The Evil Hand of the Gothic Lolita Girl (Part 3)

“Oh my, oh my, I thought you were hiding something terribly ugly, but you’re so beautiful it makes me jealous, aren’t you?”

Holding the pink visor in her hand, Misty looked down with a triumphant smile at Shine Mirage, who showed a weak expression after having one of the symbols of the transformation heroine taken away.

Misty’s impression was honest; the blonde twin-tailed lady heroine retained her jewel-like beauty even when defiled, making her recognize once again what an exquisite specimen she was.

Though their ages and orientations differed, she was a being that would inspire jealousy in any woman. Confident that she must be the subject of various thoughts, the gothic lolita girl mixed malicious emotions into her smile.

“…Even if you compliment me, I’m not happy at all… Hurry up and give it ba—Hiiiii!?”

The female meat rod, showing no signs of shrinking, trembled hotly, as if desiring further masochistic pleasure, stirring up the urge to ejaculate towards the transformation heroine.

The abnormality of the cock ejaculation pleasure she had felt twice was firmly engraved in the perverted masochistic heroine, with her instincts whispering as if tumbling down the stairs of depravity.

If she hadn’t been in a state where she could barely muster any strength, she might have reached out on her own. Trying to shake off the worst predictions, the heroine took a brave attitude towards Misty while rousing herself.

Misty threw the stripped visor at Shine Mirage before she could finish speaking, while giving her a look as if viewing a toy.

The wide part of the visor that protected the front accurately hit the erect member, causing the transformation heroine to bounce her hips at the unexpected action and stimulation, letting out a pathetic moan.

“How disappointing that you didn’t catch it even though I gave it back to you.”

Excited by the sadistic thrill of tormenting the powerless heroine, the gothic lolita girl blushed while uttering exaggerated words, and grabbed both shoulders of the heroine emitting the scent of male and milk, lifting her up.

“Aheh… hah… What are you going to do next…”

Thinking she would continue to be tormented by the proudly erect flesh spear, the black-clad girl moved behind the transformation heroine to support her upper body, extending both arms from under her armpits.

“The modifications I made to you weren’t just to your cock, right? Since I made it so you can produce milk, I’ll make you feel even better.”

(Are you… planning to milk me…?)

To confirm the transformation princess’s reaction to the upcoming training, Misty pressed close to the transformation princess, not minding if her black gothic lolita dress got dirty, and whispered seductively in her ear.

The black evil girl’s lolita voice declaring breast torment. Imagining the merciless milking pleasure without restraint or consideration, the transformation princess shivered and reflexively tightened her armpits, spreading her palms to try and grab the small hands.

“Nhooooh!? M-My ass hole… it’s thrashing… Oooh, kuhiiin!! Hah, aheh… hiah…”

Just as the holy white was about to overlap to suppress the darkness of black, the black vibrator that had been silent until now suddenly expanded and began to rampage inside.

Shine Mirage, who had been focused only on her newly grown female cock and nipples, could only writhe without being able to prepare for the unexpected masochistic stimulation that resonated to her brain.

“You shouldn’t interfere, right? Have you already forgotten about the hostages? Geez, it looks like I need to discipline you properly.”

Misty admonished her as if scolding a mischievous child. But in reality, it was dangerous corporal punishment for the transformation lady, showing what would happen if she interfered, thus eroding her will to resist.

Returning the black vibrator to its small size again to fully concentrate on the breast milk torture, this time the small hands wrapped in black gloves reached the nipples without interference.

Due to the forced modification of her costume, the cherry-colored nipples and surrounding areolas were exposed to the open air as befitting a pervert, and the costume defiled by the mixture of breast milk and semen clung to her skin, showing off the shape of her G-cup breasts even more lewdly.

When the slender girl’s fingers touched the hard, pointed erect nipples of the defiled heroine, a sweet numbness flowed through Shine Mirage’s body from just that contact alone.

(Ahh… My cock is still twitching, and my ass hole is remembering from earlier… kufuu… Even my nipples, so easily… My body has become strange… No…!)

Already, due to the maddening desire for pleasure, the sensitive parts of the transformation heroine’s body show an excessive response.

The climax from her anus and meat rod seems to have an addictive quality like a drug, never getting bored, and even now desiring the same pleasure.

Though she understands that she shouldn’t resist for the sake of the hostages, the hidden fear within the heroine being lewdly modified is immeasurable.

“Well then, shall we begin? I’ll make you produce plenty of that milk. Here we go!!”

Unaware of the transformation princess’s inner thoughts, Misty’s actions were unaffected as she mercilessly applied force to the exposed cow nipples to torment the modified, heavy fruit-like breasts.

