Enduring with a Sane Mind (2)
The memory of what happens under hypnosis is truly strange. It is definitely my memory. The fact that I acted that way, the sensations I felt with all five senses at the time, even the thoughts I had and the emotions I received back then—every last detail is inside my head. It is not like watching a movie from a first-person perspective; the psychological state and feelings are all there too. But it was not something I did. At least, not something the sane version of me did. Moreover, the sensations recalled after time passes cannot help but be fainter than what was actually experienced.
I am saying this because even though I had clearly experienced female orgasms dozens of times a day—or in the hundreds on particularly bad days—experiencing it with a clear mind is bound to deliver an enormous shock.
“—♡”
Yggdrasil’s male organ—her cock—slides into me. It digs through my well-tamed, soft pussy flesh and slams hard into the switch deep inside that drives my female instincts completely insane.
“—”
It feels as if time has stopped, my senses overloading. The first thing I feel is a blow to the stomach from deep within my body. It is not painful. Yet I can sense the impact from her cock spreading through my organs and entire abdominal cavity. I cannot breathe. My diaphragm contracts, forcibly squeezing my lungs, and with a wet heuk the last of my breath rushes out.
Then pleasure surges from the deepest part of my pussy. The problem is that its speed is utterly impossible. Although in my original world I was a pathetic virgin whose only experience was secretly using an onahole behind my parents’ backs, I had looked up how female pleasure works. Basically, stimulating the erogenous zones builds sexual arousal—a lewd, delicious sensation—until it crosses a critical threshold and triggers climax. The speed and intensity vary with countless factors, but it usually takes more than ten minutes. That was what I understood.
I also knew my body was far more sensitive than average and climaxed easily. When I first woke from hypnosis last Saturday, after giving Bella a handjob and then masturbating, I came again and again in moments. The instant I rubbed, pressed, and crushed my clitoris, pleasure rushed there, burned hot, swelled in time with my heartbeat, and exploded. So easily. So quickly. That much I had experienced while sane.
But this—I had never experienced while in my right mind.
Yggdrasil’s cock presses firmly against a certain spot inside my pussy. How many seconds? Five? No, that is an exaggeration born from my reluctance to admit the truth. It is a single second. The length of time it takes to say tick, tock aloud. In the brief instant her hot, silky glans simply pressed and squeezed that deep place, sexual sensation erupted like a geyser.
Huh?
Some people compare a woman’s orgasm to fire. It requires preparation and time to kindle. If an ordinary woman’s climax is like gathering sticks one by one and slowly raising the temperature, then the last time I crushed my clitoris and came was like touching a lighter to charcoal. This moment, however, was exactly like tossing a lit match into a drum barrel filled with gasoline.
I’m dead♡
Before my mind could catch up, I was already climaxing.
“Huk, ngh…!!”
It was not a fire slowly rising, nor one that spread fiercely from the point of ignition. It was a violent blaze as the entire gasoline drum detonated, surging upward with a roaring fwoosh.
“Kyahuk…! Euk, ugh…!♡”
Sweet cries of pleasure? Crushed beneath pleasure so violent, all that escaped me were breathless gasps, as if I were pinned under a creature far heavier and larger than myself. That was when I instinctively understood. If an ordinary person felt this pleasure instead of me, they would have been destroyed like an exploding drum—critical parts of their humanity broken beyond repair.
However.
I could endure it. Just as a sufficiently strong and sturdy container can withstand the same explosion, I could withstand this pleasure. That was not necessarily a good thing.
“Kek♡ Uh, kkeek♡”
To be able to endure it meant I had to keep feeling it.
And of course Yggdrasil was not satisfied with a single deep thrust.
“Haa… Ah♡ Pussy, so good…♡”
To release the lust that had built up from all that teasing. Seduced by my pussy that wriggled and squeezed her cock with wet, greedy contractions. Yggdrasil slowly draws her slender body back. Her cock withdraws from my pussy. My pussy does not seem to like that. It clenches her shaft tightly, as if throwing a tantrum. It coquettishly begs—why are you leaving, I’m sorry, please come back. The way my inner flesh sticks to her cock and gets dragged along is exactly like a female clinging desperately to the pants of a superior male.
Hearts float in my eyes, tears stream down, my lips spread in a foolish grin while the corners of my eyes curve in a lewd smile. The inferiority of the female is laid completely bare.
And that pathetic, inferior female body of mine—
—climax again the instant Yggdrasil’s cock pulls out and her glans scrapes across my G-spot.
