Chapter 109. Baby-Making Ejaculation Sex (1)
Chapter 109. Baby-Making Ejaculation Sex (1)
Nightmares were something Ymir had long grown accustomed to.
Even now, long after the research she had pursued relentlessly since becoming Grand Archmage had finally concluded, the spectacle of that day still surfaced in her dreams from time to time.
"Ahht, ahhk~♥"
Madoka.
The one and only friend she had ever kept in her life. The symbol of her deepest sin — someone she now believed she would never see again, the one she had ultimately failed to save.
"Haah, nn, aahn~ It's so good~ It feels so good~♥"
And yet, even in what should have been the stuff of nightmares, that face was always brimming with happiness.
No matter how thoroughly she had crashed against the wall of talent and chosen such a wretched end, the pleasure flooding a body steeped in drugs had a way of erasing even that self-awareness.
"...Madoka."
Ymir had always done nothing but watch from a distance.
She never approached directly, nor did she flee.
She merely regretted not reaching out a little sooner; beyond that, she could only wait to wake, turning over the feelings that had been piling up since that very moment.
"She looks happy."
But the dream she had that night felt unusually vivid.
The emotion etched into Madoka's enraptured face as she stared at her was brimming with life. The breath that spilled from those lips reached her skin in real time, carrying its warmth.
'Is this... really a dream?'
Yes, this time it felt as though something substantial existed — not merely an illusion.
As if she truly had returned to the past to witness Madoka being gang-raped all over again, the happiness Madoka felt in this moment struck deep into the core of her chest.
"Yumil~♥ Come over here~ Let's feel good together, you and me~ Ahahahaha~♥"
She wanted to know firsthand what sort of emotions this girl was feeling.
More than that, she wanted to build a bond with her, to whisper those emotions back and forth.
Having never gotten to say a proper goodbye before that encounter came to its end, Ymir could not help but feel an intense pull toward the presence standing before her.
"...Really now."
One step.
The feet that had always done nothing but observe now took one step forward, then another, until at last she stood before her.
"Ufufu, that's it. Yumil, you made the right choice."
Madoka stretched out a hand smeared in sticky white fluid, poised to seize her and pull her inside.
The moment the smile on that face grew sharper, Ymir likewise began curling the corners of her own lips upward — readying herself to be true to her feelings.
"You really do make my mood absolutely foul."
A vicious irritation aimed squarely at whoever had manufactured this goddamn situation.
-Krakathoom, krakathoom!
In that instant, an electric current surged from her hand, searing through Madoka's fingers.
As the chain-reaction shock reduced even the vagrants loitering nearby to ash, her friend — standing at the center of it all — began to shriek.
"Kyaaaagh! Yu-Yumil! Wh-why...!"
"Shut up. You reek of filthy whore."
That was the only reply she would give.
With a single wave of her hand, the friend whose very bones had been scorched through vanished completely.
Leaving behind nothing but the ashes of what had once been a friend in her grasp.
"...There's a limit to how much bullshit you can pull. Who the hell would fall for it just because you made a scene I've already seen hundreds of times feel a little more realistic?"
If anything, the realism itself felt jarring — precisely because she had told herself it was an illusion so many times before.
Having grasped the situation and shaken it off without a shred of lingering attachment, Ymir turned her back on the scene and slowly lifted her gaze toward the darkened sky.
An endlessly black sky, and the abyss spread beneath it.
Its breadth and height were impossibly vast by any human measure, and yet not a single corner showed even a hint of light.
Was this not the perfect place to represent a woman who had surpassed the pinnacle of humanity at the youngest age in history, yet held expectations of no one?
"Seriously, whose head is this supposed to be? It's unbelievably dreary."
It was probably her own psyche being projected by the nightmare demons' machinations.
Enough to force its way into the mind of a Grand Archmage — someone whose mental fortitude no one could hope to match.
That alone told Ymir immediately that her opponent's capabilities were on an entirely different plane from ordinary nightmare demons.
'Well, even so — if the target they tried to control managed to resist, they must have taken a fair bit of damage.'
-Crack! Crack! Fissures began spreading across the black sky.
It would soon be time to wake from the nightmare. Ymir stretched her stiff limbs and readied herself to leave this space.
"Now then... shall we go see just who thought it would be cute to pull this stupid horseshit?"
Her attitude held not a trace of hesitation, nor even a flicker of fear that a greater nightmare might come crashing in.
Even a nightmare personally delivered by the Queen of Nightmare Demons was nothing more than a trinket to the woman who had become Grand Archmage at the youngest age in history.
'Dave, I'm serious.'
However, the very fact that such a formidable being had interfered with her mind was stirring up memories that ought to have remained dormant.
