Hearing this, Daziel's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
So many people are here, why bring up such a slightly private topic so bluntly?
Sparkle's reaction, however, was the complete opposite of Daziel's. Her previously gloomy face suddenly brightened, her lips curving into an alluring arc, as if she had instantly reverted to an innocent, carefree young girl.
"Oh my~" Sparkle spoke sweetly and softly, her tone rising, carrying a tantalizing tremor,
"Now it's my turn to be scared. You two sisters won't bully me, will you?"
"Are you scared stupid?" March 7th sneered, crossing her arms, and mocked bluntly,
"Who are you acting innocent for? This young lady isn't falling for your hypocritical tricks."
"Not at all~ Actually, when it comes to that kind of thing... it's the same no matter who's on top~"
Sparkle blinked innocently, her voice gentle like a willow brushed by the wind,
"Sparkle is never picky about these things. So, whatever Big Brother Daziel wants to do to Sparkle is fine~ After all, we'll all end up in the same bed with the two sisters sooner or later, right?"
"You wouldn't naively think that just because you did that kind of thing with Daziel, you've secured your position, would you?"
Herta raised a slender, distinctly jointed finger, pointing at Sparkle.
Her voice remained calm but carried undeniable deterrence.
"Let me tell you, whether you can join this family is up to me."
Hearing this, Daziel paused, looking at Herta with slight astonishment, "Since when was that the rule? How come I didn't know about this?"
Herta's tone was firm, as if Daziel's opinion was irrelevant, "March 7th just nodded in agreement. As for Topaz, I'll explain it to her personally. You just need to be aware of this. I'm merely informing you."
Daziel subconsciously glanced towards March 7th. March 7th's pretty face blushed slightly with shyness, but she still nodded gently.
Daziel frowned slightly, saying somewhat helplessly, "Wait, with this arrangement, it seems like I have very little status in the family..."
Herta's lips curved slightly upwards in a subtle smile,
"After this is over, my real body will descend once. At that time... I'll let you be on top. That should reflect your so-called family status, right?"
"You said it!" A flash of surprise lit up Daziel's eyes, his tone becoming excited,
"I haven't actually done that kind of thing with an Emanator before! This changes things! From now on, I'll climb on top of you and never get off!"
Herta's tone turned slightly cold, instantly shattering Daziel's unrealistic fantasy.
"What are you thinking? Just once. My real body still has research to do. Don't even think about delaying my scientific progress. Afterwards, you still have to go back to playing with puppets."
"Well... okay then." Daziel was slightly disappointed but accepted the arrangement nonetheless. It's not like he was losing out anyway.
Herta stopped dwelling on personal matters, changed the subject, and returned to the main point. "The current priority is for you to take care of this little Masked Fool girl for me first."
Hearing this, Sparkle, far from showing any fear, stepped forward gracefully.
She placed a slender finger, nail polished bright red, lightly on her full chest, winked flirtatiously at Daziel, and formed a cute heart shape with her hands.
"Come on, Big Brother Daziel~ I've been waiting impatiently. You must have been holding back badly just now, right? Now you can relax and pour it all inside~"
Daziel looked at Sparkle with a strange expression, feeling something was off. An indescribable sense of dissonance washed over him.
"Wait, why does her tone feel so weird to me..."
March 7th pursed her lips disdainfully nearby, looking at Sparkle with contempt,
"Tch, putting on an act. Who knows what schemes she's plotting now."
"I'm not! If you don't believe me, let Big Brother Daziel come inside and try~"
Sparkle giggled charmingly, her eyes darting flirtatiously, red lips parting slightly,
"Surely Big Brother Daziel isn't so vigorous with Sister Herta, only to fail with me? Am I inferior to the sisters in some way? Or is it... is Big Brother not up to it anymore?"
Her eyes were silky smooth, fingertips tapping her chest lightly, her posture alluring, yet unable to hide the slyness in her eyes.
Daziel looked at Sparkle, frowning. She's really leaning into this bratty girl persona, isn't she?
Why is this feeling of wrongness getting stronger?
Sensing Daziel's hesitation, Herta spoke coolly, yet with an undeniable authority,
"I told you to mount her, just do it boldly. There's nothing to fear."
Hearing this, Sparkle feigned even greater surprise, covering her small mouth,
"See, even Miss Herta said so. Big Brother Daziel, shouldn't you..." Her tone was coquettish, the end drawn out long and soft, laced with temptation, as if urging Daziel to act quickly.
