[WARNING: Before you read this chapter, let's make it clear that Nach is a Trash MC who doesn't discriminate—or label girls as "used goods" just because they have experience. If you don't like Miku or Smut, you can skip this chapter.]
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"This will hurt a bit, Miku."
"Ahh~!"
The pain surged through her entire body as Nach wrapped her sprained right ankle in bandages, making Miku moan. Yet to Nach, Miku's voice sounded almost erotic, just like the sight of her lying on the bed in a complete mess—her clothes stained with dirt, her face painted with tears and blood.
After finishing the bandage, Nach strapped portable ice packs to each side of her sprained ankle before proceeding to wipe her down with a towel. Still, Miku kept looking at him with fear and despair in her eyes;
Fear that she would be abandoned and left alone again to die;
Desperation to have someone to rely on, at any cost, just to stay alive.
"Please don't leave me…" Miku murmured, forcing a seductive smile despite her terrified expression as she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her erotic bra and ample breasts. She then spread her legs and raised her skirt to reveal her string lace panties, continuing her desperate seduction.
"You can use me as much as you want, like a mere object to satisfy yourself. I'll become your loyal dog and do anything you ask for—so please don't leave me."
Seeing a girl begging so hopelessly, to the point of offering not only her body but herself, wasn't something Nach found pleasure in.
Compared to what Kyoko did during their intimacy at the school—offering herself so Nach would protect her and keep her safe—it was completely different from what Miku was doing right now. At least, that was how Nach saw it.
Kyoko offered everything to ease her fear, knowing Nach wanted to claim her as his lover.
Miku, however, was desperately ready to depend on anyone, and that wasn't the kind of character development Nach wanted for her.
Nach's usual logic of calming a panicking girl with a kiss wouldn't work in Miku's current condition. She would only respond with fake lust, desperately trying to prove her worth through intimacy, and someone like Miku probably wouldn't respond to affection alone—or so Nach thought.
Therefore, Nach prepared to give both.
He moved from the edge of the bed to sit beside her, wiping her tears. Miku responded by grabbing his right arm with both hands and placing his hand on top of her right breast, prompting him to feel her.
Nach slipped his hand beneath her bra and fondled her soft, ample breast as Miku wanted, showing her that he was interested in her and putting her at ease.
"We could do it if that's what you want—and you don't have to beg for it," he said, making it clear he wouldn't treat her like a mere object or a loyal dog.
"I won't abandon you. I'll keep you safe."
"Sob~…"
Miku finally broke down, crying from the affection Nach gave her. She gave up on her desperate seduction and instead clung to his sympathy.
"I know that girl…" Miku murmured, referring to Saeko. "She's a good girl—a pure one… Sob… unlike me, who's dirty and already been used… Sob… But please don't leave me… I don't have anyone else."
So that's why she was conscious of Saeko, Nach thought, realizing that miku was comparing herself to her, believing that since he already had Saeko, he had no reason to keep her around.
Worse still, Miku calling herself dirty and used meant she had completely broken down.
She wouldn't survive an undead outbreak in that condition, Nach thought, deciding to restore her confidence.
"That won't do, Miku."
Nach's sudden remark painted complete despair across Miku's face—thinking he was just toying with her after what he had said earlier—until she heard what he said next.
"You're not dirty, nor are you used," Nach said as he stood up from the bed and removed his jacket and shirt.
"You're the one who marked those men. You're the one who used them to satisfy yourself." He continued as he removed his shoes, shorts, and finally his tight pants, completely exposing his muscular frame and massive erection—something that slowly overwhelmed Miku's fear and desperation with excitement and arousal.
"If you still think you're dirty, then I'll clean you myself."
Nach climbed onto the bed, straddling Miku with her legs spread apart. Her lace panties came undone as he pulled the strings, her entrance already soaked from the anticipation of taking something far bigger than anything she had experienced before.
"I'm going to make you feel what it truly means to be used—so you'll understand that you never were."
There was no need for restraint. Nach decided to go wild, giving Miku an intense intimacy meant to overwrite every memory in her mind and every sensation her body had experienced with other men.
He grabbed her by the waist, pinning her to the bed before thrusting his entire length inside her in a single motion—penetrating and spreading what she had called her used hole, pushing back her womb—in a way she had never felt before.
"AHH~!"
"You're moaning like a virgin experiencing her first time, Miku—both in intimacy and orgasm," Nach said, teasing and pleasing her at the same time.
Miku couldn't deny it.
The pain she felt upon penetration was far stronger than her first time, as if she were losing her virginity all over again—no, as if this was the moment she had truly lost it. Not to mention, it was the first genuine orgasm she had ever experienced.
Her body trembled with pleasure, overwhelming even the pain of penetration and the ache in her sprained ankle.
She felt a burning warmth deep in her womb, spreading through every vein in her body, driving her excitement and arousal even higher.
Miku wanted more—not to be protected or kept safe, but to be truly cleansed and used by Nach.
And Nach was already doing exactly that.
He pulled back only to thrust in again, pounding her relentlessly, scraping her walls, and cleaning every corner while being washed by her own love juice as her orgasms overlapped one after another, molding her insides to the shape of his massive length—claiming it for himself alone.
That was what Nach told Miku—not with words, but by pouring his thick, warm release deep inside her womb, making her understand what it felt like to be filled for the first time.
"Please clean me and use me even more, Nach."
"Of course, Miku," he replied. "I'm far from done—both with you and with the intimacy for tonight."