Chapter 245: Petunia Titi (9)

I dreamed a lewd dream again today.

Today, it was a dream about having sex with Evan in the bathroom. Covered in soap bubbles, the two of us were connected, and every time I moved, the bubbles clinging to my back and chest flowed down over the bathtub. The bubbles we built up floated gently like a single island, and Evan, saying one ejaculation wasn’t enough, thrust into me more roughly.

Having such dreams and then training as if nothing happened repeated itself. Evan’s handsome face continuously tormented me in dreams and reality, messing up my heart.

If you keep scorching firewood with flames, it’s bound to heat up and catch fire someday.

The repeating lewd dreams and continuously rising emotions finally messed up even my body, bringing me to the point where it was hard to suppress the sexual desire that sprang up every morning.

“Haa…! Eueut…!”

What woke my body upon waking in the morning wasn’t Elena’s alarm, nor the village bell sound heard from outside the window. It was just simple sexual desire. A fierce sexual desire, having caught fire and unable to be released, was shaking and tormenting my body.

“Ah! Evan…! I have to go to training soon…! Heueut…! Eueung!”

“It’s okay. It’s just for a moment, what’s the big deal?”

Try as I might to compose myself, I could hear the explicit sounds of heartlessly lustful humans having sex nearby. The man thrusting his hips like a monkey was clearly Evan, and the woman pinned underneath him, moaning, was Elena.

“Ah…! I like it when you fuck me from behind, Evan…! Aat!”

“Y-you bastards…! Heueut…!”

Even while saying that, I despised myself for listening intently to her voice. The fact that my movements didn’t stop, despite my self-contempt, was frustrating.

“Haa…! Aieut…! Heueut…! Eut…! Ah, I shouldn’t…!”

Biting down on the blanket, I put my hand inside my pants. The thin pajamas clearly showed the outline of my fingers in the moonlight, adding to the lewd atmosphere. The plump flesh bit tightly onto my fingers, writhing and rubbing without letting go while leaking fluids profusely.

“Heut…! Eueut…! J- just a little more…!”

For several days, I had been dreaming continuously. In the lewd dreams that drenched my body, I reached the point where I couldn’t distinguish between reality and dreams. Is this masturbation I’m doing now a dream? Weren’t those moments whispering that I loved Evan my true feelings?

“V-Wolf…! Eut….”

I tried to force myself to climax by calling Wolf’s name, but each time, only his sordid face and pathetic penis came to mind. How unpleasant it was that a man lacking any element to excite me would come to mind. Just before reaching climax, my mood plummeted like a falling bird, and at this moment when anger surged instead, I helplessly had to grind my teeth and call Evan’s name.

“Evan…! Ah…! Aat…!”

Along with Evan’s name, the memories shared with him in the dream continuously tormented my mind. Because we had made love several times in the dream. The outline of his cock I witnessed last time was pounding against my lower abdomen, lifting my body up and ravaging me in various places.

“Eup…! Eueup…!”

Suppressing my moans, I continuously moved my hand. When I imagined Evan spreading my legs and fucking me roughly, I could feel my body involuntarily trembling every time our hips collided in the fantasy. As if he were really fucking me, thrusting my fingers deeply and writhing them, I was emitting vulgar watery sounds like overflowing valley water, spitting out love juice.

“Eueut…! Eup…! Ah, I shouldn’t…! Eup…!”

I had resolved that I wouldn’t fall into Evan’s grasp, but now I was masturbating while calling his name.

“Ah, E-Evan…! M-more…!”

I wanted to believe it was Elena’s voice. Towards the end with the imagined Evan, I called his name, writhing my fingers deeper than ever before, and arched my back fully. With my legs spread, my back lifted off the bed, my vision turned white, and my voice wouldn’t come out properly.

“Ah, Aaaaaat…! Aaaaaa!”

