A Normal Day for the Hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member (4)

Without realizing it, Eladriel had crawled up onto the podium and pinned Gyeoul beneath her.

“Kyaa!?” Gyeoul cried out in surprise.

But inside the high elf’s head, there was only one thought.

A rutting bull or stallion would probably have more intelligence than Eladriel did in that moment. Yet for a high elf who had endured the torment of suppressing her lust twenty-four hours a day ever since her futanari curse first appeared, the existence of a hypnotized sexual relief committee member she was allowed to use freely was nothing short of fatal.

A female she was permitted to ravish. A female who wouldn’t even properly register that she was being ravished.

Of course, Parin, who stood on the podium at the time, could have stopped her. But the principal chose to let it happen. Forcing her away would likely cause worse side effects, and she had expected something like this might occur from the beginning. It seemed wiser to simply watch and make sure Eladriel didn’t actually hurt Gyeoul.

And so Eladriel pounced on Gyeoul without any interference.

“U-ugh…!”

Even though she had pounced, she had never actually done this before, so she had no idea what to do. She had succeeded in grabbing and pinning her down. But… now what?

Where was she supposed to put what, and how?

Sexual desire might be instinctual, but the act itself was not something one instinctively knew how to perform.

‘So… I put my cock in her pussy… like this… but it’s not going in. That’s… um…’

Eladriel clumsily rubbed her rock-hard erection against Gyeoul’s belly and thighs.

“Ahh…!”

It feels so good♡ The female’s obscene scent. The soft flesh pressing against her cock. Those enormous breasts that kept their incredible volume even while lying down.

‘But this isn’t it. I need to put it inside… that’s… um…’

She hadn’t even managed to penetrate her yet, but the female was so lewd that Eladriel already felt like she was about to cum.

At that moment, a wave of sorrow surged up from deep within Eladriel’s chest.

“Ah, ugh, aah…!”

Eladriel didn’t just cry out—she actually began to weep.

“Hic… huu… ughhh…”

It had been painful. All this time. Ever since that curse had suddenly befallen her one day. She had resented the world, wondering why someone who had done nothing wrong had to suffer like this. Every single day she had felt like she was going insane trying not to be swept away by those filthy desires, yet she had endured. Because if one carried noble blood, one’s conduct had to match it.

Yet now that a target to relieve that suffering had finally appeared right before her eyes, she didn’t know how. Her lust kept rising in this vague, clumsy way. At this rate, her release would end in this pathetic manner. It was despairing. Heartbreaking.

Then a soft hand touched Eladriel’s cheek.

“Hic…?”

It was Gyeoul’s hand. The woman pinned beneath her gazed at her with gentle eyes and wiped away her tears.

“Here.”

“Hic…!?”

Gyeoul spread her own legs and, with her other hand, gently grasped Eladriel’s cock. The tip met something slick and hot with a wet sound. The head had made contact with the cleft of her pussy—the slit connecting her vaginal entrance, urethra, and clitoris.

“Ahh…!?”

Pleasure crackled through the high elf’s mind like sparks. The perfect heat and slickness optimized for her hypersensitive glans. This was it. This was exactly what her cock had been craving all along.

Eladriel hurriedly tried to thrust her hips forward.

“Easy… slowly…”

But Gyeoul guided her with a calm, soothing voice.

“Mmm, haa… yes. Right there. Imagine pushing your hips forward.”

Why is she speaking so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠casually? That’s right—under the hypnosis, she thinks we’re fellow students.

At that moment, Eladriel’s glans slipped past the cleft and slid inward.

“Hngh…”

Eladriel trembled as she breathed. One of Gyeoul’s hands cupped the high elf’s cheek. Suddenly, Eladriel felt an overwhelming urge to kiss the lips of the woman beneath her. A kiss from someone of the most exalted bloodline among all elves—her very first kiss at that—would be worth more than all the gold in the world. That wasn’t arrogance; it was an objective fact everyone knew.

But none of that mattered. She wanted to press ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her lips against Gyeoul’s. She could put her cock inside her pussy later.

“Gyeoul, I…”

However, the cock that had finally found the entrance to her hole now ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠issued its own commands to Eladriel’s spine and the surrounding muscles. Her massive shaft was sucked deep into Gyeoul’s pussy with a wet squelch.

“!!! ♡!? ♡♡ !?!!!♡”

She lost her virginity before even taking Gyeoul’s. The moment her cock was swallowed into that warm, wet hole, a fleeting thought crossed one corner of Eladriel’s mind. But it lasted only an instant. Because the very next second, her entire brain was swept away by the overwhelming pleasure radiating from her cock.

“…!”

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes half-closed, growing hazy as the muscles controlling her irises went slack and lost focus. Her facial muscles twisted in an attempt to vent the pleasure trying to crush her brain, causing her nose to flare. The expression that appeared on the face of a high elf who was supposed to remain elegant and noble at all times was one she should never have shown.

Her body went completely rigid. It looked as if she were doing a strange sort of push-up. Trembling.

Eladriel felt actual fear at the sheer intensity of the pleasure. She tried to pull her cock out of the sticky, slippery, scorching, obscene hole that clung to her shaft with its lewd folds, desperate to escape the pleasure.

“Hngh…”

A dazed sound leaked from her still half-open mouth. Her cock slid out. She could feel the sticky love juices coating it all the way to the base. The unique sensation of cool air touching wet skin ran along her shaft. It was coming out. She was escaping. Just a little more. Just a little—

And then, the very next instant, Eladriel slammed her hips forward, and her cock was sucked right back into the hole it had nearly escaped.

‘I… can’t…!’

I can’t run from this! I’m going to lose my mind! It doesn’t matter if I’ve already gone insane! It feels so good! It feels way too good! Pussy feels too good!

The sensation of her brain being ruled by her cock. Eladriel had been caught by the same leash that every male born with a dick feels tighten around them during puberty.

Thrust! Thrust!

Eladriel began to move her hips in clumsy strokes. The muscles around her waist, pelvis, and thighs—muscles that had never been used for this purpose before—soon began to scream in fatigue. But she couldn’t feel it. Her heart pounded wildly. Sweat poured from her body, yet she didn’t even notice it until it dripped down her forehead.

And moreover—

“Hic♡ Uuugh… kuh…!!”

Even with her clumsy thrusting, Gyeoul had already climaxed several times. Whether it was from the rough scraping inside her pussy or the mere pressure against her clit, the clear fact was that Gyeoul was a pathetic female who could be made to feel good with ease.

But unlike other kinds of partners, when it came to a male’s female partner, the more pathetic she was, the better. In Eladriel’s eyes, Gyeoul suddenly looked unbearably cute and lovable.

This time she really would kiss her. She lowered her face—

“Move!!”

“How long are you going to hog her all to yourself!!”

While she had been frantically focused, the other girls cursed with the same affliction had climbed onto the podium. They grabbed her and yanked her off.

“Ah…”

Eladriel dazedly reached out toward Gyeoul.