Chapter 123. Banging the Lewd Former Virgin (1)
'Put it... inside...?'
A voice cut through the haze of her clouded mind.
It took Berdia a long while to understand what it meant.
'Did Dave... actually say that?'
Even though their lips had parted, the sensation still lingered—the saliva that had passed from his mouth into hers seemed to echo inside her, the aftertaste vivid.
"......Well, you've gotten quite wet."
But Dave didn't give her any time to dwell on that feeling.
Instead, as if pressing the advantage, he slipped his fingers under her clothes, methodically stimulating her most sensitive spots.
"Did watching those two get you worked up? Or perhaps... you've always had a hidden lewd streak you didn't know about?"
-A wet trickle.
Dave's fingers were already gliding over the slick cleft of her drenched sex.
At that moment, a chill ran through Berdia; her head snapped up, and a sharp breath hissed through her clenched teeth.
"Heh, you're so much wetter than I expected. I doubt I'll need to make you more sensitive."
With that taunting mockery, the cleft gradually opened wider. As fluid beaded and dripped down, his fingers began to explore deeper inside, tracing the inner walls.
"Ngh, ngh...!"
The deeper he pushed, the more intense the sensation. The tickling feeling morphed into pleasure in an instant, and a full-body shudder made her squeeze her eyes shut.
"Oh my~ you've gone quiet. Could it be you're so overwhelmed that you're pouring every ounce of your focus into holding back?"
That was a provocation.
It was an annoying little ploy, as if he saw right through her state and wanted to rattle her further.
'S-something's wrong.'
But Berdia didn't even have the composure to glare at him. It was just a taunt, yet his words described her condition far too perfectly.
'It feels so much better... than when I touched myself... ngh!'
Yes, Berdia had underestimated it.
She'd thought that the act of pleasuring oneself was nothing more than rubbing the outer folds.
That was why she always took so long when she touched herself, and always had to endure the frustration of her climaxes taking forever to build.
"Is this it? Is this the sensitive spot?"
Making a mockery of all that past experience, the moment his finger brushed a particular spot along her inner wall, the pleasure swelled out of control.
"Hah, ah, ngh..."
In that instant, a pleasure that should have felt familiar crashed over her so swiftly that it felt foreign.
She felt her composure draining away just from trying to endure it, but no matter how desperately she tried to hold back, she couldn't suppress everything.
"Ah, haah!!"
The moment he pressed that spot, a violent moan tore out of her.
After that, she bit her lip to stifle the gasps that surged like a torrent, squeezed her eyes shut, and began to squirm.
'No. I can't lose myself!'
Just when she'd barely kept her mind from slipping away,
Berdia, having endured the sensation of being penetrated so deep, managed to ask him a question.
"......What are you planning to do... once you've taken control of the party?"
Humanity and the Demon King's Army.
What was he after, that he would go so far as to make direct contact with a party that everyone kept a cautious eye on, and then maintain that connection?
And was he truly capable of shouldering the consequences, to dare something like this?
"Are you trying to use the hero party to oppose humanity? Or are you aiming to seize power within the Demon King's Army... ngh!"
He shoved his fingers straight into her mouth.
As his thumb stroked her still-sensitive tongue, she felt the nerve she'd focused entirely on enduring the pleasure below scatter.
The moment both her upper and lower holes were violated at once,
that simple act alone shattered the precarious composure she'd been clinging to.
"I already told you, didn't I? I love them, so I want to make them mine."
As though he didn't even realize the state she was in, the man simply kept plunging into both her holes over and over.
"Where those feelings may lead after this, I don't know. Regrettably, I haven't lived a life of purity devoted to a single conviction, the way you have. Right now, I simply want to be true to my desires. The desire to move those girls according to my will."
"Ahh, ngh, mm, haah~♥"
Squelch, squelch.
As his thrusting fingers down below picked up speed, Dave pulled his fingers from her mouth, licked the drool that dripped down them, and began to whisper in her ear.
"To pull that off, I'll need to control you so I can reliably shake off humanity's pursuit. If you work for me, everything will proceed smoothly from here on out......"
-A wet trickle.
A tide surged up as the climax finally crested,
and as her strength left her legs and they wobbled beneath her, Berdia felt a heated haze invade her mind; her head began to droop, strength draining away.
"...Hah, hah."
Her body, now flushed with sweat and heat, had lost every trace of its former vitality.
The string of unexpected events had already thoroughly wrecked her composure, and that mental chaos drained even her physical strength, robbing her of any will to resist.
"I..."
Yet the fraying thread of her dignity was still there, forcing her dilated pupils to focus and kindling that tenacity one last time.
"I... will never... submit to you......"
No matter what happened from here on, that spirit would never be broken.
Those words, squeezed out by sheer force of will, were her last vestige of pride—her final bastion.
"......Well, of course. There's no way you'd submit so easily, not with just this much."
Yes, only by breaking that would he finally achieve what he wanted.
