Every Time I Get Creampied, My Stats Go Up—Send Help!

by Quicksliver

Summary:

Orihime wakes up naked in a bizarre fantasy world with no idea how she got there—and no clothes to speak of. Things go from bad to humiliating when she’s attacked by slimes that flood her with heat and trigger a mysterious HUD, revealing her body now powers up from creampies. Confused, horny, and horrified, she stumbles into the woods… and straight toward her first “stat boost.” Follow her along as she grows even stronger and stronger!

Chapter 1: Woke Up Naked, Got a Stat Screen, and Something Called a Creampie Counter?

Every Time I Get Creampied, My Stats Go Up—Send Help!

Bleach

Orihime Inoue

Chapter 1: Woke Up Naked, Got a Stat Screen, and Something Called a Creampie Counter?

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The first thing Orihime felt was the wet kiss of morning dew on her bare skin. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes damp, as the earthy scent of moss and sweet, unfamiliar flowers filled her senses. She lay facedown on a lush bed of greenery, the soft give of moss beneath her hips pressing her rear high into the air, spine curved delicately, leaving her long legs parted slightly by the natural slope of the ground. Her skin gleamed—slick with moisture—each droplet catching the light that filtered through the canopy above. Her vibrant orange hair was splayed around her like a fan, the strands tangled with blades of grass and wild petals, clinging slightly to her shoulders and neck.

A faint groan escaped her lips as she stirred, her body sluggish and trembling with lingering disorientation. When she tried to shift her weight, her breasts dragged softly against the moss, the sensation startling her into a gasp. Her full, pillowy mounds were heavy with moisture, swaying with even the smallest movement, the cool air teasing their undersides. Her nipples were pert and stiff—rosy peaks darkened and puckered tightly from the morning chill. Her arms, trembling and bare, pushed beneath her as she struggled to rise, but the position only made her painfully aware of how exposed she was—her wide, round hips raised, her plump bottom slick with dew, and the sensitive folds between her legs fully revealed to the open air.

Then it appeared—sudden and silent—a soft chiming sound echoing faintly in her mind as a glowing blue screen blinked into view. Hovering in her vision like a projection, the interface gleamed with otherworldly clarity.

[Welcome, Orihime Inoue]
Class: Unknown
Equipment: None
Status: ✦ Vulnerable ✦ Sensitive ✦ Fertile
Hidden Skill: “Creampie Conversion” — Gain +1 to all stats per creampie received.
Current Creampie Count: [0]
(?) Tap for explanation…

She froze, her wide, cinnamon-brown eyes going even rounder as she stared at the floating display. The soft blue glow danced across her skin, illuminating the trembling curve of her breasts and the quiver in her thighs. Panic bubbled up in her chest as her hands flew to cover herself—arms awkwardly trying to hide her chest, her thighs pressing together instinctively. “W-What the heck is a creampie…?” she whimpered, voice thick with confusion and embarrassment, her cheeks flushed hot with shame as the word echoed ominously in her head. Her lips trembled. Even without knowing what it meant, her gut told her… it couldn’t be good.

….

Orihime stumbled through the glowing forest, each step unsteady, her bare feet sinking slightly into the soft, luminous grass. Bioluminescent leaves rustled high above her, casting shimmering teal and violet light across the tree trunks and her flushed, glistening skin. Her arms remained crossed tightly over her chest, but they could do little to restrain the motion of her breasts—each one heavy and full, bouncing softly with every cautious step. Dew clung to her inner thighs and calves, dripping slowly down as she moved, tickling her skin and sending jolts of sensation up her spine. She shivered, not from cold, but from the ceaseless, maddening sensitivity overtaking her.

The floating HUD trailed just ahead of her vision like a ghost she couldn’t escape, its soft chime now familiar.

[Arousal Level: 33%]
Note: Magic saturation increasing. Sexual vulnerability may trigger random effects.

She whimpered as she read it, eyes darting nervously between the screen and her surroundings. “What does that mean?” she muttered, voice barely above a whisper. Every patch of wind that passed between the trees caressed her bare skin like a curious hand—brushing her exposed stomach, dipping between her breasts, swirling against the plushness of her thighs. The mossy earth beneath her feet felt almost indecent in its softness, like it was trying to draw her downward, closer.

Eventually, she came upon a shallow stream cutting through the trees like a silver ribbon. Moonlight—or something like it—danced on its surface. Grateful for the chance to cleanse herself, Orihime stepped carefully into the water. It was warm—not hot, but unnaturally pleasant—and immediately began to ripple in strange patterns around her ankles and calves. She lowered herself slowly, trembling as the water reached her hips, then her navel, then her breasts. As the stream engulfed her, the HUD flickered again.

The moment her nipples dipped beneath the surface, a sharp, electric tingle bloomed across her chest. She gasped—eyes flying open, her hands instinctively grabbing at her breasts. “Nnh—w-why does it feel like that…?” she breathed. The water shimmered unnaturally around her, glowing in faint pulses that seemed to respond to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The deeper she soaked, the more it clung to her skin like liquid silk—caressing her curves, teasing her inner thighs. Her nipples throbbed, visibly flushed and swollen, brushing against the current with every breath. Her legs shifted, thighs pressing together on instinct as her body tensed, hips wriggling minutely under the water’s touch.

She panted softly, face flushed, trying to calm herself. But then—just as she began to rise—a noise. A rustle, not far off, from the trees behind her. Something low. Heavy. Wet-sounding.

Orihime froze, chest rising and falling rapidly, droplets of glowing water slipping down the slopes of her breasts. Her heart pounded in her ears. She turned slowly—eyes wide, lips parting.

“…Who’s there?” she whispered.

From the shifting brush, three slimes emerged—each one a jiggling orb of translucent blue and violet gel, their movements rhythmic and wet, like droplets made sentient. They bounced with eerie grace, their glossy, quivering bodies catching the glow of the forest light. Orihime stumbled back, her eyes wide with disbelief, one arm instinctively covering her chest while the other reached behind to brace herself on a rock. Her heart pounded in her throat as the creatures bobbed closer, their bodies pulsing with a faint, internal glow.

Suddenly, with a sound like a suctioned pop, one of the slimes launched a glob of fluid. It arced through the air with unnatural accuracy, striking squarely across her upper chest. The glowing serum splashed against the soft slope of her right breast, running thickly down between them—only to vanish the moment it touched her skin, absorbed as if her body drank it in. The sensation that followed was immediate.

[Status Effect: Arousal Serum – Heat triggered]
Arousal Level: 89% → 100%
Nipples fully erect. Clitoris engorged. Vaginal moisture: MAX.

Her eyes shot open as if a jolt of lightning had struck her spine. “A-ahh—!” she gasped, the sound escaping her throat unbidden. Her back arched violently, spine curving like a bow, and her breasts bounced in the air as if tugged upward by invisible strings. The cool forest air was no longer felt—replaced by an overwhelming heat that pooled in her belly and surged downward between her thighs. Her nipples ached, stiff and hypersensitive, brushing lightly against her arm with maddening friction. Every heartbeat pulsed between her legs, her clit throbbing with intensity, her sex dripping uncontrollably down her thighs.

Another glob struck—this time lower. The splash of slime hit her inner thigh and oozed upward as it was absorbed, sending a hot, crawling wave of pleasure directly to her core. Her legs buckled beneath her. She collapsed to her knees, breath ragged, the moss soft and damp against her bare shins. “N-no… I c-can’t…!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with panic and unwanted need. One hand clutched her lower belly, while the other moved almost involuntarily between her legs—pressing desperately against the aching wetness there, fingers slipping over slick, swollen folds.

But somewhere beneath the haze of lust and the heat invading every inch of her flesh, instinct screamed at her to run. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to crawl backward, her slick thighs quivering. With a shaky breath, she scrambled to her feet—legs barely supporting her—and stumbled away, panting, fleeing through the glowing forest as the slimes bounced after her, leaving only the pulsing echo of her arousal and the wet trail down her legs behind.

Orihime stumbled blindly through the glowing woods, limbs heavy, heart racing, her soaked thighs rubbing together with every frantic step. The sensations between her legs hadn’t dulled—in fact, they only seemed to grow more maddening with time. Each desperate breath fanned the fire in her core, and every beat of her heart sent pulses of heat straight to her center. When she finally spotted the hollow of a massive, ancient tree—its interior dry, dim, and sheltered—she collapsed inside, trembling violently.

The bark was coarse against her bare skin as she sank forward, chest heaving. Her heavy breasts spilled onto the curved interior wall of the hollow, pressing softly into the bark, sweat beading in the valley between them and trailing down to her navel. Her nipples, still painfully stiff, brushed the rough surface, drawing a broken whimper from her throat. Her thighs, slick with arousal, trembled uncontrollably—every muscle taut with denied release. Her hands fisted weakly at the moss beneath her, and her breath stuttered as she tried to calm her body’s unrelenting hunger.

Then the HUD pinged again. Soft. Inevitable.

[ Status : Arousal Lingering… Relief Recommended]
[Tip: First creampie will stabilize stats.]

“Wh-why does it keep saying that?!” she cried out, voice cracking with frustration and shame. Her face flushed deep red, eyes welling with helpless tears as she curled her arms under her head. Her full, flushed lips parted in slow, shallow gasps, sweat mingling with the glow-dust clinging to her skin. Her body knew what it wanted—what it needed—but her mind clung desperately to reason, to modesty, to fear.

But as she lay there, the world beyond the tree fading into silence, her thighs twitched again—unbidden, spasming slightly with each pulse of her still-engorged clit. Her hips shifted in her sleep, subtly grinding into the moss as her consciousness began to blur. The damp warmth between her legs had soaked the moss beneath her, and her dreams descended into a haze of panting mouths, strong hands, and thick, unreal heat.

And just above her fluttering lashes, the HUD glowed faintly in the dark—

Creampie Counter: [0]

—still waiting.

….

The sun had long vanished beyond the glowing treetops, leaving the forest in a dreamlike shimmer. Orihime, utterly spent, had finally found shelter again—a low stone outcrop nestled between twisted roots and mossy boulders. She sank beside it, the hard stone cool against her back and thighs, a welcome contrast to the sticky sheen of sweat that clung to her skin. Her breath was shallow, her lips parted as she curled slightly on her side, chest rising and falling gently with every exhausted breath.

