Ch.294Side Story: Elysier’s First Experience – All Ages Version

This chapter is an all-ages version of the adult chapter “Side Story: Elysiere’s First Experience.”

Adult readers who can view the adult chapter may skip this.

“I remember. Of course.”

At my answer, Elysiere snorted as if to say ‘see?’ I’m not sure why she thinks that’s something to be proud of.

“If one were to conceive a new life, wouldn’t such acts need to cease? Even after birth, one must focus on childcare, so restraint would be necessary for several years. Therefore, one should plan to delay conception and enjoy oneself thoroughly beforehand. That you cannot understand such obvious logic shows how far you still have to go.”

“You’re really something else. That’s your reason?”

“Not just me alone. Leona and Latina also succumb to lust and are always clinging to each other.”

“At least those two have the decency to be embarrassed afterward. Not brazenly confident like you.”

“Don’t you realize that their behavior is actually more perverse?”

Elysiere clicked her tongue softly. It felt strange to be lectured like this, especially by Elysiere of all people, and about matters of lust.

“Acting shamelessly due to overwhelming desire and then feeling embarrassed afterward, versus being confident in oneself regardless of the situation. Which tendency is more perverse is obvious. Don’t you think?”

“……”

Thinking about it, she might have a point.

Seeing that I didn’t respond, Elysiere’s pride seemed to swell even more. She gently pressed against the hand gripping her neck and pushed against the hand on her lower abdomen, whispering suggestively:

“Recall our first experience. What should truly be defined as more perverse behavior?”

“…Keh, keugh… hnnng.”

Despite choking and gasping for air, Elysiere looked up at me with a lewd smile. She was remarkably composed for someone who had just been on the verge of asphyxiation.

Gently brushing aside her sweat-dampened purple hair, I spoke:

“Let me make this clear: I have no intention of breaking any part of you, making you bleed, or going beyond that, as you just suggested. No matter how much you might enjoy it, and even with healing magic available, absolutely not. Understood?”

I made sure to be firm. Honestly, I think I might have some sadistic tendencies myself. I couldn’t deny it completely. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be going along with this situation.

But getting excited while drawing blood, breaking, tearing apart, and torturing another human being was an entirely different matter.

“I know you’re not that kind of person. I would be satisfied with this much if that’s what you prefer. However, I have one question.”

“What is it?”

“Would breaking off a horn fall under the category of breaking something?”

Elysiere tilted her horns as if showing them off. The black horns, which curved clockwise before extending outward again, gleamed sharply.

“……”

I stood there speechless. Breaking arms or legs was obviously off-limits. The same went for fingers. But horns? Wouldn’t breaking horns not even cause bleeding?

Yet permitting it solely because it wouldn’t bleed seemed like an ambiguous issue in itself.

“You’re hesitating, Mira.”

As if she’d found an opening, Elysiere grinned broadly. With a natural motion, she lifted her negligee. The semi-transparent fabric that barely concealed her body anyway was pushed aside.

“In that case, I suppose we’ll have to find out with my body directly. If you won’t break anything or draw blood, then conversely, anything less than that is permitted, is it not?”

After a moment’s consideration, I lifted her body and headed toward the terrace. Elysiere remained docile on my shoulder, allowing herself to be carried away.

I gently set her down on the terrace. As if she’d been waiting for this, Elysiere leaned against the railing, showing off her figure. Her body gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight.

Her voluptuous chest, slightly larger than Rosaria’s despite their similar height, her full yet firm hips and buttocks, and her private area already becoming moist beneath her undergarments.

I moved closer. Since she was nearly as tall as me, neither of us had to look up or down at the other.

“No regrets?”

“As if. I can accept any violence you inflict upon me.”

“I told you I won’t do that…”

We kissed. It was somewhat ironic that choking and stomach punching had preceded kissing, but Elysiere enjoyed it, so that was fine.

The kiss was brief, merely confirming our mutual feelings. As our lips parted, Elysiere stroked my gradually swelling groin through my pants as if asking what I planned to do next.

I crossed her wrists in an X-shape, bound them with magical rope, and lifted her crossed arms above her head.

I bent her elbows and moved her crossed wrists behind her neck. This exposed her armpits, which had been covered by the negligee and her forearms. Like everything else about her, they were flawlessly clean without a single blemish.

Finally, I positioned her crossed wrists behind her neck and extended the rope to wrap around her neck as well. As the mana rope encircled her neck, Elysiere’s face flushed with excitement.

It was designed so that moving her arms beyond a certain angle would pull the rope and tighten around her neck. The catch was that this “certain angle” was extremely small. Essentially, any movement would result in choking.

