Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Still Haven't Fucked Her Enough
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"Really? You know nothing at all?"
Scrub... scrub...
"Eek... oof... re... ally... I don't... knooow..."
Even after tormenting her pussy so mercilessly, she insisted right up to the end that she knew nothing.
There was definitely some kind of resolve in Marren's curse to stick it out to the finish.
'Or maybe she really doesn't know...'
If it wasn't even that, maybe she wasn't giving real answers because I hadn't actually penetrated her yet.
All I'd done so far was smack her ass to test how firm it was with my palm,
and finger her pussy to see how much juice she squirted.
If those two things weren't enough to break her, then there was only one real solution left.
'I was planning to use it from the start anyway.'
My dick had been hard for quite a while, but there was one reason I hadn't shoved it in right away.
'She's not quite as hot as Marren.'
She looked exactly like Marren on the outside, but the inside was distinctly different, so it just didn't hit the same.
I needed that criminal-level lust that came just from imagining it to really want to fuck her.
But Marren's Curse of Lust felt like nothing more than a mascot in a costume.
No matter how much she looked the part, it was the limit of a replica that couldn't beat the original.
"Y-you! What are you doing?! You can't seriously be thinking of fucking me?! Are you insane!? I've never even heard of a human fucking a curse! You could get cursed yourself!"
The Curse of Lust, who'd had her pussy tormented so viciously, seemed to realize the moment of true penetration had arrived and desperately spat out words.
She started with how the curse could transfer, then went on about how it might get stronger or harm the host body, and so on.
It was persuasive enough that anyone unfamiliar might actually fall for it.
But.
'I'm different.'
Even with limited info on Marren's curse, I knew from the future that nothing like that had ever happened.
What the Curse of Lust was saying just looked like cute, desperate flailing to avoid getting fucked.
"You said you didn't know anything earlier, but now you're suddenly threatening me? You definitely know something, don't you?"
Even if it was just a desperate bid for survival, the specifics she was mentioning were way too suspicious.
Maybe because she embodied lust, foreplay alone just wasn't enough to crack her.
If she was living up to her name, then I'd have to show her the weight of my title as the Wastrel Son.
"I'll fuck you like a dog all day long."
Squelch.
Like jamming a thick sausage into a cream-filled donut, the moment I thrust my dick into her pussy, pussy juice gushed out in a flood.
"Hnn... ah... ha... y-you... actually... put it in...!"
"You're the Curse of Lust, but your body's no different from a virgin's. Hard to believe."
Shouldn't someone in charge of lust normally reek of slut?
Far from slutty, the Curse of Lust gave off the fresh, fragrant scent of a brand-new virgin pussy.
'Does it mimic the body of whoever it's cursed?'
Marren had lost her virginity, but the Curse of Lust was technically getting fucked while borrowing Marren's body.
In a way, this was its first time getting fucked by the real deal.
"T-take... it out... take... it... o-out... ahh...!"
Face down as she was, the moment my dick slid in, the Curse of Lust instinctively spread her lower body wide and her toes curled and trembled.
Coming just from penetration showed she really was a lump of pure lust in that regard.
"You toyed with Marren using sex whenever you felt like it, but now you're acting like a total newbie."
Just control me the way you did her—did you ever even imagine how much hell she went through?
As I said it, I grabbed the Curse of Lust's waist tight and yanked her body upright.
"Hngk... hng... eek...!"
Her limp lower body floated up lightly, while her upper body squirmed desperately to pull away from my dick. It was pretty damn cute.
After trying to kill me, now she was running away when it was time to get fucked? Hilarious.
She clearly needed some serious discipline.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ahng... ahh... ahng...!"
The sound of ass and thighs colliding naturally blended into the Curse's moans.
Even after just a few thrusts, her pussy folds clung tightly to my dick.
'Whoa, she's really just a walking ball of lust.'
The name suited her perfectly—a legendary pussy.
The snug vaginal walls stuck right to my shaft, and every thrust brought out more warm juice.
And on top of that.
"S-stop... hnn... ahng...!"
She kept begging me to stop and pull out, reaching back with her hands in gestures,
but that just conveniently grazed my balls every time, turning her whole body into a semen-extracting machine.
"You expect me to believe you don't know a single clue even after all this?"
Squelch... squelch... squelch.
