How to Save a Time-Limited Heroine

Agnes’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Mng. Mng.”

Her words, muffled as she bit Deltain’s neck, were clearly a response to his taunt.

Agnes wrapped her legs around Deltain’s waist. Her head moved slowly as she licked from his neck up to his ear.

What followed was a whisper drenched in heat.

“Dogs like to lick, don’t they?”

“You’re not as cute as a puppy.”

“If it were a real puppy, there’d be a problem. Count Hebron’s sexual prefe… ngh!”

Deltain squeezed Agnes’s chest.

“Don’t climb up.”

With those words, Deltain wrapped his arms around Agnes’s waist and laid her flat on the bed. Up until now, her position had been half-sitting on the bed, making movement awkward.

Agnes sprawled on the bed, looking up at Deltain. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing.

Her body was sending a warning. If she pushed any further, it might break.

Deltain’s brow furrowed.

“Panting from just this? What a worthless body.”

“So be gentle. Just enough not to break it.”

“You said to break it.”

“Metaphorically.”

Agnes sat up and climbed on top of Deltain. They were now face to face.

“It’d be a waste to use such a pretty bitch just once and throw her away, right?”

Their noses were almost touching.

“Use me over and over. Whenever your lust rises, treat me like a thing.”

Agnes started kissing Deltain, caressing his cheek.

Their breath and tongues intertwined, causing Agnes’s breathing to become more erratic. Even when Deltain tried to pull away, Agnes clung on even tighter.

She didn’t want to stop. The thrill and pleasure that surged at the brink of her physical limits were indescribably sweet.

“Ugh.”

It was utterly obscene. A naked woman panting and trembling on top of a man was undoubtedly a sight that should be described as such.

Deltain’s arms encircled Agnes’s waist, preventing her from toppling over. His hands slid down to her buttocks.

With her lips still on Deltain’s, Agnes spoke in a voice laced with laughter.

“Isn’t it soft? When I touch it by myself, it feels like pudding.”

“People usually don’t touch their own butts.”

“I imagined you squeezing it. But actually, having you touch it is better.”

“Lewd bitch.”

“Even so, your body is honest.”

Agnes moved her waist, pressing Deltain’s groin with her crotch.

She could clearly feel it. The hard pillar that was striking her clitoris.

“Should I take it off?”

Deltain was still wearing his pants. At Agnes’s suggestion, he gestured with his chin as if to say go ahead.

Agnes slowly moved her hands down to Deltain’s lower abdomen, grazing his abs with her finger, teasing just below his navel before moving back to the belt. All the while, she maintained eye contact with Deltain.

“Ever thought of using this belt as a whip?”

“You’re just begging to be killed, aren’t you?”

“Kill me.”

“Screw you.”

“Huup…!”

As Deltain’s grip tightened, Agnes’s butt was crushed. As her flesh was squeezed in his grasp, her juice began to trickle from her parted thighs.

Agnes panted, curling her lips into a smile.

“Your bed’s all wet now.”

“I’ll throw it out. All because of you, I’ll have to replace the sheets.”

“Don’t throw it away.”

Agnes unbuckled the belt and unzipped his pants.

“Keep using it. Lay down here. And every night when you sleep alone, think about what happened today. When you can’t stand it anymore, sneak into my bedroom. I’ll wake up to serve you.”

Deltain felt a sense of liberation as the tight pants were loosened. At that moment, Agnes slipped her hand into Deltain’s underwear.

Her thin, cold hand grasped Deltain’s pen*s.

She rubbed her cheek against Deltain’s, speaking.

“It’s hot. And big. I can’t hold it with one hand. Would it fit perfectly if I used both?”

“Try it.”

“If this goes inside me, I’ll surely be ruined. It would stretch to fit your size and I’ll feel empty every time it’s not inside me. Maybe I’ll beg you to put it in again tomorrow.”

Agnes continued to whisper obscene words. It was almost like brainwashing. She wanted every word to be etched in his mind.

“I can’t do without you anymore. My fingers are too thin and short. Once I experience this size, I’ll never go back to my fingers.”

“… just shut up already.”

“No. I’ll keep talking.”

Deltain felt troubled. Her vulgar talk was too intense.

It wasn’t inappropriate given their situation, skin to skin on the bed, but still. Agnes’s words stimulated a vivid imagination.

“My vag*na keeps twitching. It recognizes its master.”

“… Master, my ass.”

“You like being obeyed, right? You even told me to kneel and beg, and now this?”

Even as she spoke, Agnes’s hands didn’t stop moving.

Deltain furrowed his brows, swallowing the rising heat. He didn’t want to show that her words and actions affected him.

But it wasn’t easy. Agnes’s body had heated up, forgetting its usual cool temperature. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, reminding him of their presence, and the sticky liquid on his hand from her butt.

Her scent was also overwhelming, damp from the heat and moisture. Her sweat-soaked hair clung together, tickling his body. Every word she uttered was a demand, hammering into his ears, forcing him not to forget any of these sensations.

“Should I suck it?”

“Don’t even think about doing something like that. If you end up dying from it, it will put me in a difficult position.”

“But you still think about having sex. Besides, if you die from it, it’s considered a good death.”

