Beyond-Abyss 137

Chapter 137 Karen-senpai’s Correction Through Intimacy

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Edited by: Kanaa-senpai

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 "I was wrong! I'm reflecting! I promise!"

 Amahara Karen was beyond furious. This man… he claimed to be "reflecting," yet he didn't have the slightest clue what his sin actually was. He was just throwing out hollow apologies, hoping to soothe her temper just long enough to escape the room.

 He was treating her like a child. Karen didn't want his groveling; she wanted him to understand. While he was off enjoying a "voluntary survival mission" with Higurashi Asuka, Karen – left in the dark about his survival – had been drowning in grief, her heart practically shredded.

 She hadn't intended to weaponize her feelings. She had tried to be subtle, hoping he'd catch the hint of how much she'd suffered. But he was already falling back into the same patterns. He'd laughed it off as "just a joke," completely dismissing a maiden's devotion. The memory of his betrayal didn't even seem to register.

 It was unforgivable. He would do this again and again unless she intervened. Karen resolved right then: she would make this oblivious, ignorant fool understand².

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 Despite my desperate barrage of apologies, she wasn't budging. Karen hauled me off to the bedroom. Talk about a mood swing – we went from "lovey-dovey" straight to the "Death Row Execution Stage" in record time.

 Tsuchimiya Takeru offered a formal apology. It was not effective.

 I didn't even know what her "elemental weakness" was. My only move was to keep groveling. I was seconds away from breaking out the "Ultimate Jumping Dogeza³" just to see if a formal prostration would save my life.

 "I'm sorry! I've learned my lesson!" I yelled.

 I was finally released near the far wall, but with my back against the plaster and Karen standing over me – radiating a terrifying, overwhelming pressure – there was nowhere to run. She was so close I couldn't even drop to my knees for a proper kowtow.

 "Takeru… what exactly are you reflecting on? Start by explaining that," Karen said.

 "Uh… w-well…"

 She loomed over me, beginning her interrogation in a slow, chillingly measured tone.

 "You don't know? Then why apologize if you don't even know your crime?" she asked.

 Her aura⁴ felt like it was physically piercing my skin. She was reaching her limit.

 "Whoa!" I yelped.

 Suddenly, Karen pulled me into a crushingly tight hug. I legitimately thought she was going to snap my spine. Instead, her hands moved lower, kneading my backside with firm, rhythmic squeezes.

 "Um… Amahara-senpai⁵?"

 "What? I told you earlier you could touch me as much as you wanted later, didn't I? Also… call me Karen," she whispered.

 "A-ah, yes."

 Why now?! Why like this?!

 "More importantly, Takeru, why are you apologizing?" she asked.

 "E-er, well, I humbly assumed that since you're angry, I must have screwed up somewhere!"

 "So you're apologizing for a reason you can't even name?"

 "I am terribly sorry!"

 "I can't hear you. Your voice sounds so small," Karen said.

 "I SAID I'M SORRY!"

 The grip on my backside tightened painfully. I could hear the jagged edge of her anger. I thought leading with an apology was a "pro-gamer" move, but doing it without knowing the 'why' was a total blunder. I was trapped. I couldn't even manage a "Rolling Evasion Dogeza" in this position.

 Karen's hands slipped beneath my jersey and trunks, her palms meeting my bare skin.

 "Is there a problem?" she asked, her voice dropping to a displeased hum.

 "N-nothing! Nothing at all!"

 When she whispered into my ear like that, I couldn't find the breath to protest. Worse, her breathing was growing ragged – heavy with a rising, violent excitement.

 Normally, Karen uses her iron will to suppress her Evold⁶ combat and s*xual impulses, but an Evold with a drop of alcohol in her system is a walking natural disaster. I knew one thing for sure: not even a male of her species could survive her "attack power." I'm Level 1. A serious Evold could kill me by accident. If an infuriated Karen decided to run wild, I was a dead man.

 And yet, wrapped in her soft, voluptuous heat, my body betrayed me. The memory of that intense pleasure resurfaced, and my "standard equipment" started getting ready for action.

