Chapter 36 – route A
Slade stood, eyes closed in front of the system window, gathering himself.
I’m not sacrificing anything. I’ll be just as happy as I’ll ever be, Slade thought.
Young Slade stared at him eagerly.
I’m sorry Violet…
He felt guilty for projecting his corrupted expectations of pleasure onto her.
His attraction and respect for her were genuine. But they weren't enough to stop Slade from chasing after pleasure. He had needed to see through the fallacy that his life would be more pleasurable overall with Griscent.
My unrealistic lust will only frustrate me and make me too hasty in relationships. I’m just setting myself up for failure.
He did not give up sex. He still hoped for intimate contact. But that was only the cake’s cream topping.
I won’t just settle for cream without substance.
“My choice is to have a meaningful story with Violet, rather than a sexual slideshow with Griscent.”
Who knows? Maybe love could become my light once it becomes genuine.
His finger approached the fateful button to reject Griscent.
“Good job, bro! I’m proud of you!” Young Slade said.
Wait. What will happen when I press this button? Will it reward me? Or punish me for failing to settle the diplomatic conflict? he wondered.
There were no tangible stakes behind the system window. Yet, it carried a heavy weight in his heart.
“Ah.” Slade stopped himself.
Young Slade fell on his bed, devoid of energy from the immeasurable disappointment.
“Stop dragging it and wasting my time, bastard!”
“I thought about a friend’s story… One day, he woke up on a sidewalk with a massive hangover and was covered with vomit.”
“And?”
“He had blacked out, unable to remember the previous night. When he collected his friends’ testimonies, they all laughed their ass off about the blast they had. Meanwhile, he was left out and sad. He stopped touching alcohol ever since…” old Slade said.
“So what? And I’m sure it was only temporary, he’ll forget this unpleasant experience soon enough and slip right back into it,” young Slade scoffed.
“I’ll make a final binge with that one precise elf and focus on how shitty it feels after I’m used to her,” old Slade concluded.
“I got it, you’re pulling an excuse to fuck her one more time, right?” Young Slade slammed the bed, wheezing in laughter.
Old Slade would force himself, even though he didn’t want to do it. An extra layer of reluctance rose in his mind.
“Alright… Let’s do it until I feel too shitty to continue!” old Slade concluded.
“Wait… You were serious? I doubt things would be so simple, but I wonder how far it will take us.” Young Slade wiped his tears.
“Strict abstinence backfires because it creates a tension between wanting something and being denied. I need to feel like I don’t want her, down to my core,” Old Slade said.
He hoped that the post-clarity limit-breaking nut would strengthen his will. And by framing Griscent sex as shackling his freedom, it was easier to reject her.
All of that just to push a button... I’m pathetic, am I not? he thought.
“Yeah yeah~ Do whatever you want, as long as you don’t just get ensnared by that honey trap… But no matter what you do, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving boobas haha!” young Slade spoke his great wisdom.
Instincts were like the mythical gods pulling the strings of the human mind. Young Slade had always handled them carefully, trying to work with them instead of struggling head-on.
But in this case, Slade’s lust was used against him. Feeding it sounded like a bad idea for the teenager, but he supported the plan with an open mind. Though he still made fun of the idea.
“Pfft- What’s that logic? Quitting by doing more of it? Talk about coping lol,” Young Slade mumbled.
Leaving the bedroom, old Slade walked back to the collapsed elf on the rough ground of the cave. Her semen covered chest rose and sank, as she slept quietly.
“What are you doing…” he asked his younger self, who followed him.
“I’m precocious. If the future me is doing it, I’ll do it right away!” he laughed.
They removed their pants, ready to double-team Griscent.
Old Slade held her from behind, while young Slade stood up with his penis inside her mouth.
After coming so many times in Griscent, old Slade could only see himself as humping a virtual bag of meat.
Wait a minute, I almost forgot but she’s an Evil Eye in reality! Slade thought, nauseous.
An internal battle was raging in him.
You’re fucking an eldritch abomination! his rationality screamed.
I don’t care! Those are childbearing hips! I’d pound it all day! his dick retorted.
You’ve been going at it for hours! You physically can’t go on! his rationality pleaded.
You underestimate my poweeeeeer! Reeeeeeeee! his dick yelled.
“Hmm…” the elf moaned, half-asleep.
They humped her from both sides.
“Oh, she’s amazing!” young Slade shouted.
“Really? She’s barely conscious. Where’s the pleasure in it?” old Slade asked.
As expected, it was a new crazy experience for his younger self, who quickly cummed inside Griscent’s mouth.
Behind the elf, the exhausted man groaned in frustration. He even had to lift Griscent for a double penetration with the illusory boy.
“Shit, I can’t do it anymore. It hurts!” He complained, his arms shaking.
“It’s not enough! One last push!” young Slade cheered.
They panted as they clinched Griscent, jamming their dulled meat into her holes full of semen.
“Finally, I’m coming!” Slade said.
“Me too!”
They released their last load, and gently let her down in the middle of the cave, still torn with strange, floating spatial rifts to other memories.
“Ugh… I’m deaaaad~”
“That was horrible...” old Slade grumbled, finally released from his self-imposed chores.
It was the triumph of logic over the dick by beating it senselessly. Truly a 200 IQ move.
Even after the empty pleasure, they were only left with frustration.
With foggy minds, the boys wobbled away, empty. They were past the stage where they would look at her lovingly. They over-indulged to the point they could no longer look straight at her.
Old Slade lay down on the rocky ground. The system windows appeared according to his will.
Young Slade sat cross-legged next to him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah… I might change my mind if I wait any longer. The moment I accept her plan, I’ll seal my fate as a parasitic pervert toilet slime, always struggling against who I am…”
“Of course, she’s too dangerous. Let’s dump her!” young Slade concluded.
As old Slade’s arm reached for the system window, a slender arm intercepted it.
“What are you doing?” The brown-haired woman clung to his side, staring with wide-open eyes.
“Oh shit! You woke up?!” young Slade screamed as he fell on his back.
“Both of you ruthlessly banged me while I was recovering. I’m so sore that I can’t even rest peacefully anymore… Then I wake up and what do I see?” Griscent growled, her moist eyes glistened.
The guys looked at each other.
“I told you it was a bad idea,” young Slade said.
“I-it’s not what it looks like,” old Slade said.
He tried to step away, but his arm was tightly anchored in Griscent’s arms. Young Slade backed away to a corner of the cave.
“You think I’m going to let you? What is it?! Dine and dash? Pump and dump?”
“Shoot and scoot?” Slade blurted.
“You fucking rotten man!!”
“Oof-”
The cave rotated, and the ground slammed the side of his skull.
Griscent stepped on his back after slamming him down.
He blinked in surprise as he flopped on the ground, rubbing his painful skull.
Grabbing Slade by the collar, she lifted him up.
“I was too soft with you. I’ll thoroughly educate your soul. Side effects might include headache and nausea, but it’s for your own good,” Griscent said.
Her chest split open, its inside full of teeth. Tentacles surged out from it, wrapping Slade all over.
“Please no, I don’t have insuran- Hmbf!” Slade said in a strangled voice, but Griscent shoved a tentacle inside his mouth.