Chapter 159: Virgin blood on the sword!
"S-Shut up!"
Sera stammered, her voice cracking with a fierce, burning mixture of humiliation and raw, unadulterated fury.
She was incredibly, catastrophically unhappy.
The fact that this degenerate was out here calling Hina the "perfect body" had already struck a fatal blow to her pride.
But just as she was trying to salvage what was left of her dignity, Kaizen decided to pour an entire tanker truck of gasoline onto the fire and toss a match.
Kaizen paused his rhythmic grinding, letting out a thoughtful, reminiscent hum.
"Oh, man... come to think of it, you know why I never made a move on you before today?"
Sera froze, her breath catching in her throat.
’Huh...?’
Come to think of it... this guy was a known, unapologetic pervert!
A walking hazard who would look at literally any living, breathing female with a decent chest and a nice waist as fair game.
Yet, throughout their entire time together, he had never once made a predatory advance on her! Not a single grab, not a single teasing whisper.
Why?! Was she somehow beneath his standards?! Was she not attractive enough?!
She panted heavily, her grip on the cave wall tightening until her knuckles turned ghostly white. Against her better judgment, her ego demanded to know.
"W-Why...?" she blurted out, her voice trembling with wounded pride. "Why didn’t you ever make a move on me?!"
Kaizen leaned down right against her ear, his tone dripping with casual, devastating honesty.
"Because Hina-chan’s pussy milked me so completely dry, I was just dead sure she was the absolute, undisputed perfection of a woman for any man. He he."
CRASH.
It felt like a massive, multi-ton concrete slab had just fallen directly out of the dungeon ceiling and smashed straight onto her head!
Sera froze dead in her tracks, every single muscle in her athletic body locking up.
Her ego, which had been desperately clinging to life through sheer competitive spite, shattered into a billion irrecoverable pieces.
She let out a low, pathetic, wounded gnarling noise deep in her throat.
If those words had come from Leo, she could easily brush it off. ’Of course her boyfriend says that, he’s just biased,’ she would tell herself.
If it had been some random guy, she could shrug it off as utter nonsense.
...But this guy?!
This absolute, unhinged young master of lust who operated on a completely different plane of existence?
A guy who possessed the terrifying capability to pull any woman in the entire world, a literal lustful demon of a pervert?
For him to casually declare another woman as absolute perfection.
And to openly admit that Hina had completely drained him dry.
Just utterly broke her heart and crushed her soul right then and there!
’H-He... He actually chose her over me?!’
Sera’s mind screamed, a hot tear of pure, bitter, devastation welling up in the corner of her eye.
’Am I really just second best to that lazy, aristocratic bimbo?!’
But...
Her competitive gym-girl pride simply refused to allow it.
To be looked down upon?
To be considered second best to that lazy, aristocratic bimbo who probably thought a deadlift was a type of fancy coffee?!
Absolutely not.
Over her dead, perfectly sculpted, high-density corpse!
Before Kaizen could open his mouth to heap even more devastating praise onto Hina, Sera snapped.
"Shut up!"
She shouted, her voice cracking with fierce, wounded outrage.
Dead silence instantly fell over the dark, damp corridor.
Kaizen blinked, a broad, amused smile spreading across his face as he watched her shoulders heave with pure, unadulterated fury.
Slowly, awkwardly, Sera turned her head back over her shoulder.
Her dark eyes, shining with furious, tear-brimmed pride, glared a hole straight through his soul.
"You..."
Sera hissed, her voice trembling violently.
"You are only saying that... because you’ve never actually tasted me!"
With that explosive declaration, Sera didn’t even hesitate.
Before Kaizen’s brain could fully process her chaotic logic, her hands flew down to her waist.
With a swift, aggressive motion, she yanked her high-density athletic leggings and her tiny, soaked g-string down past her knees in one fluid, desperate sweep.
She immediately planted both palms firmly against the cold stone wall, bending her upper body low, and thrust her bare, muscular hips straight back into the open air.
Without an ounce of shame left, her face burning hotter than a supernova, she glared back between her own thighs with absolute, unhinged defiance.
"So taste me right now, you arrogant pervert!"
Sera screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her shattered ego.
"Taste me... and then tell me whose pussy is actually better!"
Kaizen promptly clasped his hands together in a deeply pious, reverent gesture and closed his eyes.
’Wha... What absolute peak porn game magic!’
Kaizen thought, wiping an imaginary tear of profound spiritual joy from his eye.
’Look at this magnificent, brain-rotted logic.’
’Truly, I must send a deeply appreciative fruit basket to the pathetic, basement-dwelling virgin creator who coded this masterpiece of a game world!’
Meanwhile, standing completely bare-bottomed in the middle of a monster-infested dungeon, Sera kept her head firmly ducked down.
