I Transmigrated as an Extra in a Trashy Dark Romance Game - Chapter 6

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Carlton’s head moved down, past her chest and flat stomach, toward the small valley and the secret place between Edith’s legs. All Edith could do was moan into his embrace and writhe her hips helplessly.

“Ah…!”

A wet, slick sound echoed as his tongue laved the already dampened flesh. The pleasure, too immense for her first time, had already numbed her mind. Moans spilled from Edith’s mouth, growing louder as she lost all sense of where he was sucking and tasting.

After diligently wetting her secret place, Carlton raised his torso.

“If you are at all unwilling… tell me now…”

“I-It’s… okay.”

Seeing Edith, clearly aroused, shaking her head at him, Carlton, who had been barely holding onto his composure, let out a deep sigh of relief. He tore off his neatly buttoned knight’s uniform tunic and threw it aside, revealing rugged, lean muscles that spoke of rigorous training.

His slightly tanned, light bronze skin made the muscles stand out more, and the scars of various wounds only enhanced his masculine appeal. When he pushed his trousers down, the member that had been confined sprang free.

Slightly darker than his skin tone, it looked as thick as a woman’s wrist. Pre-c*m glistened from the head down the shaft, evidence of his restraint. The way it stood rigid, seemingly reaching his navel, was profoundly intimidating.

With his rough, thick hand, he slid it from the head down the shaft, spreading the slick fluid more evenly.

Then, settling between Edith’s legs, he carefully pressed against her. But the moment he felt the warm, soft sensation, he could hold back no longer. He thrust into her in a single, rough motion, a groan tearing from Carlton’s lips.

“Ngh… I can no longer… restrain myself, my lady…”

Perhaps due to the thoroughly slicked, glistening entrance and the ample arousal, he expected it to be smooth. But the passage felt too tight, catching midway. Unable to bear it, Carlton pushed through with force.

“……!! Ngh, ah, it hurts…!”

Edith, experiencing this pain for the first time, couldn’t even cry out. Her mouth fell open, and she felt tears welling up again. Unconsciously, her hands clenched, her nails digging sharply into Carlton’s forearm as the pain made her feel like her body was being split in two.

With a wet, tearing sound, the already strained entrance felt like it slightly gave way. Sensing it become a fraction easier, Carlton slowly increased his pace, driving up into her.

“Ahhk! It hurts! Stop…!! Ah, please!”

Edith’s voice, which seemed destined for eternal agony, gradually shifted to gasps as Carlton’s thrusts grew faster and more relentless.

The feeling of being filled to the brim, then momentarily emptied, brought an unconscious sense of loss. Then, being filled again, pierced to her core, delivered a pleasure Edith had never known in her life.

Feeling her tightness clenching around him, he drove into her without rest, showering her lovely lips, chest, shoulders, and nape with messy kisses in between.

As the pace of his hips quickened, their moans grew louder. Feeling his climax approach, he gave a final, urgent thrust.

“Ah…!”

A thin thread of reason must have remained. He pulled out just in time, and thick, white seed gushed forth, spilling onto Edith’s flat stomach.

Looking down at her, and then at himself, Carlton’s breathing was ragged.

“Haah… haah…”

His member, which he thought would subside after release, stood rigid as if unsatisfied. Carlton himself seemed unquenched by this thirst.

He lifted Edith’s wrist, pressing his lips to the inside. In a voice barely audible, he spoke, then turned her onto her side.

“Forgive me, my lady.”

After his apology, with Edith turned on her side, she could only take him once more. The position was different from before—lying on her side meant he entered at an unfamiliar, deeper angle.

Perhaps her pale thighs shaking helplessly looked strained, because Carlton, his arm already scarred with her nail marks, hooked one of her thighs and lifted it. Having already released once, a slight sense of leisure allowed him to move his hips with more care than before.

Swirling inside her, then thrusting deeply to the hilt, he felt her inner walls clench tightly before releasing with a shuddering tremor. It felt maddeningly good.

Most of all, it was wildly e****c—seeing her helplessly trembling, marked with his seed, yet still reacting when he hit the right spot. The thought made him want to come inside her again.

“Ngh!”

The moan that escaped her, her responsive body, gave him a strange sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. He thought he would never tire of holding her like this, no matter how many times. As if inexhaustible, Carlton tormented Edith several more times after that.

By the time it finally ended, it was long after Edith’s voice had given out, leaving her to moan soundlessly before she ultimately lost consciousness.

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[Panic State Lifted.]

My eyes were closed, but my senses were vivid. I saw the game window against the dark void of my vision.

Feeling inexplicably heavy, I opened my eyes. The window I saw first told me it was still the dim light of dawn.

I pushed aside the heavy weight pinning my waist and turned. My body froze instantly.

A man with short, grayish hair had his eyes closed, holding me in his embrace. Then, like a video playing, yesterday’s memories replayed in my mind.

‘…This is insane.’

I knew that if Edith’s body, which I possessed, surpassed a certain threshold of melancholy, it would enter a panic state.

‘But it’s not a split personality… Why does it act on its own will…?’

“Stay with me through the night…”

The thought was so embarrassing and shameful I felt a panic of my own coming on. Edith could only tear at her hair in silence.

‘But after this kind of thing, aren’t you supposed to be in so much pain you can’t walk…? I feel perfectly fine.’

Thinking this, Edith carefully sat up, trying to quietly slip out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor—

“Ahk!”

It hurt. Standing up, her lower back screamed in pain. It ached dully, as if strained, and her inner thighs—overstretched from yesterday—felt like they were gripped by muscle soreness.