Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Excitement
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-Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Nngh! Uhnngh!"
I clamped one hand over my mouth, stifling the moans trying to escape.
Every time the Sword Empress's hips slammed against my pubic bone, my muscles tensed up all over, and my legs trembled uncontrollably.
Up to this point, it wasn't much different from the countless times I'd been on the receiving end of woman-on-top.
"Nngh! Guh!"
-Tremble, tremble
But the humiliation of this utterly degrading position—something I'd never experienced before—mixed with the deeper pleasure it brought, leaving me shaking helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Unlike standard cowgirl, the Sword Empress had mounted me and pinned my legs down.
Thanks to that, my body was half-folded over, forced to take in the pleasure she was dishing out.
'This is rough...!'
Struggling to fix my unstable position was pointless; she had my legs locked in place as I tried to pull them down. It was just a waste of energy.
Even if I squeezed out every ounce of strength I had left from infancy, it wouldn't match the power she could exert with one hand.
"Ah, nngh, nngh."
With irregular waves of pleasure hammering my body relentlessly, I could barely muster what little strength I had anyway. What good were my struggles?
Even if my partner had been an ordinary woman instead of the Sword Empress, the outcome probably wouldn't have changed much.
Once I was pinned down like this, most resistance became meaningless.
-Slap! Slap!
Even after all the sex we'd had so far, my body showed no sign of building tolerance. The pleasure hit me just as strong as usual—no, even stronger.
With her gripping my legs and yanking them toward her as our hips met, she swallowed my cock deep into her pussy, intensifying the sensation around my shaft more than ever.
And in this humiliating position, the shame and defeat of being able only to lie there moaning like an idiot added a twisted thrill that amplified everything.
-Splurt!! Spluuuurt!!
"Ahhheee..."
This made four times already.
Not counting when I still had some control, but four times since she mounted me.
That meant five orgasms today, total.
No matter how pathetic my stamina was, after cumming that many times, you'd think she'd have climaxed at least once by now.
"Huuuuhhh..."
But the Sword Empress showed no sign of climaxing. She was still letting out those aroused moans.
She wasn't faking it—her occasional gasps and the way she closed her eyes, savoring it, proved she wasn't some frigid statue.
'So when the hell do I get a break...!'
She could at least think about the guy getting worked to death down here.
No matter how monstrous my recovery was, ejaculating came with fatigue.
Not just stamina drain, but the full-body muscle contractions left me exhausted. And in this rigidly fixed position, I couldn't even move to relieve it.
It felt almost like getting pounded relentlessly.
Obviously, to get any rest—even a moment to catch my breath—I needed her to cum at least once. But there was no sign of that happening...
"Hahk... Hahk...!"
'Gotta... do something...!'
I'd die at this rate.
I had to make her climax fast and buy some recovery time.
Just enduring this hip-pounding pace would take forever to get her there.
The best option was foreplay, obviously...
-Tremble, tremble
'Shit...!'
My arms were too short to reach her body.
Her breasts were so huge that I might just graze them if I stretched, but caressing them in this position was impossible.
So, only one option left.
I had to excite her more.
Sex wasn't just physical pleasure—mental stimulation mattered just as much.
Take Dang Ayoung: she loved sweet nothings whispered in her ear.
But using those lines on the Sword Empress? Nah.
Things had escalated to this somehow, but we hadn't even dated.
We'd hooked up out of necessity, and this world's customs led straight to marriage. No confessions involved.
At best, we were flirting. Dropping lovey-dovey lines now might kill the mood.
...Confessing in this position? Even worse.
'From her perspective, it'd be a once-in-a-lifetime proposal.'
Say that here, and we'd be done.
So, no sweet talk. I needed something else...
'...Is this okay?'
One idea popped up.
Something to excite her and push her to climax faster.
But saying it would make things hellishly harder for me.
-Gulp
I hesitated, but not for long.
Just suffer a bit, then rest. Simple.
'...Yeah. Let's do it.'
The suffering would be future me's problem, not present me.
