Ch.159Witness – 5

My fingers slowly began to dig into the center of her throat. Elysiere watched me with narrowed eyes and a smile that mixed anticipation and excitement. Desire intertwined with pleasure dripped from her pupils.

“No matter what I say or how I react, do not stop under any circumstances. Even if my neck breaks at your hands, I would gladly accept it…”

With each word she spoke, I could feel her vocal cords vibrating slightly against my palm. I wondered why she hadn’t created a safe word, but perhaps she truly didn’t care what happened.

“Alright.”

Though I answered like that, I had no real intention of going that far. Of course not. I’m not crazy. I was simply playing along with what Elysiere wanted.

I applied pressure with my fingers again. My thumb began to compress her right carotid artery, while my other four fingers pressed into her left carotid.

“Nngh…”

Her pleasure-filled smile deepened. It was a stark contrast to her increasingly labored gasps as oxygen became scarce.

As her throat was compressed more firmly, her lips repeatedly moved, struggling to draw in air through her significantly narrowed airway.

Between those movements, her small, red tongue trembled visibly.

—More…

The lips that had been desperately trying to suck in oxygen suddenly moved in a different direction. Then they formed a single word with a seductive smile.

—Harder.

Her face was already turning bright red, yet she wanted more. I laughed inwardly.

But Elysiere’s expression was stained with pleasure rather than pain, and she genuinely seemed to be enjoying the situation, so I couldn’t refuse her request.

“Kuhak…!”

I lifted Elysiere up just like that.

Her enormous female form, standing 180cm tall—tall enough that when wearing high heels, her eye level matched mine—floated up. Her bare toes curled briefly before stretching out.

My fingers gripping her neck tightened around her carotid arteries to a dangerous degree. If I applied even slightly more pressure, the blood flow to her brain would be cut off, and she would begin to lose consciousness.

Being a demon race several times more resilient than humans, she would endure for quite a while before that happened, but even the current Elysiere, no longer the Demon King she once was, couldn’t escape the laws of physics.

It would only prolong her suffering.

“Krrk…”

A sound like something boiling escaped painfully from her throat. Despite being under the dark blue night sky, her gradually reddening face was incredibly vivid.

Saliva pooled in her mouth couldn’t go down her throat and instead flowed out through her lips, wetting my hand. Tears gathered in her eyes to the limit of what could maintain a round shape.

Her hands, which had been playfully grabbing my wrists, were now gripping with considerable force, and her two legs suspended in the air twitched back and forth slightly. To anyone watching, she appeared to be writhing in pain.

However, her crescent moon-shaped eyes, curved into a smile, told me that Elysiere was clearly receiving pleasure from the choking pain she was experiencing.

“Kuk… keok…”

I squeezed her throat harder. Finally, the intermittent moans changed to a discordant choking sound. The strength left her right hand, which had been pushing my hand against her lower abdomen.

“Oh, you want me to do the other part too? Sorry. I forgot. This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

“Kkek… kehuk…”

But I didn’t remove my hand from her lower abdomen. Instead, I caressed the area where her womb would be more firmly, causing her toes to repeatedly curl and uncurl.

I pressed her lower abdomen strongly with my index, middle, and ring fingers. The pressure was so intense that if I had used my nails instead of my fingertips, it would have left three crescent-shaped marks on her skin.

“Keuuk… kik…”

As if trying to directly stimulate the womb inside, I repeatedly pressed her lower abdomen upward. Elysiere painfully exhaled moans with oxygen that was barely enough for breathing.

“…!!!!!!”

Then suddenly, I jabbed so hard that my fingernails almost disappeared into her lower abdomen. When this pressure, incomparable to what came before, was applied, Elysiere jerked her body and released a silent scream.

The teardrops that had been precariously gathered in her eyes rolled down. A pleasure-filled smile appeared on her face.

Elysiere was still smiling.

Even as my fingers tightened around her neck as if to break it, and as I pressed her lower abdomen as if trying to crush her womb, she wore a smile drunk with pleasure.

Watching Elysiere like this, a strange emotion welled up inside me. Whether it should be called elation, or if there’s another word to describe this feeling, I’m not sure.

Either way, I felt like I wanted to continue this situation.

“Kruk… kik…”

My hand gripping her neck finally began to cut off her carotid arteries. Her half-open lips, which had been drooling and wetting my hand, slowly curved upward.

As if she had been waiting for this moment, I bent my arm holding her neck. The distance between her flailing body and me suddenly decreased.

I slowly caressed her slightly protruding lower abdomen, where her womb would be. Like petting an animal.

Each time my palm and fingers pressed down on her lower abdomen, putting pressure on her womb, her toes curled and uncurled. After staring at that cute sight for a moment, I made a fist.

“…Hehit.”

When the fingers stimulating her lower abdomen changed to a fist, Elysiere trembled with a foolish smile. She seemed to have guessed what was coming next.

Her soft, pliable lower abdomen tensed and hardened. I lowered my voice and whispered words in her ear that I knew she would enjoy.

“Relax. Before I really crush it.”

Elysiere’s brain seemed to understand those words properly despite gasping for oxygen. She was desperately trying to make her lower abdomen soft again with a sloppy smile.

