Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 33: It’s nothing... Really(R18)

"It’s simple, really. I let you have at me for a little while, with your arousal heightened to the maximum I’ll stop, and you’ll just have to endure."

Nadia’s explanation was met with a flat stare from me. "So, in other words, you satisfy yourself and leave me hanging."

She reached out and pinched my ear firmly. "Do you not fear me at all? How many times do I have to repeat this? I am not doing this because I want to."

I continued to stare blankly at her until she finally averted her gaze, a faint flush touching her neck.

I was right, she’s really trying to gaslight me into thinking she has no benefit in all this!

"...Okay, maybe a little. But that’s not the point. As I said, this is to build your endurance. If your arousal hits its peak and you are unable to satisfy it, your body will slowly adapt. With time, the urges won’t matter; you’ll be the one in control."

"Theoretically," I countered. "I don’t know just how intense these urges were for my past self to be so hopeless against them. It’s probably like a drug addict suffering through withdrawal."

She thought about it for a moment, then a slow smile spread across her lips. "Then the theory holds. I’ll feed you your ’drug’ in small, continuous doses until your body learns to function without it."

Her logic was sound, though theories rarely survived the friction of reality. Suddenly, her hand reached down into the water, her fingers closing firmly around my length. I was completely bare in the tub, and while she was still technically dressed, her skimpy, flowery gown was now so soaked it was practically transparent.

The fabric clung to every curve of her body. From her position straddling my abdomen, I had a perfect view of the smooth arc of her hips and the firm line of her stomach. I would never admit it to her—the gloating would be endless—but she was perfect.

"Like what you see? I knew being a pervert was in your blood. Even without your memories, you’re exactly the same. I’m certain if I walked out now, you’d be right here, thinking of me while you finished yourself off. Very naughty." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She continued to gloat, and I simply let her talk. She moved back slightly, rising just enough so that her breasts were positioned directly over my rod.

"I would have loved to torment you more, but you haven’t earned the honor of having this in my mouth yet. That only happens the day you completely overpower me and fuck me stupid," she said, flashing that signature sultry grin.

"Wait, didn’t that basically happen yesterday?" I asked.

Her mouth hung open for a second before her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson. "That was a miscalculation! I didn’t think you would completely lose your mind just for a release. Plus, you wouldn’t give me a chance to recover! That doesn’t count."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

She proceeded to compress my length between her soft, heavy mounds. She grinned, watching me struggle to suppress a moan.

"Looks like it’s working."

It was. Every point of contact sent mind-numbing shocks of pleasure through me. I could barely imagine what would happen once I was inside her; would I lose my mind entirely?

"Let’s oil it up first." She reached for a bottle of oil she must have brought in with her. She flicked it open and poured the slick liquid down the valley of her chest. I felt the oil coat my meat as she moved, her teeth catching the corner of her lip in that predatory smile she always wore.

She set the bottle aside and held her breasts toward me, her eyes locking onto mine. "I’m going to give you a boobjob."

I exhaled slowly, trying to clear my mind. I needed to overcome this body’s weaknesses.

"Remember, only one round. And you don’t get to finish—well, you couldn’t even if you wanted to," she laughed. "So try to enjoy it while it lasts."

She hadn’t removed the gown completely, only pulling the top down to facilitate the act. With a fluid motion, she began to slide her breasts along my length, the friction scraping against the most sensitive parts of my arousal. Unconsciously, my arms—previously unresponsive from exhaustion—gripped the edges of the tub as I gasped for air.

"There’s no way in hell... this is how I normally feel," I grunted.

Nadia licked her lips. "You still don’t understand. Your bloodline doesn’t just provide tremendous pleasure to your partner; it triples the sensation on your end."

She began to glide up and down with increasing speed. The wet, rhythmic friction was maddening, my mind turning white from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. A devilish grin spread across her face—she was clearly enjoying my struggle.

"Ugh...!"

