Ia Ris's Gaslighting Mastery: Lovey-Dovey Sex Persuasion
"...There it is."
Lying sprawled on the bed, Ia Ris's lower abdomen glowed with the same uterus tattoo that had appeared on Ska Rate and Lapis Julie. Even partially hidden by her coffee-brown pantyhose, it shimmered with an iridescent white light that wasn't lewd—it was beautiful. No, fuck, a uterus tattoo being beautiful? What kind of bullshit was that?
I'd taken the virginities of three S-rank women in one day—an obscene achievement no man on earth had ever pulled off. My senses must've been warped from it all. I shook my head side to side to clear the fog, yanked my dick out of her newbie pussy with a pop, and reached for the tattoo.
"If I absorb Ia Ris's mana, it should balance out the clash from Ska's and Lapis's mana tearing me apart."
There was one nagging concern, but absorbing it had to be better than nothing. Ia Ris's ability was healing—restoring wounds, replenishing stamina, invigorating the body. A universal cure-all. If I took in those healing sparks, maybe they could counter the damage from the conflicting energies. Right as I went to absorb them...
A soft, pale hand grabbed my wrist. Squeeze.
"Guh?!"
Her hand was way smaller and slimmer than mine, but I couldn't budge it. Its owner was an S-rank awakener who could crush dungeon beasts with raw strength.
I sat up, and her signature mid-length brown hair was a tangled mess, bangs half-covering her face. With her features shrouded in that dark curtain, Ia Ris looked terrifying.
"..."
"S-Sis? H-How are you... already conscious...?"
She just gripped my wrist in silence, doubling the fear. My brain went into full panic. I'd pounded her womb with a genuine spark-glans straight that left even Ska and Lapis out cold. How was she up so fast? I'd rubbed my tip right against her cervix while unloading, a creampie spark steam bath no less intense than with the others.
And yet here she was, awake less than a minute after the electric womb treatment. Was Ia Ris a monster? No way. No fucking way!
With my wrist trapped, my mind looped no way no way like I'd stared down an elder god. Then her sealed lips parted.
"...No semen."
"Huh?"
"My womb's empty."
She stroked her lower abdomen—where the tattoo flickered—dryly, like it felt hollow. An ominous vibe radiated from her. My legs went weak, mouth parched, heart pounding wildly. It was just like facing a starving beast.
All I could do was tremble as she lifted her head slightly, eyes glinting through her brown bangs.
"Why's it gone? Where's my semen?"
"Hiiiek."
Her overwhelming presence crushed me—a mere mortal. I let out a pathetic wheeze instead of an answer. Cold sweat dripped; my body shook. I'd faced alpha A-rank beasts without flinching, but now I froze like a mouse before a snake.
"..."
"..."
"...?"
The suffocating silence stretched between speechless her and voiceless me. Then she tilted her head at her own abdomen.
"...What's this?"
My survival-tuned brain kicked into overdrive. Ia Ris was furious her womb was empty. But she'd just woken up, not fully compos mentis yet. To survive, I had to exploit that.
"It looks like a uterus... and it feels weird..."
She gently rubbed her lower abdomen over the pantyhose, fascinated by the glowing white tattoo. No rejection—just curiosity. Perfect opening.
"S-Sis. That tattoo... it's actually made from my semen."
Not wrong. I'd used Rabbit Hole to extract the semen from her womb, creating the tattoo. Omission didn't make it a lie. I said it confidently, no guilt.
"...What?"
She narrowed her eyes, confused. Fair enough—no one would connect creampies to tattoos off the bat. But I had to link those distant concepts and convince her. Staring into her eerie brown eyes, my survival brain churned out the words.
"I only learned recently, but the first time I creampie someone, the semen vanishes from their womb and turns into this tattoo on their lower abdomen. Touch the glowing tattoo, and like you know, you absorb a bit of that person's mana."
Ia Ris knew Ska's and Lapis's mana lingered in me post-sex.
"...Really?"
"Y-Yes! So that's why there's no semen in your womb! Your semen? Replaced by the tattoo. Right?!"
Sensing she was buying it, I nodded frantically. She hummed unhappily—"Hmmpf..."—then reluctantly nodded, brushing back her hair to reveal her pretty face.
"Fine. Guess I can't help that."
A bit haughty, but back to polite speech. Crisis averted. I held back a sigh of relief—too suspicious. Semen-loss rage quelled, but her prickliness lingered; her mood hadn't fully recovered.
Time for the fantasy aegyo 108-step combo, level 40, to soothe her...
"But Paster, do Ska Rate and Lapis Julie have uterus tattoos too?"
