Chapter 116

Slap.
Once again, with a light flick of the wrist, I hit her chest, and the sight of her full breasts jiggling was immediately apparent.

Gulp.
As I straddled Diana and repeatedly hit her chest, watching the jiggle, my member became stiff to the point of pain.

Her once pure white breasts were now flushed red, and when I pinched the stiff, protruding pink buds, a suppressed moan escaped Diana’s lips.

“Haa, haa… Yes, please. Punish Diana more.”

It only sounded loud with the slapping, so it didn’t hurt, but seeing her breasts turn red, I didn’t want to hit her more, no matter how much I liked it.

Anyway, this is just an appetizer in terms of cooking. This much is enough for a light enjoyment.

“Get up.”
“…Huh?”
“Get up and take it off.”

Her flushed red breasts jiggle with her movements. Diana gets up from the bed, throws off her loosened top, and then bends down to take off her bottoms. I couldn’t help but grab and squeeze her large breasts as they spilled out in front of me.

It’s so strange.
They’re just lumps of fat, but why do women’s breasts feel so soft and squishy, making me feel so good? Is there some kind of magic storage that draws men to these lumps of flesh?

Perhaps because it’s a game world, Diana’s breasts maintain an unrealistic elasticity despite their large size, without any sagging. Such elasticity would be impossible in reality. It’s not like they’re silicone, so how can human flesh be so large and not sag?

These perfect breasts are mine. Only mine.
The fact that they are solely mine, untouched by the gaze or hands of others, fills me with satisfaction.

I grab her breasts with both hands, and when I roll my thumb over the hard, protruding nipples, Diana, who was about to take off her panties, stops moving.

“Haa… haa… Aah.”

Even when I press down hard on her nipples, burying them into her full breasts, they pop back out, showing off their presence, which is quite annoying. I stop squeezing her breasts and press down on her nipples, and Diana, who was bent over, brings her legs together tightly and starts to twist them slightly.

“You should take them off quickly. What are you doing, Diana? Do you not want to? Should we stop?”
“N-no. Please… please keep punishing me.”
“Where, how should I punish you? Huh?”
“My breasts… punish Diana’s breasts. Haa.”

I’m pinching her nipples quite painfully, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Rather, a long string of saliva hangs from Diana’s bent-over figure, and a few drops fall to the floor, indicating that she’s lost her mind. I slapped her drooping, elastic breasts.

“I told you to take them off quickly. Our Diana is good. You’ll listen, right?”
“Y-yes, yes.”

Between Diana’s thighs as she pulls down her panties, a thick liquid was dripping. The amount of sticky liquid, so wet that it was running down her thighs, made it clear how aroused Diana was.

“You’re already leaking like this. Diana, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“N-no, I’m not. Diana’s not that kind of girl.”

I put my hand between her slightly parted thighs and stroke upwards. The sensation of the soft skin, along with the hot, sticky liquid, filled my palm.

“What’s this then? You haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already leaking like this, and you say you’re not a naughty girl? Diana, are you even lying? This won’t do. Get on your stomach.”
“Haa… I, I’m sorry. Are you going to punish Diana?”
“You should be punished. Spilling such naughty fluids.”

Diana covers her flushed red face with her blonde hair and lies face down on the bed, her elastic buttocks jiggling.

I sit next to her on the bed, admiring her white skin, and run my palm along her downy neck, down her back, where the muscles are tense with anticipation, and along the hollow of her spine.

I stroke the hollow of her spine several times, and then as I move down, her full hips appear, and immediately after that, her rapidly rising buttocks reveal themselves.

And then, after passing that, it dips down, and there, a very hot, wet, and split place awaits. Because her legs are pressed tightly together, I use only the sensation of my fingers to trace the shape of the place hidden in the darkness.

“What is this place with this split lump of flesh? It’s so hot, and there’s sticky, gooey liquid. There’s a hole. And… like this, there’s something that sticks out.”
“Haa! Haa… Aah! Y-Yurian! Aah… Diana is… is now…”

When I lightly flick the protruding part with my fingertip, Diana’s body trembles violently as if struck by a harpoon, and the bed sheet becomes wet.

“You couldn’t even hold back, and you just went ahead without asking. Huh? Diana, you’ve lost your manners.”
“S-sorry… Aah… I’m sorry…”

Slap.
When I hit her plump buttocks, Diana’s body stiffens, and a moan mixed with pleasure escapes her lips. The spot where I’m sitting is getting warm, so she must have come quite a bit.

“Is it because you held back for so long? You came a lot?”
“Y-yes… I held back… for too long.”

Her voice was muffled because her face was buried in the bed. The ears that were revealed through the blonde hair covering her face were flushed red, so I hit her buttocks again and got up to position myself between her legs.

“Spread them.”
“……”

Her legs slowly spread. The bright red flesh revealed as her legs parted was glistening in the light.

I bring my fully aroused member close to the hole, and I can feel the heat. The moment my glans pushes into the flesh, I see the muscles in Diana’s back contract to their limit.

“Relax.”
“……”

I lightly place the tip of my glans and rub her back, and I can feel her muscles relax little by little.

