8279-chapter-1-part-6
“Hmm… The inside is completely red and dark, it’s hard to see clearly. But I can tell that there’s fl*id leaking out. Could it be that this is your preference, Hena?”
The fl*id’s leaking out? It couldn’t be. Despite feeling pain from the violent insertion, an odd pl*asure was also undeniable, intensifying whenever he spoke or breathed onto my lower body. Regardless, it couldn’t be…
Even though it was a dream, in the midst of all this pain, strange desires were being formed. A fleeting wish for him, who was currently peering into the hole, to lean in and ease the pain with a soft lick. A wish for a gentle tongue to wrap around and lift the swollen flesh, mitigating the pain.
I even had self-deprecating thoughts about my level of perversion.
At that moment, a window suddenly flashed before my eyes.
[??·Sub-mission 1 ??·]
Experience org*sm as you are interrogated!
? Reward: Increase in Karzan’s favorability by +2, failure results in -5
? Deadline: Until the interrogation ends
? If the favorability of NPCs increases, they might become your allies.
Conversely, if the favorability decreases, they will pursue you to the ends of hell and hinder your progress.
Will you accept?
When I read what it was, it seemed absurd. Asking me to experience org*sm in such a torturous situation? And if the favorability decreases, they’ll pursue me and hinder my progress? What kind of nonsense is this?
Not only has my sacred game turned into an adult-rated one, but I couldn’t believe they would present such a ridiculous mission.
My enthusiasm quickly faded, and I considered choosing “No.” However, there wasn’t a viable option to press. The mission window disappeared effortlessly, leaving only the question. Is this the famous Catch-22? [1]
“Ugh!”
At that moment, Karzan spread his fingers inside the hole, causing a vivid friction that expanded the passage vertically, which made it difficult to distinguish dream from the reality.
“Y-Your Excellency… G-Gently…!”
Dazed and confused, I cried out in distress, forgetting whether it was a dream or reality. This is absurd.
“Do you have enough presence of mind to ask for gentleness but not enough to reveal the mastermind behind all this?”
“No. I’m just a wretched soul trapped in this unfortunate place…!”
“Hmm.”
The Duke responded with silence to my plea. Then, he slowly withdrew his finger. As the long pillars slid out, my senses were overwhelmed by a void creeping into my abdomen. Emptiness soon turned into fear.
Releasing the restraints, he let out a dry smile and grasped both of my ankles. He then placed my legs in an open M-shape, supported by the armrests of the chair.
The swollen cl*t and twitching passage became even more prominent. The Archduke leisurely observed the depths of my p*ssy with a satisfied expression.
“I can’t offer gentleness, but…”
With a whoosh, he inserted his fingers into my p*ssy again. The tightly clenched cavity gave way helplessly under the swift violation. Effortlessly penetrating me, he began to thrust relentlessly upto my belly.
“No, no… don’t… ah…!!”
The lush inner wall welcomed his two fingers, expanding to an unprecedented width. Its expansion was followed by a rough piston-like action that tore through my insides. Squelch-squelch-squelch, the pliable inner flesh was yanked and squashed, leaving me writhing in deep agony.
Instinctively, I twisted my lower body to escape, but my frail hole only ended up getting stimulated more. Gasping for breath, I could only wail about it being too fast, that was all I could do.
“But I can do this for you.”
With his other hand, he began to fondle my swollen cl*toris. The sensation of his loving caresses was strangely pleasing. Parted wide open and perilously accommodating his gloved fingers, my entrance began to convulse inwardly.
“Does it feel good when I play with you like this? Will that make you spill what you have hidden inside, hm?”
In surrender, a rush of fl*id erupted from within. The engulfing heat further scorched the violated depths. Losing consciousness, I continued to endure the relentless pistonning, all the while forgetting even to swallow my saliva. I begged.
“The sensation… is strange. Ah, please… stop…”
It seemed like the precursor to an org*sm. Breathless and not knowing what facial expression to make, urgency rushed over me. He looked at me squirming under his merciless fingers, with a faint smile playing on his lips. Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch, the roughly thrusting fingers widened the deepest parts of my inner walls, and hit the most tender spot inside.
‘Anyway, once I have an org*sm, his favorability will increase. Maybe that’s when this damnable interrogation will end.’
Unconsciously nodding to my own speculation, I began to prepare for an impending cl*max. I self-brainwashed myself to accept his rugged and obtrusive touches as though I were m*sturbating during my ovulation period.
“Hic…ah…ang!”
Suddenly, he stopped his gentle fondling and began to tug on my cl*toris. I bucked as if about to leap up, because a pin-prick sensation of chilly pain came rushing.
“A good spy should feel more in pain, shouldn’t she? Now, surrender to my touch.”
He skilfully used his teeth, removing one glove. Then, he began to scratch at my cl*toris with his bare fingernails. The culprit, his nails were neatly trimmed, but the pain was still sharp, given the extreme sensitivity of the cl*t.
As if teasing, he scratched along the surface of my cl*t with his thumbnail, inflicting pain. Then, pressing down on my cl*t with his entire finger, he rubbed it mercilessly.
“Ah, ang…hmm…stop…ah!!”
As his hand plunged deep into my belly with each whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, I trembled, feeling as though my organs shifted with each thrust. His fingers reaching deep within, they nudged my most sensitive spot.
That was when it happened. A flash of light filled my vision, followed by ominous flickering of my lids. I had reached cl*max from the overwhelming pain and pl*asure from below.
My back arched like a drawn bow, my toes curled inward, momentarily stiffening. An intense pl*asure surged, node by node, leaving me gasping and whimpering, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Your p*ssy is trembling. How good you must feel.”
He looked up at me, his eyes alight with pl*asure. Yet his hand did not stop the quick and ruthless thrusting. Plunge-plunge-plunge-plunge. I was lost in my cl*max, synchronizing with his relentless movements.
When my white-hazy vision was beginning to regain color, my sanity was also starting to return.
He kept plunging into me, even though it seemed like he would soon stop. Soon, he wasn’t even touching my cl*t anymore. Pain was screaming from the exquisitely sensitive inner lining of my v*gina.
“Please, stop, ah…”
Despite my desperate pleas, he did not slow down. Instead, he savoured my every expression with what seemed to be an enjoying look.
“Ah, no… it hurts!”
It was only when I begged, dropping all pretense of pride, that he finally stopped. My face was smeared with the traces of ecstasy and agony. Pulling off his gloved hand out of my p*ssy, he wiped his slick fingers.
“Leaking such lewd l*quid even in this kind of situation. Indeed, you’re too good to serve as a simple maid. “
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[1] Catch-22 : a difficult situation in which the solution to a problem is impossible because it is also the cause of the problem