Daziel looked at Herta with slight hesitation, his eyes questioning... Even with Herta's approval, he remained cautious.
Sparkle's dangerous nature made him even more unwilling to let his guard down.
Herta's lips curved slightly upwards, a cold smile appearing.
"Hmph, let me tell you the truth. This woman is also carrying some kind of meme DLC."
"Though I don't know where she got it..."
She paused briefly, her sharp gaze sweeping over Sparkle's suddenly stiff expression.
"This meme, although from the same source as the one plaguing Belobog, is not the same thing. If you do that kind of thing with her, not only will it fail to purify the meme in her, but it will also cause you to become infected."
Herta's voice wasn't loud, but it struck like thunder across the ice field, instantly freezing the atmosphere.
Sparkle's expression changed drastically, her smile freezing on her face, a flash of panic in her eyes.
"You... how did you know?" Her voice was sharp, tinged with disbelief. Clearly, Herta's words had hit a nerve.
"The thoughts of you masked clowns are easy enough to figure out with a little investigation."
Herta smiled contemptuously, as if she had already anticipated Sparkle's reaction.
"Heh, don't underestimate Miss Herta's intelligence network."
Her tone was firm, carrying a confidence that controlled the situation, causing Sparkle's facade to crumble instantly.
March 7th suddenly understood, exclaiming,
"Oh! I get it! This woman is eager to spread cauliflower!"
She crossed her arms, looking at Sparkle with eyes full of disdain and disgust, making no effort to hide her aversion.
Hearing this, Sparkle reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, instantly bristling.
"Why say something so nasty? How is it cauliflower?! I still have my first time, you know! How can meme transmission be the same as that kind of thing?!"
Her previously charming demeanor vanished completely, replaced by sharp anger born of shame.
"Besides, I don't understand! Why, knowing the truth, would you still want Daziel to do this with me?!"
Herta's tone was icy, completely unmoved.
"Let me tell you, I already had Sampo prepare a Meme Suppressor."
"As long as we're within this range, whatever we do to you, the meme cannot spread to another person."
She pointed to a distant spot, as if an invisible barrier existed there.
"This Curio isn't easy to get, you know. I only have one in my collection, and its range is very small. But in this godforsaken Everwinter Hill, it can just barely cover the area."
Daziel suddenly understood, instantly grasping the cause and effect. Hook was called by Sampo, but Sampo himself was nowhere to be seen. Turns out Herta had sent him to install this Meme Suppressor.
"You boring woman." Sparkle's face was ashen, her eyes filled with unwillingness, yet also a hint of despair.
"I... I also just wanted the two sisters' minds to fall even more completely, so you could better serve the savior."
She tried to argue, but it sounded pale and weak. Herta's arrangements had completely stripped her of any chance to turn the tables.
"Heh!" Daziel sneered, his eyes firm.
"I'm afraid that's not necessary. This world doesn't need any messy memes."
Right now, people's minds in this world were already twisted. If they were further eroded by memes, the unimaginable consequences would be like falling into an abyss.
It's better to pull this derailed inner world back onto the right track sooner, restoring it to that harmonious and friendly 12+ Star Rail version.
"Tsk, Big Brother really is upright." Sparkle's delicate face seemed drained of all color, her sigh filled with powerlessness and defeat.
"But since I've been seen through, there's no need to stay here anymore."
Her facade shattered, her tone weakened. "I'm leaving, Big Brother Daziel. Later..."
Sparkle's voice trailed off with a hint of subtle loneliness, like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind. She turned as if to leave.
"Stop!" Herta's cold voice rang out sharply,
Halting Sparkle's steps. A mocking curve touched her lips, her icy gaze like someone watching a caged beast.
"Where do you think you can go?"
Sparkle stopped, turned back, a strange, datura-like bewitching smile reappearing on her face.
"If I really wanted to leave, Miss Herta, could you keep me here?"
She took out a fox-face mask from her hand.
Strange red light flowed at both ends of the mask.
March 7th stared blankly at the mask, asking confusedly, "What's that... a magic prop?"
Daziel's expression changed, his pupils contracting. He instantly realized Sparkle's true intention. "Not good, she's going to escape!" He let out a low shout, immediately wanting to step forward and stop her, but realized he was already too late.
Sparkle moved swiftly as the wind. Almost as Daziel's words fell, she placed the mask on her face.
The mask fit Sparkle's face perfectly.
Instantly, a strange power began to emanate around her. After putting on the mask, Sparkle's figure began to blur, bleeding like an ink wash painting, seeming to merge with the surrounding ice and snow.