Her breasts shifted with her movements, the heavy orbs resting beneath her, flushed and slick from the humid air and lingering arousal. The soft swells glistened faintly in the moonlight, sensitive nipples grazing the moss below, drawing faint gasps with each unconscious twitch. Her legs folded close to her body, but it did little to disguise her vulnerability—her bare skin exposed, her inner thighs still sticky from her body’s frustrated desires. Her arms wrapped around herself—not for modesty, but comfort. Sleep came slow, and uneasy.

But then—crunch.

A sound. Deep and steady. Like stones grinding under immense weight.

Her eyes snapped open, wide and alert. She pushed herself up slightly, bare back pressed to the rock, her breath catching as the footfalls grew louder—closer. The air shifted, heavy with magic and musk. She turned—

And froze.

There, just beyond the cave’s natural arch, a shape filled the entryway. A towering goblin—twice her height, broad and monstrous—ducked beneath the arch, its massive frame scraping against the stone. Muscles bulged beneath pale green skin, cords of raw strength twitching as it moved with a predator’s precision. Strange, tribal tattoos pulsed along its arms and chest, the glowing lines dancing with faint red-orange light, as if reacting to her presence. Its eyes—small, sharp, gleaming with cruel hunger—locked onto her.

A harsh chime pierced the stillness. Her HUD blinked into view in vivid red:

[Warning: Elite Monster Detected – Size Class: XXXL]
Threat Level: Overwhelming
Status: Aroused

Orihime’s heart slammed against her ribs. “N-no—” she gasped, scrambling to her feet, legs shaky and slick with sweat. Her fingers clawed at the mossy stone, desperate to propel herself upright. But it was too late.

The goblin moved with unnatural speed—impossibly fast for something so large. In the blink of an eye, it was upon her, its towering shadow swallowing her form whole. A monstrous hand reached out, blocking her path, fingers digging into the earth beside her as she stumbled back, her bare foot slipping on the damp moss.

She screamed, stumbling again as the heat from the goblin’s body hit her like a wall—humid, raw, and radiating intent.

Her breath hitched.

The goblin’s massive hand closed around Orihime’s waist like a vice—his grip firm, calloused, and frighteningly controlled. With a single heave, he lifted her off the mossy ground as though she weighed nothing at all. Her bare legs kicked reflexively, her arms flailing before instinct forced her hands to clutch his thick wrist, her fingers unable to even wrap halfway around it. The wind was knocked from her lungs as her body rose, suspended helplessly in the air.

He adjusted her with terrifying ease, repositioning her so her back pressed flush against the hard wall of his torso. His skin was hot—coated in sweat that slicked against her own, the muscular ridges of his abdomen pressing into the curves of her spine. The rise and fall of his slow, predatory breathing made her body rock in his grip, each inhale rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her shoulder blades. Her feet dangled inches above the moss, toes curling uselessly as panic raced through her.

Then she felt it.

His cock—semi-erect but already impossibly thick—hung heavily beneath them, swaying with every movement of his body. Its sheer size made it feel like a limb of its own—girthy, veiny, and textured with an almost inhuman heat that radiated up her calves when it brushed them. As he adjusted his grip, hoisting her slightly higher, the massive shaft slapped wetly against the backs of her thighs, then lower, across her calves with a meaty, humid thud. Her breath hitched sharply, a strangled gasp catching in her throat as she glanced downward—only to see that it was still growing, thickening and rising, veins pulsing with glowing tribal lines that matched those etched into his arms and chest.

Her skin was feverish against his, her breasts jostling violently with each shift of his body, the soft mounds slick and bouncing helplessly in the open air. She couldn’t speak—her lips parted, but no sound came, only shallow, panicked breaths as she felt the full reality of his monstrous size pressing, throbbing, and preparing… behind her.

The goblin's thick, corded forearm slid up beneath Orihime’s chest, locking her firmly in place. His skin was hot and coarse—damp with sweat—and as he curled his muscled limb beneath her breasts, they lifted with a soft, wet squish, forced upward by the sheer breadth of his arm. Her breath hitched sharply, a soft cry stuttering in her throat as the heavy mounds shifted and bulged over the ridge of his forearm—plump and flushed, swaying slightly with every subtle motion of his powerful body.

The sensitive undersides of her breasts pressed against the uneven texture of his skin, and every breath she drew made them jiggle violently—her stiff nipples dragging faintly across the grit and heat of his arm. They throbbed now—not just from the chill of the air but from the lingering slickness left by the slimes, still clinging to her skin in an invisible sheen. Sweat beaded beneath them, caught in the deep curve of her cleavage, making her chest feel hot, flushed, and maddeningly tender. Each pulse of her arousal sent a fresh wave of ache through her body.

Her HUD flickered again—red, dominant, unrelenting.

[Status: Full Exposure – No Escape]
New Effect: “Mid-Air Domination” – Arousal gain doubled while held.

“No—l-let me go!” she cried, voice cracking with panic as she squirmed in his grip. Her body writhed, muscles straining, but she was held aloft like a toy—utterly dwarfed by his size and strength. Her legs kicked wildly, her smooth thighs flexing, feet barely brushing against his lower torso. The motion only made her breasts bounce harder—heavy, sweat-slick orbs flailing and quivering with each desperate twist of her hips.

Her flushed nipples, swollen and sensitive, were caught in a cruel friction between his rough forearm and the warm air, dragging and catching with every jolt. Her hair clung to her damp back in long, tangled strands as she struggled, the scent of sweat, moss, and faintly acrid magic swirling in her nose. Every heartbeat now echoed through her whole body, as the goblin’s unyielding hold kept her locked—exposed, vulnerable, and steadily pushed closer to a breaking point.

With one rumbling exhale through flared nostrils, the goblin shifted his grip again—massive fingers curling beneath Orihime’s thighs. In a single fluid motion, he lifted one leg, then the other, hooking his thick arm beneath her knees. Her body folded slightly in midair, helplessly cradled in his grip, her legs parted wide without resistance. Her smooth thighs trembled as they were spread open, glistening faintly in the low light, the pale skin slick from sweat and lingering slime. She gasped, her cheeks flushing even deeper, her arms flailing for balance though she was completely suspended—hovering above the mossy floor with her entire sex exposed to the warm air and the monster behind her.

Her dripping folds pulsed visibly, parted slightly by the natural spread of her legs, her engorged clit peeking out between them, red and tender. The cool breeze brushing against her open sex made her shiver, and she felt every drop of moisture clinging to her—trickling down, catching on her inner thighs, glimmering in the faint magical glow.

Then she felt him shift.

The goblin adjusted his stance, and with a deep, guttural grunt, he pressed her downward—grinding her soaked pussy directly against the thick ridge of his thigh. The contact was jarring. His skin was hot, rough like weathered leather, crisscrossed with hard muscle and faintly glowing veins. His thigh flexed like a tree trunk beneath her, massive and unyielding, easily wider than her waist. As her slick folds met the coarse warmth of his leg, she cried out, body jolting with the sudden, overwhelming friction.

“Nnnh—s-stop!” she whimpered, voice trembling as her hips twitched involuntarily. But the goblin only pulled her tighter, dragging her glistening slit slowly along the broad length of his thigh, the motion deliberate—slow, grinding, suffused with heat. The veined muscle beneath rubbed directly against her sensitive clit, coaxing a raw, wet sound from between her lips as her thighs spasmed in his hold. Her toes curled, her fingers digging into the air, and her flushed breasts bounced with every breathless writhe.

And all the while, her HUD flickered with a faint red glow—tracking every pulse, every point of contact—as her arousal surged silently toward yet another peak.

The goblin’s monstrous thigh moved in steady, grinding thrusts—each roll of his powerful muscle forcing Orihime’s slick, tender slit to slide along its heated surface. Every motion sent a fresh jolt of involuntary pleasure through her body, the thick cords of his leg pressing up between her folds, the friction raw and unforgiving. Her hips bucked reflexively, jerking in midair with each thrust, her legs trembling in his hold as she tried—and failed—to keep herself still.

Each grind forced her clit to catch along the thick, veined ridges of his skin, dragging wetly across the firm, glowing surface. Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, hips twitching with frantic, stuttered movements that only smeared more of her arousal along his leg. Her pussy—already dripping—glistened with every stroke, the slickness spreading, marking his thigh with a trail of glossy need.

Her breasts bounced wildly with every grind—large, soft mounds heaving with each gasp, their rhythm uncontrolled. The motion made them quake, the pale flesh rippling, each wobble punctuated by the bounce of her stiff, flushed nipples. Those swollen tips dragged back and forth across the rough plane of his forearm, which still locked her in place beneath her chest. The contact made her cry out—a breathless, stifled sound—as her nipples were teased relentlessly by the sweat-slick texture of his skin, each pass a cruel flicker of heat that shot straight to her core.

Then, her HUD blinked violently again.

[Arousal: 89% → 100%]
Orgasm Trigger: Approaching

“No—no! Stop—please!” she sobbed, voice cracking as tears began to bead at the corners of her eyes. Her chest hitched with each breath, her entire body trembling—not just from the overwhelming sensations, but from the terror of how good it felt despite her pleas. Her face was a mess of sweat, flushed pink with heat, strands of orange hair plastered to her cheeks.

But her body had begun to betray her.

Her pussy gushed—wet and eager—slick pouring freely from her, coating the goblin’s thigh with shimmering heat. Her inner walls fluttered with desperate spasms, clenching at nothing, her hips jerking forward even as she shook her head, trying to deny the building climax. Her muscles clenched tight, her spine arching slightly, and her breath hitched—high, panicked, and trembling—as the tension in her body began to spiral beyond her control.

The goblin rumbled low in his throat—a primal, eager sound—as his free hand moved from Orihime’s thigh to her chest. His massive fingers splayed across her sweat-slick breast, engulfing the entire soft mound with ease. He squeezed aggressively, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, pressing it upward before releasing and grabbing again, as if testing the weight, feeling the bounce, the heat, the softness of her trembling form. His rough palm dragged over the sensitive, flushed skin, and Orihime cried out, the sound choked and trembling as her nipple throbbed under the pressure.

