Chapter 57. Two Days – 4
I woke up closer to noon.
My head was heavy, my body pleasantly exhausted.
The first thing I saw was the ceiling of my own bedroom.
We had moved here deep in the night.
The room was large, with a panoramic window and dense dark curtains that now let through only a narrow strip of daylight.
On the floor lay the remnants of her maid outfit.
Black fabric, white apron, lace headband — everything was scattered chaotically.
The bed was a real battlefield.
The sheets were completely soaked.
Dark, irregular stains had spread across almost the entire surface.
The smell was thick, sweetish, animal — the smell of her juices mixed with sweat and a light metallic aftertaste from too long caresses.
I slowly sat up.
My body responded with a light ache in my arms and shoulders.
All night she had been coming in my hands.
Without pauses.
Without the right to stop.
I remembered how I gradually stopped holding back.
How I started treating her more and more roughly.
— You’re a natural cumdump, — I said then, when she trembled once again.
I grabbed her by the nipples and pulled them upward with force.
Lifted her literally by them.
Her body tore away from the bed.
She howled from the pain — loudly, hoarsely, almost like an animal.
But even in that moment her thighs continued to thrash in convulsions.
Her pussy clenched around emptiness, spilling out another portion of liquid.
When she weakly asked for a break, I didn’t give it.
— Master! Rest… just a little…
I flipped her onto her stomach and started spanking her meaty ass.
My palm slapped loudly, shortly, hard.
The soft, yielding flesh of her ass cheeks squirmed and sprang under every blow.
The skin quickly reddened.
First with pink spots, then with a continuous bright color.
And she came.
From the pain.
From the humiliation.
From the fact that I didn’t stop.
All night.
I got up from the bed and looked around the room more carefully.
On the nightstand stood a five-liter bottle of water.
Almost empty.
During the night I had forced liquid into her.
Held her by the hair, made her swallow, because she was already barely coherent, and dehydration after that many orgasms was a real threat.
Even in this world.
A visual novel world where physiology sometimes behaved strangely.
I was surprised how so much moisture could come out of one small female body.
Then simply accepted it as a given.
Next to the bottle lay her phone.
I had forced her to call her mother.
Herself.
In a trembling, breaking voice she lied that she was going away with Hayato for the whole weekend.
That they were going on a small trip.
The mother was glad and let her go without particular questions.
Now we had two full days.
I approached the bed and looked at the culprit of everything that had happened.
Yuki was sleeping.
Lying on her stomach, arms spread.
On her face a mad, completely blissful smile had frozen.
Her tongue was slightly sticking out of her mouth.
Her hair was completely messy, stuck to her wet forehead and cheeks.
Her body still hadn’t calmed down.
Even in sleep small, convulsive twitches ran across her thighs and stomach.
Micro-orgasms.
Residual spasms that she no longer controlled.
Her ass burned bright red.
On the left cheek the imprint of my palm clearly showed.
All over her back, chest and the inner sides of her thighs dark hickeys were visible.
Some were already starting to turn blue.
Between her legs it was still shining.
I stood and looked at her.
At this broken, marked, still twitching girl.
And understood that the night had only been the beginning.
— Yuki, wake up…
I leaned down and quietly whispered right into her ear.
Then pulled away and looked at her face again.
Even in sleep it remained perverted.
Half-open mouth.
Slightly sticking-out tongue.
A blissful, completely slutty smile that didn’t leave her lips.
I couldn’t help but smirk.
She frowned a little at my voice, quietly whimpered and sank back into sleep.
How small she was.
And at the same time so sexual.
Yuki was the most miniature of all the heroines.
Short, fragile in the shoulders and waist.
And I was the largest character.
Almost two meters tall, broad shoulders, heavy arms.
Next to me she seemed completely tiny.
In the original, Ren, if he managed to take her away, often called her a onahole.
Now I understood why.
Despite the overall miniature size, her hips were disproportionately wide and juicy.
Soft, heavy, with a deep cleft between the ass cheeks.
Her breasts also stood out too strongly for such a small body.
Full, firm, with large dark nipples that were now swollen and dark from the night’s torments.
I picked her up in my arms.
She weighed almost nothing.
Her body was hot, moist and still slightly twitching.
