“…No.”

She hated her current situation so much she couldn’t bear it. So much that she wanted to die right now.

Just like the people she had driven to their deaths.

Yet she was afraid of dying herself, tears threatening to spill. But Misha squeezed her eyes shut, kissed the man, and whispered:

“No, continue, keep going.”

“…Alright.”

“Ah, nngh!”

The man smiled lightly and pressed the tip of his c*ck against Misha’s damp p*ssy.

Though his movements were extremely relaxed, everywhere his body touched felt like it was burning.

When that tip poked and prodded her swollen cl*t, Misha squirmed in the man’s arms. But he casually grabbed both her ankles and placed them over his shoulders.

“Misha.”

“Ngh, ah, aah!”

“Would you prefer I be gentle for your first time?”

“Yes, ah, ah…!”

“I’ll go slowly then.”

At those words, Misha looked down at herself with ragged breaths. The man had begun to penetrate her hot, wet opening.

Her mouth went completely dry from the pressure, like having a child’s fist pushed inside her.

Would that long, thick thing even fit? Really?

But when she saw the tip disappearing, Misha let out a weak m*an.

“Haah! Ah!”

Something had felt strange since she’d rolled that candy in her mouth earlier.

Her mouth had grown hot, and places that normally had no sensation seemed to awaken with heat.

Though it looked like it would only hurt as she stretched open, the pain felt merely like a dull ache.

If Misha hadn’t been drunk on liquor, she would have realized the candy was an aphrodisiac.

But now she was visually shocked by the man continuously entering her, making her breathing rapid.

“Ah, slowly, aaah!”

Misha began clawing at the man’s shoulders, losing her mind.

Both outside and inside, she was being completely pressed down by this man.

Would she break at this rate? Growing too frightened, she unconsciously tensed her entire body.

The man who had been composed until now suddenly contorted his face fiercely.

“Hoo… Really, more than I expected…”

“Ngh! Hnnngh…”

“…This is nice.”

As night deepened, the room grew darker. But the man’s eyes gleamed so sharply that Misha couldn’t tell how much time had passed.

The man smiled as he lightly bit her earlobe.

Even though he only slightly curved his waist, the fullness inside her passage made her breath catch.

“Now, count how many times I thr*st into you.”

“Ahngh!”

“You have to count properly.”

“Ha, nngh? What does that—”

“Your answer?”

“Ugh…!”

The man’s lips now moved down to her jaw and nape again.

The sound of those lips touching her, the sensation of the man gently caressing her br*asts…

Her heart pounded so violently she thought her eardrums might burst. But if she didn’t follow the man’s instructions, she felt her body might explode and die.

“I under—stand, ah!”

At that moment, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed.

When the man made a light thr*st, Misha gaped like someone suffocating.

Still, she barely remembered his instructions and counted through her sobs.

“Ha, one…!”

“Hmm. Good girl, Misha.”

The man’s thick fingers stroked the skin of her nape as if petting a cat.

Misha loved that touch immensely. Despite being toyed with by a man she’d just met, this simple gesture felt desperately sweet.

Misha nuzzled her face against his hand while moaning.

“Two, ahng!”

“Haah, yes…”

The man gently thr*st upward again.

Her inner walls were gradually loosening. Still, the sharp sensation made her terribly dizzy.

Should this foreign feeling be unpleasant? Is this supposed to feel good? Or is it painful because of that candy she ate earlier?

Is all lovemaking supposed to feel like this?

“Th-three, nngh…”

Or is this overwhelming sensation because it’s with him?

“Four, ah!”

But as she tried to shout “four,” Misha cried out in pleasure.

The man suddenly rotated his hips deeply. Misha’s entire body convulsed, just as she was getting used to his thrusting motion.

“Ah, aah, wait, ah!”

Sensations inside her body that she hadn’t been aware of awakened. She wanted to curl up and hold her lower abdomen to reduce this stimulation.

But with both legs already draped over the man’s shoulders, she could do nothing.

When the man leaned forward to kiss her, she let out a desperate scream.

“Ha, aah, wait, aaaang! Hnngh…!”

Her pained m*ans vanished into the depth of his consuming kiss.

It was impossible to express this terrible sensation outwardly. When Misha moved her body, the man pressed in even more persistently.

She was completely captivated by this man. The stimulation was so intense that tears began flowing from her eyes.

But the man gently licked her tears as if they were sweet.

“Misha. You need to count properly.”

“Fi-five, aah!”

“Tsk, that’s wrong.”

“But, ahng!”

Another ecstatic m*an burst from Misha’s throat.

She felt a floating sensation, as if having an out-of-body experience, hearing someone else’s voice.

A voice belonging to a very lewd, pleasure-addicted woman.

