Chapter 530 Supernatural Decisive Battle ⑥*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Guh, ah…!”
”Ah, how wonderful… ♡♡♡ I can’t stand it… ♡♡♡ It’s so hot inside my belly… ♡♡♡ It feels so good… ♡♡♡”
Mother Marian whispered those words to me as I desperately ground my hips into her. I wondered how many times I had already poured my seed into her womb. Between the pleasure that felt like it was short-circuiting my brain and her soft skin that made me want to sink in and forget everything, I was at my limit.
Everything about her seemed to be pressing for my surrender. The only reason I kept my rhythm was because her sweet, syrupy whispers were driving my impulses to a fever pitch.
”Shopkeeper-san… ♡♡♡ Shopkeeper-san… ♡♡♡”
With an entranced, dreamy touch, she caressed my face even as I worked my hips above her. The way she looked at me, the way her voice trembled-she was so utterly lost in ecstasy that she seemed like a completely different person from the Mother Marian I knew.
This was the same Marian who usually walked around like she was the literal personification of s*x appeal. The strict convent head who was ruthless toward both herself and others in matters of work and faith. The perfected adult woman, both in age and poise. The sense of superiority I felt from her-wanting me as if I were the only thing in the world she craved-was intoxicating.
”Wonderful, it’s so wonderful… ♡♡♡”
As we moved, I realized something. She was being dead serious. I could feel it in the vibration of her voice and the way her hands moved over me.
I gripped her breasts. I took her n**ples into my mouth. I churned her insides. I left marks on her neck. I traced my fingers from her waist up to her ribs. I scratched against the walls of her v**ina. I bit into her chest. I crushed her clitoris. I just held her, losing myself in her. She responded with every inch of her body. Her scent was a fragrance so sweet it felt like a hallucination. The sweat acted like a lubricant, sealing the gaps between our skin. Her legs clung to me just enough to stay connected without hindering my thrusts. Her hands had moved on to tangle themselves in my hair.
The Vaginal Opening⁵… well, that goes without saying. It hummed in perfect sync with my hips, sending a jolt of vivid pleasure through me with every single pass. Whether I lunged deep to hit the back or gouged the entrance, she tightened around my weak points with surgical precision. I couldn’t tell if this was some incredible level of muscle control, if she was just born this way, or if it was the result of “training”¹.
(I have no idea what’s happening, but I’m fighting just to keep my knees from buckling.)
”Shopkeeper-san, Shopkeeper-san… ♡♡♡ Hmm, calling you ‘Shopkeeper’ is a little bit dry, isn’t it♡? Do you like ‘Kento-san’ better♡? Or maybe ‘Kento-kun’♡?”
She kept stroking my head and cheeks as she spoke. Then, as if testing how the words felt on her tongue, she chirped “Kento-kuun♡” and “Ke-nto♡” over and over again. (This is bad. This is really bad in so many ways…)
”Wait, that’s a bit much-” said Kento.
”Ah♡! How about ‘Boku♡’ or ‘Boku-chan♡’? Come on, my little Boku-u♡?”
Guooooh…! (I’m going to die! My dignity, my pride-everything is being stripped away! And I hate myself for feeling that tiny, traitorous spark of excitement at being called her little boy!)
”…I’m not at an age where you can call me that, so please, give me a break,” Kento pleaded.
”Is that so-o♡? It’s fine, isn’t it, Boku-chan♡? From where I’m standing, you’re just a younger boy. And besides, they say a lot of men actually enjoy ‘Baby Play’… ♡”
”Just keep calling me ‘Shopkeeper’! Stick with ‘Shopkeeper’, please!” shouted Kento.
”Oh my, how stingy… ♡ Well, that’s fine. We can figure that out as we go, okay♡?” replied Mother Marian.
I wanted to scream that there was no “as we go,” but I honestly didn’t have the breath for it. Marian had started peppering my entire face with wet, sucking kisses.
”Mchu♡ Chu, chu… ♡ Haa… ♡ You’re so wonderful, Shopkeeper… ♡”
I had successfully dodged being called “Boku,” but this was still a nightmare. This was the third or fourth kiss-attack today, and I could already see where this was going. Her lips would soon give way to her tongue; she’d lick my ears and neck until I was a mess, and then she’d steal my breath with a deep kiss. That level of dual-ended mucous membrane contact literally makes my brain melt. The licking alone is bad enough, but a French kiss with her meant she’d savor every inch of my mouth until she’d successfully milked every drop of s**men out of me.