I pressed her to my chest and started kissing her.
At first slowly.
Studying her mouth anew.
Her tongue first lay limply, soft and warm.
But a minute later it started moving.
Began actively answering.
Small, but very skillful.
Twisting, wrapping around mine, trying to push deeper.
With a habitual movement I strongly poured saliva into her.
She greedily accepted it.
Moaned right into my mouth — low, drawn-out, just like a bitch in strong heat.
Those moans struck straight into my groin.
My cock was already fully hard and red from tension.
The head unpleasantly pressed against the fabric of the boxers.
But I held back.
Tonight and the coming night were more important.
There I would be able to discharge properly.
I reached the bathroom and only then pulled away from her lips.
She weakly opened her eyes.
The gaze was cloudy, still floating after the night.
— Ren…
— Good morning.
— Is it morning already?
— More like day.
She weakly moaned and hid her face against my neck.
— I don’t want to get up.
— I noticed.
— Then take me back.
— No.
— Cruel.
Said without anger.
Almost habitually.
I lowered my gaze to her messy hair.
— You need a shower, water and food.
— I need sleep.
— You’ll get it after the shower, water and food.
Yuki mumbled something dissatisfied, but didn’t argue.
This was also new.
Yesterday she found an objection to every order.
Today she first obeyed — and only then tried to show dissatisfaction.
I stopped at the bathroom door.
She raised her head.
Our faces ended up very close.
Yuki looked at my lips.
Just for a second.
But that was enough for me.
I leaned in, but didn’t kiss her right away.
Stopped a few centimeters away and forcefully squeezed her ass cheeks, tearing an aroused moan out of her.
— What should you say?
Surprise flashed in her eyes, then understanding, and finally embarrassment…
Yuki looked at me for a long time.
— Master… please… gift my slutty little mouth with saliva and tongue… — she finally cried out in a hoarse, breaking voice.
I didn’t make her wait.
I crushed her lips, firmly holding the back of her head with my palm.
Deep.
Demanding.
She answered at once with greed.
Her small tongue actively worked, twisting, wrapping around mine, trying to push as deep as possible.
I already habitually poured saliva into her.
She accepted every last drop, moaned loudly into my mouth and started moving her tongue even more actively, begging for continuation.
When I finally released her, she was breathing heavily.
Her lips shone, swollen and wet.
A thread of saliva still stretched between us.
— Ren… I…
Her eyes immediately glistened.
Tears appeared too quickly.
Not from pain.
From guilt.
I immediately understood who she had remembered.
— Hayato? — I asked.
Yuki flinched with her whole body.
Then slowly, reluctantly nodded.
— I still love him.
I didn’t answer.
Simply picked her up and carried her to the jacuzzi.
Yuki was so light that I didn’t even have to strain. She wrapped her arms around my neck more instinctively than consciously, and only when I lowered her into the water did she realize that she was pressing against me again on her own.
I turned on the jets.
Warm water rose around us, hiding our bodies under restless foam. The hum of the working pumps filled the bathroom, cutting her off from the rest of the house.
I sat down next to her.
Yuki settled opposite, drawing up her legs and wrapping her arms around her knees.
As if she was still trying to become smaller.
Less noticeable.
— Look at me.
Yuki reluctantly raised her eyes.
The gaze was wet and confused.
— Don’t doubt what you’re feeling right now.
— And if it’s wrong?
— Feelings don’t become false just because you’re ashamed of them.
— You’re saying that because it’s beneficial to you.
— Of course.
She frowned.
My direct answer clearly didn’t please her.
But a lie would have pleased her even less.
— I want you to forget that softie, — I continued calmly.
— And finally become my woman.
I ran my thumb over her cheek, wiping away a protruding tear.
Her body responded at once.
A light tremor ran across her shoulders.
Her nipples under the warm water noticeably hardened.
Between her legs she involuntarily slightly brought her thighs together, as if trying to hide a sudden rush of wetness.
Her body still reacted to me faster than her mind.
That was convenient.
And dangerous.
If I broke her resistance too quickly, she wouldn’t choose me.
She would simply stop being able to choose.
And I didn’t need a will-less doll.
I needed Yuki to look at Hayato, remember everything good that had been between them — and still return to me.
