Waiting Time
Waiting Time
Mirkella had lived a life of stillness.
As a pastor's daughter, she had always led a devout and faithful life.
Of course, this was purely her own choice.
The father she now called the Cult Leader had never forced such a life upon her.
It was simply what she had wanted, and so until the age of twenty-four, she had made restraint and simplicity her virtues.
It hadn't been an easy choice, but she had no regrets.
Was it not admirable?
In this modern age stained with promiscuity and depravity, she understood just how precious it was to distance herself from stimulation and pursue a life of honest poverty.
Life must remain strict, earnest, solemn, and retain its youthful purity to the very end.
Only then could one steer oneself toward a better path.
One must not lower the weight of life for the sake of mere fragmentary pleasure.
That was the righteous path, the way of the priesthood.
'Yes, that's how it has to be...'
Yet if asked whether she still held such convictions, Mirkella could not confidently nod her head.
Now, like those other women she had once looked down upon, she lay utterly disheveled, unable to compose herself.
She was so deeply mired in the pleasure she had tried so hard to distance herself from that she couldn't claw her way out.
"Hic..."
Every time a hand grazed her skin, all five senses stood sharply on end.
To react like a beast in heat at the mere touch...
Though a deep sense of disillusionment washed over Mirkella, she could never bring herself to reject the approaching touch.
No, to be honest, she didn't want to.
She wanted to be touched more.
She wanted to be craved more.
She desperately wished to be dragged down to the very bottom.
"Shall we kiss?"
The eyes of the man facing her held a vulgar emotion.
A lust to covet her and a drive to conquer too trivial to mention.
It was a gaze she would have shuddered in disgust at in the past.
But now, a tingling sensation rose from her lower belly.
Her chest, flushed with excitement, kept pounding uncontrollably.
Why on earth was she like this?
Was I always such an easy woman?
The question that surfaced in her mind instantly warped the moment their lips overlapped.
As their tongues entwined, the distinctive scent of tobacco pushed in.
Yet strangely, from this terrible act, Mirkella felt a sliver of relief.
It was tormenting enough to make breathing difficult, but the more they exchanged fluids, the warmer and more comforting it felt, as if held in a parent's embrace.
Horribly contradictory as it was, Mirkella was willing in this act.
"Pwah...! Hah... Hah...."
When the long, long kiss ended, she even gazed at him with a yearning look, as if disappointed.
She had clearly become strange.
Ever since being violated by this man, her body no longer felt like her own.
"Focus on me."
At that moment, the woman pinned beneath the man expressed her dissatisfaction in a sulky tone.
It was Kim Ha-yoon.
The smallest and youngest woman this man kept.
Yet her spirit was fierce enough to overwhelm Mirkella.
Though perhaps Mirkella was simply too faint-hearted.
"I am focusing. Look how hard my hips are working."
With those words, he stirred Kim Ha-yoon's insides with his vulgar object.
Thwack, thwack, thwack! Along with the sound of flesh slapping, a high-strung moan rang out, and watching it, Mirkella felt her cheeks flush hotly of their own accord.
...She was truly so cheap.
The sight of someone with their tongue lolling out, stained by ecstasy, panting like a beast—it was utterly unsightly.
But Mirkella didn't perceive that image of Kim Ha-yoon as wholly repulsive.
'So vulgar...! So utterly vulgar...!'
Was it beauty found within ugliness?
Her eyes were drawn to it for some reason.
It was clearly a scene to be utterly ashamed of, but her eyes honestly followed the place where their genitals joined.
"Hey, how about we enjoy ourselves while we wait?"
"Huh, what...?"
She was flustered.
The blonde woman, Angelica, suddenly kissed Mirkella and then brought a hand to her secret place.
There was no time to block the invasive touch.
Angelica skillfully inserted a finger into Mirkella's private part.
"Haahng!"
Mirkella let out a shrill scream.
What on earth was this?
As the middle and ring fingers roughly scraped her love-juice-soaked vagina, all the strength drained from her body.
"W-wait...! Stop! Stop it...!"
Startled, Mirkella hastily tried to push Angelica away.
But the excited woman paid her no heed.
She pinned Mirkella down, then matched her crimson flesh against her own sex.
What followed was the sight of their genitals rubbing together, their juices tangling into threads.
"Hiyaat! I said, stop it!!"
"Why do you keep pulling away? Weren't you trying to enjoy yourself too?"
"I, I wasn't particularly trying to do that with you..."
"You'd be better off just quietly accepting it."
Angelica smirked and grabbed Mirkella's flank tightly as she thrashed.
Then she suddenly bit down hard on her nipple.
"Kyaaak!! Y-you crazy woman...!"
"Mmmh... The shape is pretty, but the taste isn't all that good."
"Wh-what are you saying! You're really insane! You're not in your right mind!"
Even as Mirkella slapped her back quite hard, Angelica had no intention of pulling away.
Mirkella was at a complete loss.
'This woman, she's so pointlessly huge, seriously...!'
Mirkella's height was by no means short, in the late 160s, but Angelica was in the mid-180s, taller than the man.
The overwhelming height difference naturally created a sense of intimidation.
This situation was like a frog before a snake.
She could escape at any time by using her ability, but with the bewildering circumstances layering on, Mirkella hadn't thought that far.
Regrettably, her capacity for dealing with sudden situations was abysmal.
"R-really, stop it! I, I'm getting strange...!"
"Heh. That's only natural. Do you know how many women I've handled? I can tell where the weak points are with just a little touch."
It was a strange thing.
Though anger surged to the top of her head, her body wouldn't obey her mind.
On the contrary, as if welcoming it, she sank deeply into Angelica's touch and technique.
Before long, Mirkella felt a jolting sensation striking the inside of her head.
