“Huff…”
Claire merely rubbed the stiffly erect rod against my nose, as if telling me to take a break, without making any other movements.
Each time the tip brushed against the end of my nose, the intense heat, sticky scent, and Claire’s body scent muddled my mind.
As I exhaled my heated breath, the tip of the rod trembled and spurted sticky juice.
“Ah…”
Soon, Claire’s sweet moan reached my ears. A slightly viscous liquid trickled down, flowing over my lips.
I could feel the tension in my body, which had been seized by an unknown fear and strained to the limit, gradually easing.
No, it wasn’t that the tension eased because I smelled Claire’s rod.
Of course, I couldn’t say her calming body scent had no effect at all.
…But that really wasn’t the only reason. As I gained composure and the situation I thought was a crisis resolved, I finally noticed something else.
While inhaling the scent filling my nostrils, I glanced around.
The group that had been violently assaulting me just moments ago was now watching me with restless expressions.
So, the people who had boldly rushed in when I cried out for them to do it were now gauging my reactions.
Somehow, it gave me chills.
It meant they were responding to every little change in me.
Just a moment ago, because I, who had been tormented to the brink, desired violent pleasure, they gave it to me.
…Though their method and process were a bit extreme.
Anyway, with so many things tangled up, it was impossible to pinpoint exactly what was happening.
But I was certain they didn’t see me merely as something for sexual relief.
It felt similar to when I had jumped to conclusions and hidden in Claudia’s bed.
A sense of relief washed over me, and I could feel my body heating up intensely.
Perhaps my body wasn’t getting excited contrary to its owner’s intentions but had already sensed it instinctively.
Their worry and love, that is.
In short.
The heated atmosphere that had risen because of me was now cooling down because of me.
I could feel my thighs growing damp at the realization that I was toying with them.
…Then it was only right for me to revive that atmosphere again.
As their husband and wife, after all.
Hiding my laughter, I blew a soft breath onto the tip of Claire’s rod.
“Kgh…”
The pained moan was truly sweet.
With the oozing juice smeared on my lips, I pressed my mouth against Claire’s rod. A sticky sound followed as Claire’s rod trembled.
Immediately, I opened my mouth wide and took Claire’s into it.
“Ahk…! A, Asha…”
“Hap… hup…”
Because my wrists were still bound, it was a bit difficult, but I diligently licked it.
The heat I felt on my tongue grew increasingly intense.
Bringing my bound hands to my chest, I pushed Claire’s thing deeper inside.
The smooth yet firm tip stabbed at my throat, and the ridged shaft swept over my tongue.
As I barely managed to breathe through my nose, a strange sound escaped my mouth as air leaked out.
“Schlurp… schlick… schlurp…”
“Ahk… ugh…!”
Swallowing the juice Claire was spurting, I moved my head vigorously. Then, I paused briefly and looked up at Claire.
Claire, her brown eyes hazy, was looking down at me, her hands trembling.
She still seemed uncertain.
I decided to give her certainty.
As I stared a little longer, our eyes met.
Looking into her eyes, I gave her a teasing smile.
The rod in my mouth twitched! and pushed my face back slightly.
“Really, my dear… you’re so fickle.”
“Schlick, schlurp… mmmph.”
“D, don’t smile, that feels really weird…”
Claire let out a sigh-like moan and reached out to grab my head. Then, without hesitation, she pushed! down.
The rod, which had been tickling near my throat, began to violate my throat, crossing the boundary.
“Ugh, ugh, schlick, kgh…!”
“Huu… even if I tell you to stop now… you won’t, will you?”
My consciousness grew hazy.
At the same time, Claire began shaking my head wildly. With schlick! schluck! sounds, Claire’s large, long rod moved back and forth between my throat and mouth.
Each time it stabbed beyond my throat, a dizzying scent rose directly into my nostrils.
It felt as if I were breathing that scent. Though it was far from the suffocating pleasure.
My lower abdomen tightened.
Now, I had no choice but to admit it.
I had vaguely sensed it all along. I just didn’t want to admit it, so I denied it.
…It seemed I really liked it when they treated me this way.
Once I became aware, my mind was painted white with pleasure.
My empty insides tightened, and climax approached. I heard Claire’s voice mixed with laughter.
“…Pervert.”
“Schlurp, schlick, ugh, ugh, ugh…!”
Claire’s movements grew faster.
Then, I sensed someone’s presence behind me, standing awkwardly.
And something hot and large rubbed against my dampened crotch, unmistakably.
…Something this big and thick.
“Mmph… schlick, hrrgh, ugh, kuh-hup…”
“Husband…”
It could only be Cecil.
Then, Claire pressed my head down and spoke in a trembling voice.
“A, not yet… a, it’s not over…”
“But Asha-nim wants it now.”
“Kgh…”
Claire let out a hot sigh and began moving my head again. Cecil, giggling, aligned her swollen tip with my hole.
Schluck!
My insides, prepared long ago, hastily tightened at the sensation.
Then.
Cecil’s rod spread the tightened flesh and slowly… slowly began to push inside.
“Mmph!?”
Honestly, even though I was prepared, it was a bit overwhelming. How long had it been since I last took Cecil’s?
I couldn’t remember well.
Meanwhile, Cecil’s rod continued to push in.
Thump!
The tip of the rod struck the deepest part.
Stars burst before my eyes. My insides tightened at the same time as climax. But that wasn’t the end.
Cecil’s rod, thinking it had struck my end, pressed down on my insides, as if it could go deeper.
“—♡!?”
My body trembled violently.
I couldn’t regain my senses from the feeling of my insides being pressed down after so long.