Panicking, I fought back the urge to just drown in her and suggested a change in position.
”…Ah-r-right, how about we go back to the ‘behind’ position? We’ve been doing missionary for a while now…” Kento stammered.
”Ehh…”
”Don’t ‘Ehh’ me…”
Another thing I’d learned tonight: she’s actually quite selfish. I mean, I don’t know if insisting on kissing and missionary counts as selfish, but once she hooks into you, she really doesn’t want to let go…
”I’m perfectly happy staying in missionary the whole time, you know♡? Or maybe cowgirl♡? From behind… I can’t see your face, and it feels lonely when we aren’t pressed together…” said Mother Marian.
This was what I was up against. It took a monumental amount of mental strength not to just give in and say, “Fine, whatever you want.” If I hadn’t stayed firm, she would have drained my consciousness ages ago.
By the way, as you can imagine, cowgirl is even more lethal than missionary. The only reason I was still alive was thanks to “Ultimate Slime-Pal”³ using “Stake-Driver”⁴ to penetrate her anus. Even then, it took everything I had just to flip her over.
”Now, now, don’t say that. If we do it from behind while lying down, we can stay pressed together… and my wives always give it a high rating, you know?” Kento said.
”Muu…”
After some convincing, I managed to pull out and get her to roll over. I kept “Arsla-kun”² positioned beneath her, hoping for some support fire against her breasts and womb.
”Phew…”
I took a deep breath to steel myself. Just because we were doing it from behind didn’t mean it was going to be “easy” just because I wouldn’t be getting kissed. In fact, the view-the curve of her back, that narrow waist, and the sheer impact of her rear-was enough to trigger my animal instincts and make me lose control if I blinked.
”Hey, are you ready yet… ♡?” asked Mother Marian.
”Don’t be so impatient. I’m putting it in now-hup!”
Lying on “Arsla-kun,” Marian tilted her hips up and shook her ass to provoke me. I gritted my teeth and thrust home.
”An♡! Hehe, you’re being so rough… ♡” cried Mother Marian.
”Guh…!”
No matter how many times I went in, the way she tightened around me was a shock to the system. Her Vaginal Opening had reached a level beyond “masterpiece”; from this angle, it showed a completely different personality. While it was still mellow and tight, it started to show a bit of defiance. It fought against my movements, trying to suck my p**is deep inside when I tried to pull out, and refusing to let me reach her womb when I thrust forward. I didn’t know if it was the angle or if she was just playing a prank on me because she was annoyed about the position change. Either way, a rebellious p**sy only made me want to force her into submission.
”Here I go…!” Kento growled.
”Ky-ah♡!”
When I slammed my hips home with a heavy thud, Marian let out a delighted cry and collapsed forward. “Arsla-kun” must have been supporting her. Without holding back, I draped myself over her back.
”Nn♡ Guh♡ Fuh♡ Nnn♡♡♡!”
The weight of me crushed the air from her lungs. Driven by her voice, I bit down on her shoulder blades, which were sharply outlined through her skin.
”Fua♡♡♡! Ah, ah♡♡♡!”
Her buttocks acted like a cushion, creating a wet rhythm with every impact. Actually, “Arsla-kun” was acting as a cushion too. Every thrust had a perfect bounce-back, making it incredibly easy to maintain a fast rhythm.
”…How does it feel?” asked Kento.
”Hehe, not bad at all♡ But you know, you can put even more weight on me, crush me down… you can do whatever you want with me♡?” Mother Marian replied.
”Well then, don’t mind if I do…”
”Ah, ah, ah♡♡♡♡!”
Trusting “Arsla-kun” to handle the pressure, I let my full weight drop onto her, focusing all my power into my hips. My face was buried in her purple hair, and I let myself be intoxicated by that sweet scent. I was thrusting almost on autopilot now. Eventually, I started getting irritated by her cocky Vaginal Opening, and my pace quickened. Unable to help myself, I lunged forward and bit her neck.
”Agyu♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? ♡♡♡!”
Being bitten so suddenly must have shocked her; she arched her back and let out a sound like a squeaking little animal. It felt amazing. Following my instincts, I reached into “Arsla-kun” and grabbed those massive breasts, kneading her n**ples with everything I had.
