Misunderstood Rape (Consensual) (4)
Alejandra wasn’t simply receiving Gyeoul’s service. She was gripping the girl’s head with both hands and using her like a oversized onahole. That left Gyeoul’s hands completely free. So while her throat-pussy was being fucked, she could torment her own body to her heart’s content.
It started with the most standard, vanilla form of female masturbation—rubbing her clit through her panties.
“…!♡”
She had tried using both hands at first, but quickly realized there wasn’t enough room. Naturally, her dominant right hand took over the task of stroking her clit, and her now-idle left hand wandered for a moment before settling, as if drawn by a magnet, onto her nipple. ♡
Rub, rub. Squeeze♡. Swirl, swirl. Pinch♡.
The nipples themselves had existed when she was still a man, but becoming a woman had changed both their size and sensitivity completely. Of course, having massive breasts didn’t mean the nipples grew huge as well. If size had scaled proportionally, Gyeoul’s would have been grotesquely large. Instead they were perfectly ordinary—about as thick as a woman’s pinky finger. Not too thick, not too long, a seductive, tempting shade of pink.
Gyeoul stroked those sensitive buds through the fabric of her maid uniform. She pinched them between thumb and forefinger, twisting them like she was turning a dial. And in a way, that wasn’t far from the truth. Every time her fingers swept over the nipples through the cloth, sharp bolts of pleasure crackled directly into her brain.
“Glurk♡ Khk…♡”
There was a unique flavor to nipple pleasure, distinct from the kind that came from genital stimulation. Because of that, feeling both at once didn’t always result in a simple additive increase in total ecstasy. Sometimes the different sensations could even interfere with each other.
But none of that happened to Gyeoul right now. The pleasures didn’t merely add together without loss—they multiplied. The bliss rising from her nipples and the bliss rising from her clit tangled into one, gouging and thrashing her female brain. She came.
“♡♡♡”
An orgasm welcomed while her mouth and throat were stuffed full of cock. Of course, it wasn’t her first time experiencing it. Gyeoul had been used by multiple students at once many times before. Simultaneous penetration of her pussy and ass, her mouth and pussy, her mouth and ass—and even all three holes packed completely full.
And nothing made her more aware of her own depravity than cumming with her throat completely stuffed. Because the mouth and throat weren’t erogenous zones by themselves. Purely from a physical standpoint, having her breath cut off and her throat stirred should have been nothing but pain. The signals actually reaching her brain through her nerves would have been registered as pain.
Yet having her breath blocked by cock, having her throat churned by cock, felt like pleasure. It was like spiciness. Pain that could transform into an intense, beautiful flavor. Pain that could become overwhelming ecstasy. Perhaps it was because it was pain that it felt even stronger. Just like how some people become addicted to spicy food.
“Grrk♡ Khk♡”
Even as her head continued to be used as Alejandra’s personal toy, Gyeoul came♡ and came♡ and came again♡ and kept cumming♡ without end.
And there was an unexpected positive side effect to offering her throat-pussy instead of her regular one—an effect neither Gyeoul herself had intended nor anticipated. Because the orgasms were triggered by her own hands, she could control their timing and frequency. Unlike last time when her pussy had been used and she had been trapped in an unbroken chain of pleasure she couldn’t descend from, she didn’t have to feel that terror.
So Gyeoul could indulge without restraint in the pleasure her own lewd body offered. All while keeping Alejandra’s cock buried to the root inside her mouth.
“Ha, aah…♡ Gyeoul’s throat-pussy is seriously♡ insane…!”
Alejandra sucked in ragged breaths in time with the cock sliding in and out, her mind growing increasingly hazy.
“♡♡”
She pinched her clit. Twisted her nipples. Arousal, pleasure, climax—they mixed together so chaotically that cause and effect became impossible to distinguish.
“♡♡♡♡♡”
Finally, even though Gyeoul was far more resilient than an ordinary female, her consciousness began to flicker.
“Krrgh…! Cumming…!!♡”
Alejandra finally began to ejaculate.
THUD!!!
The glans drove in as if trying to reach the deepest part of her throat, like a soft hammer striking the inside of her esophagus. In an ordinary woman’s body, it would have caused injury to the throat, esophagus, and stomach. It wasn’t a matter of skill—it was simply the limit of human flesh. But Gyeoul was an excellent female who wouldn’t break easily. She took only a slight impact and remained perfectly fine.
“♡♡”
Rather, even that pain became fuel for an even more pleasurable climax.
With her cock buried to the absolute limit, Alejandra’s shaft began to pump. Spurt! Spluuuurt!! Thick semen gushed out with such force that the viscous liquid could be felt distinctly striking the walls of Gyeoul’s esophagus—whack! smack!!. It was so powerful that if someone had pressed an ear to the area above Gyeoul’s solar plexus, they would have actually heard the impacts.
“Krr, ah…!”
Alejandra was tall, as expected of a northerner, but she had the slender, elegant beauty to match. She wasn’t quite busty, but she had a graceful chest, a narrow waist, and long, model-like legs. A delicate, fragile kind of loveliness that wasn’t weak.
“Uwooooo…!!!♡ K-huuuok…!!♡”
Yet her cock and semen were this massive, this powerful.
“Ah, ah♡ Haa, haaaa…!!♡”
The ejaculation was so intense that her neat white teeth were bared, and the sharp, feminine line of her jaw tensed as she clenched her molars. This was Alejandra’s true, sincere release as a futanari.
