Euphoria: A Butterfly's Dream

There was no way to know what they were saying to each other, but she couldn't mistake that enthusiasm for anything else.

Frederica had suspected it, but now? It was all but confirmed.

He could have just picked Emilia over and over again and there would be no issue. Instead, he picked Priscilla. God knows why. Except it was obvious. Those proud, arrogant tits. Curves that made Frederica jealous. That killer body. Her cruel yet beautiful face.

Who wouldn't want to rape that?

Frederica shivered, watching as the camera zoomed in on Subaru and Emilia fucking her together, the way their cocks pulled out of her holes while her flesh clung to girthy shafts. That was way too much cock for a single woman to handle, even if one of them was made of silicone and plastic. Even a seasoned prostitute would have trouble dealing with that, and Priscilla looked like she was getting the life fucked out of her.

…Frederica wondered what would happen if they did that to her. 

Besides her body and the fact that Priscilla was just generally grating on the nerves, there'd been no reason to pick her, not that Frederica could discern, besides challenging Subaru. So what did that mean for her? Would she be next, if she somehow got on Subaru's bad side?

If the next trial was anything like this…

The idea of it was terrifying. So why, why was she so damn wet?

Frederica wished that the dorm room hadn't closed. She would have been tempted to rub one off in there if she could.

She watched as Subaru sprayed a load onto Priscilla's toned back, coating her skin with a thick, yellowish-cloudy fluid. Watched as he shot his load onto her badly welted, painful-looking asscheeks. 

Part of her was disgusted and afraid. The other part wished that could be her, and Frederica wondered what was wrong with her. Maids shouldn't have rape fetishes, nor should they be aroused by it.

Did she even know the effect she had on him?

Did any of them know?

Her smell was the only smell in the world when he was with her. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, natural and soft in such a way that it was amazing how it held form. He doubted that she ever deliberately exercised before, but her exposed stomach is naturally toned -- flat – lean -- smooth. Just the barest gentle trace of the inverse "V" her ribcage made could be visible. The way that thin waist flared out at the hips… God damn.

Everything about a woman drove him wild. Drove him mad with lust.

Lust. It was like a hunger for flesh. There was nothing quite like holding a girl's asscheeks in one's hands, spreading them out, and teasing at their assholes with his fingers underneath their panties. Feeling every wrinkle of that tight, puckered hole, before spreading it out, like pulling apart the petals of a flower. So delicate, so perfect compared to his rough fingers, thick and clumsy in comparison. Lust was wanting it again as soon as it was over, and looking forward to the next time. Wanting to feel that flesh under his fingers again.

Her hair was silver.

It wasn't something he'd fully been able to appreciate until he felt it in his hands. Smooth and fine, lustrous and healthy. The smell of it was an unmistakable reminder that he was holding an angel.

Her eyes were amethyst. 

Have you ever looked someone in the eye and simply saw nothing there? They may be awake, they may be fully conscious and aware. They might even look at you, and you might stare into their soul and they into yours. 

But there is nothing there. 

Eyes are the windows to the soul. And just as easily as you can look into an empty house and feel the void left there by the previous occupants, you can do the same with one's eyes. 

When he looked into her eyes now, all he saw was a willing slut for Daddy's cock. Whoever existed before he raped her was gone.

"S-Subaru! It's too much!"

"What did I tell you, slut? It's DADDY!"

"Daddy! Daddy! Please have mercy! Have mercy on your slut, please!"

"Wrong again, slut! Don't I control your body? Aren't I your Master now? Call me Master!"

"Yes, yes Master!"

It was hard to look into those amethyst eyes now. They used to be so lively, so full of expression, whether that be happiness, sadness, embarrassment, or any other slew of complex emotions. 

Now all he could see was lust. Those amethyst eyes looked dull with pleasure, fogged over with desire.

Maybe he had ruined her. Emilia wasn't like this before he fucked her. Perhaps it had lay dormant inside of her, like the monster had lay dormant inside of him. But if that wasn't the case, then Subaru had changed her. 

What if he'd not only raped her body, but unwittingly raped her mind as well?

Emilia was ruined for any other man now. A virgin never forgets their first. Even if she did, Subaru was taking something that no other man would ever be able to experience. Subaru would be burned into her mind for the next hundred years. Next thousand years, even. Who knows how long a half-elf's lifespan is?

Did he feel guilty for this? No. Partially because he didn't care. Getting to fuck such high-quality half-elven pussy kind of throws any other thoughts out of the window. But looking down at her expression, seeing a face he doesn't recognize on her, Subaru can't help but delight in her corruption. Without knowing it at the time, he'd reached out into the sky, taking this angel and dragging her down into the muck right alongside him. 

It should have made him sick to his stomach. 

…What would his mother think?

His mother was so far out of his thoughts that it hadn't even registered. Subaru wasn't even sure he properly remembered her face anymore. He was a bad son for not having thought of his parents for so long. Would she even be able to understand the effect that these nice, round asses, these thin waists, had on him? All available for his enjoyment? 

No. She wouldn't.

But that didn't dim the pleasure of being the corruptor. It filled his heart with absolute glee. Destruction for destruction's sake is the vice of a madman. 

But destruction because it coincidentally causes him the most pleasure? 

Anyone could understand that, right?

Subaru imagined that this was what the Conquistadors felt when they pillaged the Caribbean. How the Vikings felt invading Denmark. In enjoying something, something else was used up in the process, something nobody else will get to experience. Exploring a new land, or picking a flower. 

Nobody else would be allowed to experience that exact consumption ever again.

No man would ever get to experience this the way that he got to experience it. 

Soon enough, Subaru wouldn't be able to either. In its place, a memory would be formed of something precious being lost.

He'd experienced pleasures that no modern man could. Only an ancient king or the warlords of the past would have ever had the chance to violate princesses like this.

It wasn't as if men wished they could be ruthless. The average man isn't a psychopath, after all.

But the wish, deep down in one's heart that one could get away with being ruthless?

In circumstances like these, that wish could be fulfilled. Or so he thought.

…

…

…

Emilia and Subaru came out of the shower, hand in hand, exhausted of fuck. Priscilla was still in the room, unconscious, the semen on her ass drying out the last time they saw her.

The first thing Subaru noticed was the look of fear on Frederica's face. No, not just fear. She looked revolted at them. Crusch wore a similar expression, her amber eyes piercing with judgement, and Subaru wished he could blindfold them again.

"Subaru, Emilia-sama, don't you think that you took it a little too far?" asked Crusch. Subaru shrugged without a care in the world.

"The unlocking conditions necessitated it. If either of us tried to hold back, you saw that this game doesn't give you any warnings."