Ah... This was it.
It was that sensation she had experienced in the hole last time.
"Haat... Haaaaang...!"
The pleasure that bloomed instantaneously made her entire body shudder.
Her hands and feet stretched out straight as if they weren't her own, then soon sagged powerlessly.
What remained in her chest was a dreadful lethargy.
"Haaak... Hah.... Hic...!?"
Just as she was catching her ragged breath.
It was the moment she thought she could finally rest now.
Mirkella suddenly flinched in shock at the foreign substance burrowing into her.
Her hazy mind flashed alert, and her whole body stiffened with tension.
It was that man.
The object of the man who had raped her earlier had entered.
The hard rod, curved to match her inner contours, settled deep inside as if it were its own home.
"Y-you...!"
"Just finished up, you see. Our Ha-yoon is surprisingly a loose pussy."
Before she knew it, Angelica had subtly stepped aside.
Clicking her tongue as if regretful, she gently fondled Mirkella's breasts and teased her.
"I wouldn't have minded going first. Did you really have to do it like this?"
"You have good stamina. Wait a moment, I'll deal with you after I send this one off quickly."
"Hmm... It can't be helped then. If that's what you say."
Their casual exchange somehow struck her as detestable.
The one actually having sex was her, yet she felt left out.
It wasn't a very pleasant feeling.
'So that's why that girl acted that way earlier.'
It was a moment of faint understanding as to why Kim Ha-yoon had gotten so irritated.
Maybe that was why. Mirkella felt a perverse mood rise, and she casually placed a foot on his stomach.
"What are you doing?"
"O-oh, nothing. Just... suddenly felt like doing this..."
But her audacity instantly curled inward the moment she met his eyes.
She wasn't originally this kind of personality... but spending time with these people seemed to have made her somewhat timid.
"What, you want me to lick it?"
"Th-that's not what I intended at all! Really, really, just no particular reason!"
Mirkella hurriedly made excuses and turned her head away to avoid his gaze.
The man looked at her curiously for a moment, but then he suddenly licked her foot with a slurp.
"Hiyaak!? Wh-what are you doing!?"
"I just licked it too. But it's pretty sour. And the smell is kind of musky."
"Oh, stop, stop! I really don't want to know that!"
"Heheheh, your reactions are really fun too."
"....."
She wanted a hole to hide in.
In the end, Mirkella even covered her face with her hands.
It was an expression of not wanting to engage in conversation anymore.
Right after that, he moved his hips lightly.
-Schluuurk.
"Hnnngh...."
His object gradually pushed deeper against her inner flesh before stopping completely at the very end.
She could clearly feel it pressing firmly down on her cervix.
Last time, he had just pounded away wildly, leaving only an impression of it simply being pleasant, but this time it was leisurely, a distinctly different feeling.
'It's good... really good....'
Was it right to say it felt like her empty chest was being filled?
Whenever that warmth slowly moved in and out of her lower belly, something felt wholly satisfied.
'Seeing it like this, it's not particularly disgusting either.'
Before she knew it, the man was in a posture that completely pressed down on her.
Facing him this close, she could see clearly now.
He wasn't ugly.
Yeah, not exactly super handsome... but he wasn't ugly either.
Though she couldn't say exactly how he looked.
The contours of the face she gently caressed weren't as bad as she'd thought.
In that case, if.
If she were to bear his child, it probably wouldn't be bad.
'At least I'm pretty, so it wouldn't be completely ugly.'
Yes, even if the father was ugly, if the mother was a beauty of peerless charm, wouldn't that act as a buffer?
For the first child, a son would be nice, and for the second, a daughter would be perfect.
Third and fourth, sons? Yes, and for the fifth, let's make it a daughter.
After briefly giggling to herself while sketching out a distant future, Mirkella brought her lips to his now close ones.
He looked bewildered at first, but naturally matched her movements.
"Smooch. Churp."
Clumsy yet affection-seeking tongue play.
And then she wrapped her arms more desperately around his neck and her legs around his back.
Stuck together in a completely entangled posture for a long while, at some point Mirkella felt his object pulsing inside her.
His hips also gradually sped up.
It was a signal that he was about to spill his seed.
"Puh, ha... I think I'm going to cum...?"
"Huh, soon? But your mouth smells like feet, you know. Shouldn't have kissed, really."
...What a pointless thing to say.
This is all because you licked my foot on your own. Did you really have to throw in a jab like that?
'The mood was just right a moment ago.'
Mirkella simultaneously felt her heart cooling down and a warm sensation gushing into her lower belly.
Her mood had somewhat soured, yet along with the ejaculation, pleasure forcibly sliced into her mind.
"Ha, haaak...! Hnngh...."
Out of spite, she randomly scratched up his back.
Not too hard, just enough to leave shallow marks with her nails.
And only when she confirmed he had emptied everything did Mirkella finally release her wrapped legs.
Right after his object was pulled out, she subtly grabbed his hand and asked cautiously.
"Uh, do you want to do it more...?"
"In the back hole?"
"O-oh, no! I don't like that!? It hurts, I said!"
"Then I'm done. Angelica is waiting too, so if you want more, you'll have to get a waiting number."
How bitter was his figure, turning his back without hesitation.
What followed were Angelica's moans and the violent sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Watching a sexual bout with zero consideration unlike her own unfold, Mirkella's expression grew complicated.
Should she have just allowed it?
Pushing her regret aside, Mirkella pushed the flowing semen deeper inside.
A slightly spiteful thought had occurred to her.
What he'd said earlier, and his behavior of leaving her unsatisfied, was quite detestable.
'...Whatever. I'm not taking the pill.'
So this was petty revenge.
Repeating that to herself, Mirkella wore a faint smile.