How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 121

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

After being penetrated for who knows how long, Cynthia came to her senses and found herself once again in the large bath, held in Segleninde’s arms.

By now, this had become such a regular occurrence that she wasn’t even surprised. She glanced at him, and when their eyes met, they just shared a brief kiss. Despite living a life that was decadent to the point of debauchery, lately she felt at ease.

“Ah. You still have some of my c*m in your hair. Let me get it off for you.”

Maybe it was because she felt loved.

Just as Segleninde said, Cynthia closed her eyes for a moment, then this time also asked him for a tentacle massage and rested her head on his shoulder. In the past, those tentacles had only ever been used to rip or twist people apart, but now he carefully massaged her tired body with them, and seemed quite pleased about it.

When their eyes met again, Segleninde smiled and this time kissed her first.

Whenever their eyes met, he always smiled like an angel, as if he were truly happy.

“Come to think of it, you owe me something too, don’t you?”

“What…? Oh.”

When Segleninde subtly offered his cheek, Cynthia finally remembered what she’d promised him. It was something she’d answered half-asleep and then forgotten, but she had agreed to kiss him first.

By now, after everything they’d done, it wasn’t a difficult thing at all, so Cynthia pressed her lips to Segleninde’s cheek. But something felt strange.

“Hm?”

Her lips weren’t touching his cheek, but his lips.

She thought he’d just quickly turned his head, and was about to laugh, but when she looked closer, she saw a new pair of lips had appeared on his cheek. Alarmed, she tried to stand up, but the tentacles massaging her arms and legs held her in place.

He grinned mischievously.

“What’s wrong? Keep going.”

“N-No, what the. Why do you have lips there? That’s creepy. Ugh!”

Lick.

Something licked her side.

Startled, she looked over and saw Segleninde’s hand at her waist. On his palm, too, a mouth had appeared, flicking its tongue. He lowered that hand to her entrance.

He smiled.

“Shall we try something fun?”

What happened next was exactly what she imagined.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

“Hehe, uung. Haang…”

As the lips and tongue on his palm licked and sucked her most sensitive place, Cynthia had to kiss every part of his body Segleninde presented to her until he was satisfied. Everywhere her lips touched, new lips and tongues appeared.

When she kissed his shoulder, lips appeared there too. When she kissed his neck, lips and tongues appeared there as well. Wherever she pressed her soft, bud-like lips, another mouth formed, almost as if he was determined to get every last kiss from her.

When she kissed his finger, tiny lips and a tongue appeared at the fingertip, and those lips sucked her c**t. As the lips, perfectly sized for her c**t, licked her, Cynthia cried out uncontrollably. Finally, even on the tip of the c**k he had thrust inside her, lips and a tongue appeared.

Every time he thrust up, the lips on the tip of his c**k kissed and rubbed her cervix, licking her inner walls with the tongue. When he pressed in deep enough to hit her peak, the tongue would slip inside. As Segleninde covered her with kisses from every mouth and tongue on his face and body, he soothed her as she cried.

Before long, Cynthia was trembling in another intense climax that blurred her senses, yet she was overcome by a strange sense of satisfaction.

* * *

For once, Cynthia slept in late.

The moment she opened her eyes, Segleninde was lying beside her, watching quietly, waiting for her to wake. They hugged, kissed, and rolled around together before finally getting out of bed. Outside, the maids who’d been waiting came in one after another to help her get ready for the day.

When she arrived at the dining room, as always, she sat on Segleninde’s lap and let him feed her. Absentmindedly checking her status window, she noticed a new change she’d never seen before.

[ Segleninde’s Consort ]
Special stat: Overall physical abilities increased, absolute protection from danger within the Wincastle Dukedom’s domain, favor from all creatures, automatic summoning of Segleninde in case of danger, unconditional access to all locked doors within the mansion

“Oh……”

Cynthia chewed the salad Segleninde fed her and let out an admiring sigh. The fresh salad tasted wonderful, and the title effect was even better.