"Yes, but…" Crusch's voice wavered slightly. "I'm not a fan of Priscilla personally. I think her personality is… grating, to say the least." She was taking the diplomatic approach. Even Subaru could see that.

"Yeah, so?" Subaru retorted. "What's the issue, then?"

"The issue was that you two… appeared to revel in it. I understand the appeal of putting Priscilla in her place. But it almost seemed like…"

"Seemed like what, Crusch-san?" Subaru growled. "Like we enjoyed it? Like we enjoyed doing that to Priscilla? Do you think that's the kind of person Emilia is? Do you think that's the kind of man I am? Do you have any idea how disrespectful it is to accuse us of that? I thought that we were friends, Crusch."

"We are," Crusch said firmly. "I'm still grateful for what you did during the White Whale hunt, and I acknowledge my debt to you. And I'm not accusing you of deriving pleasure from this. Nobody is. But you've crossed a line. That much, I stand firmly on."

"I was keeping us safe!" Subaru's fists clenched in rage.

"Subaru-!" Emilia reached out, but Subaru recoiled, swatting her hand away. He felt a pang of guilt from Emilia's hurt expression, but his anger was directed squared on Crusch at the moment. 

"No. Crusch might not be accusing us. But she's thinking it," Subaru hissed. "She thinks that the two of us are monsters. The kind of people that would enjoy this twisted shit."

"I never said that I thought the two of you are monsters," said Crusch, her gaze calm and focused on Subaru. 

"Oh." Subaru took a step back. "Oh. Ahahaha. This isn't even funny. So, just me then, right?"

Crusch's silence was telling.

"Know your fucking place," Subaru spat.

"My place? My place?" Crusch echoed incredulously. "I hate to pull rank, but please remember who here is the royal candidate. There's a world beyond this room. The repercussions extend far outside these white walls. I understand that it's necessary for us to make it out of this place, and that the only way to do that is to go through with these games, and perhaps it's favorable that you've shed your hesitations. But plausible deniability only works if you don't overstep."

"If you want to end up in a room with a pair of dildos inside of you, be my guest," Subaru sneered. "If I were you, I would be very careful with the things that I say."

"You should think twice of threatening the Dutchess of the Kransten family."

This fucking whore. Who did she even think she was? Not a day ago she was on her knees choking down his cum, and now she had the gall to talk back to him. She didn't have her sword, her magic, or her divine protection, it seemed. If Crusch also used mana to supplement her physical strength like Priscilla, then that would mean that she wasn't stronger than a normal woman, either. 

Comparatively, Subaru still had access to Invisible Providence. He could rape her, right here and now, and nobody could stop him. He was about to use it, get the invisible hand to grab her by the throat and throw her to the ground, before Emilia grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Subaru, I think we should just sit down for a bit, okay?" Emilia urged. Subaru nodded stiffly, his eyes never leaving Crusch's as Emilia pulled him away and towards a corner of the room. The timer had reset to three hours. Another three hours of boredom. Subaru was in a foul mood now too, which was only alleviated by one thing.

Crusch was next. He would just pick her for the next test, teach her the consequences of mouthing off to him. If she refused to go along with it, she'd end up in Felt's place.

Frederica hesitantly sat down next to them. 

"What is it, Frederica-san?" Subaru said bitterly. "You gonna tell me how I went too far too?"

"No," Frederica said simply. "I wouldn't dare say that to you."

Which meant that she at least thought it. At least she knew better than to have the gall to say it to his face, which was marginally better. Frederica wasn't on his shit list, for now.

"Subaru, be nicer to Frederica-san," Emilia chastised. "She hasn't done anything to us. She's been nothing but supportive."

That look on Frederica's face when they had walked back into the room said otherwise, as did the way she treated him after Elsa kissed him. Still, Subaru was at least self-aware enough to know that he was just being shitty because of Crusch, and nobody else deserved to have his frustrations taken out on them. 

"I'm picking Crusch next," Subaru seethed. "She's got it coming now. I'm gonna fuck her right up the ass until she pisses herself and begs for my forgiveness."

Frederica looked like she was about to say something, but didn't.

The clock was ticking down agonizingly slow. Subaru glared at it as if it would make things go by a bit faster.

An hour later, Priscilla dragged her feet out of the unlocking room. Her dress was in poor shape, hanging precariously off her figure. Shrugging off Crusch's concern with an indignant huff, she stood in the corner away from everyone else, looking like she wasn't in the mood to talk.

She glared daggers at Subaru and Emilia, but he didn't even care. His rage was still focused on Crusch. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted to spank her ass red, fuck her in all of her holes until it looked like she'd had a train run through her and leave her leaking his cum. Broken. He wanted to see her in a double fucking machine like Felt, left there to cum her brains out until there was nothing left of her original personality. 

He just needed to be patient, Subaru thought. His stomach growled in protest, reminding him that the only thing he ate in the past day or so was a small piece of bread. He glanced at the dog food disdainfully, contemplating how awful it would taste.

Surprisingly, Elsa was the first one out of them to eat, going over to the doggy bowl and taking a chunk of the wet dog food. She wrinkled her nose in disdain before relenting, before taking a piece and putting it in her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. It shocked Subaru to see a fellow human being degrade themselves so willingly. Well, at least, something that looked like a human being. Elsa was anything but, and this all but confirmed it.

"That's disgusting," Priscilla remarked harshly to her fellow detainee, her tone cutting through the air like a knife. Elsa shrugged indifferently, taking another handful and putting it in her mouth.

"I grew up on the streets in Gusteko. You learn not to be picky. When I was growing up, I ate much worse to survive."

As if on cue, Priscilla's stomach rumbled as well, causing her to turn away in embarrassment. Elsa wasn't the only person getting hungry. Subaru rubbed his chin, utilizing his stubble o' clock to figure out how long it had been. At least… thirty hours, give or take five. It was beginning to get to him as well.

Frederica went up to the dog bowl as well, grimacing slightly but taking a bite of it without complaint. It must have been demoralizing to be a demi-human being forced to eat pet food. If it wasn't for the fact that all of them were in this situation, it would have been racist as hell.

Subaru hesitantly went up to the bowl next, taking a piece of it in his hands and rubbing it with his thumb. The texture felt almost grainy, and it was less moist than it looked before, and smelled awful, but when he put it in his mouth, it tasted rather bland, like a mixture of oatmeal and meat. 

Whatever gave it that smell, it didn't affect the flavor. Probably because dogs couldn't eat spices and such. He swallowed quickly, eager to rid himself of the unpleasant sensation. Elsa watched him intently as he ate the dog food. 

