“…” Delphina momentarily stops shoving her cock into me. I let out an uncomfortable moan as her penis is removed, the sensation of being torn apart from the inside seeming to destroy what little grasp on reality I try to maintain.

“…Is Pandora really not going to give up?” I hear Delphina’s irritated voice speaking to me, but I hardly care because being dumped in a puddle of semen makes my skin tingle unpleasantly.

’10 years… 10 years of sex… and I can’t get used to it…’ For some reason, I can’t get rid of the sensory overload. It lessened a little, but it never stopped.

Everything she does is still hellishly painful and “pleasurable.” I think the reason my adaptation hasn’t stopped this is because of a future sense of urgency. I need to feel pain, pleasure, and touch to know that something is wrong with my body.

In other words, the adaptation cannot and should not remove something fundamental for my survival. My body needs to know if something is invading it, my body needs to feel when something touches my skin.

But the problem is that it doesn’t reduce it enough to stop the sensory overload. I’ve lost who knows how many liters of blood just from nosebleeds caused by sensory overload.

“H-Hmmm” I try to speak, but the restraint on my mouth only lets a moan escape. I was dead wrong to think Delphina would lose. It’s been 10 years of sex and she hasn’t stopped to rest once.

The situation is so bad that I’ve been forcibly taught how to manipulate mana without the system, which is absurd considering only ancient goddesses can use powers without the system.

The extreme situation I’m in is forcing me to learn things beyond my limits.

“You’re so stubborn, Pandora…” Delphina says this as if it’s my fault, but I can’t get pregnant. My body won’t allow it because it’s being strained along with the sensory overload.

I already tried to let her impregnate me, but my body won’t accept it in this situation. Besides, 10 years exceeds my limit. With active passives, I endured over 6 months of sex, but that was with my normal body.

Here, I don’t have active passives and I’m sensitive. My body gave out completely in less than 1 month of sex, and now it’s just running on autopilot for defense, but it has stopped many of its general activities.

‘…’ I take a deep breath, but the environment is disgusting to breathe in. The strong smell of lust seems to burn my nose, but I need this to stay calm.

All of this is uncomfortable, but it’s also… data to be acquired. I’m learning new things, “meditating,” and increasing my brain capacity.

My brain, which keeps taking damage, is changing, becoming more efficient at processing everything. All this sex that’s bad for my body is making me stronger.

“Were 10 years not enough for you to give up, Pandora?…” I feel Delphina pulling my leg towards her. I try to calm down.

“It seems I’ll have to get more serious if I want to break your defenses.” When Delphina says this, I get confused, until I feel the heads of her two penises touching my pussy.

“!!? HMMMM!!!’

‘Th-This damn bitch wants to shove both into just one place!?’ I try to move, but my body won’t obey. It redirected all the energy I have solely and exclusively to the processing task so my brain can handle the strain.

“Maybe if I fill you with double the load in your womb, you’ll finally get pregnant.” She says this as she begins to push. Even for my super-elastic vagina, two is too much for me.

My fingers move, agitating the puddle of semen as I try to stop her, but she just pushes inside. My intimate parts are being forced beyond their limit to open up and accommodate the size.

The intense sensation is as if I’m being completely torn apart inside, even though I’m not actually tearing. The “barbs” on her penis scraping against every fold inside my vagina generate an electrifying pleasure that seems to destroy my sanity.

Soon she pushes hard, trying to force this monstrosity into a hole that clearly doesn’t fit. The feeling of my abdomen rising is so strange, like an alien and devastating sensation, until it hits my womb, pushing it up, and she’s completely inside me.

“10 years and your pussy is still as tight as ever! It’s insane! Congratulations, Pandora!” She says this with a sarcastic tone from someone who wanted to finish this quickly but is meeting unexpected resistance.

‘…’ I notice blood flowing from my eyes. I know it’s blood because its composition is different from tears.

‘It’s the first time my eyes have bled…’ Until now, only my nose bled. It means her forcing her two penises into my vagina was too much for my brain, which had to process even more information.

‘What hell…’ She begins to move rhythmically, thrusting in and out of me. The drag of her “barbs” pulling on my intimate parts is insane.

It feels like she’s ripping my guts out every time she pulls back, and when she pushes in, it’s like she’s forcing everything to shift upwards awkwardly again.

The sensation of the semen in my womb moving with it is unpleasant. I feel as if a sticky web is moving everywhere while Delphina seems like she’s about to cum.

I prepare for it, but no preparation allows my brain to handle it. When she cums with both penises, I feel like my belly is going to burst.

It expands rapidly with the semen invading my womb. The sensation of semen dripping from my intimate parts is a never-ending burning, as if magma is being poured inside my body.

‘Zephyra transformed all the pain she felt into pleasure…’ I think about doing the same. It’s crazy that I keep feeling all these sensations as something different.

I had thought about it before, but I didn’t want to do it. Categorizing everything I feel as pleasure means that, no matter how outrageous the current situation is, I will consider it good.

But in return, categorizing everything as pleasure will allow my brain to stop trying to analyze and store every piece of information as something separate, reducing the mental load and the pain.

‘Dealing only with pleasure should be easier…’ Fortunately, no matter how crazy the situation is, my brain can still think rationally, which keeps me from going insane.

“Hmmm” I feel her removing her penises from inside me. A lot of semen leaks out as my abdomen shrinks in size. My pussy can’t close because of its size.

But even now, I know I’m not pregnant. My body is fighting with all its might to prevent pregnancy, even though I’ve accepted it.

‘Damn body… so proud… just accept defeat already…’ I think this with hatred for how resistant I am in this aspect.

