Volume 2 Chapter 34 Lust Hell
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The heat inside Klock was unbearable, like his very core was aflame. His energy burned fiercely, turning into a scorching fire that wouldn’t fade.
”Ugh… hng…” he grunted, sinking down onto his hands and knees.
Too much power overwhelmed him, leaving his body heavy and restless. The burning spread everywhere, twisting inside with no relief.
Why me…? he thought bitterly.
It reminded him of wandering under a harsh sun, desperate for shade and water. But this pain wasn’t weakness—it was a fierce, restless fire that tore at his mind.
”Damn… why am I poisoned too?” he muttered, panting hard.
He wanted to release it, to escape the burning. But there was no cure, no one to help him.
”Haa… haa…” Gathering what strength he could, Klock pushed himself up. His body still responded, even if his mind was foggy. He turned, seeking a way out, when his eyes caught sight of her.
She was still there, trembling as she tried to calm herself, struggling with her own burning.
Her exposed skin reminded him of the only way to ease this raging heat. He couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Shaking off the haze in his mind, he loosened his clothes. His body responded, harder than ever. Taking a deep breath, he moved closer.
”Get out of the way!” he said firmly, pushing aside the hand blocking him.
She resisted weakly, but he held firm. The burning inside demanded release.
With one strong motion, he pressed forward.
A sharp cry escaped her lips—new, unfamiliar, but not angry.
The feeling was strange, confusing his thoughts even more. He had to finish quickly before losing control.
His movements were forceful, pulling her close.
Her warmth surrounded him, soft and tight. It felt alive, pressing and holding him.
He ignored the discomfort and continued, urgency driving him.
Strange sounds filled the room, mixing with their breathing.
Then, a sudden rush burst forth, overwhelming everything.
Klock gasped, the intense sensation blurring pain and pleasure.
This wasn’t normal. It was beyond anything he’d known.
His body shook uncontrollably, releasing endless waves of heat and energy.
A high, soft voice echoed nearby, strange and almost playful.
Annoyed but focused, Klock realized it was her—Elna.
His mind cleared a little as he understood. He was using her to release the poison’s burning inside him.
”I… can’t stop…” he whispered.
The flow continued, endless and impossible.
Elna clung to him, trembling softly like a frightened child. Her body seemed to pull him in, quietly asking for comfort.
Finally, the burning slowed. The waves eased, leaving him drained and heavy.
He collapsed gently onto her, his strength gone.
The exhaustion felt like more than just tiredness—like he’d poured his very life into releasing this fire.
”Haa… haa…” he breathed, trying to steady himself.
Even as he lay still, faint pulses of warmth passed between them. Elna’s body responded without control, softly drawing him in.
”Calm down… it’s too much,” he murmured softly.
But just as he thought it was over, the heat flared again, swirling wildly inside.
He had to release more, or it would never end.
With effort, Klock moved again, pushing slowly, carefully.
The heat fueled him, though it felt forced and strange.
Elna moaned softly, awkward but not resistant. The poison held her tight, making her body respond beyond reason.
”You’re squeezing too hard,” he said quietly, half amused.
Her body beneath him was small and tight. It maddened him, but also felt strangely right for this moment.
Normally, he’d want her to grow and change first.
But now, he was glad it was her. This was the perfect way to release.
He pulled out gently, frustration building.
Then, gathering strength, he shifted her gently, changing their position.
Her soft curves showed, gentle and warm.
He moved back in with care.
”No rest for you, brat,” he said quietly, not with cruelty but focus.
She gasped softly as he moved steadily, his control slipping.
His words were rough, but his touch was softer now.
He just needed to finish this, to calm the fire inside them both.
Klock’s voice was sharp, filled with frustration and anger. “Because of you, I ended up like this. I don’t care if you’re the Emperor’s daughter or not. Stop whining like some weak thief. Get pregnant with my inferior bloodline and go back to your country with a big belly, you brat.”
The sound of his movements filled the room, rough and urgent.
”N-no… ah…♡” Elna whimpered softly.
He gripped her waist tightly, pulling her close as he pressed deeply again. The pressure built inside him, overwhelming and relentless. Warmness spilled out between them, dripping down slowly.
”Ugh… ghaaah!!” Klock groaned, struggling against the flood of sensations washing over him.
This second release lasted far longer than usual. Normally it would be quick, but this time it stretched on, draining him slowly. He gasped for breath, fighting to keep control.
He tensed his arms, pulling Elna even closer, driving deeper with each movement. Suddenly, she went limp beneath him, like a string had snapped. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. At her age, she simply couldn’t handle it.
”Guh… haa… haa… finally…” Klock exhaled, collapsing onto her back as exhaustion took over.
