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Grant（EN）
🕑 Added 2024-02-24 10:00:00 +0000 UTC※Please download the zip file of the game data in movie and sound novel format before enjoying the game.
※Includes depictions of sexual acts with supporting characters.
“Mm... Ngh... Ah…”
The prostitute was reasonably well built, but his voice had begun to choke up a while ago.
At first he moaned even too loudly, but from around our third time his responses started to lessen.
I grab his hips, him on all fours in front of me, and push into him forcefully, then pull back.
Each time I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in to the base, the semen already inside him slides around and coats me.
I was stretching his ass to its limit, and his hole was turning red.
“Hey what's the problem. Try to enjoy it at least.”
“Ah... I... c-can't…”
Ignoring his cry, I smack my hips into him extra hard.
His narrow, deep insides forced open, he curves his back and croaks out a high-pitched “aahh!" as his ass quivers.
I hold him down forcefully as he pulls forward his hips to escape from the pleasure coursing through his body that I've given him.
His insides continue to squeeze down in waves on my throbbing cock.
I'm certain he's reached orgasm, but nothing comes out.
I don't remember how many times I've made him cum, but at some point nothing started to come out.
Our bodies stick together.
A bead of sweat drips from my chin. Each time I thrust deep inside, the muffled sound of his ass and my crotch meeting echoes around the room.
My ragged breathing and the prostitute's voice, already close to groans instead of gasps and moans, intertwine in the dark.
“Kuh... Mnh--I'm gonna cum”
The gaps between our bodies meeting grow shorter, and as I force myself even deeper inside him, cum gushes out from my cock.
At the same time as I cum, a hoarse sigh escapes my partner's lips.
Cum overflows unendingly from my cock, and the prostitutes's ass seemingly unconciously tightens around me as if to hold it in.
At that moment, the strength dissipates from his body, and his tight hole too starts to loosen.
I slip my still hard cock out of him and slowly raise myself up, wiping the sweat off my body.
Maybe he too... I think for a second, but he's completely lost consciousness.
As I lay him face down I notice, whether with semen, squirt, or perhaps from incontinence... his crotch is soaked.
“Shit…”
Though my desire was not yet satiated, I was a good way there.
I reached up and rang the bell on the wall.
It's there to call for the workers of the brothel.
In the gloom, I take a cigar and light it.
Tasting the cigar,I turn towards the window.
The moon is invisible through the smog.
What I see instead is the town, slipping into the dark abyss of the night.
Looking back behind me I see two men and two women, three on the bed and the other on the sofa, all with legs splayed, left lying as I used them.
All unconcious, the cum I poured into them trickles from their crotches and down their thighs.
……
…
A sigh escapes me at the sight.
I return my gaze to the outside.
As I smoke my cigar and gaze lazily at the town, an astonished voice speaks up.
“What a state!”
I look back to see the owner of the brothel stood in the doorway.
”Grant! I know we make our living off this, but there's such thing as a limit”
“...I know that. But it's not enough for me.”
I had no intention of being lectured to.
It's simply not in my nature.
I look down to my crotch.
Despite only just having ejaculated, my cock, reddening from thorough use, was already erect, veins popping.
At the sight of me the owner sighs and leaves the room.
Left alone, I sigh again.
I return to the bed where the prostitutes, used outlets of my desire, lie unconscious, and sit down on the corner.
Looking up to the ceiling, my hands somehow find their way to my crotch.
“... Mnh…”
Before I can even think, my hands begin to move on their own, jerking slowly up and down.
Covered in cum and lube, my cock hardens in my hands.
Whether I call it my natural instincts or simply a strong libido, the burning desire within me remains unsatiated.
Growing up I've had some romances, but there are still days like today when I'm overcome by an intense and impulsive desire, no matter how many people I fuck.
Looking around, I wonder if anyone looks like they could go for another round, but it seems they're all deep in pleasant dreams, with no sign of arousal.
Their expressions, stamina depleted beyond their limits, are surely proof they've been filled with pleasure and not anguish.
They say I'm a good fuck, what with fiendish blood in my veins. Good for them.
That said, even I have the tact not to violate an unconscious human.
Even still, no matter how much I do it my body cries for more.
At those times, no matter how much I try to hold back I can't help myself. Now was one of those times.
At this point, instead of violating the first body I can find, getting myself off is the best course of action.
If I didn't do that, I'd lose even the last remaining scraps of my reason and morality.
With a clear mind, I begin to jerk myself off.
No technique or novelty, I do it simply to ejaculate.
Even though I just came, the precum starts to leak from the tip.
The viscous substance is mixed under my hand as I stroke my shaft, creating an obscene sound.
“... U-unh…”
A gulp comes from my throat.
It feels as though if I held my cock even a little tighter, I could cum straight away.
My breathing becomes rough, and the obscene sounds echoing in the room grow louder.
Come to think of it, I wonder how many times I've ejaculated today.
I came in each of them twice so, nine, ten times...? Even for me that's monstrous, I think, but as I edge closer to orgasm the thought disappears.
“Kuh-...Hahh... Mm…”
I let out a moan, overcome with lust.
I feel the intense jerking of my cock throughout my whole body.
My thoughts grow fuzzy as from deep within my body a feeling I've felt countless times before begins to rise to the surface once again.
My hips lift unconsciously with the intense pleasure of a rushing sensation through my shaft.
I lift my head and shut my eyes as, gripping my cock with only the slightest pressure, a copious amount of cum bursts from the tip.
Despite having ejaculated countless times already, the cum now scattered over the sheets was still thick, as if representing the strength of my endless desire and hunger, and it stood out without seeping into the fabric.
I let out the breath I was holding, and throw myself back onto the bed.
……
…
My hands fumble for a cigar by the pillow. Missing a few times, then eventually finding one, I bring it to my lips.
I light it and the smoke floats up into the darkness of the room, touching the ceiling and spreading out beneath it.
I stare absentmindedly at the smoke, not focusing on the taste of my well-earned cigar.
“Ahh... I'm starving…”
Stretching myself out, I narrow my eyes and watch the smoke.
My stomach's hunger and the hunger I feel deep within are two completely different things.
But when I eat at my regular spot, it feels like both hungers are somewhat satiated.
“Damn, I'd kill for his cooking right now…”
But there's no one here to respond to my mutterings.
So thinking to myself, I look up at my cigar, and watch it slowly grow shorter.
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