"Zechs-sama… it's already been more than a week… when are you going to wake up?" the girl asked, tears gathering in all three of her eyes.
If it wasn't already obvious, this girl is none other than Charlotte Pudding.
As for how Pudding appeared on this island with Zechs… well, actually, in regards to that, she didn't remember much.
The last thing she recalled was Zechs holding her tightly as he protected her from the violent, ancient currents that had swallowed them both. After that, everything went blank. When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself lying on the riverbank of an unfamiliar island.
Meanwhile, inside the river was the floating dorsal fin of a massive Megalodon.
Knowing what that fin represented, at first, she had been terrified, convinced she was about to be eaten. But after some time, she realized the creature wasn't threatening her. Instead, it was guarding her and the unconscious Zechs from the island's predators.
Once she understood that, she calmed down slightly. Pudding knew that one of the applications of Conqueror's Haki was the ability to dominate the will of animals and tame them. From that, she quickly guessed what had happened. Zechs must have subdued the giant shark and ordered it to bring them somewhere safe.
And that was how they had ended up on this island, according to what she inferred.
Unfortunately, the island appeared to have no human inhabitants. That was both good and bad. The good part was that their location wouldn't easily be discovered. As pirates who are normally always hunted down by the Marines, islands without inhabitants are indeed good… It's just that the bad part was far more serious; both of them had been gravely injured and were practically at death's door. In such a condition, arriving on an uninhabited island raised an obvious problem.
Who was going to treat their injuries?
At least, that was what she had been worried about both for herself and for Zechs.
But then she discovered, for some strange reason, many of her own injuries had already improved. Some of the more serious damage she remembered, such as broken bones, was gone. Not everything had healed. The burns, cuts, and charred marks on her body were still there. But she was no longer hovering on the brink of death.
She didn't understand why.
Yet when she looked at Zechs lying unconscious beside her, she noticed something disturbing. Unlike her, not only had his injuries failed to improve, but they seemed worse than she remembered.
That made her wonder if he was the reason her condition had improved.
She couldn't know for certain. But when she remembered the strange things he had done, summoning her from the future, producing clothes out of thin air, and other impossible feats combined with how he had risked his life to save her in the first place, the conclusion became even clearer in her mind.
It had to be him who somehow healed her enough to bring her out of death, right?
Her instincts told her that this had to be the truth. But instead of feeling happy or relieved, the thought only made her more miserable.
If it really was the case, then Zechs' condition had worsened because of her once again.
He had already nearly killed himself protecting her from those violent currents, taking the full force of the tearing water just to keep her safe. And now, somehow, it seemed as though he had even taken her injuries upon himself.
How could Pudding, who had already fallen deeply in love with him, feel anything but pain at that realization?
She was filled with sadness and desperation, and she began to curse herself.
'Do I really do nothing but cause trouble?' she thought bitterly.
For a moment, she even wondered if all the hatred she had faced in her past had been justified. After all, look at the trouble she had brought upon him.
If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't be lying here in such terrible condition.
Those thoughts slowly twisted into self-loathing. At one point, the idea of ending her own life even crossed her mind; if she disappeared, at least she wouldn't bring him any trouble, right?
Of course, even if she had such a thought, she hasn't actually gone through with it.
If she was going to die, then at the very least, she had to make sure he recovered first. Only after he was completely safe and healed would she feel even the slightest peace.
Thus, for the past week, she has been doing everything she possibly could to help him recover.
She walked barefoot through the rainforest, enduring the pain in her feet while trudging through mud and filth without complaint. She searched tirelessly for medicinal flowers, herbs, and roots, gathering whatever she could find, even when the work left her fingers cut and pricked. She paid little attention to her own injuries.
She also forced herself to perform exhausting physical labor. She built a temporary shelter, prepared bedding of leaves and other things for him to rest on, gathered supplies, and handled every other task necessary for survival.
In fact, none of this came naturally to her.
As one of the many princesses of Totto Land, especially someone so young who had never once ventured beyond its borders, or never really sailed the seas, had never experienced the harshness of the outside world like this.