He groped the other breast next, giving it the same rough, deliberate attention—gripping the fullness, kneading it hard, then cupping both in his massive hands like they were prizes meant for him alone. Her breasts spilled between his fingers, pale and gleaming, the slick of sweat and slime making them shine in the dim forest glow. Her body jolted with every squeeze, every pass of his thumb over her pebbled nipples. They were impossibly sensitive now, aching with pent-up arousal and stimulation.

Then, with a guttural grunt, the goblin lowered his head—and latched on.

He lifted her left breast high, the full orb bouncing slightly before he clamped his mouth over it. His lips sealed around the entire areola, sucking hard, tongue swirling in relentless circles. His mouth was wide, hot, and wet—drool mixing with sweat as his tongue dragged over the flushed skin, coating her in thick saliva as he slurped and sucked like a starving beast.

Orihime shrieked.

It was a raw, wet, helpless sound—a cry that echoed through the trees and bounced off the stone. Her back arched hard against his broad torso, her hips jerking again, her spine curving in response to the overwhelming heat surging from her nipple down to her core. Her hands flew to his head, fingers splaying helplessly through his damp, coarse hair—not to stop him, but because she had no idea what else to do. Her nipple vanished deeper into his mouth, his tongue lashing it mercilessly as his lips pulled and tugged in rhythmic, messy sucks.

Her entire body trembled in his grasp—breathless, teetering on the edge—and the HUD pulsed red, waiting for the inevitable.

Orihime’s body jolted as the goblin’s mouth clamped tighter around her nipple, his suction turning savage—slurping loudly, tongue swirling in hungry, wet laps over the engorged peak. Her full breasts bounced violently in his grasp, slick and swollen from constant handling, the pale skin glowing with a sheen of sweat and saliva. Droplets clung to the soft undersides, gliding down her heaving chest and dripping from her trembling nipples, the mix of fluids gleaming in the ambient light. Every pull of his mouth sent ripples through her flesh, her tits quivering like soft waves with every hungry suck.

Her breath broke into panicked, high-pitched gasps, each one faster and more desperate than the last. Her hips bucked helplessly in his hold, thighs trembling against his arm, her wet pussy grinding in the open air against nothing—slick folds twitching with each tiny convulsion of her body. She didn’t realize it at first—she couldn’t. But the moment hit like a strike of lightning.

She climaxed—suspended in the monster’s grip, locked mid-air and overwhelmed by sensations beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry, her head falling back, orange hair cascading down her slick shoulders and spine. Her pussy clenched tightly around empty space, walls fluttering, convulsing around nothing, every twitch forcing more slick arousal to gush freely down her inner thighs. Her toes curled, fingers digging into the goblin’s skin, and her entire form seized in a full-body spasm that left her shaking in place.

It wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced—wasn’t even something she thought the body could do. The orgasm rolled over her like a storm, deep and uncontrollable, stealing her breath and scattering her thoughts. Her skin prickled with heat, every nerve on fire, and her breasts bounced uncontrollably, rippling from the force of each trembling jerk, droplets flicking off them with every quake.

The HUD flashed a vibrant gold:

[Orgasm Achieved – No Penetration Bonus: +EXP]
Trait Gained : Breast Sensitivity (Severe)

The words hovered there as her body slackened, twitching in aftershocks, her flushed nipples still trapped in the goblin’s ravenous mouth. Her thighs twitched, her clit a pulsing beacon of overuse, and her mind reeled—barely able to grasp what had just happened.

Orihime hung limp in the goblin’s grip, her entire body quivering from the lingering tremors of her orgasm. Her limbs twitched faintly, slack with exhaustion, her head lolling back against his chest. Every breath she took was shallow and ragged, her flushed breasts rising and falling in rhythmic, uneven heaves. They glistened in the low light—slick with sweat, smeared with his saliva—each full mound trembling faintly with the residual aftershocks pulsing through her muscles. Her nipples, now painfully erect, were red and swollen from the assault of his mouth, throbbing with a hypersensitive ache that kept her from fully catching her breath.

The goblin snarled low in his throat—a sound that vibrated through his broad chest and rumbled against her back like a beast about to claim its prize. With a shift of his massive hands, he adjusted his grip—arms tightening around her legs and waist to hold her more firmly. The movement dragged her body slightly upward, her slick sex gliding lightly against the rough heat of his skin. And then she felt it.

A sudden, pulsing presence—hot, heavy, and unmistakable—brushed the back of her thigh.

Her eyes widened as her body stiffened against his, and she turned her head just enough to glimpse downward. What she saw made her breath hitch in her throat. His cock—now fully erect—was a monstrous, obscene slab of flesh. It jutted out from between his legs like a third limb, impossibly thick and veined, the girth alone wider than her wrist. The skin was a dark, angry green, ridged in places with bulging tribal veins that glowed faintly like the markings on his arms. The head was swollen, flushed to a deep purplish hue, leaking a thick bead of precum that slid heavily down its length before dripping onto the mossy stone below.

It twitched—brushing her slick thigh again—and the heat radiating off it was like an open flame. She could feel it throb against her skin, each pulse matching the racing thrum of her own panicked heartbeat.

“W-wait—no,” she gasped, her voice thin, cracking, desperate. “That won’t… it can’t fit—!”

Her hands pressed weakly against his arm, but her muscles betrayed her—still soft and heavy from orgasm. Her legs gave a feeble twitch in his hold, her body responding with primal dread as the impossible weight of his arousal loomed closer. Her flushed, glistening folds pulsed with residual heat, but now, fear mingled with the arousal lingering in her blood, and her breath caught once more as the goblin’s cock dragged lower, nudging the back of her thigh again… slow, inevitable.

With another rumbling breath, the goblin’s powerful arms shifted beneath Orihime—his massive hands splaying across her hips, fingers curling around her trembling waist with terrifying control. He lifted her effortlessly once more, muscles flexing, his chest heaving behind her slick, exhausted back. Her thighs, still twitching from her recent orgasm, quivered in his grip, the sensitive skin marked with streaks of arousal and the faint imprint of his earlier grip. Her legs parted out of instinct, or helplessness, or both—leaving her flushed, swollen pussy fully exposed to the heat rising below.

He adjusted her carefully, deliberately, her hips now held aloft above the thick crown of his cock. The head was monstrous—bulbous, engorged, and pulsing with heat—slick with precum and glowing faintly along the veins that twisted over its surface. It throbbed just beneath her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from it onto her soaked folds. The tip nudged forward, grazing her lower lips in slow, heavy passes that made her whimper, her body jolting with each maddening brush.

Her inner thighs spasmed violently, muscles twitching from overstimulation and anticipation alike. Her pussy clenched uselessly in the open air, glistening and flushed, fluttering as it hovered just a breath above the waiting crown. Her arms trembled, hands barely managing to press weakly against his forearm as her heart pounded in her ears.

Then, her HUD blinked into view—this time deeper red than ever before.

[Status: Penetration Event Triggered]
Warning: Size Differential Detected
Pleasure Surge may override Willpower

The words glowed ominously before her wide, panicked eyes as the goblin's grip tightened—and he began to lower her down.

The goblin's grip shifted with a final, commanding force—his hands tightening around Orihime’s trembling hips as he began to lower her, inch by inch, toward the throbbing crown of his cock. The bulbous head met her soaked, twitching folds with a slick, heated pressure, and in the same breathless instant, began to push inward. Her pussy lips parted slowly, achingly, the thick head spreading her open with a stretch far beyond what her body had ever known. The soft, slippery outer lips yielded first—but only just—resisting before the strain gave way to a burning, impossible intrusion.

Orihime’s entire body jolted, her back arching hard as the thick tip breached her entrance. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, eyes wide and glassy as the sensation tore through her—pleasure and pressure crashing together in a single, overwhelming burst. Her head fell back limply against the goblin’s broad, damp shoulder, hair clinging to the sweat along her neck. Her flushed skin trembled, nipples standing painfully stiff atop her bouncing breasts, which jiggled and shook violently with every tremor running down her spine.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one caught between disbelief and overwhelmed sensation. Her slick inner walls spasmed around the enormous tip, muscles fluttering helplessly as they tried—and failed—to adjust. The goblin didn’t thrust yet. He only held her there, impaled just on the head, letting the unnatural stretch settle in her twitching, dripping core. Her chest heaved, the weight of her breasts swaying with every panicked breath, streaked with sweat, saliva, and her own trembling fear.

Orihime’s breath hitched, caught somewhere between a sob and a moan as the goblin began to lower her further—slow, deliberate, merciless. The fat crown of his cock, already forcing her lips wide, sank deeper into her, and her pussy responded with frantic spasms, clenching tightly in resistance and helpless need. Her slick folds stretched obscenely around the thick shaft, gliding over its ridges with wet, audible friction, each new inch pushing her limits further than she thought possible.

Her inner walls fluttered wildly, trying to adjust, failing to contain the monstrous girth invading her. Her body trembled, skin flushed deep crimson from head to toe, sweat beading across her back, running between her breasts, glistening on her thighs. Her stomach tensed, then bulged faintly with every deeper press—the sheer size of the goblin's cock visible just beneath her skin. She gasped with every pulse of movement, her hands grabbing at the goblin’s forearm and wrist, though she had no strength left to stop him.

Her pussy stretched further, the slick sounds between her legs growing wetter, more desperate, as her body was slowly—inevitably—spread open, inch by inch, swallowing more of the throbbing shaft that refused to stop.

Orihime’s fingers dug into the goblin’s thick, veined forearm where it wrapped beneath her chest—her nails scraping uselessly against the hard muscle as her body trembled in his grasp. Her legs kicked weakly, thighs flexing and quaking in the air as she struggled against the slow, overwhelming descent. “F-Fuck!” she gasped, voice cracking with panic and disbelief, her eyes wide and unfocused. “You’ll break me—!”

And for a moment—it felt like she would.

The goblin’s cock continued its inexorable path into her, inch after inch spreading her folds impossibly wide. Her pussy twitched violently, muscles fluttering with overstimulation, trying to resist the sheer size intruding deeper than anything ever had. Her inner walls clung to every ridge and vein of the monstrous shaft, pulsing with wet desperation, already bulging outward around the thickness. Her hips jolted, her spine arched—tears springing to the corners of her eyes as the pressure built to a fever pitch.

But then—something shifted.

