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Chapter 38: Hyper-Lewd Outfit
A fair amount of time had passed since the erotic books featuring Bell Cranel began secretly circulating throughout the labyrinth city of Orario. What started as an illicit, underground meme had steadily blossomed into a highly profitable shadow industry.
The sheer variety of these books had easily reached the double digits, covering everything from vanilla fantasies to outrageously specific fetishes. To truly understand their popularity, one only needed to look at the Pleasure Quarter. As evening descended and the neon magic-stone lamps flickered to life, bathing the cobblestone streets in shades of crimson and violet, one could spot the provocative outfits featured in some of these works becoming widespread trends among the working girls. And today, like any other day in the bustling district, the latest volume had just been released, proudly displayed in a dimly lit corner of a discreet storefront.
"A new one is out already? I don't know how hard it is to draw these things, but this release rate is a little abnormal," Aisha muttered to herself.
She stood before the shop stall, the scent of cheap perfume and sweet incense wafting through the air, and picked up the glossy new release. Then, her lips twitched, her amber eyes widening just a fraction as she saw exactly who Bell's partner was on this volume's cover.
The cover depicted Bell—freshly returned from an expedition, his broken right arm bound securely in a stark white cast—alongside none other than herself. She was illustrated wearing a completely see-through, neon yellow-green and pink latex-style bikini that seemed painted onto her curves. It was paired with a tight garter belt, thigh-high boots, and an ultra-short black nurse's skirt that barely covered anything at all. It was an obscenely provocative outfit commonly known among the district's connoisseurs as the Hyper-Lewd Nurse.
The moment she processed the image, a breathless chuckle escaped her lips. She tossed a few Valis onto the counter, bought the book, and headed straight back to her room, her long strides eating up the distance.
Locking the door behind her, she threw herself onto her bed, sinking into the plush mattress. She gripped the newly purchased volume in both hands, closely examining her illustrated counterpart under the warm glow of her room's lamp. The design alone oozed pure, unadulterated eroticism, toeing the line between ridiculous and dangerously alluring. Great, another stupidly lewd outfit is going to trend in the Pleasure Quarter by tomorrow morning, she thought, a smirk playing on her lips as she cracked open the spine and began to read.
"Haa~, I want to go outside already."
It seemed the story was set during that brief, frustrating period when Bell was being forced to rest quietly in his room at the Hestia Familia home. His injuries were fully healed in reality now, but Aisha vividly recalled that he really had been in that exact, helpless state back then. She continued reading, easily visualizing the sunlit, dusty room of the old church. While Bell was resting in his bed, staring longingly at the ceiling, a sharp knock echoed from the heavy wooden door.
"Come in."
"Hey there, sorry for the intrusion. Bell Cranel."
"A-Aisha-san!? What is with that outfit!!?"
The mattress springs squeaked loudly as Bell practically bolted upright in bed, his jaw dropping as Aisha made her grand entrance in that hyper-lewd attire. The neon latex squeaked with her every movement. From the neck down, the getup was far too stimulating for a healthy, pure-hearted young boy to handle. His crimson gaze was completely glued to her, darting frantically but unable to look away. Feeling his eyes trailing over her, the illustrated Aisha struck a provocative pose, popping her hip to show off the sheer lines of her body, and answered.
"What's the matter? No need to panic. This is my nurse outfit, worn especially for my visit to see you."
"A nurse? A nurse!? That outfit is!?"
"That's right. Listen, since your right arm is completely out of commission right now... I figured you wouldn't be able to relieve all that pent-up frustration. So, I came to give you a hand."
It was a response so perfectly, shamelessly characteristic of an Amazon. Blushing fiercely, his face redder than his eyes, Bell scrambled back under the covers to hide the fact that his 'son' was already springing to eager life thanks to her outfit. Seeing his innocent, flustered reaction caused the latent hunting instincts of the Amazon within Aisha to flare with terrifying intensity.
