My Player Is a Hacker

Chapter 20

My Player Is a Hacker

The story of the characters who live in the game world and the players who support them.

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Chapter 20 – Part 1 Hunter – Sisters Hunter, Minerva and Milene (3)

The joy of having received a virgin was short-lived. I woke up to the sound of Minerva’s screams.

“Mi, Minerva, are you okay?”
“Ah, ah, ah ah… Ah… Ah…”

No matter how painful it was, tears were dripping from her eyes, which had been red from the beginning.
Of course, it’s the first time I’ve ripped a virgin. I knew ‘Women hurt the first time’, but I didn’t know that Minerva, who had been strong until just now, would be in pain this much.

“Minerva. Take a deep breath. If you still can’t stand it, put your hand on my back and give me strength. Haa!?”

Kut. This woman, as soon as she said it, she was tearing it apart without hesitation! Even with all ten fingers!

Is it a man’s sadness that he can’t take it off just because he’s sick? I pretended to be calm and passed Minerva’s sweaty hair. At the same time, cold sweat was running down my temples.

“Thank you. I got Minerva’s maiden. Minerva’s inside is very hot and pleasant.”
“Ugh…”

Minerva glared at him in tears.
Somehow, he seemed rather cute, so he kissed her on the tip of the nose.
But Minerva looked like she would bite my nose right away.

“Then Minerva, I will move.”

Move your hips to gently remove your son and put it back in.
Haha It feels good, but it’s definitely too tight. I even feel a little sick.

“Ah! No! No no no no no…”

I only moved a little, but Minerva clung to me with all her might.

…What is this cute creature? Is this the woman who just said lines like “You can sell your body but not your soul”?

“Kiss me. Then I won’t move.”

At my words, Minerva brought her mouth without hesitation. You were showing so much disgust when we kissed you just a few minutes ago. I don’t even have time to think about it anymore.
I enjoy her lips slowly. It is soft and plump lips. Whatever the situation, it feels good when a woman actively kisses you.

Meanwhile, my son was under an onslaught, wrapped in Minerva’s vagina.
Minerva’s inner workings diligently to somehow repel the sudden invader. It is immediately transmitted to me as a pleasure, so just putting it in makes me feel very good, like getting a massage.

Thinking that a change is needed, I gently push my tongue into her mouth. The moment I put my tongue in Minerva’s mouth, she jumped away from me in surprise.

Whoops. The kiss has stopped, so let’s move on as promised.

I slowly scrape the wall of my vagina, pull it back, and push my way back to the inside of Minerva. Her inner flesh clings to it with great resistance to ward off intruders.
Ah. It feels so good.

“Aaaaa!”

On the other hand, Minerva struggles with pain to the point of being pitiful. When I tried to pull myself back again, Minerva clung to my lips again, embarrassed.
And I stopped moving my waist as promised since she had been kissing me.

Minerva glared at me with tear-soaked red eyes as we kissed.
Lady, it’s a national rule to close your eyes when kissing. And if you look at me with those eyes, it makes me want to torment you even more.

I tried to stick my tongue in again, but this time it didn’t run away. I’m glad that the wall with Minerva has been reduced by one.
But her tongue is motionless, curled up in her corner. Her pain outweighed her disgust, so she accepted the kiss, but she must have been resistant to entangling her tongue.

Regrettably, I sucked her lips and licked her mouth with her tongue. Every time I look around my mouth, I feel her naked body jump in surprise.
I want more, more reactions. I caressed her mouth uncontrollably.

And finally, as if her breath was running out, Minerva pulled away from me again and took a deep breath, and of course I started moving her waist again.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ugh…”

One piston. One moan. And lips overlapping again.
She had only been stabbed once, and Minerva could not stand it and clung to her lips.

Do you hate moving like that? No matter how much I love kissing, it’s hard to bear it now.

“Minerva. Even if you keep doing this, it won’t end? Is it okay if we just kiss like this all night?”
“Ugh…”

Minerva seemed to understand what I was saying even though she was crying. If she doesn’t move properly and stimulate it, the act between men and women will never end.

“I’ll move slowly. Minerva will try to take as much of her strength as possible, and she will accept it as her own pleasure.”

I cast such an arbitrary spell on Minerva.

Anyway, where did her initial momentum to be violent according to her desires go?
But you can’t help it. How can a man not be nice when the wonderful woman who gave me her virginity is in so much pain.

With one hand, I began to gently rub my clitoris just above the junction.

“How are you? How are you feeling?”
“Ugh…”

Minerva buried her face in my chest and barely let out a moan. I don’t know if this is good or sick.
Anyway, if the nerves are dispersed, the pain will be relieved. I gently stimulated my clitoris with my thumb, which was sticky with love gel, and slowly began to move my waist.

“Sigh…”
“Hey hey hey…!”

I let out a sigh of intense pleasure, but Minerva only swallows a scream to endure her pain.
A one-sided relationship in which one person gets pain and the other gets pleasure.
Every time my son scrapes the vaginal wall, I can hear the forced groan like ‘Hiii’, ‘Ah Ah’ and ‘Eyayi’.

The desire to end it quickly for Minerva, who is in pain, and the desire to continue feeling this complex of pleasure forever coexist. Her conscience of wanting to comfort her as she cries gets mixed up with her desire to cry even more.

And, it was desire that won. I moved slowly for a while, but this is still not enough.

Even now, I feel good, but as long as I know that there is a greater pleasure than this, I cannot be satisfied with the given pleasure. My son was on the verge of exploding earlier.

“Minerva. I’ll go harder.”