“Ahiiiii!! Aaah… M-Milk, like cock juice… It’s amazing!! Oh, hooon!! It’s coming out like I’m ejaculating, bururutte!!”

No sooner had the fingers wrapped in black gloves touched the two erect protrusions than they crushed the sensitive nipples with strong force without hesitation.

In response to the overly sensitive erect nipples being distorted, sweet white milk began to spurt from the two fruit-like breasts with the same force as the earlier cock juice.

The intense sensation arising from both nipples led the transformation princess’s modified body to ecstasy as if ascending to heaven in an instant.

While it’s the same in terms of spurting white shameful fluid, milk continues to secrete sweet liquid one after another regardless of climax, engraving the endless milking pleasure into Shine Mirage.

“Ufufufu. Such an amazing amount of milk… You really are like a cow. Come on, when you release it vigorously like this, it feels good like when you ejaculated earlier, right?”

“It’s c-coming, coming, coming!! The milk won’t stop flowing… nhiiiii… H-How long will it keep coming out… ohooon!!”

Two streams of pleasure milk describing parabolas. The black girl with a sadistic smile on her face continued to make the heroine’s milk spurt without easing the force in her fingers, as if it would flow eternally.

The intense stimulation that could even be felt as pain, however, became the ultimate feed for the masochistic heroine, instantly filling her head with the two characters for climax.

“N-No… I’m cumming… While having my nipples crushed, I’m cumming from releasing milk… nhooo!! Aaah… M-My cock is twitching too… I-It’s coming out… Milk and cock juice, coming out together!! Ohhooooon!!”

Boburururu!! Byurururu!! Byuburuu!!

The series of sharp yet sweet stimulations showered upon the powerless heroine easily surpassed the upper limit of endurance. The thick cock that had been pulsing vigorously in sync with the spraying breast milk showed a reaction despite not being directly stimulated, and released white turbidity forcefully in time with the transformation lady’s climax.

The two parabolas increased to three, and as the moans of the pathetically defeated heroine grew louder and higher, they soared high into the sky. The lewd fluids that fell following gravity created white puddles on the rooftop, beginning to emit a strange odor as they mixed together.

“That’s good. The vulgar moaning voice of Shine Mirage echoing in my ear. To think such a voice would come from the mouth that always said such cheeky things… right?”

“Nnooh… P-Please, don’t make me release any more breast milk… I don’t want to release anything anymore…”

When Misty pinched the nipples a bit more strongly, even more overflowing breast milk drew white lines. With her body going limp and consciousness becoming hazy from the continuous climaxes, the transformation heroine reflexively let out an unrefined voice while pleading to the one she should be defeating.

“No can do. You’re my toy now. Just like Dolcos and Debro did, I’m going to play with you too, okay?”

“N-No way… Aah… My cock is still hard and won’t get smaller at all…”

Of course, the answer was a refusal. Misty, having obtained the one-of-a-kind toy that was the transformation princess, formed an innocent smile like a child and uttered words close to a death sentence in her ear.

Although it was an answer she could have expected, hearing the words spoken again drained the blood from the transformation lady’s face. Having something grown that shouldn’t exist originally, and being made to release something that shouldn’t come out.

While the excretory organ training had certainly tormented her as a huge psychological damage, this time it surpassed that shock, breaking Shine Mirage’s heart to pieces.

The grotesque meat rod that showed no signs of shrinking despite ejaculating multiple times. The female meat rod, still hot and throbbing, brought an enormous ejaculation urge to the bewildered transformation heroine.

“Now then, shall we have you stroke your cock yourself and ejaculate next?”

“…M-Me…? By myself…?”

Shine Mirage’s eyes widened at Misty’s proposal. The girl whispering in her ear was telling her to pleasure the extremely thick meat rod, which could be called the work of the devil, with her own hands.

In front of the enemy, with the vulgar meat cock that she didn’t even want to acknowledge was growing. It was an action she would normally want to refuse, but thinking of the three students, she could no longer recklessly defy Misty.

After a brief pause, the transformation princess hung her head as if she had fainted, and could only agree with a trembling voice, saying “I understand.”

“Yes, yes, being obedient is best. Well then, stand up facing me, spread your legs wide, and stroke it earnestly.”

(…A-Again with the spread legs… How many more vulgar poses does she intend to make me take…!!)

Not just this time, but during previous training sessions as well, she had been made to take this spread-legged pose. For a lady heroine overflowing with grace, being forced to take such an extremely vulgar and humiliating pose is nothing but mortification.

