Chapter 6: The Sweet Price of Humiliation?

"Guhk... ugh...!"

The hot, fishy cock that had filled my mouth finally pulled out. A thick strand of the semen I couldn't swallow dangled from my lips like a thread, dripping onto the ground. My jaw muscles twitched like they were numb, and my throat still clung to the man's thick, sticky cum, radiating an unpleasant warmth.

"Hey, kid. You really milked it good—look at the saintess's face. She's loving it."

The mercenary leader's mocking voice rang out, but I couldn't lift my head. Face-down on the ground, all I could do was dry-heave at the disgust of having swallowed something no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠better than an animal's waste.

But the system was merciless.

No way... this can't be happening.

It was utterly revolting, like I was about to die from it, yet a prickling heat began rising from deep in my gut.

"Puha... urp...! Gah!"

The youngest mercenary slowly, so agonizingly slowly, pulled his cock from between my lips. Strands of sticky saliva and semen clung to his red glans, stretching out like threads. The moment the foreign object filling my mouth vanished, my jaw spasmed, lips quivering.

"Whew... Saintess, your throat was so tight it tried to suck out every last drop."

The kid grinned sleazily in satisfaction, slapping his cum-glistening dick against my cheek. I spat the remaining thick, fishy fluid onto the ground.

"Ptoo...! Y-you animals...!"

Tears welled up as I glared at them. My body shook with shame and rage, but they just laughed, like my glare was amusing.

But something was off. Even after cumming twice, the kid's cock stood rigid, menacing as ever.

"Hah, check this out? The saintess's energy is so good, it's still raring to go."

The kid gripped his shaft, his eyes slithering between my legs.

"If her mouth and tits feel this good... how tight and hot must her real pussy be? Time to try the main hole."

"W-what...? No, stop!"

My scream only fueled their lust. The leader and others from behind yanked down their pants, closing in.

"Can't let just the kid have all the fun! We're in line too!"

"Wanna bet who gets to seed the saintess's virgin hole first?"

I was surrounded. Their veiny, dark cocks pressed in, overwhelming my vision. They'd already defiled my mouth and tits—now these beastly mercenaries would gangbang me and take my virginity.

No... I don't want it like this... so pointlessly...

Real-world memories mixed with the eroge's settings, my mind flashing white. No escape in this dead-end alley. The hungry beasts' breaths clawed at my ears.

I can't end like this. Never!

In the burning terror, I desperately scraped at my memories. This was reality, but at its core, the eroge world I'd been playing. There had to be a 'cheat' for this bullshit scenario.

The points from that humiliating service caught my eye. This filthy reward from my mouth and tits ravaged would ironically be the key to saving my virginity.

Remember, Sodohui! What was the escape right before bad end in this game?!

A flash—a skill crossed my mind. The dev's 'mercy' for the infamous difficulty, a hidden skill amid player backlash.

This was it. The bailout letting players get one last chance without reloading saves, right before bad end script.

"Heh heh, now, Saintess? Spread those pretty legs?"

The kid swallowed hard, hand sliding between my thighs. The leader loomed with his massive cock in hand.

Just as their breaths hit me, I screamed inwardly.

"System! Spend 300 EP! Activate skill Last Struggle!"

Boom—!

Hot mana exploded from my heart, surging through my body. My trembling fingers gained steel-like strength. My blurry vision sharpened like a blade, their sluggish movements crystal clear.

"Wha...? Hey, this bitch is glowing...!"

The leader froze in shock. I kicked off the ground, snatching the kid's wrist gripping my hair.

Crack—!

"A-aaagh! My wrist! My wrist!!"

The kid who moments ago laughed while ravaging me screamed pitifully through the alley. His bones crumbled powerlessly in my slender hand.

"You fuckers... you really wanna die, huh?"

My voice dropped cold. Cum still smeared my chest, the man's scent lingered in my mouth—but fear was gone. Only boiling vengeance for these beasts remained.

"G-gah! What the hell is this...!"

The panicked leader swung a fist, but it looked like slow motion. I ducked easily, channeling enhanced mana into my punch straight to his solar plexus.

Thud—!

"Guhk...!"

The hulking brute rolled on the ground groaning from one hit. Unimaginable for my real self. But now, system-granted transcendent specs and endless hatred ruled my body.

"This... this is my real power?"

Clenching my fist sent shivers through me. The ones who mocked me, ridiculed my flat chest, shoved their filthy cocks in my mouth to corrupt it into a 'mouth-pussy.' The fishy taste and smell still coated my tongue, nausea rising.

"C'mon, try it again. What about my small tits?"

I kicked mercilessly at the staggering mercenary's face.

Splat! Crunch!

"Aaaagh! My nose! My noooose!!"

The satisfying crunch of his nasal bone echoed. Fun. These predators ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who'd cornered me now trembled at my feet, begging for life.

I grabbed the youngest's collar. His grotesque cock that defiled my mouth shriveled pathetically between his legs.

"Hey, get it up again. It was so proud before—why'd it die?"

"S-Saintess! Mercy! Please...!"

"Mercy? Didn't think of that when you shoved it in my mouth?"

I pummeled his gut.

Thud! Thud! Splat—!

