Alright, let's change the subject.
"Abigail, what were you doing in the demi-human city?"
Abigail's shoulders jerked at my sudden question.
"Well… um…"
She softened her tone slightly as she replied.
Her story was that she had been working as a scientist, analyzing the aliens' technology and magic. It wasn't far off from what I'd heard, but I couldn't tell if it was an improvised tale or a cover story for her spy work.
In truth, Abigail had easily analyzed the control terminal. As an Earthspin, it seemed clear she'd been involved in such activities.
Either way, she's a smooth talker. Lydia listened with interest to Abigail's tales of analyzing alien tools, and I remained silent, engrossed in her words.
"Hmm… Abigail, you're pretty amazing."
Lydia's straightforward. She probably can't lie.
At her compliment, Abigail smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder.
"So, Jévodan, why did you come to talk to me today?"
In response to Abigail's question, I explained that talking had become my new hobby.
It all started when I was asked to look after a girl named Ferris. I grew interested in her and begged to talk to her, which led me to Lydia.
I also mentioned how I'd been helping Lydia with her romantic pursuits, acting as a go-between for her and Ferris (?), and how I'd recently assisted in a pseudo-threesome situation, sharing every detail without holding back.
Lydia wasn't fazed by the story. She nodded along, recalling, "Oh, that time? This happened, that happened." From double blowjob lessons to my thigh-rubbing technique, she even chimed in enthusiastically, using explicit terms.
"Jévodan, you've been up to a lot, huh?"
Finally, Abigail sighed, narrowing her eyes at me. Had I said too much?
"That's why I wanted to talk to you too. You're important to me."
It was flattery, but Abigail's lips curved into a small smile.
Most of the report was done. I'd also achieved my simple goal of talking to Abigail through our mental connection. It felt a bit guilty, though, as it seemed like I'd deceived Lydia in the process.
"Actually… I wanted to talk to Abigail too!"
As silence fell, Lydia leaned in, breaking the quiet.
"I wanted to know… what it feels like when Jévodan holds you. When he thrusts inside you, you sound like a horny cat in heat, meowing wildly. Is it really that good? Hmm?"
Lydia grinned, leaning closer.
Abigail glared at her irritably, but she knew Lydia was her superior. She didn't dare retort.
"I like it when Jévodan holds me gently. I hate it when he's rough like before."
Oops, that wasn't a reply to Lydia—it was a complaint to me.
Can't help it. I have to act like Butcher when I'm being watched.
"Hmm, so he's gentle with you… Abigail, you're Jévodan's special one, huh? No wonder you're important!"
Lydia gripped Abigail's hand tightly.
"But… what I want to know is if it felt good. What's it like? When Jévodan's thick penis thrusts inside you, even a smart, beautiful woman like you becomes just a bitch in heat, right? You were moaning with your hips grinding helplessly. Well, I guess it's because you're a demi-human? Can't resist carnal desires, huh?"
Lydia pressed on relentlessly. I saw Abigail clench her back teeth tightly.
"It feels good… After it's over, I dream about it for days and get wet just thinking about it."
"Oh? Tell me more."
At Lydia's provocative tone, Abigail took a slow, deep breath.
"When Jévodan's… penis reaches deep inside… it's like—"
She tried hard. Explicit language isn't her forte.
As she spoke, Abigail pressed her throat.
"It feels like it's piercing through my throat, so thick it blocks everything, making it hard to breathe. My jaw naturally lifts.
"With each thrust, that sensation rises to my brain, making my head feel like it's burning. I can't help but scream loudly. If I don't, I'd lose it."
"Wow… And then?"
"As I struggle to breathe, my whole body starts tingling, boiling over. At that point, no matter what Jévodan does, it feels amazing. Especially when he abuses my breasts—all my organs tighten, and I can't stay still."
"Your whole body becomes a sensitive erogenous zone…"
Lydia swallowed hard.
"And then—"
Abigail looked down, her lips twitching.
"When he cums inside me… everything goes white, and electricity shoots from my stomach to my fingertips."
"Uh-huh."
Lydia and I nodded.
This is dangerous. Abigail's explicit descriptions are hitting my weak spot…
"Every time he ejaculates deep inside, that lightning strikes, so I can't move until Jévodan finishes. It's like my soul is bound and restrained. Honestly, I'm not sure, but I think I orgasm every time he cums."
"Continuous orgasms from the ejaculation stimulation…"
"He keeps going for about twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes?!"