It wasn't completely sanitary, but the dog bowl was deep enough for him to cup his hands and submerge them to drink water from as well without lapping it up on his knees, letting him wash away the flavor.

Crusch followed suit, wrinkling her nose as she did so and gagging slightly at the taste of it, but despite her upbringing, she didn't complain once, getting a drink of water the same way Subaru did. Even in these circumstances, she still had her dignity. 

Emilia, ever innocent and unaware, approached the dog food without reservation, not showing much disgust as she ate it. Priscilla remained the sole holdout, wrinkling her nose as she watched them eat.

Despite having already swallowed, the lingering smell of the dog food hung in his mouth as Subaru waited for the timer to reach zero. Hunger gnawed at him relentlessly. Finally, the timer chimed, and an unfamiliar, cheery jingle filled the air.

"Bonus game. Bonus game. Optional bonus game initiated." The screen announced, flashing an interior view of the elusive luxury room behind the window that Subaru had been avoiding.

"Food, drinks, a comfortable bed, a shower, and more, can all be obtained through playing the optional bonus game. Unique unlock conditions required. Unlocker, please decide whether or not to play the game. Those who play will receive access to the luxury amenities. The rest will receive the standard rations and furnishings. After deciding whether or not to play the bonus game, there will be ten hours before the next game."

Well, this threw a wrench in his plans. So this was what that room was for. It was more than just to dangle in front of them to remind them of their shitty conditions. Subaru glanced at Crusch, who was still focused on the screen, her jaw set with a stern look on her face. 

He didn't want Crusch to enjoy the luxury room. His revenge would have to wait. Considering what food they've been receiving so far and the fact that there was still another ten hours until the next game, Subaru was tempted to go for it.

"Is it fine if Emilia and I do it?" Subaru asked the room. 

Crusch shrugged, and it pissed him off that she thought that she had any input. "If Emilia wants to, then go ahead. It's up to the both of you."

"No complaints here," Elsa responded, a smile playing at her lips.

"If Emilia-sama wants to, you should do it," said Frederica, blushing and unable to make eye contact with him, betraying her discomfort.

Priscilla simply glared at him with hate. "Acting like rutting beasts for the chance to enjoy small delicacies. How pathetic," she snapped.

If only they hadn't just eaten the dog food. If he'd known that this was an opportunity they'd receive, he wouldn't have done that. "You wanna do it, Emilia-tan?" Subaru asked.

"Sure, it sounds fun," Emilia said brightly, which threw him for a loop. She was oddly cheerful despite these circumstances. Perhaps a place like this, designed to strip away dignity, didn't have much of an effect on someone who suffered prejudice every day and didn't have a frame of reference for what was acceptable to begin with. If anything, maybe this place had the least toll on her.

"We'll play the game," Subaru announced, taking Emilia's hand. The door to the typical unlocking room opened. 

"Please enter the unlocking room. No video feed is broadcast at this time." 

As they entered the unlocking room, Subaru noticed that there was only one line of instruction projected onto the walls.

LEVEL 1: FACIAL

"Easy enough, I guess," Subaru said flippantly. "Doesn't look like the bonus will be that tough. Alright, let's do this."

He was already pulling down his pants before Emilia interrupted him. "What's a facial?" she asked.

"It's… uh…" Subaru scratched his chin awkwardly. "It's when I… uh, you know. Give you an explosion?"

"Explosion?" Emilia asked, confusion playing on her expression. "Oh. Where?"

"On your face," Subaru finally said, realizing how embarrassing it was to say it out loud.

"Oh. Yeah, that is easy," said Emilia, pulling her hair over her shoulders. She knelt down delicately, sitting on her legs, and putting her hands in her lap. "I don't even have to do anything. Well, let's get started, right?"

"Y-Yeah," Subaru muttered. Her nonchalance made him feel like the inexperienced one here. 

Emilia had the body of a JAV star but the innocence of an ignorant child. It made Subaru feel like a molester. A creepy pervert who hung around playgrounds to watch the kids in case a gust of wind revealed an unsuspecting upskirt.

Pulling his pants down to his legs, Subaru began to stroke himself while Emilia watched intently, her eyes glued to his cock. She was eye-level with his penis, examining every vein and staring at the slit as he got himself hard. Honestly, it was kind of embarrassing to be watched masturbating like this. Maybe this was a flasher's dream come true, but for Subaru, it was just awkward to be self-servicing with Emilia watching him.

"Could you look… somewhere else?" Subaru panted needily. 

"Oh, sorry," said Emilia, glancing up at him. "Would you rather I look at your face?" 

Those innocent, upturned eyes. God, it was turning him on. "Yeah… that's much better," Subaru huffed. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Emilia. Subaru groaned softly, his hand flying up and down his shaft. It used to be plenty to get himself off. For years, that was all he had, and he even had a cute girl watching him now too.

But after experiencing the mouths, pussies, and assholes of three different high-quality girls, royal candidates all, it was a bit harder to get off from just his hand alone. He was really getting desensitized by this place. Subaru closed his eyes, trying to think of something that could help get him off.

Not even picturing the bodies of the three royal candidates he'd fucked did the trick. 

But then he imagined what Frederica would look like, what it would feel like to have her pressed against the wall in standing missionary, their chests pressing together. 

He wanted to see her face glazed over in lust, the same way that Emilia's got after getting into it. He wanted to put her into a mating press, or throw one of her legs over his shoulder while he railed her into a wall. Those tempting, perverted curves, that long, blonde hair.

"No, I'm almost there. Just… open your mouth, okay?" asked Subaru, opening his eyes. That was the last image Subaru needed to get himself over the edge. Emilia's tongue, pink and glistening with saliva as she held her mouth open to receive her facial.

"Give me your explosion, Subaru!" Emilia cried.

He fired long, gooey ropes onto her face, coating her features. A few strands landed on her tongue, but Emilia dutifully kept her mouth open, accepting everything he had to give her. Her eyes were closed, to keep semen from hitting her in her eyes, so Subaru didn't feel bad at all when he fired a shot over those beautiful eyelashes. 

Emilia's face was calm and blissful as she received the cum shower, even tilting her head upwards as if gratefully accepting the semen baptism, practically bathing in it. She cupped her hands underneath her chin so that none of it would drip away. 

By the time he was done, Emilia's face was coated in sticky white seed. Emilia experimentally smacked her lips, tasting the cum he'd fired into her mouth, before swallowing, and opening her mouth to show that it was gone. Subaru stared at her in disbelief. It wasn't even one of the conditions for clearing this level, but she did it anyway. This was why she was his favorite.

