Overpowered Reincarnation Perks! - Chapter 4.2 π
“I’m glad you’re alright.”
“What, ah!”
Callion, positioned between my legs, rubbed the tip of his m*mber against my private parts again. As the opened entrance quivered and expelled fl*id, he slowly began to insert himself once more.
“Hic…?”
Wait a minute. This can’t be.
He definitely just ej*culated, so why hasn’t it subsided at all?
In fact, it was even more e***t than before he pulled out. Even though I was thoroughly wet inside, it was still overwhelming.
Callion, gently thrusting his hips as if pushing upwards, was furrowing his brow and letting out suppressed moans like someone who had been holding back his cl*max all this time.
“Ugh, Ca-Callion?”
“Haa… You said you’d get used to it quickly, didn’t you?”
I’ll make you feel even better, for longer.
As he said this with a shy smile, I saw the beast of lust overlapping with Callion.
What? Give me back my baby deer.
***
Before I knew it, darkness had fallen. It was certainly still daytime when we started, but when had the sun set? I couldn’t even turn my head to gauge the time, as my whole body was drained of strength.
He entered me as I lay face down on the bed with my head buried and only my hips raised.
“Hnng…”
I whimpered but reflexively moved my hips. Normally, doing this much should deplete one’s stamina to the point of being unable to move, but damn this Charm skill or whatever it is.
[Fatigue does not accumulate during s*x.]
[HP will not fall below 11% during s*x. Current HP 11%.]
The fact that fatigue doesn’t build up and the tiny bit of remaining stamina doesn’t bottom out wasn’t a good thing at all. I really only had enough strength left to move my hips instinctively, and couldn’t do anything else. It’s mentally at the limit, but I can’t pass out. Is this s*x or torture?
“Ah, ahng, ha. Callion…!”
The thrusting movements inside me intensified. Unlike his noble face, his m*mber was incredibly fierce.
His firm thighs slapped against me as his slick manhood pounded into my hole. The inner flesh seemed to be pulled in and out, and when he pulled back, frothy fl*ids dripped out. It was so wet that not only the sheet touching my knees but even my feet were damp.
“Hnng, too, too deep…!”
“Ju-in. Just a little more.”
The man’s body, full of intense heat, drew closer behind my back, and his low voice, filled with excitement, heated my ear. The large hands that had been gripping my waist moved up my skin as if crawling, and grasped my chest. The obsessive touch, the constantly trembling breath, even the tingling sensation of teeth nibbling on my earlobe.
The man who used to blush and fumble just from holding hands was gone, leaving only a beast.
Yes. I should have realized it then.
Callion’s reddened face and flustered expression weren’t the innocent reactions of a man ignorant about s*x, but a plea not to stimulate him further as he was suppressing a lust that seemed about to explode at any moment.
“Ah, ah!”
Perhaps due to the position, as his member entered even deeper, my body shuddered as if being wrung out, and my hips involuntarily jerked up. Callion pulled my flailing waist closer and slightly turned me to the side.
As the thick sh*ft slid and turned inside the tightly gripping inner flesh, pressing firmly against the most sensitive spot, hiiik. A beast-like cry escaped me as light flashed before my eyes.
“Hnngh, Callion! There, there, don’t…!”
“Ngh. You mean here?”
“Ah, augh! There, don’t, aahnng!”
I tried to say it was too sensitive a spot and that he shouldn’t, but as the tip of his member immediately pressed against that place, I couldn’t even breathe to stop him and just cried out.
“Ah, don’t. Ahng! There, hic!”
“This spot, ngh, you seem to… haa. Like it when I rub it.”
No. No. It does feel good, but. Don’t. I’m scared. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
I couldn’t speak as he kept thrusting inside, persistently stimulating that peak. Only wet sounds that could have been cries or something else came out, with my pronunciation all slurred.
“Hnng, ah! Aahn!”
An unbearable pl*asure poured over me. An intense sensation like alternating hot and cold water relentlessly drove me to distraction, and then suddenly, as if being thrown into the sky, a tingling pleasure surged throughout my entire body. I trembled as if having a seizure as I reached cl*max.
“Ngh…!”
As my insides contracted violently, squeezing his member, Callion groaned and pulled back. No sooner had his attached member pulled out than s*men was generously splashed on my private parts and b*ttocks.
‘Is it finally over?’
Even though his member had withdrawn, my inner flesh twitched on its own, gushing out fl*ids. The pleasure that had been stickily clinging to my skin as if pulling it now seeped in mellowly.
“Ju-in…”
His large hand gently caressed my b*ttocks as if wiping off the s***n that had splattered there, then firmly grasped them. A touch imbued with undisguisable lust. His stiff member rubbed between my b******s, and the tip began to prod at the slightly open entrance.
“Um, Callion?”
Surely he’s not planning to do it again?
“Just a little more…”
My fears were confirmed.
“Ahng!”
As if crumbling my weak resistance, his thick member pushed right in, spreading me open. My hot inner walls clung to his thing as if melting.
“Haa. Your insides, seem to be, clinging…”
Callion, seemingly pleased, let out a sweet sigh and began to move his hips again. His member, fully filling me inside, was throbbing and swollen as if it had forgotten it had just ej*culated.
This is insane. How many times has he cl*maxed, and why isn’t it dying down?
It was astounding that he hadn’t once ej*culated inside me during all this.
If he has such good control over his body, why doesn’t he think about stopping?
They say late-learned thievery is the most dangerous.
“Ah, ngh. Callion. It’s too…”
“It’s incredibly hot, it feels good.”
“Ahng!”
As Callion grabbed my twitching hips and pulled them closer, he buried himself deeper inside, pressing the tip of his gl*ns against the back of my c*rvix. A chilling pleasure, like being raked by claws, stabbed down repeatedly.
Please stop. Stop. I feel like my body is going to break…
“Ah, aah! I’m, I’m going to…!”
My body feels like it’s dying, but I don’t know why these words are coming out of my mouth. Is this also because of the Charm skill?
My body was suddenly lifted and flipped over. Callion’s face came into view up close as the center of gravity shifted downward.
His long silver hair was disheveled. His once-white face was flushed red, and his blue eyes were filled with joy and ecstasy.
The look in the eyes of a man who had discovered pleasure. Realizing that I was the one who had made him this way, my chest strangely swelled with emotion. My head felt warmly melted, and an odd sense of fulfillment penetrated my marrow.
Callion sat me on top of him as I could barely control my body, and thrust his hips upward from below. His long, hard member pushed its head in deeply, pounding inside and rubbing against my inner flesh.
“Ngh, nng, don’t, too, deep… hnngh!”
“Ju-in… Just a little more, please.”
At this point, I think we need to redefine what Callion considers “a little.” If I had been in a state capable of rational thought, I certainly would have done so.
“No, no more. Sto-… mmph!”
As if to prevent me from saying words of refusal, his long fingers entered my mouth, muffling my voice. As I bit down on his fingers and let out a nasal moan, Callion kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear.
“Please, Ju-in. Please, just a little more…”