“…♡ …, …♡, …, ……♡”
Gyeoul accepted it all. Feeling the semen slap against her insides, she felt both honored that not a single drop was wasted inside her body and regretful that she couldn’t taste it with her tongue. Even so, she continued obediently serving the cock, still pinching and twisting her nipples and clit.
How could a mere female possibly ruin the moment when a cock was cumming? How could she interfere with the pinnacle of male pleasure? She simply waited. Naturally she couldn’t breathe. But it didn’t matter. This was not a moment that should be interrupted by something as trivial as breathing.
Even though that moment lasted a little… too long.
By the time it had gone on long enough that an ordinary person would have already passed out from oxygen deprivation, even the incredibly sturdy Gyeoul found the edges of her vision slowly turning black.
“U, uwoooo…♡”
She’s… still… cumming… so… I can’t… interrupt…
“Haa, ha, haaaa…♡ Ah…♡”
Alejandra’s ejaculation finally ended. The pelvic floor muscles that had been squeezing her prostate and seminal vesicles stopped moving.
“Ah…♡ Aah…♡”
The aftershock of such overwhelming pleasure made her body go limp.
Just as Alejandra began to slowly pull her cock out—
BANG!!
“Ah!? Just as I thought!!”
“Alejandra!!! What the hell are you doing right now!!!”
“What exactly do you think you are doing, Alejandra!!!”
It was, in order, Chacha, Miel, and Trisha. Miel and Trisha had left the headmaster’s office to come fetch Gyeoul. Chacha had been waiting anxiously in front of Gyeoul’s dormitory, tail swishing back and forth as she muttered, “I think I saw Alejandra go inside… or was that just my imagination? If it was, what should I say? But what if they really are in that kind of relationship?” before being spotted by the other two and entering together.
“Eh…?”
Alejandra froze at the sudden condemnation from completely unexpected people.
“Get away from Gyeoul!!”
Miel grabbed her and yanked hard, pulling her away exactly as ordered. It wasn’t a very succubus-like method, but it was certainly effective. Their bodies separated, and the cock that had been plugging Gyeoul’s throat slid out with a wet pop.
“Kyaaaak!?”
Alejandra, still hypersensitive right after ejaculating, let out a genuinely girlish scream as her glans was scraped on the way out.
“Glrrgh!? Cough! Haaaaaaa, heuk! Kehok! Uheheeeek!! Cough, cough—Huuuuuuuup, kehok!”
Gyeoul’s survival instincts finally kicked in, forcing her respiratory muscles to move wildly in order to make up for the oxygen deprivation.
“Khek, ek, huuuuuup, kuhk, kehok, uhek, hek, hueeeeek, huk, huuuk… cough, cough…!”
“Gyeoul, are you okay!?”
Miel rushed to the gasping girl’s side and began patting her back.
“Kehok, uhek, huek, hek… I-I’m, I’m okaay…”
Alejandra tried to protest to the intruders who had interrupted her sweet time with Gyeoul.
“W-what is this all of a sudden—”
Trisha cut her off with a sharp rebuke.
“Rapists should shut their mouths!”
“I-it wasn’t rape! It was consensual!!”
“To make such a clichéd excuse! Have you no shame?!”
“It’s true!!”
Alejandra pointed at Gyeoul.
“Does she look like someone who was just raped to you!?”
Not only had her pussy juices soaked through her panties and were running down her thighs, but the dazed, happy♡ expression on Gyeoul’s face didn’t look like that of someone in distress at all. If anything, while she had certainly felt physical discomfort, it had the distinctive air of someone who had converted even that into part of a far greater pleasure.
“Um…”
Trisha, who had only met Gyeoul yesterday, hesitated.
“B-but even if Gyeoul was raped, she’d still end up like that! If you hit her stomach, slapped her cheek, and twisted her nipples a little, she’d go into heat immediately!!”
Chacha, who had spent two weeks living with Gyeoul, displayed a courage that transcended the limits of her timid personality.
“Uh… yeah, that’s… that’s true.”
Now it was Alejandra’s turn to be at a loss for words. She unconsciously nodded in agreement with Chacha.
“If it was Gyeoul, even if you suddenly pressed a sharp object to her back and kidnapped her with a burlap sack over her head, she’d still go into heat if you just smacked her pussy a few times…”
“Exactly! So the proof that it wasn’t rape is…”
The atmosphere had seemed ready to explode into a fierce argument, yet—
“Hmm…”
“Well, that is…”
“…”
Trisha, Chacha, and Alejandra all fell silent. Each of them had fallen into the same line of thought.
‘I’ve fallen for an impossibly perverted woman… Once I become Emperor, I’ll need to bring her into the palace, but at this rate, rather than controlling the court ladies, she’ll…’
‘E-even if I marry Gyeoul, how on earth am I supposed to protect her on those vast plains…? Should I put a collar on her and keep her by my side…?’
‘Maybe I should lock her in the holy tower that only I have the key to, and manage even her meals and water. I don’t want to do that… but if it’s for Gyeoul’s sake, I might be able to…’
It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, yet it was. They weren’t making each other uncomfortable, but each had sunk into their own worries. In the midst of that awkward silence among the futanari—
“Kehok, kehoook…♡ Haaaaaaa…♡”
The only sound was Gyeoul’s ragged breathing. Then, accompanied by the noise of splooooosh…, the unmistakable thick scent of a female in heat filled the room.