Even better, Emilia acted like she had no idea how much of a cumslut she looked like right now. Her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked away a strand of cum that covered her left eye, while the other was still glazed shut. She dipped her tongue down into her cupped hands, supping the semen that had dripped into them.

"What's next?" asked Emilia, licking her lips.

Subaru glanced back at the screen. A green checkmark appeared next to the level description, before it disappeared entirely, before being replaced with a new one. 

LEVEL 2: SEMEN SHAMPOO.

Whoever was in charge of this thing clearly just wanted to see Emilia getting bukkaked. Fine by him. 

Emilia found herself on her stomach, while Subaru sat on top of her back, jerking himself off with that silver hair he loved so much. It was silky and soft wrapped around his cock, and clearly well-maintained.

"You really like my hair that much, huh?" Emilia giggled. 

"Yeah," Subaru huffed. "But I think I need a little more. Could you…"

Without waiting for him to respond, Emilia flipped up her skirt, then shimmied down her panties. Subaru gratefully shifted himself lower, squishing his cock in-between her bare cheeks, rubbing himself on her pussy and asshole. 

His cock slid between the lips of her vulva, gliding over it. Her asscheeks were so full and soft that Subaru couldn't help but squeeze and roughly massage them in his hands, as if he were a baker kneading dough. He licked at the exposed nape of her neck, enjoying every shiver Emilia's body made on instinct, the touch of her burning hot vagina against his shaft. With how he was doing all the work, it was like he was playing with her limp and pliant body.

Right before he came, he pulled his cock up, stroking himself to completion. More ropes of cum flew through the air over her back, landing onto her silver hair. It took Subaru a moment to catch his breath, but when he did, he got off of Emilia, letting her stand up to comb the semen into her hair. 

It blended in well, and before long, it looked like her hair was just a bit shinier. Subaru couldn't wait to see what it would look like when it dried out, with the strands sticking together, lank and crusty. With the semen still on her face from earlier, Emilia looked like a proper cumslut, justaposing against her innocent looks.

The levels continued to pop up on the screen, one after another.

LEVEL 3: SEMEN DRINKING – SPECIAL CONDITION, ALL FOURS.

The room darkened temporarily, and when the lights turned back on, a doggy bowl was left in the center of the floor, along with a dog ears headband and a tail, connected to a butt plug, and a revealing pair of lingerie, not much more than a few black strings. The panties had a cutout for the butthole, while the bra didn't cover much more than the nipples.

"How did they even get this in here?" Subaru muttered, picking up the tail. Emilia picked up the dog ears, putting them on. 

"How do I look, Subaru?" 

"Angelic as always, Emilia-tan," Subaru responded automatically. She did look cute with the ears on. "On your hands and knees."

Emilia found herself naked, sans for a pair of dog ears and the butt plug inserted. She whimpered in embarassment, shaking her ass, and Subaru grunted as he fired his semen into the doggy bowl. At this rate, he'd be firing blanks soon, but with his favorite girl demeaned so thoroughly, there was no way that he couldn't fill the bowl to the rim. He wondered if being in this place had increased his stamina. 

"Beg," Subaru said simply.

"Arf! Arf!" Emilia barked, on her haunches, her hands cupped and held in front of herself like a puppy.

"On your back."

"Arf!" Emilia panted, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she fell onto her back, still holding that begging pose. Subaru climbed on top of her, slipping one hand into her panties while the other slipped under the bra, playing with a nipple between his fingers, his other hand fingering her clit. He forced his lips on top of her's, tasting her mouth. 

Her breath was hot and still tasted like dog food, but Subaru hardly noticed as he molested her. Their kiss broke apart, their lips still brushing together as they caught their breath, breathing each other's air. Subaru felt dizzy, and as soon as he had enough air, he dove down for more. Her tongue swirled against his, and he rubbed his cock against her bare belly.

Emilia, still playing the part of a dog, whined and panted into his mouth. He played with her body until she came, spraying his fingers and soaking her panties. Finally breaking the kiss, there was a strand of saliva hanging between them. Subaru shook his head, snapping it. He pulled out his fingers, putting them into Emilia's mouth. She licked them clean for him, gasping tiredly.

"Good girl," Subaru whispered, before getting off of her. "Go."

Emilia got back onto all fours, crawling to the bowl of semen, before dipping her neck down and lapping it up with her tongue.

Subaru watched, his expression blank as Emilia lapped up the semen in the bowl like a dog. She grimaced slightly after swallowing half of it, her stomach growling. Even disregarding the psychological impacts of being treated like a dog, the taste probably wasn't that good and it probably wasn't good for her stomach to swallow that much, even if she had no preconceptions on how demeaning this was. Her chin looked like a melted ice-cream cone by the time she was finished, dripping with cum. Before a day ago, this would've been a shocking sight, but now, it wasn't.

"Semen…" Emilia whispered, shivering in delight.

When had he gotten used to this sort of thing?

When Emilia finally lifted her head, Subaru bent over to inspect it, and it was as clean as before they started. The level was clear.

LEVEL 4: MILKING

Their positions were reversed this time. Subaru found himself on all fours, his cock pulled down between his legs as Emilia jerked him off. His cock was long enough that it took both of her hands, twisting and wringing his shaft like it was a used washcloth. Lube had appeared in the room, so it was a slick handjob, her smooth fingers running over every inch of his cock. Both hands were at play at any given moment, either massaging his balls or jerking him into her palm.

Occasionally, Emilia kissed the head, or ran her tongue over it, paying extra attention to his piss-slit, but Subaru didn't have much choice other than to look straight ahead, gritting his teeth as Emilia's hands, mouth, and lips satisfied him from behind. 

"Why aren't you cumming yet?" Emilia frowned. 

"I'm getting there. It's just… it takes a while for a guy to cum more than once," Subaru grunted.

"Hmm… what if I tried this?" asked Emilia. Without warning, Subaru felt her tongue pressing against his asshole, running up and down. Subaru let out a low moan as Emilia's wriggly tongue pushed into his puckered anus. His cock twitched shamefully until her hand, and his hips shook unconsciously. The thought of his innocent princess with her tongue deep in his ass drove him wild.

"Oh, I guess I found your weakness," said Emilia, pulling her mouth away.

"Come on, Emilia. It's… it's dirty back there," Subaru gasped. Emilia giggled. 

"You're blushing. I think you're embarrassed. So this is how it feels to be in charge."

Subaru felt a slick finger pressing against his anus. He looked back fearfully.

