Chapter 353: Guwon's Counterattack
Chapter 353: Guwon's Counterattack
It's said that humans can display an inexplicable, unknown power when pushed to their absolute limit.
I was now experiencing that fact more keenly than ever before.
The moment I heard the sound of the doorknob turning, my body moved before my brain could even process it.
My middle and ring fingers, which had been gently stroking the surface of her vulva, plunged inside, securing my grip on Vanessa’s lower body. My other hand, which had been softly caressing her chest, clenched tight, crushing her breast to secure her upper body as well.
With a firm hold on both halves of her body, I put my strength into the hand buried inside her, lifted her up, and rushed silently toward the bathtub in the corner of the room.
This room, like my own, had a bathtub in the corner, complete with a curtain.
If we could just get behind that curtain, we could hide.
Had I ever moved so stealthily and swiftly since gaining the Assassin job?
It was a movement so incredible I almost impressed myself. I managed to slip behind the curtain at almost the exact same instant the door swung open.
“Nnghhhh…!”
I practically lay down in the tub, making sure not even our silhouettes would be visible through the opaque curtain, and pulled Vanessa’s chest down so she was pressed flat against me.
The bathtubs in this mansion were generously sized, large enough for me to stretch my legs out completely. There was more than enough space for me, a large man, and Vanessa, a large woman.
Vanessa, who had already been on the verge of orgasm, seemed to have trouble regaining her senses after the sudden, immense stimulation.
Her face was flushed so red it looked like it might burst, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
She had an expression that suggested her entire brain was steeped in pleasure.
Yet, even in that state, Vanessa seemed to know she couldn't make a sound.
She tensed her entire body, her muscles hardening to the point I could feel them swell, and bit her lower lip so hard it looked like it would bleed, somehow managing to hold back any noise.
As a result, my whole body ached.
Vanessa was, after all, clinging to me for dear life.
My ribs and spine screamed under the pressure, as if my high Durability stat meant nothing. To top it all off, the pressure around the fingers buried inside her was so terrifyingly tight I thought the blood would stop circulating.
Of course, despite the pain, I couldn't make a sound either.
Besides, this was no time to worry about that.
The most important thing right now was figuring out who had just entered the room.
I held my breath and listened, waiting for the intruder to make any kind of noise.
Who is it? Don't tell me it's Sara. Did she find out what happened earlier?
No. If she had, she'd know the situation, wouldn't she?
Was hiding a mistake? Should I have just been brazen about it?
Come to think of it, it wasn't like I was doing anything I should feel guilty about.
We weren't having sex. I was just mechanically touching her, suppressing my own arousal, to undo a skill I'd accidentally cast.
It was an act I could have explained and made her understand.
Of course, by hiding like this, the option to explain and be understood had vanished.
Even if I came out and tried to explain now, it would just look like a pathetic excuse.
Dammit. For once, I resent my own excellent reflexes.
All sorts of thoughts swirled through my mind.
What happens if we get caught?
First, Sara will beat the hell out of me, and then word will get out to the others… Wait. Didn't Diana say she'd cut it off if I did it with Vanessa one more time?
True, she did tearfully whisper something later in bed that implied she didn't really mean it, and I firmly believe my Diana isn't the kind of woman who would actually cut off her one and only darling's "thing."
Right. And Diana did say it was okay if I slept with other women if I needed to… No. What am I doing, clinging to words like that?
I swore to myself that because the girls said it was okay, I had to be even more disciplined.
As I wallowed in despair, I heard voices from beyond the curtain.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“I told you, it’s fine. Everyone uses this room like this. Don’t worry.”
It wasn't Sara. They were voices I'd never heard before. And there were two of them.
The fact that it wasn't one of my girls made the tension drain from my body in a rush.
It didn't change the fact that we couldn't be seen like this, but the weight of the situation was completely different.
Once the tension eased, my next thought was curiosity.
Who are they? And what are they planning to do here? Everyone uses it like this?
Judging by the conversation, they were residents of the mansion. Mages from the association or maids, I figured.
But what could they possibly be doing in this room…?
“So… Mmph… Mwah, haahm…”
“Hnngh. Schlip. Haa…”
Just in case you were wondering.
Both voices belonged to women.
And from beyond the curtain, a series of wet noises began that could only be the sound of kissing.
What is this? I mean, I've vaguely heard that homosexuality is more common in places where only one gender lives together, but… So when she said everyone uses this room, she meant it in that sense?
A magnificent place like this existed in our mansion?!
What the hell have I been doing all this time I've lived here!
A wave of anger and self-reproach washed over me.
I've been far too oblivious about this mansion.
If I had just paid a little more attention, I could have known there was a prime spot right nearby where I could watch live scissoring at any time!
Wait a minute. Then does that mean Vanessa also knew this place was used like this?
I looked down at Vanessa.
And I couldn't help but be startled.
Vanessa had tensed her entire body to hold back her moans earlier.
But it seemed she had held back her orgasm as well.
