Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: 037. You're My Exclusive Semen Pouch
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"Huuu...."
Vera let out a ragged breath as she slowly pulled her hips back.
Squuuuuelch.
The pink inner walls of the pussy clung stickily to her cock, dragging out reluctantly.
Pop!
With a clear, cork-popping sound like uncorking wine, she pulled out.
"Hngh.... Uu...."
Ester's body trembled and shook, her brain melted by overwhelming pleasure she couldn't handle.
Even face-down, her plump ass jiggled like pudding, proudly perky.
Blubblubblub.
White fluid bubbled from her pussy, which fluttered trying to return to its original shape.
It couldn't narrow easily after being battered by something as thick as Vera's forearm.
Drip drip.
Wide open, it let the semen melted by her body heat trickle out in streams.
"Impressive volume, as expected."
Thanks to her huge cock, the cum came out like piss.
Considering how long the ejaculation lasted, Ester's womb must be swollen with it.
Even now, with her ass raised, it was overflowing—case closed.
"Hmm.... Should I go again?"
Her cock was still rock-hard.
Even after unloading that massive load, it remained rigid and tense.
"This is so unfair."
While Ester climaxed nearly ten times, Vera had only tasted it once.
"How pathetic can you be?"
Squelch, squelch.
She scooped up the streaming cum with her fingers and pushed it back into the pussy hole.
Vera peered calmly into the depths of the hole.
Pink flesh stained white.
Swollen, taut inner folds.
The lewdest hole in the world.
Drip drip.
"You're such a sloppy mess."
She carefully squeezed Ester's spread labia majora shut.
Still, cum leaked out through the tiny gaps.
Just like cream spilling from a cream puff stuffed full.
"I want to go again, but...."
She held back.
Could she really push her beloved for her own pleasure?
It wasn't her place to say, after slapping that ass and pounding like a beast—but that was Lady Withbel's fault for having such a tempting rear.
From a man's perspective, a woman's round, plump ass was designed to stir lust.
She hadn't realized it as a woman.
Would anyone get turned on by someone staring at their own ass?
It would just feel creepy.
"Besides."
Vera's gaze slowly traveled upward.
It landed on her breasts.
Even pressed down, they spilled to the sides.
What a sinful body.
Huge tits.
Huge ass.
Every element that drove men insane with desire.
And a beautiful face to top it off.
"Time to rotate the guards."
They'd gotten too close over the past month.
Exchanging morning greetings every day and all.
Greetings were fine, but....
She hated it.
Lady Withbel smiling and greeting other men—it rubbed her wrong.
"Don't go charming other guys."
Smack.
"Hngk...."
She gave the cheeky ass a light spank.
One person repeats the world dozens of times for her sake, while she casually flirts with knights, grinning like an idiot.
"Haa...."
Vera sighed wearily and lay down beside Ester.
"Appreciate how hard I'm trying."
She pulled Ester tightly into her arms.
She wanted to tell her.
About the future.
But she couldn't.
That was the constraint of a regressor who turned back time.
Try to convey the future, and it caught in her throat, refusing to come out.
Even mutterings to herself went unheard by others.
That was the restriction.
A future only she knew, an end only she could avert.
To twist that fated conclusion, Vera had regressed dozens of times, trying everything.
"Ha...."
Vera curled up slowly, burrowing into Ester's embrace.
Soft, fluffy sensation.
Warm, cozy body heat.
In those arms—motherly, reassuring, whether his or hers—Vera drifted to sleep.
Chirp chirp chirp.
Pleasant birdsong roused her eyes open.
"Ugh, uu...."
Her mind was foggy, like a misty lake.
She blinked slowly, focusing her vision.
The haze cleared, sharpening the view.
A woman came into sight.
Black hair, oval face.
"...Vera."
She called the woman's name fondly, pulling her close.
Just a bit more sleep.
She stroked the muscled back and closed her eyes again.
"............Huh?"
A sense of wrongness hit from her dazed, instinctive action.
"Uh-heh?"
Opening her eyes again, it wasn't a woman—but a man.
Princess Vera von Bluefield.
The princess turned prince, using her breasts as a pillow.
His curly hair prickled her skin.
"Wha...? What the...?"
Recalling the situation, she felt a dull ache in her lower belly.
Like bruising from punches.
And indeed, she'd taken similar hits.
