Asphyxiation Death (2)
“Urghhh...!”
Even as her eyes rolled back, Bidel desperately tried to gulp down my piss.
“Ngh. Nghk! Gulp...!”
The piss I unleashed after a century showed no signs of stopping, filling her stomach to the brim.
“Gu... lp...”
“Hm?”
Piss began to trickle from Bidel's throat, slowly filling her mouth.
One might expect an apology for failing to swallow my piss, but no words came. Not even a breath.
“Hey. Bidel?”
No response. The hands gripping my ass like she’d never let go were losing strength bit by bit.
—Sluuuurp.
Her arms gave out against gravity, dangling limply at her sides.
You have killed a magician far superior in level to yourself.
Massive experience points acquired.
My experience, at 1 Circle 55%, jumped straight to 2 Circle 1% in one go.
Killing a mere 2 Circle mage netting this much? Sure, I did it myself for the bonus, but Bidel was no ordinary 2 Circle—she was a monster in her own right.
“She really croaked.”
Not with just any weapon, but my cock, cum, and piss had asphyxiated a woman to death.
Bidel's eyes showed only whites, her nostrils puffed with yellow snot bubbles—a ridiculous sight I almost wanted to snap a pic of.
Poke poke.
I prodded her throat a few times just in case, but nothing.
“Holy shit...”
Even though I’d done the deed, my heart pounded like I’d committed some absurd crime.
She’ll come back to life, right?
Either way, with my dick still stuffed in, revival or breathing were impossible. Thinking that, I tried to slowly pull out...
Squeeze.
No dice. Her already tight throat had stiffened in death, clamping my cock like a vice.
It’s this narrow, huh.
I’d always thought her throat gripped well, but death made it even tighter. Up until moments ago, she’d desperately opened it to take me in.
Now? Impossible. Her body slumped, but her throat hooked on my glans, keeping her propped up—she couldn’t even collapse.
Slowly.
I tugged my hips back ever so gently. Yank too hard, and my dick could scrape teeth or tear. She was dead now—no consideration, no jaw control to spare me.
With no clue if healing magic existed, I couldn’t risk damaging my precious cock.
Feels so good...
The slick, vise-like throat made me rock-hard again. My overflowing stamina wouldn’t quit, even after killing.
Can’t hold back.
This asphyxiation throat her dying body crafted for me. Not using it now would be rude to Bidel.
“Here it comes, Bidel.”
I rammed my glans deep into her unresponsive throat, drilling with all my might.
Burrowing through the tight, clinging flesh felt like a near-perfect onahole.
Poke poke poke.
I pistoned deep, back and forth. Her teeth grazed my base, tickling.
“Haa~”
No sounds from her meant my sighs echoed loud. Irrumatio was hot because of the pained moans—such a shame.
Shaking too violently, foam bubbled from her mouth around my cock.
Bidel’s face devolved into a mess. Hair and forehead soaked in sweat, tears from rolled-back eyes, cum and piss leaking from nostrils.
No matter her zero-tier beauty, wrecked like this, not a shred remained.
I’d never dirtied an onahole this bad.
“Bidel! Bidel throat-pussy’s the best!”
I treated her like a cheap disposable onahole—use once, toss in the trash.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack!
Each time my base slapped her lips, my chest ached with some mix of thrill and guilt. Like dry ice in my heart—cold, hollow pain.
“Hic. Sniff!”
My innocent conscience couldn’t take defiling the dead anymore. I let the building orgasm loose.
“Gonna cum.”
Blurt blurt!
Sticky semen sealed her throat completely.
Still gripping tight, but the cum lubed enough for a smooth withdrawal.
“Haa... That was the best, Bidel.”
I gently cradled her neck and laid her on the floor.
“You can... come back, right?”
No answer. After wrecking her throat that bad, even if she revived, could she breathe without dying again?
“Should I belly-pump her?”
Forcing out the piss in her stomach might clear her throat for air. Five minutes passed with no revival—I considered stomping her gut, but luckily, she started gulping down the cum in her throat.
“Gulp gulp. Haa! Haaaa!”
A ragged breath I’d never heard from her. Like she’d just surfaced from a breath-holding contest, she gasped desperately.