Yet despite her discomfort, hesitation, and the instinctive disgust she initially felt toward such a life, she endured it all.
And she did it for one reason alone, she just wanted him to wake up.
But a whole week had already passed… and there was still no sign of regaining consciousness.
Although it had only been a week, a week wasn't really that long.
In this world, it wasn't unusual for people to remain unconscious for weeks after exhausting themselves in battle. Some could even sleep for an entire month while their bodies recovered.
Pudding knew that.
But even knowing it didn't ease the anxiety in her heart.
The longer he remained unconscious, the more desperate she became. Every time she looked at his injured, unmoving body, she struggled harder to hold back her tears.
To her, it sometimes felt as though Zechs might never wake up, and at this very moment, too, that same dreadful thought crept into her mind again, making her tearful.
But she quickly shook her head. "No… no… h-he'll definitely wake up soon. Even if he hasn't regained consciousness yet… his body still seems to be functioning," she murmured to herself, recalling the signs of life she had observed, his breathing, his pulse, the faint warmth, as well as a certain physiological reaction that makes her face red all the time.
After reassuring herself like that, she focused on taking care of him.
First, she used a rock to crush the herbs and other plants she had gathered, grinding them into a thick paste. Then she knelt beside him and carefully untied the cloth wrapped around his chest, abdomen, and the rest of his body. As the cloth came loose, the layers of leaves covering his wounds were revealed.
One by one, she peeled the leaves away. Using rainwater and river water she had collected earlier, she gently wiped away the medicinal paste she had applied the day before.
Once the wounds were clean, she examined them carefully, and her expression quickly turned worried, "His wounds… they really don't seem to have healed at all!"
The realization made her bite her lip in frustration. After a moment, she shook her head and forced herself to calm down, "No… It's only been a week. Healing takes time. It might even take months for wounds like these to recover… yes, that must be it…"
Repeating that to reassure herself, she began applying the fresh medicinal paste she had just prepared.
She wasn't a professional doctor, but she had some knowledge of medicine. Using that limited knowledge, she had searched the forest for plants that could help with wounds. The paste she made from them was the best treatment she could manage under the circumstances and could only hope that it'd work.
After spreading the medicine across his injuries, she placed a new layer of leaves over the paste and began binding them in place with strips of cloth.
The cloth came from Zechs' old clothes and from the maid's outfit he had made her wear. Both sets were already badly torn, so she had no hesitation about cutting them into bandages, even if they left her almost naked.
Once she finished wrapping his chest, she moved on to the rest of his body, his shoulders, arms, stomach, and legs, carefully repeating the same process for each wound.
As she continued cleaning him and carefully applying fresh medicine to his wounds, Pudding suddenly noticed something that made her pause.
At some point, his large penis had become erect.
"Uaaahh … Zechs-sama is… erect again…" she murmured, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
In fact, this wasn't the first time it had happened. Over the past few days, every time she tried to clean him and apply medicine to his wounds, the same thing would occur: his penis would become erect, and remain erect the whole time, leaving her flushed and momentarily dazed.
What confused her even more was that Zechs wasn't urinating or defecating. Those were normal bodily functions that usually continued even when someone was unconscious. Yet none of that seemed to happen with him… and instead, this was what she kept noticing.
Of course, one could argue that he wasn't eating or drinking anything, so perhaps there was simply nothing for his body to expel. And Pudding was certainly grateful she didn't have to deal with cleaning that.
"B-but if it's Zechs-sama… I'd still take care of it if I had to," she told herself. Even so, she was quietly relieved that it hadn't become necessary.
Still, the repeated erections left her puzzled.
Although she had some knowledge about such things from the ero novels she secretly read, she knew those stories were fantasy. What was written in those books didn't necessarily reflect how the human body actually worked.
And besides, she wasn't a man. She had no real understanding of whether something like that could happen while someone was unconscious or in a coma.
She felt that it probably shouldn't happen… but maybe it could.