Not the nightmare she had merely watched from afar — but memories accompanied by sensations her own body had directly experienced...
"What? There's still more?"
The moment those traces of memory surfaced, her head turned unconsciously.
There, she saw the figure of a man standing opposite her.
The man she had spent all that time with. The man toward whom she had come to harbor feelings she could never simply dismiss.
'Stop spouting nonsense. Are you telling me to believe that right now? What kind of broken brain would want to bear the child of a man who treats her like a slave...?'
That man was venting his fury at her.
The timidity he had always shown in her presence — the gentle, tender demeanor — all of it had vanished without a trace.
'Yeah, because I resent you.'
Even though such an attitude should have felt viscerally wrong, she was instead smiling as she spoke to him.
'And just as much as that, it's because I didn't want to forget the first experience you gave me.'
Her first experience.
She definitely had memories of that moment too.
After all, he had brought an end to the research that had consumed her for so long, and afterward he had never held back his consideration for her — and she had been drawn to him for it.
So she had wanted her first time, her experience with him, to end meaningfully and with worth. And she had believed it had ended that way, but...
"...What is this?"
No — had that really been the entirety of her memory?
She had simply never thought about it deeply, but looking back, the events grew hazy from the middle onward.
As if her memory had been smeared over partway through. No — as though she herself had refused to recall what had happened at that time.
Even direct contact with him, which might have served as a catalyst for those memories, was something she had thought she needed to keep at a distance — at least until this very moment had forced her to look back.
"What in the world..."
So that was what this was. Memories that should never have been called up, that should have remained asleep, were now rising to the surface.
'...Right now.'
The instant she realized it, the projection of him standing before her prepared to snap his fingers at her.
Radiating bewilderment and fear at a situation he could not comprehend.
'Vanish from my sight. Right now.'
The moment she ruthlessly unleashed the power she possessed, the collapse of the space accelerated, and the surrounding darkness gradually began to recede.
The light spilling in from every direction was surely the sign that she would soon wake from the nightmare.
And as if to prove it, the afterimage before her grew faint — and before she knew it, Ymir became aware that her own hand had moved to touch something trickling from her eyes.
"...Ah, haha."
Something she had never once shed even while watching her friend be gang-raped.
The moment she touched the traces born of nothing other than 'pain felt by her own self' —
"This is... a bit of a shock, even for me..."
Having felt an emotion she had long forgotten, Ymir steadied her heart as it pounded from the weight of it all.
Hatred encroaching upon affection for him.
Endlessly turning over the moment those two intertwined and warped into an emotion called 'obsession.'
***
...And then.
-Splurrt!
Dave, bound to the bed, had at last been brought to ejaculation.
The instant the folds of flesh wrapped around his member were painted white, his expression twisted violently.
For all that it was sexual pleasure, the draining lassitude that swept in with an unwanted ejaculation was far from a purely pleasant sensation.
"...Fufu. Yes... that's the feeling."
Conversely, what graced the lips that had taken his cock inside was an exaltation born of nostalgia.
She licked the fluid from the cock she had taken into her mouth so many times, savoring the taste, and a smile slowly spread across her lips.
A smile that, to any onlooker, could be called nothing short of mockery.
"Now that I think about it, you mercilessly shoved it into my mouth and came back then too, didn't you? Gripping my head, pumping away without a shred of mercy..."
"Ymir, you... mmph!"
Ymir, her mouth still holding the semen, pressed her lips against his once more.
He tried to resist, but with all four limbs bound, the only thing he could do was accept her actions.
"Hheu, mm... haah~♥"
He attempted to force her tongue back with his own — but unlike his restrained limbs, her hands remained perfectly free.
-Tap. Tap.
Still locked in the kiss, Ymir began fondling his cock with her hand once again, stimulating every sensitive spot.
Her touch felt incredibly skilled, for some reason. As if all the clumsiness from her first experience had vanished without a trace.
"Hnnh, mm, hheu~"
At last, Ymir ravaged his strength-drained lips without restraint, forcing her breath into him.
After finishing that fervent kiss, she lifted her head and seized Dave's face roughly.
"Dave... You can't possibly imagine. From the moment my memories returned — the very instant you, drenched in blood, faced me — how long I've waited for this moment."
-Thud. Thud.
A heartbeat began to echo in the space where their eyes met.
It was surely born of fear.
Yes — because he could already foresee what this woman, having utterly lost all reason, was about to do next.
"What the hell are you planning to do?"
"What do you mean, 'what'? You already know, don't you?"
And yet, faced with a question that sounded like a denial of reality itself, Ymir continued without the slightest hesitation.
"To leave your mark on my body — I'm going to do the one thing you hate most."
His member, standing rigidly erect once more, was already aimed precisely between her legs, positioned directly above him.