Ch.228Duel (5)

It was around the time Melody received her first sex education.

Melody’s “virginity” and the value derived from her beautiful appearance were assets that the Dueling School could potentially exploit, which is why she underwent basic sex education.

Despite being a Dueling School with high educational standards, it was a late introduction, but Melody hadn’t really paid much attention to it.

If she had paid attention to anything, it was what she heard during that education.

The duelist who handled Melody’s sex education said that when Melody’s value had sufficiently matured, she would either be used as a means to bring in outside bloodlines.

Or she would be given in marriage to someone who could become the legitimate heir and next head of the Dueling School.

He didn’t say it exactly like that, but rather spoke in roundabout terms, but Melody was quite intelligent.

She immediately understood what kind of existence she was and what was planned for her.

So Melody hoped. That the moment of her deflowering would be at least less painful.

That her partner would have at least one aspect she found appealing.

Later, after escaping from the Dueling School, her wishes changed. She hoped that moment would be as romantic as possible.

A kiss so deep she could taste the wine they’d drunk before, an embrace so warm it heated the bed as their bodies melted together.

And at the end, sharing love, with him desperately wanting her, and her desperately wanting him.

She wanted to confirm their mutual affection in that way.

Though she didn’t know what her future lover would be like, she wanted to spend the night in his arms and fall asleep exhausted.

She hadn’t thought much about what would come after, but she had a vague idea.

Every night she would fall asleep with him, and on days when they felt like it, they would hungrily explore their love.

She thought she would have the kind of love worthy of being sung about.

She was certain she would never be used like some kind of tool.

And her dream came true only halfway.

Melody was being handled like a tool, but it wasn’t quite accurate to call her just a tool.

She shuddered, gasping and moaning as she writhed her body with each exhaled breath.

An overwhelming pleasure was sweeping through her. The storm was too powerful for her to maintain her senses.

‘My stomach feels like it’s going to detach.’

Would it feel like this if someone put a heated iron inside and stirred it around? She pressed her forehead against Llewellyn’s wet chest, her eyes wide open.

A moan close to a scream erupted. Before she could even fully release that moan, the glans repeatedly thrust upward, crushing against her womb as if trying to break it.

Tears flowed. There was no coquetry in her screams, only moans that truly sounded like she was dying.

What was more terrible was that pain wasn’t everything.

What approached with increasing clarity was pleasure.

An intense pleasure that completely stole her mind and made her endure this deflowering that had absolutely nothing romantic about it.

It was growing like a snowball gaining mass as it rolled down a slope.

She was swept away by it. More precisely, only her mind was.

Her body was held firmly by Llewellyn, unable to move an inch.

No, it hurts, let me rest.

Something feels strange. I think I’m going crazy.

There was no time to say such things. When she opened her mouth to speak, all kinds of moans and cries filled her throat and spilled out before any words could.

Her body shook violently. With each shake, her mind was also jolted.

The impact seemed to not only shake her mind completely but steal it away. Ah, ugh, aah, the sounds that came out when she opened her mouth were met with Llewellyn’s whisper.

“Focus on what’s inside.”

She didn’t want to. Even without consciously focusing, the pleasure was so fierce she wasn’t in her right mind, so how could she possibly do that?

But contrary to her will, her body, her mind automatically focused inside. With his whispered words, his manhood thrust up with a thud, pounding her womb once more.

Though just for a moment, her eyeballs rolled behind her closed eyelids. The shock made her mind go blank, and pleasure tingled through her groin.

Hmm, a sweet breath escaped, and Melody unconsciously became aware of his manhood.

She could feel the manhood deeply embedded inside her.

A vague knowledge surfaced. When sexually aroused, a woman’s uterus rises, increasing the length of the vagina.

Therefore, even a woman with a small body can accommodate a male organ if the dimensions aren’t drastically different.

But this was a size that made one wonder if it could really fit. It was a miracle that it had entered.

It wouldn’t be strange to say it had barely fit. Melody could feel the manhood filling her tightly, both in thickness and length.

If it had been any larger, she would have torn. Melody sensed this and tried to ask him to pause for a moment, but instead released a whimpering moan.

‘This feels strange.’

It’s not that she had no experience with masturbation. She had done it quite often while imagining her first experience.

Recently, Llewellyn had been the subject of those fantasies, and after secretly watching him with Isla once, that scene had added resolution to her imagination.

She had thought that if it ever happened, it might be better to start small and let it grow. Now those thoughts were meaningless.

‘It feels good.’

She was conscious of Llewellyn’s manhood filling her, and she mentally traced its shape and size moving inside her with an invisible vision.

It withdraws. He pulls it out until only the glans remains caught at the entrance, and each time he does, strength enters her waist and her body flinches.

Saliva dripped from her open mouth, and tears streamed down her face.

She had no control. She could only focus on his manhood.