"Oh, please. Don't act like you didn't put something a lot thicker in mine," Emilia snorted. "Besides, it felt good when you did it to me. Maybe it'll help you cum?" 

"Fine," Subaru gritted out. He clenched his breath in his lungs as Emilia pushed a finger inside, then two. He gasped at the sensation of having something in his backdoor, feeling hyper-aware of everything going on down there as her fingers explored his insides.

Subaru was at her mercy. His asshole felt like it was burning as it clung to her fingers, stretched wide, more than he was comfortable with, but still nothing compared to what he did to Emilia or Priscilla. That complaint died on his lips as he felt Emilia curl her fingers inside of him, pressing them against his prostate.

Subaru came immediately, shamefully moaning like a girl as he fired his load onto the ground, semen splattering on the white tiles. Emilia's fingers stayed right there, pressing rhythmically against his prostate as he rode out the waves of unrelenting pleasure.

It was the strongest orgasm he'd experienced since coming here, which was saying a lot. His body felt drained, and it took every ounce of strength in his body not to simply collapse into the puddle of his own cum that had formed underneath him. His entire body was trembling. He could hear his own blood pounding in his ears. Emilia squeezed his shaft from the base all the way to the tip, milking out the last few spurts he had in him as Subaru tried to get a hold of himself.

Oh God. He just came from getting his asshole fingered, and it felt just as good as raping a girl, if not better. Did this mean he was gay? Subaru wondered if Felix had ever tried something like this, before shaking his head to clear away those thoughts. 

He didn't need to question his sexuality right now. Subaru knew that a prostate orgasm supposedly felt better than a normal one, and at that moment, he cursed whatever cruel God decided it would be best to put a pleasure button in a man's asshole. That just seemed like it was inviting trouble. 

Emilia pulled out her fingers, which caused him to moan weakly, spurting out one last shot of cum. She planted a smooch on his asshole, making Subaru shiver in delight. 

Walking around his naked body, Emilia crouched down to eye level with him, showing him as she put the fingers that had been up his ass into her mouth, sucking them clean. It should have disgusted him, but instead, it turned him on more than anything else. Emilia seemed to have no problems with putting things in her mouth that most would consider disgusting. 

"Did you like that, Master?" Emilia whispered.

…How many more levels were there? Subaru thought to himself.

LEVEL 5: FOOTJOB

God, this was so fucking humiliating, Subaru thought to himself. The room almost seemed to mock their lack of awareness by darkening the room only for a single chair to appear in the center of it when the lights turned back on. It seemed like magic the way that things would suddenly just appear in the room as if they'd always been there.

Emilia sat on the chair, having gotten dressed again, save for her thigh-high white boots, which lay discarded in the corner of the room. She'd kept her socks off as well, her bare feet toying with his cock as Subaru laid there on the floor, clenching his teeth. 

These levels were just fucking weird. 

"I hope my feet don't smell," Emilia commented as she gave him a footjob. "I usually have Frederica to give me a manicure every now and again, so they shouldn't be too bad."

"They're fine." Subaru hissed between his teeth. They stank a little of sweat but it only turned him on more. God, why was he so fucking depraved? Why was it that her feet felt so damn good? He thought he was better than this, but clearly, he wasn't. Her soft pink soles were sliding up and down his shaft, pulling on the foreskin.

Emilia's legs were smooth and hairless, and from where he was laying on the floor, they looked like they were miles long, the bare skin ending at her skirt. From where he was laying down, he could just barely make out the whites of her panties, and it was driving him crazy, especially as Emilia traced one of the veins that ran down his behemoth of a shaft with her toe.

It didn't make sense considering he'd seen her bare pussy plenty now, and fucked her more than once, but the way that the skirt hinted at what was underneath made him wild with desire. Her sole rubbed against the tip in circular motions, urging out a musky beat of pre-cum, making her foot all the slicker. His cock throbbed and twitched erratically at the unique sensations.

"This is kind of weird," said Emilia, a confused look on her face as she watched Subaru hump her feet, his legs straining and his chest heaving at the wonderful treatment her feet were inflicting on him. "It's pretty hard to do this."

Not as hard as him right now. He was fucking diamonds under the smooth and gentle ministrations of her feet. Emilia seemed like she was experimenting with all the best possible ways to get him off with her feet alone, not knowing what felt good to him, and God, it was working. It felt like she was worshipping his cock with her feet. He was practically pulsating between her soles.

"Oh my God!" Subaru gasped. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Do my feet feel good, Master?"

Those words pushed him over the edge. Her toes rubbed against the thickened crown of his cockhead, and Subaru thrust his hips up and came all over them, howling shamelessly as he did as semen spurted between her toes. Emilia gasped in surprise, jerking her feet back, but this only meant that there was nothing blocking his cock from firing up into the air, before coming down and painting her calves and thighs with a thick, sticky rain.

When Subaru was finished, he looked up to see Emilia wriggling her toes, strands of musky semen stretching between the digits as she grimaced. 

"It feels really weird," Emilia confessed. "It's all gooey."

"Is it… is it finally over?" asked Subaru. He could barely turn his head to the projection on the wall, before finally seeing words pop up in green.

BONUS GAME: CLEARED!

Subaru was practically stumbling out of the room after the two of them had taken their shower. Well, he did. Emilia said that she was fine, even with his semen still caking her face, her feet, and her hair. She even said that she liked the smell and the way it felt against her skin as she slid on her boots, trapping the cum nestled between her toes.

If Subaru still had anything left in the tank, he would have taken her then and there for saying something so provocative, but as it stood, he couldn't even get hard anymore. Emilia had thoroughly drained him, and he hadn't even fucked her holes. 

This had been a fucked bonus game. It was as if it were deliberately made to make him cum five whole times, more than he had in any of the other levels, and in such quick succession. Subaru had reached the limits of his hormonal teenage libido. 

"Subaru-sama, are you okay?" asked Frederica, lending him a shoulder as she guided him down to the floor.

"Yeah… just gotta… just gotta catch my breath."

"What happened in there?" Frederica looked concerned, and Subaru hated that it was because he couldn't keep up with the bonus game. It was so ridiculous he would have laughed if he weren't so exhausted. It wasn't like he'd been raped or anything. 

"I had to cum five times. It takes a lot out of a guy, you know?" 

Priscilla snorted at that, but Subaru couldn't even get angry at her. She came twenty times when he'd raped her, so he supposed she had a right to judge his lack of stamina. Granted, Priscilla had been practically fucked into a coma, but still. 

"So can we go into the bonus room now?" Emilia asked innocently, strolling out of the room with her hands behind her back as if she had no idea how she'd absolutely wrung him dry. Her face was still caked with his drippings all over her.

