A Not-So-Peaceful Time (2)
The world is full of people with incredibly diverse sexual preferences. There are masochists who find pleasure in being robbed of their own, and there are bottom-feeders who only feel satisfied when they take from others. There are those who get more excited when they engage in sadistic acts, and those with self-destructive tendencies who only discover their true selves when pushed into a desperate, life-or-death situation. Beyond specific situations, there are those who get aroused only by specific targets—like those obsessed with women's feet or armpits, those with a fetish for women larger than themselves or giantesses, and even lunatics who are into corpses or latex.
In any case, these sexual obsessions or preferences are technically called fetishes or paraphilias. For an individual, a fetish is a deeply intimate sexual fantasy—a kind of weakness that could lead to social ruin if exposed. That is why most rational people consider revealing or being caught with their own paraphilia—their fetish—to be an incredibly shameful and embarrassing thing. However, some unique individuals actually derive pleasure from the very act of being caught. Most people with self-destructive fetishes fall into this category. For them, shame or even social ostracization becomes a factor of pleasure.
And Aila, who is currently keeping her eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to convince me she’s asleep, is one such woman with a self-destructive fetish. To think she’s a woman who would lay down everything she has and even act out a performance just to be forcibly ravished by me. She was expressing her desire to be ravished immediately, as she was currently in a state of inability to resist.
Before I began the act of men-gan (sleeping rape) in earnest, I glanced at Cheshire, who had been waiting since earlier.
—Squish, squish, squish...
“Aah... Hnnng♡”
Cheshire was masturbating while watching me ravish Aila. She had her middle and ring fingers shoved deep into her pussy, wiggling them as if scratching her G-spot. When she caught my eye, she gave a bright, sunny smile and nodded, as if telling me to continue.
“Haa. Haa. Jojun. Keep going. Keep going. Haa... Completely wreck Aila’s pussy... Haa. Ahh♡”
I’ve felt this before, but Cheshire seems to personally like Aila. Perhaps that’s why seeing Aila being ravished by me was so incredibly arousing to her. Maybe it was twice as good because the man she likes was ravishing someone she likes. Regardless, judging by how she was focused back on her own masturbation, it seemed I could play with Aila a little longer.
“Then, I won’t hold back...”
I roughly stole Aila’s lips.
—Smack. Smack. Slurp. Slurp.
What we were doing right now was a sleeping-rape play. Originally, men-gan is an act where one derives pleasure from raping a high-tier woman who couldn't be taken otherwise, after putting her to sleep with drugs or various methods. But the situation right now was a bit artificial. After all, Aila was currently awake. She was just acting as if she were asleep. We all already knew the fact that Aila was thoroughly enjoying being forcibly ravished by me. But the important point here was that we had to pretend we didn’t know. After all, until just a moment ago, Aila had been acting out a fierce resistance. The very act of her expressing that she didn’t want to be ravished by me was what mattered. She was currently filled with anticipation, obsessed with herself—a woman who didn’t want to be ravished but had her "power switch" turned off, leaving her no choice but to be taken. I could tell just by looking at her nipples, which were standing stiffly erect.
“You lecherous bitch.”
I slapped the breast of Aila, who was keeping her eyes shut tight and not moving a muscle as if she had fainted. No reaction. I suppose that meant she could endure at least this much. Without stalling, I sucked on her right nipple as if biting it with my teeth, licking it roughly.
“Haa... Your nipples are so damn soft. You slut. You always act so noble. Your nipples taste so good.”
—Smack. Smack. Slurp. Slurrrp. Chomp.
While I was roughly sucking on her nipple like that, I pressed and rubbed her left nipple with my thumb, circling it before pinching it quite hard.
“Hnng...”
Aila gasped as her nipple was pinched. If her power had truly been turned off, she would be in a state where she wouldn’t even breathe, so I shoved my tongue into Aila’s ear canal, swirling it around as I asked.
—Slurp. Lick. Lick.
“Slurp. Haa. Haa. Aila? Aila, are you sleeping? Are you really sleeping? Hey.”
Aila flinched, but she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, trying not to react. That’s right, this was a kind of bullying. For Aila, who enjoys being bullied, I was performing actions that would force her to wake up in a situation where she shouldn’t. And once she woke up, I’d scold her and ravish her. So, I had to test Aila’s limits. Just how much could she endure? I had to keep bullying her like this and make her unable to hold back.
—Wiggle. Wiggle.
I pinched her nipples, toyed with her clitoris, and finally, when I pulled her entire body into my arms and whispered "I love you" while licking her ear, she showed a reaction. She wanted to remain motionless, but she couldn’t help but move, her toes curling. She was just too cute.
“Ahh...!”
I pulled my tongue from Aila’s ear, climbed on top of her, grabbed her head, and showered her lips, nose, and forehead with kisses. Then, I forced her mouth open, shoved my cock inside, and shook my hips until she was breathless. As I used her mouth like an onahole, Aila moved her tongue slightly, sucking on my cock. In the end, I couldn’t hold back; I grabbed her head tightly, rammed my cock down her throat, and poured out my semen.
—Splurt...
Aila gagged, swallowing the semen. As if she had swallowed it in her sleep. She gulped it down well.
“Cute. Hehe. Then, shall we...”
After giving her a rough display of affection, I stopped bullying Aila for a moment and spread her legs wide. Then, I brought my cock to her vulva, where semen was already oozing out, and rubbed it against her. Thanks to the sticky semen and her own viscous arousal fluid, it felt incredibly good just from the friction. And it seemed Aila felt the same, as she twitched slightly every time my cock rubbed against her clitoris.