She simply didn't know.
But she was watching him getting erect every time she took care of him… so maybe it did happen, and the reaction is common in men?
Regardless, she hadn't dared to do anything about it so far.
It wasn't because she felt disgusted or unwilling. In fact, if she were honest with herself, it was the opposite. Having already fallen in love with him and remembering the regret she felt when she thought they might die in those violent waters, she actually wanted to do many things with him.
The problem was that he was unconscious.
Doing something like that to him while he is unconscious… that wouldn't be right, right?
Even though, as a pirate, she shouldn't have cared about things like right or wrong, but she was afraid to take that step… she was worried that by doing something like that to him without his permission… she might end up hurting him… and making him hate her. She didn't want that.
And so, today as well, she tried to ignore the erection and focus on her work. Or at least, that had been her intention.
But then something she never expected happened, she heard a voice, {Uhh… need release…}
"!!!" Instantly, all three of Pudding's eyes widened, and her breathing halted.
{It's too much…}
"W-who's there?" She jumped to her feet at once, her expression turning vigilant. Grabbing a stone, she stepped to the edge of the temporary shelter and peered outside, scanning the surroundings in case someone was nearby.
'I thought there were no other humans on this island… so how could that voice?' she wondered, carefully looking around to see if anyone was approaching.
But after searching the area, she saw no one. 'Are they… hiding?' she thought with a slight frown.
She had exceptionally sharp eyesight and could notice even the slightest movement. If someone were hiding nearby, she would have seen them; camouflage wouldn't work on her. Yet she saw nothing at all. No one. Nothing except a few animals wandering about. For a brief moment, she even wondered if it might be one of them making the sound.
She considered shouting out to ask if someone was there, but she held herself back, afraid she might reveal her position if she hadn't already. Instead, she remained still and waited patiently, listening for the voice again.
After a while, it came once more, in slow, broken syllables, {Need to… need to cum…}
"Need to… cum?" The words caught her off guard. She froze for a moment before slowly turning around, her gaze settling on the unconscious Zechs. Her breathing quickened as a thought crossed her mind. "That… was that Zechs-sama?"
But almost immediately, she shook her head. "No… no… how could Zechs-sama be speaking? He's clearly unconscious… It can't be him. Maybe I'm just hallucin—"
She hadn't even finished saying that when the words echoed in her mind again, {Help me… Pudding-chan…}
This time, when her name was called, Pudding could no longer deny it; the one speaking to her had to be Zechs. After all, who else would call her 'Pudding-chan' but her shameless, perverted master?
Her body trembled. The stone slipped from her hand as she dropped to her knees beside him. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at his pale, scratched, injured face.
"Zechs-sama… can you… can you hear me?" she asked shakily. "Are you the one speaking to me?"
She searched his face for the slightest movement, any sign at all.
But nothing happened.
His expression remained completely still, and the silence made her chest tighten with desperation. Her voice caught in her throat as she pleaded again, "Zechs-sama… please… speak to me again… i-if you can… p-please…"
Once again, no voice came.
She waited… and waited… but the silence stretched on.
"Zechs-sama…" she murmured, a trace of hopelessness creeping into her voice.
Then her gaze drifted downward. His erection still stood rigid, twitching faintly as a bead of precum slowly gathered at the tip. Remembering the words she had heard earlier, she hesitated before asking softly, "Zechs-sama… do you… do you want me to m-m-make you… cum?"
{Yes, make me… cum,} The voice echoed in her mind again, and at the same moment, the erect penis twitched once more.
Pudding felt that she didn't need any further confirmation that he truly wanted her to make him cum.
As for why she believed that, even though he was unconscious and unable to say a word, she had a faint suspicion in her heart.
She wasn't entirely certain, but the feeling persisted, making her wonder if it might really be true. Slowly, she reached up and touched her forehead.
'Is it because of this eye?' she wondered.
