The Heroines I Corrupted Regressed With Me

I am weak.

The heroines and the memories of them must already be carved deep into my body as well.

Just now in the park, when a strong wind lifted Sierra’s long skirt and briefly revealed the outline of her thighs, she must have noticed the erection that rose from that hidden flash of sexiness.

That was why she could remain so relaxed even under a full barrage of insults.

Fuck...

I wanted to wrap both hands around Sierra’s prim face and squeeze until it turned red, then pale, while I fucked her without mercy.

I wanted to pour thick semen straight down the throat of those eloquent lips.

I wanted to laugh while watching her gag and choke with ugly, wet sounds.

I was thinking all of that while still holding pure Phonia in my arms.

Dammit.

What was the point of saying Phonia was precious as if I were some noble person?

You... you got a fucking erection just from looking at Sierra’s thighs.

I wanted to vent the rage and smash everything I could punch or break. I could not forgive myself for being tormented by lust like this.

Sierra’s words kept circling inside my head.

’Gilmon, you are a beast. You may call us bitches or sows or whatever you like. But remember this... you are a horny male dog and a male pig as well.’

Those words did not feel like a simple threat. They sounded like a meaningful prophecy about what I was becoming.

Certainly, just as she said, I was slowly collapsing.

On the day I had sex with the Princess I could not sleep because of how upset I felt, yet the truth was that I masturbated more than five times throughout the night.

I tried to force the unresolved desire out of my system by rubbing the head until the foreskin was raw and peeling.

Still I could never reach the same satisfaction I felt when I violated the top-tier heroines.

Dammit.

Dammit.

God damn it.

Having sex with the Princess had completely shaken my resolve.

The memory of Aisha’s unfocused eyes while she sucked me, her white teeth glistening with dried semen, that expression full of the desire to conquer as she tried to push a thirty-centimeter thick cock into her own virgin pussy... I definitely should never have done that.

The moment we returned home Phonia went into her room and did not come out again.

Could she be in a bad mood because of what happened today?

Sophie seemed to be asleep. The house felt strangely quiet even though three people were inside.

Holding my pounding heart I walked to the room where Sophie slept.

She lay on the white double bed, hugging a blanket, her face peaceful.

Originally this had been the bedroom used by Gilmon Salazar’s parents.

Sophie’s healthy, tanned thighs stood out against the pale skin visible beneath her dolphin shorts.

How many heroines had I fucked on that same bed?

The one that came to mind right now was Anne, a student from the library club who already had a boyfriend.

That nerdy girl who kept muttering "no, no" until I kissed her and sucked on her, only to whisper in a barely audible voice later, "I shouldn’t..."

So much fluid came out of her that it made wet, splashing sounds. Below it was vaginal juice. Above it was tears and saliva.

She was not a virgin and her face was a little plainer than the other top-tier girls, yet that very fact made her more delicious to me.

Her boyfriend’s cock had been so pathetic it was practically a micropenis.

Because she was from the library club, the expressions she made while praising my size at that time had been incredible.

Remembering how I pinned her in a mating press while all that liquid kept flowing made my cock harden again.

Possessed by the memory I stepped into the room and stared at Sophie’s sleeping form.

"...Sophie..."

She did not answer.

"...You said you would give me your virginity, right?"

That did not seem to have been a lie.

She had even bought lubricant. Of course it did not mean she wanted sex right this moment, yet the knowledge alone was enough stimulation.

The lube she purchased while saying she wanted to lose her virginity to me...

I could coat my cock in that slippery liquid and push into her tight pussy whenever I chose.

Had Sophie not also said she wanted to give her first time to me? Would a twenty-seven-year-old woman not feel some shame at still being a virgin?

I no longer knew what I was thinking.

My mind grew hazy.

Right now I wanted to grab Sophie’s short hair and violate her violently whether she woke up or not.

’You wanted it too, right?’

If I did not relieve this sexual desire somehow, it would eventually cause serious harm to Phonia.

There was no guarantee that the same kind of incident that happened when the Princess kidnapped Phonia would never happen again.

Every time I had sex with the other heroines the situation would only grow worse.

If I truly wanted to become a stone Buddha in front of those women, if I wanted this fragile peace to last, then Sophie... you would have to become my onahole.

"...Messiah?"

"..."

Phonia’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. She was wearing one of the fluorescent T-shirts we had bought earlier that day.

Looking at it again I thought it showed a very unique sense of style. She stared intently at me, at Sophie, and most likely at my erection, then seemed to reach a decision.

She took my hesitant wrist in her hand and led me out to the living-room sofa.

"Messiah, Sierra is right. I don’t know why Messiah refuses to have sex with those wonderful women. But sometimes you have to relieve it. Even someone like me..."

"You shouldn’t do this, Phonia..."

Phonia began pulling down my pants with clumsy movements.

"Thank you, Messiah. For everything."

She smiled with a soft little giggle.

I covered my face with both arms. I wanted to hide my expression. I should not be allowing this.

Yet without realizing it I lifted my hips to make her task easier. In the end I wanted even this from Phonia.

"I don’t know how to do anything else, so I’ll work hard with my hands."

Phonia’s small hand closed around the base of my cock.

"It’s burning hot, Messiah..."

Her hand began to move up and down.

"Do you feel good? Does it hurt?"