His body was spent. The wave of release hit him all at once, and he couldn’t resist anymore. He was completely drained. Going back to Suzette’s side now felt impossible.
”…Elna…” he whispered, but there was no answer. Her eyes were rolled back, completely blank.
That was expected.
No, this wasn’t just about her. If this continued, he might faint like her too. He’d just pushed himself twice beyond his limit, yet the fire inside kept burning, refusing to calm.
What was this? A madness, a poison of desire clawing at him relentlessly.
If he were somewhere safe, this might be bearable. But no—he was deep in enemy territory, unsure if help would come. Now was not the time for this madness.
His body betrayed him, forcing desire even as his mind screamed no. He couldn’t take it. Less than a minute after finishing, all he could think about was going again.
He had to do something.
With what little strength remained, he forced himself up. Elna lay unconscious beneath him, fragile and still.
The intervals between urges came quicker now. His head fogged with confusion, but he pushed past it. Leaning down, he touched her chest, noticing soft drops leaking slowly. He brought one of her small, rounded breasts to his lips and sucked gently.
”…Mmm.”
Even unconscious, she reacted faintly.
He didn’t care. He kept moving, desperate to keep control, sucking what he could while pressing closer.
A strange thought crossed his mind—was this wrong? Taking from her like this, without permission? Like a bee draining nectar from a flower, she was helpless, completely at his mercy.
Maybe he was losing his mind, feeling desire for this innocent girl’s body.
Knowing it was wrong, he devoured her as best he could, greedily holding her close while pushing on. Despite her unconscious state, she responded, filling him with warmth again and again.
”I’m going to come. Doesn’t matter if you’re out cold.”
He shifted, pulling her thighs closer and gripping her soft hips firmly. Then he noticed her lower belly—swollen and tight around where he was inside her.
He pressed gently, and thick fluid leaked out with a wet sound.
Huh? All this… really?
Her stomach bulged from how much he’d filled her. He’d expected to release a lot, but not enough to cause this.
This was serious. Could she survive this?
He didn’t know, but a deep worry settled in. He was pushing her too far, wasting her life.
Still, his hips moved on their own, rubbing against her tender body.
Her warmth was too much. If this was how it ended, at least it was with her.
He cursed himself for passing out first. When she woke, she’d be horrified by everything.
He poured his anger out in relentless movements.
She was weak, fragile—no matter how much he fought it, she might be pregnant now. Maybe her cycle wasn’t due, but this strange poison inside him had pushed her body into overdrive.
Maybe Beastkin were different from humans. He didn’t care anymore.
He thrust harder, fast and powerful. “Thud, thud.”
The strange tightening inside her grew stronger as he pushed, parting her gently.
”…Mmph.”
She moaned softly, lying still. Frustrated by her passive state, he quickened his pace.
He knew this was wrong. This was violence. But his emotions overflowed, out of control.
Faster and faster, he drove forward, desperate to finish.
At the last moment, he pulled back sharply—but pulled too far, slipping out.
”Oops!”
Quickly, he pressed back inside, unwilling to lose anything. But the feeling was different.
Huh? From behind—
He realized he’d entered the wrong place by accident. His release poured out again, just as strong, filling a new space.
”Uguuu, oooo…!”
The sensation was intense, no longer pleasure but pure overwhelm. He couldn’t re-enter the right place but kept going, stroking and releasing everything.
Surprisingly, it felt better than expected.
Fighting the urge to writhe, he forced himself to endure, pouring his life inside her.
The release kept going, relentless, lasting minutes. He just wanted it to stop.
Finally, the last drop slipped out, and all strength left him.
”Guh… ugh… she’s still alive… damn it…”
He collapsed on top of her carefully, not wanting to hurt her more.
But it didn’t matter. He was completely spent, barely able to move or speak.
He had to brace himself. If he stayed like this, he’d die. Dying after what had just happened would be a pitiful end.
When he could move again, he would run for his life.
Inside him, the burning heat rose again, slow and terrible.
This poison was deadly. He’d only taken a little, yet it forced desire over and over. It was unnatural.
If it was a toxin, it had to come from a powerful monster deep underground—or maybe it wasn’t meant to kill.
”Guh… I can… move…”
His fingers twitched, sluggish but alive. He needed to move fast.
Steeling himself, he sat up and pulled free. His body throbbed, and when he looked down, he saw it had grown larger. The same thing was happening to him, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
He tidied himself quickly, fastened his belt, and ignored his ragged breathing. Without looking back, he ran toward the stairs.
He rushed down, opened the front door, and ignored all the staring eyes as he fled with all his might.
Notes:
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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