Chapter 99: Seriously. I Truly Hate You Now

Chapter 99: 99: Seriously. I Truly Hate You Now

"We’re out of condoms."

"...What?"

Rhea, sprawled across the bed, raised her head in alarm.

I shook the empty box printed with the face of that celebrity famous for dirty jokes.

The three condoms it had contained were gone.

Most of them lay across the bed, swollen with my semen.

"...What do we do now?"

"What do you think?"

"You aren’t planning to do it without one, are you? ...You can’t."

She drew a firm line on that point.

"You don’t have to reject it so decisively. That hurts."

"...Did you want to?"

"Every man’s dream is to come inside without a condom."

"...You still can’t. Today is a dangerous day for me."

It was more surprising that she had come despite knowing that.

And put another way, didn’t it mean she might have allowed it if today had not been dangerous?

That was how I chose to hear it.

What now?

We had already done it six times, but ending here felt...

"Hmm..."

"..."

"Want to keep going?"

"...What?"

"I asked whether you want more."

"..."

Rhea lowered her head as her face reddened.

"...If you’re still able."

"I can go as long as you want."

I showed her my hardening cock.

She peeked up at it again.

"...You really are a monster."

"I hear that often."

"...Do you want more too?"

"It’s already hard. I can’t force it back down."

"I suppose not..."

With a sigh, Rhea carefully rose from the bed.

"...Do you have clothes?"

"Hm?"

"Something to put over me. Anything."

"I only have men’s clothes."

"That’s fine."

"What about yours?"

"I came in a business suit."

Right. I had forgotten.

She examined the rack in the corner and pulled out a T-shirt.

That one was old and stretched out...

"I’ll borrow this."

Without waiting for permission, she pulled it over her naked body.

Oh.

It was large enough to cover most of her.

Mostly.

"...It feels empty underneath."

"You aren’t wearing panties."

"I can’t wear them... I told you not to throw the condom onto them."

Earlier, I had tossed one onto her discarded underwear for fun. Unfortunately, it had burst.

Her panties were now soaked in semen and hardly wearable.

And it was not as though I kept spare women’s underwear at home.

"...Let’s go like this."

Rhea pulled down the hem of the T-shirt.

The slightest gust would expose her ass.

Her nipples had remained hard and showed clearly through the fabric as well.

The outfit was practically public exposure, but it was hot, so fine.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Let’s go."

I changed into sweatpants, and we headed for the convenience store.

***

Tinnng.

The door chime rang.

"Welco—"

The part-time clerk had been looking at his phone. He saw Rhea wearing nothing but a T-shirt and lost the end of his greeting.

"...me."

I nodded lightly and drew her closer.

"This way."

"Don’t pull me..."

"What? You don’t want me covering you?"

I was being unexpectedly sweet and protecting her.

"That’s not it... You’re stretching the shirt..."

"Hm? Ah."

I glanced downward.

Through the loose collar, Rhea’s breasts were visible.

I could see all the way to her nipples.

There was a reason the clerk was staring speechlessly. From his angle, he could probably only see the cleavage through the fabric, but still.

"Let’s see... Where are the condoms?"

"Please be quiet."

"It’s a good song."

"The lyrics are the problem..."

Rhea kept glancing toward the counter, clearly bothered by the clerk.

The clerk pretended to use his phone while sneaking looks at her.

"Want to give him a free view of your ass?"

"Are you insane?"

Rhea hurriedly pulled down the hem, though it did not properly cover her thighs.

I searched the shelves and found the condoms.

"There."

"...Take them."

"Me?"

"If I bend down, he’ll see... everything behind me."

"That’s why I’m telling you to do it. This aisle isn’t visible from the counter."

"...Even so."

"Rhea."

I turned my eyes on her.

"Take them."

"..."

At the command, she bit her lip and slowly bent at the waist.

With only the T-shirt on, her bare ass came fully into view.

I slid one hand into the cleft.

"Ah...!"

"Quiet. He’ll hear."

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Covering you. Your pussy is completely visible from behind."

"Y-you still can’t—"

I cupped her mound and rubbed slowly over the lips. Her body trembled.

"Mmh..."

"Watch your voice."

"Then stop touching me..."

"Take the box quickly."

She looked back at me resentfully. The expression was too hot to resist.

My fingers moved more deliberately and pressed just inside her wet opening.

Squelch.

"Mmm...!"

Covering her mouth with one hand, Rhea bent lower and pulled a box of condoms from the bottom shelf.

"H-here..."

"You’re only buying one?"

"Ugh...!"

That indignant expression was delicious.

I kept rubbing her until she retrieved a second box.

Squelch. Schlick. Schlop.

"Haa... Haa..."

"Good work."

"Seriously... I hate you even more now."

"Your pussy says it likes me."

I showed her the fluid coating my fingers.

The moment I touched her, she had eagerly soaked my hand.

"H-hide that..."

"All right. Time to pay."

"..."

"I’ll give you my card."

"Ugh..."

Holding the boxes and my card, Rhea looked at me again.

Her eyes asked whether I truly intended to make her do it.

Of course I did.

When I gave no reprieve, she walked toward the counter on trembling legs.

"...Please ring these up."

"Ah! Y-yes."

The clerk scanned the boxes and glanced up.

I stepped beside Rhea and slid my hand under the shirt.

"Ah..."

Stay still. I’m only touching your tits.

Rhea clenched her fists, but quietly let me grope her in front of the clerk.

The clerk looked up again, but could not meet my eyes.

"T-twelve dollar."

"Card."

At my answer, Rhea extended it with a trembling hand.

The clerk ran the card while sneaking another look at her.

What are you looking at, asshole?

I stared him down and fondled her breast more openly.

"Would you like a bag?"

"What?"

"A bag. It’s one dollar..."

"Ah."

Rhea glanced up at me. I pinched her nipple firmly and answered.

"No. We’re taking them straight home to use."

"..."

I had always wanted to say that once.

We took the condoms and card and left the store.

Only after we were some distance away did Rhea finally gasp for air.

"Haa... Are you actually insane?"

"It was fun."

"Haa... Seriously. I truly hate you now, Ed."

"But you like my dick."

"..."

She glared at me again, as though asking why I insisted on hearing an answer I already knew.

Because I liked hearing it.

After hesitating, Rhea checked that no one was nearby and carefully stepped into my arms.

Her hand moved lovingly over the bulge in my pants.

"...I like your dick."

***

"Mm..."

Rhea opened her eyes to sunlight pouring into the room.

When she raised her aching body, she found the traces of the violent sex that had continued until dawn.

She was naked. Dried fluid covered her thighs, and sweat clung to her skin.

Her neck and shoulders were crowded with kiss marks. The blankets lay in disarray, condoms scattered among them.

’We used all twelve in the end...’

They had only fallen asleep after exhausting every condom they had bought.

She lifted one still holding semen with the tip of a finger.

"..."

The night returned to her.

The memory of being unable to do anything beneath that enormous cock, only taking thrust after relentless thrust...

Clinging to a man she claimed to dislike and moaning sweetly for him.

Cleaning his cock at the end, licking his body all over...

"Ugh..."

It was humiliating.

She had been dominated by a man like him and fucked exactly as he wanted.

It was so, so humiliating.

And yet...

She glanced toward Ed asleep beside her.

His back was turned, leaving only its broad shape visible.

"Kh... Snrrk..."

Even his snoring was ridiculous.

There was nothing about this man she liked.

’If it weren’t for his dick...’

She would never have begun to feel this way about someone like him.

Rhea carefully brought her lips close to his ear.

"...I #$@% you..."