"Do you know the story, Rabbit Foot? About how snakes eat the rabbits hiding in their burrows…"
"Why are you bringing that up now!?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Aisha slipped gracefully beneath the covers, her warm, nearly bare skin pressing flush against his. She wrapped her body around Bell, embracing him tightly. With one arm injured and heavily casted, he was completely incapable of putting up a decent fight. It truly looked like a viper constricting its trembling prey in the dark. Leaning in, Aisha let her lips brush against the shell of his ear, whispering her sweet venom.
"I don't mind if you do whatever you want with this body right now~♡"
"—!?"
The venom had clearly taken effect. Bell's resistance visibly melted away, his breathing turning shallow and ragged. Never one to miss a fleeting opening, Aisha was depicted shifting her weight, slowly and deliberately rubbing her bare leg against his rigid crotch. With every agonizingly slow rub, the eyes of the rabbit hiding beneath the sheets grew increasingly bloodshot. Aisha smirked, savoring his helpless reaction.
"Not bad. This is getting pretty thrilling," the real Aisha murmured, her own breath hitching slightly in the quiet of her room.
She pictured the actual Bell—who had already surpassed her in Level, growing into a formidable adventurer who could easily slip away if she tried forcing herself on him like this—and felt her own excitement surge at the sheer audacity of the story's premise. The fantasy of rendering that rising star completely helpless was intoxicating.
"Alright, hide-and-seek is over!"
"Kyaa—!!"
The blankets were violently torn away, drawing a horribly cute, girlish shriek from the boy. Usually, in any other scenario, the roles would be reversed. But a voice in Aisha's head screamed that for Bell Cranel, this interpretation was flawlessly accurate.
"For someone who claims to hate it, your lower half seems pretty eager to get started, doesn't it?"
"T-That's because… Aisha-san, that outfit is way too lewd, and besides… trying to resist is just… embarrassing."
Fidgeting with a flushed, teary-eyed face, Bell delivered a clean, devastating critical hit straight to the heart of older women with a soft spot for younger boys. The Aisha in the book and the real Aisha lying on her bed synchronized in utter, helpless adoration. Staring at the next panel—where her illustrated self finally lost all patience, her eyes darkening with lust as she pounced on him—Aisha realized a dangerous truth. If he ever made that face in front of her in real life, she wouldn't be able to restrain herself either. Consequences be damned.
"I really missed out, didn't I? If I had read this book back then, I might have secured Rabbit Foot's seed by now…"
Pondering the tantalizing 'what-ifs' of the past, Aisha squirmed, her thighs pressing together as a sweet, heavy ache began to pulse in her lower abdomen. Trying to distract herself from the throbbing heat pooling between her legs, she hungrily flipped the page.
With practiced, predatory hands, the illustrated Aisha carefully stripped away Bell's everyday clothes, mindful not to aggravate his injured right arm. Once his pants and underwear were hastily discarded, she paused, licking her lips at the sight of his fiercely standing Zeus Rod. It stood tall and proud, a stark contrast to his timid demeanor.
"Good grief. You have such an adorable face, yet down here you're packing something vicious enough to break even an Amazon's hips."
"I-It's only like this because of you, Aisha-san!"
"What's wrong? Do you hate the idea of holding me that much?"
"N-No, that's not it…"
Irritated by his stubborn indecisiveness even at this late stage, Aisha forcefully pushed him flat onto the bed. As he fell back against the pillows, the shadow of her two magnificent, barely contained melons loomed over his face, instantly shutting up any further excuses he had lined up.
"Oh? You suddenly got quiet. Does this interest you that much?"
She lifted her proud breasts, squeezing and shifting their soft shape right in front of his wide eyes. Bell's Zeus Rod twitched violently in immediate response, a bead of pre-cum weeping from the tip. Pleased by his undeniable honesty, Aisha straddled his lower stomach, grinding her hips down against his in slow, deliberate, agonizing circles.
"These are great, I know, but I'm pretty confident in my hip movements too!"
