Revenge Match (4)
Some time ago... well, it was only a few days, but anyway. When those tentacles slithered all the way down my throat and force-fed me that weird slime. The situation itself isn't that different from back then.
But my mood right now is way more... irritated? Pissed off?
"Kehk, ugh, urp—♡"
Every time that thick cock rams into my throat, it's just as hard to breathe as it was with the tentacles. The annoying part is the hand. This hand grabbing my hair like it owns it, yanking me around however it wants! Treating me like a fucking handle, pulling me in toward it, then shoving me back out.
I hate it. I hate it... but then, just like now. The monster's two hands gripping my hair yank my head—buried in its crotch—back out.
"Pha, ha, haaa—♡ Haa, ha—♡"
I don't know why this monster is giving me a chance to breathe, but hey, works for me. Every ragged exhale carries the fishy, musky stench clinging to my breath. Not like I can hold my breath forever, damn it...
"Y-you... what're you gonna do if I keep my mouth shut?"
In a situation where I can't use my star power, this is the best resistance I've got—even if I know it's not much. Whatever. I glare straight up at the faceless monster looking down at me and clamp my lips shut. "Hmph—"
"……"
The monster freezes, not moving a muscle. What... what is it? Broken? Or just playing possum to make me drop my guard?
After a few seconds of silence, it starts moving again. I figured it'd pry my mouth open by force...
"Ugh, urp...!"
But its hands just keep my head locked in place. Instead, its hips thrust forward—toward me—and the glans presses against my sealed lips. No, squishes against them.
"Mmph! Ugh, mmph...!"
It's not trying to wedge between my lips... more like mashing and rubbing that fat, sticky glans all over them. I'm flustered, but no way am I opening up for this. Keep trying, asshole—I'll just breathe through my nose...
Nose. Anyone can close their mouth easily, but no normal person can shut their nostrils on command. Not me either.
"...Ugh, mmph...! Mmph! Mmph!"
The monster drags its glans slowly up from my lips. No need to pull away—it just slides up my philtrum. This... this reminds me of last time...
"……"
I feel the veins and ridges bulging along the shaft pressing against my lips. Hot, hard... pulsing with a subtle rhythm. But even more vivid—way more—is the smell.
"Hng, mmph...♡"
The glans smears sticky precum all over my nostrils, rubbing it in deep. Even holding my breath, that heavy scent seeps in. I'm barely hanging on, but it's getting tough... If I open my mouth, the cock slams back in. Breathe through my nose? I suck down more of this stench. Can't pull away with its hands gripping my head. W-what do I do? Any good ideas...?
This is what they mean by "between a rock and a hard place." And the monster won't even stay still... keeps shoving that dick forward. My nose and lips are already coated in sticky precum...
"Ugh... hng, urmp..."
I'm... at my limit. J-just a little. A tiny breath. Better to take it thin and slow than a big gulp...
Slowly... I resume breathing.
"……"
No sound. Lips sealed, I inhale quietly through my nose. Fresh air? Nope—pure semen, my spit, and globs of sticky fluid. The thick male musk floods in, soaking my body instantly. Nose, lungs, brain... all drowned in the cock's overpowering scent.
A shiver races down my spine, electric and chilling. My eyelids flutter. Gulp—my throat, still hollow from that thick shaft, swallows dryly in the emptiness.
Musky, fishy, rank... nothing but disgusting. ...But taking a deep breath like that again might be risky.
And why is this monster so obsessed with this spot? It could just grab my jaw with one hand and force my mouth open... But no, it's been lazily rubbing that cock on my nose and lips forever.
Right... fake dream. It did this in the fake dream too? Not coincidence—there's something to it. But... this heavy dick smell keeps messing with my focus...
Ten minutes? Twenty? Maybe thirty. Even after all that time, the monster shows no sign of forcing my mouth open.
"...Hoo, haa...♡ Ha, ah...♡"
Every slow inhale through my nose melts my brain a little more, and despite myself, I start sneaking breaths through my slightly parted lips too. The monster must hear me breathing... but it just keeps smearing sticky fluid on my nostrils and lips, rubbing away...
"Huaa, ah...♡ Ha, aaa...♡"
My eyes keep losing focus, trying to drift shut. D-don't be ridiculous... who gets all woozy just from sniffing a dick...? I try other thoughts, but every exhale scatters them. The monster just keeps rubbing over the dried or absorbed precum spots...
What the hell does it want...? Does it expect me to open my mouth on my own? Better than this endless teasing... maybe...?
Just a tiny bit, subtly. My resolve tips toward opening wider.
But before I do, the monster shifts. The broad glans that was fixated on coating my nose pulls back slightly. Its hands still pin my head firm.
"Wh-what now...?"
All that hot, thick male musk instead of clean air has me dizzy. The monster doesn't answer, of course. Instead, the cock right in front of me twitches—then starts pulsing rhythmically.
I know exactly what that means. I can still feel it throbbing in my throat before it dumped that thick load.
"W-wait, not like this, if you cum—"
Too late. Can't turn my head. I squeeze my eyes shut.
And the next instant—
Bluuuuurp—♡ Splurt—♡ Pyuuut—♡
Hot, sticky semen splatters across my cheeks. Way thicker and heavier than the scent soaking my skin.
"……"
I feel it oozing down under my sealed eyelids. Some seeps between my clamped lips... the full fishy taste...
"...Haa... ha, ah...♡"
Only after it finishes do I open my eyes and mouth, gasping. There has to be something weird mixed in this monster's cum. Otherwise... how could just the smell and a faceful leave me this drained, unable to think...?
"...A lie. You lied."
Compared to usual defeats, wasn't it pretty light? I'm questioning why she thinks it's a lie, right after the defeat dream ends. Just like before the start, when I called it 'light.'
"I-it was better than last time, sure..."
Just pisses me off that I lost just from huffing that monster dick like a fiend! "I let my guard down believing you. Guard down."
Nothing more to argue, so I just grumble.
"Anyway, I endured this time too! I get stronger, right?"
Yes. That's a clear fact. You survived the dream again, so along with power, you get one question about Spica.
Past Spica... let's start with the most basic and important.
"...Are you alive?"
The Abyss Eye's answer comes right after my question.
Alive.
"A-alive? Where? How?"
One question at a time. That was the deal.
Ugh, cheap... stingy... Obvious it won't answer more now.
Fine, time to wake up...
"O-okay. I'll ask more next time... now let me wake up."
Wait a moment. One thing before the dream ends.
"Huh? What?"
Your Earth. Lately, humans there have started collecting my shards. The reason isn't clear yet, but it bodes ill for you magical girls.
Humans collecting shards...? Why? Wanna meet this eye?
"Then... just stop them yourself. Keep 'em from collecting."
Who knows... No reason for me to interfere. Protecting and blocking—that's your job.
What...? Then why tell me?
See you next time.
"Wait? No, tell me more!"
The massive eye ignores me completely and slowly closes. Spouting its piece and cutting off—cheap... stingy...!
As the dream fades and consciousness drifts back to reality in that hazy afterglow, I think.
If that eye is telling the truth... probably is. Just got used to smashing monsters, now I gotta fight humans too?
I'm in exam week.
...Why no extra credit for magical girls? Why...