Side Story 5 – The One and Only Person I Could Never Win Against (Part 4)

“Ugh, ah, aaah…!”

Her toes desperately touched the floor, her heels raised high as she struggled to match the height. However, her trembling legs, weak and unsteady, kept betraying her efforts.

“Do it properly.”

“Ah! Ha, ahh, Cherta, haaah!”

The crisp sound of flesh being struck echoed again. Her pale b*ttocks, already marked with several red handprints from the friction of his large palm, bore the evidence. The intensity of the contact teetered on the edge between pain and pleasure, unlike other times.

Ria gathered strength in her toes and lifted her hips once more. This time, however, her hands, which were braced against the desk, lost their grip, slipping repeatedly under the forceful movements.

“Ria.”

As her delicate body was pushed forward, Cherta called out to her in a scolding tone. If he had stopped the movement of his waist, it would have been easier for her to adjust her posture. However, he showed no intention of doing so.

In the end, Ria turned to look at him with tear-filled eyes. Her beautiful face was already drenched from the tears she had shed so far.

“Ah, hold… me… sniff. Cherta, please?”

Ria looked up at him as if throwing a tantrum. At that, the fierce gaze of desire that had been driving her relentlessly softened slightly. Yet, he still did not hold her as she wished.

“You’re being punished.”

“But…”

“I told you not to wet the feathers, yet you soaked them with your sinful fluids.”

At his words, Ria bit her lip. It didn’t make sense from the start. How could the feathers not get wet when he was tormenting her already drenched lower body?

“That’s… huff, impossible… ah!”

“That’s why I gave you another chance. I said I’d torment your br*asts this time, so don’t wet them. And what did you do?”

“Ah, um, ugh…”

“Ria. Hah… answer.”

Ria, who had been voicing her dissatisfaction as he pinched her sensitive nub, was forcibly silenced. Even as he continued to torment her, rolling her sensitive bud under his fingers, he pressed his thick flesh deeper inside her. It was impossible for her to respond.

But Cherta was not one to let things slide.

With his girth pushed deep enough to fill her to the tip, he shifted the hand that had been tormenting her bud to press firmly on her lower abdomen. Then, with one swift motion, he drove himself to the base.

“Haaah!” 

The blunt tip that reached her cervix pressed against it, applying intense pressure. His thick member, which stretched her tight inner walls, throbbed as it released his seed directly into her womb. The snug space, already dripping with her fluids, tightened further as if aiding his release.

“Ah, ahh…”

Her vision flickered white, even bursting into flashes. She had lost count of how many times his heat had exploded inside her. As Ria’s body trembled and slumped powerlessly onto the desk, Cherta, who had been moving slowly to spread more of his seed along her already sticky walls, finally lifted her into his arms and sat down on a chair.

With her still trembling insides reaching their peak, his member sunk even deeper. As Ria took a shallow breath, he gently stroked her back as if to soothe her.

“Answer.”

He spoke as he adjusted the strands of hair stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead and kissed her lips. Ria, too drained to even part her lips, could only glare at him weakly.

In truth, her answer to this question would have been similar to the last one. He had showered her with his cloudy seed and then tormented her with the feathers on top of it!

Unlike the feathers that had been soaked and hung limply, these feathers had become sticky and completely drenched.

“I’ll have to urgently order new quills because of you.”

“…You were the one who kept using them, Cherta.”

“I didn’t expect you to soak all five of them.”

“That too! …Forget it.”

He had tormented her in a way that made it impossible for them not to get wet! Ria swallowed her boiling frustration with a sigh. After all, she was the one who had caused this mess in the first place.

Cherta softly nibbled at her slightly pouting lips, then released them gently.

“Ria, come to think of it.”

At his words, Ria, who had been avoiding his gaze, looked at him.

Cherta slowly licked the spot he had been nibbling on and gave it a light kiss. His large, warm hand softly rubbed her belly, which still held his member.

“Did you know today is the day for your birth control injection?”

Golden eyes, sharp and gleaming, landed on her. Ria felt her heart pounding rapidly in panic but pretended otherwise, speaking as calmly as she could.

“Ah, no. How would I know that? You always handle it yourself.”

“Really?”

He asked again, slowly brushing the back of his index finger against her neck. Ria moistened her dry lips with her tongue and glanced away, nodding slightly. 

Hmm.

Cherta looked at her for a moment before suddenly lifting her up and carrying her to the sofa set up in one corner of the office.

“Why, why… Don’t tell me, again?”

Ria, trembling in his arms with each motion that pressed against her insides, flinched as her back touched the soft sofa. Only when he positioned himself between her legs did she realize what was about to happen.

“I can’t… I really can’t anymore!”

Ria struggled, flailing her hands. Eventually, her palms pressed against his firm lower abdomen, and she tried to push him away with all her might. But her delicate strength was no match for his solid, muscular body. He didn’t even budge.

Cherta, wearing a deep smile, lifted her legs onto his shoulders. As her hips were raised, she grabbed the sofa’s fabric in desperation, but it was futile. As if lifting a light feather, he positioned himself to drive deeply into her from above.

The sensation of his seed, already filling her to the brim and mixing with her fluids, flowing out between her thighs was strange. As he moved shallowly, rolling inside her, the overflowing seed even trickled forward.

Seeing the connection between them overflowing with milky fluid made Ria’s cheeks flush red. Cherta, observing her reaction, turned his head and bit down on her leg, which was dotted with red marks from earlier. He licked the spots before planting a kiss and pulling away.

His large hand rested once more on her flat stomach, which held his member within. The seed that overflowed from their connection stained his palm, and he gently rubbed it against her slender belly as if spreading it.

“It’s not enough to conceive a child.”

“What do you mean? You’ve already done it so many times!”

“We need to be certain.”

To the extent that a child would inevitably be conceived.

Cherta’s voice, low and rough as if chewing over his words, was followed immediately by his movements. In the deep position he had taken above her, every thrust pressed his blunt tip mercilessly against her cervix.

Ria, her body bending like a bow, was once again consumed by pleasure.

Cherta, with his intense thrusts, watched as white froth formed at their connection. His gaze lingered there as if engraving the sight into his memory before slowly traveling upward.

When he momentarily removed his hand, the area below her navel, slick with his cloudy seed, bulged slightly with each of his powerful thrusts. As his gaze moved further up, he saw her br*asts, marked with bite marks and red bruises, swaying with his movements.

He lazily licked his lower lip.

“A child conceived in the office will surely be brilliant.”

The growl that rumbled from his throat was filled with satisfaction. The possessiveness that had been suppressed for so long finally bubbled up and exploded.

The beast intended to fulfill its master’s desire perfectly.

With his seed.