Chapter 3. Scoring a Rookie Adventurer (3)
Chapter 3. Scoring a Rookie Adventurer (3)
"...Y-yes."
A gulp. The sound of her swallowing.
But there was no way she could force out a lie — so every word that spilled from her lips from this point on would well up from pure, honest feeling. "Up until now I was training, so I've never done it... I thought, well, maybe someday it might happen, but..."
Hah. So even this oblivious young lady who didn't know how to touch herself wasn't entirely without curiosity about men.
She must have lived a damn busy life. Or else they worked her that relentlessly.
"A pity. I imagine you'd hoped your first time would be a cozy honeymoon with a man you loved."
A wretch like me, trampling all over a girl's innocent heart like this — I was the scum of the earth.
Which makes me a perfectly serviceable asset for the Demon King's Army, don't you think?
"Ngh—!"
She flared up at that, the wrongness of it stinging her sharply. And even so, she yielded — let the head slide fully inside her. Pitiful virgin.
No trace of that humble, unadorned girl I'd first met remained now.
Strip away the modesty, peel back the honest charm that had been hidden underneath, and all that was left was one utterly vulgar beast.
"Don't expect any tenderness."
A cheap whore gets cheap treatment.
-Smack!
Without a shred of mercy. Just like that.
The moment I drove my thrusting organ inside, her spine began to arch like a bow.
"Ah-haak—!"
A ragged breath wrenched violently from her throat, forced out by sheer tension.
As if the first true agony of her life had seized her neck, a sound too broken to be a scream — a harsh, wheezing noise — began leaking from her mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah, aht—!"
Droplets of blood, mingled with arousal flooding out like a broken dam, stained the bedsheet. The moment her maidenhead tore.
But the pain of the rupture would swiftly turn to pleasure.
"S-st—stop, th-this is too much... H-hyik—!"
"You look pathetic."
"Aghk—!!"
I flipped her body then and there, shoved her face into the pillow, and picked up speed.
-Creak, creak.
The writhing maiden's identity dissolved into the pillow. Smothered away.
"M-mmph, hrmmph, mmph..."
Even so, the moans she couldn't suppress grew louder; and in the midst of it, a tingling, ticklish sensation from deep inside began driving my urge to come higher and higher.
"Filthy slut."
How long did I keep at it?
When I seized her by the hair and yanked her head out of the pillow, the sordid face smeared with spit and tears surfaced before me.
"Oh, o-ohh, oh-gohh...♥"
A woman trembling with her tongue hanging out.
Virgin body or not, she had already hit two peaks — maybe more — under my thrusts.
"Tell me. Who are you?"
I asked her quietly.
"S-Seri... I'm Sherika..."
"What repulsive drivel."
Even with her tongue so twisted she can barely speak, she still asserts her own name. Admirable, in a sense.
Still gripping her hair, I dragged her head to the mirror resting on the bedside shelf and shoved her face toward it.
"Are you telling me the owner of the vulgar face reflected in this mirror is Serika?"
"Eh—uhh?"
Focus seeped slowly into her blank stare.
Just for this one instant, I let the hypnosis dominating her loosen — only slightly.
She was still under my control, but the emotions rising from her unconscious would grow that much sharper. And so, face-to-face with her own degraded reflection, tongue still lolling out, Serika's expression slowly began to stain itself with despair.
"Th-this is... this isn't me. Something like this is—..."
"Come now. Let me ask you again."
-Crack!!
The blow to her rear sent her head jerking upward.
Her blue-pale face heated once more. Her head, wrenched back from the mirror, began shaking wildly, whipped about by the motion of my hips.
"The one getting fucked by me right now, panting like a bitch in heat and bucking her hips — who exactly are you? Who is this bitch, this dog-whore who secretly revels in it while being treated like less than a human being?!"
Crack, crack! The harder I struck her flesh, the fiercer the convulsions grew.
The last thread of resistance, spasming against the pleasure — it took only a moment to overcome.
"I... I'm..."
In the end, the girl collapsed forward onto the bed with a wail. Her hands clenched the sheets so ferociously it looked like she would tear them apart — and she screamed.
"I'm a bitch!! Serika is Master's bitch!!"
"That's right, you bitch-whore! If it feels good, scream even cheaper for me!"
