What the Fuck Is This? (1)
1. Senpai's face had turned bright red. She was definitely falling for me harder by the second. Perfect. I'd wrap my pussy around her dick nice and tight, imprinting myself on senpai's cock so she'd never forget. Not for a single second.
Lapis had already experienced the mating press earlier, so when Paster first hooked her legs over his arms, she felt pretty confident. Of course, Paster's monstrous ultimate cock was something no virgin pussy like hers could ever hope to conquer—and honestly, she had no intention of trying. Still, she figured she could at least melt him with some coquettish charm and a heartfelt confession.
But as those powerful arms lifted higher, forcing her legs wide apart, she knew it instinctively. Oh. So this is it—I'm about to become senpai's real onahole.
An onahole couldn't seduce its owner or confess its feelings. It existed solely to drain his lust, nothing more. And with her legs pinned and her freedom stripped away, Lapis became little more than a living fucktoy.
Thwack! The moment his cock slammed up into her cervix, Lapis realized this pounding was fundamentally different from before. But realization came too late for any countermeasures. All she could do was spew pathetic moans and roll her eyes back in her head.
"Hngk♡ Hoooook♡♡♡ Heek♡ Kkheek♡ Krhaaaak♡"
As Lapis arched her back like a bow and squirted wildly, Paster whispered to her in a gentle voice.
"Alright, Lapis. I'm not stopping till I paint your womb white with cum. Pass out if you need to. Got it?"
His words were caring, considerate even, but to Lapis, they sounded utterly terrifying. I... I have to stop this. If he doesn't, I'll stop being me...
Squeeze.
"Ah."
The last flicker of resistance died as Paster's massive hands enveloped her small head. With her legs locked and her head gripped, every shred of bodily freedom was gone. All that remained was taking his cock like a proper onahole.
Senpai's onahole...♡ A senpai-exclusive lust-processing hole, born to please his cock...♡
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Even reduced to an object unworthy of human treatment, her heart raced with anticipation and excitement for what was coming. And that thrill was perfectly fulfilled as Paster lowered her body onto his upward-thrusting cock.
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Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Hng♡ Ek♡ Ugh♡ Heek♡ Ok♡"
Each time Paster's cock battered her cervix, Lapis felt like her consciousness might shatter. In fact, she'd already blacked out from orgasm three times. One more, and it'd be her fourth—in just three minutes of pounding.
Cervix♡ hit♡ every time♡ pleasure♡ overload♡ head♡ getting smashed♡
Paster's ultimate cock hammered her cervix like a siege ram, splintering her thoughts into fragments. Rational judgment was impossible now. All she could process was feels good.
Every cervix strike triggered climax after climax, building until she squirted and passed out. That was her entire repertoire so far.
Why♡ is this♡ pounding♡ so much♡ better♡ than before♡
The earlier session—right after entering the dorm, clothes ripped off, cock shoved in—was just clumsy thrusting. No restraints, no legs spread wide, so he couldn't even hilt properly. Amateur stuff.
But this? This mating press, triggered by nothing more than his ass feeling chilly? This was the real deal, leagues beyond.
Legs hooked over arms and forced wide, head cradled in raised hands—this perfect position locked her body completely. Her spread legs left her pussy utterly exposed, no barriers. His cock plunged in to the hilt every time, multiplying the cervical impact several times over.
For Lapis, who came from mere insertion, it was mind-shattering stimulation. And with her head immobilized—no escape for the pleasure—the shockwaves reverberated straight from womb to skull, doubling the ecstasy as her brain and cervix rang like bells.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Heok♡ Ugh♡ Heek♡ Hooook♡ Kyaaak♡ Het♡ Heeguk♡"
No room left to seduce Paster or confess her love. The head-rattling impacts erased thought; her mouth produced only guttural, shameful cries.
