It was a room of pure white. With only me and another person whose features I cannot see. Like a silhouette. This room was for my trial.
âJudge. Iâm innocent!â
âIt was a demoness, your honor!â
âYou were of sound mind and body when you decided.â
âNo! It wasnât me! It was not the true me. Please give me another chance!â
âDid you use any drugs or other substances before?â
âNone.â
âWere you intoxicated?â
âNot a single drop.â
âGuilty.â
âWait! Iâm not like this! She does something to me that triggers my reactions. Thatâs right, the bite! It was poison!â
âYou didnât get bitten.â
âHer presence then! My self-control runs wild when Iâm with her! Thatâs a good thing, though! Weâre married anyway!â
âYouâre not normal. Youâve gone rogue!â
âIâm going to get some contracts! Stay away for a while. Talk through a screen or something!â
âSo. Youâre blaming your wife for being a seductress?â
âWhen you put it that way⦠Yes.â
âDonât worry, I get it.â
âI know, right?â
âAlright, so we blame some of it on your wife being hotter than the sun.â
âHear. Hear.â
âWhat about now, though?â
âWhat do you mean? Now? What now?â
âI mean, what youâre doing right now?â
âWhere am I anyway? What is this?â The white room dissolves.
âHey.â
What is this?
âWho am I?â
âWhat kind of question is that?â
A smile forms on his featureless face. The action put off an eerie feeling.
âTake a guess.â
âMy conscience?â
âHaha. No.â
âThen who or what are you?â
âYour Blessing.â
âThat makes no sense. Whaââ The white room shatters. A tug pulls me away from âMy Blessing.â
âBy the way. Itâs all your responsibility. You canât blame us for what happens.â
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Those are some sketchy last words. The white world fades.
âYouâre nothing but a cow! Now moo for me!â My hand then slaps a plump bottom. My hand receives a soft and pleasant sensation. Wait! What am I doing?
âMoâmoo!â
Oh, no⦠I recognize this voice. My spear is inside a person whoâs gone down on all fours. Her whole body shakes, and her stance is unstable. Please let my assumption be wrong!
I can see Saori lying down on the floor. Her eyes open, but they look listless. Her stomach was enormous with copious amounts of liquid on her body⦠I mustâve gone berserk again. Who is this girl then?
I can no longer escape reality. The truth hits me in the face.
âLucineâ¦â
âMooâmooâ¦â
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What the heck did I do? And why in the authorâs name do my hips keep pumping? My body continues its perverse actions. Lucineâs cave of pleasure and its treasures discovered. I should stop. But I donât want toâ¦
âA bit more, okay?â I say and kiss her. We change position, and I suck on her nipples. Heavenly milk gushes out, tasting better than anything Iâve ever had. I am renewed.
What am I doing?
Why canât I stop?
Iâm such a bastard.
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How long has it been? I donât know!
My body is sticky and dirty from sweat and different fluids. The room smells of sweat, sex, and milk. Not rotten dairy, at least. It smells nice or Iâm a pervert. Probably both.
I survey the area and see two girls with massive bellies. Their arms try hugging each other, but their bellies got in the way. Bodies covered in sweat, milk, and other fluids. Liquids pouring out from several areas.
When did I even do that? I experienced the triple package but canât remember it! I should do it agaiâ. Mind over matter!
I add some holes to a paper bag and cover Saoriâs face with it. This mess needs fixing. First, we need a bath, then give this room a complete cleaning.
Itâs hard to bathe her like this. My spear is also hard. Thatâs the usual for me.
The paper bag was dissolving, and their moaning made it hard to concentrate. Iâm sorry, Saori! Only a garbage bag was available. With a bag covering her face, I continue our bath.
I rub the soap on their soft bodies. Making sure they were clean all over. Their breaths were stable the whole way as they were sleeping. Like I was molesting them.
âThatâs because you are,â I say to myself.
When it was time to clean their faces and hair, I focus first on Lucine.
She doesnât wake up even with all the water hitting her face. My essence is all over her body. I examine the essence on my hand. Itâs thick and sticky. Wait. What am I doing?
âWhy the heck am I examining it?â
Curiosity got to me, alright? My whole life before marriage, Iâve never seen it. So⦠Iâd be a little curious? Nothing weird about it. Not weird at all.
While shampooing her hair, a realization came to me. The stuff got on my face. I gag. Letâs not think about it deeper.
It was Saoriâs turn.
âIâm sorry,â I say.
I grab Saoriâs head and dunks it in the bath tub. It lasts for only a second.
âAh! What happenedâ¦â she woke up and says that.
âOh, itâs good you woke up! Just clean your face and hair yourself.â I try to leave.
âWait, I cannot even move right now. How about you help me? We can have a deep cleaning session?â says Saori in a seductive tone.
This devil! She canât even turn her head around. Yet she says stuff like that! I canât lose to this witch! I submerge her head in the water again to clean her face. Then pull her out.
âWhat! Iâis this soâsome sort of play?â says Saori.
I find a towel and cover my eyes with it.
âCooperate, look away!â
âO-okay, hubby.â
I pour shampoo on her head. After scrubbing and massaging her scalp, she fell asleep again, tired.
It was hell. But I somehow managed. In contrast, cleaning the room is easier for my psyche. Though it took longer. The time cleaning makes me forget my problems.
What do I do now?
I messed up. It felt good, though. If I go back in time. Will I do it again?
I know myself.
And?
I probably would.
Probably?
I definitely would.