Chapter 49. If We're Doing It, Let's Feel Good Together.
Chapter 49. If We're Doing It, Let's Feel Good Together.
No one.
Not a single person had ever shown her anything you could call affection.
Her natural looks drew nothing but filthy desire, and as the seasons turned, only lecherous stares followed her.
Loneliness settled into every place she fled to, but she had always thought that was far better.
If she never expected anything, she could never be betrayed. If she never leaned on the goodwill of those who sought to use her for their own ends, her heart would never be thrown into turmoil.
"I love you."
So she believed she would never hear those words.
And she believed she would never speak them herself.
"I love you, Ymir."
Yet the moment she actually heard them, she felt a knot deep in her chest—one that had been there for as long as she could remember—begin to unravel.
They were steeped in filthy lust rather than tenderness, but her heart was swayed all the same by a whisper that held genuine feeling, not pretense.
The instant she realized that, it struck her.
The reason she had kept everyone at arm's length all this time wasn't because she truly hated them—it was because they had never given her what she truly longed for.
There had, in fact, been a time when she wanted to get along with others.
She had simply given up because she couldn't, and after so much time had passed that she'd forgotten the moment of that surrender, all that remained was a misanthropic shell of a person who distrusted humanity.
'I hate this....'
He was exactly the kind of person she had always wanted to distance herself from.
A snake-tongued schemer, a lapdog of the Demon King who violated body and soul with a wicked power that dominated the mind.
'I'm supposed to hate him....'
And yet, despite everything.
Even as she felt a genuine hatred for him stirring within her.
'Why do I want to hear more of that voice?'
She couldn't bring herself to curse at his loathsome whispers, couldn't even manage a single insult.
Because she had felt sincerity in the way he dealt with her.
Because it was the first time she had ever felt such sincerity from anyone, and she wanted the end of that feeling to be something beautiful.
The hands that had caressed her body, his member entering her, the voice he had let her hear during the act—
She wanted to etch the intensity of that first experience, woven together from all those things, into her heart. And it was already etched there....
'So even someone like me can be loved... I started to think that maybe someday, I'd get to say those kinds of words to someone, too.'
The rising sense of betrayal, and yet the affection she couldn't shake because of how intense that first experience had been.
A passionate emotion forged from those two conflicting feelings began to sprout in her heart, but even that, she felt, was withering in the face of a helplessness that allowed no resistance whatsoever.
What did it mean, being a Grand Archmage? What did it mean, being a member of the hero party?
In the end, all that remained here was a woman toyed with by a silver-tongued schemer and a man who could dominate another's mind.
'Ymir~'
In that moment, a voice surfaced in her mind.
'Come over here. You too, let's....'
Through her blurred vision, she saw someone's silhouette beckoning to her.
'Let's feel good together~♥'
Madoka....
The one child who had approached her when she feared people and kept them at bay, and the one who, in the end, despaired of reality and cast everything aside.
Nothing in that tragic life had come about by her own choice. An insurmountable environment had driven her into a corner, finally forcing an unwanted choice upon her and plunging the rest of her life into ruin.
"Stop."
Yes, she thought she could finally understand how Madoka felt.
"Please, stop. I was completely wrong.... Don't say things like that, please."
It awakened a person's heart, only for them to despair over the reality they faced.
And in a moment where resistance is never permitted, there is only one choice left.
"From now on, I'll do anything you order, so please...."
To accept a reality you can't escape and submit to all the sadistic desires directed at you.
If that was the only choice she was given, then all she had to do was let go of everything without agonizing over it.
"Please, don't defile my first time any more than this...."
Cast aside the ego, entrust everything to the one standing before her....
If doing so meant she didn't have to torment herself—hating him, yet unable to forget that intense memory—then she would vow that her body and soul belonged utterly to him.
"......That's not it. Ymir."
Even after she had declared such submission.
"You're not that kind of person, are you?"
He, however, seemed dissatisfied with something. Rejecting her earnest plea, he grabbed her by the hair.
"When I first touched you, what did you say? Didn't you spout some arrogant crap about never surrendering to me? So why are you changing your tune now, tossing your ideals aside like a worn-out shoe?"
