Chapter 227 – Ronye (7)

The room, devoid of any light seeping in from the window, was dark and dreadful, filled solely with the lovemaking of a man and woman.

“…Ah, mmm… Aah, aah.”

The sights all around were a murky blend of semen and arousal fluids.

Marronnier gazed forward with her pupils half-dilated. Looking at me, she seemed much more subdued than before.

It felt as if she had given up, and yet, it seemed like she was also enjoying the moment. At some point, her screams and sounds had ceased.

“Khhhaa… Hiii, huuuu…”

Only the vulgar wails, laced with moans and fueled by lust, echoed throughout the room.

As I brought my face closer, Marronnier’s expression became clouded with deep concern. She stared intently at my lips for a while before slowly parting her own.

– Chup.

The other’s fluids moistened her parched throat.

Marronnier’s arms had long since grown weak, sprawled over my shoulders or on the floor.
But this time, she even wrapped them around my neck.

Her small tongue anxiously licked the inside of my mouth.
Unfamiliar with the method of kissing due to her lack of experience, I pleasantly accepted her movements and began to move my tongue in response.

“Ugh… Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and Marronnier opened her mouth even wider to accommodate my probing tongue.
Following her submissive movements, I thrust my hips closer, tormenting her insides.

“Uh… Mm. Mm. Ah! Ahhh… Ah!”

As I released another shot of semen, Marronnier’s body trembled.
Pulling her tongue from my mouth, she took a deep breath and squeezed her dark eyes shut.

“Haah… Haah, haah, haah. Cough, huff… Huh.”

When my cock was pulled out, her hips buckled, and she let out an incomprehensible noise while collapsing onto the floor.

Unable to close her thighs, she spread them out flexibly. Semen gushed from her vagina.

I approached her once more and inserted my cock.

“Ah…”

Upon seeing my cock, Marronnier looked at me, her face filled with astonishment. Her head shook from side to side.

She didn’t like it.

“Stop… no more… I don’t want it… too much, we’ve done too much.”

As I gently inserted the tip of my cock, my hips moved as if being drawn in.

“Five hours have passed… let me rest… ugh! Haaah!”

A body that responds honestly isn’t bad.

“I said I wanted to rest… I said no… aah! Ah!”

I grabbed Marronnier’s shoulders with my hands and shook her.

Her tight, gripping, and chewy pussy intensely stimulated me from within. As I pushed deeper and rocked her wildly, Marronnier’s lower abdomen protruded slightly.

I pressed my fingers against her protruding lower belly. Marronnier moaned, caressing her face with both hands.

“…Ah, hah… Be gentle… gentle, please…”

-Squish!

“Ahhhh… Oh, oh!”

-Slap!

“Ah! Ah!”

The tears streaming from her eyes had long since changed their meaning. I scooped Marronnier up in my arms and penetrated her.

“Strange… Ah, ah!”

Her tears flowed in a single sob.

“It feels strange… Ah! Ah!”

Marronnier’s fingernails scratched my neck.

“Ugh, it’s scary… scary… stop… I want to stop feeling good…”

Honey glistened as it flowed down Marronnier’s flushed thighs.

“I don’t want it to be strange… Ah! Ahhh! Ah, ah.”

Slowly, slowly, I gently swirled inside her, and Marronnier clenched her toes, letting out a cry of mixed pleasure.

“…Hnng, turn it off. Ugh. Aaaaaaaaahhh!!!”

As I gently tapped the inside, a sudden burst of something brown emerged from the head.

Marronnier shuddered and lost control, her lower abdomen warming up.

“…Eh, b-be. Ugh.”

-Rolling.

A fruit, similar to a chestnut, tumbled down from Marronnier’s head. I embraced her without even looking at it.

Wrapped in a deep hug, she extended her arms as if the motion was etched into her body, responding to my embrace.

As I pulled out my cock, semen trickled down under her vagina.

Now it can’t even go in, so it’s all coming out.

Marronnier, her strength drained, leaned into my arms, surrendering her full weight.

As I released my grip, Marronnier knelt on the floor. Her eyes grew hazy, lost in the lingering aftermath of her fruit-bearing climax.

My cock rested beside her nose.

“…Haa, ah…?”

As Marronnier lifted her face, her nose was met with a potent aroma. She stared at the massive cock, as big as her own face, and licked her lips as she felt the sensation of it caressing her cheek.

“…?”

As I brought it to her lips, she seemed to grasp my intention, and unconsciously opened her mouth.

“Mmm… slurp.”

Her teeth met the flesh, leading to an awkward and clumsy oral technique. Marronnier looked up at my face with a slightly tearful expression, which was endearing in its own way. I reached out and gently wiped her teary eyes with my thumb.

Her head began to move back and forth slowly.

My own lips remained rigid.

A sense of conquest surged within me, accompanied by a heavy, sinking sensation. It felt as if I had become a king, and I struggled to break away from the unfamiliar yet addictive touch for some time.

* * * * * * * * * *

When I came to my senses, the trajectory of my life was plummeting vertically.

Marronnier sat with her back against the wall, silent, hiding her face in her clothes. The foul odors and semen that lingered in the room had been dealt with by magic long ago.

Yet, the reason the two of us sat side by side was quite simple.

Marronnier had no strength left in her body. As for me, I was dazed by the overwhelmingly intense sage time that washed over us.

“…”

Marronnier seemed to be muttering to herself, as if in great shock. I wondered if her words were too quiet to be translated, but then I realized that the translator had fallen out of my ear during our fervent lovemaking. I kicked the rolling translator on the floor.