That's an exaggeration. I think it's more like five minutes.
"Yes, my stomach swells… And then, with my body still sensitive, he starts thrusting again immediately."
"Without pulling out…?"
"He doesn't pull out or let me rest. Even if I beg him to wait or stop, he doesn't listen. No matter how much I cry or scream, it's useless. And the next time, it's even deeper."
"Deeper…?"
A drop of sweat trickled down Lydia's face.
"So deep… it presses against my clit perfectly."
"But… Jévodan's penis is so long…?"
Abigail nodded silently.
"I can feel it pressing against the back of my navel. And then, with my stomach swollen from his semen, he keeps stirring me roughly. You've never experienced that, have you?"
Lydia covered her mouth, gasping, her gaze fixed on Abigail's lower abdomen.
"From there… it's not just sex anymore. It's like a rollercoaster between heaven and hell. But as I'm forced to orgasm endlessly… the floating sensation when I climax grows stronger. My body keeps rising, rising. Then, when Jévodan pulls my hips tightly at the right moment—"
"And then…?"
Lydia leaned in as Abigail whispered.
"BOOM!"
"?!"
Lydia flinched at Abigail's sudden shout, her finger pointing dramatically.
Even I jumped a little, listening intently.
"It's like something vibrant invades my core, a vivid pressure. My blood drains from my head, and I feel like I'm falling from the sky to the earth. In that endless freefall, my whole body shatters into pieces with pleasure. Anyone would pass out."
"That much…?"
"The real amazement starts here."
"There's more?!"
Lydia, who'd been relaxing, leaned forward eagerly.
"When I wake up, the position has changed, and he's thrusting again. The moment I realize it, electricity shoots through my body, and I can't help but scream."
"The position… so…"
"Even while I'm unconscious, Jévodan keeps violating me."
"How long… does it go on…?"
"It never ends."
"I-t n-e-v-e-r e-n-d-s."
Lydia groaned in shock.
"At first, it's painful and scary, and I wish it would end before I die… But eventually, I don't want it to stop. I want this moment to last forever. I'd be happy to die like this. It feels like I've lived just to bear Jévodan's child. Strangely, that thought makes me happy. Women violated by Jévodan end up crying, their tears, snot, and drool spilling everywhere, but it's not because they want it to stop. They're crying because they're happy."
"Happy… such… amazing…"
"Is it like feeling chosen?"
Abigail sniffed, continuing.
"That's how everyone ends up bowing to Jévodan, begging with their whole being. More, more, they plead. Everyone starts tempting him, craving his… penis."
Abigail's terrifyingly serious story ended.
Lydia, who'd been listening intently, trembled her lips and murmured, "In the end, it's surrender-to-the-penis begging sex…"
The part about happy tears and begging feels made up. Lydia's reaction was too good, and Abigail got carried away.
Facing Lydia, who looked dazed like she'd just watched a horror movie, Abigail smirked.
"But… with your blue body, you're not ready yet. To handle Jévodan's amazing… sex head-on, you'd need to be a more mature adult woman."
Lydia's eyes twitched, her expression fading.
"Hmm… You know I'm from the Lilith clan, right?"
Abigail shrugged.
"I don't know, but I can tell."
Their eyes locked, sparks flying.
"…Being pressed against a mirror, legs spread wide, making an orgasmic face, moaning vulgarly like 'Nnghaa♡,' and peeing yourself like a slut."
"You can say that because you've never experienced Jévodan. Someone like you would just cry and scream pathetically, begging him to stop."
The air between them crackled with tension.
What's going on? What are they fighting about? I don't get it. I grew up around men, so this female pride thing is unfamiliar.
"Jévodan, I'm interested in this demi-human. Can you lend her to me for a bit? Please!"
Lydia winked, pleading with her hands clasped.
Uh-oh. I can't refuse strongly, and Abigail can't refuse at all.
I've declared her as mine, so I don't think she'll do anything rough, but if she uses drugs… Soft torture with truth serum is possible. And if she's a telepath, who knows what she'll do. If she mind-breaks her, it'll be disastrous.
Abigail looked worried, biting her lip.
"I just want to prove who's better. It's okay, right?"
…Is that all? A 69 showdown? If it's just lesbian training, I guess it's fine.
I glanced at Abigail, who shook her head vigorously. Figured.
Hmm…
"Only if I'm watching."
"Of course! Thanks, Jévodan!"
Lydia hugged me enthusiastically.
Ouch, ouch, ouch…
Abigail's glare is painful…