"Emilia-sama!" Frederica gasped, looking her over. "Y-You– there was a shower inside, right? Why didn't you use it?" 

"I'm fine, Frederica," said Emilia. "I kind of like it better this way. Wow, Subaru looks reaaaaally tired."

"I'm okay, Emilia," Subaru gasped. "Just a little winded is all."

"Well, I'll go ahead, then. I'm getting pretty hungry," said Emilia, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she skipped over to the room. The light above the door lit green, and slid open. Emilia stepped through, and then the door closed. So it seemed like it was true that it could tell who had been part of the bonus game and who was allowed into the room. 

"I should have realized how hard this must be on you, Subaru-sama," Frederica murmured. She guided Subaru's head to her side, letting him rest against her buxom frame. Frederica was soft and smelled nice, so Subaru wasn't about to protest. He closed his eyes, his cheek against the side of her breast. Normally, he'd be flustered or horny being this close to a woman, but as tired as he was, he felt nothing but relief at her comforting embrace.

"Me, really?" Subaru laughed weakly. "Nah, don't sweat it. Isn't it every man's dream to be in a situation like this?"

"Still, this game is physically demanding. And it can be split up between us women, but every time there's a game, you have to participate," said Frederica. "Not to mention what a toll it must be taking on you mentally." 

"Well, I'm pretty much shooting blanks now," Subaru said bluntly. Frederica blushed, turning away from him. "And… yeah. I don't know how I'll be able to rejoin regular society again after this. The things that I've done here… they can never be undone. I'll remember them, always."

Even if he used Return by Death to undo the things that had happened here, there was no way he'd forget what he'd done. The guilt of making Emilia cry, the suffering he'd inflicted upon Crusch and Priscilla, he'd remember it, forever. Just as the feeling of Emilia so lovingly clinging to his body when he was fucking her was seared into his memory. 

Or the way that Crusch's pussy felt when he tore through her hymen. 

Or the welts that littered Priscilla's ass that were likely the reason she had to stand instead of leaning against the wall right now. 

They were all a part of this experience, and even if he died, even after death, he would remember them. The only way to ensure that their sacrifices, made willingly or unwillingly, were honored, was to make it out of this place. He'd have to rape someone two more times after this. Two more doors, Subaru realized, glancing at the window pane that revealed that three doors had been opened. Two more doors until they were free.

"How do you think Emilia is doing?" asked Frederica.

"I think she's pretty chipper. Honestly, it's kind of unnerving how well she's adapting to all of this," Subaru admitted.

"Maybe that's what she seems like on the outside. But I wonder if the stress isn't getting to her as well," Frederica mused. 

"And you, Frederica?" asked Subaru. "How are you doing?"

Frederica hesitated before answering. "I feel a bit useless in this situation. There's nothing I can do to help improve our circumstances. Nor have I bore any of these burdens the same way that everyone else has. To be honest, as a maid, I feel like it's wrong of me to watch as ladies of a higher station than myself are forced to endure such hardship."

"You said that you'd be okay with me picking you, right?" Subaru reminded her. Frederica simply gave him a small nod in response, her silence sitting heavily upon them.

"...I don't think I'll need to pick you, Frederica. But I appreciate the sentiment," Subaru acknowledged. Frederica's only response was to clench her fists into her apron, the fabric twisting between her fingers. She wouldn't meet his gaze, and her cheeks were flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

"Don't think that seeing all this happen hasn't had an effect on me, Subaru-sama," Frederica whispered. Subaru was too dehydrated after cumming so many times that the meaning of her words didn't register in his brain. "You should go join Emilia-sama now."

"Yeah. Thank you, for being a shoulder to lean on, Frederica," said Subaru, pushing himself to his feet. "I know I probably seemed like a monster to you earlier, and that it isn't easy to feel bad for a guy like me."

"You won't deny it, though?" asked Frederica. Subaru shrugged.

"Better that I admit that I'm a monster than live in denial of it. I blame this place, certainly. Have you ever heard of something called the Stanford Prison Experiment?" 

"No," said Frederica, looking confused. Of course she hadn't, Stanford didn't even exist here.

"Essentially, you take a group of random people and make half of them pretend to be guards and the other half prisoners. After a while, the prisoners start to act like real prisoners and the guards start to act like real guards, and then the guards start being more violent and brutal to the prisoners even though they were both just groups of random people," Subaru explained. 

"So you think that's why this place has turned you into a monster?" asked Frederica.

"All men have a monster somewhere deep inside their hearts. It's just that this place gave me an excuse to let it out. I won't deny that it was my weak will that made me give in, though. You ladies are just too beautiful for me to control myself," Subaru confessed. Frederica blushed at the complement.

"I can't pass judgement onto you, Natsuki Subaru-sama. You've been given a corrosive burden incomparable to any other, bar none. How can I judge a man forced to take up such a position, given that I owe a debt of gratitude to you for having saved myself, my brother, and the entirety of the Sanctuary?" asked Frederica.

Subaru took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Thank you, Frederica. It means a lot to hear you say that. Honestly, I thought you hated me for what I did to Emilia."

"I did, for a while," Frederica confessed. "But that was only out of concern for Emilia. Now, I'm more concerned about you, to be frank."

"I'll be fine," Subaru shrugged. "My job is just to sleep with you beautiful ladies. I think I'll be alright."

With that, Subaru headed into the bonus room. The door opened, allowing him to step through, before sealing shut behind him. 

"What was the hold-up, Subaru?" Emilia chastised. "Nevermind, just come with me!"

Subaru was dragged by the hand to a dining room, upon which was a table full of delicious food. Steak, salad, roast turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, just to name a few. It was a western-style dinner, and looked filling to match. His stomach growled, reminding him that all he'd had to eat since getting here was some dog food and a bit of bread. He was also dehydrated as hell, and there was a nice, tall decanter of water with ice cubes floating in it.

So stunned by the spread was he that Subaru didn't notice that Emilia had tugged down his pants, pulling out his soft cock. Pushing him back down into the chair, Emilia began to jerk it, trying to get it hard again, holding the tip to an empty ceramic bowl.

"Emilia!" Subaru gasped, getting hard despite not wanting to. "I-I'm tired! Please, let me rest!"

"The food isn't salty enough," Emilia complained. "I just need you to cum into this bowl so I have something to dip my food into." 

"I-I thought it didn't taste good," Subaru groaned. Her hand was flying over his shaft, her fingers soft and dexterous, but he was still sensitive. It was almost painful to be jacked off so quickly. Emilia seemed impatient.