“Haaaa! Hoo! Haaak! Cough! Khek!”
Soon, she steadied, scanning around.
“Master...”
“You’re filthy.”
“I’ll clean up right aw—”
I pulled the rag-doll filthy Bidel into a tight hug.
“Master!?”
Her combat suit bristled with blades, but no pain. Of course—Bidel aced everything but flying. Magic, probably.
“You’ll get dirty.”
Her voice flustered, at a loss. Who hugs a toilet tight?
But Bidel was more than that to me.
“Thank god. Bidel, I was so scared you wouldn’t come back. I didn’t realize how precious you were...”
“Master...”
“Let’s magic-clean. We’re both filthy.”
“Yes.”
Warm mana enveloped us, wriggling like a wash.
We emerged cleaner than when we’d climbed to the roof.
“Ah!”
Smooch! Smack!
I surprise-kissed her lips. Gratitude for reviving. She’d died for me—too cute, too lovable to resist.
Smooch... lick lick.
Bidel just blushed faintly—no shyness like the hug. She saw kissing as toilet duty.
Smooch... smack. Smack.
“Bidel.”
“Y-yes...?”
“No more dying from now on. Got it? It hurt too much.”
“I’m just a tool. Even if I’d truly died, you needn’t grieve...”
“Don’t argue now.”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t keep treating her life so carelessly. Sex was secondary—Bidel was my one and only soldier.
“Next time it feels like asphyxiation, push me off yourself.”
“.........Yes.”
Five seconds of silence, then a mouse-like squeak. Her face said she’d grip till the brink next deepthroat.
“Sigh. Guess I’ll be careful.”
Her nature was innate—I couldn’t change it.
“Wonder how much EXP I got.”
Not my kink, but I fed her piss too. Had to be massive gains.
“You’ve now reached 3 Circle.”
“For real?”
Status window confirmed: truly 3 Circle.
Chaehee, raised in this world since infancy, was barely 4 Circle. I’d hit 3 already.
Then again, she and Haru looked early 20s—maybe light combat experience.
“Quantity matters, huh?”
My cum volume was huge, but piss? Incomparable.
“Partly that, but you were surely 2 Circle before dying.”
“What? So she leveled up from dying and reviving?”
Not some blonde alien from a comic.
“No... I think it’s because I fulfilled my duty more perfectly than ever.”
True. A real toilet silently accepts piss or cum, never refusing.
Bidel gulped my piss till her last breath. Pure toilet incarnate.
“Good outcome. But now at 3 Circle, no more of this.”
I didn’t want to feed my woman piss anymore. Killing her? No way. Couldn’t risk repeats for EXP—revival might fail sometime.
“3 Circle’s great, but anything new compared to before?”
Mana felt incomparable to 2 Circle.
Suddenly, pristine white wings unfurled from Bidel’s back like an angel’s. Stunning.
“Seems I can morph or extend body parts now.”
“Fly too?”
Instead of answering, she shot skyward, looping the apartment effortlessly.
Chaehee at 4 Circle needed 5 Circle magic for brief flight; Bidel landed casually, unfazed.
“Nice. Perfect.”
Seeing my delight, Bidel smiled shyly.
“Then let’s head farther out.”
Time for summon number two. Eight hours since Bidel—plenty of MP after no spells and her growth.
*
“Feels good.”
Bidel hugged me from behind, soaring through the night sky.
pitch-black city, no lights, but a full moon made the view decent. Goblin or merfolk packs below felt surreal from above.
This world was truly fucked.
“Land there.”
A school rooftop—wider than the apartment’s, safer. Five hundred meters away, so any summoning fuss wouldn’t wake the sisters.
Clank clank.
First check post-landing: rooftop door lock. Rusted handle crumbled at a touch. No recent intrusion.
“Stay here, Bidel.”
Positioned her by the door, I walked to the center.
“Summon!”
My two mana rings blazed, mana draining wildly from my body against my will.
“Urk!”
Pain dwarfed the first summon—whole body tearing apart. Limbs hurt, but my gut felt like childbirth.
“Master. You okay?”
Too agonized to reply.
Only after over half my mana drained did it slow. Pain eased.
Black again.
Larger, more ominous than Bidel’s—a mana clump sucked ambient mana from the air.