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

5: Arousal Points (18+)

“What a splendid being!” The man in purple robes shouted as he caught the futanari’s raining cum into the palms of his hands, grinning like a madman. “Her face, her breasts, her pussy, her dick! She is perfect in every way! We are all truly blessed to see the mythical Futanari in our lifetime!”

At the same time, for a couple of brief seconds after orgasming, Beatrice was lucid enough to realize what she was doing in front of all these hooded strangers.

Did I seriously just masturbate in front of all these people!? Beatrice was shocked by her own actions. What the hell was I thinking? No matter how good it felt, I should have had some control and used common sense! But… They don’t seem to mind. In fact, they’re catching my cum with their hands and tongues? They’re happy!

When a white drop fell near the corner of Lucarad’s mouth, the young man licked it off his face and continued, “Many thought Futanari to be fairy tales. Stories passed around by whores in brothels. But I knew the truth! I’ve always known!”

Ah, that’s right. If this was a normal world, I’d be either thrown in jail or raped right here where I lay! Yet they keep babbling something about me being a savior? That damn Luluna goddess! She really came through on this one!

“Hnn,” Beatrice let out a moan when she realized she’s been massaging her breasts and cock this entire time. What the hell? I just came a minute ago! The head of my penis should be hurting if I rub it like this. Why am I still so hard? Why does it still feel so good? Wait! What was that in my status?

Arousal Points? Beatrice wondered what it meant. Health Points, Mana Points, and the like were standard fare for most roleplaying games. Mana Points were sometimes Energy or Stamina Points, but they usually meant the same thing as far as game mechanics went. But this. And I’m down five points. Could it be from cumming? If only I could right-click—

“Haaah,” Beatrice moaned. Something like this is a part of my system? And the points did decrease when I orgasmed. But that means I need to cum four times to bring it back to zero? And the regeneration rate per second—

“Ahn!” Beatrice moaned again and bit her lip. She could no longer do any math. Not right now. She couldn’t do anything else. All unnecessary thoughts were overridden by her primal need. Beatrice was still horny and couldn’t resist stroking her cock, lubed by her own cum that trickled down her shaft after the big sprays of her first orgasm.

“Are we cured?” one of the hooded figures in blue robes—a man—asked.

“I don’t feel cured,” another figure—a woman—spoke up.

“Are you complete morons?” Lucarad—their leader—shouted. “The Taint cannot be cured so easily! Not from a couple of droplets! Even if they come from the Savior!”

Beatrice paid little attention to the hooded figures. Her cock demanded her undivided attention. Her previous orgasm was sublime, but it seemed that it only reignited her desire for pleasure. The nerves that were long dead and severed in her old body, were at their prime in this lust-driven body and ached for more.

What those Arousal Points meant, how they controlled her actions, Beatrice had already forgotten. She was hard and horny. That was all that mattered to her now.

“Our hero is still horny!” Lucarad shouted. “Don’t you see she’s overtaken by the lust of the ritual!? Taking all of your lust we collected over years! Something that a normal human being would be driven mad by! We must show our support! We must show our gratitude to our Savior and service her properly! Hurry! Prove your devotion!"

"Helen!” Lucarad screamed and pointed at the girl with his index finger. “It is time for you to do your part in the salvation of this world! You did not withhold from sex for a month for nothing! Prove your usefulness! Take care of our Savior who in turn will make this world safe for you and your little sister!”

“Useful”, yes, Helen thought as she rose to her feet and approached the altar. This is what I came here for. This is how I can take care of my little sister. How I can be useful. I can finally be useful. With small, timid steps, Helen approached the big-tittied futanari who was again lost in pleasuring herself.