Chapter 81 22. Tirpe (6)
Tirpe (6)
Episode 82
129th Regression.
For Tirpe, who had tediously repeated the same routines over and over, most "stimuli" had long since dulled. Nothing ever felt new, and even death held no special thrill when her abilities were intact.
So why...
"Haahhhn?!"
...was something this vulgar more intense than death itself?
It felt as though her deadened senses were regenerating, awakening anew. Her entire body trembled in ecstatic shock, overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sensation. Tirpe couldn't gather her thoughts.
"Haaahhn?!"
Could it be that the act of creating life was more overwhelming than even the most dizzying death?
She didn't know.
The throbbing pleasure between her legs was too overpowering to think about anything else.
It was even more mind-numbing than the sensation of her cells rupturing one by one as she died.
A dizzying pleasure, as though she were losing herself entirely, swept through her mind.
Even as a regressor who had experienced countless battles, this kind of stimulation was a first. That only made it more disorienting. It was more shocking, more intense than anything she had ever felt before. And it didn't seem like she would ever get used to it.
"Haaah, more, more...!"
She had always thought men who lusted after women's bodies were repulsive, yet here she was, willingly presenting her rear to a male, offering herself up. The very creature she had instinctively avoided was now violently spreading and defiling her most intimate place.
But her body was already burning beyond control, her breath growing even more ragged.
Every time his cock thrust into her, stars burst behind her eyes, sending her spiraling into euphoria.
"Kkhhaaahhk?!"
Right now, she was nothing more than a bitch presenting her ass to a male, begging for his seed.
The same woman who had been an executioner to some, a saint to others, a hero and even a demon king—was now moaning in pleasure as a male's cock pierced her.
But she couldn't help it.
"Hey, noona. Later, we'll have to regenerate your hymen too. Gotta break your second virginity."
"Uhh, nn, nn!"
The man violating her was someone no woman could possibly resist.
Just being held by him once would make any woman envious. He was more beautiful, more seductive than any man she had ever seen.
His deep voice alone was enough to make her body melt, and his face was so captivating that she felt herself falling the moment she laid eyes on it.
Whenever she saw his rippling muscles, her entire body burned with desire, craving his genes deep inside her.
"Haaahh, hhhuuhh...!"
So she was lucky—lucky to be the one swapping tongues with him like some pervert.
But... if he entered the Tower, he would be the center of attention for every woman. And then, someone as gloomy and fierce-looking as her would be completely forgotten.
The thought made her chest ache.
That was why—
"Haaahh, S-Si-hyun-ssi, d-do you... love me...?"
As her ass was being pounded relentlessly from behind, Tirpe turned her head and asked pitifully.
Park Si-hyun paused mid-thrust, gripping her hips. He stared at her face for a moment before responding with an ambiguous expression.
"That's why I'm fucking you, isn't it?"
"......."
What a cruel man. Someone as flawless as him had no reason to feel any attachment to a woman.
No matter how roughly he treated them, women could never break free from him.
Because he gave them beauty and pleasure beyond what they could ever hope for.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, everything about him—his looks, his presence—was being imprinted deep into her female instincts.
So no woman could possibly refuse him.
In that case... she needed a surefire weapon to keep him, something more powerful than any woman who would cling to him in the future.
〈Tirpe's Affection Level — 100/100〉
Tirpe's eyes darkened with an unsettling intensity.
"Haaahhht...!"
She clenched her muscles around him, squeezing him inside her.
She wanted him to look at her, just a little—but—
"Whoa, noona. You've got some skills."
"Eh...?"
Something was wrong—
But before she could even finish that thought—
THUD!
"Ughhk?!"
His cock slammed upward, knocking the consciousness right out of her. And as he grew even more excited, he tormented her pussy even harder.
#
"Nngh, ahh, haaahh, hhaaahh...?"
Tirpe's eyes shot open in disbelief. Her expression was beyond vacant—it was as if she had abandoned her humanity entirely.
Her womb was swollen full of my cum, and her freshly creampied pussy twitched uncontrollably.
Then, from between her burning thighs, a golden stream gushed out.
Splsshh—
It was a squirt, soaking my lower body as I blocked her pussy. I'd lost count of how many times she'd done this already.
Either way, the stimulation from her squirting sent her oversensitive pussy straight back to climax.
"Hhh..."
Her face melted into that of a depraved bitch, lost in rapture, her muscles slackening beyond repair.
It was a pitiful sight—her impaled on my cock, showing the very depths of human degradation.
Her lower body was sticky with the stench of piss, thick cum, and her own arousal. I released her thighs from the scissor hold and ran my hands over her stockings, drenched in sweat, piss, cum, and her juices. The bare skin of her thighs trembled violently.
When I pulled my cock out of her dripping slit—
GLOOP.
The cum packed inside her womb gushed out from the gaping hole.
In the midst of it all, her face slackened even further as she came lightly again. Her mind completely blank, she could only stare emptily into space.
"Finally feeling refreshed, huh?"
I grabbed her sweat-slicked breasts and gave them a light squeeze.
"Haaahh..."
True to her drenched skin, they were sticky and hot. Steam rose from her still-throbbing pussy, mingling with the cum leaking out.
Thud.