Members of the Three-Eyed Tribe were said to possess the ability to hear the Voice of All Things. Pudding herself belonged to that tribe, though only as a half-blood. Because of that, she hadn't yet awakened that power, and to be honest, she wasn't even sure she ever would.
But… what if she had?
And it was, through the Voice of All Things, she was somehow hearing Zechs's intentions even while he remained unconscious?
Although it sounded absurd to hear the voice of someone who was unconscious, the Voice of All Things itself was an absurd and mysterious ability. Perhaps it even allowed someone to hear the thoughts of a person who wasn't awake.
Or maybe Zechs wasn't truly unconscious at all. Perhaps he was in some strange state, physically unable to respond and appearing unconscious while still trying to communicate with her in some way.
How or why she might have suddenly awakened such an ability, or how she could possibly hear the thoughts of someone in that condition, didn't matter right now.
What mattered was the message she believed she was receiving. 'Zechs-sama… wants me to… make him… cum?'
She felt a little foolish at the thought of his request. Out of everything he could have asked, out of all the things he might have wanted to say, this was what he supposedly wanted?
To make him cum?
She didn't know whether to feel annoyed, embarrassed, or something else entirely.
"Humph… pervert," she muttered with a small snort, thinking that even while lying there unconscious, this was the kind of thing he was demanding.
But, as said before, she didn't feel disgust or repulsion. Instead, she found herself wondering whether she should go along with it and help him climax… or simply ignore his selfish, perverted request until he woke up.
Earlier, she hadn't dared to do anything about his erection because he was unconscious. She didn't know how he might feel if she did something like that to him while he couldn't respond, and she herself had been reluctant to cross that line.
But now… if he was truly asking for it… Then things were different.
With that thought, her eyes drifted back to him. Seeing the twitch of his erection, and recalling the words she believed she had heard via the Voice of All Things, she began to think that it must be extremely uncomfortable, perhaps even painful, for him to endure it like this.
After a moment of hesitation, she wondered, "S-should I… help him relax?" Her cheeks flushed at the thought of what she was considering. Even so, she gathered her courage and slowly began to reach out toward him.
But just as she began to extend her hand toward him, she suddenly froze. A moment later, she pulled her hand back again.
"But wouldn't that make things worse?" she whispered softly. "Zechs-sama… you haven't eaten or drunk anything while lying here injured and unconscious… if you lose semen in this condition… wouldn't that drain even more nutrients from your body? Wouldn't that slow your recovery?"
It was nearly impossible for an unconscious person to swallow properly. That was why Pudding hadn't dared to feed him anything over the past week. She knew that leaving him without food or water wasn't good for recovery either, but there simply wasn't a safe way to do it. If she tried to force food or water into his mouth, it could slip into his windpipe instead and kill him.
Because of that, the most she had done was gently moisten his lips with water to keep them from drying out. Even so, the lack of nourishment his body was receiving remained a serious concern.
And in a situation like this, if he were to lose semen as well… wouldn't that only make things worse?
That concern weighed heavily on her mind.
Although she wanted to help him, she didn't want to harm him in the process. Part of her insisted that she shouldn't do it at all.
Yet when she looked again and saw his penis twitching repeatedly, her certainty began to falter.
Then the voice sounded once more, {Cum… too much… need to… release…}
Hearing those words again made her hesitate. 'Maybe he really is very uncomfortable…' she thought.
Wanting him to relax, she wrestled with the decision. Was helping him the right choice? Or would it be something foolish that might actually worsen his condition?
The same thoughts circled through her mind again and again. At last, she let out a quiet sigh and relented, "O-okay… I-I'll do it… I'll make you c-cum…"
With that, she hesitantly reached out once more.
But just before touching him, yet again, she paused. Of course, unlike previous times, the pause this time was not out of hesitation, but rather because she noticed how dirty her hands were from grinding herbs and applying medicine.
"Um… I should wash my hands first," she murmured.
Quickly, she used the water she had gathered to wash her hands, feet, and face, scrubbing away the dirt and grime.
The process made the cuts, bruises, and scars on her hands and feet more visible and made her eyes a little dim.