 "Hey, Takeru… is it just me, or is something growing?" Karen asked, grinding her hips against mine.

 "Th-that's not true! Not at all!"

 "Is that so? Because there's no way you'd be getting aroused while you're being scolded, is there?"

 She whispered the words spitefully against my ear, her hands moving in slow, sticky, deliberate circles.

 "Takeru, do you really have no clue why I'm angry?" she asked again.

 "That's…"

 I searched my brain, but honestly, I didn't get it back then, and I didn't get it now.

 The silence in the room became suffocating. Just as I thought she was pulling away, she began unbuttoning the front of her one-piece pajamas.

 "Karen?"

 "I'm just opening it because it's hot. Don't mind me. Just keep thinking," she said.

 "Don't mind me," she says, while every button she undoes reveals more of that incredible cleavage. Once the loose one-piece was open to the waist, she held the fabric back with both hands.

 My eyes were glued to her. She was barely contained in her lace, and a sweet, heady scent flooded the room.

 Karen pressed back against me, wrapping me in the silk of her pajamas. Her hands dove back into my pants, finding their target again.

 "Well? Did it come to you yet?"

 "W-wait a second, please…" I gasped. I couldn't focus on a single thought.

 "Hey, it's definitely bigger now, isn't it?"

 She ground her hips against me, a slow, torturous rub that left no room for denial. She was doing this on purpose, but if I admitted it, she'd just use it as more evidence of my "insincerity."

 "It's not! This is just… natural tension! I'm thinking as hard as I can!"

 "Hmm. Let's verify that," she said.

 In one swift motion, Karen's right hand moved to the front and gripped my "mic."⁷

 "Wha-! Wait-!"

 "Look at this. It's standing right up. See?"

 As she scolded me, she began to stroke the length with slow, slick tugs. My jersey and underwear slipped down, leaving me completely exposed and pulse-thumping.

 "Do you really think you're in the wrong? If you were actually reflecting, you wouldn't be getting hard just because I'm touching you!"

 That was a total foul! High school boys get hard during math finals! But explaining that was a losing battle. She'd just tell me to study harder.

 "I can't help it! You're too attractive! Anyone would react this way!" I blurted out.

 "Eh…"

 She flinched. The praise worked!

 "You're too beautiful, Karen! There's no way I could stay calm while you're holding me like this! It's a biological impossibility!"

 "Ah… I mean… but…"

 It was super effective. Karen was actually flustered.

 This was my chance. I had to double down. I was being punished, but her Evold blood was clearly in heat⁸. If I didn't take control now, she'd devour me, and at Level 1, that meant a trip to the morgue.

 I had to flip the script. She had the raw power, but she was still green. If I took the lead, I could use technique to bridge the gap. I'd focus on her first – keep her satisfied with oral and hand-play – and keep the actual "main event" to a tactical minimum. With my current stamina, I might actually survive this. Maybe.

 I still didn't know why she was mad, but if I stopped to ask, I'd lose the initiative. I'd make up with her first, then get the details later. Strategy: "Survive at all costs."

 I started stroking her thigh, my other hand moving up to slowly knead her breast.

 "Ah… no, Takeru… not until you remember…" she protested, but her voice was weak. There was no strength in her grip. I had her.

 "This is your fault, Karen. How am I supposed to hold back when you're doing this to me?"

 I squeezed firmly – only for her to suddenly seize my wrist.

 "…Huh?"

 I looked up. Karen was staring down at me with cold, hollow eyes. The pressure in the room shifted, feeling like the weight of the deep ocean crushing my lungs.

 "So you have no intention of actually remembering, do you? I suppose you really do need a proper punishment," she said.

 

 "Hiee! N-no! I'm thinking! I'm thinking super hard! It's just that you're so – hyah!"

 Karen scooped me up in a princess carry like I weighed nothing.

 "Be quiet now. You don't need to open your mouth for anything except my questions," she commanded.

 I was in deep trouble. She wasn't just mad; she was "Evold-starved" mad.

 She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down between her legs. She wrapped herself around my back, her hands reaching around to slowly, agonizingly stroke me.