Her legs, completely drained of strength, collapsed to the side. A continuous stream of semen spilled from Tirpe's widely spread thighs. The swollen, crimson labia peeked faintly through the cascading white—so thoroughly stretched that they remained slightly parted.
I scratched my head awkwardly as I looked at Tirpe, sprawled out with her face stuck in an ahegao expression.
"Was I too rough...?"
#
Her consciousness, scattered from repeated climaxes, slowly returned.
"Hng...?"
Her fluttering eyelids opened. The tattered remains of her Fallen Angel garments were gone—she was completely naked.
"Huh?"
Her breasts, still flushed with lingering heat, were pressed against an entirely different texture of skin.
Firm, masculine muscles with rugged contours.
Tirpe realized she was lying on the cave floor, tangled in Park Si-hyun's arms as he slept.
"!"
The moment his musky scent filled her nose, her womb throbbed in delight.
Her face burned as she recalled the thick shaft that had just stretched her insides to the limit. Without realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together, and a fresh trickle of arousal seeped from her hollowed entrance.
"......."
Carefully, she studied Park Si-hyun's sleeping face. Just looking at him made her heart flutter and her head spin.
Tirpe had just been beneath him. She had taken all of his desire into her most sacred place. The proof of it was still dripping down her thighs now. She hooked a leg over him, pulling herself closer.
"So warm..."
Every moment with him was being painted in warmth. Time flowed differently now than it ever had before.
'Was I... lonely?'
A solitude she hadn't even realized she carried. The loneliness of never being understood, no matter what she did. No—more than that, the mere thought of being apart from him made her inexplicably sad, and being with him made her happier than anything.
A man she wanted to stay with forever.
As that thought settled in her mind, Tirpe's gaze darkened.
...I can't let anyone take him from me.
There will never be another man like this.
I have to make him mine.
Her true feelings spilled out from the depths of her subconscious. The more she basked in his ecstasy, the more terrified she became of losing him. Her vision blurred, her pupils trembling. Her head spun. But she tried to endure it. She didn't even deserve to be by his side—
.........Shut up.
......A regressor can do anything.
...I've never failed to take what I wanted.
"Ugh, uuuaaah...!"
Obsessive thoughts rampaged through her skull.
She writhed in Park Si-hyun's arms for a long moment before finally going still. Then, the light of humanity faded from her eyes. A bored, listless gaze—one that held no interest in anything except Park Si-hyun.
"Hff, ha, haha, hahaha...!"
Laughing like a seasoned murderer, she licked his cheek.
"Haa... Park Si-hyun. I love you. The Park Si-hyun who forgave me. I'll—"
Then she slid his cock between her thighs.
#
Huh...?
The moment I opened my eyes, the situation had taken a bizarre turn.
"Haaahng, haaang!"
Tirpe was bouncing her breasts clumsily, rocking her hips atop me.
She had climbed onto me while I was asleep, impaling herself to the hilt.
"Haaahng, haa...!"
Looking closely, her lewd gaze and entire demeanor had shifted. If before she had seemed submissive, now she wore the expression of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
"...You're awake?"
I was slightly taken aback.
'What the hell?'
I tried to read Tirpe, who was now looking down shyly.
Her drowsy eyes were half-lidded as she gazed at me, drunk with lust.
Still speared on my cock, she clenched down hard.
"Nngh..."
With the aura of a seasoned older woman, Tirpe suddenly hugged me tightly.
"I missed you. The whole time. I was waiting for you to wake up, sucking on your cock with my lower lips. I was dreaming of you—who were you rolling around with?"
Her glossy eyes demanded an answer. This was probably Tirpe's true nature, unrestrained—a mental disorder bursting forth after being suppressed for so long.
"Your personality did a complete 180—"
"Shut up...! Just answer me!"
Tirpe's eyes flared as she grabbed my jaw. Then, delighted by the sight of my face, she pressed her lips to mine. I let her lead, our tongues clumsily tangling.
"You'll stay with me forever, right? You won't look at any other woman, only me..."
There was even a faint glint of murderous intent in her eyes now... She was practically a second Park Ha-rin. Or maybe a discount version of the Lord of Corpses.
"Because... I was just a naive nun who knew nothing about men, but because of you... I lost my virginity... Look..."
With eyes that seemed to have rotted away, Tirpe pointed at her stomach. She ran a hand over the slight swell.
"I think I might be pregnant."
Tears welled up as she clung to me desperately, trembling with insecurity. After sobbing for a while, she finally looked down at me with exhausted eyes.
"Come to think of it, we haven't tried this yet."
She pulled my cock out of her pussy, shuddering slightly. Then, she pressed the slick tip against her puckered entrance. A wicked smile curled her lips.
"If you take this too, you'll have all of my firsts."
Her eyes glazed over with anticipation, her expression unreadable.
"...Don't abandon me. I'll follow you forever. Even if you throw me away, I'll— You're my first and last man."
"...Hey. I get it. Let's just stick it in first and talk later."
Her gaze was dark enough to swallow light whole.
I forced an awkward smile under that venomous stare.
「Tirpe's Affection Level: $%&/100」
Because her affection level was dangerously, insanely high.
For now, I'd just observe.
「Female Corruption is in progress.」
This'll be fun.
The mark on Tirpe's womb glowed brighter.