An unsettling fluctuation filled the air, a sign of space being distorted.
This is probably Sparkle's secret technique. Able to hide her form and evade all detection methods, truly a difficult escape art to counter.
Herta's main body wasn't present. Relying solely on this current puppet body, she really might not be able to stop Sparkle if she was determined to escape.
Sparkle's lips curved upwards slightly into a smug smile, full of cunning and mockery.
"Goodbye then, everyone." She chuckled lightly while raising her hand in a farewell wave, as if victory was already assured and she was about to leave calmly.
However, just at this critical moment, a sudden change occurred.
The Giovanni coin in Sparkle's pocket suddenly erupted with a blinding, dazzling light.
The coin's light burst forth like a scorching sun, instantly illuminating the entire ice field, dyeing everything around in a blinding darkness, forcing everyone present to shut their eyes, unable to look directly.
The smug smile on Sparkle's face instantly froze, replaced by shock and disbelief, her features slightly distorted in astonishment.
"How could... my Unreliable Narrator... how could it suddenly fail?"
She murmured to herself, eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, clearly not understanding what had happened.
"It... it was that guy JOJO. So this was the trick he played with the coin..." Sparkle suddenly realized, whispering through gritted teeth, finally understanding the reason for the coin's abnormality.
Daziel watched Sparkle's shocked expression, his lips curving upwards slightly with a hint of mockery.
"Seems the brat who usually loves screwing over her own people can also get screwed over by others."
He recalled Sparkle's previous actions and her unfathomable, vile personality, a feeling of schadenfreude welling up inside him.
"You clearly already guessed Giovanni tampered with the coin, yet you still dared to keep using it..." Daziel's tone held a hint of confusion, not understanding why Sparkle took such a risk.
Purely for fun?
Sparkle spread her hands helplessly, an irreverent smile reappearing on her face.
"Oh dear, if I gave up such a fun little toy just because I was afraid of problems, wouldn't life lose a lot of its amusement?"
She explained lightly, as if everything was within her expectations, only the result had slightly deviated from her plan.
"So, might as well keep using it."
Herta watched her coldly, like looking at a discarded experiment, her tone icy.
"So, the result now is that you've completely trapped yourself."
She ruthlessly pierced Sparkle's facade of ease, leaving her nowhere to hide.
"Whatever." Sparkle shrugged nonchalantly, adopting a 'might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb' attitude.
"So what if I'm trapped? For me, the biggest loss is just changing from using my mouth to losing my body. I can totally accept that level of loss."
She raised her eyes flippantly, looking at Daziel and Herta.
"Besides, you wouldn't kill me just because I'm carrying a meme, right? That doesn't really fit your usual style."
Sparkle spoke as if discussing something completely unrelated to herself, utterly unconcerned about her predicament.
"Damn it!" Hearing Sparkle's words, March 7th immediately flared up, stomping her foot in anger, her delicate face flushed red.
"What is she saying?! How come it feels like the bad guy isn't getting punished at all! Besides, if she escapes Everwinter Hill just like that, the meme in her will still exist! Who knows which innocent planet she'll harm next!"
"Can't be helped." Herta fell silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly,
"The meme issue with her... I can't do anything about it either. Maybe we should just put her under house arrest." Even someone as strong as Miss Herta was forced to accept the current situation.
Daziel also fell into thought, looking at Sparkle, his mind rapidly considering countermeasures. Not sure how to handle the current predicament to achieve the goal without violating his principles.
"Ding!"
Just then, a familiar mechanical notification sound suddenly echoed in Daziel's mind. Before him, the familiar translucent system interface appeared again.
[Scanning in progress!]
[Scan successful!]
[New Target Acquired: Sparkle]
[Corruption Value: 0%]
[Mission: Increase Sparkle's Corruption Value to 50%]
[Mission Reward: Meme Removal Reserve Expansion]
[Meme Removal Reserve Expansion: Adds the meme from target Sparkle to the database, enabling future removal of said meme.]
The translucent text appeared line by line like cold commands. Daziel looked at the familiar text, finding this damned system agreeable for the first time.
"Herta, March, help me hold her down."
Daziel's tone was calm, but his gaze was firmly locked on Sparkle, like a predator locking onto its prey.
"What for?" March 7th paused slightly, pointing at Sparkle with uncertainty, "Daziel, what are you going to do now?"
"I have a way to remove the meme from her."
