Chapter 25: Volume 1- [ - 26 ]
I paused. Considered the math. I had zero points. The skill cost one hundred. I could not afford it.
’System — isn’t one hour too little? Don’t you have a ten-hour version? Twenty hours? Something more... generous?’
[ Level 2 Marketplace unlocks extended duration skills. Current Level 1 items are fixed. Upgrade requirement: First encounter with Heroine-tier candidate. ]
I sighed. Of course. The system’s subscription model was as aggressively stingy as any freemium game I had ever played — basic functionality for free, the good stuff locked behind a paywall you could only breach by advancing the plot. I could not afford the stamina skill, so I would have to rely on pharmaceutical assistance and willpower.
I looked down at Martha. She was still on her knees, my cock in her mouth, her head bobbing with the desperate rhythm of a woman performing survival arithmetic in her head. Her thoughts were a mess of fear and calculation:
’If I please him — if I do this well — he will not kill me — he will not — but he killed Aldric, Aldric was younger and stronger than me, and he killed him with a brick, a brick from the garden wall, and if he could do that—’
"Stop thinking about Aldric," I said. "He was stupid. You are not stupid. Stupid people die. You are going to live, Martha, because you are going to be useful."
I sat on the chair beside the bed. Leaned back. Watched her.
She crawled toward me on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, her thick thighs spreading as she moved, and the sight of her — this woman who had schemed to rob me, who had called me a fool, who had invited a knight to help her carry my gold — crawling across the floor toward my cock with tears on her face, was a painting I wanted to hang in a gallery.
She reached me. Her hand found my cock — wrapping around the base, her fingers unable to close, her grip tentative and trembling. She looked at me. I looked at her. She spread her own legs, her free hand reaching between her thighs, her fingers parting the hairy lips of her pussy — wet, I noticed, despite her fear, or perhaps because of it — and she positioned herself.
She lifted her leg. Planted her foot on my thigh. Guided my cock to her entrance. And sank.
"HAAAAAANGH—!!"
The sound that came from her was not voluntary. It was torn — ripped from somewhere beneath her diaphragm, a raw, animal sound that filled the room and echoed off the stone walls. Her pussy — thick, fat, the kind of plush, cushioned heat that only a woman built like Martha could provide — clamped around my cock as she descended, her inner walls stretching, parting, yielding inch by inch as gravity and her own weight drove her downward.
Her hands found my chest. Her fingers clawed. Her eyes rolled back.
"Nnnngh — HIIENGHH — it is — too — thick — I cannot—’
She sank. Two inches. Three. Four. Her pussy was tighter than expected — the combination of her thick body and the sheer girth of my cock making each inch a negotiation, her walls gripping and fluttering, the wetness abundant but the space limited. Five inches. Six. Seven.
"AAANGH — MY — MY STOMACH — I CAN FEEL IT IN—’
Eight inches. Nine. Her ass met my thighs with a thick, meaty ’clap’ that sent a shudder through her entire body. She was fully impaled — all ten inches buried inside her, her pussy stretched to its absolute limit, the head of my cock pressed against her cervix with a firmness that made her entire frame go rigid.
She sat there. Impaled. Trembling. Her breasts mashed against my chest, her face buried in my neck, her fingers flailing against my shoulders as though searching for something to hold onto and finding nothing.
"Hahhh — hahhh — please — it is — it is too deep — I can feel it in my — I can feel—’
The system chimed.
[ Calculating point value for target: Martha (Head Maid) ... ]
[ Analysis in progress. Assessing narrative significance ... ]
I blinked. The calculation was still running? I had assumed the points would be automatic — they had been for Elira, instantaneous, a number appearing the moment the action was logged. But Martha’s tally was still processing, the system working through something with the deliberate, methodical pace of an auditor who had found a discrepancy.
I did not have time to ponder it. Martha’s walls clenched around me — a violent, involuntary spasm that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine — and I gripped her hips, spread her ass cheeks with both hands, lifted her, and slammed her back down.
"HIIEEENGH—!!"
Her head snapped back. Her tongue came out. Her breasts flew upward — heavy, massive, the momentum of the impact sending them surging up my chest until they were at my eye level, the nipples dark and stiff and leaking nothing because she was not pregnant, just built like a woman who should have been. I took one into my mouth. Sucked hard. The taste was skin and sweat and the faint chemical residue of the aphrodisiac oil I had rubbed into her unconscious body hours ago.
I bounced her. Up and down, my hands on her ass, my hips driving upward to meet each descent, the collision of our bodies producing a sound — thick, wet, heavy — that filled the room like a drumbeat.
PAH! PAH! PHACK! PAH!
"HAANGH — AHNNGH — HIIIENGHH — PLEASE — SLOW — DOWN—!!"
’He is — he is tearing me — I can feel the head — hitting my womb — every time — the pain — no, not pain — I do not know what this is — my body is—’
I took her tit deeper into my mouth, my teeth closing around the nipple, my tongue working the stiffened peak in circles while my hands spread her ass and my cock battered her cervix with metronomic precision. Her whole body was twitching — each impact sending a visible shudder through her thighs, her belly, her breasts, the flesh rippling like the surface of a lake struck by stones.
The system chimed again. This time, a full window materialized:
[ NARRATIVE ANALYSIS COMPLETE ]
Target: Martha (Head Maid, House Veyne)
In the original plot of ’Blooming Thorns’, Martha serves as the household betrayer who robs the lord and flees. This betrayal triggers the financial collapse of House Veyne, forcing the original Caelum Veyne into desperate measures that ultimately lead to his death.
However, due to host’s actions, a significant butterfly effect has been detected:
— Host’s sexual claiming of Elira Thorne (pregnant wife of Knight Captain Garrick Thorne) has altered Elira’s narrative trajectory.
— In the modified timeline, Elira Thorne will eventually discover the full extent of her manipulation. Upon this discovery, her grief and rage will transform her into a deified villain as she witness her miscarriage led to fall of her husband at hands of man she surrendered her body too — a woman consumed by vengeance who turns the town against House Veyne.
— This deification event will summon the Hero Party to the region. Among them, the Heroine-tier candidate [Healer] will ally with Martha, who will serve as key witness to the atrocities committed against a pregnant woman.
— Together, they will orchestrate the host’s downfall, culminating in the offering of the host’s body to the deified Elira as an act of divine retribution.
— Martha’s role as narrative catalyst increases her base point value by a factor of 4×.
Point Calculation:
- Base actions (vaginal, anal, oral, manipulation): 150 pts
- Narrative significance multiplier: ×4
- Total: 600 pts
[ Points credited. Current balance: 600 pts ]