Chapter 250
Chapter 250
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 250
Chapter Title: Intention
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"Ugh... Urgh..."
How much time had passed?
As light gradually pierced the darkness clouding my mind, I barely managed to claw my way back to reality.
When I collapsed, I thought for sure I was done for, dead on the spot. But this ridiculously sturdy body of mine refused to let me go that easily.
Was it telling me to hang in there and at least play the role of a dildo?
-Twitch... Twitch...
'At the very least, shouldn't I recover after sleeping it off...?!'
The aftershocks of that insane pleasure still lingered in my body. Just how intense had it been?
Games at least restore your HP and MP after a good night's sleep. Isn't that basic decency?
Was this some kind of lingering dot damage judgment?
No, wait—this wasn't even a game. What the hell was I thinking?
With no time to relax, all sorts of weird thoughts bubbled up.
...But seriously, this needed addressing.
'Why the hell is this body such a piece of junk...?'
The more I learned about it, the clearer it became: this body was useless for anything but sex.
Physical abilities weaker than an average woman's, looks so stunning even the Heavenly Demon fell at first sight. Combine that with hypersensitive nerves and bottomless stamina, and what do you get?
A living, breathing top-tier dildo.
It was like the universe was shoving me toward getting devoured by women.
I was grateful for the heavenly rescue and the ability to read heavenly secrets, but why reincarnate me into this body? Plenty to gripe about there.
I didn't need some super-strong frame perfect for martial arts—just something average would've done. Hell, even dumping me back in my old Earth body as a reincarnate...
'...Though that one wasn't exactly prime material either.'
I had no clear memories, but if the Saintess was right, life on Earth hadn't been peaceful anyway.
She claimed she'd saved me, but who could buy that?
'...So where the hell am I now?'
Done griping about my lot, I propped up my slowly recovering body and scanned my surroundings.
I was dressed in the robes the Heavenly Demon had given me—the ones proving my status as Vice Sect Leader.
The bed beneath me was plush, so definitely a bedroom. The vibe screamed we were still in her quarters.
The scent matched the one I'd caught rolling around with her earlier—probably her bed.
And my body felt strangely fresh and clean, like she'd wiped me down while I was out.
She took care of that much, at least.
If I'd woken to find her ignoring my collapse and still going at it, I'd have been crushed. Dodged a bullet there.
A shame I missed the sight of the mighty Heavenly Demon personally tending to me, though.
No man had ever achieved that feat. Others would envy my life if they knew.
'...Pfft.'
I admitted it looked luxurious from the outside, but I had my own burdens.
Collapsing mid-sex wasn't a one-off; I lived in constant fear of breaking for good.
Sometimes I felt less like a person and more like a sex toy—enough to bring tears.
I tried proving I was more than just a body, even if it meant acting cute despite the embarrassment.
A dildo doesn't flirt, after all.
It was my way of showing I had value as a person.
...Though proving it via cuteness made me want to cry.
I wiped the lingering tear tracks from earlier, steadied myself, and replayed recent events.
It wasn't full penetration, more like outercourse, but it counted as our first time. To navigate life with her, I needed a proper analysis and strategy.
The trigger? Nothing special. We were both drunk, things escalated naturally, and we both enjoyed it—no rape vibes.
First step went smoothly. Check.
She was a virgin, as expected.
She knew next to nothing about men's bodies, and her technique was raw—my hypersensitivity did most of the work.
But the problem? Her learning curve was terrifyingly steep.
A few licks in, she zeroed in on my weak spots and mastered coaxing out maximum output.
By the time I blacked out, she'd nearly matched Dang Ayoung's deep-throat prowess.
-Shiver...
Not even a day—just hours—and she was that good already. Where did it end?
I'd hoped her virgin awkwardness would buy me time, but at this rate, she'd wring me dry without mercy.
My only hope? Praying her libido wasn't Dang Ayoung-level.
'Yeah. No such luck.'
I'd already glimpsed it in the heavenly secrets.
Wishful thinking was pointless.
Begging for mercy was my best bet.
As I resigned myself, a door in the corner creaked open, and the Heavenly Demon emerged from within.
"Ah. You're awake."
"...Did you wash up?"