“GHHHMMM” I feel a kick in my belly as semen is forced out from inside.

“I know you didn’t get pregnant, Pandora… this is really starting to piss me off…” I hear her teeth grinding.

“I was never very patient, so 10 years of this is frustrating for me… really, really frustrating…” I hear the sound of water dripping.

‘She’s crying…’ She does this about once a year. She hits me and yells in anger, but she cries too, because to her it seems like I don’t truly love her since I won’t allow the pregnancy.

‘So cute….’ These are one of the few moments I genuinely enjoy hearing. The sound of her crying for me, even if it doesn’t last long, helps me know that I’m still the one on top.

Even though the situation is horrible for me and even though she’s dominating me, I’m still the center of the relationship. I’m still the most important one.

And this shows me that… Delphina is in the golden cage her love for me created. No matter how dominant she tries to be, she still depends entirely on me, and not the other way around.

Even if I get pregnant by her, I’ll still be the one on top, because everything about Delphina revolves around the love I can offer her.

“…” I feel her moving the restraint on my mouth and removing it. It’s the first time she’s removed the restraint in 10 years.

“Pandora… do you have something to say to me…” She asks in a neutral tone, trying to hide her feelings. But if she didn’t remove the blindfold from my eyes, it’s because she wants to hide her face, where I know her feelings will be displayed.

“Haaa… Haaa…” I breathe through my mouth. The feeling of finally having my mouth free is great. And even though I know my voice has returned to that refined tone from before because I’m not using magic anymore, I still decide to provoke her.

“Is this all you’ve got, Delphina? It seems the great Tyrant of the Seas can’t even impregnate the girl in front of her who’s completely bound and vulnerable. How pathetic.” When I say this, I hear the sound of more tears.

“You’re so pathetic, honestly. HahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” I laugh madly, mocking her. Normally, this would be insane, but I know exactly what I’m doing.

I’m not the kind of girl who loves others gently. I’m the kind who takes everything for myself and controls my loved ones however I can. And that’s what I’m doing now, sinking my claws even deeper into Delphina.

Covering her mind and her heart with nothing but me. If she loves something, she must love me. If she’s frustrated with something, I must be the reason for her frustration. And if she hates something, she must hate it for me.

Delphina might be winning my body by force, but I’m winning everything someone like me desires: total control over her mind. And for that, giving up my body is nothing.

And I know that the more frustrated, angry, and sad she is now, the happier and more loving she will be when we have a child. All her anger, hatred, and frustration will turn into love and a sense of accomplishment.

She will think she won, when in reality, I won. Delphina was always the partner I worried about the most in terms of how to keep her close. She loves me, but she’s too strong for me to force her to stay with me.

She’s naive about love, and although she loved me strongly, it was still a passionate love, meaning it could end someday.

Delphina’s love for me came from novelty, but considering her personality, in 10, 100, or 1000 years, the love could end. And she, proud as she is, would see that humiliating herself for me is ridiculous.

Our love is like a trophy. The moment you win it, it’s something to be proud of and pay attention to, and observing the trophy every day is great… but over time, the interest fades because in the end, it’s just an empty cup.

Delphina loves me, but that love was truly limited, and I always knew it. But now I have the chance to make this love permanent. It won’t be just temporary love anymore. Now she will never free herself from her love for me.

“Nothing to say? You pathetic whore, you’ll never get me pregnant with just this. Maybe that’s the reason I always put you in second place?”

“You’re not even capable of taking the reins, even with me vulnerable!! And that’s why you’re pathetic and always the second choice! Hahahahaha!! If this is all you’ve got, you… HHMMhmm” She forces her cock into my mouth. I can feel her anger as drops fall on my face—her tears.

‘So… unpleasant…’ The feeling of her cock in my mouth is unpleasant. It’s very hot, has an extremely bitter taste of semen and love nectar, and a horrible stench of lust accumulated over 10 years of sex.

‘Ah, I love this…’ The feeling of pleasure from controlling her is addictive. 10 years without being able to speak. 10 years of letting her command everything, only for her to fall into her own trap in the end.

If she had never removed this restraint from my mouth, she could have impregnated me without falling for this trick. Too bad she was foolish enough to want to hear what I had to say.

She pushes down, shoving it all in. It really hurts. I feel as if my throat, esophagus, and stomach are burning, but I was prepared. Now that I’ve insulted her, things will get even worse and more extreme.

‘I just need to hold on until the pregnancy happens…’ She begins to move up and down violently. Each downward thrust hits my head hard against the floor and messes up my organs.

Until she cums. The sensation of my stomach filling with that viscous liquid makes me want to vomit. My body hates the feeling of it inside me because of the sensitivity.

She removes her cock slowly while I feel my belly full of semen. As soon as she pulls it out, drops of saliva and semen drip onto my face before I’m hit by a punch.

“Ghhhm” I feel blood flowing from my nose as she puts the restraint back on my mouth. She is undoubtedly very angry and furious, but it doesn’t matter. I already got what I wanted; I don’t need to speak anymore.

It’s an obvious lie. I don’t purposely treat her as second choice; I love her very much too. But this is how I am—manipulative. And with this golden opportunity to manipulate her, of course I’ll attack her insecurities.

“AAAHHMMMM” I let out a scream mixed with a moan when she shoves everything inside my pussy again. It’s so brutal and painful, but I smile, enjoying the damage I did with just a few words.

I decide to really go through with the plan of categorizing all current stimuli as pleasure. It’s better for me to handle it this way, even if it’s crazy in the long run.

‘Your pain is so sweet, my little shark.’

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