A warm pulse, deep and strange, spread through her core like a silent ripple of magic. Her body responded—not by tearing, but by adapting. The pain dulled. The stretch, still intense and overwhelming, smoothed into a raw, impossible fullness. Her walls softened, just slightly, enough to yield without damage. The impossible tightness began to transform… into pleasure. Her head lolled back, a choked moan escaping her parted lips as her inner muscles squeezed tighter, then fluttered again in growing need.

Her HUD blinked, chiming softly in her vision.

[New Trait Gained: Stretch Resilience – No Damage from Oversized Penetration]

Her chest heaved as the new reality settled into her limbs—her magical body wasn’t breaking. It was built to endure. To stretch. To feel. Her panic didn’t vanish completely, but it dulled beneath the rising tide of sensation blooming through her abdomen and curling down her thighs.

And all the while, her body continued to slide lower—inch by inch—around the goblin’s thick, throbbing cock.

With a deep, guttural snarl vibrating through his chest, the goblin tightened his grip on Orihime’s hips—massive hands locking her in place. Her breath hitched in a sharp gasp, eyes going wide, body still trembling in his grasp. Then, with a single, brutal motion, he thrust upward.

The impact was seismic.

Orihime’s entire body jolted as his cock drove into her fully—completely—burying itself to the hilt in one overwhelming surge. Her pussy, already stretched to its limit, was forced to take every last inch of the monstrous shaft. Her breath exploded from her lungs in a high, broken cry as her belly distended visibly, bulging slightly around the base of his cock, the outline faint beneath her skin. The wet slap of their bodies echoed off the stone around them, her ass crashing against his thighs with obscene force.

Her arms flailed, hands gripping his arm in a white-knuckled grasp. Her eyes rolled, her mouth hung open—no sound, just the silent shock of being filled so completely. Her inner walls clenched helplessly around the intruding mass, spasming wildly in response, milking him even as her body trembled from the aftershock of the sudden, merciless penetration.

He was inside her. All of him.

To the hilt.

Orihime's body strained in the goblin’s grasp, suspended in a trembling arch of taut, glistening flesh. Her breath caught in her throat as the full, brutal weight of his cock filled her—stretching her far past any natural limit. Her smooth, sweat-slick belly bulged outward, the shape of his monstrous girth pressing from within, a lewd, unmistakable imprint of the thick shaft now lodged deep inside her. Each vein and curve along his cock seemed to leave a mark beneath her skin, and her muscles fluttered helplessly around the intrusion, clenching in spasms of disbelief and arousal.

Her massive breasts bounced violently with the shock, slapping softly against her chest and his arm with each subtle movement. Droplets of sweat and saliva flung from their curves, catching the dim light like beads of starlight. Trails of wetness streaked from her flushed, red nipples down the sides of her breasts, slickening her heaving chest with every bounce. The tips throbbed visibly, rock-hard from relentless stimulation, gliding over the goblin’s rough skin with every shuddering motion.

Then, it broke from her—a scream.

The sound tore through the cave, echoing sharply against the stone. It was raw—wordless—equal parts pain and overwhelming, soul-wrenching pleasure. Her head fell back, mouth wide, her cry fading into a gasp as her body shook again. Her thighs trembled, twitching helplessly around his waist. Her cunt fluttered around the base of his cock, still leaking arousal down his length and thighs, every nerve between her legs lit aflame.

Orihime’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her entire form trembling as the goblin held her impaled—fully buried on the obscene length still throbbing inside her. Her inner walls, stretched taut around the impossible girth, began to pulse in uncontrollable waves. Her slick pussy clenched down, a desperate, involuntary grip, fluttering wildly around his thick shaft, as if trying to draw him even deeper despite the fact that he was already as deep as her body could physically allow.

Then his cock twitched.

A single, monstrous throb deep inside her womb sent a ripple through her entire body. Her back arched again, her toes curled in the air, and her slick walls spasmed with frantic intensity. She barely had time to brace before it hit—thick, burning heat surging through her core as the goblin groaned, low and primal. His cock pulsed again, then erupted.

Hot seed flooded her womb in heavy, overwhelming bursts, each pump so forceful that her stomach visibly jolted with the pressure. The warmth spread fast, thick and sticky, coating every inch of her insides. Her belly swelled slightly with the volume, the faintest new bulge forming beneath the already prominent outline of his cock. A gush of excess cum leaked around the base of his shaft, dripping down her thighs and splattering wetly onto the moss below.

Her body responded instinctively—hips twitching, inner muscles clamping down greedily around him, milking every last drop. Her pussy trembled around his base, suckling with fluttering need, her body drinking in the creampie like it was built for it.

Her HUD flared to life in her vision, glowing with a warm pulse:

[CREAMPIE RECEIVED – +1 to All Stats]
[Creampie Count: 1]
Magic Surge: Active

Her lips parted in a shaky moan, eyes unfocused as her flushed body quivered in the afterglow, womb filled to the brim, her stats rising… with every hot, shuddering drop.

Orihime’s trembling frame convulsed with each heavy surge of heat that poured deep into her womb. The goblin’s cock throbbed relentlessly inside her, his thick seed pumping in dense, boiling waves—so much that it sloshed within her belly, the pressure forcing more to leak in thick, creamy ropes around his girth and down the insides of her thighs. Her belly, already stretched from his size, swelled slightly more from the sheer volume of the load, a visible, obscene fullness that pulsed in time with each final twitch of his cock buried to the hilt.

Her pussy responded like it had a mind of its own—tightening again, rippling in soft, rhythmic squeezes that seemed to pull on the seed, milking it deeper. Her breath was shallow and broken, body trembling, tits swaying with each involuntary motion, the flushed curves slick and sticky against his arm. Her flushed, open mouth gasped without sound, tears clinging to her lashes—not of pain, but the overwhelming heat, the unrelenting stimulation, and the raw intensity that refused to end.

Then, her HUD pulsed again—soft and glowing, but insistent.

[Skill Unlocked: “Pleasure Loop” (Passive)]
Effect: Each orgasm amplifies the next one by 30%
Stacking Buff. Reset only after full rest.

The words hovered bright in her vision, gently throbbing with the same rhythm as her aching pussy. Even in her dazed, overstimulated haze, her mind barely registered the implication—each orgasm would only make the next one stronger. Her body quivered in response, already sensitive beyond reason, her clit throbbing in anticipation of a second wave she hadn’t even invited.

Still impaled, still full, her body wasn’t winding down.

It was charging up.

Orihime’s moan spilled from her lips, broken and high, a sound steeped in disbelief and overwhelmed pleasure. Her body twitched violently in the goblin’s grasp, limbs slack with exhaustion but still trembling, trembling hard, as though caught in an unending wave. Her toes curled tightly in the air, delicate and twitching, her thighs giving faint spasms with every breath. Her sweat-slick skin glistened in the low light—beads of arousal and heat trailing down the soft curves of her stomach and chest.

Her breasts bounced with each shallow breath, soft, heavy, and flushed pink at the tips, nipples stiff and glistening from the mixture of saliva and sweat coating her chest. Every beat of her heart made them jiggle faintly, and when the goblin shifted beneath her—pulling his hips back just an inch—her entire body tensed.

Then, he thrust again.

The movement was slow but heavy, his massive cock dragging against her quivering inner walls before plunging back into her with a wet, deep sound. The impact sent a ripple through her form, her tits jostling violently with the force, hips rocking helplessly in his grasp. Another thrust followed. Then another. Her moans grew louder, more frantic—gasping moans that choked into cries as the brutal rhythm resumed. Her swollen, gushed-through pussy clamped down again, fluttering wildly with each thick stroke that bottomed out deep in her stretched womb.

With each deep, grinding thrust, Orihime’s body responded not with resistance, but with a terrifying, instinctive precision. Her once-overwhelmed pussy, now stretched and trained by the brutal size inside her, had adapted—molding itself to the shape of the goblin’s monstrous cock. Her slick walls hugged him perfectly, clenching in rhythmic, milking pulses every time he withdrew, then locking down with desperate tightness when he plunged back in. The sensation was obscene—too good—each stroke dragging pleasure from her in raw, uncontrollable waves.

Her hips twitched involuntarily with every movement, the friction between their bodies slick and loud, wet sounds echoing through the cave. Her pussy, soaked and swollen, rippled with growing hunger, every nerve inside her now wired to respond. Each thrust sent a shock through her spine, made her stomach jump, made her breasts bounce wildly—those heavy mounds slapping against his arm, her nipples stiff and flushed and trailing faint lines of sweat with every jolt.

Her moans, once panicked and broken, now filled the cave in louder, wilder pitches. “Ah—ahh! H-haah…!” she cried, her voice rising in breathless desperation as the goblin’s pace picked up. Her hands clawed weakly at his wrist, not in protest now, but to ground herself, as pleasure exploded across her nerves in mounting waves.

And still, the HUD pulsed.

[Pleasure Loop: x1 → x2 → x3…]

Each orgasm didn’t fade—it layered, amplified, intensified. Her body had become a conduit, a magical circuit of unending sensation. Her thighs shook violently, clit throbbing, inner walls now anticipating every brutal drive into her depths. There was no reprieve

 

.

Only more.

By the time the goblin’s final, shuddering thrust buried her to the base once more, Orihime's body had gone completely limp in his grasp—wrecked, glistening, and stretched to its limit. His cock throbbed deep within her womb, and with a guttural groan, he came again—hard. Another surge of thick, molten cum erupted into her already-flooded core, each pulse sending a wave of warmth spreading through her insides. Her swollen, flushed pussy gave one last tight clench around him before relaxing, the muscles fluttering weakly in aftershocks.

Her belly, already firm from the stretch of his size, now bore a soft swell—subtle, but visible, rounded slightly from the sheer volume of seed packed inside her. Rivulets of milky fluid spilled around the base of his cock, trailing down between her parted thighs in thick, glistening streaks. The mess coated her skin, pooling beneath her and gluing her trembling legs together with each lazy spasm of her overworked muscles. Her pussy gaped wide around him, lips swollen and twitching, leaking endlessly.

Orihime's massive breasts rested heavily atop his forearm, completely limp, rising and falling with her shallow breaths. The flushed mounds glistened with sweat, dotted with smears of saliva and faint streaks of his earlier handling. Her nipples were red and raw, still stiff from the constant friction, and they jiggled softly with every small movement of her body. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, orange hair damp and plastered to her skin.

Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling slightly past her lips. A slow, thick trail of drool ran from the corner of her mouth down her chin and onto the valley of her breasts. Her eyes, glassy and wide, stared ahead unfocused, dazed—caught somewhere between the echo of her last orgasm and the fading, tingling burn of too much pleasure.

Then, with a gentle chime, her HUD blinked to life once more.

[Buff Duration: 8 Hours Active]
[Creampie Count: 2]
[Pleasure Loop: x4 – Reset on Sleep]

The glowing text hovered serenely over her vision, as if mocking the ruined state of her body—used, filled, and still under the enchantment’s influence.

With a low, satisfied grunt, the goblin shifted his grip—his massive hands still firm around Orihime’s trembling hips. Her body gave no resistance, utterly slack in his hold, her thighs twitching faintly as her swollen, gaping pussy clenched in weak spasms around the thick cock still buried deep inside her. Then, slowly, he pulled back.

The motion dragged a deep, wet sound from between her legs—a lewd squelch as her stretched walls tried in vain to hold onto the massive girth. Her inner lips clung desperately, fluttering around the retreating length until, with a final, audible pop, the bulbous crown slipped free.

Orihime’s pussy gaped open in the aftermath, raw and red from the relentless stretching, folds trembling with overstimulation. A thick, glistening string of cum clung to the tip of his cock and stretched downward from her ruined entrance—long, slow, and heavy—before drooling onto the moss-covered stone below with a soft splatter. More followed, oozing steadily from her, creamy and viscous, seeping from her quivering slit in long, glistening strands.

A broken moan spilled from her lips, breathless and quiet, her tongue still lolling slightly past her parted mouth. Her chest rose and fell slowly, breasts jiggling faintly atop his forearm with each shallow gasp. Her eyes remained half-lidded and glazed, tears still clinging to her lashes, her entire body quaking in the aftermath—slick, dazed, and completely overwhelmed.

As the goblin released her, Orihime’s body slumped forward in the air, still cradled loosely in his massive arm, her limbs limp and trembling. But even in her exhausted state, her skin began to shimmer—faintly glowing with a soft, ethereal light that pulsed just beneath the surface. The lingering magic of Pleasure Loop surged quietly through her veins, its effects far from over. It didn't let her rest. It amplified everything.

Every inch of her was hypersensitive now—her nerve endings alive with a low, electric buzz that made even the faintest brush of air against her skin feel like a caress. A warm gust drifted across her exposed breasts, and she whimpered, her back arching reflexively as her nipples, already painfully stiff, throbbed with raw, aching tension. The flushed peaks glistened with sweat and saliva, standing hard and swollen atop her heaving chest, as if begging for more stimulation they couldn't endure.

Her pussy, gaping and leaking, continued to twitch uncontrollably—tiny spasms that puckered her slick entrance with each pulse of her womb. Deep inside, her core still quivered, womb fluttering around the heavy heat he’d left in her, as if reluctant to let it go. The glow beneath her skin shimmered slightly brighter across her lower belly, highlighting the gentle curve left by the goblin’s creampie, her muscles still rippling in slow, involuntary contractions.

Orihime’s eyes remained half-lidded, pupils unfocused, mouth parted in a dazed moan that barely rose above a whisper. Her breath was shallow and hot, chest rising with every delicate tremor that licked across her skin from the enchantment’s effect. She wasn’t just sensitive—she was primed. Her body pulsed with need even in the aftermath, caught in the endless feedback loop of pleasure and magical stimulation.

Without warning, the goblin shifted—his massive muscles tensing as he moved with sudden, terrifying speed. Orihime gave a soft, startled gasp just before he flipped her effortlessly in mid-air. Her long orange hair whipped around her flushed, sweat-slick face in a fiery arc, strands sticking to her cheeks and neck. Her body tumbled once in his grip before he guided her downward, lowering her with firm, unrelenting hands.

He laid her out across a wide, smooth slab of stone—its surface cool against the flushed heat of her back. The contrast made her shiver, nipples stiffening further as they brushed against the stone’s chill. But there was no time to adjust. He grabbed her ankles and, without pause, folded her. Her thighs were pressed back hard against her chest, her knees forced past her shoulders until her legs formed a tight curve, her entire lower body tilted high and helpless.

Her massive breasts squashed upward from the pressure, soft, glistening mounds spilling over her collarbone and framing her flushed face. The weight of them trembled with every ragged breath she drew, the flushed peaks standing stiff, dragging against the sides of her arms and cheeks with every shallow gasp.

Then her HUD blinked once more—not a chime this time, but a resonant, low pulse that echoed through her trembling limbs.

[ Position Activated : Piledriver – Full Penetration Mode]
“Pleasure Loop x4 Active – Orgasm Multiplier Applied”

Orihime gasped, her voice high and unsteady. “W-wait, not like this…!”

Her words were weak, more breath than command, barely spoken as her chest heaved against her legs. Her flushed skin quivered with overstimulation, and her dripping pussy—now tilted directly upward—glistened below. Slick stretched in wet strands between her folds, her entrance twitching, swollen and open, still leaking the goblin’s last load while greedily fluttering around nothing.

Her body said what her voice could not.

The goblin loomed over Orihime like a living mountain—twelve feet of rippling, veined muscle cloaked in heat and raw power. The dim glow of his tribal markings pulsed faintly across his thick arms, chest, and thighs, casting shifting light across Orihime’s sweat-slicked body below. His massive frame crouched above her, cock jutting forward—throbbing, wet, and gleaming with a mix of her arousal and his cum, the bulbous head lined up with perfect precision to her glistening, twitching entrance.

Orihime lay beneath him, completely folded—her thighs pressed into her own chest, her ankles held high near her ears by the goblin’s iron grip. Her wide, dripping pussy, swollen from the last round and still fluttering with need, gaped open and pulsed around the anticipation. Her stomach tensed, her fingers curling into the stone beneath her as she felt the head kiss her entrance again—hot, slick, and impossibly wide.

Then, without warning, he slammed into her.

The impact was brutal. Wet. Complete.

The goblin’s cock plunged to the hilt in a single, unstoppable thrust, driving through her stretched walls with a squelching, meaty slap that echoed off the stone chamber. Orihime’s body jerked on impact, rocked upward beneath him like a ragdoll as her back arched sharply against the rock. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes wide and unfocused as her womb was filled once more—deep and sudden and full.

Her massive breasts erupted into motion, the soft orbs rippling like waves from the shock. They bounced violently, slapping up into her chin and across the tops of her arms with every recoil. Droplets of sweat flung from her skin, streaking through the air before landing across her flushed chest and the goblin’s heaving form. Her nipples, already red and sore, dragged sharply across her skin as her tits surged upward, then fell—only to bounce again with the force of her own trembling breath.

And deep inside, her soaked pussy squeezed down in reflex—tight, eager, welcoming the invasion all over again.

The goblin’s massive hands locked tightly around Orihime’s hips, fingers sinking into her plush, trembling skin as he drove himself into her again—harder. The second thrust rocked her entire body against the slab of stone, slamming her back flat after her arch, her breath torn from her lungs in a sharp, desperate moan. The third came instantly, heavier still. The fourth shook the ground beneath them.

[Pleasure Loop x5]
Body Status: Shaking, Overstimulated, Responsive

Each brutal stroke plunged the entire monstrous length of his cock deep into her overstretched pussy, pounding her soaked walls with relentless, wet slaps. Her body responded with raw desperation—her hips rising instinctively to meet every savage downward thrust, thighs quivering as they pressed against her own shoulders. The thick crown slammed against her cervix with every drive, forcing a fresh gush of slick from her fluttering slit, painting her inner thighs and the stone below in a growing puddle of heat.

Her stomach bulged again and again with each punishing stroke, a soft, obscene imprint rising beneath the skin as the sheer size of the cock buried inside her forced its shape through her trembling abdomen. Her flesh bounced with each impact—skin rippling from the force, and her massive breasts jiggled violently from their squashed position against her chest, slick orbs launching upward with every thrust. Her flushed nipples grazed across her cheeks, stiff peaks brushing the corners of her mouth as her tits smacked up to her chin and fell again.

“HAAHN! S-so deep! S-sto—ahhh—stop!” Orihime screamed, her voice ragged and raw, cracking between gasps and high-pitched moans. Her head tossed back, orange hair a tangled mess against the stone, cheeks streaked with sweat and tears, her lips quivering between each breathless cry.

But her body betrayed her.

Her pussy clamped down greedily on the thick shaft pistoning in and out of her, the magical trait of her “Pleasure Loop” turning every thrust into something more. Every orgasm was no longer a peak—it was a platform for the next. Her core convulsed, over and over, waves of pleasure exploding through her limbs, stacking with dizzying intensity.

Her mind fogged—awash in shuddering, shattering release. Her toes curled. Her fingers scratched at the rock. Her eyes rolled back as her world narrowed to the pounding in her womb, the heat in her core, and the feeling of being broken by pleasure again and again and again.

With a deep, snarling grunt, the goblin gave one final thrust—slamming himself fully to the base with bruising force. His hips ground down against Orihime’s upturned ass, pressing her deep into the stone slab beneath her, the weight and heat of his body enveloping her entirely. His cock, already swollen and rigid, flared suddenly inside her—veins bulging, the thick shaft pulsing as it prepared to release once more.

[CREAMPIE RECEIVED – +1 to All Stats]
[Creampie Count: 3]
Breakthrough: Body Limit Increased – Future Size Penalties Reduced

Her HUD pulsed bright for an instant, just as the first massive surge of cum erupted inside her.

It hit her womb like a wave.

Thick, molten seed gushed into her stretched depths with explosive force, filling her instantly, slamming against her insides with such pressure that her soft belly distended further—rounding outward with a firm swell as the sheer volume overwhelmed her. Her inner walls, now trained by the Pleasure Loop, responded eagerly, clamping down in rhythmic, milking spasms. Every fluttering squeeze seemed to pull more from him, drawing every drop deeper as if her pussy had learned to crave it—need it.

The heat radiated through her core, pulsing in time with the goblin’s cock as he continued to grind against her, hips flexing with low, instinctual thrusts meant only to pack the cum deeper. Her cervix, flattened by the flare, twitched under the pressure as her body greedily accepted the overload. Her stretched pussy trembled around his girth, the lips red and gaping, barely holding him in as thick white cream leaked around the seal of their connection—dripping down over the curve of her ass in heavy, obscene streams.

