053. Rather, Isn't It Good?
Instead, isn't it good? I shrugged off my robe.
"Hmm... Should I take off my underwear too?" Click. I unhooked the clasp at my back.
Plump, jiggle. My breasts, held captive by the bra, spilled free.
"Ow, my shoulders." I thumped my stiff, knotted shoulders. They'd gotten even heavier lately. There was that old wives' tale that a woman's breasts grow when a man touches them. Maybe they'd swelled because the princess kept grabbing them like handles during sex, squeezing tight.
"Even the first bra I wore doesn't fit anymore..." They'd definitely gotten bigger.
"Sigh... Should I learn a spell to shrink my breast size?" Grumbling, I stripped off the rest of my underwear. Now I was completely naked.
"Ugh... Look at these marks." Bite marks stood out vividly all over my body. Naturally, the princess's doing. I considered erasing them with regeneration magic but stopped. If I did, she'd just ask why and bite even harder next time. Sometimes she even gnawed at my areolas like taffy. It was creepy to think she might actually bite them off one day.
"Regenerate"
⟨ Erasing bite marks around the areola ⟩
"No... it's not like I want her to bite me again... Ugh, who am I even making excuses to?" I erased them because they looked ugly. Anyway.
I headed to the sofa. Time for masturbation. No, no—I had to masturbate. To check this damn curse's magic circle, I needed to elevate my soul. And conveniently, the easiest and most reliable way was masturbation.
"Hngh..." I gently rubbed my clitoris with my fingertip. Rolling it clockwise, then counterclockwise for variety. Probably because we'd had sex this morning, my little bean was already swollen like it had been soaked in water.
Squelch.
"Hnnngh...♡"
When I slipped a finger into my pussy hole, a pleasurable electric current made my back arch. With my free hand, I teased my nipple, poking at the hidden bud buried in my areola. If it felt too dry, I'd coat my finger in the overflowing love juices from my pussy and slather it on.
Masturbating both top and bottom at once. This felt the best.
"Slurp..." Drool trickled from the corner of my mouth.
"Haa... Hoo... Hnnngh...♡" I huffed out hot breaths. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Every time I stirred the upper vaginal wall with my finger, my urethra tingled like I needed to pee. I'd gotten into the habit of squirting every time I came, so right before climax, it felt like water was about to burst out.
"Haa... Nng...♡ Hnng...♡" My inner thighs trembled. My toes curled on their own. My breath grew short like after a sprint, and my body heated up.
Almost there. After dozens of orgasms, I knew exactly when it would hit.
Squish! Squish! Squish! I moved my hand faster. Thrusting into my pussy like a final spurt.
"Hnnnnggggh...♡"
My body nearly bounced off the sofa as my back arched and my head snapped back. Pssshhhhh! I squirted onto the floor, climaxing hard.
My mind went hazy. A floating sensation like bobbing on water. In that instant, my consciousness drifted far away, entering the soul realm.
The tiresome curse's magic circle floated up in the darkness. I clung to my awareness and focused. Just as I'd calculated, I manipulated the circle. Around the heart symbol tied to lust, I drew two lines like chains binding it. Carefully, meticulously. Minimizing any stimulus to the main body. I blocked the mana flow to the heart. Then I redistributed the excess mana to flow through those two new lines.
"...Done!"
It worked.
"..."
I exited the soul realm. The lab ceiling came into view. I lowered my head, which had been thrown back.
"It worked, right?" No immediate changes that I could feel. I stood up.
"For now... hnng... I'll have to observe... haa..."
Something was off. My body was heating up again.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Nng... S-side effect?"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
As I walked toward the desk to put on my scattered underwear, I sensed something wrong.
"Wh-what...?"
Too late, I realized what a sight I was.
Squelch, squelch, squelch. Like a masturbation addict, I was fingering myself while walking. In an awkward half-crouch, knees bent, thrusting into my pussy.
The moment I noticed my vulgar state, my womb ignited with heat.
