Renji took a sharp breath and surged forward, burying himself completely within Himeno. Every inch of him disappeared into her depths, the head breaking past her innermost gate in a single, devastating plunge. Not a sliver remained exposed.
The force of it made Himeno's lower abdomen bulge faintly with the shape of him.
The sensation was too extreme, too violent, shattering through the last defenses of her mind and jolting her back to agonizing consciousness. Her first instinct was to clamp her thighs around his waist, her legs locking over his shoulders. Then her body convulsed.
A hot rush gushed from her in pulsing waves, splashing over Renji's thighs, leaving them glistening and slick. In his mind, the system's chime echoed—Heavenly Experience for Himeno—again and again.
Tears welled in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, but it was useless. The raw, overwhelming feeling tore a ragged scream from her throat.
"Ugh—ahhhhhhh! I'm dying! Renji, I'm dying! I'm really dying!"
"Stop! Don't! Let me down! Hah… hah… No—! I can't take it! I can't anymore! Renji!!"
Gone was all her usual composure, her older-sister poise. Stripped away, leaving only primal, naked need. She wailed, loud and shameless, her body clinging to him like an octopus.
Renji's hands found the full curves of her rear, gripping tight, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. He squeezed, watching the ripples form, then heaved her upward.
A wet, sucking sound whispered between them as he drew nearly all the way out—that terrifying, fleshy bridge reappearing—before he released his hold.
Gravity did the rest.
Her body dropped, slamming back onto him with a sharp, wet smack. The bridge vanished, replaced by the deep, full sensation of him plunging back to the hilt, filling her up once more.
Himeno's eyes rolled back. Spittle flew from her lips. Her vision dimmed, and consciousness fled again as her head lolled forward.
She had fainted.
Renji supported her limp waist with one hand, easing her back just enough. He pushed up her shirt, exposing her lower abdomen. Just below the surface, a distinct bulge marked where he filled her. The outline of him was faintly visible against her skin.
He reached down and pressed gently against that bulge, through her abdomen, tracing the shape of the head within.
Another hot, pulsing rush answered his touch.
Himeno jolted back awake, a trickle of blood escaping her nose. She felt utterly, completely broken.
"Ugh—mm..mm..mmi! I'm dying! What is—what is this?! So hard! It's stretching me… it hurts… but… ahhhhhhh!"
Her tongue lolled helplessly. Her upper body trembled uncontrollably against him. The pleasure was a second tsunami, overwhelming her mind completely, short-circuiting all thought.
She began to babble, words slurring into incoherent, desperate sounds, utterly lost to the sensation.
Renji awoke to the rhythmic, muffled sounds of a television from the apartment next door. It was still dark. He lay still for a moment, listening to the faint, tinny laugh track and the even breathing of Himeno beside him. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed a soft, persistent red: 4:17 AM. Sleep, once it left him, was a reluctant visitor, rarely returning twice in the same night.
He carefully extricated himself from the sheets, the warmth of the bed clinging to his skin before giving way to the apartment's cool, still air. Moving quietly, he made way to the small kitchen. The click of the kettle was a deafening sound in the silence. He leaned against the counter, waiting, his gaze drifting through the dimness to the sleeping form in the other room. The memory of the previous night, vivid and disorienting, flooded back—not as a dream, but as a tangible echo in his muscles and mind.
"Hoo… hoo hoo My head… My head can't think of anything Ah ha… So comfortable… My womb has been penetrated… What… Is this heaven… My womb~ I'm going to die, I'm going to die…"
"Dead… Better to be dead than to scream like this… Ah hoo hoo~" Himeno's voice was a breathy, broken stream of consciousness. "Renji… I… I like you so much… I really love you! Where are you? I… I can't see you… Hmm?!"
"I'm right in front of you, Himeno."