Voluntarily.
Consciously.
Because her former life was no longer enough for her.
So that she would cheat on him with a smile on her face.
Out loud I said something completely different:
— Observe. Compare. Decide yourself.
— You’re sure you’ve already won, aren’t you?!
I only slowly smiled.
— I’m sure I can give you more than Hayato.
I slightly lifted her chin with wet fingers.
— But love rarely chooses the one who is objectively better.
Yuki looked at me silently.
Her internal struggle hadn’t gone anywhere.
And it shouldn’t have.
If I broke her too quickly, she would simply replace one dependence with another.
That wasn’t enough for me.
I wanted her to understand who she was choosing.
And why.
— And if on Monday I still go back to him? — she asked quietly.
Instead of an answer I lowered my hand under the water.
Found her clit and strongly, almost cruelly squeezed it between my fingers, as if trying to crush it.
Yuki arched sharply.
Her eyes widened.
— Kyaaa……!
She came again.
Hard.
Her body thrashed in my hands with small, frequent convulsions.
Her pussy pulsed under my fingers, releasing a new portion of wetness into the warm water.
Her thighs trembled.
Her stomach contracted.
She gasped for air and couldn’t stop.
— You’ll try to run, — I said calmly, continuing to lightly massage the sensitive bead while she was still trembling.
— But only disappointment will be waiting for you.
— No… — she weakly exhaled through the residual spasms.
— But, Yuki…
My palm settled on the back of her head, forcing her to look at me.
— You’ll have to humiliate yourself very strongly to come back to me.
She flushed thickly again.
Even her ears turned red.
— You’re a terrible person.
— Possibly.
— Self-confident.
— Definitely.
— And too big.
I raised an eyebrow.
Yuki suddenly realized how her words had sounded.
She flushed to the roots of her hair.
— I meant height!
— Of course.
— Ren!
Her indignant voice for the first time that morning sounded truly alive.
— Listen… I don’t only have height.
I slowly pulled the wet boxers down.
The fabric came off with difficulty over the already fully erect cock.
It swayed heavily forward, freed.
I leaned slightly and took a step closer, standing right in front of Yuki.
My huge cock ended up almost at her very face.
The head was dark red, engorged, shining with moisture.
The shaft thick, hot, with clearly protruding veins.
Even in a semi-bent position it looked enormous next to her small face.
Yuki froze.
Completely.
Her eyes widened so much that I saw her pupils tremble.
She had never seen a male cock this close before.
Alive.
Real.
Hard.
And especially not of this size.
Her cheeks were instantly flooded with a thick blush.
Her lips parted on their own, releasing a short, shocked breath.
She even forgot to blink.
Simply sat and stared.
Her gaze slowly slid from the head down the shaft, then back.
I saw how she was trying to comprehend the scale.
How she was comparing it to what she had once only seen on a screen in hentai.
Steam enveloped us, settling in drops on her eyelashes and collarbones.
Under the water her thighs slightly clenched.
Her nipples, already hard, stood up even more.
Her throat jerked as she swallowed with difficulty.
Her breathing became short and shallow.
She didn’t look away.
Even when I slightly rocked my hips, and the cock swayed heavily right near her lips.
Yuki only blushed harder and quietly, almost soundlessly exhaled.
In that breath shock, fear and something else mixed — a dark, greedy curiosity that she didn’t yet dare to admit.
I lifted Yuki out of the jacuzzi.
Water ran down her small body in heavy streams and broke against the tiles. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, but held on weakly. Her legs were still noticeably trembling.
I carried her into the shower stall and set her under the warm streams.
I took a sponge, squeezed gel onto it and lathered it in my palms. The fresh scent instantly mixed with the hot steam.
I started with her shoulders.
Slowly ran the sponge over the skin, washing away the remnants of the night. Yuki first tried to relax, but very quickly understood that this wouldn’t end with an ordinary shower.
My hands moved unhurriedly.
Deliberately.
Each time lingering a little longer than was required for simple washing.
She flinched.
— Ren…
— Stand still.
The movements were calm, almost caring.
Until they descended to her breasts.
I threw the sponge aside and worked only with my palms.
Foam slid over her full, heavy breasts, and my fingers already purposefully kneaded and pulled on the nipples.
