Misunderstood Rape (3)
The shock was enough to make her freeze for a moment, but it didn’t extinguish the heat raging through her body, nor did it suppress it. Still, the surprise was strong enough to force a question out of her.
“H-how did you…?”
“From the middle, no—actually from the very beginning, something felt off. This doesn’t look like you’re under hypnosis at all…”
Alejandra’s cock was still standing perfectly erect. Yet the northern princess bit down hard on her lip and awkwardly pulled her hips back, moving her shaft away from Gyeoul.
Gyeoul unconsciously let out a soft, disappointed “Ah…” as the warmth left her.
“The queen concept mixed with a maid outfit was already strange, and your movements and behavior felt awkward in places… So you really were just pretending to be hypnotized, weren’t you?”
“…Huh?”
Gyeoul genuinely had no idea what Alejandra was talking about and asked again, but the princess—desperately fighting to suppress her own lust—didn’t notice.
“Gyeoul.”
Alejandra leaned down toward her where she sat on the bed. Then she wrapped her arms around her tightly. Gyeoul’s enormous breasts and Alejandra’s own sizable chest pressed together softly, squishing against one another.
“Nngh…”
Just from that contact, the stimulation against her nipples drew a moan from Gyeoul. It was a seductive sound that gnawed away at any male rationality. But Alejandra clenched her teeth once more and endured.
“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to force yourself. Besides, weekends were supposed to be our off days anyway.”
“…Eh?”
“We… don’t see you as nothing more than a tool for sexual relief. So at the very least, I—and probably all the others too…”
The ticklish words rose all the way to the edge of Alejandra’s lips. But could she really say it? Could she, of all people, confess those feelings to Gyeoul? There were students who had fallen for her before she had, and others who burned with even stronger emotions. Was it really okay for her to speak?
So. A compromise.
“You’re truly precious to all of us.”
And then.
“That’s why… I hope you’ll cherish yourself a little more.”
They were kind words. Warm words.
But the blazing heat consuming Gyeoul’s body wasn’t looking for gentle affection.
Cock…♡
Why?♡ Why won’t you give me your cock?
It was still standing so stiffly. That lewd cock. That veiny, ridged cock. The thick glans would be hard to swallow down her throat, but it gave such a perfect sense of being used—Alejandra’s cock. It had felt so good just moments ago. She had let her taste it. So why did she suddenly pull it away? Why? Whyyy?
“So, I’ll just take care of myself, so—”
Huh? You’re leaving? What about my cock? Huhhh?
“Noooo…”
Gyeoul whined. She wasn’t under hypnosis. But because of the far more vicious status effect known as estrus, her mind had completely stopped working.
“Give it to me…♡”
Her hands flailed in the air. She didn’t dare grab the cock she craved so desperately. She didn’t clutch it. She simply lifted it from below with both hands, carefully, filled with reverence and worship. Like offering a prayer to the cock that bestowed the greatest pleasure in the world.
“Ugh…!”
The sudden stimulation made Alejandra moan. The physical sensation of skin touching skin wasn’t much. It was only Gyeoul’s soft hand brushing against the underside of her shaft. But that attitude. That touch. And those eyes looking up at her.
They didn’t just stimulate a male’s conquest instinct—they drove it completely insane.
“G-Gyeoul…”
Even so, Alejandra was panting. She bit down hard and held on, trying to overpower her fierce lust with even fiercer affection. For Gyeoul’s sake.
“If you do this now, you’ll regret it later…!”
It was the correct argument. And it was something that would actually happen. Even Gyeoul herself knew it rationally. But just how powerless reason became in the face of estrus. How easily it crumbled.
“I’m fiiine♡”
Her body was trembling. Her thoughts grew hazy and melted into a sticky mess.
“Cock… give me your cock…♡ Pleeease♡ Pleeease give it to meee…♡”
She opened her mouth wide, tongue sticking all the way out, even using her fingers to stretch the corners of her lips.
“Hehe♡ Ehehe♡”
Saliva drooled from her mouth in thick strands. To properly calm her estrus she should have been using a different hole, but Gyeoul’s mind wasn’t capable of that level of thought right now.
And unlike a male’s estrus—which corresponded almost one-to-one with the urge to ejaculate—a female’s estrus didn’t always match the desire for climax. She wanted to press her skin against another’s. As much surface area as possible. She wanted to share pleasure. She wanted someone to accept the emotions bursting out of her uncontrollably. She wanted to feel the fullness of something stretching her insides. She wanted to be embraced from within her own body.
To satisfy the female sexual desire that was a chaotic mix of countless emotions and cravings, Gyeoul opened her mouth and offered her oral pussy.