A pleasure I had never experienced before. I screamed and collapsed again under the blanket, while Elena and Evan’s voices could still be heard from the next room. Wiping the sweat flowing down my forehead, I caressed my cleft, which still wanted something.

“Haa…! Ah…!”

“It’s not enough.”

My lower body was throbbing, wanting thicker and deeper stimulation than fingers.

“I shouldn’t…! I… I have someone I like…!”

I knew it was already over with Wolf. But a sense of duty, telling me I couldn’t like Evan, kept preventing me from letting go of Wolf. Shaking my head, I inserted my hand downwards once again. At this moment, when Elena didn’t come to wake me, and no one else in the mansion was paying attention to my moans.

I fell into thought, continuously caressing my cleft.

“Aat…! Eueut…! Ah!”

How long can I possibly hold out?

Isn’t it really my limit now?

If Evan were to suddenly barge in on me, could I stop him?

Could I firmly push him away?

Petunia Titi had reached her limit. I was certain of that fact. Since the last training session, her face had always been flushed red, and she didn’t tell us stories about her dreams anymore. She was accepting her body being ravaged in her dreams as a matter of course, like a subjugated slave.

And she was trying hard to somehow endure the faint affection and sexual desire arising as a result of those dreams, but even that was impossible with her meager patience.

“How about today?”

“Uh, huh? Wh-what?”

“How’s my position?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s good. Very good. Keep doing it like that.”

She couldn’t even concentrate on the training. Because even though she said she’d watch the training, she spent all day scanning my thighs or the space between my legs. Sometimes, when I straightened my back revealing my abs, or when I showed myself kissing Sophia, she’d let out unconscious moans like a bitch in heat, with her tongue slightly out.

“Ah…!”

And then, thinking I hadn’t heard, she’d look around startled, pretend nothing happened, put her hands behind her back again, and fidget with her fingers.

The lewd sexual desire hidden within her series of actions was already common knowledge throughout the mansion.

Nowadays, it was an open secret that she resolved her inability to suppress her desire through masturbation every morning, and the fact she called my name each time was positive news. According to Milia and Sophia, Petunia Titi was now at the level where she would accept me even if I suddenly pounced on her.

I too agreed with the words of those two demons.

A type like Petunia Titi, due to pride, would never make a move on me first. No matter how steeped in lust she was, she was the type to rather choose the option of resolving it herself somehow.

For a proud woman, I definitely had to give her an excuse. For example, a rough story like ‘I pounced on her first’.

Thinking so, I lifted my head. On Petunia Titi’s face, who hadn’t done anything, a blush had appeared, and her lips were moistly wet. Rubbing her clinging shorts, she stared intently at me, then sensing my gaze was directed at her, she flinched and trembled.

“Wh-what. What’s wrong?”

“Shall we stop for today?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

Petunia Titi acted like someone with low self-esteem. She nodded awkwardly, told me to wash first, and went up to her room. Looking at her ass as she climbed the stairs, I said.

“Titi. I have something to consult about later.”

“Consult?”

“May I come to your room?”

Petunia Titi’s face turned red. She must have thought of various possibilities from the word ‘consult’. But for her, the option to refuse didn’t exist. The boiling sexual desire and the signboard called ‘alliance’ hanging regardless. All factors were shouting at her to nod her head.

Petunia Titi rolled her eyes, glanced over me, then nodded and said in a small voice.

“It-it doesn’t matter.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

I responded with a smile, then found a towel and went into the shower room. On Petunia Titi’s face as she climbed the stairs, a strange mix of anticipation and fear mingled, making me excited. I suppressed the urge to ejaculate while rubbing my cock with soapy water, and vowed that I would pour all the remaining semen I couldn’t spill out today inside the elf’s womb.

And I resolved that I would not stop ejaculating onto Petunia Titi until she completely submitted and got pregnant.

This could be called a contest concerning my pride as an incubus.

Can I conquer the elf purely with sex technique alone?

Now the dice had been cast.

With grim determination, I wiped my cock.

Squeak squeak