How to Save a Time-Limited Heroine

Hot.

That was the first sensation Agnes felt.

Next came the tingling. No, it felt like being seared by a strong electric current. The moment her long-cherished purity was lost, the sensation traveled up her spine.

Agnes felt as if her mind had gone blank for a moment.

Even though Deltain had yet to make any movements, her breath came in strained gasps from just the penetration alone.

Even deep breaths were impossible. To elongate a breath would mean to release the tension in her body, but Agnes’s body was already beyond her control, unable to manage the tension.

“We haven’t even started yet.”

Agnes felt her jaw tremble as she rolled her eyes. There stood Deltain, looking down at her with a mocking smile, as if she were insignificant.

It was a smile so characteristic of him. Agnes felt herself subconsciously submitting to that smile and those imperious eyes.

She realized the truth. No matter how much she provoked him or tried to stand above him, in the end, he was the one who always won. She was nothing more than a helpless creature when he turned his back on her.

And Agnes liked that very much. So, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Deltain’s neck. And she said.

“You’re my first. And I’m your first.”

It was a declaration. Like reaffirming an unchanging truth.

Agnes marked Deltain once again.

“And you will be my last.”

The reaction was different from usual.

“Don’t say the obvious.”

Deltain lowered his head and kissed Agnes’s ear.

“I don’t have a hobby of sharing my belongings with others.”

Agnes wrapped her legs around Deltain’s waist. With her arms already embracing him, it created a posture that looked like she was clinging to him.

“That’s good.”

“Maybe if I abandon you, but who knows.”

“Even if you abandon me, I won’t leave. I’ll use everything I have to bind you to me. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll die. Right in front of your eyes.”

Agnes’s smile was full of mirth. But Deltain couldn’t think of it as just a joke.

The irrational obsession Agnes showed, lured by the demon’s temptation, made him think she might actually do what she said.

“So, tell me you love me.”

“No.”

“Tell me you’ll love only me.”

“Screw off.”

Agnes didn’t dare move hastily. So, she bit Deltain’s ear as if pouting.

Even that gave Agnes a thrill.

In a position where her insides were filled without a gap, she could feel his manhood with even a slight movement. She could feel the veins, the bends, and every motion.

Even in a situation where she couldn’t release anything, Agnes felt more sticky fluid leaking from her depths.

“It feels… ha… should I say it feels good?”

“What are you saying?”

“I feel like a toy. Thinking I’ll be used and discarded however you please makes me excited and heartbroken.”

“You’re really crazy.”

Deltain let out a dry laugh. With that jolt, Agnes moaned.

“Guh!”

“Kiah!”

Deltain felt her spasms with every jolt.

Though he pretended to be fine, the stimulation that followed was new to him as well, given that it was his first experience.

The tightness of her vag*na, her soft skin as she clung to him, and the feeling of her tongue licking his ear—all of it aroused him.

So Deltain began to move his hips slowly. He thought it would be ridiculous if he came just from being inside her.

“Now, I’ll move.”

“W-wait… ah!”

Thunk.

When Deltain thrust his hips once, Agnes’s back arched. The body that had been binding Deltain loosened, weakened by pleasure.

It was a flailing movement. Agnes’s legs could no longer wrap around Deltain’s waist and flailed against his thighs. Her hands, too, scratched at his back, desperately trying to hold on, but another thrust made them fall away.

To Deltain, it was a movement as gentle as possible. He wanted to thrust harder, but knowing she couldn’t take it, he restrained himself and moved softly.

Of course, even that was too much for Agnes, who spasmed and moaned as if out of her mind.

“Guh… huh… hik…”

Tears welled up in Agnes’s eyes. Drools dripped down her cheek from the corner of her mouth.

There was no feeling of disgust. Deltain felt a strange satisfaction watching the always composed woman lose her mind and flail about.

“Kkhik…”

Deltain slowly moved his hips and kissed Agnes. She began licking his lips.

With a sucking sound, Agnes wrapped her arms around Deltain’s neck again. This time, she kissed him so hard that her lips seemed to crush.

“More…!”

Her pleading voice aroused Deltain even more. With their lips locked, not only the breath but also the vibrations of her voice transmitted to him.

Deltain felt his lower body throb. When Agnes bit his upper lip, he felt like an electric current ran through him.

“Don’t be so impatient.”

When Deltain said that Agnes’s eyes twitched and then curved into a crescent shape.