"Aah-aaaaaang—!!!"
The instant even the resistance born from her unconscious was devoured by pleasure.
The mating-cry it produced drove my sadistic urges to a peak. And that pressure, in turn, poured more raw force into my cock.
Ah, shit. It'd be a problem if she got pregnant.
-Spurt!!
Just barely pulling my mind together, I yanked out of her and released.
Milky-white fluid scattered through the air, splattering across her body in streaks. Only then did she stop climaxing. Her body went slack.
"Ahh, heh-hehh...♥"
She stared up at the ceiling with a vacant expression. And yet, the hands clutching the bedsheets still hadn't loosened their grip.
Saliva trickled from the tip of her tongue, the corners of her lips twitching upward even between spasms.
No one would ever imagine this girl was the same one who radiated pure innocence when I first met her.
"...Now, what would you have me do to you?"
Yes. So wonderfully vulgar. Conditioning this one would be a pleasure.
But I had no intention of pushing any further on my own will alone.
Even hypnosis isn't all-powerful. If you want to overcome its limits, to toy with the subject as you please, it's best to minimize direct coercion.
So now that the groundwork was laid, I intended, in this moment, to demand the honest feelings welling up from her unconscious.
Would she feel the humiliation of this situation and choose to stop?
Or would she, drunk on pleasure, spread her holes open of her own volition?
"...Hah."
Soon enough, she answered my question honestly.
"O-one more time..."
The moment the expected answer left her lips, I swallowed my rising breath and reached for her body again.
-Creak, creak.
The bed's rhythm continued. For hours.
***
"...Nn, ngh..."
How much time had passed? Serika, having steadied her hazy mind, began lifting her sluggish body upright.
Had she been asleep until just now? If so, the pounding ache in her head felt nothing like waking up rested. No sense of refreshment whatsoever.
It felt more like... like she'd been drinking.
'Did I drink? Me?'
If she had, then with whom?
At the very least, it wasn't with her companions. Before they set out on the adventure in earnest, they'd scattered to attend to their own roles and responsibilities.
The very last memory she could grasp was from when she'd been at the tavern, trying to recruit a new teammate...
'Ah. Right. I was trying to recruit someone.'
A fellow rookie, like herself.
Mocked by the other adventurers while he drank alone. It had seemed so pitiful... she'd wound up approaching him and proposing they party up together.
Without her own comrades, she'd have ended up exactly where he was. It didn't feel like a stranger's business. Yes... the start was less pity, more a sense of kinship.
'I followed him to his room, and then...'
Sifting through the memories of that time moment by moment, Serika clutched her head. Then she furrowed her brow and shook it side to side.
'I can't remember.'
She could recall following him into the room. But beyond that, nothing came to mind.
What in the world had happened?
As she puzzled over it, her sight finally recovered. Serika slowly began to look around.
The room was unfamiliar but plainly the interior of an inn. And she was lying on the bed in that room, a blanket draped over her.
With not a single thread of clothing on underneath.
"Huh?"
And beside her lay a man she recognized.
"Huh... huhhh?"
Serika let out a stunned sound, staring blankly at him as he slept.
But even after looking twice, it was unmistakably a man.
Naked, alone together with a man in bed...
"N-nnh..."
Was her bewildered exclamation too loud?
The man soon stirred with a groan. He pushed himself upright with visible effort, baring his body plainly in front of Serika.
Golden hair, copper-toned skin. And yet his face gave off a remarkably clean, fresh impression.
Objectively speaking, he was handsome. And as she took in his reasonably well-trained physique, she felt her heart inexplicably start to pound.
Enough that, in any other situation, she'd definitely have averted her eyes in embarrassment.
"...Uhh?"
It was around then that the man seemed to grasp the situation, too. He looked down at his own body, then let out a groan much like Serika's.
He also appeared plenty startled by this turn of events...
But no matter who you asked, this situation could only mean one thing. The thing she thought it meant.
A man she'd approached out of a sense of kinship had taken her to his room and violated her. She had no memory of it, but that had to be what happened.
"Kyah—...!"
As that realization twisted into shame and seized her throat—
"I-I'm so sorry!!"
—before it could even become a scream, the man sprang up from the bed and leaped straight backward off it. He slammed his head onto the floor beneath the bed. Hard enough to make a loud thud.