As if he had already anticipated a reaction of that sort, Dave released the restraints binding her body and began to lift her into his arms.
But even with the restraints gone, could she possibly resist?
Her mind was already under his control, her body barely able to move freely.
"You two, watch closely now—see just how this woman is going to break."
But that would also mean she'd have to bear the gazes of the onlookers without any resistance.
Before she knew it, the two figures perched demurely at the corner of the bed were gazing at her as she was laid down, their voices dripping with ecstasy.
"Yees~ Master~♥"
"Fufu, you'll become just like us too..."
Heira, Yumir.
These pitiful women, whose minds he had already completely dominated, now reduced to mere tools for him to use as sexual outlets.
Yet their faces looked utterly blissful. Even though their sense of self had been overwritten, they showed not a single trace of rejection, completely overtaken by pleasure.
'Am I going to become like that?'
There was no way.
But even the thought that she could resist to the end couldn't quite solidify into conviction. Not even stubbornness could make her that sure.
After all, at this very moment, her resistance was nothing more than words.
That arrogant Grand Archmage, and even an elf who had lived more than three times her own years, had already fallen—who could guarantee she wouldn't end up the same?
"Don't think about anything."
Just as anxiety began to creep in,
his hand moved over her body, pushing aside her clothes and exposing the underwear beneath.
Underwear she hadn't chosen for a situation like this, but had carefully selected with him in mind.
"Right now, don't think about anything. Leave everything to me."
As if his excitement had heightened, his caresses over her body began to carry more force.
Yet it didn't hurt. Instead, the moderate stimulation swept over her feverish body, and her nerves, teased by the ambiguity, ran wild on their own, amplifying her arousal.
"You're beautiful, Berdia."
Along with those gentle touches, Dave lay down beside her on the bed and began whispering in her ear.
"Yes, truly."
As he held her from the front and caressed her breasts and sex, pressing kisses to her cheek, she could feel affection directed toward her.
"You're beautiful."
As if proving that even these words she ought to dismiss as absurd were not lies.
She knew she had to resist, but Berdia just listened dumbly to his words, her mind blank.
'I like him, I said that....'
Before things had come to this.
Recalling the feelings she'd harbored for him.
'I definitely told him I liked him.'
Yes, it had come out abruptly, but it had been sincere.
She had constantly been aware of him as a man, and that feeling had grown even more pronounced when she sensed something in his sword.
He'd lived a precarious life, yet in the end had developed a heart that was firm and unwavering.
He was still immature, but if only she could stand by his side, she'd even harbored a wish to watch him grow.
'Then... wouldn't it be... okay?'
Yes, the pleasure she felt in this moment was erasing even his identity and intentions, amplifying only the goodwill she'd held toward him.
It was an attraction born from the act of comforting herself—an act that had stripped away her resistance to sex but had never truly satisfied her.
'If I feel this good because I like him...'
The first time in her life she'd become drunk on pleasure.
After she'd been caressed to several climaxes and her body had gone limp, Dave, who had been observing her, pressed his lips into a thin line and withdrew his wet hand.
"......Well, now she's completely unresponsive."
She hadn't rejected his hand; her hypersensitive body had reached climax and gushed fluid.
But apart from that, she showed no other reaction.
From an observer's standpoint, it would not have been strange to dismiss it as a mere physiological response rather than an exaggerated reaction.
Yes, he thought, this too must be her own way of resisting—to not yield.
"Well, she's thoroughly wet, so there's no need to drag this out any longer."
Having finished his caresses, he arranged her body on the bed and used both hands to spread her legs apart.
Though she was wet, only the outside had been touched. That deep place inside had never permitted anyone's intrusion before.
He had already confirmed that during his earlier caresses.
"Well then...... shall we slowly get started?"
Even so, he relentlessly prepared to push his thing inside her, intent on achieving his goal.
The head pressed against her cleft, gradually applying pressure, amplifying the foreign sensation inside her.
"...Huh?"
Feeling an alien sensation she'd never experienced before wash over her, Berdia belatedly shook off her daze and stared down between her legs.
The act was about to begin while she'd been out of it.
"W-wait! I-I'm not ready yet...!"
Her protest was made meaningless as —squelch!— his member pierced through her insides with a sound.
The entry was so light, so smooth.
The membrane sealing her inside couldn't even put up proper resistance, tearing far too easily.
"Hngk!"
The instant pain seized her body, she arched her back and gasped, her eyes flying wide open.
'It's... in...'
A climax that hit at the very moment of penetration.
Though a storm of electric pleasure raged through her head, even in the chaos she immediately realized that something precious had been taken from her.
'It's really... inside me?'
One of the Ten Strongest of the Continent. The Shrine Maiden of the God of War. The knight most favored by the leader of humanity, and the ultimate shield who would soon guide humanity's savior.
The first time of someone whom all looked up to, had now been taken so lightly by the man she'd given her heart to.