May I Ask for a Massage with Something Long, Hard, and Hot...♡ (2)
He had meant to buy the condoms separately.
Whether it counted as a freebie or not, though, the delivery box that held the aphrodisiac had come stuffed with more than enough of them.
At this rate I could go for days and still have some left.
Running short was not going to be a problem.
...How the hell do they even know my size?
Looking at them now, these were a custom-order size, the kind you couldn't get any other way.
Do they have some kind of clairvoyance trait?
Nothing short of that would make sense. The world was crawling with traits, and among them a clairvoyance trait — or an ability that could read a man's maximum erection — was entirely plausible. If this weren't an eroge he might have found it strange, but even a game built around pure love was still an eroge.
Either way, things are going smoothly. I suppose I should be grateful.
The condom rolled on without a hitch. The material was tough and sturdy, yet thin enough to rival an ultra-thin, so it would hardly feel different from going in bare. From the one on the receiving end, of course, it might still seem a little lacking.
Once it was properly on, Arang climbed straight onto the massage bed. The thing was plenty wide; it would have held another grown man without complaint. He set to kneading Yuyeong's thighs at once and spread her legs.
"Ah... ngh."
As her legs opened, a thin thread of slick spilled from her pussy. She fidgeted like a girl who had no idea what to do with herself on the brink of her first time.
"I'll go slowly at first. If I start too hard, it'll hurt."
"I... I understand..."
They had long since left any ordinary massage behind, and still she simply accepted it, pressing forward without a single thought for what this would bring down on them. In this room, right now, there was no B-Rank Hero Angel, and no sidekick of his. Only one man and one woman.
Arang pressed the hard head of his cock firmly against her pussy and her clit.
"Hiiik...!"
She was already crying out, thrashing her head from side to side. It was an unmistakable refusal, a clear resistance — and yet her body was honest, and it wanted his cock. In the end he began to ease himself slowly inside her.
With a wet squelch, the hymen — that last symbol of her virginity — tore.
"Hngh...!"
There was no avoiding the pain. Hero or not, they were human in the end. Unless she carried a trait that nullified pain, she was bound to feel at least some of it.
After the hymen gave, Arang held still. He waited until the pain faded. Time passed, and then, in place of blood, a fresh thread of slick began to trickle down again.
"A-Arang..."
"Yes?"
Face flushed to the ears, she spoke as if she were trying to shrink into herself.
"It doesn't hurt anymore... so you can keep going."
"......"
At her permission, the words he meant to say simply left him. Not because he didn't know how to answer. Because the shy look on her was filthy attractive.
...I'm going to lose my mind.
All he had set out to do was train women so he could crawl out from under a terminal sentence. Tools. That was all they were supposed to be — tools for stretching out his life. And yet that embarrassed face... wasn't it almost exactly like a lover's, right before her first time?
Not that I've ever had a lover.
Maybe that was precisely why his heart was pounding hard enough to drive him mad.
Thump. Thump. His pulse kicked up. Arang forced the excitement down and spoke low.
"Then... I'll begin."
"Yes..."
Even the way she answered, docile as a well-tamed cat, was far too much his type. He pushed in deeper.
"Huu, haaah..."
Yuyeong trembled, letting out little sounds like a balloon slowly losing its air. At last his cock reached her womb. When he ground down on it, slow and heavy, putting real pressure there—
"Hiiik...♡"
She squirted, a hot rush spilling out of her as she came. Lightly crushing her womb had been enough to push her over.
It wasn't hard to understand. Arang's cock was more than enough to turn a woman into a beast and drag her into submission. The veins standing along it and the hard shaft scraped her walls and every weak spot there at once, driving her out of her mind — and the length of it still had some to spare even after it was bearing down on her womb. A cock beyond any standard measure.
"Keep... keep going...♡"
Her plea didn't stop there. She reached both hands toward him, arms flailing uselessly in the air. It wasn't quite a surrender of the mind, but it carried, unmistakably, the meaning of a body already given in.
"...Understood."
He drew back about halfway, slow... and then slammed in with everything he had.