She was still clinging tightly to me, desperately using her strength to keep her hips from instinctively bucking and twitching.
Her face was still flushed with extreme arousal, her eyes half-lidded, and though I couldn't see her mouth, which was buried in my chest, I could feel the dampness through my clothes, meaning she was drooling.
She was panting through her nose, trying to be as quiet as possible, but her breaths were still rough and heavy. Huu, huu.
And her pussy was still clamped around my fingers so tightly I thought the blood had stopped flowing, the inside walls twitching and squirming as if desperate for any sensation.
The sight of her desperately trying to keep her hips still while her insides moved uncontrollably was more than just lewd; it was indescribably erotic.
But that wasn't what surprised me.
Like a reptile's, the pupils of her eyes had become long, vertical slits, and two large horns had sprouted from her head.
Patches of scales had appeared all over her body.
The chest and vulva I was touching still felt like soft skin, but parts of her arms and legs were now completely covered in scales.
And this sharp feeling poking my back… were those her claws?
Come to think of it, she was a Dragonian, wasn't she?
Her appearance was usually no different from a human's, so I'd completely forgotten.
In any case, Vanessa, now transformed into a form befitting the name Dragonian, was trembling from head to toe, her body craving release while she forcibly suppressed it.
I realized that in my surprise, I hadn't let go of her.
I was still crushing her breast so hard I worried it might burst, and my two fingers were still buried to the last knuckle inside her.
Should I let go to make it easier for her to endure?
As I thought that and slowly tried to remove my hands from her breast and sex, Vanessa frantically shook her head as if begging me not to.
It seemed any movement in this state would make it even harder for her to hold back.
“Haahm… Nngh… Hahh… Ah, that’s good…”
“Hnngh. Mwah. Huup. Hahh!”
And all the while, the sweet voices of the two women beyond the curtain grew even more intense.
The moans of two women on the other side of the curtain, a woman with a killer body pressed against me, and my hands on her breast and in her cunt.
And yet, I couldn't do anything but lie still. What is this? Some new kind of torture?
The only part of my body moving was the rod below my waist, and even that wasn't of my own volition.
It was just twitching on its own in arousal, poking against Vanessa’s firm abdomen.
Dammit. How long do we have to stay like this?
Do we have to wait until they finish scissoring?
Why didn't I just go straight to Sara's room? Why did I have to peek and end up suffering like this…
“Haaah… Huu… That was good…”
“Nngh… Hehe. Me too… See? No one came, right?”
“Yeah…”
How much time had passed like that?
Finally, I heard those voices from beyond the curtain.
Are they done? Are they finally done? Please, just get out.
This is like some kind of ascetic training. I'm going to lose my mind.
As if my prayers were answered, I heard the rustle of clothes, and the two of them quickly left.
Finally! Finally, we're free!
Even after the door closed, Vanessa and I remained still for a while.
Then, once I was sure they were far enough away, I looked at Vanessa.
“Vanes—!”
“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Before I could even finish her name, Vanessa let out a scream-like moan, like an animal in heat, and her whole body convulsed.
She moved so violently that my own body was thrown around as she finally reached her climax.
And that wasn't the end of it.
Vanessa, who had climaxed with her face buried in my chest, was apparently still not satisfied.
She suddenly shot upright.
Since I was still holding her breast when she sat up, her top ripped apart against my arm with a series of sharp tears.
But Vanessa paid it no mind and began tearing at my clothes with her sharp claws.
“Whoa?! Hey! Hey! Calm down!”
No matter what I said, it was useless.
Her eyes were completely glazed over with lust.
Well, I suppose she would be this worked up, having been brought to the brink by my Saint's Touch only to be forced to hold it in.
It must have been far more agonizing for her than it was for me. It wouldn't be strange for her to go crazy.
I get it, but if we let things go on like this, think about what'll happen later!
I'm not holding back because I'm a eunuch, you know!
Of course, such reasoning had no effect on the current Vanessa.
After tearing my shirt and the front of my pants to shreds, she grabbed my stiffened member.
Then, she lifted her hips to put it right into her… but she couldn't.
My fingers were blocking the entrance to her pussy.
I put all my strength into the arm supporting her, desperately holding her lower body up as I spoke.
“Hey! Calm down! Are you going to betray Diana?!”
My pleas had been utterly useless on Vanessa, but at the mention of Diana's name, she froze.
“That’s right. Think of Diana. How sad would she be if we did it again? I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, so just calm down.”
With that, I used Saint's Touch and began moving my hands on her breasts and in her pussy again.
Right. The only reason I can touch Vanessa like this without any guilt is because…
“Hnngh!”
Vanessa’s body twitched, and in that opening, I switched our positions so she was on the bottom.
“See? Feels good, right? Huh? How is it? Hmm?”
“Hnngh! It’s… Hnngh! Nngghh!”
With her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging open, Vanessa cried out, completely undone in a way that was unimaginable from her usual self.
“Haah! Haah! Haah! Haaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
And then, she climaxed magnificently once more, spewing her juices from her pussy.