Orihime’s limbs lay limp, twitching faintly, her head tilted back against the stone, mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes half-lidded and glazed. Her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath, skin glowing with sweat, her expression a fogged-out haze of exhaustion, shock, and deep, all-consuming pleasure.

Orihime’s mouth hung wide open in a silent, breathless moan—her throat too tight, too overwhelmed to release sound. Her eyes had rolled fully back, irises barely visible beneath fluttering lashes as her entire body convulsed in erratic, shuddering spasms. Her limbs trembled uselessly, twitching like a shattered spell circuit—disconnected from her will, driven only by the violent, magical surges of overstimulation coursing through her every nerve.

Her massive breasts bounced uncontrollably, wild and unrestrained, jiggling with every full-body tremor. The plump mounds quaked from her pounding heartbeat alone, the soft flesh glistening with a mixture of sweat, drool, and residual slime, each nipple slick and flushed, brushing against her upper arms and cheeks in rhythm with her jerking body. Drool spilled in a thick, glistening line from the corner of her mouth, trailing across her chin and down into the glistening valley between her breasts.

Her HUD flashed again—this time not gently, but with a shimmering surge of gold light.

[Pleasure Loop x6 – Max Reached]
Skill Upgrade Unlocked: “Orgasm Echo – Each creampie repeats last orgasm, multiplied ×3 in intensity]

And then her body detonated.

Without warning—without touch, without movement—her pussy spasmed violently around the still-flared cock inside her, her walls clenching with a hunger so intense it pulled a fresh flood of cum from the goblin’s softening shaft. Her womb contracted, stretching upward around the load it had already accepted, and the orgasm repeated—amplified, reawakened, and tripled in force.

Her back arched off the slab, a low keening gasp finally breaking from her lips as her arms flew back, hands scrabbling uselessly at the stone. Her pussy gushed again, creamy streams of slick pouring around the thick shaft still buried inside her, soaking her ass and thighs. Her belly pulsed with each aftershock, her inner muscles locking down in desperate milking motions, her swollen clit twitching helplessly in the air.

It was no longer pleasure. It was transcendence—raw, overwhelming, magically forced bliss that shattered every limit she had thought her body possessed.

Orihime’s body convulsed through the sixth orgasm—an overwhelming, electric climax that tore through every nerve like lightning. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts at first, but even those began to falter, slipping into silent, trembling exhales. Her throat, raw from screaming, could no longer produce sound. Her lips parted in a final, voiceless gasp, her chest hitching once—then again—before going slack.

Her arms, once scrabbling against the stone beneath her, fell limp at her sides. Her fingers twitched faintly—just once, a soft fluttering movement—then stilled. Her hands lay open and unmoving, palms up, as though her body had finally surrendered. Her legs remained folded tight in the goblin’s loose grasp, thighs pressed to her own chest in the helpless pile-driver pose. Her bare feet quivered for a moment longer… then dropped still.

Her eyes, wide and unfocused, fluttered—then rolled fully back. The whites gleamed beneath her lashes before her eyelids slowly fell shut. A thick line of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth, dripping steadily from her slack lips, sliding along her flushed cheek and pooling beneath her ear. Her flushed face, framed in sweat-matted orange hair, bore a dazed, faintly blissful expression—glazed in the aftermath of something far too intense for words.

Her heavy, cum-spattered breasts rested softly against her upturned thighs, the weight of them rising and falling in slow, shallow rhythm with each exhausted breath. They glistened in the low glow of her fading HUD, every curve tipped with moisture—sweat, cum, and saliva mingled as a glistening sheen across her bare, spent form.

And finally… she passed out.

The goblin moved with calm, unhurried strength, his massive hands closing once more around Orihime’s waist. Her limp body offered no resistance—arms slack, hair trailing like a molten curtain across the stone. Her skin was flushed and glistening, breath barely audible as her chest rose and fell against her own folded thighs, still twitching faintly in the remnants of unconscious afterglow.

With one smooth, deliberate motion, he lifted her by the hips, her thighs parting slightly from her chest as her body unfolded in his grasp. Her breasts slipped free from her legs, hanging low and heavy beneath her, still gleaming with sweat and traced in milky streaks of seed. A faint moan ghosted from her lips, though her eyes remained shut, her body lax in his hold.

Then he turned her over.

She rolled limply beneath his control, her hips held high as her upper body slumped forward onto the warm stone slab. Her face pressed softly into the surface—cheek resting against her arm, mouth parted, drool still trailing from her lips. Her long, damp orange hair spilled in waves across the rock, cascading around her shoulders like a shimmering veil.

With both hands, the goblin seized her hips and spread her open.

Her ass arched high in the air, round and perfect, parted mercilessly beneath his grip to reveal her flushed, gaping pussy—still dripping in thick, creamy ropes of seed. Her swollen folds twitched faintly, raw from use, stretched wide and glistening with every glimmer of slick that clung to her trembling skin.

[Warning: Physical Limit Reached – Consciousness Lost]
Auto-Survival Mode Enabled
Continuing: Face Down, Ass Up Position
“Breeding Efficiency: 120%.”

Orihime’s body remained limp beneath the goblin’s towering frame, her arms splayed loosely across the stone, one cheek pressed against the warm surface, mouth still slack and open. Her long orange hair pooled around her head in tangled waves, strands clinging to her damp skin. She breathed in soft, shallow pulses, her back rising slightly with each unconscious exhale.

Her hips, held high in the brutal Face Down, Ass Up position, twitched as the goblin adjusted his grip—spreading her wide to keep her open and perfectly aligned. Her slick, swollen pussy glistened in the cave’s faint light, stretched and drooling steadily, her inner walls faintly fluttering around the cum still leaking from deep within. Her thighs bore smears of drying seed and sweat, the muscles slack from overuse.

The system pulsed quietly above her dimmed vision, maintaining the enchantments surrounding her overstimulated, barely-functioning body. Even unconscious, she was now primed for continued use—her magical enhancements taking control where her mind could not.

….

The first thing Orihime felt was cold—a biting chill against her flushed skin that contrasted sharply with the pulsing heat still buried deep inside her core. Her back was arched unnaturally high, locked in that brutal face down, ass up position, hips still slightly lifted, her legs parted wide by muscle memory and lingering enchantment. Her arms twitched weakly beneath her, palms splayed against the stone as she slowly stirred, her cheek sticking to the rough surface from dried drool and sweat.

She groaned—a low, hoarse sound—her voice ragged from overuse, throat dry and raw. Her heavy breasts lay flattened beneath her chest, pressed down into the stone, the soft mounds smeared with a mix of dried sweat and cloudy seed, her nipples dark, tender, and aching from constant friction. Every subtle movement made her wince as the rough stone teased the raw sensitivity still clinging to her swollen peaks.

Her pussy gave a slow, involuntary twitch—still gaping, still flushed, the soft folds parted and stretched beyond anything she’d known before. Thick, pale trails of goblin cum oozed from her slack entrance in slow, obscene drips, pooling between her thighs and tracing sticky lines down the insides of her legs. The scent of sweat, sex, and residual magic hung heavy in the air, seeping into every pore of her trembling body.

Her stomach felt heavier—bloated, almost—but not with pain. With pressure. With fullness. She could feel the lingering mass inside her, her womb stretched and warm, pulsing faintly like it was alive with leftover energy. The sensation made her gasp faintly, trying to lift herself with shaking arms—but her strength failed her. She collapsed again with a soft thud, breasts flattening wider beneath her, her thighs trembling as another faint gush of seed spilled from her used hole.

Then her HUD shimmered into view—its glow softer now, but filled with new information.

[Stat Buff: 12 Hours Remaining]
[Creampie Count: 4]
[New Skill Acquired: Aether-Linked Flesh]
Effect: Your body now absorbs ambient magic during climax. Increases post-sex regeneration.
Bonus: Pleasure received increases magical potency for 2 hours after orgasm.

Her eyes fluttered open halfway, glassy and unfocused, lashes damp. Her lips parted, tongue dry against her teeth as she murmured weakly, “W-what… Aether-linked…?”

Orihime lay motionless, her body twitching subtly with aftershocks of exhaustion and overstimulation. A fresh dribble of thick, pearlescent cum slid slowly from her sore, swollen slit, the heat of it stark against her cool, trembling thighs. Her gaping entrance, still pulsing faintly from deep within, gave a weak clench—too spent to close, too full to release everything at once. The stream of goblin seed oozed steadily, trailing over the stone beneath her in viscous strands that clung to her skin like silk.

Then her HUD chimed again—soft, gentle, but impossible to ignore.

[ Notice : Progress Tracked – 1 of 5 Unique Goblin Partners]
Future Milestone : After 5 different goblin mates, unlock one Legendary Sexual Skill.

Her breath hitched.

Eyes fluttering open, she stared into the faint glowing text hovering just inches from her face, her already flushed cheeks deepening in color until she turned a full, mortified red. Her heart skipped a beat, her chest rising faster as comprehension set in.

“W-wait. Five?!” she croaked, her voice still hoarse, the words barely more than air. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. “There’s a list?!”

Her voice cracked at the end, disbelief twisting into helpless panic. Her head lifted slightly off the stone, only to flop down again with a soft slap of skin on rock. She wanted to scream—but didn’t have the strength. The soft squelch of her own fluids beneath her only made it worse, her body gently sliding in the mess as she shifted, barely able to move.

Beside her, the goblin snored—deep and bestial, each exhale a slow rumble in his wide, heaving chest. One arm twitched across his belly as he dozed peacefully, completely unaware of the system’s latest declaration: that Orihime Inoue, former human schoolgirl and now magically altered nymph, had been officially marked as breeding stock in progress.

Her face burned. Her legs twitched.
And the counter now read:

1 / 5.
And counting.

Orihime’s fingers dug weakly into the cool stone as she began to crawl—slow, trembling, each movement a battle against her spent, overstimulated muscles. Her thighs remained parted by habit and soreness, her knees dragging heavily across the mossy ground as her body shifted away from the slumbering goblin. Every inch she gained only highlighted her lingering vulnerability; her slick, gaping pussy twitched with every motion, still flushed and wide open, its abused folds leaking a thick, pearlescent stream of cum that trailed down her thighs in slow, heavy ribbons. Each shaky movement sent another dribble spilling out, the fluid warm and slick as it traced the curve of her inner thighs.

