Chapter 60 No Way I Can Eat That

At the same time, he delivered a hammer-fist strike—

Thud!—

onto the anal plug that was faithfully guarding its post.

’’Aaaaggghhh?!’’

Squelch!

With a wet sound, the anal plug was sucked completely into her anus, leaving only the handle visible.

Eleonora’s ass, which seemed like it wouldn’t collapse even after a thousand years, began to tremble uncontrollably.

’I have to teach her that this isn’t something she can overcome by ’steeling herself’ or playing mind games. I need to show her that she is being unilaterally broken, that she is nothing more than a mere female!’

"What are you doing! Why... why are you not raping me?!"

Did she expect him to violate her body right this instant?

Or was she overconfident in her own flesh?

"I am spreading my pussy like this! Why won’t you rape me! Here, look at my... my lewd pussy that you love so much! Look at my hole, twitching and gaping because it wants to eat your cock right n—Hiiiieeeek?!"

No matter how much she screamed, he didn’t listen. Instead, hanging onto the large female’s back like a male frog, he rubbed his cock along the valley running from her spine to her tailbone and poked her breasts, which were squashed into nice bun-shapes, with his fingers.

Only then did Eleonora realize the urgency of her situation. She retracted the hands that had been spreading her pussy open—as if she was determined to be raped no matter what—and tried to push herself back up onto all fours.

’If I stay like this, my neck will get caught in the bars. I’m holding on because I’m keeping my ass raised, but if I collapse...?!’

Just like a passage she had once seen in a lewd erotic novel she accidentally came across, about a princess cumming while being strangled by a knight.

Back then, she dismissed it as nonsense and used the book as kindling for a fire...

But if she collapsed now from the pleasure radiating from her ass-pussy to her tailbone, she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t become the heroine of that erotic novel herself.

"You dare try to seduce your Master after asking for medical treatment?"

"S-Seduce?! No! I... I never seduced youuuu...!"

"Now you’re even lying to your Master?! That’s an aggravated penalty."

Schloop-!

’’Nnnghoooooh?!’’

It wasn’t the sound of a kiss, nor the sound of a cock thrusting into a pussy.

’Anus...?!’

"This is punishment. Punishment for acting up without knowing your place."

Just a moment ago, Eleonora had compared Rafe mounting her back to a male frog mating. Was it because he read her mind?

Truly like a male frog, Rafe used his spread legs to tightly grip the handle of the anal plug with his feet and began pistoning it in and out.

At this unexpected action, Eleonora’s arms, which were struggling to hold her body up, began to wobble violently.

I described it as a piston motion earlier, but describing it as a broken water mill would be far more accurate.

In the first place, I wasn’t holding it with my hands, nor was I thrusting my cock into it. The very act of gripping the anal plug with my feet and shoving it deep into her asshole—

squelch-squelch

—was something I had just come up with on the fly.

And more than anything, grabbing Eleonora’s anal plug not by sight, but by fumbling around her ass with my two bare feet, was a bizarre feat that even I, Rafe, was attempting for the first time.

In a sense, for someone who had just taken his first step into a new frontier of experience(?), maintaining a consistent pattern of pumping was an impossible task.

Schlick... pop... Schlick-pop...

"Kuh-hiiiiieeeek...?!"

But it didn’t matter if the rhythm wasn’t perfect.

Just being able to grip that anal plug buried deep in Eleonora’s asshole-pussy was enough. To me, that alone meant the objective was achieved.

Only then did Eleonora, realizing the reason behind the bizarre act of me mounting her ass, slowly push her upper body up like she was doing a push-up, her face flushing crimson at the depravity of it all.

"Y-You were rubbing your cock against my ass crack earlier just to do this...?!"

"Honestly, like you said, your body is so lewd I considered just blowing my load right there, but I thought this would be better!"

[Oh my god! Frog mating style! It’s so lewd! So obscene! But I like it! Do your best! Kyaaaah!]

Strictly speaking, Rafe wanted to correct the System that this was merely pseudo-sex and not actual mating. But since he was currently pouring all his strength into simply hanging onto Eleonora’s back, he just jerked his chin at the SD Character shimmering before his eyes, signaling it to get lost.

Of course, as if she had been waiting for this exact reaction, the SD Character—wearing the sorrowful face of Pepe the Frog—began wobbling her body back and forth like one of those tube men dancers at a grand opening.

[You said you were going to break me! You said you’d break me in, didn’t yoooou? Heehee, but right now, all Master Breeder can do is hang onto a sow’s back! What are you gonna do huh! What are you gonna do!]

’Oh, I’m gonna kill that little—’

"Nnnng-hooooook?! D-Don’t wiggle it around so deeeep insiiiiide-ahhh!?"

The desire to grab that cheeky little sprite and scold her was overwhelming, but faced with the wall of reality, Rafe’s anger naturally redirected toward Eleonora, who was pinned beneath him.

"Stop it! It won’t go in any further?! Y-You shoved this thing in, you should know best! Why are you being so mean to me!?"

Even the handle, which had been poking out, was now being swallowed. Eleonora thrashed as if she were losing her mind, the hard object invading a hole where nothing should ever enter. She was busy spraying slick pussy juice everywhere.

"You soaked your pussy this much because you wanted to be ravaged by me!"

"I didn’t do it with that in mind... R-Right! Do you think I’ll break just because I’m being violated by the likes of you?! To me, sex is no different than entertainment!"

It felt empty. The lewd hole that nature had sculpted to embrace a male’s cock—not the asshole that was slowly turning into a pussy right now—was gaping and twitching frantically.

"Look at you running your mouth when my cock already popped your cherry!"

"Ugyaaaaah?!"

She was already in heat from the smell of a male, yet he wasn’t loving her. It was an ironic body where lewdness and sorrow coexisted, looking at a glance like a female crying mournfully because her feelings weren’t reciprocated.