“That’s right. Good girl, relax.”

And then, the moment she relaxes a bit. I thrust all the way in.

“Haa!!”

Using strength that transcends that of a normal human, I thrust my grotesquely large member in all at once, and Diana’s body is pushed forward.

Her face, which had been buried in the blanket, suddenly lifts up and she lets out a moan, but thankfully, I don’t sense any pain in Diana’s voice. Rather, her voice is full of sticky pleasure, and my member, which has penetrated her flesh, is just throbbing.

“Aah… aah…”

Her head, which had been lifted up, falls back onto the bed, and she only lets out moans. When I move slightly, she’s already twitching and convulsing.

“Diana? Diana?”
“Aah… haa… Yes. Yes.”

She says it’s good, so it’s okay to move, right?
I grab her hips and carefully repeat the motion of inserting and withdrawing, and the sensation of her flesh squeezing from all sides makes me feel a sudden urge to ejaculate.

‘A-already? I just put it in… No. Hold it in.’

I have my pride as a man. Not now. At least… at least 3 minutes…!

“Cough!”

Shit.
The intense pleasure makes my back tingle, and I feel dizzy. After that, a sudden wave of post-nut clarity washes over me, and my mind goes blank.

‘Come to think of it, Diana was already very aroused, and I was about to come several times. Isn’t it amazing that I held back until now? Yeah. She was so aroused, and it’s amazing that I held back until now. Yeah. It’s definitely not because I came right after putting it in.’

I’m blankly enjoying the afterglow when something strange catches my eye.
Diana, who is convulsing on the bed with her face buried in it, doesn’t seem to notice anything, but right in front of me, Diana’s small hand mirror was reflecting the door.

‘What is it? Why is the door open… Oh?’

What was reflected in the hand mirror was… Irian, with her characteristic high-saturation red hair and a face as red as her hair.

Irian, unaware that her reflection was in the hand mirror, was staring straight at us.

‘Is she… angry? Did Diana and I enjoy ourselves too loudly? …No. It was a bit more intense than usual, but it wasn’t enough to make her angry. …It’s up again.’

What is it? Why am I getting more excited when I realize Irian is watching? Am I a pervert after all?
I gently swayed my hips.

“Haa! Haa, haa, ah, yes, yes!”

The effect was tremendous.
Diana, who was panting and had her face buried in the bed, also responded by shaking her hips. The rhythm, which was slightly off at first, matched after a few movements, and the obscene sounds of squelching began to echo.

Slap! Slap!

“Haa! Haa! More! Punish me more!”

Without realizing it, I was hitting Diana’s buttocks with my palm as she shook her hips. …Irian is watching, so isn’t spanking a bit too much? But then, when Diana’s flesh squeezes me, my mind goes blank, and I can’t help but move my hand again.

“Aah! Aah… Diana’s going crazy! It’s so good!”

The white, moon-like buttocks turned red in an instant. A whitish liquid dripped down from under Diana’s thighs, her face buried in the bed, and only her waist lifted up.

She must have heard all the sounds of Diana and me enjoying ourselves before, but seeing it directly is different… Is this too much?

The moment I glanced at the hand mirror. My mouth dropped open.

“……Huh?”

I stopped moving without realizing it. While Diana was still moving on her own, making squelching sounds, Irian in the mirror was also still moving.

Her face was flushed red. She was looking at us while touching her crotch above her pants… Could it be… Could it be… Masturbating?

Is she… watching me and Diana and… masturbating? That Irian?

‘I-is this a dream?’

* * *

Emily was humming as she cleaned the room.

“Hmm~ Hmm~”

Emily, who had moved to the Holy Nation of Hespólte with her family, was enjoying every day. She was so happy that the scary events of that day were now fading away.

She had become the novice nun she had always wanted to be! And the Saintess herself had chosen her! In the Holy Nation of Hespólte, no less!

Originally, one would start at a temple near their residence, and if their talent and devotion were recognized, they would move to a higher temple. If they won the competition against the carefully selected individuals there, they would move to an even higher temple… and finally, only the best elites from all over the world could come to the Holy Nation of Hespólte.

However, Emily was special! The Saintess herself had led her to Hespólte, and even kindly allowed her family to live in Hespólte.

“The Saintess is the best. Ehe.”

Emily smiled brightly as she cleaned the room, her gaze turning to the bed.

“……Hmm. When will she wake up?”

She stopped cleaning, approached the bed, knelt down, and placed her face on the bed, looking at the sleeping girl.

A pure white face without a single blemish. Jet-black hair like a night raven. A sharp nose, a cute red mouth. And horns on both sides of her head.

“She’s like a doll.”

She poked her cheek.

“…Ooh.”

The texture… the texture is so good!
Emily’s fingers poked her cheek again.

The sleeping girl’s brow furrowed slightly, but she still showed no sign of waking up.

“Ehehe.”

Emily pressed her cheek with her fingers several times.

“……What are you doing?”
“Hiek!?”

A pair of jet-black eyes that had suddenly opened were staring at Emily.