episode_0143

“So, with Ri- Rina… cough, cough-!”

Fosao, who was in the middle of talking, stopped and coughed.

Since he invariably stammered with every word he spoke, the longer the conversation, the more out of breath he became.

Fosao panted, wiping his saliva.

Now that he was approaching fifty and had gained weight like a pig, his breathing seemed laborious.

Tia asked with a worried voice.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh-huh. N-nothing much. It’s just a bit hot in here, I think.”

“Hot, you say?”

Her red eyes looked towards the brazier.

Crack. Crackle.

It hadn’t been long since the fire was lit. Yet, the interior was already getting warm.

The general store needed to keep the brazier burning all day for even a semblance of warmth to circulate.

Tia, who was accustomed to that coolness, seemed to have only now realized that the brazier installed in her own home had such good heating power.

Of course. She had only been living in this house since last summer, after all.

Fosao took off his outer garment.

“It’s hot…”

“I’ll try to lower the heat.”

As Tia was about to get up to reduce the heat, Fosao grabbed her shoulder firmly.

“It’s f-fine, Tia. You can just take them off.”

“Lie down bare-skinned? The bed will still be cold. It’s been frozen for a long time…”

“If it’s cold, heh-heh-! Tia can w-warm it up. Come on, let’s lie down.”

“Gasp-.”

And with that, he hugged Tia tightly and collapsed onto the bed just like that.

Creak!

On the very bed where Tia slept every night… Fosao plopped down naked.

Perhaps because it was where the Encier couple once slept together, there was ample space even with a large body lying there.

No. Rather, with the excessively obese Fosao and the small-framed Tia lying side-by-side, it felt precariously just right.

“Isn’t it cramped?”

“It’s f-fine. It’s good.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

“Huff- W-well, the sun has set… Shall we sleep?”

Tia nodded.

“Yes.”

Fosao, while lying down, began to casually strip off his clothes.

He flung off the upper garment he was wearing, revealing his bare chest, thick with hair. Soon after, he even threw off his pants, becoming completely naked.

Tia also began to prepare for sleep. She untied her hair, took off her clothes, and neatly folded them. She also picked up the clothes Fosao had casually tossed off and folded them.

After finishing tidying up, Tia, now naked, got into bed.

Fosao grinned, welcoming Tia.

“You w-worked hard today, Tia.”

“You too, Mister.”

Tia, who replied with an equally beautiful smile, pulled up the woolen blanket and covered Fosao.

That’s when it happened.

The moment the blanket touched Fosao’s hand.

The space seemed to distort.

It was strange.

As if the part that contacted the blanket had been completely scorched black, a dark, deep disc began to form.

If it were scorched that black, there was no way one wouldn’t notice, but Tia seemed completely oblivious.

There wasn’t even a burning smell in the first place. As if ‘it’ wasn’t visible from the start.

Just casually, Tia lay down next to Fosao.

When a short time, perhaps the length of two breaths, had passed.

Fosao’s hazy eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a very small, short gasp.

Simultaneously, the ‘scorching’ that had appeared on the blanket vanished instantly.

Fosao, blinking his eyes, looked down at Tia right beside him.

“Ti- Tia. By any chance…”

And then he asked out of the blue.

“Have you e-ever masturbated here?”

“What…?”

Tia wore a completely bewildered expression, not understanding why Fosao was asking such a question so suddenly.

I… thought I understood.

The strange phenomenon I had just seen. And Fosao’s all too familiar reaction.

That was because it was the same appearance as when I had looked into a memory and returned to reality.

“You’ve masturbated, haven’t you? You d-don’t have to be ashamed. Heh-heh-heh.”

That confident sneer was unmistakable.

…Fosao had seen Tia’s masturbatory memory in her blanket.

So that’s how it is.

The act of reading a memory within a memory… Does it appear as such strange scorching?

A flustered Tia shook her head.

“N-no…. I’ve never done that.”

“Lies. You t-told me you did it a few times before, didn’t you-.”

Fosao continued to press Tia and began to subtly stroke her thigh.

Was she feeling shy? Tia’s ears turned red, and she hunched her body.

“…”

“T-tell me honestly. There’s nothing to be ashamed of between us n-now, is there? We’ve seen everything there is to see. Heh-heh-heh!”

Slide- slide-.

Inside the blanket, Fosao’s hand wriggled and moved.

With that touch, which anyone could tell was undoubtedly caressing Tia’s lower abdomen… Tia couldn’t avoid it, and gradually, little by little, opened her body.

Fosao pressed his fat lower belly close and asked.

“Right? You m-masturbated here, didn’t you?”

“……Yes.”

“Heh-heh-heh. So Tia, h-how did you masturbate?”

Fosao’s wriggling hand stopped. And as if trying to wedge its way somewhere, it began to press and wiggle.

Tia, with her eyes half-closed, said hurriedly.

“Mister… I’m tired today, so no more than this…”

“Heh-heh! B-but this place says otherwise?”

“Ugh…”

In the end, her tightly closed thighs seemed to have opened a path for Fosao.

As he rubbed and touched between her legs, Tia hunched her body even more.

Fosao continued to ask.

“Tia, what d-did you think about when you masturbated?”

“……I don’t know.”

“I t-thought of Tia. Tia’s breasts and pussy. I m-masturbated while imagining touching them… Heh-heh! What about Tia? W-who did you think of?”