 "Now then. Tell me why I'm angry. The moment you remember, you can speak," she said.

 "Wait… I can't think if you're… if you're doing that!"

 "Too bad. This is your penance. So concentrate. We aren't stopping until you get it right," she countered.

 Her movements were still a bit clumsy, but she was being careful not to hurt me. Her grip was light and torturous. Being wrapped in her heat while her slender fingers rhythmically teased me was pure bliss – but it wasn't enough to let me finish. It was "s*xual limbo."

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 "Hey… you've been quiet. Are you actually thinking?" she asked.

 I had lost track of time. Her lips were grazed against my ear, her voice dripping with a heady, lustrous tone that made my skin crawl with pleasure.

 "Hya-! Y-yes!"

 Karen's learning curve was terrifying. Her fingertips had already mapped out my most sensitive spots, and she was relentlessly harassing them with optimized speed.

 At the edge of my vision, a small system window appeared – Tina's idea of a joke. A digital timer was ticking away.

 '54 minutes, 23 seconds.'

 She had been teasing me for nearly an hour.

 "Leaking this much already… what a naughty boy. I guess I'll just have to punish you a little longer, won't I?"

 She rested her chin on my shoulder, watching my reaction in the mirror. Her left hand, which had been idly caressing my chest, suddenly slid down and gripped my shaft with bruising force. Simultaneously, her right hand formed a tight ring with her thumb and finger, circling the sensitive rim of the head and beginning a rhythmic, agonizingly slow friction.

 "W-Wait… stop! I'm going to go!" I cried out.

 I had been held at the jagged edge of climax for so long that I was hypersensitive; even a breeze would have been too much, let alone this calculated torment.

 "No. If you cum without my permission, your punishment doubles. You have to endure it," Karen commanded. Her movements became a blur of frantic, wet friction.

 "I can't—!"

 I had no strength left to resist. Honestly, I wanted the release more than anything, but the constant edging had numbed my response just enough that I couldn't cross the finish line. I was trapped in a permanent state of 'almost.' Just as my hips began to seize and the wave of a massive orgasm finally surged, Karen snatched her hands away.

 "Ah…! Ahhh…!" I gasped, my hips thrusting pathetically into empty air, seeking the friction that had just vanished.

 "You tried to go again, didn't you? It seems you only care about your own pleasure. You really haven't reflected on your behavior at all," Karen noted.

 She slid her hands under my shirt, roaming over my skin with a mock-tenderness that felt more threatening than her grip. She didn't miss the way my chest heaved or how my body jerked when her nails grazed my nipples.

 "Ufufu, you like it here, don't you?" Karen asked. She began to roll both my nipples between her fingers simultaneously. "I'm not sure of the best way to do this… should I just do what I do when I'm alone?"

 She pinched them hard, pulling and twisting until a white-hot spark of pleasure-pain shot through my spine.

 "Ugh…!"

 "I knew it. You love this," she said. "Now, think hard. If you give me the right answer, I might just lick you everywhere you want."

 This was bad. Karen was supposed to be the inexperienced one, the one I was going to lead and 'train,' but her instincts—the instincts of an Evold—had fully awakened. She wasn't just participating; she was dominating. I couldn't think. My brain had been replaced by a pulsing, raw Need.

 "Let's get this shirt off. Hands up, Takeru-kun," she ordered.

 "Y-Yes…" I stammered.

 As she pulled the shirt over my head, I felt the sudden, heavy press of something soft and warm against my bare back. She had stripped off her bra. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me back into her soft, naked curves. The sensation of her bare breasts against my skin made my blood boil. Then, her lips found my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Every wet sound she made sent a fresh jolt to my crotch, forcing another bead of fluid to the tip.

 "I-I'm sorry… please, let me…"

 "Takeru-kun, why are you apologizing?" she asked, her voice sweet and lethal.

 It was a trap. The same question, over and over. I gave the only honest answer I had left.

 "Because… I apologized without… even knowing why! Agh!"

 Karen pinched my nipples and yanked upward, hard.