"Ooooh...! Nngoo...?!"
Pussy juices streamed down between my legs. I'm cumming. Cumming right now. And yet my fingers kept moving, chasing another orgasm even mid-climax.
"D-dangerous...♡"
Pshh! Pssshh! Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
"It... hnng... worked... ahn... it definitely worked...???"
Climaxing, I checked the curse again.
Eh...?
The magic circle was flashing pink. Like it was angry. I'd poked something I shouldn't have.
"Ahh... what...!!"
A new pattern appeared on the circle. I'd thought one side looked oddly empty. There it was—a translucent amplification symbol. It amplified the curse.
Release... how to release it...? No idea. I searched, but nothing.
And besides that.
"Cock... cooock...♡"
I wanted to be fucked by a cock. I wanted to feel good on the princess's huge meat rod. Lust scrambled my brain. Nothing else mattered. Only her. My head filled with savage thoughts of being ravaged. I wanted the princess to pounce on me. To spank my ass. The princess... the princess...
"Ook...! Ooook...!!"
Splat. I slipped on the puddle of my pussy juices and fell backward. My ass hit the floor, and I came again.
Pshh! Pssshhhh! I lifted my hips and squirted like a fountain show.
"Dangerous...♡ Th-this is dangerous...♡"
* * *
"Haa... I'm beat."
I returned to the Palace of Life after finishing my schedule. The secret library incident had piled up a mountain of tasks. First, restoring the secret library. The magic department was handling it with my help. Everything in there was subspatial, so as long as the space hadn't fully collapsed, restoration was possible. The mages were painstakingly repairing the torn magic books.
The problem? The astronomical cost. It was enough budget to buy several vials of World Tree Elixir like the one I gave Lady Withbel. No wonder Father was furious. He doted on me, but even he couldn't ignore such a sum without flipping out.
Of course, since it wasn't my doing but the intruder's, his anger wasn't directly at me. Still, I had to show some consideration, so I was knocking out the duties I'd been putting off under the guise of recovery.
And one more thing. This was keeping me busiest. Hunting down the witch worshippers. I hadn't expected that damn witch to meet Lady Withbel so soon. This loop was too fast. In all my regressions, one inevitable event: the witch and Lady Withbel cross paths. The timing and place were always random. Usually, it happened toward the end after the world had progressed some. But this time, right at the start.
Why? I was investigating. I figured torturing the worshippers would reveal it, so the knights and I were searching. But they'd always been good at hiding—damn near impossible to find. We'd never located their holy site, so storming it blindly wasn't an option.
"Too many variables."
I'd gone to the trouble of sealing the star power latent in Lady Withbel, and now other incidents cropped up.
"Haa... Headache."
I needed to get back quick and supply some Vera essence. I wanted to rub my cheek against those fluffy cheeks of hers.
"It's not like you missed me, right?"
I wiped the exhaustion from my face, smirked playfully, and opened the lab door.
Whoosh. Hot, humid air like a sauna hit my face. A thick, sweet scent wafted out. Lady Withbel's female musk?
The thought had barely formed when—
"Eh?"
Lady Withbel threw herself into my arms. Thud. She charged so hard I fell backward. She straddled me on top.
"You must've missed me a lot."
"Haa... haa..."
"Masturbating again?"
My nose doesn't lie. Teasing her playfully, I looked down.
"Huh?"
Stark naked. Like a wife preparing a naked welcome for her hardworking husband. Maybe someday... Hopefully with me as the husband.
"Looks like you were really going at it just now. Skipping curse research for masturbation research..."
"Cock..."
"Pardon?"
"Cock... take it out."
"Lady Withbel?"
Something was off. Uncharacteristically aggressive. I looked into her eyes.
"What happened?"
Her eyes were feral. Like a bitch in heat after too long without a male. She shook her raised ass enticingly. Tugging at my clothes to strip me. At this rate, heat-crazed Lady Withbel would mount me.
Rather, isn't it good?