"I mean, too much of it on it's own isn't great," Emilia admitted. "But this dish reaaaaally needs a sauce, and it's fine in smaller amounts. If you can just fill this bowl, it'll be enough."

"I can't!" Subaru whined. "I'm so drained, I can't even get hard right now! Just let me rest!"

"Then the food will get cold," Emilia replied. "Fine, maybe this will do the trick?"

"What will do the tri– nnngggah!" Subaru gasped, his hands flying onto Emilia's head for leverage. Warm lips and an even warmer mouth sealed over the tip, swallowing him in a wonderful abyss. 

"God, Emilia!" Subaru panted, clinging to her head for support. "Why do you have to be such a slut?"

Emilia mumbled something into his crotch in response, but it was muffled by the cock in her mouth. She sucked with gusto, pumping his shaft with her hands and licking his glans with her tongue. Subaru felt himself unwillingly growing hard in her mouth. He tried pushing her off of him, but Emilia sucked harder than a teenager milking the last hit out of their juul. 

Subaru tried closing his legs, but Emilia responded to that by grabbing a hold of his thighs, pulling them apart and using them as leverage to plunge herself deeper onto his shaft, her shoulders squeezing forward, her silver hair spilling across his lap. 

She wasn't quiet about it either, making loud, sloppy noises as her head bobbed. Without any warning, Emilia swallowed him down her throat like it was nothing, her lips wrapping around the base before pulling all the way up to the head, swirling her tongue there, before plunging back down. 

"Ah!" Subaru gasped, his body shaking violently.

His cock pushed through the barrier to her throat like it was second nature for her to suck cocks. Her hand went down to play with his balls, as if urging the production of semen, her thumb gently rubbing circles into his scrotum. 

Subaru's head flew back and he let out a ragged moan. "I-I'm close." 

Emilia drew her head back, letting his cock slip free with an audible pop. That sudden feeling of her throat and lips gliding along his shaft as she pulled him out was replaced with her hand jerking off his shaft, now slick with saliva. Emilia laughed softly, planting a kiss onto the head of his cock, as if kissing a lover. It unwillingly brought him over the edge for the sixth time today. 

The first spurt shot out, hitting her square in the chin, but Emilia managed to quickly aim the head of his cock into the bowl. Subaru groaned as he fired shot after shot into the bowl, splashing against the rim and dribbling down the edge. Each pulsating cumshot hurt his shaft, his glans aching. 

Still, he managed to fill the bowl halfway, and Emilia had the gall to look disappointed that there wasn't more. She glanced at his cock, as if assessing whether or not she could make him go again, but it was already deflating. Subaru slumped into his chair, his chest heaving as he recovered from Emilia's blowjob.

While Subaru was catching his breath, Emilia skipped over to her chair, stabbing a piece of steak with a fork and dipping it into the bowl of cum. Pulling it out, Emilia bit into the steak enthusiastically, her eyes closing in bliss as she tasted it.

"Mmmph! So good!" Emilia squealed.

"Glad you like it so much," Subaru gasped sarcastically, picking up his knife and fork and cutting into the steak that was already on his plate. His stomach grumbled, and despite how tired he was, he dug into his meal. It tasted good, but it hardly held his attention like the way that Emilia poured some of his baby batter onto her mashed potatoes, mixing it up and eating it. Or how she drizzled it over her salad like it was a ranch dressing.

Once they were finished with their food, Subaru crawled into the bed. He had enough energy to take off his jacket, pants and shoes, but not enough to fend off Emilia as she curled up by his side, her body naked, pressing her bare breasts against his skin, her smooth legs intertwining with his. Her breath stank of semen. His semen. She rubbed her pussy against his leg, and Subaru wondered who had replaced his angelically pure Emilia with this wanton cumslut, this semen-loving, cum-soaked whore. 

It was him. He was the one that did this to her. Subaru turned away from her, which led to her breasts pressing against his back. Her hand wandered down into his boxers, playing with his soft cock, stroking a thumb over the head. Subaru gritted his teeth. Emilia was insatiable. When she was tired of that, her hand wandered upwards, running over his abs, his chest.

Eventually, Subaru got used to it, and fell asleep that night in Emilia's embrace. For some reason, despite this bed being so much more comfortable than the prison bed outside, it was harder to fall asleep this time.

Subaru woke up to the feeling of a warm, wet embrace hugging his lower regions. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes blearily, Subaru's eyes adjusted to the dark to see a lump under the sheets, humping away at him.

 It felt like barely an inch of his cock was exposed to the air at a time before Emilia slammed back down onto him, grinding into his lap like a stripper low on cash. He could feel her forehead pressed into his chest, her breath against his skin as she panted under the covers. It felt dreadfully hot and sweaty, made only worse when Emilia came, her juices flowing around his shaft as the folds of her pussy clung to him. 

He didn't like this. Being used like a meat dildo in his sleep? That wasn't the Natsuki Subaru way.

Subaru gripped the corner of the sheet, tossing them off of their bodies. Emilia's amethyst eyes shone widely in the darkness, staring up at him in surprise. Even in the darkness, he could see her cheeks flushed warm and red. The sheer audacity of this whore, using him him his sleep like this. Subaru was getting pissed off.

"Well?" Subaru demanded. "Don't let me interrupt you."

Emilia responded by rocking her hips on his cock again, clinging to his shoulders as she rode him. Subaru reached down, grabbing two handfuls of her asscheeks, pulling them down and thrusting up at the same time. Emilia squealed as Subaru set a punishing pace for them, their skin clapping loudly in the room. As Subaru let go, Emilia continued to move her hips as if in a trance, bucking like a bronco. Her little gasps and mewls were turning him on.

Her head dipped down, suckling on one of Subaru's nipples. Subaru's response was to deliver a sharp spank to her ass, causing her to tighten up around him. Emilia squeaked around his nipple.

"Keep going," ordered Subaru. Emilia continued to slam her hips down on him, all while sucking his nipple like she was a child. Even if Emilia was on top, Subaru was in charge now, and with each time her hips smacked against his, he delivered another sharp spank to her ass. His eyes were fully adjusted, and he could now see tears welling up in Emilia's eyes. Whether it was the pain of getting spanked like a naughty child or the humiliation of being caught pleasuring herself with his body, Subaru didn't know or care.

Pulling her body down to his, Subaru flipped them over, and now he was on top. Screwing his cock into her depths, Emilia clung to his chest, her lips sucking on his nipple for dear life while he pounded her sexy ass into the mattress, taking his anger out on her.

