The Point of No Return
"Haaang!"
Eleanor's pitiful voice rang out.
Her mouth could no longer form proper words, releasing only unintelligible moans.
"Haa... uhhng... K-Kae... l... huuu...!"
The face that had tried so hard to smile playfully just moments ago was now completely melted with pleasure. Her green eyes had lost their focus, lips parted halfway. Hot breaths spilled from between them.
"Oh dear," Oscar chuckled slyly.
"Miss Eleanor. What did you just say?"
"Huuu... I don't know... I don't know..."
"You don't know? It sounded like you were trying to say something."
Oscar deliberately lowered his head as if to peer into her face.
"Or have you forgotten how to speak because it feels too good?"
"N-no... uhhng... that's not..."
When Oscar paused his movements for a moment, Eleanor seemed to regain a sliver of composure and moved her lips.
"I-it's not... like that..."
But her words never reached their end. The moment Oscar thrust his hips forward again in a deep, grinding motion, Eleanor's body shook violently on the bed.
Squish!
Spluuurt!
"Ughhh...! Haaueee...!"
From my position, Oscar's body blocked half the view, so I couldn't see exactly what was happening. All I could make out was the way his waist seemed to drive into her, the way Eleanor's body jolted on the bed with every thrust, and the sobbing moans spilling from her lips.
It's not that, I repeated in my head.
Madam and Oscar had both said they wouldn't cross any lines she didn't want. But even if my mind tried to believe that, the scene before my eyes looked entirely different. It looked as if Oscar was truly fucking Eleanor without restraint. Penetrating the deepest parts of her that only I had ever known.
Just the thought of it twisted something savage inside my chest.
I stared blankly at Eleanor's face.
The Eleanor I knew was always intelligent. She would smile playfully, tease me lightly, yet never lose control of the situation. Even in crisis she kept a step of composure, the kind of person who could make calm, precise judgments when it mattered most.
Yet now that same woman wore an expression that suggested she couldn't think at all. Her green eyes were hazy and unfocused, her lips parted as she panted hotly. The fresh, vibrant smile I had loved was gone.
That face should have been for me alone. It was the expression she only showed when she crumbled in my arms, crying out my name. But now she was falling apart in front of another man. A mere fat, middle-aged stranger. A man with whom she shared no memories, no promises, no love.
The realization burned my mind white-hot. It felt like my chest was being torn apart. And yet I could not look away.
I clenched my teeth until they creaked. My nails dug into my palms.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Every time Oscar snapped his hips, fluids splashed from where their bodies met.
"Uhhng!! Ahh... ahhng... stop...!!"
"As I said before, if you don't speak clearly I won't understand. Hup!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Haang! Haang! Haang!"
Her body rocked back and forth, the breast Oscar wasn't holding swaying like waves. I held my breath as I watched.
Had he really put it in? Oscar's body hid the exact point of contact. All I could see was his waist driving toward her, her body jolting violently on the bed, and the wet sounds filling the room.
Smack! Smack!
Each one of those sounds sliced through my skull.
"Ah...!"
Then, past Oscar's body, I caught a brief glimpse of a white towel and the cock beneath it. I carefully shifted sideways for a better angle. Only then did I realize he hadn't actually penetrated her. His shaft was simply sliding back and forth over her drenched mound, relentlessly rubbing between her pussy and lower belly.
"Haaahng...! Th-that... uhhng...!"
"That? What exactly?"
Oscar asked with feigned innocence.
"You have to be precise or I won't understand, will I?"
"Uuu...!"
Eleanor bit her lip, eyes glistening with tears. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead she turned her head and looked at me with wet, pleading eyes.
"Kael... uhhng... haaaang!!"
Oscar's cock pressed firmly against her clit once more. I unconsciously felt a wave of relief. Not yet. The final line still hadn't been crossed. The moment that thought surfaced, self-loathing crashed over me immediately.
What the hell am I thinking?
Eleanor was being crushed beneath a stranger's body, unable to speak properly, and all I could cling to was the fact that he hadn't put it inside her. As if that single detail made everything okay.
Even without penetration, the bare flesh of her soft thighs was slapping against his. A place no one else had ever touched, ever reached... And right now she was looking at me, begging me to say something.
My chest twisted violently. The dark desire writhing deep inside me surged.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails drew blood.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Alright. Shall we begin again, Lady Lucrezia?"
"Haat...! So suddenly...!!"
Gareth, having caught his breath, now thrust powerfully, driving his fingers deep into Lucrezia's pussy.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Haaang! Uhhng! Haaa!!"
"Haang! Uhhng! Haat! Huaaang!"