 "Exactly. You don't know because you haven't spent a single second thinking about my feelings," she said.

 *That was it.* If I could just see this from her perspective, I'd find the key to ending this torment.

 "Now then, keep thinking while I punish your cock," she whispered. Her hands tangled around me again, and the world dissolved into a blur of wet heat.

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 "I'm… cumming… I'm going to—!"

 "No. No treats until you get the right answer. Look at this mess… such a disobedient dick," Karen teased. She accelerated her stroke, her hand slick with my own fluids, creating a rhythmic, squelching sound that echoed in the quiet room.

 "Please… it's coming…!"

 But just as I hit the point of no return, she let go. She crawled up the bed, her body a lithe shadow, and began to bite at my chest.

 "Hyah… Ah! Ahhh!"

 Denied again, my body collapsed into a series of involuntary tremors.

 "I told you no, Takeru-kun. You really have no self-control," she chided.

 "I'm sorry! Please, just let me finish!" I begged. It had been over two hours. I was losing my mind.

 "Then… ask me properly," she said.

 "P-Please! I'm at my limit! Let me cum! I'm begging you!"

 "Hya… aahn!"

 Karen suddenly hugged me, a high-pitched moan escaping her as her own body shuddered violently against mine. She had reached her peak just from watching my desperation.

 "Fine. You asked nicely. I'll let you go," she said, her voice breathy and strained. She pushed me down onto the mattress and looked down at me with a predatory glint in her eyes as she kicked her panties aside.

 I saw the "Death Flag" instantly. This wasn't a reprieve; it was an escalation.

 "W-Wait! Actually, I'm okay! I can wait!" I scrambled, my survival instincts finally overriding my lust. I tried to roll away, but I was too weak. Karen moved like a predator, straddling me before I could even turn over.

 "Where are you going, Takeru-kun?" she asked, looming over me.

 At her full height, she was a goddess of destruction. I felt like a sacrificial lamb beneath her.

 "No running. We aren't finished with your lesson," she said. She dropped her hips, grinding her soft weight against my erection. She writhed against me, her eyes locked on mine. "You said you wanted to feel good. So work for it. Think."

 There was no mercy in her eyes. She grabbed me, guided me to her entrance, and slowly began to sink down.

 "Ugh…"

 "Ahaaa…"

 The heat was staggering. She swallowed me slowly, savoring the friction as she ground herself against the head of my cock. The stimulation was so sharp I felt my vision blur. But she wasn't done. She began to move in deep, punishing strokes, her internal walls clinging to me like a vice.

 She stopped just before I hit the end, then began to pull back with agonizing slowness, letting every internal ridge scrape against me. The pressure was more than I could bear. My body began to shake with the effort of not exploding. At the very edge of her entrance, she stopped and licked her lips.

 "Here it comes, Takeru-kun. Savor every bit of me," she whispered.

 She slammed her hips down. The impact was like a physical blow to my soul. I bottomed out, and the dam finally burst.

 "Hyah! Aaaaaaghhh!!"

 It wasn't a normal ejaculation; it was a violent, pulsing release that felt like it was draining my very marrow.

 "Nngghhh! Takeru-kun! W-Wow…! You're filling me up! Ahh!" Karen cried out, her internal muscles clamping down in rhythm with my pulses, acting like a pump that drew even more out of me. I tried to pull away from the sheer intensity of it, but her thighs were like iron, locking my hips in place.

 "Takeru-kun! Takeru-kun!" she screamed, beginning to piston her hips with renewed fury.

 "Hyaaaaa! Stop! Please!"

 Every time she slammed down, those two internal 'points' deep inside her gouged into me, dragging me through one forced climax after another. I was empty, but my body kept firing, my nerves screaming under the assault.

 "Uahn! This is it! It's so hard! I love it! Aaaaahhh!"

 "Wait! No more! I can't!"

 She didn't stop. She ground her weight down, her internal texture scouring me. Within minutes, I was ready to pass out. Finally, she collapsed onto my chest, her breathing heavy.

 "Ehehe… Takeru-kun…"

 "Ah… ah… ah…!" I could only gasp.