And I had no intention of leaving Elysiere alone.

“Are you trying to torment me?”

“That’s right. The moment you can’t bear it and try to move your arms, the rope will tighten. So try to endure it well.”

People instinctively move their arms when stimulated somewhere. I wondered how long she could last like this.

Though knowing Elysiere, she probably wouldn’t even try to resist.

“I’m starting.”

First, I lightly kissed Elysiere’s forehead, then continued with kisses to other areas, moving down one by one. Forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, then the nape of her neck.

I pressed my lips to her nape, and instead of pulling away, I paused and inhaled. Her body trembled.

“Mmh!”

“You smell nice, Elysiere.”

“…Is that something to say while smelling my collarbone? How perverted.”

“Look who’s talking?”

I inhaled once more and moved to the side. To her exposed armpit. I kissed it and licked it with my tongue, causing Elysiere to flinch and twist her body in surprise.

“What are you lick— Keugh?!”

She made a choking sound. She must have moved her arms as well.

“I told you that would be trouble.”

I continued kissing and licking her armpit for quite some time. Elysiere twisted her body back and forth, repeatedly choking and gasping for breath.

After giving the other armpit the same treatment, I pulled my face away. Both armpits were now glistening with saliva. Elysiere was catching her breath, tears forming in her eyes.

“You look cute when you’re embarrassed too.”

“Such a perverse tast— ugh.”

I cut off her words with another kiss, this time mixing in some tongue, before moving downward. I deliberately made sucking sounds as I lowered my head into her cleavage.

While gently caressing the pink circles, I kissed her sternum, abdomen, and navel in sequence. Elysiere’s body tensed up stiffly.

I knelt on one knee and brought my face to her lower abdomen. I gently caressed the slightly raised area of her lower abdomen, as if showcasing the womb inside.

After kissing the spot where her womb was located, I pressed my cheek against it. The warmth I had felt with my palm flowed directly into my cheek.

“Nngh… wh-what are you doing… since earlier…!”

“I was asking if your womb is pulsating and begging to be hit, as you said. But I don’t hear anything.”

“…You truly do have perverse tastes.”

Smiling, I stood up and stroked Elysiere for a moment before grabbing her neck along with the rope.

“Kugh…?!”

“Me having perverse tastes? That’s rich coming from you, Elysiere.”

As I applied pressure with my right hand gripping her neck, her face rapidly reddened. Her arms, fixed behind her in a bent position, struggled, and her toes curled with tension. My fingers dug deeper into her neck.

“Hmm? You’re enjoying this too, aren’t you?”

“Grrrk…”

The sound of bubbling saliva escaped from her blocked throat as oxygen leaked out. Looking at her bright red face, I applied even more pressure.

I squeezed just short of breaking bone, then briefly relaxed my grip. Elysiere desperately struggled to draw in oxygen through the slightly loosened opening. I counted to three internally and blocked it again.

A sufficient amount of oxygen to prolong life, but far from enough for comfortable breathing, flowed into her body, amplifying the pain. Her already red face grew even more flushed.

“You’re beautiful, Elysiere. Truly beautiful.”

I lightly kissed her face, which was drooling and grinning despite her condition. My other hand, which had been rubbing lower, moved up to press against her lower abdomen. Elysiere must have noticed this was a signal.

My fingers were gradually curling into a fist.

“So beautiful, yet why are your tastes so perverted?”

As my fingers completely clenched into a fist, Elysiere grinned. The corners of her eyes curved as much as possible. Her bright red face was colored with anticipation and excitement.

I pulled my arm back slightly, then simultaneously tightened my grip on her neck and drove my fist into her lower abdomen with full force.

—THUD!

“Nnnggh?!”

My fist struck precisely at her lower abdomen, crushing down on her womb. It was a direct hit. I could feel it through my hand.

“Grrk… grrrk…”

Elysiere made a frothing sound and arched her back. Her arms flailed, tightening the rope around her neck even more. Her already bright red face looked like it might burst at any moment.

I lightly kissed her lips and checked below. The spot where my fist had just struck was turning dark blue, almost black. The bruise expanded instantly, larger than my fist.

I placed my palm over the bruised area. I could feel the heat radiating from it. When I pressed down on the bruise, a pained moan escaped her: “Hnnngh.” I pressed a few more times before removing my hand.

“Are you going to stop after just one hit?”

Before waiting for an answer, I raised my arm again.

—THUD! THUD!

“Mmmmph! Nnnnngh!”

