My entire body was sticky.
I couldn't even tell who was inside me. Yet, the pleasure kept pounding vividly into my head.
Squelch! Splat! Slap!
The sensation of something soft yet firm hitting my body.
As I floundered from the pleasure knocking deep within me, a panting voice reached my ears.
"Ye, yeah... still not as good as the real thing."
It was hazy.
...But somehow, I could tell someone was talking to me and pounding into my waist.
It must be Claire.
She... while knocking against my depths, persistently attacked the spots where I felt it most. That was largely why I couldn't hold onto my sanity.
Suddenly... I recalled what Claire had said while undressing me from behind.
'Ye, yeah... I said I practiced, right...?'
Then... the reason she used the onahole incessantly...
...Was it to practice attacking my weak points?
No, surely not.
...But a corner of my mind floated the thought that it could be possible.
Claire didn't necessarily go around picking fights, but once she started something, she hated losing intensely.
I don't know if that's why... but she did hover around me sometimes.
...How that disposition ended up like this... I'm not really sure either.
But what should I say?
There might have been some lofty purpose requiring the use of Sacred Power, but setting that aside for now...
...Thinking that Claire used the onahole continuously for that purpose. Namely... to practice bringing me to climax more skillfully... felt strange.
Though it didn't suit the current situation, my heart felt a little... warmer, I guess.
"Ngh, ahhk... why is it, it suddenly tightening...?"
"Uhp! Uhb...! Hheuuhp!?"
"I, I'm coming...!"
But I didn't have much time for other thoughts. Someone else, with a panting voice, grabbed my head.
Soon after, I felt essence flowing in, hitting my throat. Unidentifiable essence piled up layer upon layer in my stomach, making it feel heavy.
...It hasn't been that long since I ate.
All mixed up inside... it'll probably just get absorbed into my body.
It's excessive.
I think I've already had enough protein.
...Should I be grateful I'm not throwing it up?
As if using the spurting essence as propulsion, the rod that slipped out of my mouth shook off the residue, splurt, splurt, smearing essence all over my face.
Drooling essence I couldn't swallow in time, as I panted, the sticky liquid dripped down in streams along with its peculiar scent.
Without realizing it, I clenched the hot rods I was holding in both hands, and felt a thump! thump! pulse.
"Ngh...!"
"Ahhk..."
Soon, perhaps due to that stimulation, the rods I was holding throbbed.
Fwoosh!
Hot essence shooting through the air plop-plopped onto my body. The thick liquid, mixed with sweat, warmed my skin.
Then, drrdrdk! Claire's rod, which had been scraping my weak spot, violently spurted out essence. A light flashed, and then thick, hot essence poured out gush-gush-gush, as if it was the first ejaculation.
It came out so much that, even without pulling the rod out, it oozed stickily from the hole.
...My whole body was literally smeared with essence.
It was as if my body had become a playground, bouncing around.
Since I couldn't see anyway, it was just... that image.
As if taking a short break, my floating body was lowered into the bathtub. The slightly cool bathtub now felt warm, and it was slippery from the essence that had flowed down.
Leaning against the bathtub wall, which still held a slight chill, panting, someone plugged a Potion bottle into my mouth.
...I said 'plugged,' but the touch was incredibly gentle.
Since my mouth felt terribly parched, I gulped it down gulp-gulp without even knowing what was going down my throat.
"Hoo... cough! cough!"
The two Potions that entered my mouth.
...Judging by the pleasant taste for easy drinking, I think they might be Potions I made.
If they're recently made ones... then the one that doesn't get excited by Cecil's essence... and the Healing Potion I made in my spare time... maybe?
There's also a possibility they're other Potions made following my habits, but...
'...Wait a minute.'
Suddenly, my vision darkened as if night had fallen. Startled, I opened my eyes and raised my head, and saw a flush of healthy flesh.
...The veins bulging on it were incredibly threatening.
The way it pulsed... looked almost like... someone holding back a lot of anger.
Drip-drip...
Hot liquid poured over my head.
...The identity of the flesh casting a shadow over my face.
It was juice flowing from the tip of Cecil's rod.
"Fi, finally... i, it's Cecil's turn."
...Come to think of it, Cecil only sucked on my breasts and didn't particularly ejaculate or anything.
That means... Cecil has only been watching others ejaculate until now.
"Uu... it's so hard... ah, it hurts."
"Ahh..."
Cecil spoke in a heavily suppressed voice. Saliva went down my throat with a gulp. The taste of the Potion mixed with essence was truly bizarre.
Throb-throb.
Cecil's rod, which had been swaying above my head as if hypnotizing, disappeared, and Cecil's face appeared.
Cecil's face was... deeply flushed.
