The Pregnant Returnee

Episode 89

After mentally distancing the unpredictable madwoman from my list of potential travel companions, I turned my gaze to Tirpe.

Her eyes were always sharp and cunning, as if constantly scheming—sinister in their own way.

And then there were times when her gaze grew dull and clouded, as if losing focus—terrifying in an entirely different manner.

Judging solely by her obedient nature and abilities, she was an unparalleled partner.

But even if I, deep down, understood her circumstances and had forgiven her, others wouldn't be so generous.

-...So the time for us to part is coming soon...

Tirpe... intends to go her separate way from me.

Unseen by me, Tirpe rested her hand against her swollen belly as if leaning into it.

『The fetus sympathizes with its mother's sorrow.』

I swept back my bangs—unfairly caught in the crossfire—and shifted the topic.

"Come to think of it, there was something about an 『Overlord』. I have a rough idea, but not the details. Could you explain it properly? You're the one who got the Outer Dimension Circuit from that Wanderer, after all."

The original owner of the 『Outer Dimension Circuit』—acknowledged by Maltaira, who was more sensitive to 'change' than anyone.

If I had known such a circuit existed, I would've extorted it out of her immediately, but Wanderers were incomprehensible creatures.

At any rate, Tirpe's expression darkened at the mention of the Overlord.

"...Truthfully, my memories are hazy. The Overlord is an unfathomable existence, and the Wanderer who suddenly appeared before me was equally enigmatic. I only met them by chance while wandering the Outer Dimension after sustaining severe injuries."

My eyebrow twitched.

"And they just handed over the Outer Dimension Circuit?"

Tirpe nodded with clouded eyes, her hands clasped tightly together.

"......Yes. They appeared out of nowhere, transferred the skill to me, and vanished. With a voice I couldn't even place as male or female... they left only the words, 'Do not let it be taken.'"

...Do not let it be taken?

"That—that was the entirety of my encounter with the Overlord."

An oddly unsettling statement. Were they aware of me?

Unlikely.

Still, to just hand over an engine and circuit anyone would covet?

It didn't make sense.

But after meticulously reading even Tirpe's subconscious, I confirmed it was undeniably true.

That was the full extent of the connection between Tirpe and the Overlord.

"...Anyway, the storm has stopped."

Tirpe turned her head to the side as if avoiding my gaze.

The tremors in the cave had ceased. The sound of rain battering the cave from outside was gone.

I nodded, then rose from where I'd been sitting.

With my right hand, I grabbed at the air as if seizing something—and yanked hard.

Instantly, Tirpe's chest, which had been resting demurely on her knees, jerked violently upward.

"Ahhk—!"

A translucent piercing embedded in her nipple.

The chain connected to it materialized in my grasp as a 『Semi-Spirit Form』.

"Haa...!"

Tirpe's cheeks flushed with excitement as she shot me a sultry glance. She had truly grown into a fine bitch—one who could now seduce even males with her lewd gaze.

The thin stockings peeking through the slit at her hips rubbed furtively against her inner thighs. Her pussy, desperate to take my cock, had soaked not just her panties but even her stockings thoroughly.

Every woman's cunt gets wet around me without fail. A fact so obvious it hardly bears mentioning.

Yank—

I pulled harshly on the piercing skewering her nipple.

Tirpe flinched, then stuck out her tongue cutely and crawled toward me slowly, like a dog.

"Oh. Noona. You've really started to look the part of a bitch now. You've worked hard. Good girl."

"Nn, yes!"

Tirpe's face had twisted into the obscene visage of a bitch in heat.

True to her nature as a Fallen Angel, her breasts—though hanging low—retained their shape beautifully. I rewarded her by patting them approvingly. Her eyes narrowed in pleasure.

My gaze drifted to her swaying hips.

A black skirt etched with arcane patterns draped over her lewd ass, its folds accentuating the shape of her obscene curves.

Perhaps because the fabric gathered tightly around her cleft, the outline of her ass and thighs—wrapped in sheer pantyhose—was subtly exposed.

I took my time admiring her before raising my palm.

"...!"

Tirpe's face tensed. But as my hand descended, her expression melted into one of eager anticipation.

Smack—!

My palm struck hard, sending her plump flesh rippling violently. Through the thin fabric, I could feel her taut ass muscles trembling as if reaching climax.

"Haaauuuh...!?"

Her eyes were half-lidded, the last remnants of shame seemingly evaporated.

Her face contorted into an unsightly grimace, biting down hard as if she were a Returnee on the verge of passing out. Drool spilled from the corner of her slack mouth.