I felt my knees, which had been pressing against the bedsheet, float into the air. I couldn’t maintain my posture. My body, feeling weightless, thrashed uncontrollably.
A precarious position floating in the air.
That position, which seemed like someone might get hurt, soon began to stabilize. Something was supporting my body.
…Probably Ariel-nim’s spirits.
My hands, neatly gathered at my chest, were now pressed against my stomach.
Cecil whispered.
“I’m going to move… husband…”
Along with the whisper, Cecil’s rod began to pull out, scraping! my insides. Had it all come out? I thought, as Cecil’s rod continued to withdraw.
But I had no leisure for such idle thoughts.
…Because Claire was still violating my throat.
My body, having climaxed from the sensation of withdrawal, slumped limply.
As if breathing life into it.
Cecil’s rod pierced! through my body again. Then, my back straightened, and sensations awakened throughout my body, making me scream.
I could feel Cecil’s rod pounding inside me through my arms and hands pressed against my stomach.
As I fidgeted with my bulging stomach, Cecil moaned and laughed.
Claire, as if refusing to lose, roughly violated my throat.
In that suffocating situation, I climaxed and trembled.
…From a distance, it might seem bizarre.
But I was happy.
Splurt! Sploosh!
Claire was the first to finish.
As I felt the trembling rod on my tongue, sticky, hot liquid began pouring into my throat.
I tried to gulp! gulp! it down, but the rod pounding! pounding! inside me from below made it difficult to swallow properly.
Eventually, the essence I couldn’t swallow leaked out of my mouth. By then, Claire also pulled out her rod, considerate of me.
“Cough! Co, hee!? Ah, aah, haah, ugh…”
The vacated space was filled with regurgitated essence. My mouth was drenched with my saliva and the liquid Claire had spurted.
Each time Cecil shook her hips, they splattered onto the bed.
Even though Claire let go, I didn’t fall to the floor.
Thanks to the spirits supporting my body.
Claire, lowering herself, met my eyes and began wiping the corners of my mouth with her clothes.
“O, oh, oh, ohk…!”
“Hu, husband…”
I stuck out my tongue and moaned at the pleasure of my insides being pressed down. Claire, having cleaned my mouth, kissed me without hesitation.
At the same time as the kiss, Cecil’s rod trembled and poured essence inside me.
I could feel my stomach swelling. The arms and hands pressed against my stomach were gradually pushed away.
A bizarre sensation spread on my tongue. The mixed liquids, like a cocktail, tangled with my soft tongue.
Tears welled in my eyes, and bubbles formed in my nose, though I didn’t know why.
As Cecil slowly pulled out her rod after finishing, my insides were scraped! as if they might come out with it.
“Ugh, ugh…!”
Claire grabbed both my cheeks and pushed her tongue deeper inside.
Gulp! Gulp!
As Cecil’s rod popped! out, essence was expelled as if I were urinating.
…It felt like I was finishing, too.
Soon after, Cecil, having pulled out her rod, hugged me from behind.
“Husband… did it feel good?”
At Cecil’s whisper, Claire also pulled away and asked.
“Dear, did it feel good?”
With my tongue hanging out, I gasped for breath and spoke.
“U, ugh…”
Then, the two smiled happily.
Still gasping for breath, I asked Claire.
“Why… did you kiss me all of a sudden?”
“Huh? Do I need a reason? I did it because I wanted to.”
“I, it’s not that you need a reason… but… didn’t it feel a bit gross?”
Claire, blinking, chuckled and replied.
“Wouldn’t it be a bit unfair to feed you and then refuse to kiss you?”
“I, is that so?”
“I can kiss too!”
As I buried my head, feeling strange, I heard the voices of the others.
“…If you two do that, we’ll look like the bad ones.”
“I, I can kiss too, you know?!”
“If it’s you, I believe you’ll understand my feelings, so I won’t add anything more.”
“Pfft…”
I laughed.
“Hey, everyone? I haven’t had a turn yet, you know?”
“…You had plenty last time.”
“Shouldn’t you endure a bit more?”
“Isn’t this… a bit unfair? I’m pretty sure I got married today too…”
At Claudia’s grumbling, laughter finally burst out.
“Pfft…”
At the sound of my laughter, their voices fell silent.
Soon, voices followed one after another.
“It seems our husband still has plenty of energy to spare.”
“…I worried for nothing.”
“…I was gentle.”
“Hehe… husband.”
“My dear seems to need a bit more spirit. Should I pray?”
“…Our husband should’ve been born as a Beastfolk, shouldn’t he?”
Along with the voices, Cecil, who had been clinging to me, pulled away, and my body, facing downward, was flipped upward.
I saw their faces looking down at me.
My body trembled at the complex emotions in their eyes.
In their affectionate eyes, I felt the reality of being loved.
In their eyes filled with deep desire, I felt the reality of being wanted.
Soon, I anticipated what would happen next.
…My back wouldn’t survive, but.
That, too, was something I had to endure.
I smiled faintly and opened my mouth.
“…I love you. All of you.”
Then, without exception, they all blinked.
‘…Had I never said I love you before?’
Why are they so surprised?
Soon, someone’s voice, having regained composure, reached my ears.
“Ha, I really can’t hold back.”
What followed afterward, I think, needs no explanation.
The genius girl alchemist’s back is—
Author’s Note (Afterword)
The main story has ended.
Is the serialization over? Probably not.
Since stories of daily life (?) will continue, I’ll likely keep serializing for a while, right?
I’m a bit cautious about IF side stories.
They feel quite different in tone from the main story. That’s why they’re IF side stories, but… (though it doesn’t change that Asha gets penetrated by a futanari).
Anyway!
See you next Monday. Yes.