A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 14
“Ah, sister, ah, stop, wait, stop. Ah… khng!”
I couldn’t hear his tearful pleas as I was on the verge of cl*max. Instead, I moved my waist even more fiercely to compensate for his slowed movements. It was a selfish act without any technique or consideration, only for my own pl*asure.
“No, sister. Ah, wait, just a moment. Unh! Ah, no…!”
“Ha, good. Ah, Lionel, more, uh, ah, huh, like it!”
Lionel shook his head and his body twitched. I bit my lower lip and rushed only towards the cl*max. W*t, squishing sounds were overlaid with explosive moans.
“Huh, ah, aah!”
My insides tightened around the overwhelming pl*asure of cl*max. The feeling of satisfaction hitting my head lasted for a long time. I hugged Lionel’s neck and then slowly relaxed. The thighs of Lionel underneath me spasmed violently. And he too seemed to have reached his cl*max, beginning to ej*cul@te.
“…Ah, aah.”
Lionel sobbed, tears streaming down his face. I stared at his face blankly and then felt a sense of dissonance. The stream shooting inside me was too fierce to be s*men.
“W-Wait, Lionel…! Stop. Ah…! Wh-What are you… ugh, it’s weird!”
“Heuk, sister. I told you to stop…”
The stream harshly hit my insides and then dripped down. It w*t my skirt hem, Lionel’s thighs, and the seat. I barely managed to move my limp legs and lifted my hips. As the p*nis slid out, white l*quid and milky fl*id poured out as if urinating.
I was shocked by the situation I was experiencing for the first time and looked down at me. Drip, drip. Something kept flowing endlessly from below. A few more spurts of l*quid shot out from the tip of Lionel’s p*nis.
“Did you… pee?”
Lionel’s neck and ears turned bright red as he clamped his mouth shut.
“Lionel, did you pee?”
Pointing it out directly made his entire body flush red. Lionel carefully wiped my thighs with his shirt, using the dry parts.
“…I don’t know. It felt so good… I thought something would keep coming out.”
I looked at the l*quid pooled on the floor. It was too light and odorless to be urine. I vaguely remembered a dirty joke among friends that men could also ej*culate like a fountain when experiencing extreme pl*asure. Could it be… that?
Knock, knock. The sudden knock made me widen my eyes in surprise. I quickly scanned our appearance and the inside of the carriage. Unidentified l*quid was smeared everywhere, Lionel was shirtless, and the front of his clothes was indecently open. My hair was a mess, and my clothes were wrinkled.
“We… ahem… have arrived.”
The coachman seemed to have a rough idea of the situation inside. Unlike me, Lionel was remarkably calm. I hastily pulled on Lionel’s arm as he was about to open the door.
“Li, Lionel wait! Going out like this? The coachman… he’ll know what we did.”
“No one maintains dignity in front of livestock.”
“What are you talking about!”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
“No. I am embarrassed. Mortifyingly so!”
Lionel seemed to ponder for a moment, then suddenly slipped his arm under my knees and lifted me up in one smooth motion, pressing my face against his chest. The carriage door opened, and I felt the outside air. I could imagine the coachman’s face.
“Forget it, sell me this carriage.”
Following the sound of metal clashing, the coachman’s voice came through in panic, “Yes, yes, of course.” Lionel walked briskly forward, followed by the coachman’s greeting.
“The unwelcomed guest is gone, sister. Now it’s really just the two of us.”
Lionel opened the door to the villa.
* * *
The peaceful days continued. The daily missions turned into daily intimate encounters, and Lionel’s vigor grew stronger with each passing day. Watching Lionel eager to blend our bodies together regardless of the place, Daymond, who would never let me out of bed for the entire day, suddenly came to mind.
By now, Daymond must be frantically searching for me.
[The murderer begins to act.]
My body had left the mansion, but the game was not over yet. And one strange thing was that every time the warning window popped up indicating the murderer began to act, Lionel was not around. No… To be precise, the warning appeared whenever Lionel was absent.
I trembled in fear, desperately praying that Lionel’s clothes would be free of bloodstains. Fortunately, I had yet to find any bloodstains on him.
Since the last mission of finding Selena’s body, I skipped all the surprise missions. However, it seemed like the game noticed that I had given up on finding the murderer, as items kept pouring out even without me undertaking any surprise missions as if urging me to return to the mansion with these items.
“What’s this now…”
[You have acquired a ‘Camera’ found in an abandoned house!]
[Item effect: Snap, snap, you can take photos of the crime scene. Very useful for securing evidence!]
I scoffed at the black film camera. What am I even supposed to do with this? After placing the camera on the desk and turning around, I saw a long wooden stick dangling from the ceiling.
[Try stabbing the cannibalistic murderer ‘Branch’! acquired]
[Item effect: If you stab a murderer who is in the act, they will spill all their secrets. A very useful item for securing evidence!]
Both items were only usable during the time, the murderer was committing a crime. Before taking photos or stabbing, I would likely be the one getting shot or stabbed.
Previously, wandering around the mansion all day might yield one item at best, but these days, living an ordinary life would drop three or four items a day, bringing a sense of futility. I wanted to live without thinking about the murderer, but even that seemed difficult because of the items.
“Hey, system.”
[Yes, Miss.]
“I thought item drops don’t happen in hard mode? What’s with this system being so inconsistent.”
[The system operates with precise standards and equity. Item drops in hard mode are only hard to obtain ‘inside the mansion’.]
