Chapter 1
[ Game Over ]
“…Do you really want me to help you?”
Segleninde asked in a somewhat exasperated voice, but his hand stroked Cynthia’s nape with a gentle touch. An emotion—thirst, or perhaps desire—flickered in his wine-red eyes.
Given his personality, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d scolded her or lashed out at her harshly. Yet, at this moment, he looked more tender and reliable than anyone else. Perhaps the invisible affection stat had really gone up after all?
But none of it mattered. Cynthia clung to him with desperate hands.
“Please, please help me. Please…! I’m going crazy!”
“…You’re sure you’re asking for this.”
He lowered himself and pulled her close by the shoulders. Just the touch of his hand made her skin break out in chills and her inner thighs clench. It felt as if the pulsing in her abdomen had shifted down to her s*x.
“Just like what I did just now, you just have to do the same, okay? If you’re my fiancé, you should’ve already done at least this much…”
This isn’t right.
A faint spark of reason tried to stop her, but Cynthia was already moving. Even though she still had a miniscule shred of rationality to recognize how she’d die of embarrassment the moment she came to her senses, she forced her legs open on her own. With the system having stripped away shame and humiliation, at least her body moved easily.
As if that weren’t enough, she grabbed the insides of her thighs with both hands and spread them until even the inner flesh was exposed to him… and her glistening, sticky slit quivered pitifully. His adam’s apple bobbed, and his wine-dark eyes roiled with a strange heat.
Suddenly impatient, he extended his index and middle fingers and pressed down hard on her pulsing c******s.
“Hngh…! Ah, haah.”
He wedged the stiff nub between his two thick fingers and began rolling it in tight circles. At first, his movements were frustratingly slow, as though teasing her, but gradually they gained speed, making her hips shudder on their own.
“It’s getting stickier and more slippery. And there’s a sweet scent. Is it usually like this?”
“Nngh— hmmnh, nngh.”
“I didn’t know humans had honey in their bodies… Or is it just you?”
Though he claimed his memories were gone, his words made it clear he knew at least that he wasn’t human.
Yet Cynthia, entranced, pressed her body tighter against his, gripping his shoulders with both hands. As his forearm muscles tensed, veins bulged over the knuckles of his rough, powerful hand.
The pale pink flesh, rubbed slowly between his fingers, allowed more fluid to well up and soak the floor. When he split his fingers apart and rubbed her c******s quickly up and down, a moan that was nearly a scream burst from her lips. The sudden gush of liquid proved her pleasure.
“This place… It’s beautiful. Soft like petals, and this tiny little bud is plump like a seed. It’s different from mine. Fascinating.”
Segleninde sounded genuinely impressed. That honest, almost pure observation made the nape of her neck burn all the more.
Unable to bear it any longer, her back arched and her bare skin pressed against the floor. Then, a new foreign sensation rose as he parted her dripping flesh and pushed inside one thick, bony finger. He pried her sealed petals apart on either side and slid the finger in.
Now completely exposed, her swollen c******s met his thumb and he rolled it roughly, causing moisture to splatter. Cynthia, unable to endure the sensation, twisted her waist and let out a cry.
He slowly slid that single finger deeper, in and out, as though testing her limits, then added a second finger, spreading her inner walls. It hardly seemed methodical—more like pure curiosity—but for Cynthia, it was excruciating.
It felt good, yet it hurt. The fact that something was inside her for the first time left her bewildered, and still her body clenched around his fingers, squeezing down so hard it was as if it would never let go. She could feel each joint of his thick, long digits.
He seemed to relish the sensation. For a moment, he stayed still, as if savoring how her warm, soft walls pressed down on his fingers. After a few tentative strokes and light pressure, he decided it was satisfactory and thrust them in all the way to the root.
“Ah— haah…!”
As Cynthia reflexively tried to close her legs, he used his knee to force them wider apart.
Even then, he continued pumping those two fingers in and out, scattering droplets of fluid everywhere, never pausing even though she was crying and could barely keep herself upright. He maintained both the thrusting and the clitoral rubbing, relentless.
“S-Stop…! Hngh, ah! I—I don’t want this!”
“But it seems you do… more sweet honey is coming out.”
He murmured unusually gently, his voice almost comforting, as he lowered his head. His long silver hair spilled over her shoulders.
“Can I drink it? Sia. Let me drink it.”
“Anngh…!”
As Cynthia stretched her neck, flexing her calves and pushing onto her tiptoes, a powerful jet of fluid spurted over the hand that had been moving vigorously.
He should have stopped there… But as if urging her on, two hands—pushing more forcefully from above and below—roughly thrust in and out of her, just after she had climaxed. The long fingers pressed and stroked her flesh delicately, probing swiftly. The more they did so, the more he recognized that she was expelling even more of the sweet nectar her small hole held.
Perhaps seeking an even deeper spot, where she could truly feel it, he added his longest finger, driving it in and pressing hard, while at the same time gently scraping her c******s and kneading the e***t nub so rapidly she could hardly stay conscious.
“Hhng… aaangh!”
Cynthia let out a moan, nearly a scream, arching her back once again. With languid, unfocused eyes, she took in the pink-tinged haze that drifted across the ceiling like a fog, and in her mind retraced how things had come to this point.
So then, what was the problem, again?
Maybe… the game itself was the problem.
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