“Bullshit.”

“What a pity.”

Agnes’s voice had a nasal tone.

“The bitch likes to lick, but I can’t do that because I’m not healthy enough.”

“You’re saying things you don’t mean.”

Deltain moved his hand between Agnes’s legs. It was smooth.

She hiccupped slightly before speaking in a tone laced with joy.

“Do you know? I have no body hair at all. Except for my hair and eyebrows.”

“I don’t need you to tell me. I can feel it.”

“Oh, and it’s pink down there too. A friend told me my body is optimized for exhibitionism.”

“Who exactly is this friend? An imaginary one?”

“I’m telling you, it’s the princess.”

“As if there’s only one princess. Which princess goes around saying such things?”

Deltain clicked his tongue.

Agnes laughed at his reaction. She subtly lifted her hips, offering her body to him to make it easier for him to touch her skin.

“Doesn’t it feel really sticky right now? I’ve been preparing for three hours before you came.”

“You’re a nymphomaniac who spends all day masturbating. You’re a nymphomaniac and a masochist. You’re taking all the nicknames my knights have.”

“Is necrophiliac and carnivore all that’s left? I don’t know about the first one, but I could probably manage the second.”

Agnes bit Deltain’s ear. She didn’t apply any force. She gently nibbled and licked his earlobe as if savoring it.

“Mmm.”

Delicious.

That was what she said.

Deltain let out a hollow laugh. He no longer had the energy to say anything. The only thought in his mind was how remarkable it was that she was still indulging in pleasure despite her body’s limitations.

The hairless skin Agnes boasted about wrapped around Deltain’s hand. He hadn’t even inserted his hand into her vag*na yet. He merely placed his hand over the opening, and her flesh enveloped it.

“Ah.”

The moan was deliberate, filled with a giddy laugh.

“I don’t usually do penetration masturbation. I prefer it when my clitoris is touched.”

“Do I have to do as you say?”

Deltain immediately inserted his middle finger into her vag*na.

“Ngh…!”

Agnes’s hips lifted. From her kneeling position, her outstretched toes were visible beyond her shoulders.

“Pathetic bitch.”

“Heuh… heuh….”

Deltain felt the trembling flesh tightening around his middle finger. He could feel the juice trickling down his finger, wetting the joints and palm.

Agnes rested her chin on Deltain’s shoulder.

“Feels good….”

She lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

“… more. Give me more.”

Her hand, which had been fidgeting in Deltain’s underwear the whole time, moved. She grabbed both his pants and underwear at his waist. Though she tried to pull them down, her strength wasn’t enough. Her frail body couldn’t even lift a water bottle by herself.

“Give me more, please? I’m begging you.”

Deltain looked at her with his eyes. Her face was melting in ecstasy. She smiled contentedly and gazed at him with dazed eyes.

Deltain thought to himself. Her color distribution is really absurd. The colors that made up her being were so dreamlike and erotic in their harmony.

Her damp blonde hair shone faintly. Her blackened eye sockets and dreamy cherry blossom-colored pupils were mesmerizing. No one in the world could endure the sight of her looking at them in such a disheveled state.

“Your begging attitude is arrogant. You act so coquettishly; it seems you’re living comfortably.”

“Should I cry? I think I can do it right now. If you stop here, my body will burn up and I might die. In that moment, I’ll probably be crying with snot and tears while masturbating pitifully.”

“I should just sew your mouth shut.”

Deltain bent down and laid Agnes on her back. She shamelessly exposed her private parts to him without any sign of embarrassment.

Her pink nipples, as she proudly mentioned, were erect. Her hairless skin and the gap revealing the crimson inside glistened with sticky fluid.

Deltain looked at her and then lifted his head. She was breathing heavily with her arms open.

“Please.”

Deltain took off his trousers and threw them under the bed. He cast his shadow over Agnes’s body as if pouncing on her.

Tap.

What she said should be grasped with both hands tapped her clitoris. Agnes gulped, swallowing her saliva.

“… I might really die.”

“Don’t be dramatic. If it was really impossible, I would have stopped you no matter what you said.”

Deltain aimed his pen*s at the entrance of her vag*na.

The tip of his pen*s touched her entrance. As he pushed his hips forward slightly, Agnes’s legs spread apart. She opened her hole as much as she could.

Even so, only the tip entered.

“Hnn… hnn….”

Agnes’s breath quickened. She grinned, unable to take her eyes off the conjoined gen*tals.

She imagined it. The moment it entered, her purity would be torn apart, along with the pain and the sensation of being pierced like a skewer.

Just imagining it made her vag*na wet. Even though the entrance was already open, the inner part was pulsating wildly.

Deltain, seeing Agnes’s gaze fixed on their joining point in excitement, spoke.

“I’m putting it in.”

He showed no consideration. With her being so thoroughly prepared, theoretically, she wouldn’t break from a thrusting motion.

He simply thrust his hips.

Schluck.

Deltain felt his pen*s tear through something.

At that moment, Agnes’s body convulsed violently. She arched her back and let out a moan that sounded like she was losing her breath.

“Kyaah…!”

Deltain felt a sharp pain from his forearm.

‘… fuck.’

The mark of chastity vanished.