A cockhead like a fist battering her cervix.
"Passed out again, huh...."
Yesterday flashed back.
Most vividly:
Her face in the mirror.
Face-down like a bitch in heat, ass out, whimpering under the male's thrusts—slack and slutty to an obscene degree.
"Uuu...."
Her face burned hot.
Her head throbbed like a hangover.
Without a drop of alcohol.
"I'm insane... totally lost it...!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, berating herself.
The biggest issue: drowned in pleasure, she hadn't checked the curse again.
And despite taking it inside to reduce the lines, another one had added.
Just fucked by a young guy.
"N-no, wait... I did prove one hypothesis, right?"
Taking semen in the womb weakens the curse.
Verified.
For real.
This damn curse could be weakened with cum.
"Then...."
Could she just collect semen separately and inject it into her womb?
"...Yeah, right."
It might work.
But the optics were horrifying.
Imagining herself spreading her pussy and squirting cum in—nightmarish.
"Would another man's work?"
Not that she'd embrace another man if it did.
Death first.
Pure curiosity as a magic scholar.
Damn curse or not.
The curse itself was fascinating.
The magic circle evoked ancient spells—fun to analyze.
If only it weren't on her.
"Hngk!"
The princess's arm around her waist tightened, hugging her close.
Startled, she looked down.
"Hik...!"
Fierce eyes like a raptor eyeing prey stared up.
Instinctive fear froze her body.
"Y-you're awake?"
"Lady Withbel, you're so bold."
"Pardon?"
"Thinking of other men with one right beside you."
"I wasn't!"
She squirmed to escape, but it was futile.
"And aren't you a woman, Princess?"
"Is that the point right now?"
"It is!"
"You're awful, Lady Withbel. Flirting and grinning at other men all the time, and now you've had your fill of my body? Ready to trade up?"
"What are you even saying?! And when did I flirt?!"
"Oh dear, this won't do."
The princess flipped her over.
Straddling her now.
"Gotta mark you as mine."
"Nueh?"
Is she sleep-talking?
"I'm a man!"
"Sure, sure."
Her manhood dismissed lightly.
"Whose cum is sloshing inside you right now?"
The princess's large hand pressed her lower belly firmly.
Each press made slick fluid ooze from her pussy.
She knew what it was without looking.
"Don't ask weird questions!"
"Answer."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Answer."
"Auu.... It's the Princess's cum...."
"Good, you know."
Of course.
Denying it would be weirder.
Not like she'd been with multiple men.
"Remember this: Lady Withbel's womb holds only my cum. You're my exclusive semen pouch."
"Hng?"
The vulgar label made her mind reel.
"I-I'm no one's property! Hiyak!"
The princess kissed her nape.
Smack, sucking the flesh.
Definitely leaving a red mark.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?!"
"Marking my territory."
"So I'm no one's... Hyang!"
The princess trailed down slowly, leaving kiss marks everywhere.
On her nape.
Collarbone.
Breasts.
Nipples.
Solar plexus.
Navel.
And finally.
"Hyaaa....!"
She smooched the mound with its faint pubic hair.
"Wrong life to mess with."
The princess peeled a pink hair from her lips.
"I'm never letting you go."
"Hiuu."
"Oh my, what a cute whimper."
The princess hugged her like a doll.
Squished against the firm body.
"Anyway, did you check my curse?"
"Ah...!"
"You didn't?"
Not exactly.
Couldn't.
How to stay sane amid brain-melting ecstasy?
"That's no good. You promised to break it."
"Well...."
"It's tough, but for you, Lady Withbel, I'll put in the effort."
"Nee?"
"I need to report to Father soon. On the curse's status. If I have nothing, his sword might find you instead?"
Already in hot water with no progress.
If the Emperor learned she hadn't even tracked the curse's advancement?
'Useless.'
His wrath would descend.
"Ah, and I have sword training with the knights this morning."
"S-sorry...."
"No helping it. You spar with my sword instead."
"I can't use a sword...."
"Haha, this one."
The princess thumped her erect cock against Ester's belly.
"No passing out this time—check carefully, okay?"
"Hiiiii."
In the end, they fucked from morning until she confirmed the curse.
Thankfully, one ejaculation sufficed.
But....
The lines were now 25.
Aha, hahaha!
Uuu....