Ch.93The Third Flower (2)

SQUEEEEEZE—

‘How can she be this stro— ugh…!’

Jeanne’s hand covering my mouth applies even more pressure. She seems determined not to hear any objections.

I wonder if there will be bright red hand marks on my mouth once she removes it?

“Just… just stay still for a moment. Yes, see those decorations hanging from the ceiling? They’re quite pretty, aren’t they? If you could just observe them for a brief moment—”

‘It’s not like I’m counting spots or something…’

This reminds me of novels and comics I occasionally read in my previous life. Is this what they call convergent evolution?

Besides, I’ve seen those decorations so many times that they no longer excite m—

RIIIIIP—

“Mmph!?”

My indoor clothes are easily torn away by Jeanne’s left hand.

The inside is made of tough cotton and the outside is thin but durable leather, so it should be quite sturdy—how did she tear it with just one hand…?

“Ugh… it’s really difficult with just one hand after all…”

Rip— Riiiip—

“Mmm…”

After tearing my clothes, Jeanne now starts ripping her own.

While verbally complaining about how difficult it is, she’s using one hand to tear her cotton maid uniform into long strips as easily as peeling an apple.

How is she doing that with just one hand…? She’s completely superhuman, no, beyond human.

“Now… I’m going to remove my hand, but you mustn’t do anything strange, okay…?”

“…”

Having created strips of cloth of suitable length, Jeanne brings her nose right up to mine and looks into my eyes as she says this.

And her eyes are terrifyingly empty.

With the sunset and her back to the light source, I thought I’d seen wrong for a moment, but I hadn’t. Jeanne’s pupils are so deep you can’t see the bottom.

“Ahem…! Haaah… Jeanne… if you stop now, we can pretend this never happened, so—”

Slurp—

“—…Jeanne?”

Straddling my stomach, Jeanne takes the hand that was covering my mouth and brings it to her own lips, then begins licking it with her tongue and lips.

Behind her slender fingers, her red tongue appears and disappears, occasionally slipping between her fingers with a sticky, wet sound. She looks like a drug addict desperately licking a hand that had been dipped in powder, determined not to leave a single grain behind.

“Uhhhh…”

Come to think of it, when my mouth was covered by Jeanne’s hand earlier, I was trying to speak, so my saliva got all over her hand.

So Jeanne is… my saliva… um…

“Mmmmmm… this is it, this… this…”

Having thoroughly savored and sucked up all my saliva, Jeanne shivers slightly and then grins.

Her blue eyes, catching the red sunset light, turn crimson. They look like blood, which is terribly creepy.

“Jeanne… you… I never thought you were like this…”

I had always thought Jeanne was merely a bit fanatical but otherwise extremely ascetic.

That perception had changed slightly when I saw her trying to seduce me recently, but I never imagined she would be this sexually progressive.

Even in modern times, many people would find consuming someone else’s bodily fluids distasteful, so how much more taboo would it be in this sexually conservative era? From that perspective, what Jeanne just did was incredibly shameless.

“…You’ve misjudged me, Holy One.”

Rustle—

After saying that, Jeanne bites her lower lip slightly and begins to undress.

The torn maid uniform with its shredded skirt flutters to the floor, and since Jeanne apparently came fully prepared from the start, her beautiful naked form is immediately revealed. Though she must have been born in the countryside and grown up exposed to plenty of sunlight, Jeanne’s skin is as white as Ines’s, who seems to have never been under the blazing sun since birth.

And Jeanne’s healthy body, made of that white skin, glows with a faint ginkgo color in the red sunset, fully displaying the curves of her body.

Seemingly very excited, her flushed cheeks frame eyes and lips that show a faint smile revealing her desire. Below that, her voluptuous breasts, backlit by the sun, cast shadows over my face, and further down, well-trained abs form a distinct three-part line asserting their presence.

And at the very bottom… sticky fluid glistens, reflecting the sunset light from her ornaments.

Um…

“Now… please watch carefully as I show you my true feelings and true self…?”

“Out, outside! Someone come in quickly, quick— guhk?!”

As Jeanne arches her back and tries to bring her sex down to my exposed lower half, I try to scream for help, but my attempt is immediately thwarted by Jeanne’s response.

SQUEEEEEZE—

“Mmmmph…!”

‘This is… cloth?’

The cloth that Jeanne had just made by tearing clothes is now gagging my mouth.

The cloth passes through my lips, pressing against the corners of my mouth, and wraps around my head several times, completely preventing me from speaking.

“Really now… I told you not to do anything strange…”

“Mmph…”

Jeanne’s voice, dropping chillingly, gently scrapes against my eardrums.

Goosebumps rise all over my body. The voice is clearly Jeanne’s, yet it doesn’t seem like her at all.