She stared with intense, laser-like fixation at a rather uninteresting patch of dark, damp dirt near her sneakers.
Obviously, she wasn’t thinking straight in the slightest.
In fact, she was still violently fuming over the Hina comparison, her internal gears spinning so fast they were practically throwing sparks.
Her competitive ego had entirely hijacked her nervous system, completely bypassing every known law of self-preservation.
In her blind, incandescent rage, her brain utterly failed to process a minor, highly critical detail:
She had just given full, enthusiastic, unhinged verbal consent for a known, unapologetic pervert to thoroughly demolish her untouched, sacred sanctuary!
The holy, pristine pussy she had religiously guarded, moisturized, and saved like a national heritage site exclusively for her beloved, golden-boy Leo-kun!
"Just so you know—"
Sera started, clearing her throat.
"IKADESIMAS!"
But Kaizen’s screeched defensively, cutting her off at lightspeed.
ZIP!
With the frantic urgency of a man defusing a tactical bomb, Kaizen whipped his hands out, grabbed the waistband of his dark trousers, and violently yanked them down.
"Huh?!"
Sera blinked, momentarily startled by her sudden, aggressive sound.
Tap. Tap.
Without a single second to waste, a heavy, throbbing weight lightly tapped against her drenched, trembling entrance.
The bulbous, velvet-thick head of his colossal weapon pressed directly, and unmistakably, against her bare, unprotected pussy.
It was warm. It was impossibly wide. And it radiated pure, unadulterated chaotic energy.
Thump.
For the very first time since this entire unhinged dungeon expedition began... a cold, icy shiver of genuine, raw terror shot straight down Sera’s spine.
Her fried brain finally, violently rebooted.
’Wait...’
Her soul whispered in absolute, paralyzing horror as she felt the sheer, monstrous scale of what was about to enter her.
’WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL AM I DOING TO LEO-KUN’S FUTURE WIFE PRIVILEGES?!’
"Wait a minute! Let’s talk this out—hng~!"
Sera gasped, her eyes snapping wide open as she tried to scramble forward on her hands and knees like a panicked crab.
Too late.
Gravity, physics, and Kaizen’s absolute zero-percent regard for civilized debate intervened all at once.
With a heavy, deliberate shift of his hips, he drove forward like a freight train.
Sooo dweeepppp~
A pathetic, highly un-athletic squeak leaked straight out of Sera’s mouth, her vocal cords completely betraying her as the sheer, monstrous circumference of his weapon breached her sacred, heavily-guarded walls.
Rip.
A sudden, sharp sting shot straight up her spine.
Sera froze dead in her tracks, her breath catching violently in her throat.
That wasn’t just the usual stretching pressure...
That was the unmistakable, tight barrier of her untouched virginity finally giving way, tearing right down the center as his massive steel-pipe girth forced its way past her virgin hymen.
"Ah—! Hahhh?!"
A tiny trickle of bright red, fresh maiden’s blood welled up instantly from her tight entrance, smearing slickly against his base as he buried himself all the way to the hilt.
Her fried gym-girl brain short-circuited into a million error codes.
’B-Blood?!’
Her soul shrieked in absolute, cosmic horror.
’HE... HE ACTUALLY TOOK IT?!’
’THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LEO-KUN’S EXPEDITION PRIZE!’
’NOT THIS RANK-F TRASH’S LOOT DROP!’
Kaizen paused for half a second, feeling the tight, stubborn resistance of the broken barrier giving way to absolute, molten heat.
He let out a deeply satisfied sigh as he completely filled every single microscopic centimeter of her convulsing, untouched core.
"Talk what out?"
Kaizen murmured smoothly right above her ear, his voice dripping with lawless menace.
"You explicitly requested a comparative taste-test audit, Sera chan."
"As a certified academic of the smut arts, it is my professional duty to ensure the hymenal data is thoroughly recorded."
"I-I was angry! My ego— ngah! My virgin hymen! You broke it! You actually broke it, you trash—!"
Sera whimpered, hot tears of sheer, overwhelming humiliation spilling over her eyelashes as her gym-honed quads shook so violently she looked like a freshly hatched baby deer standing on ice.
Every single time he shifted even a millimeter, her freshly torn, raw walls squeezed helplessly around his steel-like thickness.
Sending wild, electric jolts of agonizing pleasure straight up to her brain and completely melting her ability to form a coherent English sentence.
"Well, your ego has excellent taste in architecting bad decision-making."
Kaizen chuckled darkly, his hot hands firmly gripping her narrow, sweat-slicked hips, feeling the warm, sticky trail of her virgin blood mixing with her heavy pussy slick.
With a slow, agonizingly deliberate pull, he backed almost all the way out.