'I wonder… would Zechs-sama still find me beautiful?' she asked herself quietly.
He called her beautiful despite her 'disgusting' third eye, and that memory had made her incredibly happy. But now things were different. Besides the third eye, her body was covered with scratches, burn marks, and other wounds. The damage wasn't limited to her hands or face; it was across her body as well.
Before all of this, her body had been beautiful. Now… she was certain it wasn't anymore.
After all, how could a body covered in scars and wounds still be considered beautiful? It must look disgusting, right?
The thought tugged painfully at her insecurities, and tears began to gather in her eyes.
'L-let's not think about it…' she thought, shaking her head as she pushed those thoughts aside and returned to cleaning herself.
After cleaning herself as best she could, she returned to his side. With a flushed face, she murmured softly, "O-okay… I-I'm doing it…"
His penis twitched slightly, which she took as a response. Taking that as confirmation, she stopped hesitating. Reaching out, she gently wrapped her hand around his erection.
"Hhhaa… I-it's so hot…" That was the first thing she noticed. The moment her fingers closed around him, warmth spread across her skin.
Then she felt the firmness. "And… It's almost like a wooden rod…" It was unbelievably hard. Even when she tried to squeeze, it barely gave at all.
The next thing she noticed was its girth and its length.
When she tried to wrap her fingers around it properly, one hand wasn't enough. Even using both hands, she could barely hold it fully. And as for the length… it was simply too much, probably double the size of her forearm, leaving her momentarily stunned.
But she quickly recovered and told herself, "Focus, Pudding… focus…"
With trembling fingers, she began to stroke him.
Her movements were awkward and hesitant, jerky in some moments, too gentle in others, guided more by instinct than skill. After all, she was completely inexperienced in this sort of thing. Even though she had read about it many times, reading was very different from actually doing it.
Still, she put her whole heart into it. Her breath caught with each motion as she concentrated, trying to recall the details she had learned.
"Umm… it probably needs some slickness…" she murmured, noticing the friction. To ease it, she leaned closer then, with a deeply flushed face, parted her lips and let a small trail of saliva fall into her palms.
As the warm moisture spread across her skin, embarrassment washed over her at what she was doing. Even so, she didn't stop. The slickness made her movements smoother this time, allowing her to continue with greater ease.
Shlick… shlick…
While tending to his cock, her gaze drifted to his face.
Even in his unconscious state, his face pale, dirty, scratched, and wounded, she still thought he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. To her, no one in the world could compare. The more she looked at him, the more enchanted she felt.
She also wondered how he was feeling. Stammering slightly, her cheeks flushed, she asked softly, "H-hey… Zechs-sama… h-how does it feel? Am I… am I doing well?"
{More… effort…}
The reply made Pudding pout. It was obvious she was being told to do harder, meaning currently she wasn't making him feel good enough, and the realization left her a little displeased.
Still, she didn't argue. She simply exhaled slowly, "I… see… if that's the case…"
Determined to do better, she adjusted her movements, working with more care and rhythm. Her hand slid steadily up and down his length before changing her grip, circling around him to make the motion more pleasurable for him.
After a moment, her fingers slid lower, cupping the pair of testicles beneath with some white pubic hair on them. "Um… these are sensitive too, right?"
She let a little more saliva drip over them, just as she had done before, and gently massaged the two testicles with her small hand while the other continued its steady motion along his length.
"And… if I haven't read incorrectly… the underside here should be the most sensitive part…"
She slowly pulled the foreskin all the way down, fully exposing the sensitive reddish-pink flesh beneath, and began tracing her fingers along the underside, teasing it, caressing it, stimulating it.
The reaction was immediate as she heard Zechs' voice in her mind, {Better}
Her lips curved into a small, pleased giggle, "Hehe.."
Soon after, her other hand returned to his length. After adding a little more saliva, she continued stroking him, one hand teasing and caressing the sensitive underside of the head while the other moved steadily up and down along the shaft, feeling the ridges and veins beneath her fingers.