Strangely, that day, no matter how aroused I felt, I finished extremely quickly.

Since the day my stamina had reached its maximum level, this was the first time I had ever experienced something like this.

"Heehee, all done."

The semen flowing from my dick trickled down the shaft and pooled on Phonia’s fingers.

"I’ll wipe you off, Messiah."

Phonia brought an entire box of wet wipes and placed it next to the sofa where I was sitting.

It looked like it would be difficult to open the lid with one hand, so I held the box for her.

"Thank you!"

She pulled out six or seven wet wipes, and bunched them together to meticulously wipe my dick.

There was no change in Phonia’s affection.

This was in stark contrast to Aisha, whose affection skyrocketed with just one irrumatio.

From the start, no one would feel good about getting a handjob.

Reaching this thought, I felt a slight greed.

Phonia’s sexual release was refreshing.

It wasn’t quite as good as sex, but it was different from when I jerked off all night yesterday.

So, she’s still a heroine after all.

If there’s no risk of affection decreasing, wouldn’t it be okay to ask for this much?

"Hey, Phonia."

"Yes, Messiah?"

She was excitedly pulling out five new wet wipes when she looked up at me.

Even so, her hand busily rubbed away the semen on my shaft.

Her innocence made her think that after all the actions were done, it was naturally time for cleanup.

She was working so hard that the sleeve of her other shoulder, the one without an arm, fluttered.

There was no sexiness in that movement at all.

Could it be because of that gap?

Strangely, my dick got hard again.

"I’m sorry if your arm hurts, but one more time, is that okay?"

I pointed down with my finger.

Phonia’s eyes widened.

Even if it’s not perfect, her eyes are now almost healed.

"It’s okay if it’s too hard. I was just wondering..."

"It’s okay. I was already feeling sorry for not being able to make Messiah feel good."

She threw the wet wipes behind her head and started stroking my penis again.

Leaning her uncomfortable arm on my thigh and gripping it tightly with her good hand.

Looking at that small face, my dick looked more hideous than ever.

Will the day ever come when I put my dick in that face?

No, absolutely not.

Phonia must remain pure.

Since she was wiping with one hand, it wasn’t cleaned perfectly.

Every time my foreskin moved up and down, the place where my semen had flowed rubbed and made a sound.

Phonia was also staring at my glans with a more serious expression than before.

But she wasn’t sexy at all, so I chuckled a little bit.

As soon as I felt the sensation of cumming, I stood up from the sofa.

"Um? Messiah...?"

"Keep going. Keep doing it."

I put my hand on top of Phonia’s head and said that.

"Ha, haa... Semen, it’s coming up! I’m gonna cum, Phonia!"

Splurtt. Spluurt.

It would be a lie to say I didn’t aim the ejaculation

Most of the semen flew behind Phonia, but a considerable amount fell on her face.

It also splattered on the new fluorescent Gauss brand clothes I bought today.

"..."

"Haa, ha... That was so good... Phonia, are you okay?"

Phonia had a blank expression, not knowing what had happened, and wiped her face.

She checked the semen on her hand.

"Ah, I’m sorry. It felt so good, I couldn’t help it. I’ll wipe it off."

I pulled out three wet wipes from the box and carefully wiped her face.

She quietly accepted my touch.

Looking at her expression, she didn’t seem too upset that I came without saying anything.

"Messiah, did you feel good?"

"Yeah, I felt good. Phonia, thank you."

"Please tell me whenever you want. I’ll do it anytime."

Phonia said with a proud look on her face, as if she had accomplished something.

"This is, masturbation... I helped Messiah get his semen out..."

I smiled bitterly as I watched her mutter.

I promised Sophie that I wouldn’t see Phonia sexually, but I have no face to see her like this.

I can only repeat the promise that may not be kept.

"... I’ll be careful from now on. Pretend you didn’t see what happened today."

Today was definitely dangerous.

After cumming twice in a row, I felt a sense of reality.

Just now, I almost raped Sophie.

Even if she said she would give me her virginity, that doesn’t mean she was talking about sleep-rape.

Committing an act without the other person’s consent is rape, regardless of affection.

Whether it was because I was stimulated by Sierra’s words or not, I almost committed a beastly act.

"By the way, the clothes I bought today are ruined. I’m sorry."

I muttered, looking at the fluorescent Gauss short-sleeved shirt Phonia was wearing.

"It’s okay, I can just wash it."

"I’ll help."

Without much thought, I meant that since I dirtied it, I would do the laundry too.

Without hesitation, Phonia easily took off her top like shedding a snake’s skin.

When she took off her T-shirt, I saw Phonia’s voluptuous breasts, wrapped in a bra, despite her small frame.

Phonia’s breasts were developed forward compared to her small torso.

Her lower breasts were small, but her upper breasts were large, which sometimes made her look unbalanced.

Unlike her dirty clothes, her bare skin was milky white

In particular, there were many bluish blood vessels on the white mounds that were pressed by her bra.

The bra Phonia was wearing now didn’t seem to be the right size.

The bra had a slightly yellowish color.

Seeing that it was like that even after washing it, I wondered if it was because she had been wearing it for too long.

Phonia, whom I had watched from the side, was the type of person who just endured when something was uncomfortable.

It seemed that she didn’t want to bother her sister, who was her only guardian.

So she must have thought that dirty or old underwear wasn’t a big deal.

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