Against the Current (2)
The moment Pirel staggered and leaned against me, I managed to claw back a shred of the will that had nearly collapsed on the deck—the will that had almost made me strip right there and start seducing the sailors.
“Mmm… I heard that on ships sailing the open sea, they mix a little alcohol into the drinking water to keep it from spoiling. At least that’s how it was on Earth… and it looks like they do the same here.”
Still, this wasn’t an ocean-going vessel. It only traveled up and down the river. If they needed water, they could just send a few crewmen ashore. There was no real need to make the supply last that long. Maybe they were simply trying to cut costs as much as possible.
“W-what… so I’m drunk right now…?”
“It would seem so.”
It was probably her first time experiencing intoxication in that tiny body. No wonder she was flustered. She might have drunk fermented bread yeast before, but she would never have gotten drunk off such a low-proof drink.
Watching Pirel struggle, I pulled myself together.
…Right now, I’m her guardian. I can’t give in to such pathetic lust…
The alcohol had risen in me too, so I wasn’t exactly in peak condition, but I was still able to support the swaying Pirel.
Ignoring the heat burning through my body and the growing wetness between my thighs, I took her hand and led her toward the cabin. We needed to get out of sight of the sturdy sailors as quickly as possible.
Pirel collapsed onto the hammock in the cabin and fell fast asleep. I sat on a small chair and simply watched her.
If even turning back time couldn’t completely eradicate the corruption of the gods beyond, then the seed of corruption had been planted in Pirel as well. Unlike me, it hadn’t manifested again… yet.
I wondered whether the dulling of her mind and the loss of self-control from the alcohol might cause the suppressed demonic energy to bloom. That was why I kept watching her… but there was no sign of it. That was a relief. It meant I wouldn’t have to see my mother moaning in unbearable memories once more.
Then…
Ugh…
Once again, carnal desire reared its head.
I… I have to endure…
I rose from the chair on unsteady legs. Before I knew it, I was walking toward Pirel.
It was the alcohol’s fault, but the sight of the peacefully sleeping girl filled my vision. Every time she drew a delicate breath, her small chest rose and fell, tickling the edge of my sight.
Without thinking, I touched my own chest. It was a little soft, enough to be called breasts, but so small it seemed like nothing more than a vestigial trace. I must have inherited it from my mother.
So cute…
I gently pressed my nose against Pirel’s tiny face. The soft texture of a girl’s skin, like silk, tickled the tip of my nose.
I lightly kissed her smooth forehead, free of any blemish.
So smooth.
I gave a gentle kiss to her peach-colored, soft cheek.
So squishy.
As I gazed at the sleeping Pirel… I began to fantasize.
I want to strip her clothes off and press our bare bodies together.
It was an impulse fueled by drink, but I hadn’t lost myself completely. My reason remained. I knew how ridiculous, how dangerous, how filthy these thoughts were.
But…
I’ll cast a deep sleep spell that won’t break until morning,
Sticky fluid was already leaking from between my legs, trickling down my thighs.
While mercilessly stirring that pure little mouth with my tongue,
My hand moved between my legs without my permission.
I want to press against that slightly parted, shameful slit… and rub against her until we both drown in sweat, until the sun rises…
My knees gave out and I collapsed. I yanked my underwear down and flung it aside.
“Pirel… Pirel, Pirel… Pirel…”
Whispering my mother’s name, I sat with my legs spread wide right in front of her sleeping form.
With a face melted into obscenity, I began to masturbate.
And only a few seconds later, the cabin—previously filled with nothing but the creak of wood and the gentle lap of water—was flooded with wet, filthy sounds.
“Mmm… ha, ugh… ah♡ mmmph… ugh, ngh…”
Love juices overflowed from my pussy, which had already been completely ready. There was so much that it dripped onto the cabin floor.
I was lusting after my own mother like this.
It was wrong. Wrong… this couldn’t be right, it was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong… There was no way a single drink could do this. Had my contact with that cult left irreparable scars on my mind after all?
But that didn’t matter right now.
One hand stirred inside my vagina while the other greedily rubbed my clitoris. Such crude stimulation should have hurt or stung, but my senses, already devoured by desire, felt only pleasure magnified dozens of times over.
“Ngh… ugh, uuuugh…!!! Th-this… al-already?!?!”
With a lewd pshh sound, I squirted like a fountain. I stared at it with dazed eyes. The floor of the cabin, lit by the faint magical light I had conjured, darkened as it soaked through.
As if in a trance, I pulled out the fingers that had been inside me and licked them.
…The scent of butter…
It’s just secretions. There’s no way it could smell like butter…
It wasn’t a real smell. It was some strange hypnotic talent that affected the part of the mind responsible for scent.
Having reached climax so quickly, a sliver of reason and shame returned. I wondered how many men—and occasionally women—had been drawn to this fragrant bread-like scent.
What kind of cheat ability is this even for?
I let out a small sigh and looked at Pirel’s face again. That innocent face that showed no trace of having been stained by demonic energy or the tentacles of shadow.
To get so excited while looking at a child like this, to masturbate, to cum with my mouth hanging open… It was shameful. And yet…
That very shame made me aroused once more.
I…
Yes. I started masturbating again. This time I pressed my face close enough to smell her girlish scent, sniffing greedily.
