You're Begging to Be Fucked, So Why Deny It

I drove a Penetration Strike straight into her womb without a moment's hesitation.

…Did I go too far?

She'd told me to strike her weak points, and I'd done it without pulling a single blow—but it seemed I'd overdone it after all. She clutched her lower belly, folded at the waist, and shook from head to toe.

"Haa… hngh…♥"

She was barely staying upright. One more touch in that state and she would certainly go down. Even so, I didn't simply press in.

I'm not the one doing the asking. I'm making her ask.

If I begged for it myself, then I'd be the one carrying out the conditioning of my own accord. Her asking first was another matter entirely.

I was asked, and I'm only answering. None of this is my fault. Not in the slightest.

Even if I had to bend the logic that far, I meant to endure the guilt and the revulsion. There was time enough for it, after all.

"…Are you all right?"

"I-I'm f-fine…"

She did not look fine in the least. Still, she'd said she was, so I decided not to ask again, and I let the wetness of her arousal pass as sweat.

"Shall we continue?"

"…We have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to. Yeah… same as before. Keep aiming for my weak points and come at me like it's a real fight."

"……"

A real fight. I understood at once what she meant by that.

She wants more.

The woman in front of me was already in heat, and she'd just taken a Penetration Strike to the womb on top of it. That her condition would only get worse was, in a sense, inevitable.

…Well. I'm not complaining.

Letting it flow on its own was better than forcing her down and making her submit on the spot. Whether that was truly why, or whether I simply wanted to corrupt her and break her more slowly, more stickily, I couldn't say.

And so the training went on, in a manner that bordered on one-sided violence.

After that I kept lunging at her, stubbornly hunting her womb. She, for her part, looked as if she were doing everything she could to dodge.

"Ohok…♥"

"Aheet♥♥"

"Hnghk♥"

And yet, every so often, she quietly let a blow land—and each time she froze as if a stun had taken her, trembling, unable to move. The leggings that had started only faintly damp were soaked through now, wet enough that anyone could see it at a glance.

……

Watching her, Arang was going through a private hell of his own. He was barely holding down an erection that threatened to rise at any second, and there she was, pouring off pheromones and putting on a female-in-heat display. How was he supposed to endure that?

"Ngh…"

Had she caught the hunger in his eyes? Little by little she let her gaze drift aside and pretended she hadn't.

…So that's how she means to play it.

This match was about who held out longer, and who begged first. That she still wasn't using her full strength to pin him down, even now, meant she was quietly hoping he would be the one to close the distance.

Then… all I have to do is go at her for real.

Drawing lightly on his trait, he set his stance. The power of Lustful Touch gathered along the edge of his knife-hand.

Whoosh!

He charged again at full speed. Both hands raised in knife-hand strikes, he looked for all the world like a warrior closing in.

"…!"

She startled and tried to reset her guard, but this time I was faster.

Tok!

Clean and certain, the edge of my hand touched her lower belly—right where her womb lay.

A sharp, electric tingle ran through her.

"Ah… eh…?"

Her body slipped into one last moment of stillness. Before a pleasure too great to bear could reach her brain, it wiped body and mind clean, and then filled that blank space with nothing but pleasure. One second. Two… and at last the third passed.

"♥♥♥?!♥♥!!♥?!!♥♥"

Pshaaaaa—!!!

Words wouldn't come. Her mouth worked helplessly, her eyes rolled back, and she climaxed in spectacular fashion—a reaction nothing like the ones before. Her hips kept bucking for a long while as orgasm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠after orgasm took her.

"Ugk♥ Hyaah♥ Hieeek♥♥"

She shook her head, trying to refuse it. Her brain was burning out, and every nerve in her body crawled with a sensation her instincts rejected. It felt good, and she hated it. She hated it, and it felt good. Caught in that contradiction, she kept coming.

Pshut! Fshuuuu!!!

"…♥♥♥"

In the end her knees hit the floor, her upper body folded down, and she settled into the pose of a cat with its hips raised high.

…Did I go too far?

I watched her, half aroused and half worried. I hadn't even pushed the trait to full output—only about thirty percent—and this was the result. The pleasure that even climax hadn't been able to drain from her womb itself seemed to have broken all at once, starting from this strike. In the end, Arang had no choice but to wait until she came back to herself.

"……"

"……"

Once she came to, the two of them sat down to rest. One side had made a spectacle of herself and couldn't get a word out; the other had no idea how to start. In a silence thick with nothing else, she was the one who spoke first.

