She tried to resist to make him stop, but the man pushed the meat rod into Koneko’s vagina without hesitation.
The thick head stretched her tight entrance, forcing her narrow walls apart as he sank inch after thick inch into her unbelievably tight, hot Nekomata pussy.
Her petite, velvety inner walls were stretched obscenely wide around his girthy cock, rippling and clenching desperately as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing firmly against her cervix.
“…Fu, ah────!?”
She was pierced by the meat rod as if being struck down.
However, the voice that was emitted was not one of pain, but rather a sweet sigh.
(…I heard that the first time hurts…
but why?)
Far from resisting the foreign object of the unknown man, her vagina accepted it smoothly as if welcoming it.
Her inner walls clenched and rippled around the invading cock, coating it in hot, slick juices as he bottomed out deep inside her petite body.
As he thrust his hips, the walls of her vagina rubbed together, and every time he poked deep inside against her cervix, a stimulation that she wasn’t used to—but wasn’t painful—was given to her brain.
Her small body trembled, her tiny breasts jiggling slightly under the frilly top while her tight pussy squeezed and milked his thick shaft with every powerful stroke, producing wet, lewd squelching sounds with each deep penetration.
Koneko was bewildered.
However, the man also had his mouth half-open as if surprised, but he immediately bit his lip and bared his anger.
“Ah, I see.
You’ve already done it with him?
That’s right…
it has to be, otherwise your attitude wouldn’t have changed that much!”
He then grabbed her waist firmly and violently ravaged the inside of her vagina with his meat rod.
His hips slammed forward, driving the thick shaft balls-deep into her petite frame again and again, making wet slapping sounds echo in the forest as her tiny pussy stretched obscenely around his girth.
Despite what should have been relentless hip movements, Koneko felt no pain; instead, with every thrust, drool dripped from her mouth, and her consciousness was flying, unable to stay connected.
Her golden eyes glazed over with unwanted pleasure, her small hands clutching at the ground as her inner walls fluttered and spasmed around the pistoning cock, greedily sucking him deeper with every powerful plunge.
“Traitor!
Traitor!!
You gave your body to him so easily!
I thought you’d be on my side even just a little bit!?
Damn it!
Damn it!!”
Treated like an object, the meat rod struck her mercilessly.
However, again, there was no pain; only a numbing pleasure attacked Koneko.
Her tight pussy squeezed and fluttered around the pistoning cock, milking it desperately with rhythmic contractions.
“…Nhyii!?
Nya-nya!?”
She let out moans, and gradually her legs unconsciously tangled around the man’s waist, pulling him deeper.
Hip movements equivalent to violence.
Neither felt pain; as they were feeling it, the man’s face drew close to Koneko’s face.
“Ugh!?”
With that groan, he ejaculated into Koneko’s vagina, and a cloudy liquid was poured in.
Thick spurts of hot cum flooded her womb, filling her up until it overflowed and leaked out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.
“Ha…
ha…
ha…!”
He breathed heavily.
Koneko moved her hand toward the mask of the man who had stopped moving.
The mask fell with a clatter.
The face seen behind it was────.
“…A strange dream.”
Koneko, who had woken up, furrowed her brow to an extent that others wouldn’t notice.
Looking at her phone, it was just past five o’clock.
“…Why did I have a dream like that?”
The face of the masked person was undoubtedly Kenji, Issei’s younger brother.
A dream about being raped by and feeling pleasure from the younger brother of the person she loved was not funny.
“…Was I more bothered by it than I thought?”
Kenji’s hurt expression when she left the hospital room.
Perhaps she had seen such a dream out of a sense of guilt.
(…Even so, it was very, very realistic…)
When she sat up, not understanding the reason, she noticed that her crotch was unusually damp.
“…Uwa.”
Looking down, Koneko’s crotch was soaking wet with love juice.
Koneko’s face turned bright red at the sight of her panties, which were wet as if she had wet the bed.
Her puffy pink labia were visibly swollen and parted slightly, glistening with her arousal.
She was thinking about how to handle this, but she had not yet noticed.
That her labia, which should have been tightly closed, were wider than before, and the proof of her maidenhood had already been lost.
“I’m the worst…”
Getting up from the hospital bed, Kenji covered his face with his hands.
No matter how much resentment he had, having a dream about attacking and raping a housemate.
He felt normally depressed.
Moreover, he had had a wet dream that wasn’t even joyful.
“And also…”