“Now then.”
—Shove.
As I rammed my cock inside, the semen that had been inside was pushed out.
“Ugh!”
I immediately began thrusting with all my might.
—Squish, squish, squish!
—Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Huu... Hoo... Aila. Slurp.”
I forced my way into Aila’s tightly clenched lips and shoved my tongue inside. As I continued to shake my hips, Aila’s waist arched slightly. She was coming. Of course she was, because I was pressing down on her cervix until it felt like it would crush, ejaculating inside her without a word. I kept thrusting, ejaculating into Aila’s pussy without a word, just like I was ejaculating into a real doll. Soon, the room was filled only with the sounds of me sucking on Aila, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, and the moans of Cheshire masturbating.
“Haa... Then now.”
I stroked the hair of Aila, who had come several times while twitching but never opened her eyes, and turned her over onto her stomach on the floor. Then, like a toad mating, I climbed on top of her, shoved my cock between her butt cheeks, rubbed it, and bit her ear as I said,
“Aila. I’m going to ravish your anal now. Are you going to keep pretending to sleep even now? Really?”
—Flinch.
Aila, who had been trying not to react no matter what I did, flinched, showing internal conflict. Anal. I grabbed both of Aila’s butt cheeks and spread them wide.
“Wow...”
Aila’s clean anus was exposed in all its glory. Her anus was pink. That must be because nothing had ever entered or exited this hole even once. Aila doesn’t defecate. In her entire life, this hole had never been used for anything other than decoration. Nothing had ever come out of it. Nothing had ever been put into it. It was truly brand new. A mountain that no one had ever climbed until this day. A perfect, flawless hole.
“I’ll dig in.”
“W, wait!!”
As I brought the head of my cock to her anus to ram it in and started rubbing it, Aila finally couldn’t hold back and opened her mouth. She had jumped into the trap herself.
“Huh? Aila? W, weren’t you sleeping?”
“W, wait!! Not there!!”
“No!! Aila!! Why were you pretending to sleep? A, are you... don’t tell me you were tricking me?”
“N, no. That’s not it... Kyaaak!!”
As I rammed my cock into her anus, Aila jumped and thrashed about. I didn’t care; I grabbed her shoulders, pinned her down, and moved my hips frantically.
“This is what you wanted!”
“Kyaaaa!! N, noo-ahhh♡”
If she had truly hated being fucked in the ass, she could have pushed me away easily. But instead of resisting, she just let out a cry, her eyes rolling back from the unique pleasure, her tongue lolling out.
‘Oh... fuck...’
Aila’s brand-new anus. It was like a vacuum cleaner. It felt like my cock was being sucked right in. The pressure was incomparable to the clumsy contractions of a virgin’s pussy; it was sucking on my cock with such intensity. This was insane. I barely held onto my consciousness, which felt like it was about to fly away, pinned down the back of Aila’s head as she tried to escape, and continued to assault her anus. Until her sphincter completely gave way.
—Shove. Shove. Shove.
—Squish. Squish. Squish.
“Haa... Haa... Slurp. Haa. Haa. Haa.”
Perhaps because I was thrusting with my tongue out, a drop of saliva fell onto Aila’s back. Aila, who had come even more times than I had, was already covered in drool under her chin.
“F, fuck... I’m cumming.”
“Auu. Ughhh. Hwaaang♡”
—Splurt. Splurt. Splurt...
An insane amount of semen poured out. I felt like I was going crazy. I had ravished her anus, which she had never used and never planned to use. I had filled the hole that had always been kept clean with warm semen. I was finally satisfied by the deep lingering feeling of the anal ejaculation. It seemed Aila felt the same.
“Haa... Aila... shall we stop here?”
“Mm. Yeah... Cheshire is... waiting too... Haa... Haa... Thanks for... playing along with me.”
“Don’t mention it. Again like this next time?”
“Yeah... it feels so good.”
I kissed Aila on the cheek. Whether satisfied or not, Aila couldn’t get up from her prone position, trembling as she struggled to toy with her clitoris with her hand. Then, she maximized the lingering sensation of her orgasm on her own. She’s a cute woman.
“Huu. Cheshire. You’ve been waiting, right?”
Leaving Aila covered in semen, I approached Cheshire, who had been masturbating. Perhaps because I had just enjoyed a rape-play with Aila, my confidence and self-esteem were at an extreme high.
“Slurp... Haa... Haa... Jojun.”
When I looked down at her and grinned, Cheshire pulled out the fingers she had been masturbating with and licked them seductively.
“Our Jojun. Was it good?”
“Hehe. Well. Yeah.”
“Heeheeheehee. You look full of confidence?”
“Well. I suppose.”
“Heeheeheehee. Then...”
In an instant, Cheshire’s figure vanished from before my eyes.
“Ugh...!? W, what is this...!”
And before I knew it, I was lying on the floor.
“Jojun. Haa... Haa...”
Cheshire, her eyes looking strange, looked down at me, one corner of her mouth curled into a dangerous smile.
“I... prefer... ravishing over being ravished... You’ll play along with me too, right? Let’s keep going... until we pass out? Okay? You will, right? Yeah? Yeah?”
This is dangerous. I have to run. If sex starts like this... I might really die... But another me inside whispered to me. You like being milked, don’t you?
“I love it, Cheshire. Please ravish me until I pass out.”
“Yeah. I’ll do my best.”
Thus began the time of infinite milking. I was helplessly ravished by Cheshire, whose switch had been flipped. Until I lost consciousness... again and again.