Squeeze.

Agnes began to tighten around Deltain’s pen*s. Her vag*na trembled as if having a spasm. With every thrust, it released more fluid inside. Even then, it was greedy.

Agnes, as if trying to devour all of Deltain’s pen*s, mouthed around him and climaxed.

“Give it to me… inside…!”

Agnes wrapped her legs around Deltain’s waist again. She used all her remaining strength to squeeze her muscles there. Deltain had no time to react.

For the first time, Agnes moved her hips. The unexpected movement and tightness broke Deltain’s pace, leading to an inevitable climax.

“Guh…!”

Deltain’s brows furrowed. His face showed surprise. Even then, he kept releasing his essence inside her vag*na.

“You crazy b…”

“Give it all… pour it all into me.”

Agnes felt the thick, pulsating essence pouring out. Deltain’s pen*s was throbbing larger than ever before, and with each movement, pleasure erupted boundlessly.

“Phew…!”

Agnes continued kissing, her body trembling with the almost numb sensation between her legs. Deltain felt overwhelmed by her persistence.

Deltain withdrew his pen*s. With a , Agnes’s crevice quivered, and milky fluid began to leak out.

“… such a waste.”

Agnes moved her hand between her legs, pressing the hole shut. Another climax hit her as she did so, but by now, it was nothing surprising.

When Deltain chuckled, Agnes responded with a sly smile.

“Worried about getting me pregnant?”

“You knew, and yet you went on like that?”

“It’s still a waste. I want all of your first experience. And so, what if I get pregnant?”

“You won’t. I’ve already taken precautions.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a mage. Did you think I couldn’t handle basic control?”

The contraception was done even before they started. It might seem excessive to use 3rd Tier Magic just for contraception, but Deltain had no shame.

To him, 3rd Tier Magic was easy enough to use even while sleeping.

Agnes smacked her lips in disappointment but soon nodded.

It wasn’t that she was yearning for a child. She just wanted to see him flustered.

“So, no need for contraception then. Really feels like I’m just a toilet.”

“I remembered something I needed to do. Like finding the princess who told you this despite you being unable to move.”

“Don’t. Spend that time with me instead.”

“Get lost.”

Despite saying that, Deltain didn’t leave. After all, this was his bedroom too, and the matter wasn’t urgent enough to address immediately after sex.

Deltain laid down beside Agnes. She nestled her head on his arm and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hug me. I’m cold.”

“Cold? This place has the best temperature control.”

“Still cold. My body was filled just now, and now it’s empty.”

Deltain clicked his tongue and hugged her.

“Such a hassle.”

“You say that, but you still do everything for me.”

“If I don’t, you’ll whine all night.”

“You’re so perceptive.”

There was a peculiar comfort in embracing each other with bare skin. Deltain didn’t bother to ignore the sentiment.

But he did stop her from sucking on his collarbone as she steadied her breathing.

“Stop it.”

“No. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance, so I need to leave lots of marks.”

Agnes persistently targeted his collarbone, creating red marks as if it were a canvas.

The evenly spaced kiss marks looked like tattoos from a distance. Deltain didn’t say anything more and sighed.

During this, Agnes spoke.

“You leave some marks on me too.”

“Get lost.”

“Huh? Just one.”

Agnes rubbed her body against his. Despite having just ejaculated, Deltain felt himself stiffening again. Agnes noticed it too.

She chuckled and pressed her clitoris against the base of his glans.

“Let’s do it one more time. And this time, leave a hickey on me.”

“…”

“Neck, collarbone, chest. Oh, waist or inner thigh is fine too.”

Agnes leaned her head in.

“Or do you want to do it on my pussy?”

“Watch your language…”

“A friend taught me.”

Agnes gave Deltain a brief kiss on the corner of his eye. Then she said.

“I think I learned well. Knowing you’re aroused because of me turns me on.”

With a weary expression, Deltain snapped his fingers.

Agnes’s voice faded away.

“Since when did dogs start speaking? I must have been stupid.”

When Deltain inserted his fingers into Agnes’s vag*na and spread them apart, she smiled and spread her legs wider.

“Mm…”

It probably meant, “Come as much as you want.”

Deltain didn’t hold back and had sex with her three more times.

Afterward, Agnes remarked that it was arousing to be silenced, but that was another matter.

*

The next morning, Deltain woke up before Agnes. Staring at the interface before him, he was bewildered.

‘What is this….’