“Don’t pretend… Holy One, you want this too…”

It’s an unavoidable physiological response due to physical contact and visual stimulation from a woman, but Jeanne strokes my hardened cock with her sex and says this with a satisfied smile.

“So I wasn’t unattractive after all, thank goodness… really thank goodness… really—hnngh…!”

Squish—

Pressing against my cock with her buttocks and mound as she moves backward, Jeanne, once the tip touches her entrance, slightly raises her hips and then moves forward, slowly inserting my cock into her pussy.

My cock, which until just now was painfully bent backward, now feels only wetness, stickiness, and warmth, with no trace of the previous pain.

To be this wet without any foreplay… Jeanne really…

Squelch—

“Hnnngh…!”

My entire cock is completely enveloped by hot mucous membrane, and strong pressure squeezes it mercilessly from all directions.

It seemed like it could seal without a drop passing through, but blood from her torn genitals somehow finds its way through the gap, making my lower body wet.

“Ugh… ahh… now… I’ll start moving… hngh…”

“…”

Jeanne boldly declares this and begins to slowly move her hips up and down, but unlike moments ago when she forcefully gagged and bound me, now there is only an extremely fragile girl.

The once-strong Jeanne is now making pain-filled moans, her hips trembling as she struggles to raise and lower her buttocks despite the pain, using all her strength.

…Damn it.

This time, this time too… again.

Somehow in this life, it’s always women who make the first move—no, it’s beyond that, it’s forced.

As a human, I did some bad things in my previous life, but I think I did more good deeds. What could have been the problem?

…Could it be that I’m getting so much female attention because I did good deeds? If that’s really the case, I should have done more bad things.

Sigh.

“Hic… hnngh…”

Slip—

“—Huh?”

Jeanne, who had been moving while shedding tears, is startled by my sudden touch and blinks in confusion.

Our eyes meet directly.

Her eyes, which were so empty before, are now full of life, perhaps due to the pain.

Pain bringing life… how ironic.

“Jeanne.”

“H-how…?”

“What’s the point of gagging me when my hands are free?”

“Wh-what… that can’t be… eek…!”

“Wait—?!”

I felt sorry for her and wanted to gently lead instead of forcing her, but when Jeanne saw that my mouth and hands were free, she stared blankly for a moment before suddenly changing her expression and trying to tie me up again.

The girl who was suffering from pain just moments ago has transformed into a tiger watching a deer that failed to be strangled and is trying to escape.

Hey, why are you being so scary?!

“Jeanne, stop! I won’t do anything, nothing at all!! So let’s talk first, okay?”

“…Really?”

“Yes, really. I’m just concerned for you.”

If this had happened before we connected, I would have pushed Jeanne away by any means necessary, but the subtle pleasure and sticky wetness I feel in my lower body tells me it’s already too late.

…Another woman I’ll have to take responsibility for.

Sigh… how did it come to this?

What should I tell Chloe and Ines… Given their personalities, if I tell them what Jeanne did, they’ll definitely try to physically harm her, so should I say I was the one who pounced on her…?

But if I say that, I can’t even imagine what would happen. They already imprisoned me for four hours and forced sex on me just because of a simple misunderstanding.

Above all, they’re happily raising children now, so they’d be heartbroken and feel betrayed… but if I tell the truth, Jeanne would be in danger… This is too complicated.

…I’ll think about it after finishing this.

“Jeanne, moving like that will hurt a lot. It’s your first time, and you’re putting your weight into it while moving on your own—how could that be good?”

Squeeze—

“Uh, uhhh…”

I gently lift the dazed Jeanne and carefully lay her back.

Until just now, Jeanne was on top of me, but now I’m on top of her.

Jeanne, who had only looked down at me from above until now, seems to find this novel, and while she makes strange sounds with her flushed face, she doesn’t seem particularly interested in resisting.

Squeeze— Squeeeze—

“Hya?! Ah… mmm…”

As I carefully move my hips while simultaneously caressing her nipples and clitoris with my hands, Jeanne jerks her hips in surprise before starting to make pleasurable moans.

Before, Jeanne’s moans contained only pain, but now they’re mixed with some pleasure. The pain hasn’t completely disappeared, but that’s unavoidable for her first time.

“H-Holy One…”

“Heh, what is it?”

Her tongue seems completely gone.

It’s slightly amusing that she can’t pronounce properly, but it’s also incredibly cute.

Calling me at a time like this—is she going to confess her love?

“Please… make me pregnant…”

“…”

Jeanne’s face, red with embarrassment, glows in an exquisite color in the sunset light, and she smiles broadly as if all her life’s regrets have been resolved. The tears hanging at the corners of her eyes shine golden in the sunset light.

…I guessed wrong.

Alright, I’ll give you what you want.