How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 50

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

The impact stole Cynthia’s breath for a moment. It hurts. Her lower region was painfully sensitive. Even though it was small, the unexpected tearing and thrusting of flesh inevitably caused pain to spread.

Worried her bottom might be torn, she looked down. But, contrary to her fear, there wasn’t a trace of blood.

More importantly, who on earth had come up with such unhelpful ‘help’? Cynthia trembled throughout her body and turned around—only to be startled.

Segleninde, who must have appeared without her noticing, was gripping her shoulders with both hands.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Having fun?”

“I—I wasn’t doing it because I wanted to! More importantly, when did you even get here?”

“I’m not sure, but when I opened my eyes, I was here. Besides, it seemed like you were doing it because you wanted to. Focusing on your own pleasure without realizing I’d arrived made for quite entertaining viewing.”

He wore that crooked little smile of his. Cynthia narrowed her reddened eyes, tears welling up, glaring at him. Only a moment ago, her opinion of him had almost improved, and now it was completely withdrawn. That bastard really was a thug after all.

“Anyway, you wanted it inside, right? I helped you get it in, so isn’t that enough? Keep going.”

“Ugh…”

When he snapped at her, “Someone said they wanted to do it in front of you,” the quest window from earlier reappeared before her eyes, flickering brightly. As if reminding her not to forget her purpose, the words ‘Rest Point’ glowed large and bright.

He wanted her to do it in front of him? Cynthia had no choice but to move her hips. The pain made her feel dry below, so she turned away from him and lowered her hand to her crotch, beginning to touch her c******s.

“Uh… hngh…”

With one hand, she rolled her c******s while very slowly raising and lowering her hips, awkwardly probing herself with the thin d***o. Her body felt stiff from forcing the motion. Meanwhile, Segleninde’s gaze seemed ready to pierce through her back, and Cynthia could barely bear it.

“Look somewhere else… nngh, turn your head…!”

“I don’t want to. Didn’t you say you wanted to show me?”

“No! Haah…!”

Just thinking he was watching made chills run beneath her belly. But though the c******s grew wetter with each touch, she still felt nothing.

Perhaps because she was getting used to the small size, her inner walls only tightened more desperately. She briefly thought it would have been better when Segleninde had used his tongue. But she had no confidence to move her hips strongly. The unfamiliar sensation made her spine shudder.

“Hmm.”

Up until now, Segleninde had been watching her motions silently. Now he reached forward, awkwardly grasped her slender waist—previously only lightly running his hand—and, as he had pressed on her shoulder earlier, he used force to seat her onto the d***o.

Thuck!

“A-Ahhh…!”

“What could you possibly feel from just that? Try thinking of it as mine.”

He very lightly turned her to face him, then gripped her waist, lifting her briefly before thrusting her down onto the d***o again. Her flesh scraped against the chair’s surface with a squishing sound, and the thin d***o cut sharply through her flesh behind his vigorous thrust.

“W-Wait! Nnngh!”

Cynthia desperately clutched at his shoulder, but he did not stop. He lifted and plunged her onto the d***o as if she were a toy, each movement quicker than the last. Though she fought with all her will, the continued thrusting left her breathless.

His strength was so great she couldn’t break free, and because Segleninde was facing her directly, it truly felt like he was the one going inside her.