She raised her trembling head and gazed at me with desperate longing.

Even after being shamefully spanked on the ass, heart-shaped pupils shimmered vividly in her eyes.

"Hyaaah... M-more, hit me more..."

Her face was that of a woman utterly corrupted by love.

『Tirpe's Affection Level: $%& / 100』

『Erogenous Zones - Nipples, areolae, breasts, stomach, collarbone, pubic mound, clitoris, vaginal entrance, vaginal canal, cervix, anus, rectum, labia majora, labia minora, urethra, armpits, buttocks, feet, ankles, calves, pelvis, waist, entire thighs, nape, lips, esophagus, shoulders—all developed by Park Si-hyun』

『Sexual Orientation - Extreme Depraved Sadism (S) → Extreme Depraved Masochism (M)』

『Fetish - Park ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Si-hyun (fixed)』

『Sexual Fantasies - Being raped by Park Si-hyun, humiliation by Park Si-hyun, sadistic torment by Park Si-hyun』

『Arousal Level - 100%』

『Key Seduction Point - "......", just fuck her.

But don't forget.

She, too, is waiting for her chance to strike.』

I slipped my index finger between the exposed cleavage of the Fallen Angel's dress. The plush flesh of her breasts, pushed aside before bouncing back, warmly enveloped my finger.

Tirpe clenched her chest with one arm, squeezing my finger between her soft mounds with a mischievous smirk.

In return—

"Kkhh...?!"

The 「Semi-Spirit Form」 dildos embedded deep inside Tirpe's pussy and ass vibrated. Just like Park Ha-rin's, I had crafted them myself. I'd have to make some for Kang So-eun and Kim Seon-hwa later too.

"Hyaaaak...!"

Squelch, squish.

Her ass, reeking of female arousal, trembled violently. Her thighs rubbed together helplessly, her expression already on the verge of climax as she clung to me and whimpered:

"P-put it in... q-quick... Ehemann (husband)."

Though she shook her plump rear enticingly as she begged, I simply watched, unmoving.

Frustrated, Tirpe grabbed at my pants with impatient hands, hastily pulling out my cock.

Thwack!

"Ah...!"

A massive shadow loomed over the elegant Fallen Angel's face.

"Haaah...!"

Tirpe inhaled the musk of my shaft as if entranced, lovingly licking from the base all the way to the tip.

"Hwup..."

Then, greedily, she took it into her mouth. Her tongue lashed obscenely against the glans, swirling it in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saliva before pushing deeper, until the tip hit the back of her throat.

Yet even as she trembled, Tirpe didn't stop her other hand from plunging into her pantyhose-clad pussy. Gripping the base of my cock with one hand, she devotedly swallowed me down to her esophagus.

"Schlurp, schlurp. Hnnngh..."

Her eyes rolled back as she masturbated herself into a light orgasm.

After nearly three months of fucking me, her body had learned to chase pleasure on its own.

If I peered through her dress, I could see more traces of the 「Semi-Spirit Form」 at work.

『Skill: 「Tortoise Shell Binding Art <Normal (2.3%)>」』

Invisible chains lewdly bound Tirpe's entire body.

Her firm breasts were cinched into a hexagonal shape, while her pussy and asshole were forced to grind together by the fine, tortoise-shell-patterned chains of the 「Semi-Spirit Form」.

Zzziiing—

Additional chains formed from the crossed restraints on her back. When I yanked the leash in my hand—

"Hhhyueep!?"

Her cow-like tits squeezed together as intended by the binding. Her pussy and asshole, stimulated by the taut chains, made her back arch violently. Her cunt convulsed wildly, splattering copious amounts of slick arousal through her pantyhose.

"Huh? What's this? Noona, you barely drink any water, so why is there so much liquid gushing out down here? Don't tell me Fallen Angels absorb moisture through their lower half?"

"Hhheeuuup, uuuh...!"

Tirpe's eyes widened impossibly, too lost in orgasm to answer. All she could do was quiver her massive ass.

"Uuueegh...!"

Not that she could speak anyway, with her mouth stuffed full of cock, gaping uselessly. I smirked down at her as she writhed in aftershocks.

"Noona. Guess you don't need to drink anything down there anymore."

Still trembling, Tirpe barely managed to spit out my cock, her eyes unfocused.

"Hhhnngh... N-no..."

With a dazed, slack-jawed expression, she hastily spread her legs into an M-shape.