Her efforts soon bore fruit. I pressed my fist against her newly softened lower abdomen in various spots. Each time my fist slightly compressed her womb, her body shuddered.

I slowly pulled my arm back. Seeming to realize what was about to happen, Elysiere smiled on her oxygen-deprived, bright red face. She spat out the saliva pooled in her mouth with a “bae” sound.

As if trying to provoke me.

I clenched my left hand that I had pulled back. It wasn’t a position where I could exert much force, but that was better. I didn’t want to lose control and have to use healing magic on an Elysiere bleeding from below.

I moved my arm. My tightly clenched left fist slammed into her lower abdomen, transmitting the shock all the way to her womb.

—THWACK!

“Keuk… ah, ak…!”

Elysiere squeezed out a scream with the minuscule amount of oxygen remaining in her lungs. Her body stiffened, and tears streamed down her bright red face.

It wasn’t over yet. Before the aftershocks of pain and pleasure could fade, I pulled my arm back again and struck her tensed lower abdomen once more with my fist. It was exactly the same spot as the first impact.

“Keo… he, heu…”

Elysiere was smiling while drooling.

Even though her face was turning dangerously red from oxygen deprivation, and her lower abdomen was stiffening from pain as if her womb was being crushed, her expression remained happily soaked in pleasure.

“Keuk…!”

I firmly pressed the lower abdomen that had swollen red after just two punches. A painful moan escaped. When the swelling subsided, it would surely leave a dark bruise.

The price for offering up that precious place, which exists only in women—meant to bear, nurture, and raise children—as a mere means for obtaining pleasure.

“Keua, eut…!”

I pressed the bruised area once more. Elysiere tried to let out a painful scream. But her oxygen-starved brain wouldn’t allow such a waste, and the scream came out absurdly weak.

I shifted my gaze to my right hand. If I applied just a little more force, her neck would break. Although Elysiere wasn’t a weak or fragile woman, she wasn’t strong enough to withstand my full strength either.

At least, not the current Elysiere.

“Be quiet.”

—THWACK!

“Keureuk…!”

Even though she was already more than quiet enough, even though her oxygen-deprived lungs and brain were just struggling to survive while enduring the pain laced with pleasure, I struck her lower abdomen once more for no reason.

As the impact that seemed to crush her womb was delivered, Elysiere let out a choke that couldn’t even become a sound. Her lower abdomen, swollen red after just three punches, radiated heat.

“Heu, hek… keureuru…”

Elysiere didn’t seem to care about the warnings her body was sending.

Even as she writhed from the terrible pain rising from her lower abdomen, choking and gasping for air while tears and saliva streamed down, she was still smiling with pleasure.

Despite her face growing increasingly red and her breathing becoming fainter in inverse proportion, the smile formed by her eyes and mouth showed no signs of fading.

“Does it feel good?”

I asked with partial sincerity.

Hearing my question, Elysiere gave no answer. Instead, she carefully guided my left hand, which had been resting after completing its role, between her legs.

My fingertips touched her black lingerie, which had become damp and soggy. Elysiere didn’t stop there and slowly traced both of her thighs.

The sticky fluid that had overflowed beyond what her underwear could contain was trickling down her thighs.

“…”

Elysiere slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on the bed where she had first lain down, and Mira had disappeared somewhere.

She was about to touch her neck and lift her negligee to check her lower abdomen when she paused. Her breasts blocked the view below. With no choice, she got up and headed to the full-length mirror.

There were no remaining wounds.

There was absolutely no trace left on her neck where fingers had dug in deeply, nor on her lower abdomen which had been punched with full force.

It seemed Mira had healed her while she was unconscious. He didn’t have to do that. Elysiere clicked her tongue in disappointment.

“Haaa…”

Returning to the bed, Elysiere exhaled a breath full of ecstasy.

As expected, it was the best.

She hadn’t felt such an exhilarating sensation even once since entering this world.

Recalling the sensation of nearly dying from oxygen deprivation, the feeling of her neck being squeezed as if her cervical vertebrae might break, and the impact on her lower abdomen as if her womb was being crushed—ecstasy washed over her.

She understood now why the expression “throbbing womb” existed. She wanted to feel that terrible pain again. She wanted to gasp with pleasure while being driven to the brink of death.

‘This could become a habit.’

Realizing that no matter how she tried to choke herself or press her lower abdomen, she couldn’t recreate that exquisite feeling, Elysiere sensed her future.

‘Come to think of it…’

It seemed that from the middle of it all, Mira’s eyes had shown slight excitement too. She couldn’t be certain because she had been busy being choked and punched in the abdomen, but still.

If what Elysiere saw was correct, it could be a major turning point in their ambiguous relationship.

Whether objectively or subjectively, in terms of appearance alone, hadn’t he calmly resisted women who could hold their own anywhere, who clung to him, exposed their skin, and rubbed against him?

Mira was someone slightly off-kilter, to the point where he himself admitted his mind was somewhat strange, rather than having great patience.

Elysiere looked back at the three who were still huddled together, mistaking each other for different people while sleeping in an embrace. What were their inclinations again?

‘There shouldn’t be any problems.’

None of the three seemed likely to be obstacles to her plan. Elysiere nodded with satisfaction.