I decide now, shove the consequences later.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.
"H-Hey, shake those hips harder. You gonna feel anything like that?"
"..."
"...♥"
After the words landed, I stuck out my tongue at the Sword Empress—her face slightly flushed as she stared down at me—for the finishing blow.
It hit the mark perfectly.
-Slam! Slam!
"Ah! Nngh! Uhnngh!"
'Past me, you absolute lunatic...!!'
I endured her suddenly fiercer, faster hip thrusts, cursing my past self.
The flesh-slapping sounds were way louder than before.
Just hearing it made me worry if my pelvis would survive, but she was expertly controlling her strength—no real pain.
"Ehek...!"
No pain meant the pleasure was way more intense. That was the problem.
"Nngh, uhnngh... Uhnngh..."
Now I was covering my mouth with both hands.
One wasn't enough anymore.
I'd usually grip the sheets with the other to distract from the pleasure, but now both hands muffled me, forcing me to take the full brunt.
At least I wasn't alone in this; her pleasure had ramped up too.
"Hngh...! Hn...!"
Her face twisted, and her moans grew loud enough to hear clearly.
Climax incoming, plain as day.
-Slam!
"...!"
-Twitch! Twitch!
Now the question was whether my body could hold out until she came.
I gritted my teeth to silence the moans spilling from my gaping mouth.
After enduring this much, I had to see her climax.
Instinctively, despite my fixed position, I twisted my body to give her even more pleasure.
Did my efforts pay off?
"Haht... Haaht...!"
Her moans turned even more lascivious.
Seeing the always regal woman lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, hips grinding on me—it was a hell of a sight.
Sweat-matted hair clinging to her voluptuous curves was something I'd savor forever if I had the luxury.
If only I had the luxury.
"Nngh, uhn..."
-Twitch! Twitch!
My cock was twitching again, ready to blow.
I'd lost count. No time to keep track anyway.
And it wasn't the issue right now.
If I came, her thrusting would pause briefly. Cutting the momentum when she was this close? Disaster.
She could ignore it and keep going, but expecting that from near-virgin territory like her was too much.
To keep the flow, I had to hold back my orgasm.
-Slam! Slam!
"Nngruht..."
Impossible.
I ended up under her because I suck at thrusting properly solo. Holding back? Get real.
The only way to delay was for her to stop thrusting.
But telling her to stop to hold back? Total contradiction.
-Clench
I ground my teeth, bracing for the incoming climax, focusing all my strength on my cock to hold it.
Did it work?
-Twitch! Twitch!
"Ughruuuh...!!"
Somehow, I climaxed without cumming. A miracle.
But... this didn't feel like a normal orgasm.
It was better than usual...
-Slam!
"...!!!!"
-Spluuuurt!!! Spluuurt!! Splurt!! Spluuuurt!!
Before I could process it, my head snapped back.
Vision went white, ears rang—no other sounds.
At least her pre-climax look was my consolation before it blanked out.
-Spluuurt!! Spluuuurt!!
"♥♥...!!"
-Twitch! Twitch!
The orgasm wouldn't end.
Or maybe it wasn't an orgasm anymore.
Higher than usual—some transcendent pleasure beyond climax.
My cock spewed semen like a busted faucet, filling her pussy.
After so many loads, would her womb overflow and get me in trouble for pregnancy? The worry faded as her pussy walls released me, cool air hitting my shaft.
-Spurt, spurt
Even then, the aftershocks made my cock dribble the last drops into the air.
"...♥♥"
No more moans from me.
Brain too fried from overload, or throat hoarse from screaming—didn't matter.
It was finally over. That's what counted.
-Droop
My cock hung limp after emptying everything, job done.
As my vision cleared, I saw her leaning in, hand extended toward my neck.
She reached out, cup in hand...
"Want some water?"
"...Uh..."
-Nod
I gulped down the water she poured gratefully.
A sudden chill hit me, but I chalked it up to imagination.
And as my mind faded into haze, I etched one unbreakable fact into my soul:
Never excite the Sword Empress.