It was because she hadn't known the value of her first time back then.
Because she hadn't known how utterly wretched and sad it would be to have it all end in this way.
For her, who was only now beginning to truly understand another person's heart, the true nature of the one who had awakened that heart was far too shocking.
"You have to hold out to the end. That's what a Grand Archmage should do...."
He surely understood this as well.
He could easily confirm that everything she was saying was true, simply by giving a suggestion that she could not lie in front of him.
So why did he act so shamelessly in front of her, why did he grin with mockery?
Why, when he could bind even her mind, did he keep her ego intact? What did he want from her, that he would even refuse her declaration of surrender?
"Ah, no. I, I am...."
The answer came to her soon enough.
"I'm not the great being you think I am."
It wasn't simply about declaring defeat.
He wanted her to fall deeper, more miserably, so far down that she wouldn't even be permitted to meet his gaze.
"Mage, savior, all of that... I don't need any of it. From the very start, I was just... I was just...."
So don't dig any deeper into my heart.
"I'm just a selfish bitch who only ever cared about myself...."
So don't defile the first time I held so precious any more than this.
When she bowed her naked head, driven by that desperate feeling, only then did a look of bliss finally start to show on his face.
As if he could not contain the exaltation he felt in this moment through willpower alone.
He even had to clamp a hand over his own mouth.
"......If that's how you really feel, then you know how you should address me from now on, don't you?"
At the voice that reached her through the gaps in his fingers, Ymir slowly raised her head and spoke.
"Yes, Master."
-Crack!
A slap followed immediately, sending her body crumpling.
Afterward, he flicked his fingers, and as the command transmitted through her dominated mind, her body was forcibly hauled upright.
"......Say it again. Who am I?"
"Dave, M-Master...."
"Yeah, you little bitch."
The moment his hand swung roughly and seized her by the hair, yanking her right in front of him.
"Bitches bark. If you don't want to get hit again, bark for me."
Her body, meeting his two eyes staring clearly at her, trembled violently—but that, too, was only for a moment.
"......Arf."
Hadn't she already decided to give up?
She didn't want to experience any more pain.
"Arf, arf... Arf!"
She had already resolved to cast aside even her dignity as a human being.
There was nothing she couldn't do when it came to something as trivial as this.
"...You're really doing this?"
"Heup, hek... hek... Arf, arf!!"
With the sobs that escaped her lips.
And with a smile forced onto her face, she buried the bitterness in her heart.
"...You're a real son of a bitch, aren't you."
"Yes, yes. I'm an ignorant bitch. So, so please forgive this foolish me. To lowly me, Master's love...."
In the midst of her desperate bowing, her words halted for a moment.
"......Mercy."
Having belatedly corrected herself, she began to draw a vulgar smile as she exposed her body.
Exposing a filthy body that served no purpose but to please a man, looking as pathetic as if she were leashed by an invisible collar.
"T-To this wretch, who is nothing but... a lowly slave. Please... grant me your mercy."
Yes, she was exactly like a lowly slave in and of herself.
Simply by restraining her body and giving value to her first time, her pride had been hurled into the abyss.
"......Rather than mercy, you should be begging for my cock."
As if thinking, 'Where could I possibly find a sight more perfectly to my liking than this?', he no longer raised his hand against her.
So, this is what you wanted.
"Y-Yes. Your cock...."
If that's the case, I'll give it to you as much as you want.
I'll throw away my dignity, throw away my ego, and give you this body and heart, exactly as you wish.
If being consumed by pleasure like that could make me forget everything that's happened up to now...
"Please ram your Master's cock into this lewd body, over and over again."
She, who remembered the moment she'd climaxed and become a mindless fool, began turning her lower body toward where he stood, hoping for that moment to return.
Her cunt was already wet, as if anticipating being pounded again.
Seeing that, he licked his lips, grabbed her waist, and roughly thrust his member in.
A callous assault, devoid of any gentleness.
"Ahht~♥"
The mating cry that burst from her lips held not a shred of restraint.
"Ahhaang~ haah, aaahng~!!"