At first lightly, then harder and harder.
Yuki bit her lip and threw her head back.
Her breathing broke very quickly.
I didn’t speed up.
Simply methodically increased the pressure until her knees started twitching finely and the first drawn-out sob tore from her throat.
— Please…
— What exactly?
She fell silent.
That was her main problem.
Yuki already knew how to ask when she completely lost her head.
But as soon as the ability to think returned to her — the words got stuck in her throat again.
— Speak properly.
— You understand perfectly well.
— I do.
I slightly strengthened the grip.
— But I want to hear it from you.
Yuki’s cheeks flared even under the hot water.
— I want you to continue.
— I’m already washing you.
She looked at me angrily.
— You’re mocking me.
— Of course.
Yuki more and more often shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
— Don’t fidget.
— I can’t…
— You can.
Yuki froze.
For a few seconds.
Then started trembling again.
The orgasm came sharply and shortly — as if she had been struck by electricity right in the nipples.
Her body arched, she clung to my forearms and quieted, only finely trembling under the streams of water.
— Yuki…
— What?..
— Did you forget something?
She squeezed her eyes shut.
— I…
— I came again.
— Good girl.
From those words a new tremor ran through her body.
She lowered her head.
I caught her by the chin and turned her face toward me.
— Don’t hide after you asked for it yourself.
— I’m not hiding.
— You’re lying.
Yuki frowned weakly, but could no longer argue.
I gave her a few seconds and turned her back to me.
Now I soaped her lower back and ass cheeks.
Slowly spread them and let the foam run between.
When the pad of my finger deliberately passed several times over the tight rear entrance, Yuki sharply sucked in air.
I didn’t go deeper.
Instead I lowered my hand lower and began very slowly massaging the already swollen lips from the outside, almost without touching the clit.
She fidgeted.
Tried to push back herself to get more.
I held her by the hip and continued exactly that tempo — slow, teasing, insufficient.
The tension built differently.
Not as a flash, but as a heavy, pulling pressure deep inside.
When the orgasm finally broke through, she moaned low and hung on my arm, her thighs rhythmically clenching on their own, as if trying to catch what I still hadn’t given.
The water continued to pour.
— Again, — I said.
Yuki barely turned her head.
— Yes…
She closed her eyes.
— I again…
Her voice broke.
— Louder.
— I lost it and came again.
— Because of whom?
She resisted for a few seconds.
Then cried out:
— I came from your big fingers, Master!
Now that was correct.
I ran my palm over her wet head.
— Good girl.
Yuki quietly sobbed.
Not from pain.
From relief.
She was already starting to understand the system.
First the command.
Then submission.
After that — admission.
And only then praise.
I turned her back to face me and pressed her against the wall.
This time I acted harder.
Two fingers settled right on the clit and started rapidly, shortly drumming on it.
At the same time the other hand strongly squeezed her breast.
Yuki almost immediately broke into high, intermittent sounds.
This orgasm was completely different — sharp, striking, almost painful in intensity.
She tried to slide down the wall, but I held her and didn’t stop the movements until the convulsions became completely small and frequent.
Only then did I remove my hands.
Allowed the water to wash away the remnants of foam from her trembling body.
Yuki stood, forehead pressed to my collarbone, breathing heavily.
Her legs still didn’t fully obey, her stomach twitched with residual waves, and between her thighs it was hot and sensitive.
My cock was still standing so hard that it pulsed in time with my heart.
She looked as if one more touch would finally take away her strength.
And still waited.
I saw it in her tense back.
In the way she didn’t dare to turn around.
In the fact that she didn’t ask me to stop.
I stepped back.
Yuki immediately glanced over her shoulder.
Disappointment flashed on her face.
Almost childish.
— That’s all? — she asked.
— For now.
— But I thought…
— I know what you thought, you little pervert.
I took a towel and threw it over her shoulders.
— In the evening you’ll get more.
Yuki flushed.
— That’s not what I meant.
— Then say that you don’t want it.
She opened her mouth.
The words didn’t sound.
I waited.
Yuki lowered her eyes.
— I can’t.
— Why?
Her fingers squeezed the towel tighter.
— Because I want you…
I smiled.
— Good girl.
She immediately trembled again.