"Cleaning you was quick, but I took longer. Especially rinsing the semen from my hair—not easy."
"...Ah."
I'd heard that took time.
That's why Dang Ayoung always tried swallowing it all.
...Wait a second.
"...Heavens above. My memory's fuzzy, but can I ask something?"
"What is it?"
"Uh... did you swallow all my semen? There must've been a ton."
Thinking back, except for the first time when she didn't catch it in her mouth, I never saw her spit or let it spill.
That couldn't be easy.
No brag, but this overpowered stamina meant huge loads—even Dang Ayoung struggled sometimes. And a fresh virgin pulled it off?
"Hm... It was plentiful, but is that an issue? Contrary to your words, it tasted quite good."
"..."
She was a cumslut too, apparently.
How'd she manage to swallow it all?
Maybe her esophagus was toughened from all that drinking.
Anyway, moving on.
"...Next question."
"Speak."
"...Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
I pointed out her attire—or lack thereof.
She had something on: one of those big hotel towels wrapped around her.
Steam from the adjoining room and droplets on her skin confirmed she'd just showered.
"I just bathed, so this is how I am. The clothes got dirty while you were licking me—can't wear them yet."
Ah.
I sat there dumbfounded, absorbing the obvious, when she eyed me quizzically.
-Rustle
"If you wanted a peek inside, go ahead—feast your eyes."
"Waaah!!!"
Misreading my face, she flung the towel open. I screamed, snatching the blanket to shield myself.
From that split-second glimpse, her skin was pure white.
No underwear. Full nude.
"Q-quick, cover up! Not in front of a strange man!"
"We're to be husband and wife soon."
"E-even then, some things are off-limits! Maybe on the bed, but flaunting like that..."
"Oh?"
...Crap.
I misspoke again.
"I-I mean, 'on the bed' wasn't literal—!"
-Thud!
"Kyaaah!!!"
"Screaming like that, anyone'd think you're a damsel in distress. Well, I wouldn't care about gender with you."
She advanced, climbing onto the bed, tossing the towel aside.
I desperately yanked the blanket up, but her weight dipping the mattress told me she was straddling my legs.
"Why so skittish? We've crossed that line already."
"N-no more! I can't! Need at least a day to recover...!"
"Is that true?"
-Freeze.
"If you can still go, how will you take responsibility?"
"..."
"Didn't I say I hate lies?"
"...Damn it."
I let the blanket drop back to the bed.
With my view cleared, her flawless pale form filled my sight, and my half-erect member shot straight up like it was waiting.
"Don't keep pulling away. You're the one who offered your body to me."
"...I hoped for a gentler approach."
"That depends on you."
-Rustle
She cupped my chin, locking eyes.
"One thing from earlier puzzled me... You offered 'yourself' to me."
"...Yes?"
"Body included, of course... But does that include your heart?"
"...If you want it."
"Then I make this promise."
-Grip
She shifted from bracing on the bed to clasping my hand, interlocking fingers.
"I'll cherish you as much as the heart you give me—never betray it."
"..."
"I know you offered yourself, but your heart isn't mine yet."
-Flinch.
I shrank back instinctively at her words.
"Not blaming you. How long have we known each other? No man jumps from near-marriage to instant love. Changing that fast would be suspicious."
"B-but..."
"Still, I'll return your feelings in kind—the more you give, the more I give. Promised."
I stared into her eyes, frozen.
Her face was usually unreadable, but this rang true—no deception.
-Squeeze
Her warm hand confirmed it.
"No need to answer now. Time's on our side. You have questions about me too—let's learn each other slowly..."
"...Honey?"
"..."
Half-joking, but she froze solid.
About ten seconds passed.
"...Not a hated term, but use the old one. It's your pet name for me, after all."
"...Understood, my Heaven."
She'd barely held back something.
Instinct screamed I nearly dodged disaster, so I quietly complied.
"Now... I've confirmed your intentions, so this first. It's been bothering me."
"...?"
She frowned slightly, reaching for my head.
Did I have something stuck in my hair? I tilted up to see—
-Crash!
"You swore you're mine, yet what weird trick did you pull on my soul?"
A shattering sound echoed, and the familiar lock on my soul snapped free.
Eh?