Her entire body tingled—a constant, humming buzz of residual magic and sensitivity. Her skin felt raw, alive, and unbearably aware of even the faintest breeze or brush. The ache between her legs was deep, pulsing, yet somehow needy, as if the fullness had rewired something fundamental in her. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she crawled, the weight of them soft and sticky against her chest. Trails of dried sweat and the faint sheen of spit clung to her flushed skin, evidence of hours spent pinned and used. Her nipples throbbed—sore, red, impossibly sensitive—still glistening faintly with dried saliva and the memory of a rough tongue circling them again and again.

Her HUD flickered gently above her, pulsing with persistent warnings and passive skill activations.

[Body Status: Overfilled]
Magical Saturation: 93% – Discharge Recommended
“Aether-Linked Flesh” Active – Magical absorption increasing.

Each pulse of information seemed to resonate in her trembling frame. The magic suffused her muscles, lighting her veins with a slow, creeping burn—an urgent thrum that built just beneath the surface, as if waiting to be channeled or released. Her balance faltered as she tried to stand—legs wobbling, knees nearly buckling beneath the weight of her own sweat-slicked body. She winced sharply, a pained gasp escaping her lips as a thick squelch echoed from between her legs. A long, hot stream of cum slid free from her stretched entrance, trickling down her thigh before falling in a heavy drop onto the stone below.

She turned slowly, eyes wide and glassy as she glanced back.

The goblin lay still, deep in sleep, his massive body rising and falling with deep, even breaths. His cock, still slick and swollen, twitched faintly between his legs—throbbing with unconscious aftershocks, still visibly coated with her juices. The sight made her knees tremble again.

A new icon blinked in the corner of her vision, and a soft chime followed:

[Milestone Reached – Virginity Lost]
+5 to Resilience
+3 to Magical Affinity
Bonus: Passive stat boost for future first encounters

Her heart raced in her chest.

She stared down at her own trembling form—at the mess she had become—and whispered, voice hoarse, barely audible above the silence of the cave:
“If one of you did all this to me… how bad would five be?”

Orihime limped through the underbrush with unsteady steps, each motion sending fresh ripples through her aching, sweat-slicked body. Her arms cradled her chest protectively, wrapping beneath her sore, heavy breasts in a vain attempt to shield them from the bounce that followed every cautious step. But it was no use—the sheer weight of them, still flushed and tender from hours of abuse, jostled freely in her arms, the slick curves pressing against her forearms with every lurch of movement. Her nipples, stiff and raw, brushed against her skin with a maddening, tingling friction that made her thighs twitch beneath her already unsteady gait.

Her inner muscles still pulsed faintly, every shift of her hips causing another slow dribble of cum to ooze from her sore, overstretched folds. The warmth of it slid down the backs of her thighs, sticking to her skin and making her wince as she hobbled past glowing moss and thick tree roots, the cool air clinging to every damp crevice.

Then she saw it.

At the edge of the clearing—just where the path narrowed and the trees loomed with unnatural stillness—stood a rough wooden post. Nailed to it was a crudely carved sign, the letters deep and jagged as if etched by claws, the warning clear despite its primitive form.

⚠️ GOBLIN BREEDING CAVE — DO NOT ENTER.
MULTIPLE ACTIVE ALPHAS.
Pregnancy is highly likely. Survivors rare.
Magic-resistant spawn potential.

Orihime froze.

Her eyes widened, and a twitch ran through her brow as she leaned closer, staring at the damning words—Pregnancy highly likely—burned into the wood like some sick promise. Her face flushed bright crimson, mouth working without sound as the rest of the sign settled in her spinning head.

“G-g-guaranteed… p-pregnancy?!” she squeaked, voice cracking sharply.

Her arms tightened around her chest, squashing her sore breasts together in panic. The already bouncing globes jiggled harder from the pressure, droplets of sweat flinging from their soft undersides as she took an abrupt step back. Her breath came in short, fast gasps, making her chest rise and fall in frantic rhythm. The soreness in her pussy flared anew, a reflexive twitch clenching around the cum still pooled inside her as if her body itself reacted to the warning.

“I—I need to clean up. Now,” she whispered, voice breathless, eyes darting around the trees as if expecting more hulking silhouettes to emerge from the shadows.

Orihime limped back into the glade, the trees parting like a veil around the familiar shimmering lake. The air was still and cool, the water sparkling under shafts of filtered light, its surface untouched and inviting. A soft breeze kissed her flushed skin as she took a shaky breath, stepping forward into the crystalline shallows. The moment her toes broke the surface, a soothing chill climbed up her legs, washing over her sweat-slick, cum-streaked skin like a balm.

Her body reacted instantly.

A faint, ethereal glow shimmered beneath her skin—subtle veins of warm, golden light pulsing at her collarbones, hips, and thighs. The residual magic of Aether-Linked Flesh drank in the purity of the spring like thirsty roots in rainfall, her flesh faintly illuminated where it met the cool water.

She sank slowly to her knees, the lake lapping just below her navel, breasts rising and bobbing slightly on the surface with every breath. The sudden contrast between cool water and overstimulated skin made her gasp—a sharp, involuntary sound that echoed across the quiet lake. Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself further, body twitching with phantom pulses of pleasure that trailed in the wake of the gentle waves.

She reached down carefully, her fingers gliding over the raw, tender skin of her inner thighs, following the sticky, silvery trails that clung stubbornly to her skin. Her slick, gaping folds pulsed faintly beneath the water’s surface, still oozing the remnants of her defilement, and her fingers worked with quiet, careful precision to rinse the clinging goblin seed away. But every time she touched herself—even gently—a tiny spark of pleasure zipped through her muscles, courtesy of the still-active Aether-Linked Flesh.

She groaned softly, hips bucking ever so slightly beneath the water. “Haa—ngh… damn it…”

Her hands moved upward next, cupping one of her heavy breasts and lifting it from the water. The weight shifted and floated slightly, the plush curve buoyant in her palm, the sensitive nipple flushed a deep rose and stiff as ever. She brushed a thumb over it and gasped—so sensitive. Her breath trembled as she massaged the slick suds over her skin, fingers moving with both care and lingering hesitation, afraid to spark another unwanted wave.

“S-so sensitive…” she whispered, her voice husky and tired.

With a wince and a sigh, she reached for the other breast, lifting it gently and squeezing a fresh handful of cool lake water across its curve. Her fingers slipped over the plush flesh, dragging suds and sweat away, but the sensation made her shudder. A subtle pulse bloomed in her pussy below, a small twitch that reminded her she still wasn’t fully calmed.

Her HUD pulsed gently once again.

[Clean – 70%]
Note: Skill effect may cause increased physical stimulation during cleansing.

Orihime rolled her eyes weakly, cheeks still tinted with color, and muttered under her breath, “No kidding…”

…..

Orihime dried slowly beneath the filtered sunlight, the warm breeze dancing across her skin as beads of water evaporated in the soft glow of late afternoon. Her hair, still damp, clung in loose waves down her back, and her skin tingled faintly with every shift of air—a blend of lingering magic and overstimulation. Though the lake had rinsed her body clean, the faint pink hue of her cheeks, the tenderness in her thighs, and the heavy ache deep in her core remained like a memory etched into muscle.

She stumbled forward along a narrow dirt path, her bare feet padding softly against the worn trail carved between tall grass and brambles. The world around her was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the gentle chirp of unseen birds. And then—just ahead, through the trees—a structure came into view.

A simple wooden cabin stood nestled in a patch of sunlit clearing. Modest in size, its walls were made of pale, weatherworn timber, and its small windows were slightly ajar to let in the breeze. Outside, a crooked clothesline stretched between two posts, the linen garments swaying gently with the wind. Tunics, robes, and trousers hung alongside aprons and underthings—all in a style that reminded her of something out of a fantasy novel: plain, hand-stitched, and slightly oversized in places, meant more for utility than fashion.

Orihime’s eyes lit up. She didn’t hesitate.

Still nude, still flushed, still faintly glowing in places from the magical saturation lingering in her skin, she darted toward the line. The grass brushed her thighs, water flicking from her calves as she jogged forward with her arms crossed over her chest, the bounce of her breasts all too noticeable. Her breath came fast as she reached the line and seized the first shirt that looked long enough—a loose, button-up tunic with wide cuffs and a high collar—and a pair of simple, laced shorts.

She pulled them on in a hurry.

The fabric was cool against her damp skin, but the moment she tried to button the shirt, she knew it was hopeless. Her massive breasts strained against the thin linen, the buttons pulling tight as she wrestled the collar closed. The middle buttons barely held together, a strip of deep cleavage visible between the stretched seams. Her flushed nipples peeked through the gap—barely hidden, and worse, her darker areolas pressed clearly against the fabric, made visible by the wetness that still clung to her chest.

She groaned as she grabbed the shorts next and tugged them up. They resisted immediately—riding up her soft, curving thighs, the drawstring cutting into her hips as she adjusted them. The moment they settled into place, she realized just how little they helped. The fabric clung like a second skin, outlining her pussy so tightly that the seam pressed between her folds, every motion emphasizing her glistening, still-sensitive entrance. Her hips, still rounded and slightly swollen from the lingering effects of her ordeal, were practically sculpted into the fabric.

She looked down, pulling uselessly at the hem of the too-small shirt, cheeks flushing deeper with every second.

“T-this is basically worse than being naked…” she muttered, defeated.

Orihime crept barefoot across the soft grass, the blades cool and dewy beneath her toes as she moved with slow, cautious steps. Her borrowed shirt clung to her like a second skin—still damp, still clinging tightly to every curve. She held the collar shut with trembling fingers, trying to keep it closed where the buttons failed. Her chest rose and fell with quiet, quickened breaths, and her large breasts bounced subtly with each step, the fabric straining louder at the seams than she would have liked. Every movement made her acutely aware of how transparent the material had become—the outline of her stiff nipples clearly visible beneath the linen, pressing between taut seams that threatened to pop open if she inhaled too deeply.

She kept her gaze low, her damp orange hair clinging to her cheeks and neck, her thoughts focused only on reaching the trees ahead. Just a few more steps, and she’d be out of sight. Out of this humiliating half-naked state. Safe.

But then—

 

A low, amused voice broke the stillness behind her.

