A Story of How I Went to Commit Suicide, but Ended Up at a Mysterious House and Got Pampered by a Motherly Beauty - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

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4:23 p.m.

“Uh, oh, oh, ohhh!♡”

Pan, pan, pan, pan!

The room, sealed by sliding doors, was enveloped in unbelievable heat. Humidity so thick it seemed mist might form. Just being there made one sweat. The smell was another issue. A suffocating sexual odor that could induce arousal with a single whiff.

An atmosphere so lewd it could send animals into heat instantly, combined with the humid warmth, made it dangerously potent. The mayoi-ga was located deep in the mountains. This house was cooler than most places. Yet it had become like this solely because of the intense, dense intercourse of the three.

“Uhh, uhh, ahh, aohh!♡”

The one letting out short, husky moans was Kikyo, with her adorably refined features. She was being ravaged fiercely from behind.

Slap! Slap!

Her slender waist gripped firmly, hips fixed in position, thrust into violently. Her small but firm buttocks jiggled with each impact. The twin mounds were already reddened. Her vagina was naturally on the smaller side as well. Her pussy was unable to take Akihito’s full length, but that was ignored. He forced everything in.

As a result, her cervix deformed terrifyingly, the glans occasionally slipping into her womb. Because of this, Kikyo’s eyes rolled back. Tears, snot and drool were dripping down her face. She looked absolutely wrecked.

Yet Akihito showed no mercy. Her tiny body twitched, legs kicking instinctively to escape, but he pinned her down and continued the brutal rear assault. It truly looked like rape.

“Ohh, oh, oh, ohhh♡”

Bachu, bachu, bachu, bachu!

The wet sounds echoing with each thrust came from the massive love juices Kikyo secreted. Not just that—she was squirting. She had climaxed intensely multiple times, pleasure now bordering on pain, but Akihito never stopped.

Her mouth produced only beast-like moans. No words of protest came out of her mouth. In fact, she couldn’t even form them. The relentless, violent pleasure left the emotionally reserved Kikyo able only to moan. Even as her genitals turned to mush, leaking fluids like incontinence, Akihito never slowed his hips.

Kikyo had almost no consciousness left. The twitching, the guttural moans, they were mostly reflexes…Reflexes from the iron-rod manhood scraping her walls, pounding unprecedented pleasure into her. What was odd amid Kikyo’s ravaging was Nanaho’s reaction.

To an outsider, it was clearly a horrific rape scene, but to her, it likely looked like affectionate lovemaking. As someone vying to be a “mother,” she should interfere, but that was impossible now.

“Ah, hea…♡”

Because Nanaho lay collapsed beside the frenzied pair, body limp, wearing similarly wrecked ahegao. She was lying on her back and her pale skin flushed red from prior intense sex with Akihito. She was sticky with sweat, semen, and other fluids.

Her long, wavy black hair hid her eyes, but her lolling tongue revealed her wrecked expression. Utterly drained, she resembled a squashed frog. Her massive breasts sagged sideways under gravity. Her pubic hair clung wetly to her skin. Her genitals soaked in love juices and squirt.

She had already been taken. Before Kikyo—fiercely, repeatedly. As a result, she was exhausted from countless orgasms, barely conscious, unable to even rise. If Kikyo had been first, things might have differed. Nanaho, sensing danger from the intensity, might have snuck away or intervened. But neutralizing the one with strategic mind first was standard in any battle strategy.

Kikyo had watched Nanaho’s beastly mating from the side, casually going “Ooh.” No fleeing, no interfering. She tilted her head as Nanaho writhed for help, then just watched as Nanaho lost all dignity. Consequently, Nanaho lay ruined like a tragic end, while Kikyo—curiosity overriding danger—now suffered the same fate.

“Kahyu…♡”

Bikun!

Kikyo’s small body jolted violently. She was arching her back sharply like a shrimp. Her loli breasts jiggled , milk spraying. Mouth gaping, she froze in that pose for a while. Then she collapsed face-down, limp. Her breasts were visible even from the side, leaking over her back.

Milk soaked into the futon. Kikyo stopped moving entirely after that. Her body shook with thrusts, twitched unconsciously in climax. But no voluntary movement or speech came from her.

“Uh, uh, oh, ah…♡”

Her soft, pudgy cheeks scraped against the futon with each pounding. Even in this state, Akihito didn’t stop. He gripped her waist firmly, keeping her hips raised for easy access. The rest of her limp. It was as if he used Kikyo as a mere masturbation tool.

“Aheaaaaa…♡”

As Kikyo let out that slovenly sound, warm liquid splashed Akihito’s lower body. Urine leaking from her unconscious, relaxed genitals. This was the ultimate shame, pissing while raped. Things were worsening, even though she was already soaked in love juices and squirt.

The room’s sweet-tart female and sweat scent mixed with sharp ammonia, evolving into a monstrous sexual stench. The smell heightened Akihito’s urge. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out with a wet squelch from her tiny vagina. She was drenched in fluids. She became a gooey mess.

The opening of her pussy was twitching on its own, on the verge of eruption. Semen would burst any second. Akihito knew best. So he left Kikyo’s gaping hole and approached Nanaho, lying supine and limp beside them…

“Nooooooooo!?”

Squelch! 

He suddenly inserted it into her vagina. Nanaho’s body jolted in return. And immediately after…

“―!!♡”

Byurururururururururu!!

Massive semen flooded her womb. It was shockingly callous. He’d used Kikyo solely to build arousal, like a sex toy. Then Nanaho, like a cum dump. Both unparalleled beauties. A stunning woman and a lovely girl. Doing this to even one was near impossible—yet he took both at once, treating them like tools. The depravity was immense.

A shiver ran up Akihito’s spine. He nearly came again without stimulation. He looked down at the two—limp, occasionally twitching in the afterglow—and caught his breath.

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