A Story of How I Went to Commit Suicide, but Ended Up at a Mysterious House and Got Pampered by a Motherly Beauty - Chapter 34 Final Chapter

Chapter 34 Final Chapter

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04:36 a.m.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!♡”

“Nh, uh, uh, guh!♡”

Pan pan pan pan pan!

What had been an utterly cozy room now reeked of debauchery surpassing any brothel suite. Thick, musky air heavy with sweat, semen, and feminine nectar. Moonlight, once slipping through the shoji gaps, had vanished completely.

Outside, white mist swirled, creeping into the room like ghostly fingers. But the invading chill evaporated instantly against the blistering, furnace-like heat radiating from their entangled bodies.

They had coupled without pause since then. Akihito snatched fleeting breaths only when Nanaho and Kikyo blacked out, but even those moments lasted seconds. The women overlapped their bodies against him relentlessly as long as they had any shred of consciousness left. Their skins were slick and scorching.

His throbbing manhood churned deep in Nanaho’s velvet grip. Despite endless unions, her love juices still gushed hot and viscous, coating everything in slippery sheen. Thanks to that, the two of them didn’t have to suffer through raw friction. This was only possible thanks to Nanaho’s deep-seated, decadent lust.

Akihito had erupted countless times. At this point, he’d had been drained dry, but Kikyo’s mystical ingredients sustained him and vitality pulsed within him like an unending spring. Still, exhaustion clawed at him. His shaft throbbed with dull ache.

Thus, the final frenzy.

He forced them onto all fours, plump ass and petite rear thrust toward him. Their bodies were quivering in anticipation. Into Nanaho’s fertile, child-bearing hips he slammed repeatedly until swollen red, manhood scraping inner walls with wet schlick. 

Fingers—pinkies sinking into Kikyo’s small yet plush cheeks—stirred her tight channel furiously.

Guchu guchu!

Obscene squelches as floods of creamy fluids frothed out, splattering their thighs. One impaled by cock while the other  fingered raw. Both women teetered over half-conscious. Their eyes glazed like fogged glass and drool-flecked moans escaped their mouths like meaningless garbles. 

The upper half of their bodies were plastered flat. The crushed voluptuous breasts leaking warm milk that soaked the futon in dark, spreading stains. The most striking points were, of course, their ass. Above ravaged spots, those forbidden rings gaped wide, slick and pulsing.

This was the proof of brutal anal invasions earlier. This was the telltale of the key trigger that reduced them into a drooling mess. This place wasn’t meant for pleasure and yet, they felt overwhelming ecstasy from there. 

The taboo sin amplified sensations to shattering heights. Now, even though they had started using their genitals properly, only muffled, guttered whimpers remained. 

“Haa, haa…! This is the last…!”

“Gu, hi, cumming, cuu…♡”

“No, no no no… cumming…♡”

Akihito wheezed, hips and hands pistoning. Sweat cascaded in rivulets, salty streams stinging eyes, showing that he too, had been utterly depleted.  The women muttered deliriously, chasing one final abyss. Tiny spasms escalated to full-body convulsions and soon enough…

Bikun!

Nanaho arched like a bow in the climax. Her heavy breasts swung, milk jetting in pearly arcs. Simultaneously, thick semen surged in a final torrent. Her womb already bloated with prior loads, causing an overflow. The semen gushed back, pattering onto the sheets. 

Meanwhile, Kikyo climaxed while clawing the futon.

Pushaa!

A geyser squirt, her body rattling. Akihito’s hand drenched as if he was plunging it into water. They froze, body rigid, before crashing onto the bed.  Bow-legged, semen oozing from pussies and asses dripping lazy rivulets. Their sassive tits flattened sideways, milk pooling down there. 

They were shuddering occasionally from the aftershock, but soon, soft, rhythmic snores filled the room.  They had finally blacked out completely.

“I can’t…! I can’t…! N-No more…”

Akihito erupted in sweat, chest heaving. His body went limp and he slumped.  His manhood—after mercilessly pounding them—deflated, spent.

“Maybe… I will just get more sleep…”

With that, his consciousness drifted into the land of dreams. Surely the two of them had settled down after this marathon of sex. The bizarre “mommy battle” might ease. He’d claimed his tireless future through sheer carnal conquest. Assured of victory, he sank into slumber.

…Though the overpowering sexual stench—pungent, animalistic—made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

♡♡♡

“Ha!”

I jolted awake. It seemed I had slept for quite a long time. But thanks to that, all fatigue had completely vanished, and vitality surged through me. Well, considering how exhausted I’d been, it was only natural for me to sleep for quite for a while.

No matter how beautiful Nanaho-sama was or how adorable Kikyo-sama was, nonstop sex was still brutally tough on my body…Such luxurious complaints slipped into my mind unbidden. Surely, the two who’d been far more drained than me were still asleep.

Each climax multiplies exhaustion, and I’d made them cum many times over. 

Anyway, today I could relax alone… 

Thinking that, I opened my eyes…

“Oh, my dear one. Good morning.”

“You’re late, Akihito.”

Nanaho-sama and Kikyo-sama greeted me casually, showing no sign of weariness, as if this was just yet another ordinary morning… Though it wasn’t.

…?

I gave a slight bow.

Huh? They’re awake?

“I-Impossible…! How…!”

A cold chill ran down my spine.

Th-This means I will have no break…!

“Fufufu. Did you think Kikyo’s ingredients only worked on you, my dear one?”

“We’re fully recovered. Still good to go.”

They flashed triumphant smirks. Adorable—but utterly terrifying to me.

Hii…! Does that mean I only rest while asleep…!?

“Now, my dear one… Between me and Kikyo…”

“Who’s your mommy?”

They leaned in close with alluring smiles, asking that. Any answer would spell trouble for me… Beads of sweat formed as I thought that. I’d been fixated on suicide when I stumbled upon the mayoi-ga. There, I met beautiful and indulgent women.

Of course, I was leading a far happier life than before, but….

“Could I… Could I at least get one day off a week…?”

Dodging the question, I made the pathetic plea.

END.

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