How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 117

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

Even as her body was continually soaked in pleasure, a wave of negative thoughts rose in her mind, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. Until just a moment ago, she’d been crying because of the pleasure, but now she was about to cry out of sorrow for her situation.

Her body was also reaching its limit.

The unending pleasure was starting to feel terrifying. It felt good, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. She was scared from having climaxed so many times. Thinking that she couldn’t go on like this, Cynthia called out to him with a cracked voice.

“S-Segleninde…!”

Even now, she couldn’t bring herself to call him ‘Sellie’, so she called his name without shortening it in the slightest. Suddenly, Segleninde stopped moving his hips.

The n****e that had just been in his mouth fell away, spraying milk, and the tentacle that had been thrusting in her rear stopped as did the thumb that had been rubbing her c**t. Even the other tentacles that had been busily touching or stroking Cynthia’s body froze all at once.

Segleninde spoke in a tense voice.

“…Why did you call me like that?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you call me Sellie?”

Startled, Cynthia struggled to lift her head, and Segleninde cast down a somewhat hardened gaze. His eyes, which had seemed like wine in a clear glass, now looked like pitch-black blood. He whispered gloomily, tightly embracing Cynthia in both arms.

“Call me Sellie……”

“Wh— Hnngh…!”

After a brief pause, the motions resumed. Unlike the frenzy from moments before, Segleninde now began to move his hips very slowly.

He pressed his thick shaft deep inside her, as if trying to meld it completely with her insides, pressing hard against her tight inner walls. But he was moving so slowly that Cynthia felt tormented.

The tentacle in her rear slipped out, and aside from the ones that bound her limbs and supported her body, none of the tentacles moved anymore.

Her climax was postponed, but the slow, dragging thrusts only made things harder to bear. Unable to take it, Cynthia wrapped her trembling arms around his neck and whispered desperately.

“S-Sellie……”

“Yes, Sia.”

He smiled gently in response.

“It makes me happy, hearing you say my name…”

From now on, it wasn’t Segleninde, but Sellie. He wanted to be called only by that name by her. Even if it was a ridiculously cute name, as long as it brought him closer to her, even a little more friendly and affectionate, he was happy to accept it.

Cynthia understood the meaning too. But she didn’t have time to be moved. At that moment, Segleninde once again pounded deep inside her like a hammer, and Cynthia, head thrown back, saw the tentacles rising to the ceiling.

Some of them were gathered in thin, slender bunches, some were flexible and smooth but had a bulbous, fist-sized tip, and some were covered in bumps and oozed with fluid. The one hanging closest to her s*x was slim and slick but oddly curved.

Soon, all those tentacles fell upon Cynthia.

“Hhhaaaah…!”

Once again her rear was invaded, a tentacle shoved into her mouth, and Cynthia, buried among tentacles that rubbed roughly at her c**t, wept as Segleninde embraced her tightly.

Of course, he didn’t stop his hips, pounding her so her insides thudded as his shaft, ridged like veins, scraped to her very end, while in her rear, a tentacle covered in lumps worked its way up to her colon, making her scream. But even that scream was muffled by the tentacle flooding her mouth with fluid.

While Segleninde drank deeply from her milky b*****s, a blunt tentacle pressed hard against her lower abdomen. Thin tentacles wrapped around her toes, caressing and massaging them one by one, and others curled around her fingers.

Soon, Segleninde’s thick seed filled Cynthia’s belly, but just as before, he didn’t care at all about his own release, only using it as more lubricant as he continued to pound her with even greater care.

With her vision fading to white, Cynthia looked up at the pale tentacles swaying over her head like they were waiting in line and thought, I really shouldn’t have called his name.