Mid-plan for a surprise smooch to calm her, her tricky question snapped me out. Still spooked, I flinched reflexively.
"Huh? Oh, no? They vanished after I touched and absorbed the mana."
"Hmm... And then?"
"Huh? Then what?"
I tilted my head dumbly at the cryptic probe. She frowned slightly—hating the mention of my sex with Ska or Lapis?—and snapped curtly.
"Did you get tattoos after next time with them? Yes or no."
"Haven't tried, so dunno..."
"Dunno? Why not?"
"Well... they passed out right after the creampie?"
"...!"
Her body jerked. She bowed her head, pondering deeply—bad vibes. I blurted her name without thinking.
"...Ia Ris?"
"...Yes."
Our eyes met as she looked up. Instant regret—I shouldn't have called her that casually.
"Paster... so no one's taken your semen twice yet?"
"Y-Yes?"
Her gaze was a predator's, hungry. I, the fragile prey, could only stare as she slid down her soaked coffee-brown pantyhose, baring her milky-white thighs.
"If your semen turns into a tattoo... what happens if you creampie someone with one? As chief medic, I need to investigate personally♡"
Fuck, oh god no. Her bombshell declaration—I wasn't letting this creampie go—I inwardly cursed in shock. Voicing it might piss her off into casual speech and pressure again.
Stay still? Fucked either way. Rabbit Hole without absorbing mana first? Unknown disaster. No Hole? Her S-rank golden-tanned delinquent pussy would slurp up my seed and impregnate.
No escape. Physically fleeing via Hole? She'd be heartbroken. She'd teared up earlier fearing I'd leave. Actually leaving? Unimaginable fallout. I didn't want to hurt the sister who'd treated me humanely.
So, doomed to creampie-impregnation sex? Nah. Blocked front and back, but I had justification to stop it this time.
I thrust my palm toward Ia Ris—who'd fully stripped her stockings, flaunting her milk-white pussy mound—and declared firmly.
"S-Sis! Creampie means pregnancy! I don't want to knock you up without thinking it through or preparing! I don't have the responsibility to endure that process yet! No confidence to make you happy forever!"
Justification: plain common sense and maturity. "Can't impregnate without commitment"—perfect for our first-time fuck. Sex fine, pregnancy not. Seemed irresponsible, but pregnancy demands hundreds of deliberations. Premature for non-dating us.
I gazed at her stunned silence with puppy eyes and continued.
"You know I'm an orphan. Born from irresponsible pleasure—that's me. I know better than anyone how harsh a parentless life is. Not saying our kid would be abandoned, but as an orphanage kid, sudden pregnancy sex feels wrong."
Puppy eyes conveying half-sincerity: reasons against creampie-pregnancy sex. She listened lips sealed—speechless, convinced. Even Ska wouldn't touch the "orphan card"—Talulah button. Ia Ris had to buy it.
Thinking I'd dodged creampie-responsibility sex, I nearly sighed relief—then her lips parted.
"But Paster, we promised lovey-dovey sex. What about that?"
"...Huh?"
Unforeseen curveball. Lovey-dovey sex now?!
Brain blank from the ambush, she followed up.
"What we did earlier wasn't lovey-dovey—it was competition sex. Admit it?"
"Uh... yeah."
"I prepared mentally for lovey-dovey because you wanted it, but you provoked me as a 'virgin newbie pussy,' turning it into emotionless orgasm-battle sex. Right?"
"W-Well, sis, that was..."
"Yes or no. Just say it."
"Y-Yes..."
"See? Your provocation canceled our promised lovey-dovey sex. Right?"
"...Yeah."
Felt off admitting, but she held control; story spiraling. I nodded. She smirked triumphantly, grabbed my shoulders, pressed her pussy slit to my shaft, faces breath-close.
"Hng♡ So... lovey-dovey canceled because of you. We should do it again, right?"
"Y-Yeah? D-Does that follow?"
"Doesn't it? Or does it?"
Her brazenness dumbfounded me, head spinning. Was lovey-dovey sex justified? My provocation canceled it—fair. But redo in this peril? As doubts crept...
Her dripping slit slimed up my shaft like a snail.
"Hnggh?!"
The sticky sensation revived my wilted dick post-nut. Doubts scattered. Left only: lovey-dovey or not?
She whispered temptations hot against my ear, breath sticky.
"Hng♡ Haah♡ Paster♡... Can't we do lovey-dovey sex...? Pull out if you're gonna cum♡ Okay?"
...Fuck. Can't resist.
Bzzt! Red lightning fired my brain; I slammed my dick into her teasing pussy.
Squelch!!!
"Hyaaaaah♡♡ W-Wow♡♡♡"