“Well now… that’s not a bad way to return my laundry.”

Orihime squeaked—a sharp, startled noise as she spun around on the balls of her feet. Her hair whipped around her flushed face, her hands instinctively pulling the collar tighter over her chest as her foot caught in the grass. She stumbled slightly, thighs brushing together, heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Her wide, amber eyes locked on the speaker.

And she froze.

The breeze caught the hem of her shirt, flaring it just slightly around her thighs. Her nipples, still flushed and erect, pressed hard against the thin fabric. Her cheeks burned crimson, breath caught somewhere between shame and shock.

An older man stood leaning lazily against the porch rail of the nearby cabin, his posture relaxed and unfazed—as if he’d been watching her approach the entire time. He looked to be in his sixties, but his build defied the age in his voice. Broad-shouldered and sturdy, he wore his years like well-worn armor. His skin was deeply tanned, the kind that spoke of long hours beneath open skies, and his salt-and-pepper beard framed a strong jaw that twitched slightly as he smirked. His eyes—sharp, dark, and unblinking—roamed across her form with practiced ease, taking in every inch of her damp, trembling frame as though committing her to memory.

His robe, loose and worn with age, hung open across his chest, exposing a torso still firm with muscle beneath the weathering of time. Scars crisscrossed here and there like half-forgotten stories, but none of them dulled the gleam in his gaze. He looked at her not with pity, or shock—but with quiet, amused interest, as if she'd wandered into a story he already knew the ending to.

Orihime gasped, stiffening in place. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry!” she stammered, bowing low in a panic.

As she bent forward, her trembling hands clutched the collar tighter, pulling it taut against her chest. But the sudden movement squashed her massive breasts together, forcing them up and out, compressing the fabric until the central button quivered—barely holding under the pressure. A soft pop sounded from the stitching, but the button miraculously held. Her nipples pressed clearly through the soaked cloth, now eye-level with the man watching her, outlined shamelessly by the translucent stretch of fabric across her flushed skin.

“I didn’t mean to trespass!” she blurted, head still bowed. “I just needed to cover myself and I didn’t think anyone would mind—!”

The man’s smirk widened just slightly, his voice a lazy drawl as he straightened a bit, resting one thick arm across the railing.

 

“Not mad,” he said casually, the corner of his mouth twitching with dry amusement. “Just surprised.”

He tilted his head, eyes roaming again with frank appreciation.
“That shirt hasn’t been that tight in years.”

And Orihime could feel the air shift—cool wind against her damp legs, fabric clinging harder with every breath, her body betraying every trace of her ordeal.

His gaze didn’t waver—not even for a second. Those sharp, weathered eyes lingered openly, unapologetically, on the soft, heaving swell of Orihime’s breasts beneath the strained, borrowed shirt. The fabric, still damp and nearly translucent, clung to every plush curve of her chest like a second skin. Each of her panicked, shallow breaths made the buttons groan louder in protest, the central one bowing outward as the shirt struggled to contain the sheer volume beneath it. A faint shimmer of moisture lined the seams where her nipples pressed against the fabric—dark, erect, and clearly outlined through the stretched linen.

Orihime shifted nervously in place, her thighs brushing together with a faint squelch from the remnants of her last encounter still clinging between them. Her hands fidgeted at the collar, fingers tugging in vain to hide more of herself, but the motion only pushed her breasts together tighter—deepening the crease of her cleavage and making the taut fabric strain harder over the curve of her areolas.

Her cheeks burned. She lowered her gaze, lips parting with a shaky breath.
“Y-you’re staring,” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

The man didn’t even blink.

“I’m lookin’,” he corrected, his voice calm and slow, like warm gravel. “There’s a difference.”

He shifted on the porch rail, one brow raising slightly as he let his eyes drag slowly back up from her bare legs to the way her breasts jutted forward beneath the shirt, rising and falling with each uneasy breath.

“Don’t get many girls with bodies like yours flouncing around my yard,” he added, the words plain, but the tone thick with rough appreciation.

Orihime’s knees gave a faint twitch, her arms wrapping tighter over her chest as her damp hair clung to her neck and collarbone, eyes wide, burning with embarrassment and something else she couldn’t yet name. The shirt shifted with her motion—riding higher on her hips, pulling tighter across her chest—and the button at the center creaked again, holding by sheer will.

POP.

The sharp snap of the first button flying free cut through the still morning air like a whipcrack. Orihime froze mid-breath, eyes wide, heart stopping as she felt the sudden release of pressure at the top of her chest. Her fingers instinctively tightened on the shirt’s collar, but it was too late.

“Oh—n-no—!”

POP. POP.

Two more buttons burst in rapid succession—one clattering to the grass near her feet, the other spinning off into the breeze. The strained linen fell open in an instant, fluttering uselessly at her sides. Her full breasts bounced out into the open air with a soft, wet sound, freed from the confines of the damp fabric. They jiggled from the sudden release, the plush flesh rippling with movement, momentum sending her generous curves swaying forward before settling into a slow, heavy bounce.

Her pink nipples, still stiff and sensitive from both stimulation and the chill of the morning breeze, stood proudly atop the flushed mounds. A faint sheen of moisture glistened across her cleavage, catching the light, while the soft valley between her breasts shimmered with lingering sweat and lakewater. Her chest heaved, panic making her breath come faster, the rise and fall only making them jiggle more—soft, uncontrolled tremors that refused to settle.

Orihime shrieked.

She slapped her arms across her chest in a desperate attempt to hide herself, hands scrambling to cover what she could. But her breasts were too large—too soft, too heavy—and they spilled around the edges of her arms, bulging beneath her forearms and pressing out between her fingers. The motion only made things worse—her limbs pushing the soft flesh together, creating deeper cleavage, causing the already exposed tips of her nipples to peek again as her breasts jostled and quivered with every panicked movement.

Her face was a blazing red. Her lips trembled.

 

And the shirt, wide open and clinging wetly to her sides, offered no help at all.

The old man blinked once, slow and deliberate, before a wide, knowing smile curled across his weathered face. His eyes—still locked unapologetically on Orihime’s now-exposed chest—sparkled with amused appreciation. He leaned a little more against the porch railing, the loose robe slipping from one shoulder to reveal more of his sun-darkened chest and collarbone, the motion as casual as his tone.

“Those,” he said, the words lazy and drawled with approval, “are somethin’ else.”

Orihime’s arms tightened over her breasts, which refused to be tamed—still spilling around her forearms, still jiggling from the sheer force of the earlier button-popping. Her nipples brushed against her skin with maddening friction, still hard, still achingly visible. She ducked her head in mortified panic, her cheeks aflame.

“P-please stop staring!” she squeaked, voice trembling.

The man shrugged, not unkindly, though his grin widened as he let his eyes roam just a little lower, not bothering to hide the slow, appreciative sweep across her hips and thighs.

“You’re not exactly making it easy, sweetheart,” he replied, chuckling low in his chest.

Orihime whimpered, biting her lower lip as she shifted awkwardly in place—only making her breasts sway again, the movement undoing what little cover her arms provided. She tried pulling the flapping shirt closed again, but her fingers trembled too badly, and the missing buttons made modesty a losing battle.

Then her HUD suddenly flickered to life—bright and insistent, pulsing in her field of vision with a chime that vibrated in her ears.

[SYSTEM QUEST PROMPT]
🟣 Quest Unlocked – “Control Your Hunger”
Objective: Perform sustained foreplay on one qualified male (no climax) for 10 continuous minutes.

Reward:
✨ Unique Skill: “Edge Harmony”
Effect: Track and influence partner arousal. Allows delayed climax buildup that amplifies shared buffs during sex.

Punishment if Failed:
❌ “ Overload Penalty ” – For 24 hours , any touch to erogenous zones causes uncontrollable moaning. Orgasm threshold drops by 50%.

Timer to initiate: 54:45

Orihime’s breath caught. Her entire body stiffened as her wide, horrified eyes scanned the glowing prompt hovering just inches from her vision. She swallowed hard—then stared helplessly at the man still watching her with amused ease.

“I—I can’t do that!” she whispered aloud, heart pounding. “I-I don’t even know how to—!”

“Huh?” the man replied, arching a brow, clearly only catching her distressed voice and not the system prompt tormenting her. His tone was casual, but curious now. “Can’t do what, sweetheart?”

Orihime’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, her whole body flushed with shame and panic.

And the timer kept counting down.

54:44…

Orihime’s heart raced as the glowing HUD loomed in front of her, each word of the quest pounding through her skull like a drumbeat. She blinked rapidly—once, twice—forcing the interface to vanish from view, though the knowledge of its looming consequences lingered like a second heartbeat beneath her skin.

“A-ah! N-nothing!” she stammered, plastering a nervous, strained smile on her face. “I was just talking to myself!”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she clutched her arms tighter across her chest in a reflexive motion—only making things worse. Her large breasts, still bare and flushed, jiggled visibly with the movement, squishing together with a soft, wet-sounding tremble. Her skin, still slightly damp from the lake, glistened faintly in the morning sun. The open shirt flapped uselessly at her sides, framing the exposed mounds she couldn’t hope to hide.

Below, the shorts she’d hastily thrown on remained skin-tight, the fabric hugging her hips like a second skin, outlining every curve, every slope, every soft swell of her still-sensitive lower body. The seam pressed tightly between her thighs, riding up with every slight motion, her exposed cleavage rising and falling with each panicked breath. The material hugged her so closely, she could feel the lingering moisture inside—trapped heat from the goblin’s seed still slowly leaking free, soaking into the cloth and creating a faint, humiliating warmth.

The old man chuckled again, his voice low and rough but not unkind. He leaned more casually against the porch rail, clearly enjoying her flustered energy.

“Well,” he said with a playful tone, “if you’re gonna keep bouncing like that, you’d better come inside before the neighbors get jealous.”

Orihime’s eyes widened as her face went crimson, the color climbing from her cheeks to her ears in an instant.

“N-no thank you!” she blurted out, hands fluttering uselessly at her chest before she tightened her arms again. “I mean—I-I’m fine out here!”

But she wasn’t.

The air was cool, her body still too warm. Her clothes didn’t fit. Her breasts wouldn’t stop bouncing. Her mind raced, her core still a soft throb of lingering sensation. And above all—

[Quest Timer: 53:55…]