 Even though she had stopped, her hips continued to twitch rhythmically, creating a wet, sticky sound. I was a prisoner in a cage of hot, soft flesh.

 "Hey, Takeru-kun," she said softly.

 "H-Hai…?"

 "I was… so worried about you," she whispered. My body spasmed again as her weight shifted. "When I saw your note, I thought you were leaving me. I thought you were never coming back. That's why I called."

 *The note.* I had meant it as a joke, but to her, it was a threat of abandonment.

 "And everyone else knew you were going away to train… except me. I'm your girlfriend, Takeru-kun. Being left out like that… it hurt. We need to communicate better, okay?"

 "I'm… sorry! I won't do it again! I promise!" I choked out.

 "Mm. As long as you understand. Think about me more from now on, okay?" She sighed, finally relaxing her weight onto me.

 "Yes… I was an idiot. I'll do better," I managed to say.

 "Good. I love you, Takeru-kun."

 I felt a wave of relief. We had made up. The nightmare was over. I could finally sleep—

 Suddenly, Karen lifted her hips with a wet, slurping sound and slammed back down.

 "Pyah!?" The air left my lungs in a strangled yelp.

 She began to grind again, her rhythm steady and relentless.

 "No. You didn't figure it out on your own, so your punishment lasts all night."

 "But I'm reflecting! I'm sorry! Please!"

 "I'm going to make sure you never forget this feeling," she said, her voice devoid of mercy.

 Karen was a woman of her word. She never backed down from a challenge, and she had decided I needed to be broken. I lost count of the climaxes. My vision tunneled.

 *Goodbye, world. Tell my story…*

 Just as I felt my consciousness slip away, a sharp slap of flesh against flesh jolted me back.

 *Slap! Slap! Slap!*

 "Gyah!?"

 "Why are you falling asleep?" Karen asked, her eyes burning with a dark intensity. "This is a punishment. Take it all. Fainting is just a sign of a weak mind. You're not weak, are you?"

 *Fainting is for the weak!? What kind of sweatshop logic is that!?*

 "Do you understand, Takeru-kun?" She ground her hips down with crushing force.

 "Hyah…! Ahhh!"

 I didn't want to understand. I didn't want any of this. But Karen didn't stop until the sun began to peek through the curtains and my mind finally, mercifully, went black.

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 Summary:

 Karen confronts Takeru for his failure to realize how much his presumed death hurt her while he was surviving with Asuka. When Takeru tries to 'tactically' flirt his way out of the scolding, Karen escalates the situation into a prolonged 'punishment' session. The chapter ends with Takeru trapped in a state of high arousal for nearly an hour as Karen forces him to find the 'right' answer.

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 Trivia:

 - Takeru is Level 1, meaning the physical difference between him and an Evold like Karen is lethal.

 - Karen is under the influence of alcohol, which lowers her inhibitions regarding her Evold impulses.

 - Tina (the system) is actively monitoring the 'punishment' and displaying a timer.

 - Takeru's survival with Asuka was perceived as 'lighthearted' by Karen because she thought he was dead.

 - Karen explicitly requested to be called by her first name, moving away from 'Amahara-senpai'

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 Character Insight:

 Karen is displaying a mix of deep-seated trauma (fear of loss) and assertive dominance. Her transition from 'senpai' to 'Karen' signifies a move toward a more possessive, intimate relationship. Takeru remains focused on 'survival strategies,' viewing s*xual intimacy as a tactical battle to be won or survived, though his physical reactions are beyond his control.

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 Behind the Scenes:

 The 'wakara-s*x' trope is a subversion of the 'clueless protagonist' archetype, where the heroine uses intimacy to force an emotional realization.

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 TL Notes:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Notes:

• Amahara Karen – Student Council President

• Karen – Student Council President.

• Higurashi Asuka – A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.

• Higurashi – Higurashi Asuka. A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.

• Asuka – Higurashi Asuka. A girl afflicted with an incurable disease. Another MC’s girlfriend.

• Amahara-senpai – Student Council President

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