“—♡!!!? ♡”
There is no breath left in my lungs, so no sound emerges from my mouth. Something seems to be dripping from the corner of my lips. Saliva? Pussy juice from my throat? Because I cannot breathe, black fog clouds the edges of my vision.
Dying♡
But now I know for certain. I have realized it. I will not die. I will not break. No matter how much more intense pleasure is hammered into my brain, no matter if it feels like being clubbed directly from the medulla through the midbrain all the way to the frontal lobe by a cock, I will recover after time passes. My ego will not collapse. My dopamine receptors will not burn out and leave me a wreck. My brain cells will not burst en masse and turn me into an imbecile.
I have realized it. So it terrifies me. The fact that I have no choice but to feel this pleasure fully as Han Gyeoul. The fact that there is nowhere to run, no way to avoid it, and all I can do is endure the pleasure.
“Heuuuugh…!!”
My survival instinct activates and breath suddenly rushes into my lungs. At the same time Yggdrasil’s cock drives deep into my pussy once more. It strikes the exact same spot that made me climax with a single rub.
“Kkeu…!♡”
The previous climax has not even ended, yet I climax again. Breath escapes me. As her cock pulls out it scrapes my G-spot once more with the ridge of her glans.
“Heu, hak…!♡”
I climax yet again. My heart races as if sprinting at full speed, and hyperventilation makes my head grow hazy.
Ha… haha.
In that moment a corner of my mind was laughing. Really, isn’t this insane? What kind of body is this? Climax when it goes in, climax when it pulls out. Climax again when it enters and again when it leaves? Two orgasms per stroke? At this point calling it a premature-ejaculation pussy is an understatement. Calling it a pathetic pussy is an understatement. The lowest-grade female that can force even a man experiencing his first fuck to cum without fail. A tutorial monster that lands a critical hit from the slightest graze.
When will it end?
I know the answer to that too. It ends when Yggdrasil ejaculates. To be precise, that is when the possibility of ending appears.
“Pussy♡ Winter’s pussy…♡”
Because there is no guarantee I will regain my senses after Yggdrasil cums once. If she does not stop and continues to play with my pussy using her cock, I will have no choice but to keep enduring it. That catastrophic bargain of two climaxes for every thrust in and out.
I would rather lose consciousness. Haven’t I passed out from pleasure since becoming this body? Yet whether this flesh has grown more superior or more inferior in the meantime, I feel no sign of fainting.
“Agh, heu, huuuu—kkuk…!♡”
I let out crushed moans, desperately gulp down air, then let out crushed moans again. I should faint from hyperventilation alone, yet my consciousness refuses to switch off.
Ah.
So I truly have no choice but to endure it. This pleasure, with a sane mind. I have no choice but to simply endure this terrifying pleasure and wait.
The moment I accepted that fact anew, my face moved on its own.
“Uhh, uueee…♡”
Whether the expression was crying or laughing, did it signify surrender? Or acceptance of a situation in which I was not even granted the right to choose?
At that moment a warm, soft touch reached my hand. Bella had gripped it tightly. As if cheering on someone enduring hardship.
“G-Gyeoul! Hold on just a little longer! Once Yggdrasil cums once she’ll calm d—”
At that moment Yggdrasil’s cock slowed.
Ah.
But the pleasure memories imprinted on this body during hypnosis immediately told me what that meant. And just as I expected—
Yggdrasil slammed into my depths with a force that made me wonder if I had heard an actual bang!!
“—”
The world turns black, turns white, swirls together. Everything sparkles like scattered star dust. It feels as if I alone have fallen into a desert of sugar. Every single grain is pleasure. Pleasure that pours into me, crushes me, claws at me.
“Sa-save…”
I cannot see what is in front of me. I can see, but it keeps blinking. So the things I see become invisible, tiny twinkling stars.
“Save me…”
I squeeze Bella’s hand with desperate strength. Like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood with all their might. But my other hand has nothing to grasp and simply claws wildly at empty air. Empty. Hollow. Anxious.
“Save, me, save m—”
That was when someone took my empty hand.
“Hold on just a little longer!”
High Elf Eladriel. The one who had allowed me to call her simply Riel. She had originally come to relieve her own lust, but after grasping the situation she had taken my hand.
“R-right! It looks like Yggdrasil will finish soon too!”
“Hold on! Just endure a little longer!”
Receiving encouragement from Bella and Riel, somewhere in my brain that was being pounded into paste by the club of pleasure, I thought—
It looks just like a mother in the middle of giving birth.