How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 116

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

“Hh, hhaaa……”

As the heavy tip of his manhood struck her cervix, Cynthia’s back shuddered. Her lower belly tensed, and she tightened around the c**k buried in her to the root, gushing fluid. The clear jet splattered onto Segleninde’s shirt.

She had climaxed the moment he entered her.

Segleninde couldn’t help but smile. He found his fiancée so precious and lovely that he could hardly stand it.

He had only meant to play along, happy that she’d dreamed of him, but seeing her cry and say no while still gushing so much under the tentacles’ assault brought him relief. And as soon as she took his manhood, she clenched down, swallowing it so greedily. He could hardly contain his joy.

Even the milk from her b*****s was sweet and delicious. He moved his hips slowly, targeting the spots Cynthia especially liked, while commanding the tentacles to move all at once. He made the thin tentacles withdraw so he could rub her c**t with his own hand, and had the tentacles inside her thrust even harder.

Cynthia let out inarticulate cries, her body convulsing. As he gathered her large, swaying b*****s with the tentacles and took them into his mouth, sucking, she seemed to find even that pleasurable. She squirted down below even as he was pounding into her. Milk shot into his mouth as well.

“Yes, we really will do this every day from now on. You like it too, don’t you? You give me your sweet nectar, and I give you pleasure…”

“Hh, hnngghh……”

What a perfect relationship, he thought. Segleninde was satisfied. If, in exchange for making his beloved fiancée happy, he could drink her sweet nectar, he’d never need any other nourishment again.

Delighted, Segleninde thrust roughly, driving himself into her with all his strength. Whenever Cynthia moved involuntarily as she was overwhelmed, he used the tentacles to bind her thighs to her shins, forcing her legs wide open so she couldn’t escape, pounding into her without mercy.

“If I’d known you’d like it this much… I would have just f****d you from the beginning. Sia…”

He didn’t forget to fondle her favorite spot, her c**t, with his fingers, all while sucking at her b*****s from which milk never ceased to flow. Whenever Cynthia wept from her eyes or drooled from her mouth, he licked it all up without leaving a drop.

He caressed her trembling back and stroked her waist, delicately cradling his panting fiancée as her stamina gave out. He didn’t just suck on her n*****s, but also kissed her lips, or took the whole n****e into his mouth, rolling his tongue to savor every bit of her soft flesh.

Cynthia, having climaxed so many times, couldn’t think of anything anymore. Still, the o****m didn’t end, and Segleninde didn’t stop. She truly felt like a vessel made only to pour out honey for him.

Of course, she didn’t hate it. She didn’t hate it, but…

‘…Am I really going to become a human jar like this?’

Suddenly, fear welled up inside her.

Segleninde had treated her so well, and he had even asked her to marry him, which had excited her. But in reality, she was the loser of this game. Even if she had reached an ending, she was still trapped here, unable to return to her original world.

She didn’t know how much Segleninde knew, or how much he could influence the game, but to him, she was nothing more than a trophy. At this point, she even wondered if this wasn’t just a roleplay scenario, but reality itself.

If so, she would become exactly what she had thought at the start: his s*x slave. With no choice but to offer him her nectar, she would be a s*x slave in the truest sense of the word.