Renji smiled, helping her back up before leaning in. He aimed for her mouth, first sucking on her extended tongue, then their lips met in a seamless kiss. He began to transfer his saliva into her mouth, pushing his tongue deep into her throat, compelling her to swallow every drop.
"Hmm… mm… Ren… Renji… I… I love you so much…"
Himeno had completely lost control. Every thought in her heart spilled from her lips. As their noses rubbed together, they twisted and sucked, two tongues actively entwining. In the brief gasps between them, one could glimpse the slick, glistening connection of their mouths.
Midway through the feverish kiss, Renji continued to feed her his saliva, and Himeno swallowed obediently, her throat working up and down. Eventually, she regained enough control to reciprocate, transferring her own saliva back into his mouth for him to swallow.
They kissed for a long time, until Renji was nearly breathless, only then did Himeno reluctantly let him go. Both panted heavily, looking at each other with hazy, clouded eyes.
"Now… now… hoo~ It's not over yet, Himeno," Renji breathed. "This is only the second time I've gone this deep. I'm just about to start moving. Let me tell you a secret: back in my own world, they called me a pile driver. With my strength and speed, when I really get going, there are afterimages."
As he spoke, his hands grasped the full curves of Himeno's buttocks from behind.
"Eh…?! Wait…!"
He squeezed hard, then suddenly pulled her upwards. As her soft body lifted, the thick, terrifying length buried deep within her was pulled out, eliciting an obscenely wet sound.
Zzzzzip!
"P-please, Renji! Let me… let me prepare…! I beg you! I haven't…"
He let go. Himeno's body slammed back down with a heavy thwack!, sheathing him completely once more, plunging deep into her core.
Pop…~
Her back arched, a soft pop sounding from their joined bodies. Her plump buttocks morphed into various shapes under his large hands, gripped tightly, lifted high, and then lowered, using her own weight to impale herself over and over.
The thick, monstrous flesh disappeared and reappeared between her curves with a speed that indeed began to blur into afterimages, each entry sending ripples through her soft flesh.
"Hmm… zizi mm smack~"
Amid the relentless rhythm, Himeno experienced a heavenly, indescribable bliss. She was pistoned until her eyes glazed over, dim and unfocused, on the verge of unconsciousness, only to be slammed back into wakefulness by another deep thrust, howling incessantly. She had long lost control of her expressions, her face a mask of exaggerated, breathless ecstasy.
She made incomprehensible sounds, completely immersed—in the collision of their bodies, in the continuous, driving rhythm, in the pleasure of being stretched and filled, and in the profound penetration of her deepest self.
So full… So hot… But… So good… I'm going to die… I'm going crazy… Going crazy from this…
Her mind, after about half an hour, reached its limit. She was dazed, thoughtless, operating on pure instinct.
Plop!
Plop!
...
Her beautiful buttocks were kneaded and held, covered in a chaotic lattice of red fingerprints. Her entire body was manipulated up and down, wave after wave of pleasure scattering the last fragments of her rationality.
Finally, Renji let out a low growl, gripping her buttocks tightly and lifting her high. With a wet zizi… sound, he pulled out completely. Bending backward, the pulsating, fully engorged flesh gathered tension.
As Himeno's body began to fall, he thrust upward with all his strength.
Amid her ragged cry, her previously flat, snow-white lower abdomen bulged unmistakably from the inside. In the next second, a torrential flood of white release gushed forth, over 460 milliliters, distending her womb, filling it round and full.
[Ding~ Detected Himeno's heavenly emotions, system rewards 50 points!]
[Ding~ Detected Himeno's heavenly emotions, system rewards 50 points!]
...
The kettle whistled sharply, jerking Renji back to the present. He switched it off, the silence that followed feeling heavier than before. He poured the hot water, the steam rising to fog the dark window, obscuring his own reflection. The points tally echoed in a cold, digital corner of his mind, a stark counterpoint to the heated, human memory. He took a slow sip, the tea bitter on his tongue, and waited for dawn.