Wet sounds and feminine moans echoed from both sides of me.
"Let's see how long you can last!"
"I'll thrust even faster for you, Miss Eleanor!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The two men's movements grew increasingly fierce. When Gareth's fingers sank deep into Lucrezia, she could no longer hold back. She buried her face in his neck, mouth open, reduced to nothing but moans. Eleanor trembled violently each time Oscar ground his cock against her swollen clit.
The two lovers who had been holding my hands were now being ravished in the arms of unknown men. And as I watched them, I comforted myself with the thought that they hadn't truly been penetrated, my own cock rock-hard and leaking precum in a steady stream.
"Khh..."
A groan escaped me before I could stop it. My cock had swollen beyond its limits, twitching desperately as if begging to release the overwhelming lust boiling inside me.
I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to stroke my cock furiously while watching Lucrezia's pussy get fingered and rubbed. I wanted to spill every last filthy desire as I watched the women I loved being broken before my eyes!!!
But the moment I did, I felt everything would collapse. Our relationship, our love, our future, everything would pour out along with my cum.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Huuu... I'm... I'm going to... Kael... stop...! Huaang! Haah!"
"Miss Eleanor, are you trying to run away?"
"Haat! Hah! Hah! Nngh! Nngh...! Don't press so hard...!!"
Grind! Smack! Grind! Smack!
"Huegh...! Huuuooook!!!"
Eleanor begged me to make it stop.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"My, my. Earlier you were clamping down so tightly on just one finger that you wouldn't let go. Now you can take three? What a lewd little cunt you have...!"
"Haa...! Haang! Don't scratch... meee! Haang! Haaat!!"
"Lady Lucrezia, aren't you disappointed? If fingers aren't enough, just say the word. I'll fill this hot little pussy properly."
"Haang! Haang! Haat! Huuung! Huuuu...!"
The wet sounds and moans grew louder, approaching their limit. Lucrezia's low, suppressed breaths. Eleanor's pitifully crumbling voice. The way their bodies shook on the beds every time the two men deliberately performed for me. I couldn't even breathe properly as I watched.
"Huuuung...!"
Eleanor reached her limit first. She twitched her fingers as if trying to reach for me, but couldn't. She simply clutched the sheets, thighs squeezing together, body trembling violently.
"Kael... Kael..."
Her voice calling my name sounded closer to sobbing. But even that sob never formed proper words. Soon Lucrezia's body began to shake as well. The woman who would normally have held onto her reason until the very end now bit her lip, back rigid. Her blue eyes were hazy, shoulders quivering.
"Kael..."
She called my name too. But no more words followed. The two of them collapsed almost simultaneously. The breaths they'd been holding burst out, their bodies trembling before sinking limply onto the beds.
For a while, only rough breathing filled the room.
Squeeze! Squelch!
"Haa..."
The men occasionally stroked the women's bodies, savoring their lingering reactions with satisfied smiles.
"Hehe. Already finished, Miss Eleanor?"
Oscar rose first. He smiled slyly and gently brushed Eleanor's disheveled hair aside.
"The massage must have felt quite good. You're very relaxed now."
Gareth also stepped back from Lucrezia. Unlike his earlier aggressive demeanor, his face had returned to its original polite expression.
"The same goes for you, Lady Lucrezia. It seems the massage has loosened all those tense muscles."
"Haa... haa..."
Neither Lucrezia nor Eleanor could respond. Both lay exhausted on the beds. Then Oscar turned to me.
"Sir."
I lifted my head at his voice.
"Would you like to inspect the results?"
"...Of what?"
My voice was horribly hoarse. Instead of answering, Oscar carefully turned Eleanor over so she was face-down with her ass raised toward me. Gareth did the same with Lucrezia. Both women now lay limply, turned in my direction.
I swallowed hard. Their bodies were still trembling. Thin breaths continued to slip from their lips as the sensations from before refused to fade.
"Haa..."
"Please, inspect them. See how perfectly our massage has relaxed their bodies."
The two men raised their index fingers and slowly brought them to the women's clits. After all that teasing and climaxing, their clits were visibly swollen and flushed bright red.
And then—
Flick!
The moment their fingers snapped against those swollen buds...
Spluuuurt!
Spluuuurt!
"Haaaaaaaang!!!"
A literal flood of love juices poured from between Lucrezia's and Eleanor's legs like a waterfall.
Slap!
"Ugh!"
When Oscar playfully smacked Eleanor's ass, she let out another powerful moan and gushed again.
"My, my... look at the mess you've made of the floor. Sir, it must be exhausting looking after such lewd women."
