Ryuji didn't say a word.
Because it hurt. Not in the way of wounds or exhaustion — but in that sharp, electric way that came from the tight, rhythmic tension of Chobung's body trembling around him. Her breathing was ragged, her posture awkward. But it wasn't pain that made her tremble.
She was moving — already. Her hips, trained and powerful, began seeking friction with a raw, uncoordinated hunger, clumsily grinding against him as if trying to figure out what would make her body pleasure.
Ryuji gritted his teeth and started moving too.
Goddamn. Holding her felt right. Tight, firm muscles coiled under smooth skin, a warrior's physique softened just enough in the right places. And the moment he began thrusting in earnest, she wasn't just accepting it — she responded, matching his rhythm with greedy, hungry intent. Compared to her, both Erina and Tsunade had been passive. Reserved.
But Chobung? She was fire — rough, unpolished, and real.
And there it was again — the numbing edge. That strange sensation he'd felt ever since they started. The warmth and pressure inside her were as intense as ever, but something dulled the usual flood of pleasure. It was like he could feel everything and nothing at once.
Her poison.
Of course. Chobung's venom was at work again — not enough to numb his senses entirely, but enough to throw everything off-kilter. Not dull like a painkiller — more like everything had a film over it, like he was wrapped in silk and fire all at once.
But here was the wildest part — when her toxin touched his dick, it produced a miraculous reaction.
Every movement fed into this strange, hypersensitized loop. He could feel her heat, the pressure, the suction — but he was held just shy of the edge. No matter how hard he went, no matter how deep or how hard he slammed into her, he couldn't finish.
His climax function was paralyzed. Temporarily disabled.
And the thrill of that — of being able to go all out — drove him mad.
He pounded into her violently, slapping against her toned ass with loud, wet smacks that echoed in the enclosed room. She moaned with a sound somewhere between rage and desperation.
"Wait—! You bastard! You—!"
Her voice cracked, trembling. Not with fear — with pleasure. Her body didn't know how to handle it. Chobung, the war-hardened brawler, was more used to enduring pain than being consumed by pleasure. Ryuji's assault shattered her defenses.
And he wasn't stopping.
Her powerful thighs shook beneath him, no longer sure if they were trying to brace, flee, or pull him in deeper. She tilted her head back, baring her throat, moaning uncontrollably. When she came, it was with a full-body shudder that made her nearly collapse in his arms.
But then it hit him — a new sensation.
She was leaking something different now.
Hot. Acidic. Powerful.
Another dose of her venom, more potent this time. It burned slightly as it touched him — not enough to hurt, but enough to tell him that the stakes had just been raised.
He checked his 7 Days to Die status. His HP had dropped — just a sliver. But it confirmed his suspicion.
"She's releasing more poison now…" he murmured, eyes glowing.
But he wasn't about to back off.
He was right on the edge — stuck in that cruel limbo just before climax — and he couldn't stop until he tipped over. His thrusts turned brutal, animalistic. One hand gripped her thigh, the other clamped on her bouncing breasts, and he hammered her harder.
"Stop—! Stop it…!"
She writhed beneath him, half crying, half cursing. She'd faced down Galina's blood-rage before — survived beatdowns that would kill most warriors. But this was worse. Not because it hurt, but because it didn't stop. The feeling she of pleasure with a mix of pain and intense happiness.
And Ryuji? He was relentless.
When he finally came — violently, deeply — it was like releasing a damn built up over hours. He spilled himself into her in thick, pulsing waves, filling her womb to the brim. Her insides clenched around him, milking every drop as she moaned into his chest.
She lay sprawled, twitching. Her breath came in short, wet gasps, eyes glazed with the remnants of multiple orgasms. She couldn't even move her arms. The heat pooling inside her was unbearable — too much.
"Damn, that's a lot…" Ryuji muttered, pressing her belly gently, he saw the sticky white liquid ooze out in slow, creamy trails. "But not all of it's mine."
He wasn't wrong.
His body still felt stiff — his lower half was ready for more — but his core was giving out. The poison's effect might've made him into a god of stamina, but his body had its limits.
He gave her soft breasts a parting squeeze and sighed.
"No point in pushing it. she is already exhausted."
And it was true — her body was wrecked, legs trembling, slick and sticky from their intense session. He wanted to go again — her ass and tits were too damn tempting not to — but he didn't want to break her.
Not yet.
"First time and I still didn't get to use that mouth. Kind of a shame…"
He glanced at her lips, still parted, then washed himself off with a jug of water and shook his head.
"She'd probably dislocate her jaw trying. Besides… more venom? No thanks."
But just as he laid down, ready to sleep, he gave her butt a playful slap.
Only for her to flinch and snap her eyes open.
"…What did you just say?" she growled, voice hoarse.
"I said I'll let you off easy. This time."
That did it.
Her eyes flared. Chobong the stubborn was back.
"Let me off?! You bastard—! I'll drain you dry! Don't think I'm done just because I collapsed once!"
She shoved his hand off her and lunged for his cock again — this time, with her mouth.
He felt the poison taking effect again.
Ryuji froze.
"…Oh for fuck's sake."
This woman… just wouldn't quit.
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