While there’s probably personal preference involved as well, thinking that they’re enjoying defiling the heroine of justice by making her take such vulgar poses makes her unbearably frustrated, but it’s all because of her own powerlessness.

The transformation princess spreads her thighs, which are sticky and shining lewdly from being covered in the copiously released cock juice, love juices, and milk, lowers her hips, and looks at Misty as if seeking permission.

“That’s a good pose. Your cock is standing up rock hard too… It doesn’t look like the figure of a heroine of justice at all. Now, hurry up and grab that hot cock with those white gloves and stroke it vigorously?”

“…S-Say whatever you like… L-Like this… kufuu… Hah, nn… I-It’s so hot… and twitching…”

Ignoring the lewd comments from the gothic lolita girl, she slowly opens her hand and gently wraps it around the grotesque erection that rivals the monsters’ meat rods.

Instantly, a pleasant tingling sensation is born in her body in the spread-legged pose, and along with a sense of satisfaction, the desire for further pleasurable stimulation grows larger.

The iron-hard, burning hot meat rod pulsating in her hand produces the pleasure she was seeking just by rubbing it slightly of her own will.

“…Aah… Nnuu, haau!! I-It’s so sensitive… Just a little rubbing and… kufuun…!!”

Shine Mirage begins the forced masturbation with a shiko-shiko sound, as if showing off to Misty and the distant combat personnel, but her movements are far too awkward.

That’s only natural. The cock ejaculation climax from having her meat rod vigorously rubbed by Misty had an addictive quality like a drug, and even now the transformation heroine truly desires it.

But her remaining reason was putting on the brakes, not wanting to show a masturbation scene of rubbing so vigorously and letting out vulgar voices with her own hands.

Somehow, she had to reach climax and ejaculate with just gentle stimulation. Watching the transformation heroine’s white gloves slowly stroke up and down the meat rod, Misty looked bored and mouthed the word “hostage.”

“…nh… Ahii!! Haooo… nno, m-my cock… doing it so intensely… !! R-Rubbing with the gloves feels so goohii… ohii, nno!!”

She’s not allowed to slack off even for a moment. Shine Mirage, catching the small word, immediately accelerated the movement of her hand stroking the erection.

Remembering what Misty had done to her, she strokes her own female meat rod at a speed and force that fully utilizes her enhanced physical abilities as a transformation princess.

While being burned by the perverse pleasure of handling her own weak point, the meat cock, with her own hands, she accurately stimulates the sensitive parts to exponentially increase the voltage of pleasure.

“You can do it well on your own, can’t you? But more intensely… It feels good when you go zuppo-zuppo from the base, you know?”

Even though she’s gaining pleasure by following the example she experienced, the lady heroine with little knowledge still lacks technique. She’s desperately rubbing the middle of the meat rod that surpasses ordinary humans with high-speed piston movements while gripping it tightly.

Still, the sensation of stimulating exposed nerves remains unchanged, and she was confident that she could reach the goal of ejaculation as is.

But the red-eyed girl won’t allow that. While praising the transformation heroine’s masturbation, she issues instructions to make her writhe in even sweeter, milk-like pleasure.

“Nnooh!! I-It’s so much more intense than before!! T-To think it would become like this from rubbing myself… nho! Ahii!! Ohoo!! N-No… this is forced… forced!!”

The spread-legged heroine who has become a puppet of the enemy girl begins to lower her hand to the base as instructed, then raise it all the way up in a large bouncing motion, repeating this.

Unlike when she was rubbing the middle of the shaft, the entire sensitive meat spear burns up, and she feels it automatically twitching in her palm.

The impact when hitting the widely spread glans resonates all the way to the top of her head, and even though she understands that she’s using her enhanced heroine powers in the wrong direction, her hand doesn’t stop.

“That’s right, this is because I ordered it, so it can’t be helped. Now, go ahead and masturbate your cock with a pathetic, vulgar ahegao face to the limit.”

Here is the English translation:

(“Y-Yes… it’s all to save the hostages… n-not because it feels good… Ahhh… M-My penis is twitching, like it’s rejoicing…”)

Precum drips onto the white gloves. It’s as if the heroine’s pure white heart is being contaminated, and Shine Mirage herself is unsure if the words she’s stringing together in her mind are true.

There’s only one truth she can understand right now. The transforming heroine Shine Mirage is shamelessly stroking her own female penis in a bow-legged pose while moaning lewdly.

The heroine’s beautiful face, now without her visor, has melted into the face of a female in heat. Her small tongue hangs out sloppily and saliva drips down – Misty could see it all clearly.