With my mother right in front of me, I uselessly tried to muffle my voice with one hand so I wouldn’t wake her.
“Hehe… mmm, ngh… mmph… ugh… haha♡ ah, ngh… Pirel, Pirel… M-mommy, mommy…”
Squelch, squelch, squish, squish, splurt, twitch, twitch. The utterly lewd sounds and movements shook the cabin. I was mentally devouring the innocent sleeping girl.
My expression must have been hideous…
Creak.
A deep male voice rang out from behind me.
“Ngh, ugh… u-uh…?”
With a stupid expression, I turned my head to look at the intruder. The captain…?
“Um… this, I-I’m terribly sorry… miss… heh heh…”
I stared at the middle-aged, sturdy sailor who clearly had no idea how to react. Still in that vulgar position with my legs spread wide, I could only moan.
“Uh… eh, ah… u-uaa… aah… th-that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, th-that is…”
Shame, embarrassment, fear, terror, and a storm of clashing emotions burned away what remained of my reason. I blurted out nonsense to the captain.
…And what I said was this:
Please gang-rape me in the crew’s quarters tonight.
The rope’s knots creaked. The rope swayed with the motion of the ship, occasionally giving an unpleasant grinding sensation that traveled through my entire body.
I was…
Hanging.
Completely naked.
From the ceiling of the wide, smelly, dark crew quarters below the waterline where the off-duty sailors slept.
“Ugh… ngh, hehe… heuugh… brph… chuup… ah♡”
My wrists and ankles were all bound together, tied with a thick rope. It hurt a little since my entire weight was supported only by my bound limbs, but at least my slender body was light. That was something to be grateful for.
“First time in my life I’ve had a passenger beg to be fucked. Are all mages this twisted, miss?”
“That aside, for a mage she’s insanely good at this. With a body that looks like a child’s at first glance.”
“Mmph… uup, uuup… chuuuup, slurp… ahihihye…”
The request I had made to the captain after being caught masturbating had been simple.
…Please let the off-duty sailors rape me all night in their quarters.
The captain had been so shocked he couldn’t even respond properly.
Of course he was. No sane passenger would make such a deranged demand.
But I had been desperate.
If I stayed in that cabin any longer, I was afraid I would lose control and rape Pirel.
And I was terrified that dark tentacles would suddenly burst out of me and violate her, corrupting my precious mother into the form of an ‘angel.’
Gathering the last of my willpower, I had begged.
I told them it would be nice for the sailors to have a chance to hold a woman, and that I would take full responsibility.
…And so I ended up like this.
Even the way I was tied and dangling had been part of my request.
In this state, I wouldn’t lose my mind and return to the cabin to touch Pirel… and I could savor the thrilling sensation of abuse that ordinary prostitution could never provide.
“Mmph… ubp, bph… ughp… mmh, chuuuup, chuup…”
My mouth was plugged with a cock like a gag, and my pussy was fulfilling its role as a hole for a man’s symbol. The sailors lined up waiting for their turn.
The only regret was that only my front and back holes could be used.
In this position I couldn’t stroke them with my hands, nor could I gently rub their cocks with my soles or toes. I loved the feeling of flailing helplessly while taking five or six men at once, completely degraded to the bottom.
Well, I can’t have everything… ugh♡ ehehe, I’m cumming again…
“Brph!?! Hehe… mmph, brguuugh… hgk… cough, cough…”
Having cum spectacularly, my breathing was ragged. I coughed while still biting down on the man’s hard cock. Below, I kept dripping squirt with lewd wet sounds.
“Hehe… thank… youuuu… for… using… meee…”
The sailor who had been using my mouth panicked at my coughing and pulled his cock out. I somehow moved my tangled tongue to seduce him, begging him to use my mouth again.
“S-so… p-please… put it back in… more… please… hgk?!”
How many men could possibly resist this? My mouth was plugged once more, and I began making only beastly moans.
Ugh… just as I thought… after that… my body’s become strange… so easy… to cum… this can’t be normal…
I had climaxed against my will many times before, but that had been when I was soaked in Zophy’s drugs, or when Rin had scrambled my mind. There had always been a reason.
“Ugh… khup… hehe?! Chuuup… churup… chuuuuuuup. Chok, ehehet… ubp. Mmph… chuuup…”
But now, simply hanging there completely immobilized and being used like trash by men, the pleasure was so intense it felt like my brain cells were burning. Even my melted reason could tell this sensation was abnormal.
Y-yes… the cultists… hehe… what did they do… to my memories… they wounded me… ahha♡
But there were no mutations—no tentacles sprouting inside my vagina to stimulate the cock thrusting into me, no tongue transforming into a tentacle to squeeze the shaft like a hand.
It seemed the corruption only revived with alcohol or sexual stimulation. That was fortunate, all things considered.
When that thought crossed my mind, I felt the two cocks buried in my mouth and pussy reach their limit and begin to throb. I didn’t miss the moment. I shook my hips and moved my tongue, milking them for everything they had.
“Mmph… churup… juuuuuup… gluck… puhaaa… ehehe, that was delicious. Next, please♡”
Haa… I don’t know anymore.
For now…
I’ll just enjoy it.
Buried among the sailors who had finished a hard day’s work on the ship and were now greedily enjoying the woman who had fallen into their hands, I decided to stop thinking about anything complicated.