Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: What Am I Supposed to Do If You're More Womanly Than a Woman?
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How many times was it?
Just how many times had I cum?
Pleasure eroded my thoughts, turning my brain to mush.
"Ooooh...! Oh...! Nnghoooooh...!!"
I screamed in a voice so filthy it would tarnish my status as the next Magic Tower Master.
It was on the level of a beast's howl.
What could I do?
These weren't sounds I chose to make.
The princess pinned me down with her weight.
Her rock-hard chest muscles, like armor plating, flattened my soft, yielding breasts.
The stark contrast in textures filled me with defeat.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
My juices churned with the friction, turning sticky like dough.
Every shake of the princess's hips tangled them into sticky webs between our lower bellies.
"Haa... haa..."
Her ragged breaths tickled my nape.
At some point, even her words had vanished.
Instead, she just panted like this, slamming her hips wildly.
Like a male pouring everything into impregnating this female, the princess ravaged my sopping pussy with her cock, stirring it into a mess.
"Hnggh...! Hngooooh...! Kk, kyaaaaahhh!!!"
Another crashing wave of climax.
No matter that it was the curse's doing—my stupid pussy gobbled up the pleasure greedily.
The real danger?
The intervals between orgasms were shrinking.
She hadn't cum even once yet, but I'd already gone over the edge multiple times.
Aaah...
With each peak, my inner cosmos unfolded.
Stars twinkled in a churning black sea as a magic circle surfaced.
That horrific, loathsome curse magic circle.
A new line filled in on the uterus-shaped glyph at one corner.
...I'm screwed.
25 lines.
19 added in just one fuck.
And it wasn't over yet.
More would pile on from here.
A woman's pleasure doesn't end with one orgasm.
While thrashing in the torrent, you'd taste several more.
Each time I squirted, I'd cum three to five times in a row.
I had to end this now.
"Haaah... P-Princesss... Uuugh... Prin... cesss..."
I rolled my melted tongue desperately to call out to her.
"F-Faaast... Faaast... Ooooh...! Cum... Hng... Cum, cum insiiiide meee...♡"
Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!
Her movements grew even rougher.
Her weight crushed my lungs—I could barely breathe.
My throat felt strangled, even without hands around it.
I flailed, then wrapped my limbs around the princess.
I hooked my legs around her waist.
Not because I wanted to.
It was the female breeding instinct kicking in.
Pulling my womb closer to receive the male's seed.
"Lady Withbel."
The princess lifted her face from my nape.
Her golden eyes, blazing with heated lust, gazed down at me.
My reflection shone in those jewel-like pupils.
The face of a female. A bitch in heat.
No angle made me look anything but woman, female.
"Suck it all up with your womb."
"Y-Yes... Yes... Aaah...!"
Under that coercive gaze squeezing my heart, I nodded instinctively.
I clamped my legs tighter around her.
Lifted my heavy hips.
Pressed my womb flush against the cock wrecking my insides.
Spurt! Splurt!
Moments later, hot fluid forced its way past my cervix into my womb.
I knew what it was without checking.
Cum.
As the princess unleashed her load, my womb slurped it up greedily, contracting hungrily.
I'm a man...
I swear I'm a man...
Yet as my womb swelled full and heavy with semen, ecstasy overtook me.
"Haaaaaaaah...!!!!"
Another orgasm.
The cum caressed my womb's depths.
That caress triggered five more climaxes in succession.
30 lines.
My body was so frail.
What a pathetic pussy.
How many times would this thing make me cum in one fuck?
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
Tears of rapturous joy as a female.
And tears of a male drifting further away.
"Wha...?"
I felt the semen sloshing in my womb when the magic circle changed.
The pink circle bleached pure white.
It radiated light, melting away the lines filling the uterus glyph.
30... 29... 28...
The white light faded.
Back to its original pink.
And the 30 lines? Down to 20.
No way.
I tried to guess the reason, but my consciousness blacked out completely.
The world went dark.
The Imperial Palace in flames.
The stench of blood assaulting my nose.
Corridors littered with corpses like trash.
The castle symbolizing victory had become the Empire's graveyard.
"Aaah..."
I let out a hollow sigh of despair.
...Failed again.
How many times was this?
I thought this time it'd work.
Things had gone smoothly for once.
I'd dared hope I could escape this damned tragedy.