“Ugh…”

He saw.

Tia masturbating with clothes stained with his semen.

Smelling that terrible odor. Rubbing her lower abdomen with slender fingers.

After seeing all of it, that’s how he asked.

How laughable it must have been.

Long ago. He had coaxed young Tia and touched her precious place with his thick fingers, which had earned him Tia’s disgust.

Now, seeing Tia smelling his semen and rubbing that place herself.

Was Fosao… thinking he had finally gotten his revenge?

“W-who is it? It’s alright. T-tell me.”

“…”

I know, too.

“…Mister-nim.”

“Huh? W-what? T-tell me properly.”

From now on.

“Fosao Mister-nim…”

there would be no reason for my name to be called.

Fosao’s face contorted with distorted delight.

“Heh-heh. Heh-heh-heh! T-then… we were m-masturbating while thinking of each other, weren’t we?”

“…”

“Don’t worry. Y-you don’t have to masturbate anymore, Tia.”

A large monstrosity was placed on Tia’s fair thighs.

As if it would spring up at any moment, an erect penis was twitching.

Gripping her small shoulders tightly, Fosao got up.

“I’ll f-fill you up.”

As his massive hand snatched the blanket, Tia’s naked body was helplessly revealed.

As expected… the space between her thighs was thoroughly wet.

That place, already stirred once by fingers, was damp and wet, and a slightly sour smell, along with warm air, was rising from it.

Fosao lifted Tia’s hand and kissed it.

Mwah- smack…

Was her claim of being tired true?

With half-lidded eyes, she accepted Fosao’s tongue without any resistance.

As if her mind was drowsy, but her body was aroused, she seemed to be sinking into a hazy pleasure, unable to escape.

And in the act of toying with such a frail and powerless girl….

Fosao was an expert.

As much as he desired, he explored her plump lips, violated her tongue, and kneaded her breasts.

In the distant past.

This house, built personally by Tia’s parents, who were called a beautiful couple.

To raise their precious daughter, whom they loved so dearly, they had designed the house to be wider and cozier than any other in the village.

And where Tia had lived for half a year, leaving a fresh apple scent everywhere.

The interior, meticulously decorated by a dreamer of adventures, and Tia’s meticulous touches remaining everywhere.

Every trace of her life remaining….

In this place, which could be called Tia herself, a pig-like man, with the owner crushed beneath him, was molesting her to his heart’s content.

Far removed from warmth, delicacy, and neatness. Completely unfitting for this house, he pulled out his grotesque penis.

As if staining the innocent girl’s memories with filth… he forcefully thrust it in.

Huff-! Huff-!

Tia’s house had always held a pleasant, refreshing scent, but Fosao’s terrible breath, foul enough to distort memories… completely overwhelmed it.

Here… no beauty remained.

The girl who used to fall asleep and wake up with the pure white cleanliness of a lake fairy was gone.

Now, there was simply a ‘woman’ lying with her legs spread, to receive the large penis that filled her stomach.

Fosao pressed down with his thumb and inserted the tip of his glans.

Hmph-!

Ohh… Huff-!

The glans slid through the opening and plunged in.

Fosao grabbed Tia’s slender waist and slightly lifted her.

Looking down at Tia’s smooth lower abdomen, he adjusted his position once.

Soon after, he began to roughly thrust his hips.

Slap! Slap!

…Ugh. ……Ugh!

Each time he thrust deeply, Tia grimaced and suppressed a groan.

Each time he saw such a reaction, as if wanting to open Tia’s tightly sealed lips, Fosao thrust his hips even harder.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Creak…! Squeak!

The bed, which had supported only the weight of a feather-light girl its entire life, began to shake violently with heavy, rough vibrations it had never experienced before.

As if the owner who had quietly used this bed knew what was happening to her now, it emitted uneasy creaking sounds.

But Fosao had no intention of stopping.

As if he wouldn’t care at all if the bed completely collapsed, he was solely engrossed in thrusting his penis into Tia’s body.

Hoo-! Hoo-! So, so good…

Ugh…. Hmph…! ……Ugh!

Tia’s breathing was erratic.

Upon closer inspection, each time Fosao thrust his hips up, her breath stopped, and when he pulled his hips back down, she frantically gasped for air.

Pitifully… crushed beneath his fat body, she couldn’t breathe properly.

Tia, unable to bear the suffocating feeling, finally opened her mouth.

“……Ah, Mister. Just a moment.”

“Hm? Why?”

Fosao, with his penis still inside her, lifted his head.

“D-did I do something wrong? Is the s-sex not good?”

“The sex… feels good. But…”

Tia, in that position, slightly lifted her body and comfortably exhaled. Once she barely calmed down, she spoke honestly.

“Mister, you’re too heavy… it’s stifling.”

“Whaat?”

“Every time you press down with your stomach… I can’t breathe well.”

Due to the hot air from the brazier and the bed being less flexible than Fosao’s, it seemed to be an ordeal for Tia, who had to bear his full weight.

Although it was essentially a request to stop having sex and just sleep, Fosao did not withdraw his penis but suggested in a whisper.

“Then shall we try a d-different way today?”

“Different way…?”

“Yes. You know, like…”

He grinned and said.

“Like animals ‘mate’.”