‘Even when I was first stabbed with a sword, it wasn’t like this.’

Melody thought this as she felt his manhood penetrating deeper than any sword.

It forcibly splits her convoluted vaginal walls. The glans is so large that when it catches at the entrance and stops, it feels as if several vaginal walls are being forcibly inverted, making her unconsciously stiffen her neck and burst into cries of pleasure.

And that’s not all. The fact that the glans has caught on the vaginal wall and stopped means it will advance again. When Melody’s vagina contracts and tightly squeezes his manhood, Llewellyn exhales pleasure-mixed breaths into Melody’s ear and thrusts his hips up again.

The vaginal walls split. Just the closed walls rubbing against each other feels so good that moans escape, but now a thick pillar fills those vaginal walls.

When the path split open by the glans narrows again, the shaft pulses and rubs against the vaginal walls.

The sensation of the entire vaginal wall being rubbed simultaneously. Melody knew she had already become a body that could never return to what she was before.

Even if she and Llewellyn were to have a falling out and separate, she would never be able to forget this manhood, this sensation.

The deeply penetrating manhood, the glans pressing against the end of the vaginal wall beyond the cervix like a battering ram.

“Hngh, ah, hic, ah…!”

As incomplete moans escaped and she hunched her shoulders, Llewellyn grabbed and kneaded Melody’s buttocks while moving his hips.

It wasn’t just about pulling out and thrusting in. Melody, who had buried her face in Llewellyn’s chest, opened her eyes wide again and continuously released cries of pleasure.

A movement like drawing a large, incomplete circle. As Llewellyn skillfully moved his hips, the glans that had been perfectly pressing against the cervix from behind now scraped the inside, scratching the vagina.

It truly felt like this part existed specifically for this purpose.

Not painful at all, only intensely pleasurable—a manhood that was firm yet sufficiently soft.

It rubbed Melody’s inexperienced vagina, and the glans scraped the vaginal wall in the lower abdomen area.

As the suddenly gushing love juices and the saliva that unconsciously came from her mouth fell into the bath and onto Llewellyn’s chest respectively, Llewellyn now pounded the vaginal wall beyond the cervix with rapid back-and-forth movements.

It felt like her tears were being drawn out. Melody trembled her waist with pleasure that subjectively felt longer than her entire life. Her legs had already lost strength, and her waist had already given out, unable to properly exert force.

Similar to when she once received a strong blow and twisted her waist, but with a stronger sense of compulsion.

The feeling of joints melting, not pain. Melody felt she was melting from the inside, becoming one with Llewellyn.

‘I like it.’

Though she couldn’t say it, that’s how she felt. It felt too good. She soon noticed that pleasure was stronger than pain.

She was swept away, not even knowing what words were coming out of her mouth.

“I like it too.”

She seemed to have said she liked it. Though she didn’t realize it, Llewellyn couldn’t possibly ignore Melody’s flirtatious behavior and displays of affection, so he embarrassedly replied and embraced her tightly.

Being embraced like that, she felt like she was being ‘fucked.’

It was an extremely vulgar term, but Melody knew no better expression. Shedding tears, drooling saliva, and secreting love juices twice as much, she was used like a tool on top of Llewellyn’s stomach.

His manhood swells. She opened her eyes wide again at the enlarged manhood due to the fluid flowing along the urethral opening. Already heated to the extreme with sexual sensation, she had climaxed more than a dozen times from such a subtle difference.

Easily 3 times per second. As she trembled her waist with sounds of choking and gasping for breath, Llewellyn seemed about to stop, but seeing Melody awkwardly moving her buttocks while throwing a tantrum, he couldn’t resist.

“Ah, n-no, n-not, aah…!”

An expression and tongue that had melted beyond being relaxed. Llewellyn gritted his teeth and violently trampled Melody’s womb with his manhood.

“Hngh, mmm…!”

The golden nightingale, the most beautiful duelist.

Among other various epithets, the beautiful girl became a woman from a girl, and in return, she climaxed disgracefully with all sorts of unseemly behaviors and received semen in her womb.

Gulp, gulp. The sound resonating from inside was clearly audible to Melody. She coughed and released a long, sticky moan through her gritted teeth.

Semen fills her inside. It moves along the vagina as if there was too much to fit in the womb.

No, it’s the manhood that’s moving. Llewellyn thrust several times even while ejaculating, and Melody clutched at Llewellyn’s skin, digging in her nails. It was a reflexive response.

Although it was skin that wouldn’t be pierced by Melody’s weak strength anyway, Melody felt sorry.

She tried to say she was sorry, but even speaking was difficult. As she whispered, “I’m sowwy, sowwy,” with her loosened tongue, Llewellyn said,

“…You’re really fucking horny.”

Melody’s cognitive and intellectual abilities upon hearing those words were worse than an infant’s.

