Being Trained Feels Good

No matter how everywhere around me was nothing but identical sand.

“Haaah….”

It was impossible not to realize that we had come astonishingly far—so far that comparing it to before was difficult.

In terms of distance, it felt like we had covered nearly 200 kilometers in only two days.

Having become Acard’s personal fleshlight as he zipped along using the air-stepping technique I had only ever seen in martial-arts novels, I was going insane.

…No, I might already have gone insane.

It was slower than a carriage, but certainly dozens of times faster than a person.

Yet I couldn’t escape, and my pussy kept being pounded in time with that speed, squelch after squelch.

Even my brain, which had consumed every kind of porn imaginable, could do nothing but send tingling currents through me.

“Say you’ll marry me, Ria, and I’ll stop.”...