”Ah, guh♡♡♡♡!?”
(I have no idea what’s happening, but this is one hell of a convenient magic circuit. “Arsla-kun” lets us focus entirely on the pleasure without putting any unnecessary strain on our bodies.)
”See? From behind isn’t so bad, is it?” Kento asked.
”I suppose… not… ♡♡♡ It feels like we’re mating while floating in the air… your weight and the sound of your breathing feel so good… ♡♡♡” Mother Marian panted.
The first half was thanks to “Arsla-kun,” but I could still hear a bit too much composure in the second half. Fine. If that’s how it is, I’ll take it up a notch.
”Oh, guh♡♡♡♡!? Ah, that… ♡♡♡♡!”
I thrust toward her womb and simultaneously signaled “Arsla-kun.” I triggered the “Stake-Driver”-the external womb attack that had been the most effective move all day.
”O-ogh♡♡♡!? ♡♡!? ♡♡♡!”
I finally heard it-that dirty scream she’d been hiding because I’d been blocking her mouth earlier. The “Stake-Driver” from below, and me from above. We pincer-attacked her womb from both sides as I hammered my hips into her. The plan worked. I could feel the muscles in her back, which had been so soft and welcoming, suddenly snap with tension.
”A-agh, a-agh, a-agh♡♡♡♡♡!”
She was rhythmically screaming out her pleasure. I couldn’t see her face, which was a shame, but I used the momentum to keep going. I used the one other thing that worked.
”Looks like you’re not used to being taken from behind after all… I guess you wouldn’t get into this kind of situation if you’re just masturbating all the time, huh?” Kento whispered.
”N-nnh♡♡♡♡♡!”
Verbal abuse. I don’t know if the whisper did it or if I’d just hit her sore spot, but her back tensed up exactly like I’d hoped.
”Come on, pay attention. This isn’t ‘training’ to me. Right now, you’re just a woman being ravished by a man, you get it?”
”—————hh♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
This was it. I hammered my hips home, signaling “Arsla-kun” to max out the speed of the “Stake-Driver.” And then…
The room was filled with the sound of a violent, wet eruption. A torrential flood of s**men burst forth, surging deep into Mother Marian’s womb.
”————————hh♡♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡!? ♡♡♡♡♡!?”
I grandly released my seed. Her Vaginal Opening went into a frenzy, writhing and pulsing with the strongest reaction I’d seen all day. But I didn’t let up. Even while I was ejaculating, I kept my hips moving, churning her womb, determined to finish this right here.
”D-did… did I do it…?” Kento gasped.
”♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”
After a while, once the flow had stopped, I managed to mutter those words. I wanted to sit up and check on her, but I was so drained I couldn’t move a muscle. Marian was just twitching and shivering beneath me, giving no answer. I let out a long sigh of relief.
”Phew…”
But then…
”…That was truly wonderful, Shopkeeper♡♡♡♡”
”Eh… wait, wa-ah!?”
Before I could blink, Marian-who was supposed to be pinned under me-was suddenly on top. (How? Even “Arsla-kun” should have stopped her if she tried to move that fast…)
”I need to give you a ‘return gift,’ don’t I♡? Since you had your way with me, I’m going to have my way with you… ♡ And let’s just forget all about this being ‘training’… ♡” whispered Mother Marian.
The only reason I survived that day was because the convent had a tradition of holding morning prayers before dawn. Marian eventually left my shriveled, dried-up husk behind and headed off to the service as if nothing had happened. “I’ll be looking forward to our next session… ♡” she said.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marian – Mother Superior of the Canarias convent, Ascetic Faction nun of the Church of Demon‑Subjugation, black habit, wavy purple hair, busty, tear‑shaped mole under one eye, Monroe walk. She confronts Kento about the Devil’s Stick, obsessed with Alex‑kyun, uses supernatural vaginal control to overwhelm partners, mixing playful provocation with ecstatic desire for union with the Shopkeeper.
• Kento – Lord Harvest, a dark-haired Japanese salaryman resembling Kazuma Satō, runs an isekai magic shop from Dildo-Buddy Mansion, where he lives with Amelia. A strategist and reluctant patriarch tied to the Queen, he balances mundane professionalism with an adult-circuit network. Known for extreme caution, he uses specialized tools like the Stake-Driver before discarding them to prove his worth through raw intimacy.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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