Chapter 23: You Never Said This Was the Overtime Pay!
Aeron suddenly felt like he was practically a superhero.
Just hours earlier, he had been preparing to infiltrate the auction.
Then, he unexpectedly encountered Phrolova, battled her for what felt like three hundred rounds, and managed to defeat her with all his might.
After that, he chased down the person who framed him, extracted information from them, obtained what he needed, and then cleaned house.
Now, he had actually carried Zani on his back, following her drunken yet absurdly accurate intuition, and found her home.
Although he knew that Resonators had significantly better physical abilities than ordinary people, he never imagined they could accomplish something like this.
"I'm going in, okay?"
After asking a question that received no response, Aeron struggled to fish the keys out of Zani's coat pocket and opened her front door. After another round of fumbling, he finally managed to lay Zani, who had been leaning against him, down on her bed.
It had to be said—dragging someone about his own size all the way here had left even Aeron feeling somewhat exhausted.
When he turned back, Zani was lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her gaze dazed, and her silver hair slightly disheveled against her face, adding a touch of laziness and... allure? that he hadn't seen before.
At a time like this, what Aeron needed to do was quite obvious.
"Just lie there for now, I'll get some water—?!"
Just as he was about to turn away, one of his hands was suddenly grabbed by Zani. Then, with a force he simply couldn't resist, he was pulled backward. By the time he regained his senses, he found himself pinned beneath Zani on the bed.
"?????"
What did this mean???
What was going on? How had he been reversed and pinned so directly?!
Shouldn't things like this involve more chatting first, raising affection levels, then giving gifts on special occasions to unlock special interactions, and only happening after a confession? How had he unlocked a special CG already?
This wasn't how it worked in the gal games he played in his past life!
As Aeron looked at Zani before him, both his heart and mind were in complete chaos.
"...What, are you expecting me to do something?"
Zani's hair cascaded down onto Aeron's face, carrying her breath along with the faintly intoxicating scent of her body right to him.
"N-No, not at all..."
Even as he said this, Aeron felt a bit guilty—and as for why he felt guilty, those who understood, understood.
"If you didn't want to, you could have just broken free with force."
"Uh... I've been trying to use force this whole time."
Aeron wasn't lying. From the moment he was pressed onto the bed, he had been trying to break free. Unfortunately, in front of Zani, his resistance was as if it didn't exist.
"...Huh?"
Using... force...?
Zani froze for a moment, and then a certain wicked thought gradually crept into her mind.
"Aeron, listen..."
As she spoke, she felt her body uncontrollably lean closer. Those crimson pupils were right before his eyes, clearly reflecting Aeron's image within them.
"...Overtime pay. Give it to me now."
"I-I-I never said I wouldn't give it to you!"
"..."
"What kind of overtime pay are you even talking about?"
No sooner were the words of complaint out of Aeron's mouth than they were silenced by a kiss from Zani.
He breathed in a fiery breath that reeked of wine. Her eyes, normally heavy with exhaustion, blazed with a black and possessive passion. Then and there, Aeron's mental faculties shut down. He didn't have time to react when Zani grasped his jaw with the irrevocable grip of a vice.
"Too late to run now."
Her nose brushed against his cheek as she emitted a soft, triumphant laugh. The muffled shredding of fabric came next as she tore his collar open with her fingers. Her touch landed on the pulse pounding within his throat, pressing against it as if she were claiming its rhythm.
"Z-Zani, wait. Let's calm down first—"
The final thread of his reasoning hung by a thread. Zani had always been his steady ally—how could he draw this particular boundary?
"Just as all this can happen."
Her knee pushed insistently between his legs, rubbing through the fabric to the thickening form, holding him to the bed, and her tail contracted around the other leg, a twisting hold from which he couldn't escape.
"This time, no matter what you say, I won't let you get away."
She leaned down, her teeth scraping his Adam's apple in a sharp, possessive nip, shattering the last of his resistance.
Her palm pressed flat against his chest, exploring the racing, galloping pulse of his heart before trailing down, across the hard plane of his stomach.
"Your heart is racing so fast." She lifted herself slightly, her eyes burning, focused intensely on him, her hips pressing down, so he could sense the wetness building in her pussy. "You want this every bit as much as I do."
"Uh... Could you just be a little softer, please? Mmh!"
His sarcasm was lost in the force of her kiss, deeper this time, her tongue delving into his mouth with an urgent impatience. Always talking, she thought, a spark of raw need flashing through her. She could shut him up in ways he couldn't contest.
Her mouth left his, moving down his neck and chest with wet, open kisses. She used her teeth to rip open the last buttons of his shirt. Her lips traced his sternum, lingering at the spot where the Echoes had once pierced him. And then she continued lower, her tongue darting out to taste the skin above his belt.