(Ufufu. I offered her a lifeline and she eagerly jumped at it. Her hand movements are even faster now, what a simple-minded heroine of justice.)

The futanari heroine’s expression, which until recently had been shocked by the beloved pleasure created by her own hands, was now changing into an ecstatic smile as if her brain was being paralyzed by an overly sweet drug – such an obvious change in thought.

The way she vigorously strokes the abnormal flesh with a burning intensity is just like an animal following its instincts to seek pleasure. Still in that vulgar bow-legged squat, she overreacts to the currents of pleasure flowing from her female meat rod. Unable to tuck in her shapely chin, it instead tilts upwards as if looking at the sky.

“Ahiiiin!! Aaah, aaaooo!! A-Ahhh… I’m cumming from stroking my penis… I-I’m going to cum from my own hands stroking my penis!!”

The inevitable limit arrives for the penis heroine who has become like a monkey moving her hand on pure instinct without any technique. The fuse has already entered the hot, boiling meat rod, ready to react with the gunpowder inside and explode.

Arching her back while overflowing with thick precum, she takes a pose that allows her pink female meat rod pointing high towards the sky to thrash about freely. The moment the abnormally thick shaft for even a man pulsed violently, the gothic lolita girl watching as an audience laughed simultaneously.

“–Huh? W-Why… Ahaauuu… M-My penis juice won’t come out… I can’t climax… Nnaah… M-Misty!! This is your doing, isn’t it…!?”

The supreme female body trembles with pleasure, but not a single drop of the extra thick semen overflows, as if it has lost its exit. And the body that was trying to taste the climax along with it is also left in an incomplete state, unable to explode.

Question marks float in her head at this sudden, incomprehensible situation. However, it’s inevitable that she quickly arrives at the answer of an intervening presence, given the extremely unusual circumstances.

“That’s right. You looked so cute desperately stroking your penis that I wanted to tease you a little. I’m sorry.”

Misty answers the transforming lady who glares at her with a powerless expression, clapping her palms together in black gloves full of frills and smiling innocently without a hint of malice.

Just listening to the words spun from her cute soprano voice, it might seem like nothing more than a child’s mischief. But for the transforming heroine who is the target, it’s nothing short of a nightmare.

Although she was modified by the black needle, her body should still be her own. Yet she’s faced with the reality that it’s controlled by Misty’s will.

“H-Hurry and change it back…!! Aaah, ohooo… Q-Quickly… M-My penis and my head… are going crazy…!!”

She cries out like when she first grew the female penis, but this time it’s the opposite – begging to be allowed to ejaculate. Contrary to her commanding words, her hands continue to move persistently, still sending waves of pleasure through her body with all her might in such a shameful state.

The transforming lady pants roughly like a dog ordered to wait after being denied the supreme ejaculatory climax she was about to reach after maxing out her pleasure voltage.

Her once dignified and strong-willed eyes have drooped, and her confused expression on the verge of tears pleasantly stimulates Misty’s sadistic instincts.

“Hmm, I could change it back, but there’s a proper way to ask, isn’t there?”

The evil beautiful girl tilts her head slightly as if thinking, but her words were likely already decided. With a smile, she speaks words to lure the masochistic heroine into further depravity and humiliation.

(T-This one too… is truly the worst of the worst!! B-But, at this rate I’ll really go crazy… Haau… I-I have to endure… It’s all for the hostages… for the hostages…)

Receiving training from different monsters and combatants, she’s reminded again that every being in Dark Crime is a mass of malice, an enemy that can never be forgiven and must be defeated.

The transforming lady is reflexively driven by the urge to resist, with anger boiling in her head to the point of eruption. But if she does, there’s no guarantee for the hostages’ lives, and this state may never be reversed.

All she can do now is endure… This phrase floats in her head with each training session, but it’s about all a defeated transforming heroine can do. Thinking strongly that it’s for the hostages, her hand continues to vigorously rub her female meat rod without rest. Her well-shaped jaw trembles and she can’t lower it, instead tilting her head back as if looking at the sky as she opens her quivering pink lips.

“Ahiiin!! Aah, aaoo!! A-Ahhh… I’m cumming from stroking my penis… I-I, Shine Mirage the penis heroine… Ohoo, noo!! H-Hot, please let me release my extra thick penis juice!! I-I want to feel good by spurting out lots and lots!!”

(Ahhh… Saying such embarrassing things… Why is my body getting so hot… T-This is almost like I’m enjoying it… N-No… This is because my penis juice is being held back…)

Her lewd cries interspersed with vulgar moans are the best she can do, stringing together words she thinks Misty would like while remembering what Dolcos made her say in the past.