But when the man thr*st again, Misha realized that voice was her own.

Now she couldn’t count anymore. Even though the man moved slowly, her mind was clouded with heat.

“Ahng, ah, aah…!”

“Haah, my… Misha. Why are you like this?”

The man’s hands tenderly kneaded her br*asts and waist. His voice was kind, but his tone was like scolding a slow child.

The man continued thrusting while whispering sweetly to her.

“Begging because you’re lonely.”

“Ahng! Ah, aah!”

“Not even able to s*ck on candy properly.”

“Nnngh…!”

“Can’t even count these simple numbers?”

With each utterance, the man exhaled the heat of bubbling desire. Misha’s heart beat deafeningly loud with each taunt.

When the man pressed down on her cl*t again with his palm, Misha’s waist arched enough to lift the sheets.

“Hngh, ah, st—ahng! No, stop, ah…!”

“When I’m being this gentle with you…?”

“Hnngh, hic, nngh—”

At those words, Misha began to sob.

‘This stimulating thing is supposed to be gentle?’

This slow pleasure was hellish and unbearable. Her entire body felt like it was burning white-hot, leaving nothing behind.

And it was happening very slowly, creeping from her toes to her head.

Misha wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him desperately. The torment was so great she wanted to relieve it through kissing.

“I can’t, I can’t take it, hngh.”

“Then?”

“Just, quickly, I hate this, ahng!”

“I see.”

“Ahngh…!”

The man’s shaft entered her completely, then slammed back in with a thud. It was different from the shallow, slow movements from before.

Misha trembled uncontrollably, unable to make a sound, while the man held her tightly and whispered:

“Misha… so you prefer it rough?”

Was fast the same as rough?

Unable to properly grasp the man’s arbitrary words, Misha nodded her head frantically.

Wouldn’t it be better if it was rough but quick? At this rate, she felt like she was slowly dying.

“Hic, quickly, do it quickly, it’s too much…!”

“…Alright, good.”

“Hnng, hic…”

“And…”

Before Misha completely lost her senses, the man seemed to laugh softly at that moment.

As if saying this was more to his taste too.

But the man had never actually said he would “finish quickly even if it was rough.”

***

Misha desperately clung to the man’s back, digging her nails in.

“Ahng! Ngh, nngh!”

She felt like she might suffocate, pressed so tightly against him that she could feel every muscle.

Her thighs, wrapped around his waist, trembled and shook.

With each of his movements, embarrassing sounds escaped her involuntarily.

“Ah, ahng…!”

“Hm, Misha.”

Though they had just met and were now joining bodies, the man called her name quite sweetly.

As if he really knew her well.

He penetrated her while treating her like a small child with his words and actions.

Yet she didn’t hate it.

Rather, when the man deliberately whispered tenderly, it took her breath away. Just like long ago, when her once-loving parents gave her a doll…

“You said you didn’t like it slow like this?”

“Hngh, ah, ahnng…!”

“And you don’t like it gentle either…”

“Hngh, wa—it, ah!”

“Alright, I’ll give you what you want.”

“Ah!”

The sound of wet skin roughly meeting echoed.

In that moment, Misha gasped at the suffocating pressure.

Right now, this man was slowly and heavily devouring her completely.

At this rate, Misha herself felt like she would disappear.

‘But… what does he mean by giving me what I want…?’

Her head was foggy from the ticklish, hot sensation she’d never felt before. The liquor and overly sweet candy made her body limp.

So she realized too late that the man was rising.

Only when he supported her buttocks and stood up did she realize she was floating in the air.

“Huk!”

“Don’t struggle.”

“Wait…! If you m-move, ah, aah!”

The man began walking somewhere while still buried inside her.

One step, then another.

Each of his slow movements sent convulsions through her body. Her senses, heightened on their own, made every goosebump stand out vividly.

“Ha, aah, ah…!”

The man deliberately pulled her buttocks closer so her cl*t would rub against his body.

Her body fluttered like she’d been electrocuted, but she couldn’t escape from the man.

“Now, Misha.”

“Haaah!”

“You need to wrap your legs around my waist properly.”

Following the light scolding, the man lightly slapped Misha’s b*tt again.

“Ah!”

At that shameful yet strangely tingling sensation, Misha hurriedly clung to him exactly as instructed.

When Misha tensed her body, the man also exhaled hot breaths.

Where his breath touched. Where his fingers caressed. Every spot felt like it was burning, making it impossible to keep her senses.

The man kissed near Misha’s ear and murmured.

“Hm. Good girl…”

“Nngh…!”

“…I’ll give you what you want as a reward.”

At that moment, Misha painfully opened her eyes.

Unlike the dim bedroom, the place the man had brought her to was illuminated with a soft yellow light.