He spat blood-flecked saliva, foaming as he collapsed. The males' bravado vanished, leaving only screams and groans in the dark.

"...Just 50?"

A hollow laugh escaped. The reward for risking my life was a tenth of the 500 EP from sucking the kid's dick and offering my tits. This game was utterly insane.

Does whoring my body out give ten times more value than fighting...?

Tasting the thick semen lingering in my mouth again, I realized EP's value and this world's cruelty. But no regrets. Seeing these rags at my feet mended my trampled pride a bit.

"Hah... hah..."

Panting roughly, I stumbled out of the dim alley. Leaning on the wall, I straightened my ruined clothes first. Outer layer intact, but inside...

"...So sticky."

The unpleasant slickness sliding down my chest. The hot, fishy cum the kid had sprayed indiscriminately on my pale skin still clung warmly, un-cooled even as I fixed my shirt. Wiping with my hand just spread the viscous white fluid wider inside, gluing it to my skin and fabric.

If I'd been in that tattered dress from the start... Chilling thought. Cum pooled in my cleavage would've soaked through, advertising my violation to the whole town.

I need new clothes. Can't stand this much longer...

But no memory of buying or washing in the game system. I dragged my heavy steps back into the inn.

Clink, clink.

The innkeeper wiped cups indifferently as I entered. He glanced at me like roadside gravel, then back to work.

"..."

Other patrons same. No one asked if I was okay. Hell, when those scum dragged me out like meat, they'd just smirked like it was a show or looked away.

Assholes... Do they even know what just happened to me out there?

Resentment surged. Fishy musk and bitterness still coated my mouth, chest soaked in male waste. These cold NPCs stabbed deeper into my misery.

I staggered to a dim corner, sat, and hugged myself as the cooling cum sent chills.

Huddled, I swiped the air with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠trembling fingers. The bluish system window reappeared on my retina, invisible to others.

50 from victory plus remnants after the skill. Chilling that the horrors on my mouth and tits boiled down to this number.

With this... I gotta level up my tits?

That perv old man Lucas's face flashed. Obsessed with Lv5 tits, the bust fiend geezer.

My tits aren't sorry for being small... but.

Logic issue. In this rotten eroge world, quests needed NPC conditions met. My current flat... ugh, flat chest meant no info, just mercenary bait again.

"System, Ero Stats."

Ding—

"Hah... still pathetic."

My real slender figure etched in numbers drew a sigh. But no surrender. Hardening cum inside warned: don't get strong—no, evolve into a 'slutty body'—and this world devours you whole.

How much EP for breasts to Lv5? Dumping all 250 now...

I stared at the menu, mentally calculating. Lv1 to 2: 100 EP. Exponential after.

"That geezer Lucas... Lv5 how huge? Watermelons?"

I bit my lip. Fishy night-flower scent lingered, but I hovered over enhance.

Do it. Games are trial and error—then try again.

Defeated, violated, points to upgrade body and survive. If that's the rule, I'd play.

"Invest 200 EP in breasts!"

"Eh...?"

The message blinked, devouring 200 EP. No flashy lights—just data change, but a ticklish heat swelled inside my breasts.

I peeked down cautiously. Still flat over clothes. Plum—no, cherry-sized, mockable bumps...

"...Huh? Wait?!"

Subtle, but real. Just +1 level, yet the ridge swelled noticeably more.

I grabbed my tits over clothes, forgetting stares.

"O-ohhh...!"

Vivid pressure in my palm. Before, squeezing hit air more; now soft, elastic flesh filled heavier. Squeezing yielded squishy fat between fingers.

"It's real. They actually grew!"

Joy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my real Sodohui could never have. Even through cum-sticky shirt, the soft volume magically lifted my misery.

"Hah... 200 points for this..."

I kneaded harder, lips moving. The euphoric rush per growth—why players grinded EP made sense. But imagining Lv5's lewd transformation chilled my spine.

"Wait, perv geezer... I'll make 'em watermelons and pop your eyes."

Crushing my swollen chest, I steeled for the long haul to 'huge tits.'

"Ahem!"

A sharp cough jolted me. Innkeeper glared from counter. Worse—rough patrons stopped, staring and chuckling.

"Hey! Saintess~ Kneading your tits alone? Face priceless."

"No one to grope 'em? Want me to?"

Shit. High on growth, forgot where I was. To them, a corner slut idly fondling herself.

"N-no! Um... water! Water please!"

I chugged table water to hide embarrassment. Cold rush revived the kid's faint fishy taste.

"Urk... damn, pisses me off..."

I rinsed viciously, ignoring jeers. Calm. Mood foul, but tits grew—goal's escape.

Wiping wet lips, I headed to Lucas.

Old man slumped, eyes shut.

"Lucas. Info on the first saintess armor, please."

He cracked eyes thinly. Ignored my face, gaze dropping.

But... longer linger on chest. Sly flick over shirt's new swell. 1.5x longer admiration, then tsk tsk, eyes shut.

"Zzz... snore..."

"Hey! I saw you look! Bigger, right?!"

He snored theatrically. No info, but confirmation: it worked.

Wait, perv. Lv5, your snores become screams.

Feeling heavy new weight, I pondered next EP grind.