I grab Minerva by her legs and place her slender ankles on my shoulders. I pushed her upper body as it is and covered her body from above. Minerva’s knees naturally pressed against her breasts.

On the bend. It is a position where her waist is severely bent, as if a woman’s body is folded in half, but Minerva did not feel that her position itself was difficult, perhaps because of her flexible body.
The distance between the lips is farther than before, but the lower body is even closer. I started to move my waist in the posture of getting on top of Minerva like that.

“Ugh, uh, uh…”

Thump, thump, thump.
Smash my son down Minerva’s hole in the ceiling.
The point of arrival is much deeper than before. I hit the innermost part of Minerva like a nail with my object.

Minerva gritted her teeth and hoped that this time would end quickly. The stronger the stabbing, the stronger the clamping force, and now it was tightening as if to pull out the root.

Mate mate mate!
My groin slams against Minerva’s hips and thighs, making a clap-like sound. Every time my body weighed down on hers, I could hear her gritted teeth and moaning in pain. The sound excites me to an amazing degree.

For Minerva, what she was doing now would only be painful. Even so, she is under me and I can only resist shaking her head.
A feeling of conquest rises in her chest that she has completely subdued this woman.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”

The action continues for a while in that state. Before I knew it, Minerva began to move little by little and adjust her position.
Did she think it was necessary to get the job done as quickly as possible, or maybe she was just trying to find a position that was as pain-free as possible.

Whatever her intentions, the fact that she began to actively move away from this one-sided act made my feelings even more seething.
In the excitement that made my head spin, I started tapping on the back with the best I could. The sense of circumstance that I had been enduring for a long time quickly reached its limit.

Uncontrollable excitement, I just hit the woman’s body underneath me. He didn’t mind her screaming in pain, and he squeezed her haughty breasts like a squeeze.
Minerva’s face contorts in pain. That expression made my fever boil even more.

Violent sex only for man’s pleasure.
On the pretext of Minerva being in her irresistible position, I did not hesitate to bump into her wild deed that I normally do not.

“Minerva! I’ll put it inside! I’ll plant my child’s seed!”
“…Ugh, no, no! At least, outside…!”
“I refuse! Get pregnant! And give birth to my child! Big!”

Grinding her teeth and enduring her pain, Minerva begins to struggle with the keyword she forgot about, ‘pregnancy’.

However, there is no way for her to get out of this situation now that she is being held down by a body much bigger and harder than her own. There is no one to help her. I try to hit my chest with my small clenched fist, but that kind of action just feels like spice to me.

In the end, Minerva couldn’t prevent her precious nursery from being tainted with my seeds. She involuntarily allowed me to ejaculate inside her.

Few. Buru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru…

I feel my genes being seeded deep inside her. I squeezed every muscle in Minerva’s body to pour out even one more seed into Minerva’s body.

“Aaaaa…”

Did Minerva feel that something of her was entering her body?
She stopped even the slightest resistance that had been weakly beating my chest and looked up at her ceiling with her empty eyes. With the obstruction gone, I pressed her leg and coveted every last drop of pleasure.

“Haha.”

After the ejaculation was over, I pulled out my son from inside Minerva. Minerva’s vaginal wall clung to my son tenaciously, as if not wanting to let go.

When I pulled out the stopper, her vagina, which had been closed like a clam until the act, was opening its mouth in the shape of my son. From the hole that was forcibly opened, a pale pink sticky liquid mixed with blood and semen flowed out a moment later.

Minerva was utterly exhausted, throwing her limbs onto her bed. She looks like she’s been raped.
Huh? Is it really the same as rape? It wasn’t rape because it was consensual, right?

After a bout of work, I was exhausted and lay down next to Minerva. Coincidentally, there were beautiful breasts near her, so I decided to touch them.

My handprints were red on her chest. It’s because I caught it with the rest of the excitement earlier.
I feel sorry, but there is no option to not touch it. Instead, since it would hurt if I touched it hard, I stroked it with her fingertips. Even though it’s slightly swollen, it’s still a nice, bouncy chest.

As I touched her breasts, Minerva moved her head to look at me, then she raised her head slightly to see the fluid flowing between her own legs.
And she said in a sad voice, again dropping her head on her bed.

“…I told you to come outside…”
“Huh? That’s right, doesn’t it feel good to serve inside?”

I was still stroking Minerva’s beautiful breasts and making such irresponsible noises.

Cum in the virginity room. This could lead to pregnancy, childbirth, or even abortion.
In order to make the first man she met today feel better, Minerva took on all the burden.

How much would you tell her who was her virgin if you were to put a price on her for this one act of hers? I can assure you, Minerva’s personality is such that if she wasn’t in the same situation as she is now, even if she was offered a billion dollars, she would never have responded.

In that sense, Minerva’s misfortune can be said to be luck for me.
If it weren’t for this situation, she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to sow her seeds in such a good woman.

Tears flowed from Minerva’s eyes as she lay in silence. It is not the tears caused by pain like before.
How she feels now, I, a man, will probably never understand.

Well, considering Minerva’s position, it’s unfortunate, but I have no intention of letting go just because I did it once.
She wants to enjoy her relationship for the time being, with which she has no love for her, and blends her body out of her needs. I hate to die, but the situation of Minerva, where I had no choice but to allow myself to die, because that agony became an irresistible stimulus to me.

I am delighted to see a woman floundering in the swamp of unhappiness. I wish I had a wall like this…

Unexpectedly, I might be really trash.

My Player Is a Hacker

The story of the characters who live in the game world and the players who support them.

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