Because she didn't have to hold back anymore.
No, the her of right now had to let herself be consumed by this pleasure.
Only then could she forget this damnable reality and, at the very least, dress the good moments up as memories.
"More, fuck me more... ruin me completely, Master~♥"
The moment she let that pleasure into her body, a wave of regret began washing over her.
Why had she endured and lived without doing something so simple, when all she had to do was entrust everything to a man?
Simply by immersing herself in this moment, she could be freed from all worry and pain.
'Madoka... did you feel like this, too?'
She had always pitied Madoka.
But now, she even found herself thinking that maybe, back then, Madoka had been right.
"Haah, ah, aahng~♥"
Every time his thick cock entered and withdrew from her body, the swelling pleasure turned her mind completely blank.
And with every mating cry that escaped her, her heart felt lighter, as if she were vomiting up all the bitterness inside.
'If I take it, all the way to the end... to the very end....'
As that pleasure approached its peak, she began to imagine the future in her head.
'Might there come a day when I carry Dave's child?'
To carry a child.
It was something she'd never thought would happen in her life, but now, things might be different.
Bearing the child of the man you hate is the ultimate humiliation, and his goal was to make her fall in the most miserable way possible.
'If I were to actually carry that child....'
If she truly ended up carrying his child, and that child was born...
Could she honestly love that child?
Or would she pour all the hatred she couldn't express to the father onto that child?
-Splurt.
In that moment, semen shot from the member that had been pulled out of her body.
The moment her body was drenched by yet another external ejaculation—there was nothing strange about him coming at the end of such an intense act, but as she lay on the bed, gasping for breath, she couldn't help but feel a single doubt about this behavior.
"Master?"
"Shut up and get up. Lick it clean."
"Y-Yes...."
Her body moved naturally to the forceful command. Then, both her hands grasped his thick member, and her tongue began to lick along its surface.
Following his order, but with utterly clumsy tongue work.
Even as she took the semen coating its surface into her mouth, she couldn't erase that doubt from her mind.
'Why... doesn't he finish inside?'
If his goal was to make her submit, finishing inside and imprinting himself on her would be the surest method.
No, come to think of it, he had always pulled out of her body whenever it was time for him to come.
The only times he'd ever ejaculated into something that wasn't her womb were her mouth or anus, etcetera....
"Now, you do some of the work."
"......."
"...Why are you just standing there blankly? Are you thinking of refusing an order, at this point?"
His member remained erect even after several rounds of sex.
His incredible stamina was surprising, but on the other hand, she felt a genuine sense of relief.
"...No. I'll serve you."
Yes. Because now, she could confirm it.
If he was still overlooking what she was thinking, then he'd have no choice but to accept what she was about to do.
"Ah, haah, aahng~♥"
After realizing the reason, her hip movements began to gain even more force.
It was nothing but reckless, unskilled shaking, but even that desperate, frantic struggle seemed to excite him, as a deep smile drew itself across his lips.
"Master. Does it feel good?"
"Yeah. It's amazing."
"Yes, me too...."
Ymir, who was embracing his body, brought her lips to his ear and whispered.
In a voice that almost seemed to carry a hint of affection.
"I'm also, truly happy... to be carrying your child...!"
"......Carrying a child?"
At those words, Dave belatedly snapped to his senses, his eyes flying wide open.
The words that came from his mouth afterward were completely at odds with the composure he'd shown until now.
"Don't talk nonsense. What the...."
-Crunch!!
In that moment, the sound of grinding joints rang out.
It was the sound of Ymir, who was embracing him, tightly locking the fingers of her hands together behind his back.
"Together."
It was likely that a few of her bones had fractured, but even so, Ymir simply suppressed the pain, put strength into her hips, and whispered.
"If we're doing this, we're feeling good together. It'd be unfair to pull out, wouldn't it? Right?"
Yes. This was nothing more than a slave serving her master.
It was an act born from the little freedom she had left, one that never deviated from the orders she had been given thus far.
"You crazy bitch...!!"
And yet, this reaction. This outburst.
Wasn't it, in and of itself, proof that her theory was correct?