I started off rough, then switched tempo once her pussy adjusted to my dick.
Thrusting deep enough to hit her cervix, then poking just one spot repeatedly.
"Hnnk... haaahng... d-don't... do weird... things... to my body... ahng...!"
The effect was immediate. Even with my dick plugging her up, her pussy squirted tidal waves.
"Answer my questions. You definitely know something."
I gave her brief breaks to empty out her fluids, pulling out occasionally amid the rough pounding.
Squirt... squirt.
"Hnnah... y-you're making me... in-incontinent... in front of a human...?"
The moment I pulled out, thick white fluid poured freely from her pussy.
Her pussy gaped hungrily, slathering more lube in the hole to beg for my dick again.
"It's not incontinence, so don't worry. Just tell me everything you know."
Squish... squish.
After her first orgasm, her pussy clenched tight again on re-entry, like it was her very first time.
'And if I force my way through here...'
Squiiiish!
"Ah... aaah... s-slowlyyy!!!"
Sploosh... sploosh.
Squirt... squirt.
Her pussy stretched open all at once, forcing another brutal orgasm.
The Curse of Lust seemed to realize now that stopping sex was impossible and begged me to go slow.
"I'll go slow if you tell me the clues to dispel it."
The exact method of dispelling it was probably something she wouldn't know in detail since the caster was dead.
But she definitely knew innately how to make herself disappear.
Otherwise, her story wouldn't keep changing like this.
"I won't say another word until you talk."
Squelch... slap slap.
Squelch... slap slap.
"Ahng... ahng... eek... p-please...!"
I gripped her waist firm to keep her from finishing sentences, pounding away.
From her jiggling tits on down, her limp, writhing body had become my personal living onahole.
A custom-modified fucktoy that squirted when I pulled out and clenched when I thrust in.
How long did I keep pounding her like that?
Finally, the Curse of Lust raised the white flag.
"R-really... it's not... a big deal...!"
"Finally getting there."
She'd spoken up just before her ass turned cherry red, so her pussy's durability seemed about the same as Marren's.
Marren had started complaining of pain around this point, so yeah, their physical specs matched to some degree.
Anyway, I was just about to stop thrusting to hear her out when.
Squelch... squelch...
"Wh-what?! Why are you starting again?!"
I resumed moving my hips.
"Thinking about it, you're like Marren but not her."
With the real Marren, I held back because she's the woman I'm with.
But the Curse of Lust? No need for mercy. If anything, she's a cancerous growth.
Born to harm others, irredeemable. Why show consideration to something like that?
'No point.'
This was my chance to etch into her that I'm not someone words can handle.
I needed to leave an impression so strong she couldn't defy it—then she wouldn't pop out mid-sex with Marren.
"I'll hear how to dispel you later. For now, take your punishment."
"I-I'll talk! I'll tell you! Please! Just stop! Stop fucking me... ahng... nng... ah... ahng... feels... good... ahng..."
I told you—I'd fuck you like a dog.
Later, even if you beg me to thrust, I won't. So enjoy it now.
"Ahng... eek... ahng...!"
You have passed the Trial of Lust!
You may receive your reward and exit the trial!
The message popped up mid-fuck saying I'd passed the trial and should leave, but I ignored it.
"Still haven't fucked her enough."
Like hell I'm leaving. You kidding?
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Around the time Kim Geon-ho was giving the Curse of Lust a proper dick-based education,
everyone else had just escaped the Trial of Lust.
"Is everyone alright?"
"Ta-ta-kum, yes, we're fine."
"Yes, I'm okay too, Professor. But where's Geon-ho?"
"I'm fine as well. But my husband..."
Once outside, they checked on each other and noticed Kim Geon-ho was missing.
They'd cleared the trial and been booted straight out of the dungeon—re-entering would take too long.
As they hesitated, unsure what to do,
Flash-!
A massive burst of light poured from the dungeon entrance, spitting out one person.
"K-Kim Geon-ho?!"
Professor Ran immediately recognized him,
and
"...Hoo, got kicked out."
Kim Geon-ho vented his regret, still oblivious to his surroundings.
"...KyaAAAAH!"
With a hideous, long, thick something fully exposed, putting on an excessive display of presence.
It was the moment he imprinted on Heila and Professor Ran just how much of a man he was.