Oscar grinned as he slapped Eleanor's ass several more times.
Slap!
"Especially..."
Slap!
"With a pussy this wet..."
Slap!
"Huaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Oh? This expression is even more entertaining than before. Would you like to see, sir?"
Oscar looked at Eleanor's face as she lay face-down and chuckled. I couldn't answer him. If I saw her face broken even further by pleasure, I knew it would never leave my mind.
That beautiful face replaced by one twisted in obscene ecstasy...
"Ugh..."
My cock twitched again.
"If you don't want to look, that's a shame, but..."
Oscar clicked his tongue at my hesitation, as if truly disappointed.
"Well then, sir. Our prepared massage session has now concluded."
"..."
"Would you like us to continue?"
Continue...?
Gulp.
Swallowing felt like fire sliding down my throat. What more could they possibly do?
"Sir?"
"Uh..."
"Sir...?"
Beeeeep—
A strange ringing filled my head. My mind grew hazy.
"Sir? Sir...?"
Oscar smiled at me. He slowly approached, placed his hands on my shoulders, and guided me back into the chair.
"Don't worry. Just say the word and we'll stop anytime."
"Stop...?"
I asked blankly.
"What do you..."
My voice sounded strangely distant. My lips were moving, yet the words didn't feel like my own.
Only then did I notice the thin smoke filling the room. A faint pink haze had settled over everything. It was coming from the small brazier Oscar had placed earlier—the one supposedly meant to help with relaxation. With every breath, the sweet, strange fragrance seeped into my lungs.
My head grew heavy. Thoughts slowed down. The scene before my eyes began to blur with the fantasies inside my mind.
Was I really seeing this? Or was the smoke making me hallucinate? The question flickered through my mind but didn't stay long.
Oscar didn't answer. He simply smiled and turned to Gareth. The two men turned their backs to me and whispered in low voices. I couldn't hear what they were saying. A strange ringing still filled my ears.
Hummmm—
The lights blurred. The folds of the curtains rippled like they were underwater. I blinked. But my blurred vision didn't clear. Meanwhile, Oscar and Gareth approached their respective beds. They leaned down toward Lucrezia and Eleanor, who still lay face-down, breathing shallowly.
The two women, unable to move a single finger properly, seemed still lost in the afterglow.
Oscar whispered something into Eleanor's ear. Gareth spoke quietly to Lucrezia as well.
The sweet scent brushed my nose again. I sat in the chair, simply watching. Like someone waiting for something. Like someone who already knew what would happen next but still wanted to see it with his own eyes. The moment that thought occurred to me, a chill ran down my spine.
No.
I didn't want this. Even as I thought that, my eyes refused to look away. Then Oscar raised his head. He gave me a very brief smile. He grabbed the curtain that had been pulled aside beside the bed. Gareth did the same. Both men drew the curtains at the same time.
Swish... swish...
The thin fabric descended, enclosing the beds. My view was cut off. Lucrezia and Eleanor became nothing but hazy silhouettes. Only their outlines faintly trembled between the pink smoke and the thin curtains. For a while, no sound came from beyond the curtains. Or rather, only the faintest breathing could be heard.
"Haa..."
"Huu..."
Even those short breaths told me the two women were still there. I bit my lip. I had to tell them to stop. To end it here. That this was enough. That it couldn't go any further. But no voice came out. My throat felt parched; I couldn't speak.
Then—
Thud.
Something fell beneath the curtain. I reflexively looked down.
It was a white towel. The same one that had been wrapped around the men's waists. It had slipped out from under the curtain and fallen to the floor.
"..."
My breath stopped. A similar sound came from the other side.
Thud.
A second towel fell to the floor. My mind went completely blank. The curtains remained closed. All I could see were hazy silhouettes.
My fingertips trembled. The pink smoke still filled the room, and from beyond the curtains came the faintest breathing once more.
Squelch... squelch...
Obscene wet sounds began. It sounded like something drenched was being rubbed.
"Whoa! It's insanely hot."
"I've wanted to fuck them so badly this whole time..."
The men let out groans of satisfaction. I could see the hazy outlines of the men overlapping with the women's silhouettes.
"Then..."
"I'll fuck you properly now, you whore."
"I'll thoroughly loosen up the inside of your body too, Miss Eleanor."
Sluuuuurp! Smack!
"Oooohk!"
"Huuuooohk!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The room filled with the sound of sticky friction. Flesh slapping against flesh, fluids splashing...
The silhouettes beyond the curtain shook violently. The shadows cast by the light would pull back, then thrust forward again. Each time, the other shadow on the bed would tremble in response.
Slap!
