Fifty Climaxes in the Bath
There was affection in it, but the touch was rough, almost violent.
Squeak, squeak…
Yuyeong was the one being washed first.
"Haaah…"
Every time those large, coarse hands found some corner of her body, she flinched. She wanted him to take her hard this very instant, and yet she could not bring herself to ask first. Whether Arang knew that or not, he kept her strung out to the very edge, working her until it was impossible to tell soap from caress.
"Ah, ngh…"
"If it's uncomfortable, say so anytime. I can go slower."
"Y-yes…"
Slower. If he went any slower than this, any stickier, she might actually lose her mind. The mere thought of it drove her right up to the brink of climax. And in that same instant, the moment Arang's hand brushed lightly over her lower belly—
Pshhh!
"Hyaaak…♥"
She squirted, and came. A current seemed to crackle up through her skull as the climax hit; she made a strange sound and her hips gave a shallow jerk.
"All I did was soap you, and look at that reaction. Guess you liked it?"
Arang already knew perfectly well. He only pretended he didn't, because he felt like teasing her a little. What man, watching a beautiful woman climax under his own hands, would not want to play with her? Any man would.
"If your lower belly felt good, I'll touch it more."
"Y-you don't have to— hiiik…♥"
Press. Press.
With both rough hands he massaged her lower belly, stroking upward from beneath as if to push it higher. She answered with a reaction nothing like the last, throwing her head back and beginning, little by little, to thrash.
"S-stop, stoppp♥"
"Can't quite hear you. What was that?"
Even at her plea, Arang played dumb and went on kneading her lower belly, press after press.
"Ah, hnnk♥ haaahnk♥♥"
The gentler the massage, the more violent her response. At first she had thought she might endure it somehow, and she tried. Reality overran her in a single breath. And in the same moment she understood who the true master of this body was. No matter how kind he was, no matter that he loved her, on the bed she was nothing but this man's female. A female who spread when told to spread, and came when told to come.
Even so… it might not be so bad…♥
But her sexual nature had already warped beyond recognition. Anything like an ordinary woman's disposition was long gone, and no one could say whether what remained was her true heart or merely the finished work of Arang's training.
"Hehh♥ hiehh♥"
By now she was making utterly broken sounds, head thrown back, barely managing a whisper.
"A kiss, kiss meee♥"
She courted him without meaning to. The pleasure her master gave her had knocked her clean out of any normal state. The woman who, in ordinary circumstances, seemed incapable of the slightest coquetry was begging for a man's lips.
"As much as you want."
Arang looked at her, let out a short laugh, and met her mouth, mixing their tongues.
"Chuuup♥"
At a kiss that bordered on rapture, her eyes rolled slowly back as she felt the love pouring into her. Now, every time he massaged her lower belly—her womb, to be precise—she squirted, pssh, pssh!, and climaxed. After five or six or seven light peaks, as if some stack had finally filled, she came once, hard, and her hips bucked.
"Puh…"
Arang pulled his mouth away the instant before she grew desperate for air.
"How many times did you come that round?"
"…Fifteen."
She still hesitated a little, not yet used to reporting her climaxes, but he paid it no mind. That she managed even this much was already impressive. What Arang wanted was a woman he had trained who would not follow him blindly. If there was a better way, she should say so, and speak her own will. All he asked was obedience on the bed, and nowhere else.
Of course, a bit of resistance has its own flavor, so maybe… what am I even saying.
The strange thought rose on its own, and he cut it off halfway. These odd notions kept occurring to him now and then. What on earth was causing them?
The goddess must have done something again…
It was as if she had installed some system that, at a fixed chance, lodged a lust-demon in his head.
"Then… could I ask you to climax thirty-five more times, and then soap me?"
"Th-thirty-five…"
Added together, that was fifty. She had climaxed something like fifty times in a row once before, and that time she had genuinely wondered whether she was going to die.
…Can I hold out?
He wasn't even using an aphrodisiac this time, the way he had then. It would be all right, wouldn't it? Yuyeong hesitated a moment, then looked at Arang and nodded.
"Please…"
Arang only looked at her, and moved his hands without a word.
"Hyaaak…♥ hiehh♥♥"
Only after she had filled the day's quota of fifty climaxes was she allowed out of Arang's arms. Not at once, of course. He held her until she had recovered some of her senses, and only then let go. On legs that trembled uncontrollably, she struggled just to stand. In the process her large backside quivered right in front of his face, but he crushed the urge down with superhuman patience. The main event, he had decided, would happen on the bed.
And so Arang watched her prepare. She fetched the scrubbing towel from one side, worked it into a thick lather, and began slowly wiping his body down. Her hands were so small and unpracticed that there was no hiding the clumsiness, and she seemed well aware of it herself.
