New Life As An Ecchi Girl With A “Big Surprise”

11: A Moment of Clarity (18+)



11: A Moment of Clarity (18+)

“Hn—hah?” Beatrice couldn’t believe what she just heard. The futanari had stopped massaging her cock for a while now. She just sat on the edge of the stone altar, taken aback by the twin-tailed girl’s outburst of anguish, caused by—how it ultimately seemed to Beatrice— nonreciprocal love.

“I’m saying that this blonde slut is desperate for a futanari cock,” Priscilla said with a forced smile and spread Victoria’s pussy lips to reveal her welcoming wet hole. “What are you still waiting for? I find it hard to believe she’s not your type, but I suppose that is why the High Priest, Lord Lucarad offered me as well, just in case you had a fetish for girls cursed with tiny breasts.”

Beatrice didn’t answer. Priscilla, was it? Despite everything she said a minute ago, this girl is inviting me to fuck her… Friend? Sister? Lover? While she just watches with an aching heart? She’s even offering herself despite having feelings for that big-breasted blonde?

“Why are you hesitating?” Priscilla asked. “Your cock is still hard, which means you want to fuck at least one of us, right?”

Suddenly, Beatrice thought the same thing. Why am I hesitating? Just moments before I couldn’t help but masturbate and pleasure myself over and over again in front of everyone, not caring about what they might think of me! No, I completely forgot about their existence! What has changed now? Is it that “Arousal” system? Is it controlling me that much?

Beatrice mentally brought up in her mind’s eye the specific stat.

Arousal Points 10/20 (+0.01/sec)

Wasn’t it at seven Points before? Beatrice tried to recall through the haze of pleasure and orgasms. Either way, it is recovering at a frightening rate!

Though Beatrice had no clock to tell how much time had passed, by doing quick math in her head she started to realize how fast her AP would max out every time.

“If these girls are not to your liking, we have many others!” The white-haired High Priest said loudly, from farther away. “If you’ve taken fancy to Helen, you may use her however you see fit to satiate your lust!”

“N-no-no, it’s fine!” Beatrice responded quickly while she was still lucid. Arousal wasn’t the issue—Victoria and Priscilla were plenty hot.

Ah! Beatrice nearly gasped and her eyes went wide. She had completely forgotten about the redhead she was enamored with mere minutes before and looked beneath the altar she was still sitting on. Helen was on the floor, at Beatrice’s feet. She was leaning with her back against the altar with her eyes closed, sucking on her index finger while rubbing herself between her legs. Helen’s blissful face was as clean as it could be, which—as Beatrice summarized—meant that she cleaned herself off with her fingers and licked them clean, now savoring the aftertaste.

That scene made Beatrice’s dick swell to its full form. It ached to ravage the redhead, who was clearly lost in pleasure and would probably indeed let herself be used in any way Beatrice wanted. Isn’t this what I wanted? Why I came here? Beatrice thought, fighting desperately against her base instincts that grew stronger with each passing second. No, Beatrice wanted to take care of something else, something fleeting—Priscilla!

Beatrice looked at the petite blue-haired girl, who now ended up in a rather awkward position along with Victoria—their further fate entirely dependant on Beatrice’s choice. They both looked at Beatrice.

Victoria’s surface thoughts were easy to read for Beatrice. The blonde looked at the futanari with guilty anticipation. She breathed hard, her face was flushed, and she kept squirming and rubbing her thighs craving for more stimulation that Priscilla stopped providing.

Priscilla’s pained expression was more complex. Beatrice looked deeply into Priscilla's teary eyes, trying to figure the girl out, and her relationship with Victoria. Though Priscilla clearly waited for Beatrice’s response, it wasn’t clear what result she was truly hoping for.

She already cried once, Beatrice thought. If I reject her now completely, take the redhead for my pleasure, while ignoring all of what Priscilla had done, how she poured her heart and soul out... How would she handle it? What would happen to her? What would it say about me?

This strange cult seems eager to please me in any way I see fit, but what about those I reject so blatantly? Would there be consequences for them? I find it hard to believe there wouldn’t be, considering how easily their High Priest was ready to discard his offering for a different one.

“My Lady, Beatrice—” Lucarad addressed the futanari again, but she interrupted him.

“It’s fine!” Beatrice said loudly and got off the altar that she spent all her time on in this world up until now. “I’ve made my choice!”


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