Why was Emilia so damn needy all of a sudden? Why was she the kind of girl that got off to her man sleeping with other women? Subaru thought about how humiliating it was to cum all over her feet, to get his ass tongue-fucked and fingered from behind, how she acted like she didn't know what kind of effect it had on him, and it drove him to fuck her harder. But all good things needed to come to an end.

"God, I'm cumming! Take it all, you whore!" Subaru cried out, burying himself into Emilia's body as far in as he could. After having gotten a few hours without getting drained, he had plenty in the tank to pump into her womb. His urethra felt like it was on fire as he filled her up. Emilia squirmed and cried out in pleasure, cumming around his shaft yet again, squeezing him and milking out every last drop of cum he had to give.

Pulling out of her, Subaru felt incredibly sensitive. His dick flopped out, going soft as semen pooled out of Emilia's gaping cunt. She spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, her eyes wide with marvel as his baby batter left her body. 

If they kept doing this bareback, Emilia would end up pregnant at this rate. He hadn't thought about the risks but the odds were going to be against them sooner or later, and as horrible as it was to admit, the idea of a hormonal Emilia and wailing babies made him tired just thinking about it.

Glancing at the bedstand, Subaru noticed that a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and strangely enough, a Gatorade was sitting there. How considerate. Subaru cracked open the Gatorade, wondering why the hell an American electrolyte drink was here while savoring the flavor of artificial fruit punch. With a curious itch, he reached for the carton of cigarettes and opened the lid to see that there was a full pack nestled inside. 

He wasn't a delinquent in his past life, but he knew that a smoke supposedly felt good after sex, and pondered the idea of lighting one up just to see how it would feel. Maybe it would even help him relax, although that was a long shot, and he wanted to try it more out of curiosity than anything else. 

Figuring that it wasn't the least harmful thing he'd ever experienced, Subaru pulled out one of the cigarettes, sticking it between his lips and flicking the lighter until it lit. It took a few tries, it seemed like it was almost out of juice. 

He took a few puffs to get the cigarette to catch, filling his mouth with acrid smoke. He coughed slightly as he breathed it in, but after a few inhales, it was getting smoother. He felt lightheaded and woozy, his body having never experienced nicotine before, but surprisingly enough, it felt good. It was scarily smooth after the first few hits as well.

"Can I have one of those?" Emilia asked. Subaru's immediate reaction was to say no, that his perception of her as a perfect angel would be shattered if he saw her smoking, but then he realized how wildly hypocritical that was.

Fuck it. Smoking a dart wouldn't kill her. Besides, with only one pack of smokes here, the chances of either of them picking up an addiction was low.

Wordlessly, Subaru pulled out a dart, holding it out for Emilia. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his fingers as she took the butt into her mouth.

"Lighter's almost out," said Subaru, the cigarette dangling from his lips. He tried flicking it a few times, but it wouldn't light.

"That's fine. You have the one in your mouth, right?" asked Emilia. Glancing down in front of his face, Subaru realized that he did in fact have an ember at the end of his cigarette. Emilia was still laying limply on the bed, so Subaru climbed over her, bending down until the tip of her cigarette nearly met his. 

"You'll have to inhale," Subaru whispered.

"I know," Emilia replied. Pressing the tip of his cigarette to hers, Subaru inhaled, as did Emilia, and the ember at the end of Subaru's gradually spread to Emilia's. Despite being so close to her face, Subaru couldn't meet her eyes, half-lidded with how tired they both were after an enthusiastic romp. Strangely, this cigarette kiss felt more intimate than fucking did. Not quite as intimate as getting his ass eaten out, but… close.

As Emilia's cancer stick ignited, Subaru shifted uneasily, rolling onto his side. The dim glow of their cigarettes illuminated the room, casting eerie shadows on the ceiling. They smoked in silence, the only sound the soft crackle of burning tobacco. Subaru could see why this was addicting. For once in his life, he felt like he was at peace, even though he was anything but. Sweaty, naked, trapped in a nightmarish game like this, this was anything but peace.

Still, it felt like a microcosm of what his life had been like since arriving in this world. Trial after trial punctuated with brief periods of well-earned rest. Maybe someday this would finally end.

"This is probably bad for the baby," Emilia's whispered words shattered the silence. Glancing over to her, his image of an innocent angel was truly broken watching her let out a puff of cigarette smoke.

"Baby?" Subaru's concern was fleeting, overshadowed by the intoxicating buzz. "How do you know you're pregnant?"

Emilia's giggle was like a discordant melody. "Dummy. With all that sticky stuff you've put inside of me, it should be obvious, right?" Her hand rested gently over her stomach, right above where her womb was. The gesture sent a shiver down Subaru's spine. "I can just feel it."

Subaru didn't want to doubt her, but this wasn't the first time Emilia thought she was pregnant when she wasn't, so he wasn't terribly alarmed. Still, he wasn't going to piss her off by telling her that. 

Women smelled good; they were soft and it felt nice just being near them, but goddammit, Subaru was quickly realizing what a fucking pain in the ass they were, coming up with this bullshit. Fucking pregnant his left nut, there was no way that she could tell until she was showing. "You're right," Subaru said softly. "It's not good for the baby."

"Just one should be oh-kay, then, right?" asked Emilia. God, they would be terrible fucking parents.

"Domestically beats the fuck out of me, I don't know," Subaru responded flippantly. "I might need another cigarette."

Emilia lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Do-mestic-ally?" she asked, confused.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," said Subaru, ruffling her hair lightly before taking another puff of his cigarette. Her hair felt dry and clumped together, likely due to how she used his cum as shampoo earlier, sticking to his hand until he shook it away. "Wish there was more Gatorade."

"That's what that was?" asked Emilia. "I couldn't read the label."

"Yeah, that's because it was in English," Subaru replied. "I've only ever had one before, and it was before I arrived in Lugunica."

"Is that a different language than Japanese?" Emilia questioned.

"Yeah. It's a different language," Subaru responded. For some reason, Subaru was hit with the feeling of being an irresponsible teenager having sex with his girlfriend as many times as he could fit into spring break. That was the sort of vibe they were sharing right now. Even now, they were just resting to go at it again later.

The two of them polished off another cigarette each, lighting them with the embers of their last ones, before Subaru started to feel sick and put out the stub into the nightstand. Emilia's joined his soon after, plunging the room back into darkness.

"You gotta take a shower after this," Subaru said bluntly.

"Aww… do I?" Emilia whined. She reeked like his wadded up tissue paper. It was like she didn't realize that she smelled like the underside of a teenage boy's bed. His bed, back when he lived in Japan. As much of a turn-on as it was, it smelled bad.

"You reek!"

"Meanie." Emilia huffed.