Normally, one wouldn’t want to utter a single word like this, but what is this sense of elation after saying it all? Even though she’s being forced to say such vulgar words against her will.

Where will the transforming heroine end up as she continues to deny her growing masochistic tendencies and keeps walking down escape routes she finds?

“I suppose that earns a passing grade. I’d really like to hear more, but I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your first.”

Shine Mirage’s desperate words barely earn a passing grade from Misty. By saying she’s grading leniently, she implies that next time she’ll make the transforming lady spin even more vulgar and lewd words from her noble mouth.

“…I-I understand… Hurry, hurry… My penis is going to explode… Ohooo… Aah, ahiuu!!”

But the transforming heroine now lacks the mental capacity to imagine what comes next. The moment she heard she passed, her mind and body were instantly aroused with anticipation of ejaculation. She thrusts her hips out slightly as if fully prepared and continues to stroke her erect female meat rod.

“Yes, yes. What an impatient penis heroine you are.”

Satisfied with Shine Mirage’s pathetic state, Misty raises her right hand ostentatiously, about to snap her fingers to show the moment of release. She overlaps her middle finger and thumb, just as the explosive sound that would allow ejaculation is about to be made…

“Nhooooooo!! M-Misty… The timing is wro- Hiiiiiin!! My penis juice is spurting out… Ohooooooo!!”

Bobyrururuuuuu!! Byububuryuuuuuu!! Bobyuu!! Byururu, byubuuuuu!!

The release comes before she can snap her fingers. With the extreme pleasure like an explosion at an unexpected timing, everything in the transforming lady’s head is blown away, dyed only with the ecstasy of ejaculation.

Tilting her chin up as if looking at the sky, she watches her own white fluid dance through the air as it’s released grandly, her face melted into an expression of ecstasy – it was an incredibly abnormal sight.

The semen that had built up is incomparable to the previous ejaculation, with no difference in quantity or force from that of a monster, raining down on the ground with a splashing sound and a thickness reminiscent of a solid.

“Aheeeee… I-I can’t stop stroking my penis… Nhoo, ohoo!! Ohia, ahaheee!!”

The transforming lady’s right hand continues to move like a machine, trying to squeeze out every last drop while her mind and body are captivated by the long-awaited ejaculatory climax. Even as the force of the semen weakens, stroking hard causes it to react and increase slightly in volume, sending momentary pleasure coursing through her sensitive body.

She must have been releasing for a good few minutes. Even with the transforming heroine’s strength, she can no longer squeeze out a single drop of semen, and her meat penis also finally seems to have fulfilled its role as it begins to shrink.

“Haa haa… Ha, hahe… M-My penis, is finally… getting smaller… Eh, ah… Eh, my Energy…?”

She feels a great sense of exhaustion at the same time, her legs trembling as her knees give out and she falls to the ground. Then she notices the complete loss of Energy. Though one loses sense of time during training, had so much really passed?

(Could it be… because of the dark Energy? No, when I transformed there wasn’t…)

The first cause that comes to mind is the influence of dark Energy. But there was no sense of discomfort from the moment she transformed until she began fighting.

“Ufufu. Out of Energy, perhaps?”

“M-Mis– Nnnuu!?”

Her consciousness, which had been lost in thought while kneeling, is suddenly brought back by the girl’s voice reaching her ears. The red-eyed gothic lolita beautiful girl is now in front of her, having moved without her noticing.

The girl, smiling mischievously like a demon, presses her lips against the transforming heroine’s as she opens her mouth in surprise.

(It’s still too early to let her realize that holy Energy is contained in that milk and semen. Shall we play along a bit more?)

Due to Misty’s modifications, the two shameful fluids gushing from the transforming heroine contain holy Energy, the source of her power. This is the cause of the exhaustion that hits her with each ejaculation and milking, meant to further incapacitate the transforming heroine who has a time limit.

The mechanism behind the female meat rod that never goes flaccid no matter how many times it releases is simple – as long as holy Energy remains, it can stay erect at will and obtain ejaculatory pleasure as much as desired.

However, once the Energy runs out, it returns to normal human performance and depends on the individual’s sex drive.

(I guess I’ll have to reduce the amount of Energy mixed in to have more fun… But Shine Mirage is definitely a perverted masochist, so maybe she’ll be fine as is?)

“Nmchu, chu… M-Misty, sto- Nnnmuu!?”

A forbidden kissing scene between a black-haired beautiful girl and a golden twin-tailed beautiful girl. She tries to pull her face away and escape from this distasteful situation of kissing an enemy girl, but a hand on the back of her head pulls her back and their lips meet again.