Cradling her own breasts while sensually rolling her hips, the latex squeaking with every rotation, Aisha danced obscenely atop him. Crushed beneath her weight and her grinding core, Bell's Zeus Rod grew even harder, the veins pulsing thickly against her skin. To make matters worse, the faint, dusky outline of her peaks played hide-and-seek beneath the tiny, sheer green-and-purple bra, skyrocketing the lewdness factor until the air in the room felt thick enough to cut.
"Come on, just be honest with yourself!! Whatever you've got backed up in there, I'll take it—in my mouth, on my chest, or even right up my ass!!"
"Nghh~…♡"
Bell tried his absolute best to endure, to cling to his morals, but raw male instinct couldn't possibly resist such an incredibly tempting, filthy offer from a beautiful woman. With tears of frustration and overwhelming lust prickling at the corners of his eyes, he helplessly began to jerk his hips upward, chasing the friction against the Amazon straddling him. It was, for all intents and purposes, a total declaration of surrender. Seeing him yield, Aisha looked down at him with a victorious, predatory smirk.
"You've gotten completely fired up, haven't you? Thanks to that, I'm absolutely dripping down here. Won't you lick me clean?"
"Mmph!?"
Leaving no room for argument or hesitation, she shoved her damp, slick core squarely against his face, completely smothering his mouth and nose in her scent. It went without saying what happened in the next scene—she was mercilessly, thoroughly ravaged by Bell's surprisingly devastating tongue technique, his desperation translating into a frantic, sloppy feast.
"Not only is his package incredible, but even his tongue is dangerous? Good grief, just how much of an Amazon-pleaser is this boy…?"
As her emotions reached a fever pitch, the real Aisha's right hand instinctively slid downward, slipping beneath her own clothes to initiate a rather extreme, frantic solo session. At the same time, her trembling left hand hungrily turned the page, desperate to see what happened next.
Fully satisfied and panting heavily from his tongue, the illustrated Aisha lifted her soaking wet hips off his flushed, saliva-slicked face.
"Haa♡♡ I thought everything below my waist was going to melt into a puddle♡ As payback, I guess I'll just have to make you feel so good your hips shatter♡"
Tracing her sharp fingertips over Bell's hardened chest peaks, Aisha wore a fiercely provocative smile as she guided herself over him. Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered her hips, docking his throbbing Zeus Rod inside her slick depths.
However, his member was absurdly massive, ridiculously thick, and overwhelmingly long. It was truly worthy of the terrifying moniker Woman Slayer. As she took him inside her, stretching her tight core to its absolute limit, the confident, teasing smirk on Aisha's face gradually warped into an expression of sheer, wide-eyed desperation. Yet, for Aisha, an Amazon who lived for the thrill of the fight, even that tearing, overwhelming fullness was swiftly converted into pure, unadulterated pleasure, melting her fierce features into a mess of helpless ecstasy.
"This is unbelievable!♡ If I let my guard down, I'm going to lose my mind—!?♡"
Melting from the unbelievable sensation of being stretched so full, Aisha frantically tried to swallow the entirety of his Zeus Rod. But her pace was agonizingly slow, her body struggling to accommodate his sheer size. That very hesitation, that maddeningly slow descent, pushed the already feverish Bell to the absolute brink of his sanity.
"—T-Take this!♡"
"—Gahh!!?♡"
He had been confined to his bed for days. He had been left alone with his thoughts, dealing with an unusable right arm, only for Aisha to barge in, strip half-naked, and relentlessly tease him until he was seeing red. By this point, his famously endless patience had fully snapped.
Irritated by her sluggish, trembling pace, Bell impulsively grabbed her thick hips with his uninjured left arm. With a sudden, savage thrust born of pure frustration, he forcefully slammed her all the way down to the hilt, burying himself to the root. While Aisha barely managed to cling to her consciousness from the sudden, brutal ambush, the overwhelming, mind-blanking surge of pleasure tore a pathetic, broken scream from her throat. In a supreme act of defeat, she completely lost control of her bladder, showering Bell's Zeus Rod and her own thighs in warm, golden water.