“Ouch.”

It must hurt.

My memories were hazy, too. The phrase “losing one’s senses” was not just a figure of speech. In our case, it was quite literal, as reason had fled us entirely.

The terror brought on by an S-class temperament was far from ordinary.

“…There.”

I can hear the sound of air escaping from my throat.

Marronnier calls out to me, her voice hoarse as she coughs.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

When we all regained our senses, it truly felt as if we had awakened from a dream. Both for Marronnier and me. The sensation is real, yet not quite like reality – a floating, uncertain feeling. I even wondered if I had just woken up from an extended dream.

“I’m sorry.”

No response comes.

The shock must be immense. After all, we were involved in something intense. I honestly can’t remember the details of what we did. It was only after some time had passed that she spoke.

“If you say that… How am I supposed to react?”

A difficult admission. I understand.

“It wasn’t intentional. Please understand…”

I can’t know how long she agonized over those words.

“You endured so much as well. It’s my fault… This happened because I was worried.”

Marronnier’s previously frightened demeanor had mostly vanished.
Was it because the object of her fear had disappeared? Or had she already bitten, sucked, and done everything, becoming desensitized?

Marronnier, gazing unfocused at the center of the room, spoke softly.

“…Let’s keep this a secret.”
“Pardon?”
“Well, it wasn’t a big deal, right? This was… an accident. If this escalates….”

I would die. Even if I don’t die, I would face a similar fate.

It was an unexpected reaction.
She could have easily fallen into trauma. Was Marronnier’s mental fortitude beyond what I had imagined?

Or perhaps it was due to her upbringing, being taught altruism and to protect other trees and humans since childhood.

“Once we leave here, it’ll be as if nothing happened.”

Marronnier buried her face in her lap.

“Honestly, it doesn’t feel real. My memory seems fragmented, scarce. You feel the same way, right?”
“Yes.”

“I think I was just trembling with fear. I didn’t know my nature was like that.”

It doesn’t feel real.

Because it’s so preposterous.

And it’s both exhilarating and horrifying.

As if waking up from a deep dream. We were strangely composed.

At least Marronnier would have felt more in touch with reality than me, due to physical fatigue and pain.

“Siheon. It’s just a deviation.”

Marronnier seemed to have decided to let it pass like that.

It’s so shocking that it’s dismissed as something that never happened.

It’s that kind of psychological shock.

She didn’t look like a coward now. She might have regained her senses by releasing her temperament, like me.

It doesn’t seem like she values her virginity very much.

Rather than putting more weight on sex, it’s the desire to break free from the terror of that moment.

The feeling was strong.

I didn’t have much to say to her, either.

“…Did it hurt?”
“A lot.”

The distance between us remained unchanged. It was only natural.
After what had happened, it was impossible for us to be on good terms.

However, our relationship hadn’t worsened either.
In face of the inevitable, our conversation strangely didn’t feel too stiff.

“It’s because of my temperament.”
“…I think so too.”

Marronnier nodded in agreement with my words.

It was just bad luck. Marronnier and I decided to find common ground by thinking of it that way.

“Shall we eat?”

She nodded.

There wasn’t much else to do.

We prepared and ate our meal, deciding to simply sleep in our sleeping bags afterward.

But spending a long night without a cell phone in the 21st century was incredibly tedious.

“My butt and back hurt so much.”

Eventually, we both decided to get out of our sleeping bags and talk.
As time passed, the awkwardness between us gradually vanished.

“You mentioned you’re Korean, right?”

We gathered around the light in the center of the room, wrapped in our sleeping bags, and engaged in conversation. All we could do was exchange light-hearted jokes.

Of course, we tried to avoid discussing the events that had transpired earlier.

As we spoke, we found that our communication was surprisingly effective.

Interestingly, this fellow seemed to have a keen interest in the lives of commoners.

“So, you live alone like that? Completely by yourself?”

“That’s right. After my part-time job, I return home, play games on my computer, and then drift off to sleep. Then, I wake up early for classes before going back to my part-time job. It’s just an endless cycle.”

“Without a maid?”

“Do you think we have such luxuries? Are you any different?”

“Well, I am an aristocrat. But, what kind of games do you play?”

“Games like League of Legends, Tree Watch… How could you not know these? Even if you don’t enjoy gaming, don’t people usually know their names?”

He seemed to be incredibly delighted talking about everyday life and reminiscing about my school days.

At first, Marronnier, who had been stifled and gloomy, gradually began to relax his expression.

Over time, our innate dispositions slowly resurfaced.

“So… something like… schoolwork.”

Lewd thoughts unexpectedly intruding our conversation.

Marronnier’s face stiffened once more as he listened to my words with his round eyes blinking.

“You…”

Marronnier’s eyes quivered.

The first time had been tumultuous, but the second time was not as challenging.

A subtle battle of nerves ensued. We had agreed to maintain our distance, but I couldn’t resist and lunged at him, causing Marronnier to let out a cry.

– Jab, jab, jab, jab!

“Ugh, ah! Ah… Hah, cock… cock… I hate cocks…”

“Talking like that just turns me on more.”

“I’m sorry… Sorry… Huaaaah!”

The difference from the first time was that Marronnier had somewhat come to terms with the relationship.

And she experienced the sensation of a cock penetrating her pussy.

In the end, Marronnier climaxed time and time again.

With her aching legs trembling, she bowed down before me, wearing a lascivious expression that was a smile yet not quite a smile. She took in my dick like a true pervert.