The soft, plump sensation felt on the transforming heroine’s lips, whose first kiss was stolen by a monster’s… no, more accurately a combatant’s penis. At the same time, the sweet scent tickling her nostrils gives the transforming heroine a slight sense of comfort, perhaps due to the contrast with the previous rape scenes.

“Chu, chupu, nnuu… Unlike that pig, are my lips delicious? I… chu, nnn… find your lips sweet and delicious.”

A small tongue parts the closed lips and, like with Deburo, finds the transforming heroine’s tongue and actively entwines with it, tasting each other’s tongues.

Though the action itself is the same as the pig monster, the taste is far more delicious and sweet in comparison, and the transforming lady is unable to reject the entangling tongue.

(Ah, ahhh… Why, the enemy… Misty who modified my body… Y-Yet, like this… Nnaah… M-My penis, again…)

This time of kissing with a beautiful girl as sweet as honey is the opposite of the previous rape scenes. The transforming heroine’s masochistic instincts are stimulated by the sinful sensation, and her female penis that had shrunk begins to tremble and regain its hardness.

Feeling the hot, masculine meat spear pressing against her body and realizing the transforming lady is aroused just from kissing, Misty chuckles.

“Churu, rerochu… Ufufu, you’re excited from kissing me. I’m happy. But no… Focus only on the kiss for now… When your Energy returns, I’ll play with you lots again… Chupa, nnnn, churuu”

For two hours until her Energy returns. Ignoring the gazes of the combatants, the two beautiful girls of justice and evil indulge in a time of nothing but sweet, sweet kisses.

And when her Energy returns and Shine Mirage regains her power as a transforming heroine once again, an even greater hell awaits her.

In contrast to Misty who shows no signs of fatigue even after two hours of kissing, the transforming heroine is supporting her body that’s about to collapse with her hands on the ground, her shoulders heaving up and down, combined with the fatigue from everything before.

“After one more time when your Energy runs out, I’ll release the hostages and go home for today.”

Her face snaps up at this statement from the evil girl that seems like nothing more than a whim. Compared to the overly long training up to now, the declaration of such an early end time lights up her exhausted expression.

“R-Really…?”

“Really. But since it’s shorter than the others, which frustrates me… I’ll make up for it with extra concentrated training.”

A chill runs down her spine at the sadistic demon’s smile occasionally shown amidst the innocent child-like expression. But if she can endure this, the hostages will be released and the training will end…

“…I understand. I don’t know what you’ll do… but do as you like.”

“You really are… so defiant when nothing’s being done to you. Even with your penis rock hard… Well, that makes it more interesting though.”

Not once during the two hours of kissing did Misty touch the erect female meat rod. The sensation of soft, sweet lips and tongues smoothly entwining in their mouths, along with the sweet fruity scent, left a strong impression.

However, just that alone caused the giant meat spear to react violently as Misty said, swelling to the point of bursting. It’s proof of the fact that she got aroused just from kissing, and she has to admit she received a different kind of stimulation from the rough training she’s experienced so far.

“Now, sit here. Of course, with your legs spread wide open, exposing that shameless penis.”

As the black needle pierced the concrete rooftop, a slight vibration followed, then a heavy creaking sound. The concrete around the point of impact began to rise, forming a square about two meters wide and high enough to sit on.

Once the sound and vibration ceased and it seemed stable, I followed Misty’s command, spreading my legs wide and lowering myself onto it, emphasizing my groin.

Even beneath her black mask, I could clearly see the hideous smile on her face. She was mocking the heroine for her vulgar pose, flaunting her meat stick.

(Even by them… It’s humiliating, but I must endure… Augh… My, my dick is… at its limit… I have to, ejaculate soon…)

Responding to the burning shame, my rigid member trembled, its glans slick with pre-cum. The masochistic thrill of exposing my disgraceful form as a heroine of justice to lowly combatants fueled my desire to ejaculate.

“You, go ahead and stroke your dick, and make sure you shoot a lot of cum. And I’ll take care of this…”

“Unnh…!! S-stroking my dick while, milking… my breasts…? A-aah!!”

A hand reached from behind, as if tormenting my nipples, and began to knead and squeeze my G-cup breasts. It wasn’t as intense as the sensitive protrusions, but even the slightest milking caused sweet juice to spurt out, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through me.

The way my full breasts, which her small hands could barely contain, were being strongly distorted into various shapes, like clay, felt visually violating.

“Come on, hurry up and stroke. You can’t rest, okay?”