"—Haaa!?♡ Haaaa!!♡ A-Are you trying to kill me!?♡♡"
"I'm sorry. But I've been holding back this entire time, and after you teased me so much… I just couldn't take it anymore!!♡"
From there on out, the narrative shifted entirely. It was a completely one-sided slaughter. Aisha, a battle-hardened Amazon and a veteran executive of the red-light district, was reduced to screaming and weeping in utter bliss. Bell matched her desperate cries, his hips hammering upward with relentless, punishing force. The brutal wet slapping of skin against skin echoed through the room as they completely ruined the bedsheets.
"Ah, damn it all. I really did miss out. If he's this strong... if he's skilled and ferocious enough in bed to completely ravage me like this, I'd probably lose interest in every other man out there."
Even though the Aisha thrashing wildly atop Bell's hips, her eyes rolled back as she spilled sweet, broken cries from her lips, was confined strictly to the pages of a book, the real Aisha was hit with the vivid, intoxicating illusion that she was the one being thoroughly destroyed. Her own fingers worked furiously against herself, her breath coming in ragged pants as she mirrored her fictional counterpart's descent into madness.
Eventually, as she approached her absolute physical limit, her mind whiting out from the overstimulation, the illustrated Aisha slumped forward, clinging tightly to Bell's broad shoulders. She screamed out, her voice raw. It was undeniable proof of her absolute yielding as a female, and a vocal, desperate acceptance of the dominant male's seed.
"I can't take it anymore!!♡ Shoot it all deep inside me!!♡"
"——!!♡♡"
Just as always in these illicit masterpieces, the massive, volcanic eruption of white milk thoroughly soiled Aisha's outfit, overflowing from her core to make the skin-tight latex look even more like a grotesquely overfilled, repurposed condom. Filled to the absolute brim just as she had begged, Aisha proved her immense worth as a battle-hardened Amazon. Though her breathing was ragged and her eyes were unfocused, she didn't pass out. Instead, she lay atop his chest and lovingly, instinctively stroked her own swollen stomach where his scorching hot seed pooled.
That singular, deeply maternal gesture instantly vaporized the very last shreds of sanity Bell had managed to regain after finishing.
"It's things like that, Aisha-san!!♡"
"Ah♡ Geez, you really are a hopeless boy~♡"
Pinned firmly beneath him once again in a swift reversal of positions, Aisha smiled softly, a look of profound satisfaction on her face, and willingly permitted the continuation of round two. Having emptied his blinding, pent-up frustration once, Bell regained a sliver of terrifying reason. This time, instead of raw, unbridled violence, he listened closely to Aisha's breathless advice, attacking her deepest sweet spots with devastating, calculated precision.
It was different from the mindless, desperate ravaging from before, but it served the exact same primal, inescapable urge of a male utterly subjugating a female to impregnate her. It pushed the Amazon to the absolute, unreachable pinnacle of pleasure.
And so, after finishing their umpteenth round of sex, the sun fully setting outside, an utterly exhausted Bell and a thoroughly conquered Aisha lay side by side on the ruined bed. They engaged in quiet, intimate idle chatter, the fire finally sated. The story concluded with a highly detailed, graphic depiction of his potent seed swimming deep inside her, striking its mark within her womb to spark new life.
Back in the real world, the real Aisha gasped, her back arching off the mattress as she hit her own violent climax, her release perfectly synchronized with the turning of the final page. She lay there for a long moment, chest heaving, the scent of her own arousal heavy in the quiet room. She stared at the ceiling, a profound, dangerous realization settling over her.
"Bell Cranel's child, huh…" she whispered to the empty room, a low, throaty chuckle escaping her. "Well then. Maybe I should stop holding back for Haruhime's sake and start actively making my move."
Her protective, teasing fondness for the boy had just evolved into a genuine, predatory drive. Humming a cheerful, upbeat tune, Aisha practically bounced off the bed. She quickly freshened up and stepped out of her room in incredibly high spirits, already planning to march straight down the street to place a very specific, very expensive custom order at the finest boutique in the Pleasure Quarter.
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