She couldn’t even make obvious and logical inferences, and she blankly looked up at Llewellyn.

Then she realized she was now outside the bathtub.

She could see the floor. Just a moment ago she had seen Llewellyn’s body, but now it was different.

Inside felt empty. A sense of emptiness as if her internal organs had been taken. She fumblingly reached back with her hand, but her wrist was caught.

“Everything that happens from now on… is all Melody’s fault. Do you understand?”

Her spine tingled. Something deeply permeating Llewellyn’s tone made Melody’s body shudder.

But it didn’t stop. Melody immediately released a long cry of pleasure at the sensation penetrating deep inside her.

Pleasure so intense it could almost be perceived as pain. Melody let out a long moan and went limp, and Llewellyn paused for a moment while holding her waist.

Having climaxed too much, Melody didn’t notice. Even if she had, she would have thought he was being considerate.

The reality was different. Llewellyn was staring down at Melody.

“No… no…”

Despite saying she didn’t want it and asking him to pull out, Melody was moving her hips.

Pulling her buttocks taut and rhythmically pushing her hips back, making creaking sounds as she impaled herself. Llewellyn wasn’t even moving.

Self-impaling, Melody wore a hazy smile.

Though she was acting as if Llewellyn was forcing her, that wasn’t the case. Llewellyn opened his mouth and then let out a hollow laugh.

“Pull out, pull…”

“Why don’t you stop moving your hips before you speak.”

Tightly squeezing all the way to the root greedily, yet saying she wants him to pull out.

Llewellyn said he would grant her wish and pulled his hips back long before thrusting forward.

“Kuh, mmm…”

Gradually, coquetry mixed into her voice. Having screamed cries of pleasure close to screams several times, her hoarse voice had lost its strength.

All that remained was pure lust and coquetry. As Melody moved her hips stickily and released heated breaths, Llewellyn grabbed her buttocks.

Small buttocks. Though her pelvis was quite substantial compared to her frame, they could definitely be described as small.

That small body was being pressed down by Llewellyn’s large frame and randomly thrust into.

“Ah, ah, mmm, ha, hya-h, hehit.”

Even laughter mixed in. Words like feeling good or liking it flowed out mixed with moans, so Llewellyn thrust roughly enough to make Melody’s body shake back and forth.

Slap!

And that wasn’t all. When he lightly slapped her buttocks, Melody squeezed the root of the manhood inside her vagina as if trying to cut it off while squirting her juices.

The juices that escaped with a hissing sound were lukewarm compared to the bathwater. It stimulated his testicles in a way that felt like seduction.

It felt as if she was asking him to fill her inside right now, to plant his seed.

Llewellyn grabbed Melody’s reddened buttocks and thrust his hips forward violently.

His reason was gradually blurring with the sweet moans. There was only a girl being swept away by fierce pleasure, with no trace of her usual intellectual demeanor or wisdom.

Even that Melody was a woman. Llewellyn was considerably excited by the fact that Melody, who didn’t even have romance options in the game, was whimpering beneath him.

If he came like this, no, he had already come inside.

He wanted to impregnate her, to make her belly swell with his seed. That thought turned into excitement that made his testicles boil.

Semen welled up along the urethral opening that had wilted due to the previous ejaculation. Llewellyn felt the gradually approaching sensation of ejaculation and pressed his hips to the deepest point.

He stopped even the movement of his hips to quietly plant his seed to impregnate Melody. Llewellyn paused for a moment, exhaling heated breaths.

And so the semen poured out. It was poured into Melody’s womb, which had never before admitted any foreign object.

The semen that gushed out in gulps reached the deepest wall of the vagina through the urethral opening, filling the spaces between the folds, and Melody, barely closing her eyes that seemed about to roll back completely, was conscious of her vagina.

Melody felt a faint sense of foreign matter drifting through her body.

It was semen. The semen of her beloved Llewellyn, and probably the seed that would give her new life.

She saw her future. Her belly swelling, carrying Llewellyn’s child inside.

Before that, joining bodies with Llewellyn countless times, releasing ugly cries of pleasure to satisfy his sexual desires like a tool.

She reached climax just from that imagination. Curling her toes and gritting her teeth, she trembled violently while bracing against the wall of the bath.

Even when she opened her mouth, only moans came out. Melody’s reason blurred to the point that she momentarily lost consciousness.

Squelch, semen flows down along the crevice following the withdrawn manhood. As the blend of semen and love juices dripped onto the bath, Llewellyn hardened his manhood again and spread Melody’s buttocks.

As the small yet sufficiently large buttocks were spread, Melody’s hazy moans filled the silent bathhouse.

The vaginal opening was pulsing as if asking to be used again. Llewellyn did not refuse that offer.

Only one fact bore a sense of reality.

Tomorrow, Melody would not be able to walk.