“I, I know… Unngh… T-this incredible pleasure, again… Ohoh, unngh!! I-it’s doubled, like the milk…!!”

Urged on, I gripped the hot, hard fem-cock again, and a sharp sensation instantly made me cry out. I began stroking it vigorously, my body arching with pleasure as before, driving myself toward climax.

The simultaneous assault of sensations I had never experienced together amplified the pleasure, making it seem like I could easily break through to ejaculation. But then, the demonic item that had been silent until now awakened.

“Ngh…!? N-no… Not my ass…!! N-not together… Ungh, hng!! No, no, no… I can’t!!”

A black, pseudo-phallus began to rampage inside my rectum. The grotesque tool, shaped like a monster, began to assault the transforming heroine as a third demon, along with her breasts and meat rod.

“We don’t have much time. If I don’t give you this much training, you’ll lose to Dolkos and Debro. Come on, writhe in disgrace as your favorite parts are tormented.”

“Ohh… Haa… Ahh…!! M-my dick is being fucked… I-I can’t stroke my dick…!! Khyaa… M-milk is coming out too!!”

The demonic shock threatened to obliterate my consciousness, easily turning my reason white, and I let out a scream of ecstasy, my tongue lolling from my half-open mouth.

While being violated anally, I was desperately stroking my own meat cock, the source of my pleasure, to guide it to ejaculation. I couldn’t tell if this was really happening.

Though I was verbally protesting, my hands moved with all my might to gain even deeper pleasure, matching the rough back-and-forth motion that was tearing at my rectum, making me look like a perverted nymphomaniac.

Not only the stimulation of my lower body, but also the intermittent spurts of milky sweetness from my breasts, which Misty was playing with. Combined, these sensations would soon lead the sensitive transforming heroine to orgasm, and she should have been spurting cum… but.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, you won’t be able to orgasm again until this is over. Aren’t you lucky to be in this pleasurable state until your energy runs out?”

“Hyaa…!! N-no way… Ungh…!! Oh, khoo…!! T-too long… Please… Khyaa!! N-not that…!! Oh, ohii!!”

The evil girl, who had tasted bitterness until now, had taken action to thoroughly torment the heroine of justice. It was too cruel a declaration, and despair and anxiety that could drive me mad filled my pink head.

“Aah…!! Ungh!! M-milk is coming out… Ngh!! P-please, I, I… My dick, the milk too… Ah, ahee!!”

An hour and a half had passed since that moment of despair. The transforming heroine had not been allowed to climax even once, and had only continued to receive the one-way pleasure sent from her breasts, anus, and fem-cock.

Her reason had long since melted away, her head filled with pink ecstasy, and the only wish that came to mind was to release this accumulated pleasure. To have a grand orgasm and be relieved.

Only breast milk was set to come out, but conversely, that only increased the desire for ejaculation and orgasm, and each time she spurted out indecent sweet milk, it became an even greater thirst that dried out her entire body.

“Hehehe. What happened to your usual sharp tone? You can’t even speak properly anymore. Here, here, here.”

“Oh…!! M-milk from my nipples… spurting out…!! Hyaa… P-please… Please!!”

She no longer had any pride as a heroine of justice, or as a noble lady. Her instinct to refuse to be crushed by pleasure and go mad made her beg the enemy girl for forgiveness in a disgraceful manner.

“Hmm, good voice. I’m getting a little too excited, so I guess I’ll let you cum.”

“T-thank you… Ungh!! Oh, aheaa!! Aah, ahii!!”

After a long time, the end had finally arrived. Like an obedient child, I thanked the gothic lolita girl, and was tossed about by the accelerating anal vibe, waiting for that moment to come.

I didn’t even have the composure to look at Misty as she raised her hand again to snap her fingers, I just waited for the moment of release.

*Snap* This time, there was no fake. The dry sound echoed on the rooftop, and the overwhelming orgasmic impulse that had been building up inside my body exploded.

“Ngh…!! I-I’m cumming!! I can’t stop cumming!! My dick is exploding, cum is spurting out!! A-ahea!! My ass too, cum is coming out… Milk too, it’s coming out!!”

First, pseudo-semen was violently ejected from my rectum, and then, belatedly, my released meat cock began to thrash wildly, spraying cum like a fountain with more force, density, and odor than ever before.

Finally, Misty hurriedly returned her hand to my breasts and crushed my nipples painfully, squeezing out sweet, sweet orgasmic breast milk mixed with holy energy.

One place alone could sink the heroine into ecstasy, but there were three places. And if it were released with the accumulated pleasure, even the most virtuous heroine could not remain normal.

Overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of euphoria, I drooled and let saliva drip, freed from the suffering I had endured, and the strength drained from my body with a strong sense of exhaustion.

“Ah, ahaa… N-no, I’m going to… I’m going to pee…!! No, no, no, no!!”

*Pissing sounds* Even as I continued to spurt semen and breast milk, indecent golden water gushed from my loosened urethra.

A puddle was being created on the ground, stained with white turbidity. It was a shameful act, but there was no particular disgust, and I felt a sense of comfort filled with liberation.

“The Transforming Armored Princess is a pervert who feels good when she pees. Hehehe… Oh, this is…”

Misty smiled at the unexpected perverted act of exposing a melted expression while leaking urine, but something caught her eye.

It was soaked in the white turbid liquid, at the point of arrival of the transforming heroine’s golden water, in a state of being directly bathed in the filth. After confirming that Shine Mirage had finished releasing every last drop, she released the fingers that had been crushing her nipples, stepped off the base she had created, and picked it up.

Looking back, she could clearly see the transforming heroine, whose holy energy had run out, twitching with her eyes rolled back, and her abdomen had become a pseudo-pregnant state for the umpteenth time due to the massive ejaculation.

“Come on, wake up.”

“Ihii!!”

To wake up the heroine who had indecently lost consciousness, she flicked her throbbing nipples with her fingers, and with a scream that echoed reflexively, her consciousness slowly awakened.

“You did a good job. I’ll release the hostages and go home. But before that…”

As Misty intensified her dark energy, the fem-cock, which had shrunk and become smaller, shrank even further, returning to its original clitoris form.

“It’s a waste, but Dolkos and Debro are being noisy, so I’ll return it to its original state.”

“Ah… My body, back to normal… B-but the milk…!?”

“That part doesn’t change shape, so it’ll stay the same. You can do new masturbation, so enjoy it as much as you can.”

The breast milk remained, but the disappearance of the fem-cock, which had been the most dangerous, was a stroke of good luck. With that, there would be no question of fighting, and there was a risk that she would not even be able to lead a normal daily life.

However, it was only natural that anxiety swirled in her heart that it would be regrown again when facing Misty, and her expression clouded over at the reality that she was becoming overwhelmingly disadvantaged, and she looked down.

“Well, I’m going home, but before that, a present. Please accept it.”

“E-eh, that is…”

When she raised her face, which had been looking down, she saw Misty holding the visor that hid the identity of the heroine of justice. Normally, she would want to pick it up and put it on immediately, but her arms didn’t move at all.

“What’s wrong? It’s important to you, isn’t it?”

The pink visor was now covered in yellowish-white turbid liquid. Some parts looked clean, but it was easy to guess what the liquid was from the dripping droplets and the ammonia smell emanating from them.

In other words, an object soiled with a blend of her own semen and urine. There was no way she could equip it again.

“Oh my, do you want me to put it on for you? I can’t help it. Well, here I go.”

“N-no!! S-stop… That’s no!!”

*Squish!* *Grind!*

In her current state, with only the strength of an ordinary girl, she could not stop the girl, who was one of the executives. The soiled visor was pressed directly against her face, and rubbed against it with a squishing sound.

When the black girl released her hand, the sound of the heroine’s pride falling to the ground echoed, and only her pathetic bare face, contaminated with white turbidity and urine, remained.

“Aah, guu…”

“Well then. I’ve released the hostages properly, so please play with me again next time.”

She could only watch the gothic lolita girl disappear with a tormented expression, as if the nose-curdling stench was seeping into her.

But this was the end. Even if it was a humiliating ending, a slight sense of relief was born in the heroine.

“You can do whatever you want after this.”

That, too, was shattered by a single word as she left. Startled, she turned around and saw the figures of the three remaining combatants.

Certainly, Misty “had” gone home. But it wasn’t just the black girl who was here.

“W-wait… Misty!! Ogoo!!”

She reached out her hand to the girl who had a devilish smile on her face as she disappeared, but that hand was grabbed by a black, thick hand, and a fist sank into her swollen abdomen.

A cracked scream and the excretory pleasure of the accumulated semen being expelled. The transforming lady’s hell was not over yet.

 

Author Note:

It’s been a long time, but the Misty arc is over.

She has a devilish ability that is more than enough for an effective opponent.

Basically, futanari is only when Misty is involved, and it depends on the situation.

For now, all the executives who will be the main focus of the story are here, and after that, it will be against ordinary people and combatants.

I’m thinking about whether to lose my virginity after an interlude, or to insert something else once more, but please wait patiently.