Shlick… shlick…
Soft, wet sounds echoed in the quiet as the minutes stretched on, and she wondered, "How long is this going to take?"
So much time had passed that her arms began to ache faintly. Even so, she didn't stop. Instead, she alternated between her hands, letting one continue stroking while the other gently massaged his balls, then switching again, maintaining the rhythm as best she could to make him cum.
And her efforts were not in vain because not long after that, she felt it.
A subtle twitch ran through him, followed by a growing tension that pulsed beneath her fingers like the first stirrings of a storm.
"Is it… coming?" she wondered, feeling him throb within her grasp.
Immediately, she released his balls and wrapped both hands around him, quickening her pace.
Almost at once, his body reacted.
With a soft, involuntary shudder, his hips jerked as he released, warm pulses spilling over her hands in powerful bursts.
Spurt… spurt… spurt!
"I-isn't it… too much?" she whispered, her blush deepening as she stared down at her hands now covered in thick, white fluid.
It was Zechs' semen, his semen was on her hand…!!!
Just the thought made her heart race and made her feel ashamed.
What amazed her even more was that the eruption didn't seem to stop right away. Even after several pulses, it continued, spilling out again and again.
Spurt… spurt…
There had been too much pent-up tension.
Asmodeus Zechs, who was accustomed to climaxing dozens of times every day, hadn't released at all during the past week. Naturally, his body had been building up that pressure, waiting for an opportunity to let it out. Now, under Pudding's devoted efforts, he finally had the chance. The release continued in repeated bursts that lasted nearly a full minute before it finally subsided.
When it was over, Pudding stared at the white result and murmured involuntarily, "It's really… too much…"
Not only were both of her hands covered, but quite a bit of the surrounding area had been splattered as well, as though a fountain had sprayed outward.
Still, at least it had finally stopped, allowing her to let out a small sigh of relief.
"With this… you should be able to relax, Zechs-sama…" she murmured softly and prepared to withdraw her hands so she could wash them in the river and later clean the area.
But just then, she heard the voice again, {More}
"M-more?" Pudding was stunned and noticed that despite having orgasmed, his erection remained firm.
She had assumed that helping him release once would calm his penis and ease the tension for the rest of the day. Clearly, that wasn't the case. He remained rigid and unyielding, if anything, seeming even more vigorous than before, as though her touch had only stirred something deeper.
"Was that… not enough?"
Twitch… twitch~
The large erection twitched again, almost as if urging her, 'Yes, more.'
How could a single release be enough for an incubus who hadn't relieved himself for an entire week?
"Ahh… this… well…" Pudding murmured hesitantly. It wasn't that she didn't want to continue, but she couldn't help wondering whether it was wise in his current physical state.
{Please} That single word quickly weakened her resolve. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed softly, "Umm… maybe it really wasn't enough…"
And with that, she decided to continue helping him.
If one release hadn't soothed him, then perhaps more would. And since she had already made him climax once. What difference did it make if she helped him again? What mattered most was that she couldn't leave him in such unrest.
With that thought, she didn't get up to wash her hands. Instead, she resumed her strokes to guide him toward another orgasm.
Shlick… shlick…
As her hand worked over his penis, the scent of the spunk he had spilled in the previous round thickened the air with a musky, earthy aroma, making it primal and intoxicating. It seeped into her senses, flushing her skin with a warmth that had little to do with the humid air around them.
"H-how come it feels… s-so hot all of a sudden?" she murmured, exhaling a warm breath as sweat beaded along her forehead. Her body also responded as a slow heat began to coil low in her belly, coming out in the form of wetness between her thighs, and almost without realizing it, she rubbed her thighs together.
"Zechs-sama…" she murmured as desire stirred within her. She yearned to be held, to feel his arms around her, but he lay completely still, lost in unconsciousness.
In that state, there was no way he could hold her; she knew that, but she also knew that he seemed to be able to hear her despite being unconscious, so she couldn't stop herself from pleading. "Zechs-sama… w-won't you wake up… haaah… and… h-hold me… tightly?"