"Ohoook♡♡"
A vulgar moan tore out of her as her head snapped back. Arang didn't stop. Again and again he worked his hips, pounding as if he meant to break her womb apart.
"Hah... How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"Nnngh♡ Ohgoooh♡♡"
She couldn't answer. How was she supposed to speak with a monstrous cock like this driving into her without pause? Every scrap of her awareness went into coming and spilling moans.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Ohiiik♡ C-cock♡♡"
She was dying of it, letting words slip that she would never have put in her mouth under any ordinary circumstance. Her slick had already soaked Arang's abdomen, and more than that it was pattering onto the floor.
So this is Angel... I'd love to know what the protagonist would think if he saw this.
True to a pure-love story, the sex in it came out mild. Most of the heroines never reacted this violently. And Angel's usual temperament was ice-cold and quiet. Of course, the protagonist at this point in the story had no point of contact with her, so he wouldn't know any of it.
Arang seized her large breasts and kneaded them hard enough to crush them.
"Hiiik♡ My breasts♡ I love it♡♡"
Gripped like that, she could easily have said it hurt. She liked it.
...Does she have a bit of a masochistic streak?
This alone told him nothing. He was pounding her pussy like a madman; maybe she simply couldn't feel the pain. But if she did lean that way...
Maybe I could break her by another route.
The hard stuff wasn't his taste, but that hardly mattered. Collars, spanking, breath control, orgasm control — he already knew the whole catalog. He played eroges. Not knowing even this much would be absurd. Knowing those tastes and actually putting them into practice, though, were worlds apart. Even so, if he needed them, he would use them. Being picky about means and methods right now was not the right choice at all.
He drove his hips harder still.
"Ohoh♡ Nnnghiiik♡♡"
The more he moved — grinding his glans into her soft womb, mercilessly scraping her walls with the shaft — the worse she gasped and came apart. He kept burying himself in her like that for dozens of minutes.
The urge to come is finally starting to climb.
In the body he'd had before reincarnation, he would have finished long ago. This one was different. Even sunk in a pussy this good and pounding for the better part of an hour, the urge only crept up little by little. He could govern it, though. If he wanted to come right now, he could.
"Yuyeong. I'm going to come."
"Y-yes?! N-no, you can't, don't come♡"
The instant he said it, she started squeezing him tighter. He had told her plainly, before they began, that he would use a condom. She seemed to have forgotten.
Well. This isn't so bad either.
She was resisting, crying no as if she'd been tricked, but her body bit down on his cock and refused to let go — as if she wanted to take in heaps of his seed and get pregnant.
"Haa. Your pussy is clamped on and won't let go. Are you sure I really can't?"
"No, nooo♡ I don't wanna get pregnant...♡"
The more he talked about pregnancy, the tighter she clenched. Arang looked down at her, bent at the waist, and whispered at her ear.
"I'm wearing rubber anyway. You don't have to worry about getting pregnant."
"...♡"
Slowly, she wound her legs around his waist.
"Then, then... please come inside, thick and deep...♡"
"......"
The moment she heard they were protected, she turned on a dime.
She really was a woman who could drive a man insane.
No more hesitation. Arang worked his hips at full strength and drove toward the edge.
"Ohik♡ I love it♡ I love your cock♡♡"
She cried out for it now without a shred of shame, and hit her peak. The moment he started to come, she clenched tight around him and came with him — hot semen flooding the condom on the inside, her slick soaking his stomach on the outside.
"Huu..."
Finished, Arang carefully pulled out. The condom was swollen past anything a normal man's could compare to. A volume of semen beyond the range of an ordinary person. He peeled it off with care, tied the end so it ballooned, and looked at Yuyeong.
"Huu... haah..."
She was spent. All she could do was pant, with no attention left for anything else.
"......"
Arang glanced from her to the swollen condom and back, and then, as if a good idea had just occurred to him, he moved carefully. He set the condom balloon, heavy with warm semen, over her eyes.
The moment it rested there, her breathing roughened. Reason couldn't grasp what it was. Instinct seemed to know exactly what had been laid across her face.