"Nnh…"
Moving those tiny hands was no easy thing, and yet even that looked cute to Arang. Awkward as she was, the will to try hard, and the sight of her trying, was beautiful.
It's been a long time since I had leisure like this.
While she soaped him, Arang turned over what had come before. Even before he fell into this world he had lived wound tight, and after arriving he had been anxious enough. Now, in his own way, he had bought himself a few years of breathing room.
Still too early to relax completely.
He had only bought a few years. That time was by no means infinite. He would have to keep training other women after this, and inevitably extend his lifespan further.
And in the end, catch the Outer Gods and save this world.
Said aloud, it sounded absurd. And well it might. Originally that was the thing the protagonist was meant to catch. Even plastered over with every fraudulent buff and trait in existence, that man had only managed a fight that came out even. How was Arang supposed to face something like that?
If I devour every fortuitous encounter, and make the ones I need into allies… it might be possible.
If he seized even a faint hope and shook it, something might fall out. Dying while he sat on his hands and sucked his thumb was absolutely out of the question.
Press…
"…?"
Lost in thought, he felt something large and soft against his back. It met him as if its shape were being crushed flat, and something that stood out from it stroked slowly along his skin. Arang turned at once to find out what the sensation was.
"……"
"Ah, ehh…"
And he saw it. Yuyeong had lathered her own large breasts with soap and was using them in place of the towel.
"You… caught me."
"It would've been strange if I hadn't. The feel of it was different from the start."
"You looked a little troubled, Master, so I wanted to ease you… Your happiness is my happiness…"
"……"
Troubled. She had struck the mark dead center. Even so, Arang kept it off his face and looked at her.
"The thought is commendable, but I'm fine. You don't have to force yourself."
"N-no, it's not that… And I wanted to do this at least once for someone who likes this sort of thing…"
Yuyeong mumbled it, hesitant.
"…Ha."
Throb!
In the end Arang could not withstand her sincerity, and his cock swelled to its limit.
"Ah, eh…♥"
She rested her chin lightly on his shoulder and took in the sight of it, swollen to the very edge.
Clench♥
Just looking at it made her lower belly tighten and her heart start to pound. A cock born to make women submit. A thing so close to monstrous that it had already conquered her pussy and her womb alike, and brought them down.
Gulp.
"…♥"
Yuyeong stole a glance at Arang's expression, then pressed her body even closer. After that she nibbled and licked at the nape of his neck, groped him here and there, breathed into his ear, and set about seducing her master in earnest. Now that she had found that thing, she could not hold back. She had to make Arang even more aroused, had to make him fuck her, no matter what.
"…Yuyeong. Your hands are getting awfully blatant."
"It's the mood's fault…"
For an instant she flinched, then brazened her way through and slipped the crisis. Arang, however, did not fall for the open provocation. He had decided they would finish washing first, and having decided it, he meant to keep to it. Wouldn't the bed be more comfortable anyway? Unless he was truly in rut, the place mattered too.
So he endured the provocations as they continued. The words that came after, though, scraped his temper raw.
"Is it because it's a coward of a cock, that it can't even take one defenseless little me…♥"
"…What?"
That was a provocation, plain and simple. She went on, whispering into his ear as if breathing the words against it.
"Last time I let my guard down, but this time I'll wring this pathetic cock dry."
With that she reached out, took his cock in one hand, and began stroking it, shk-shk, working him with a handjob.
"Come on… feel good in a girl's hand and squirt it all out, spurt, spurt♥"
"……"
Was this some kind of bratty little-devil act? Unlike last time, the thread of his reason did not snap. He had grown more, mentally, than he had been then, so that was only natural. Even so, talk and conduct that crossed the line like this needed to be corrected properly, once.
"You'd better be ready."
"…Heh?"
Arang whispered it to her and rose with her from where they sat. Then he pushed her toward the wall.
"Hoo… You called it a pathetic cock, didn't you."
"Y-yes… It is a pathetic cock, isn't it♥"
Still unwilling to give in, she kept degrading him, kept provoking him. Her voice had climbed a little in pitch, close enough to the real bratty-little-devil thing.
Has she been practicing this act or something.
Either way, it had gotten him hard. Arang looked at her back and slowly ground his cock along the cleft of her ass.
"Take back the word pathetic, and I'll go gentle. Last chance."
"…!!!"
He would go gentle. It was the last chance. The moment she heard it, she flinched. That alone made her choice obvious.
"Pa-pathetic♥ A worthless little cock♥ The absolute worst♥ Go on, fuck me however you— no. Try fucking me."
Watching her, so desperate to be taken that she reached for a provocation that didn't even suit her, Arang let out a long sigh.
Thud!!!
He drove his cock straight into her pussy and slammed his hips up from below.
Clench!
In an instant his cock packed her cunt full, and the soft glans crushed into her womb, announcing the start.
"Ohoook♥♥♥"