"???"
Faced with Mutsumi Wakaba's strange request, Rin Ito was a bit stunned... He had been exceptionally gentle to avoid hurting her, and she seemed to be enjoying that tenderness just a moment ago.
But now she was asking if he had skipped dinner, acting like a completely different person... Thinking about it, Rin snapped back to reality.
It was likely Mortis who was currently in control of the body... 'Mortis' was the name Rin assigned based on his memories; Mutsumi herself hadn't bothered to name her sub-personalities. In reality, Mortis was just a label for a part of the whole that was Mutsumi Wakaba.
There was only one reason Mortis could emerge: Mutsumi either couldn't handle the sensation or had reached a mental peak so many times that her consciousness slipped, allowing Mortis to seize the opening.
This little cucumber was still too weak; even that level of gentleness had brought Mortis out... She said those words likely to ensure her own survival; the more brutal he was, the more reason she had to exist as the protector.
To Rin, they were both Mutsumi. All he could do was reduce the "shadowed area" of her trauma; the rest was for them to resolve.
"Since you put it that way... then I won't hold back."
"So gentle I can't feel a thing... use some force... EEK!!!!"
Before Mortis could finish, Rin gripped her slender waist with both hands and slammed into her ruthlessly. A small portion had been left outside earlier, but now the virgin "baby room" door of a girl who hadn't even tried self-pleasure was forced wide open.
Though he didn't occupy the womb itself, the stimulation was enough to make her golden eyes roll back, her thin frame spasming uncontrollably.
SLAP!
Rin's palm landed on Mortis's rear. Though her buttocks didn't have much meat and were quite petite, they were incredibly tight and pert.
With that one slap, even though Rin didn't use much strength, a red handprint appeared on the porcelain-white cheeks.
Rin reached out and grabbed the Sakiko doll lying nearby.
"Your maid is still in the house. Cover your mouth with this and don't be too loud."
Mortis instinctively followed his command, clutching the Sakiko doll to her chest and stuffing it against her mouth. Her thoughts were the same as before... I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying!!!
In the mental world earlier, she felt her existence being erased, but now... she was actually going to die!!!
Mutsumi's body was small and light. She had been kneeling on the bed with her rear in the air, but now Rin simply grabbed her thighs and lifted her lower half off the mattress.
And then...
"GUH-MMMMMPH!!!!"
The muffled scream echoed through the Sakiko plushie.
With her lower body suspended, Mortis instinctively tightened her muscles to maintain balance. Her body was already tight, but now the experience was on a whole different level.
Since Mortis wanted a reason to live... he would give her a very convincing one.
Mutsumi's recovery depended on her stepping out of the shadow and handling the pressure herself; otherwise, even if Mortis vanished, a new persona would take her place. For now, as long as Mortis behaved and didn't act out, it was fine.
Or perhaps, once Mutsumi recovered, it wouldn't be bad if Mortis only appeared during sex.
Discarding the previous gentleness, Rin used the little cucumber's body as a living fleshlight.
If not for the plushie blocking her mouth, Rin felt she would be letting out "Oh-ho-ho-ho" screams by now. As it was, she wasn't much better off.
Her golden eyes rolled back involuntarily, and the drool escaping her lips soaked the Sakiko doll. She could no longer care about such things.
She felt every one of Rin's thrusts was stabbing directly into her brain.
Guh... I shouldn't have been so provocative.
Regret... Mortis was drowning in it.
She saw how gentle he was and assumed "rough" just meant a little more effort. She had no idea...
She had her reason to exist, but she couldn't handle the cost.
Previously, Mortis protected Mutsumi by absorbing psychological pressure, but Rin wasn't giving her mental pressure—he was giving her physical devastation.
"GUH-EEEE!!!"
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying! He's actually going to fuck me to death!!!
After a final, bone-jarring spasm, Mortis surrendered control back to Mutsumi.
"...?"
Mutsumi had no memory of the time Mortis was in control. From her perspective, the gentle Rin had suddenly turned into a beast, but she had no time to ponder the mystery.
If she couldn't handle the gentleness, she certainly couldn't handle this.
"!!!!"
After another bout of convulsions, Mutsumi handed the body back to Mortis.
"No... GUH-WOOOO!!!!"
Mortis tried to protest, but her words were replaced by a muffled, wanton moan. This time Mutsumi was prepared; possessing the dominant consciousness, she simply locked herself away and threw the body to Mortis.
Mortis: [I'm dying, I'm dying... come back out! W-we can take turns.]
Mutsumi: [N-no... it's... it feels too good. No. I'll come out when it's over.]
Mortis: [Guh... just kill me.]
"Kill me" didn't work.
Rin didn't just spank her while enjoying the succulent cucumber. Mutsumi had practiced ballet, so her flexibility was top-tier. Rin forced her into a standing split.
Since she was only five feet tall, Rin simply hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. With her feet unable to touch the ground, she took the full force of every thrust as he lifted her up and let her drop heavily back onto him. He didn't stop until Mortis finally blacked out from exhaustion.
Keeping his voice low, he used wet wipes to clean her body and then meticulously tidied the room. After all, she lived with her parents. If he left a mess for the maid to find, it would be a disaster.
After nearly two hours of cleanup, the room was back to normal and the little cucumber slowly blinked her eyes open.
"You're awake. Should I call you Mutsumi Wakaba, or should I call you something else?"
"...?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.
Mortis: [Go out there! It's your turn!]
Mutsumi: [No. What if he wants to continue and you hide? What will I do?]
Mortis: [...]
"If you keep pretending, I'm going to start 'using' you again."
"Don't..." The cold, robotic expression instantly crumbled. She looked at Rin with aggrieved, watery eyes, like a child whose candy had been stolen.
"My acting should have been perfect. how did you know?" Mortis pouted.
"How would the 'Little Cucumber' ever ask me to fuck her like that? I knew your mind was a bit fractured... what's your deal? You don't have to hide it from me."
Since Rin had already seen through her, Mortis stopped hiding and gave him a summary of her situation.
"So your current reason for existing is just to be fucked by me?" Rin looked at Mortis with a half-smile.
"..." Although she didn't want to admit it, that was the current reality. She shyly looked away and changed the subject. "But now... she seems to know what happens when I'm in control. Before, she treated my voice as static. Now, we can actually talk."
Is the barrier between you two just a hymen? Rin really wanted to make that joke but maintained his professional facade.
"Mmm... probably because you only came out during high-pressure situations she wanted to forget. Now... although she can't handle the intensity, she's actually happy, so she doesn't reject the memories of your appearance. You've worked hard."
Rin rubbed Mortis's head affectionately. She narrowed her eyes and leaned into his hand like a cat.
"M-Maybe so. Hmph... I've been the one protecting her all this time~"
"Yes, yes. Good girl, good girl~" Rin smiled at the cat-like Mortis. "By the way... how should I tell you two apart? What's your name?"
"I... I don't have a name." Mortis shook her head. She was just a tool used to play the role of 'Mutsumi Wakaba.' No, worse than a tool.
She was a nameless drone.
"No name? Then how about I give you one?"
"Mmh!" Mortis nodded vigorously, looking like an excited child.
"Mmm..." Rin rubbed her head, feigning deep thought. "I've got it... You almost died just now and then begged me to use you. Let's call you Mortis. It means 'Death.' It suits you perfectly."
"????"
Mortis's lip twitched. While 'Death' sounded cool and edgy in a chuunibyou kind of way...
"I... I don't want a name with such a weird meaning!"