“Aah…♡”
Hurry. Don’t you know how good it’ll feel if you put your cock in here? Use me. Feel good with my body. Let me feel you inside me. Okay? I’m lonely and anxious and the world is scary, so ravish me to protect me.
“Ha… haha…”
Alejandra let out a dry laugh. The corner of her mouth twisted upward. It was mockery—directed at this foolish female, and at herself for trying not to ravish her in order to protect her.
Alejandra grabbed Gyeoul’s head, covering both temples and ears. Then she aimed her cock at the entrance of that mouth hole.
Thrust…!
She drove it in all the way in one go.
“Glurk! Gk…♡”
The air left in her throat escaped with a strange sound.
“Hooo…♡”
Alejandra shuddered as she felt her entire length sink into the warm interior of Gyeoul’s mouth. As expected, true insertion meant going all the way to the root. Separate from the intensity of the pleasure signals, there was a deep satisfaction that could only be felt by burying the cock to the hilt. As if a switch of instinct had been flipped, the moment her entire shaft was wrapped in that hot, slippery, wet hole, all the tension drained from Alejandra’s body.
Her gaze went hazy and unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she panted rapidly. The sharp, icy eyes that usually reminded one of the northern glaciers crumbled away, exposing the pathetic horniness of a male in heat.
“Haa…♡ Uooo…♡”
When she finally collected herself and looked down, her eyes met Gyeoul’s. With her mouth and throat completely stuffed full of cock, Gyeoul was smiling with her eyes. It was a completely genuine smile. She was simply smiling because she was happy. And that made it far more powerful than any fake coquetry.
Alejandra slowly pulled her cock back. Gyeoul’s face tried to follow it, so she had to tighten her grip on the girl’s head.
“Glk…♡”
The saliva-soaked root of her cock slid out a little. The thick glans that had invaded all the way to the depths of her throat rose until it caught just inside the entrance, then plunged back in.
“Glerk♡”
Tears flowed from Gyeoul’s eyes again. Suddenly overcome with the urge, Alejandra used the hand holding her face to wipe away those tears and bring them to her own mouth. They were slightly salty, and carried that mysterious, faint sweetness that came from Gyeoul’s body scent and fluids.
So this is what Gyeoul’s tears taste like.
For some reason, her cock grew even harder. Savoring that flavor on her tongue, Alejandra began to slowly rock her hips. She started fucking the throat pussy.
“Haa♡ Uhh, seriously… ha…♡”
It really was such a strange hole every time she used it. How could it take her so easily? Didn’t it hurt? How was she breathing? How was she holding back her gag reflex?
Suddenly feeling mischievous, Alejandra deliberately shoved her cock halfway down the throat and stirred it around.
“Gleeegh♡”
The cock filling Gyeoul’s throat stimulated the mucous membranes in every direction. The flesh inside her oral pussy twitched and squelched, making wet choking sounds. But Gyeoul endured.
That was when certainty struck Alejandra. Even if she deliberately held her cock still to block Gyeoul’s breathing, the girl would never slap her thighs or signal to pull out. She would quietly wait until she passed out from lack of oxygen.
“Ha, haha…♡”
It hit her all over again. She really had fallen in love with an impossibly absurd female.
There was a saying that in love, the one who falls first loses. It was fundamentally flawed to view romance as a one-on-one competition rather than mutual cooperation, but it was true that the one who fell first ended up more desperate. And in that sense, Gyeoul could have made the entire academy desperate for her.
She herself remained completely unaware of that fact. Strangely, Gyeoul was dull when it came to realizing just how many people held serious romantic feelings for her. No one could guess that it stemmed from her being a lifelong virgin in her previous world, so they could only tilt their heads in confusion.
“Gyeoul.”
While thrusting her cock, Alejandra firmly covered both of Gyeoul’s ears with her palms. She made sure the only thing filling the girl’s hearing was the wet, obscene squelching. Only after turning her into a lewd set of earplugs did she whisper.
Then she began devouring Gyeoul’s throat pussy with all her strength. Mercilessly. As if the girl’s face and head were nothing more than a portable onahole. Paying no mind to Gyeoul’s breathing or reactions, thinking only of her own pleasure. So that her cock could feel the absolute best. So that she could have the most satisfying ejaculation possible.
Because that was exactly what Gyeoul wanted.
All while also satisfying her own selfish desires at the same time.
“Glrk♡ Urrk♡ Gk♡”
Unable to hear Alejandra’s confession, lost in the sensation of her entire skull being used as an onahole, Gyeoul reached both hands downward and began rubbing her own clitoris.
“Glerk♡ Rrrueee♡♡”
Her hand rubbing her clit over panties that were soaked far beyond merely wet moved faster and faster.