As my fist struck the already bruised area two, three times in succession, Elysiere expelled her last remaining oxygen in a muffled scream. I stopped after exactly three more hits.

Her lower abdomen felt somewhat soft, but it should still be fine. Of course it would be, given how she was panting with pleasure. If something were seriously wrong, I would have stopped long ago.

The magical rope binding her wrists could be undone anytime if she wanted. She wasn’t doing so because she was still fine. I deliberately pressed on the bruised area to intensify the pain while choking her.

—Drip…

“Huh?”

While touching the spreading bruise with its radiating heat, I heard an unexpected liquid sound and looked down.

Through the gap in her undergarments, fluid was streaming down.

The transparent liquid flowed down her thighs, creating a small puddle on the terrace. This seemed to embarrass even Elysiere, as she tried to close her thighs, but appeared too weak to do so effectively.

“What’s this? You’re getting off on this? Being choked and having your womb hit? Hmm?”

—THUD! THUD!

“Kyahak! Keugh!”

Her body, which had been trying to close her thighs, twisted in various directions. Tears welled up in her reddened eyes. No matter how unusual her sexual preferences might be, being hit hard enough to bruise her lower abdomen must be painful.

“…Hee, hee.”

It should be painful, and yet.

Elysiere was smiling with pleasure even as she shed tears, drooled, and twisted her body. I looked at her with an expression of disgust before releasing my grip.

“Cough! Cough! Keugh!”

As her blocked airway opened, Elysiere collapsed onto the floor and coughed violently.

The rope connected to her wrists was still choking her neck, but it was nothing compared to my hand. It merely forced her into a somewhat awkward but more sensual posture.

Before she could ask why I’d stopped, I undid the front of my pants.

Elysiere moved her body with an expression that suggested she couldn’t care less about such things.

She obediently knelt on the floor, sat in front of my member, and opened her mouth with a “heh.” The saliva pooled between her crimson mucous membrane and tongue shimmered in an enchanting color under the dim moonlight.

“That’s right. You know well.”

“Cough! Keugh! Kehek! Cough!”

In other words, I had performed my role very well.

As soon as what had filled her mouth withdrew, Elysiere coughed violently, then looked up at me with a grinning face covered in tears and saliva.

That face showed no trace of a woman who had been on the verge of death by asphyxiation just moments ago. There was only a masochist reveling in the pleasure of asphyxiation.

Sticking out her tongue and dripping saliva, Elysiere grinned and awkwardly turned her body around, still with her hands bound.

Her posture changed. From kneeling, she bent forward, pressing her head to the ground and slightly raising her buttocks.

“Alright. I’ll do as you want.”

After all, oral wasn’t enough for me either.

“You came just from being penetrated once. Are you a pervert?”

“……”

“Right. You are a pervert. Silly question.”

I massaged her buttocks, enjoying the soft sensation for a moment before positioning myself to move my hips. Then suddenly, a better idea occurred to me.

“Kik?!”

I pulled on her crossed wrists.

Elysiere let out a death cry. Since I pulled on her bound wrists, her connected neck was inevitably dragged along. The rope dug into her neck as her upper body, which had been pressed to the ground, was forcibly pulled up.

With her upper body supported by the rope connected to her neck, it was, somewhat exaggeratedly, a posture not unlike a hanging.

I couldn’t see her expression, but it was likely one of two things: either moaning in pain from the choking, or moaning in pleasure. Personally, I’d bet on the latter.

“Unggh?! Huk, kak! Ehit!”

I began to move my hips.

After a while, my attention was drawn elsewhere. To the horns moving in sync with her shaking head. After watching them for a moment, I grasped one with my free hand.

“Mi, rahak…!”

Elysiere’s body reacted once more.

As we both tensed our bodies to support each other, not wanting to collapse from the pleasure felt in our lower bodies—

—Crack.

I heard the sound of the horn I was holding cracking. Startled, I tried to release my grip, but the sudden pleasure of her inner walls tightening made me unconsciously apply more force.

—CRACK!

And then, the horn broke off completely.

“……”

While I stared blankly at the horn I had completely torn off, the pleasure gradually subsided.

I released the hand that had been pulling the rope. With both supports gone, her upper body fell heavily onto the terrace. Her compressed breasts bulged out between her armpits.

“Heuk… hnnng…”

Elysiere rubbed the place where one horn had broken off against the terrace floor, then twisted her body and turned to look at me from a side-lying position.

Her tear-soaked eyes were smiling.

“…How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident?”

“And how many times must I tell you that I prefer to think it was intentional?”

If Rosaria had heard that, she would have gone ballistic, realizing there was someone even more perverted than herself right here.