I tried to hold it back, but my body betrayed me. As she finally stopped, my toes curled and my back arched, my waist thrusting upward instinctively. The release I had tried so hard to contain shot out in thick, hot ropes across her skin. For a full minute, I simply froze, paralyzed by the aftershock, before collapsing back into the water.

"That... was crazy," I gasped, realizing the scale of the problem I was facing.

I looked down to find her staring at her chest with a strange expression. "A waste," she remarked. "It would have been much better inside, don’t you think?"

She smirked and straddled me again, lifting her hips as she guided my rod with her slender hands. "Tsk. So young, yet you’re carrying something this big around. Have you no shame?"

I blinked. "What?"

"Normally, a young man your age would be... more slender. But look at the girth on this." She shook her head, though her eyes were shining. "How greedy. Most men would curse you to death if they saw this."

"First of all, I’m not gay, so I don’t plan on showing it to other guys. Second... did you ever consider the size is connected to the bloodline?"

Nadia pursed her lips. "Oops. I completely forgot about that. My bad."

Before she even finished the sentence, she dropped her hips. I forcefully penetrated her, sliding into a surprisingly hot, slimy cave.

"Oh God... oh my God!"

She gasped the moment I pierced deep, my tip pressing hard against the entrance of her womb. She hadn’t taken the gown off; in fact, she had adjusted it so she was riding me while still dressed. The sight of the fabric stretched over her was incredibly provocative, knowing she was completely bare underneath. I could even see a slight swell in her lower abdomen from the depth of the penetration.

"How did you get even bigger than... last time?" she asked through clenched teeth, her eyes fluttering.

I wasn’t faring any better. The sensation was maddening—every wall of her interior seemed to be contracting, a billion tiny hands pulling me further in. It was incredibly hot, slippery, and tighter than anything I could have imagined.

"Do you... feel pain?" I asked, noticing she wasn’t moving.

"No... I’m letting my body adjust. Don’t look down on me, brat. Even like this, I can still ruin you."

"Sure."

If my bloodline brought her as much pleasure as she claimed, the sensation was likely overshadowing any discomfort. She began to pull back, and I felt the intense suction of her walls trying to keep me inside.

"Yes...!" She moaned, then leaned down to devour my lips as she slammed back down, taking all of me once again.

My brain felt like it was suffering from a sensory overload. She became savage, her tongue raging through my mouth while her hips moved with a mind of their own. Every time she slammed down, our bodies met with a resounding impact. I was frozen in a state of pure ecstasy.

"Mmm... it’s so deep..."

She kept moaning into my mouth, her nails clawing at my back. Seeking an anchor amidst the bombardment of pleasure, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight, crushing hug. She was so soft, yet the power in her movements was undeniable.

"Ahhh... it’s too big..."

She sounded like she had lost all will to stop. We went on for what felt like an eternity. I had lost track of the "endurance training." I could feel her reaching peak after peak, her body releasing so much heat and moisture that every downward thrust resulted in a loud, wet clap of skin on skin.

Despite everything, I hadn’t reached my second peak yet.

Suddenly, she pulled away from the kiss and pressed my face against her oiled, slippery breasts, suffocating me in a desperate embrace. She began to ram down even faster.

"Oh, that’s it! Right there! Yes... yes!"

With one final, heavy impact, her ass pressed so tightly against my crotch that the heat was staggering. I reached my limit.

"Crap! I’m coming!"

"Good heavens..." Her voice was a mere whisper.

I felt her internal walls tighten into a vice. She pressed herself even firmer against me, her body twisting in a final, desperate rhythm until she suddenly froze. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible as her entire body quivered in a localized earthquake.

My toes curled, my waist shot upward as we merged, and my release blew into her in a thick, powerful surge.

"Oh my goodness!" She moaned so loudly it sounded like a cry of pain and pleasure combined.

As I was reeling from the aftershock, she suddenly dived down and bit my neck!