"…Th-this training, I mean… if we could keep it a secret, a secret—"

"Of course I'll keep it secret. Who would go around spreading rumors in every direction about a sight like that?"

"Ngh…!"

Just hearing talk of rumors made her flinch, as if her womb had gone light-headed. …At this point, it already feels like the womb conditioning is completely finished.

"Then is today's training over?"

"R-right. We went pretty long today, so let's stop here…"

With a clear answer in hand, I got up at once and made ready to leave. At that decisive figure, she tilted her head.

"H-hey… you're leaving right now?"

"Yes. What good would staying here do?"

"…That's true, but."

She hesitated as if she had something more to say, fidgeting with her fingers.

"You trained hard. I was thinking I might treat you to a meal, at least…"

"A meal?"

A dinner invitation, out of nowhere. For Arang, it was a proposal with nothing to lose. It meant he could keep a point of contact with her even after training.

"All right. Let's head out, then. I'm not familiar with the places to eat around here—would you mind recommending one?"

"…As much as you like. I know them well, so just follow me."

And just like that, a post-training meal that had never been on the schedule was set on the spot.

After changing out of clothes soaked in sweat and arousal, they went straight outside. Both of them ate a great deal, so they didn't finish at a single place; they got bored of only one thing and preferred variety to begin with. The problem lay in the menu she chose.

"Come on, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"…Understood."

The first stop was oysters. At an oyster house they worked through grilled oysters, steamed oysters, and every other oyster dish on offer.

The second was pork. Pork and garlic were both the sort of food people swore did a man good…

And they finished with eel. Honestly, he'd caught on from the second course onward, but he kept following her, curious to see how far she would take it. Her intent was far too clear, and far too blatant.

Is she signaling me by stuffing me with food that's good for virility?

She didn't seem to have the nerve to say it outright, so she was coming at it this way instead. At this point, it was fair to call it begging him to fuck her.

In the end they finished the third meal and stepped back outside. It was so late the buses had all stopped, and no taxi would take them either. To make matters worse, she hadn't even brought her car…

She left it behind on purpose.

The desire to stay with him—stacking up excuses, one after another—was painfully obvious. She could not have been more transparent.

"I don't think we'll be able to get home tonight."

"Th-that's… true, isn't it…? Wh-what do we dooo…"

Even the acting she'd been halfway decent at was falling apart now, her words slurring as the performance collapsed. Did it no longer matter, because the prey was already caught? Unseen by her, Arang let the corner of his mouth lift, then set it back down.

"Then let's spend the night somewhere nearby and go in the morning. I don't think there's any other way."

"Sh-should we…?!"

Look at that. How could anyone fail to notice, when the mere mention of spending the night set her ears and tail thrashing like mad? What she needed, it seemed, was a way to hide what she felt. It was written all over her face and in every gesture. Like that, she couldn't bluff worth a damn.

"A motel nearby, for now. The hotels will be full anyway."

"Then let's do that…"

And so they headed for a motel he hadn't even considered. Honestly, he'd thought it would take at least a month to get this far… She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far sloppier than he'd expected.

No. No, that's not right. It isn't over yet.

Arang had been eyeing her like a fish already in the net, but he caught himself. Nothing might happen at the motel, after all. He couldn't afford to let the string of his tension go slack.

There was a time when I, too, believed that.

Paang! Pang!!!

"Huk…♥ Hiek♥ Heeeek♥♥"

With a wet, obscene slap, skin met skin. On the bed, the man was toying with her, hauling on her tail like a handle, and the woman swayed her hips, savoring the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠situation itself.

"You pervert♥ Y-you were trying to fuck me from the start♥♥"

"…?"

Thinking he might have misheard, he tilted his head. That wasn't something she had any right to say, was it? All at once he felt indignant.

Paaaang!!!

"Nnngok♥♥♥"

He crushed hard into her womb, and she hit her peak, spilling a vulgar cry.

"You deliberately let yourself get hit, and you stuffed me with food that's good for a man's stamina, and now you say that? Isn't that a bit lacking in conscience?"

"N-no♥ I didn't mean it like that♥♥"

"And now you're lying, too. I'll keep fucking you until you tell the truth and reflect on it, so go on—try to hold out."

"Hiiik♥♥"

She'd seduced him first and advertised that she wanted to be fucked, and now she was resisting and denying it. That alone told him exactly what she wanted.

Then let's see how long you can last.