Intimate mingling revealed truths.
"Sion's cock-juice is so hot!"
She lit up at vulgar words—especially spitting them herself.
"Husband can't even knock on my baby-cunt's door!"
I taught her every dirty term I knew.
"Hnnng... Ram me deeper with that mega-cock! Stretch this married pussy to your size!"
"Then hubby won't feel a thing if he tries."
"D-Don't care! Don't need him... I'll jerk off thinking of you forever... Pound and mark meeee!"
What a waste my past life was—no vulgarity. My vocab was basic. Google later?
For now, "Gonna cum!"
"Eeeeek! Cumming, cumming! Squirt my pussy-juice like a slut againnn!"
Creampie again. She climaxed, squirting. Frog-legged, her pussy oozed my thick white cum.
"That's enough for now."
"Haa... haa... Y-Yes..."
Sun had set. Time to clean before Habak returned.