This time the sound was sharper. Along with the sound of skin being struck, their unrestrained moans burst out. Now that the curtains hid them, it was as if all restraint had been released. They no longer held back their voices.
"Haaang...!"
"Huaaang...!"
These were no longer short, suppressed moans. It was as if the last shred of dignity holding them back had snapped. Their voices began to fill the entire room. As if they wanted me to hear. Or perhaps they had stopped caring about me altogether. In this space where the bothersome spectator had been removed, they could focus solely on the men before them...
I clenched my teeth. There was only one thin curtain between us. Yet that single sheet of fabric made them feel like they existed in an entirely different world, one step removed from me. From beneath the curtain, love juices slowly trickled down the bed legs.
Drip... drip...
The droplets glistened in the light where they fell on the floor.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Haahk! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!"
"Khhng! Of all the women I've fucked, this is the tightest grip I've ever felt...!"
"Uhhng! No... stop! Stop it! Haaahk! Hah!"
"Lucrezia! Why don't you just work here? Your pussy grips my cock so perfectly. You've got real talent."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ugh! Ngh! Ngh!"
"There, there, Miss Eleanor. Breathe. Just breathe. How sensitive must your insides be to react like this after only a little thrusting? If I were to bury myself to the root..."
Smaaaack!
"Ughhhhhhhhhk!"
Spluuuuuuurt!
"Hah, what an amusing face."
Stop...
I was screaming it inside. Stop humiliating them...
The wildly shaking silhouettes beyond the curtain. The degrading words the two men used to insult them. Everything tangled together, eroding my mind. I sat frozen in the chair, unable to move.
I had to tell them to stop. That this was enough. That we'd reached the limit. But my lips wouldn't move. I could only stare at the hazy curtain before me.
"Oh my... at this rate we'll be able to wring her completely dry?"
The voice was familiar.
"Ah... you are...?"
"Has your brain melted already?"
I blinked. Only then did I remember who the woman in front of me was.
Lumencia.
The very person who had sent us here!
Squeeze!
"Khhk..."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You tricked me!!"
Even as I strangled her, Lumencia smiled and lowered her gaze. I unconsciously followed her eyes downward. There, my cock stood grotesquely swollen, dark red and hideous.
Was this really mine? The veins pulsing along its length looked ready to burst. Its thickness and size were nothing like what I remembered.
Stroke!
"Uhhng!"
Lumencia's hand wrapped around my cock. The moment her cool, soft touch made contact, the strength left my fingers that had been choking her.
Slap...! Slap...!
She began slowly stroking me up and down. The intense pleasure made me slump back against the chair.
"How does it feel...? This is the desire inside you..."
"Inside me...?"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"You pathetic boy! These tits are so fucking juicy!!"
"Nooooo! Don't bite... don't bite them...! Huuuk! Ngh! Kaeel, uhhk! It's Kael's... haaaaaang!"
"It's a shame no milk is coming out, but don't worry. I'll pump you so deep you'll produce plenty."
"Aang! Nooooo! No!! Haaang! Haahk! Haang! Haahk!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Lucrezia. From now on you're just a whore working here. Understand? Every day you'll spread your legs for the mercenaries, merchants, nobles, and even the beggars on the street who pay. You'll let them suck your tits and fuck your throat."
"Huuuk! Uhhng! No... I'm... from Roenheim... haaaang!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Do you see, Kael? This is what you wanted. This is the desire inside you."
"No... I..."
"Really? Then why is your cock so hard?"
"Th-that's..."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Take the seed of this middle-aged male whore!"
"Hauk... haaaaaang!!"
Spluuuurt!
"Lucrezia. No, from now on you're Lucy. Lucy, the whore who'll sell her body here for the rest of her life! As your first customer, I'll fill you up nice and thick!"
"Haahk! Ooh! Oohk! Ooooohk! Ka... oooohk!!!"
Spluuurt!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Now... listen to your lovers' moans as they cum and cum with them, Kael."
"Haa... haa...! Haaa!!!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Cum... just cum already, Kael!"
"Khhhhhhhhk!!"
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Haa..."
I stared blankly at my cock. Or rather, at Lumencia holding a small container to the tip, collecting my semen. Her eyes were fixed only on the cum flowing into the container. It was so dark red and cloudy that it hardly looked like human semen. It seemed more like a corrupted mass of magical energy than simple bodily fluid.
"Haa..."
The violent ejaculation left my mind drifting. My body felt languid. Everything became exhausting. As my increasingly heavy eyelids slowly closed, I took one last look toward where they were.
The rough silhouettes moving beyond the white curtain...
Ah...
Now it was truly all over.