She bit her own skirt to hold it up, frantically tearing her stockings open with her hands. Her soaked panties were shoved aside, and she pried her labia apart with sticky fingers.

Squelch.

The pink, glistening hole pulsed rhythmically with each breath-like contraction, dripping with arousal.

"P-Put it in... your cock... hurry...."

"What if I don't?"

"J-Just... do it...!"

"Am I really allowed to fuck a pregnant pussy like this?"

"It's your hole...! Just shove it in...!!"

Her eyes were already glazing over, teetering on the edge of delirium.

A sense of urgency gripped me, and I seized her hips, plunging my cock in without hesitation.

"Haaah!?"

The torn stockings clung to her skin as my thighs slapped against hers in a wet, rhythmic crash.

Deep inside her soaked cunt, my cock buried itself to the hilt.

Tirpe's head snapped back violently.

"Ahaaah!"

Finally, her expression brightened—her pussy welcoming me with eager, clenching folds.

Her tits bounced wildly beneath her dress, unrestrained. Eyes tightly shut, she rocked her hips in time with my thrusts, making sure every stroke squeezed just right.

"Hahh, haaah! Y-You... fuck, this is—nghh, haaah...!!"

I groped her torn stockings before grabbing her ankles and flipping her onto her side. Gasping, she offered no resistance, her dazed face slack as she presented her ass to me.

I drove into her again, this time in a prone position, spreading her cheeks wide.

"Hahh, haaah, haaang! I-I'm gonna... d-die... s-slow... down... please...!"

"Sis. Your asshole's clenching again. Can I put it in there too?"

"Hnnggh... hahh, hiiik! F-Fuck me... anywhere...! Just don't stop...!"

Even in the throes of mindless fucking, her depraved nature shone through.

"Pfft. Sis, you're pregnant, y'know? Won't you be in trouble if someone sees you like this later?"

"I-I don't care...! Shut up and just... fuck me...!"

A sadistic streak always slipped out when she got this desperate. Never failed to amuse me.

"Haaauuugh...! M-My womb... no... I-I'm... c-cumming...!"

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The pathetic whimpers of a fallen angel reduced to nothing but a breeding bitch.

I yanked her wrists back, slamming my hips against her ass without mercy. Her stockings stretched taut with each impact, splattering her juices everywhere.

Soon, her pupils dilated to their limit—overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Ooough, haaah, ghhh!?"

A bestial scream tore from her throat, something unimaginable from her usual refined self.

I buried myself even deeper, crushing her ass as my cock reached the depths of her womb. Her insides seared around me, gushing even more obscenely.

"Ahhhngh...!?"

Her face had completely melted, slack-jawed and panting like a sow in heat.

"Hiiik?! S-Stop! I-I'm breaking... I'm breaking...!"

She thrashed wildly, her head lolling like a wild horse's. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes rolled back.

"C-Cumming, cumming, cumming...! Hhhaaaaahhh...!!?"

Her tongue lolled out, her expression twisted into a lewd, gaping ahegao.

"—!!"

A violent squirt erupted from her gaping hole, splattering everywhere as her thighs convulsed. Her entire body trembled, drenched in sweat as she seized in ecstasy.

I reached my limit too, ramming deep and flooding her womb with cum. Her pussy and ass twitched violently, milking me for every last drop.

"Heeehhk, hiiik..."

Meanwhile, Tirpe—now thoroughly bred—was lost in euphoria, her eyes rolled back in bliss.

"Tch. Even after hundreds of creampies, you're still this tight."

At least I'd properly disciplined her before we left this place.

From now on, Tirpe would never defy my cock again.

I gave her trembling, reddened ass a light slap. The impact jostled her stretched asshole, making her twitch even harder.

"Sis, you look so happy."

"Heeehh..."

Doubt she even heard me.

But judging by the utterly ruined expression on the fallen angel's face, she was happy.

Just then—

[You... really are... a battle-crazed... ape...]

A hoarse voice echoed from the cave's entrance.

I pulled my cock out with a wet pop, watching as thick ropes of cum bubbled up before gushing out of her gaping hole.

I turned toward the voice.

"Finally done?"

From the shifting shadows where light particles flickered—

A pale, glowing foot stepped forward first.

Above it, a humanoid silhouette gradually revealed itself.

But this was no human.

A Wanderer, nearly indistinguishable from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one.

[Now... we can go... to the Obelisk of Origin...]

Maltaira, bound in tortoiseshell restraints.

[I will... guide you.]

The kind-hearted Wanderer who had become the victim of my skill.

[Return... to Earth.]