The face, slightly contorted like someone holding something back... was cute yet pitiful.
"Haa... haa... Asha... nim."
...This wasn't the time for that.
Because now, Cecil's angry twin rods, having been held back so much, were about to enter me.
"Uh, um... wa, wait a sec..."
Thud.
The tip of Cecil's rod, resting on the bathtub floor, hooked into my hole like a grappling hook.
My body trembled shiver-shiver, as if anticipating the pleasure about to be engraved on it.
"Is that thing really going to fit all inside Asha?"
"...So there was a reason you saved it for last."
"If it gets critical, I'll step in."
...I could hear the voices of my companions.
It seemed... no one intended to stop Cecil. Maybe they all thought it should be fair.
There was nowhere to run.
Cecil, with silver hair draped like a curtain, looked at me with a deeply flushed face, smiling, and then...
began fitting his rod into my hole.
Squelch! from the hole already loosened from being stuffed full.
The sound of flesh stretching rang out clamorously.
"Hah, ah, ahh, ah...!?"
"Hauu..."
There was no sign of Cecil fumbling to find the entrance. Skillfully probing the hole, Cecil shoved his rod deep inside me in one go.
It felt like someone was choking my neck, my breath catching in my throat. Was it because the rod was driven to the deepest part in one thrust?
My body was lifted slightly into the air.
"...Huh."
"Wow."
...A pure exclamation of awe came from nearby.
Thinking about it, showing others what I do with Cecil... is pretty much the first time, so... it's understandable they're surprised...
"O, ohhk... hit, uhik...!"
"Asha niim..."
"I, is it okay?"
"...This isn't the first time, so probably... yes."
Bzz—
As Cecil's rod began churning inside me in earnest, the voices of my companions around me grew faint.
They were definitely muttering something... but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Ahak! Hi, hit! Aang! Kkyahuk!?"
"Hek... heek..."
As my mouth, blocked by someone's rod, was freed, the vulgar moans I hadn't been able to utter until now burst out.
A sound like water was heard, and then my slightly lifted body floated completely in the air.
It seemed someone was holding me from behind.
Even amidst this, Cecil shook his hips violently as if exploding what he had been holding back.
As my body was tilted forward, Cecil brought his mouth to mine.
My mouth, washed clean by the Potion, was filled with Cecil's taste. My tongue was ravaged, intertwining with Cecil's tongue, which coiled around like a living thing.
"Hek, heuk... heuk, aang... hiik!? Slurp, churp... slurp."
"Hap, hahm... chup... chuuup..."
Thud! Thud!
While accepting Cecil's rod pounding in like a battering ram trying to break down a castle gate.
I felt a hard sensation in another hole.
"Ah, aang! Wha, churp, what are you, ehik!"
"...Asha keeps tempting me, you know. Making such lewd sounds while your hole twitches like that... isn't it Asha's fault?"
An overly honest voice whispered in my ear.
Before I could utter a word asking what nonsense this was, squelch!
With that sound, a large rod surged into another hole.
Unbearable pleasure poured out all over my body.
Pleasure so intense it made me want to retch.
Thud! K-thud!
Cecil and someone else, pounding into me as if trying to crush me from both sides.
Each time the large rods inside me collided, hitting the same spot, my mind flickered like a switch being pressed.
My mind went blank white... I couldn't think of anything else.
The sound of water again.
Soon... the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh came from all around.
Climax.
Another climax.
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.
Climaxes rushing in endlessly, whether I climaxed or not.
The world spun round and round.
"Ah, Asha niim... I, I'm coming...!"
"Hook... hook..."
For me, it was countless climaxes, but for Cecil, this was his first ejaculation.
Gulp! Gulp!
Cecil spurted essence like a broken faucet.
I even had the illusion that my stomach... was swelling up.
The other hole was the same.
Surely... it was an act that couldn't achieve its purpose... that should have been worthless.
Someone, aiming their rod as if hooking it at the entrance, splurt! sploosh!
As if the sole purpose was to fill me with essence, they ejaculated powerfully.
My mind flickered.
My body was lowered into the bathtub.
Hum, hmm...
I could hear my companions conversing.
Then... I felt a gentle touch.
...But unlike the gentle touch, the actions weren't gentle.
The hands grabbing my pelvis lifted me, spread my legs wide crack, and then...
Grabbing the hole that had been overworked, they began to spread it open.
I was bewildered, not knowing what they intended, but with my body already pushed to climax and spread out like a wrung-out rag,
there was nothing I could do.
"Hit? Het?"
...Except twitch from the pleasure of someone fiddling with my hole while I made stupid sounds.
Author's Note (Afterword)
You know what's coming... right?