But no.
Hopes always betray you.
"Ha, haha... This is exhausting."
My sword hand trembled.
Watching the one you love die dozens of times was torture.
A wonder my brain hadn't shattered yet.
Or had it?
"When the hell does this end...?"
I wanted peace.
Could I just give up everything and close my eyes?
'Princess!'
But closing them brought his smile.
'Gasp, you did it in one go? You're incredible!'
I knew it wasn't that impressive.
'Wow, you're really giving this to me? Thank you. I'd wanted this magic tool forever.'
He already had one.
'The sea? Love the sea.'
While terrified of it.
'I'm not cold at all. You wear it, Princess.'
Lips blue from the chill.
'How could I dare become your lover?'
When he'd fallen first.
'You have to live, Princess!'
While wanting to live himself.
'Go on ahead. I'll catch up soon.'
Knowing he wouldn't.
'I'll hold them off. I trained as a knight when I was young.'
Couldn't even swing a wooden sword properly.
'I'm fine.'
When he wasn't.
What an infuriating man.
That idiot always thinking only of me.
His own joy.
His own sorrow.
Even his desires.
Pushing it all aside for me, blindly.
For that fool.
For the future I wanted with him.
"How could I give up?"
I dragged my weary body toward the audience chamber.
Splash. Splash.
The blood rose higher the closer I got.
Soon up to my ankles.
Body parts floated amid it.
"..."
The old me would've vomited in terror, but now I felt nothing.
Splash.
I reached the audience chamber.
Heartless corpses prostrated themselves.
Heads yanked off, spines dangling, hung on the walls.
A few familiar faces among them.
"My, my."
At the chamber's end.
A woman on the throne eyed me.
Her bronze skin glistened as she chewed a heart with a flick of her tongue.
Drip.
Guts tumbled from her sharp teeth.
She curled her lips in a chilling smile.
"I showed you mercy, and here you are again?"
How many times this conversation?
I'd lost count.
Didn't matter.
"Your lover was delicious. Talented mages always are."
She tore into the heart I'd recognized, flaunting it.
"Sorry for him, but thank you. His research let me become whole."
"..."
"Tell him thanks in the next life."
"Ha."
I laughed dryly and raised my sword high.
"Failed again, but next time I'll succeed."
"What?"
"See you, bitch."
Stab!
I plunged the blade into my throat.
Cold steel grated flesh.
The world twisted.
Clang!
A massive clock ticked backward.
Time accelerated in reverse.
The dead revived, only to die again.
The story restarted.
"Haa...?!"
Vera's eyes snapped open.
Darkness.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains in the pitch black.
It gently caressed a woman's face.
Pink-haired woman.
Sleeping soundly, utterly at peace.
Seeing her face calmed Vera's pounding heart.
"Haa... Just a dream."
Damn it.
Even my dreams were cursed like this.
No.
Not a dream. A memory.
Some past.
Or future.
A near yet distant memory—I'd lost count.
Vera leaned back on the pillow.
Muscle aches everywhere.
Body heavy, stamina drained.
Partly from the nightmare, but mostly from pinning down the writhing Esther—twisting her waist wildly to hold her still—and pounding away.
"I remember..."
The final creampie was clear.
After that? Blackout.
First time inside a woman's pussy.
Always the one being held, but holding her felt amazing.
Personally, topping suited her better.
And the satisfaction of finally giving him—always holding back out of consideration—the full pleasure he deserved? Immense.
...This is what he wanted.
But he was too pure, too kind. Impossible in any world.
"What am I supposed to do if you're more womanly than a woman? Haha."
Vera pulled the unconscious, soundly sleeping Esther into her arms.
Her warm, soft body fit perfectly.
She slid a hand down, gently stroking the plump ass.
"Sorry in advance."
Kissed her crown.
A rich feminine scent wafted up.
"In this world, Lady Withbel, you won't achieve your dream."
I'll make sure of it.
"But instead... don't die. Stay by my side. Even if you do... I'll take your place."
No matter how many worlds shifted, Esther always said the same at the end.
'...Please live.'
Sorry, but this time, I won't let you say it.
I'll beg you to live first.
If one of us must sacrifice...
"I won't let you go."
Vera hugged Esther tight with strong arms.
In the darkness, her golden eyes flashed with fierce obsession.