She gazed at his face, hoping he would stir at the sound of her voice and do exactly what she longed for.
Yet he didn't wake at all, and the silence made her feel both sad and lonely.
"Zechs-sama…" she called again, biting her lip.
Then a response came. {Kiss}
"K-kiss?" she repeated softly. It wasn't an exclamation so much as her mind trying to grasp the meaning. Caught in the grip of that feverish warmth, she didn't think about it for long and simply accepted what he seemed to be asking.
"I-if that's what you want… t-then…" she murmured as she moved closer to his side.
For a fleeting moment, she wanted to climb on top of him and press her body against his while she kissed him. But the thought of his injuries and his fragile condition stopped her.
So instead, she settled beside him. One hand continued to stroke him absentmindedly as she leaned closer, studying his face from barely a breath away. She lingered there for a moment, her warm breath brushing against him.
Then, after that quiet pause, she took the leap, brushing her lips against his in a kiss.
She could feel that his lips were dry and slightly chapped. It was different from the last time the two had kissed. Yet despite that, they still felt strangely pleasant against her own. The faint taste lingered in a way she liked, and before she realized it, she began moving her lips softly against his.
Chu~
At first, the kiss was awkward, tentative, nervous, and touched with a hint of fear. But slowly it deepened, stirred by a hunger and desire she could no longer restrain as she slipped her tongue out, trying to push it into his mouth the same way he had done to her so many times before.
And strangely enough… his lips and tongue seemed to respond.
Despite being unconscious, they moved, kissing her in return.
It was almost like how Monkey D. Luffy could eat while sleeping. It's a special technique. In much the same way, Asmodeus Zechs could kiss even while unconscious. It's a special technique, and using this technique, Zechs, despite his body being unresponsive, kissed Pudding.
The rest of his body remained still as stone, yet his lips and tongue moved, pressing and coiling gently against hers.
Chu… slrrpp…
"Haaahh… chu… t-this… chu… Zechs-sama…" Pudding murmured between kisses, her thoughts growing hazy as warmth spread through her body. She drifted deeper into the moment, absorbed in the soft touches and the quiet sounds of their lips and tongues meeting.
So completely lost in it, she barely noticed when a strange languor began to wash over her. Her limbs grew heavy and weak, and her breathing turned ragged, as though some vital essence of her body was quietly ebbing from her and flowing into him, leaving her adrift in a haze of weakness and lethargy.
Or perhaps she did sense the draining sensation. Yet with desire swelling inside her, intoxicating and overwhelming, like a powerful drug that pulled her closer to the addicting pleasures and sensations she had never known, she simply chose not to care about what she might be losing.
And so she surrendered to it willingly, giving herself over to that raw, electric pleasure. She let it bind her even as it seemed to draw something from her. All the while, her hand continued moving steadily along his length, guiding him toward another release.
Shlick… shlick…
Soon enough, Zechs reached his peak and released his seed for the second time.
Spurt… puff… puff…
Yet even two releases weren't enough. Zechs remained proudly erect, still straining as though reaching toward the crimson heavens. With the heat coursing through her body, she didn't pause to wonder whether he could continue. She simply kept doing what she had been doing, all while continuing to kiss him.
Chu… chu… slrrpp…
Time seemed to dissolve around them.
Pudding no longer knew how much time had passed, nor how many times she had brought him to climax, perhaps a dozen times, perhaps even more.
All she knew was how intoxicating and addictive his kisses felt. She wanted to keep drowning in them, losing herself in their taste, their warmth, all while continuing to pleasure him with her hand, forgetting everything else around her.
Without a doubt, she would have continued like that indefinitely, if not for the sudden heaviness that settled over her, causing her vision to slowly dim and sleep to claim her completely.
Suddenly, Zechs's body began to glow.
The faint glow lasted for nearly half a minute before fading away, and everything returned to normal once more.
But Pudding, who had already fallen asleep, noticed none of it.
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