Nooo♡ I can't♡ take this♡ I gotta♡ love senpai♡ but onahole♡ feels too good♡
"Julie Family's Flower," "Ice Blossom," "Liar's Trap 2nd Team Leader Lapis Julie"—adored by awakeners and civilians alike—now used like an F-rank onahole by the lowest of them, Paster.
And Paster's goal? Creampie her womb, then use Rabbit Hole to relocate the mutated sparks and neutralize the heat. Outwardly and inwardly, Lapis was an onahole.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Euk♡ Ok♡ Ugh♡ Oooook♡ Geheuk♡ Hoguk♡ Hweeeeeek♡♡♡♡"
Spluuuurt!
Paster's merciless cervical pounding finally broke her. Lapis climaxed again, back snapping, squirting violently, tongue lolling as tremors wracked her body and consciousness fled.
"Heeee♡ Heeguk♡ Hweeee♡"
Leaking half-air, half-meaningless whimpers, her awareness ended. Eyes rolled back, Lapis slumped limp. All in about three minutes thirty seconds.
Squeeeeeze.
"Ngh...!"
Her pussy clenched regardless, S-rank tightness fitting her S-rank owner perfectly, stoking Paster's urge through clumsy press, face-to-face, and now perfect press—without ever pulling out.
His cock teetered on the edge. All that remained: creampie and Rabbit Hole.
Paster pistoned faster in her vise grip, timing the warp. Activate right as I cum. Not a drop, not a single sperm left behind. Or I'll have to marry her. Take responsibility!
The nightmarish future from his Ska fuck flashed by: Lapis cooing "senpai♡" endlessly, demanding kisses on eye contact, love confessions 24/7. Living with that forever...!
...Huh? Not so bad?
With Ska, fifteen years together proved her an unbearable one-track psycho: no apologies, just "I like you, so accept me." No way.
But Lapis had apologized—sincerely, not superficially. That softened his resistance to the idea.
Marriage needs love, though. Loveless is torture, right? But did he love Lapis enough to marry? No.
Fifteen years of Ska cockblocking meant he'd never experienced real romance—and he didn't feel it for Lapis anyway.
Sentimental musings aside, his cock hit critical.
"Ngh... C-cumming!"
Teeth gritted, Paster slammed the deepest, hardest thrust yet.
Thwack!!!
His cock erupted, flooding her womb with hot seed.
Spuuuurt!
Second load in ten minutes, yet undiminished. It filled her instantly.
But no fertilization. From his tip surged pure white sparks, denser than cum, racing through her womb.
Cracklezzzzzzt!!!!!
Like with Ska, a uterus-shaped glow bloomed on her lower abdomen, emitting blue light laced with chill—as predicted.
"Hah, hah... Good... Right on plan...!"
Confirming the light, Paster warped the cum straight to the trash via Rabbit Hole.
Gone from her womb—but like Ska's, the glowing uterus tattoo remained. Ska's red one screamed slutty; Lapis's blue felt strangely beautiful. Still lewd as hell.
"Alright... Time to absorb."
Mission accomplished, Paster carefully withdrew, scooped the limp Lapis into a princess carry, sat on the floor, and laid her across his lap. He palmed the blue tattoo.
Crackle!
The sparks surged up his arm to his heart. Familiar now, he closed his eyes, observing inwardly.
"Ngh."
Blue chill clashed with his body's red heat. Pain made him grunt, but he endured, maintaining perfect breathing.
"Suuuuck... Haaaahhhhh... "
The guild master's trick: universally helpful respiration. Key to his raid-honed physique, letting him fuck Ska and Lapis to blackout without tiring. Cheat-level for him.
Even here, clashing energies, he stuck to it.
"Suuuuuck... Haaaahhhhh."
Unintended bonus: it mimicked meditative absorption, guiding foes to harmony in his heart.
"... "
The haze-lifting heat faded; body normalized. Paster opened his eyes and—save for breathing—unused mouth, hacking up something hot and viscous from deep within.
"...Kuhek."
Splat.
Black, foul blood splattered out. Its stench and horror wrinkled his nose.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"