Her kiss was warm, a sensation that contrasted with the coolness of his chest.
"Did it hurt. back then?" she whispered, her tongue tracing his abs before dipping into the hollow of his navel.
Aeron shook, a full-body tremor that was every bit of reaction to the ache of desire coiled tightly in his abdomen, feeling Zani's supple breasts pressing against his cock.
"Next." Her fingertips dug into the waistband of his pants, pulling them and him inexorably downward in one rough motion, her voice reduced to a husky, hungry sound. "I'll make you forget everything but my name."
"W-Wait. Zani, don't we have work tomorrow? This is..."
"Quiet!"
Her hand was over his mouth, her eyes holding his in a burning command. "Now, you do not think, you do not worry, you simply feel. I am in charge. Understand?"
He nodded, and her smile flashed with a feral light.
The last, choking warning was cut short by her hand closing around his length tightly, her fingers circling on his cock to find him hard and aching, his tip wet and slick with anticipation.
The broken gasp was her only reward. She touched him, once, twice, her fingers a skilled mix of torture and promise, her thumb flirting lightly over the tip before leaning down to take him into the wet, burning heat of her mouth.
He moaned out, his back bowing off the mattress. She didn't let up, her head moving, until he was quivering on the edge, his fingers twisted in her silvery hair. Only then did she pull back with a nasty, wet sound, her own breath coming in sharp puffs.
He was stripped bare, and she admired him for a moment—his flush, the tension in his abdomen, the absolute nakedness in his eyes, before she moved, dispensing with her clothing in a few quick motions, baring the sleek curves of her body, the tangle of her silver pubic hair, the wetness there that showed her need.
"I can't hold back," Aeron gritted out, the words raw and strained. His control, so meticulously maintained, was a shredded thing. "Not this time."
Zani's only answer was a smile that was all sharp edges. She moved, straddling his hips, her wet pussy hovering just above his aching cock. For a torturous moment, she held there, slowly grinding her labia against his burning cock, letting him feel the warmth.
He couldn't take it. A growl tore from his throat, primal and possessive. His hands shot up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, and he yanked her down at the same moment he thrust up.
"Yes... oh fuck yes... you're so deep inside me..."
The joining was brutal, absolute. A single, plunging stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her.
He was inside of her in a single thrust, a solid, claiming presence that made Zani cry out, a sharp, shattered sound that was part shock, part profound relief.
"Mmm~~~!? Mmm~~~ Mmmm~~~"
For a heartbeat, they were frozen, locked together, trembling with the violence of the connection. He was impossibly deep, and she was impossibly full, stretched and burning. He watched her face, saw her crimson eyes go wide and dark, her lips part on a silent gasp.
"Aeron—" she managed, but it was less a name and more a plea.
He moved. His grip on her hips became iron, guiding her as he set a relentless, driving rhythm. There was no finesse, no art. This was pure need, a frantic race toward their climax. Every drag out was a torment, every slam back in a brutal benediction. The wet, slick sounds of their coupling filled the room, a filthy, perfect counterpoint to their ragged breaths.
"Mmmmpphhhh!!!"
Zani met him, move for move. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his sweat-slicked chest, her hair a silver curtain around their faces. Her hips rolled and ground against his, taking him even deeper, chasing the friction that coiled her own tension tighter and tighter.
"More," she panted against his mouth, her teeth grazing his lower lip. "Don't you dare stop."
He wouldn't.
The world narrowed to the clutch of her body around him, hot and tight and perfect. To the slap of skin on skin. To her scent, salt and sweat and her, drowning him. He shifted his angle, and her cry this time was higher, broken. He did it again, and again, each thrust hitting her sweet spots that made her clench her pussy walls around him like a vise.
"Ahhnn~~~ mmm~~~!! Ahhhnnn~~!!!"
He could feel the gathering storm in his own balls, a white-hot pressure threatening to detonate. Above him, Zani was tightening, her rhythm starting to fracture into desperate, shallow bucks.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough.
Her eyes flew open, meeting his. In them, he saw the same wild, unraveling edge. It was the final spark.
"Come for me," he growled, and it was an order, a prayer.
He plunged into her one last, devastating time, balls-deep, and held. The convulsion that ripped through her was instantaneous. She screamed, her back arching violently, her inner muscles milking him in pulsating waves. That exquisite, relentless pull tore his own climax from him. It crashed over him, a blinding, roaring tide that emptied him into her, wave after wave of pure, shuddering heat, until he was spent, hollowed out, and whole.
They collapsed together in a heap of trembling limbs, still joined, their breaths sobbing in the suddenly quiet air. The only sound was the frantic hammering of their hearts, slowly, slowly beginning to find a shared, exhausted rhythm.
...
By the time Aeron came to his senses and opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
And it would be much later when he finally realized he'd been thoroughly devoured.
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