Daziel's lips curved slightly, a hint of smugness quietly spreading,
"But before that, she needs to be taught a little lesson."
Hearing this, Sparkle's playful expression instantly vanished, replaced by a trace of panic.
"Really...? Big Brother Daziel, you shouldn't talk nonsense." Her tone was full of doubt, her eyes shifting uncertainly.
Herta studied Sparkle with interest, her tone suggesting she was enjoying the show. "Oh? Is that so? If you have a way, that's naturally for the best."
March 7th was already rubbing her hands together eagerly, a look of anticipation on her face.
"Hehe, I've wanted to teach this nasty little brat a lesson for a long time."
Daziel ignored their conversation, slowly pulling out the fire poker from behind him.
Its dark body gleamed dimly under the fiery light.
"When I used this fire poker before, I hadn't turned on the pain sensation. Let's try 10% now."
Hearing this, Herta raised an eyebrow, a slightly exaggerated smile touching her lips, her tone teasing.
"Only 10%? Daziel, aren't you being too gentle? If Aha heard, wouldn't he think you were impotent?"
Daziel glanced at Herta, his fingers gently stroking the fire poker, as if feeling the warmth emanating from it. "Don't worry, I can also adjust sensitivity now. I'll turn her sensitivity to maximum later."
March 7th's attention was instantly captured by the word "sensitivity." She leaned forward curiously.
"Eh? There's something like that? Daziel, when did you get this ability? Let me try it next time too."
Daziel rolled his eyes at March 7th, his tone laced with resignation,
"We'll talk about it later. If you want to try, try it back on the Express."
Sparkle looked at the ominous fire poker before her, and the various yet uniformly malicious expressions on the faces of the three, finally feeling a tide of genuine fear wash over her heart.
"Daziel, what... what are you going to do?!"
Herta, as if by magic, produced a strangely packaged potion from behind her back, handing it to Daziel, her tone casual.
"Here, this is an assist that guy Sampo specially prepared for you. Said you shouldn't hold back; this woman Sparkle is very hard to truly break."
Daziel took the vial, glanced at the label, his face full of disbelief. Where did he get this stuff?
This is clearly illegal, right?! That guy Sampo, he really has everything...
"You really made me suffer just now, Sparkle."
He poured two capsules from the vial, rolling the pills between his fingertips, a slightly evil smile on his face, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Uncle here is really getting angry now..."
Sparkle stared at Daziel. Each approaching step felt like it landed on her heart, making her body tremble.
And the two pills resting in Daziel's palm, their pearly white color, refracted an eerie cold light in the dim surroundings. The smile had long vanished from her face. Her usual easy composure and carefree irreverence were now being shattered piece by piece by fear.
"Ah!" A sharp scream finally burst from deep in her throat, carrying unconcealable terror and despair.
"N-no... stay away! You... stay away!"
Sparkle struggled desperately, her slender body twisting like a caught fish. Her wrists and ankles thrashed violently, but she couldn't shake off Herta and March 7th's firm grip in the slightest.
The two held her down firmly, immobilizing her. Despair washed over her completely like a tide.
Daziel slowly knelt down in front of her. His movements were gentle, yet carried an undeniable pressure. His eyes held no warmth, locked firmly on Sparkle's face, distorted by panic.
A low voice, like muffled thunder from deep underground, carrying undisguised threat and mockery, sounded by her ear.
"Starting to get scared now? It's already too late."
He mercilessly pinched open Sparkle's tightly clenched jaw and roughly shoved the two capsules into her mouth.
The cold pills slid down her throat, carrying an indescribable bitterness that instantly exploded on her taste buds. Sparkle instinctively tried to spit the pills out, her tongue pressing desperately against the roof of her mouth, her throat making muffled sounds of resistance. However, Daziel's fingers clamped her chin like iron pliers, preventing her from moving at all. All her struggles seemed futile.
The aphrodisiac's effects began to spread silently within her body.
Sparkle's body began to tremble uncontrollably, subtly yet undeniably.
Her originally pale cheeks visibly flushed with an unnatural rosy hue, like rouge spreading on white rice paper.
Her breathing also became rapid and disordered, heavy gasps escaping her lips.
"Well? How does it feel?" Daziel's voice was still cold, devoid of emotion, as if simply inquiring about some trivial matter.
Sparkle clenched her jaw tightly, her teeth almost drawing blood from her lip. But the aphrodisiac's effect was like a bursting dam, surging violently against her mind and body. Deep inside, it felt as if a raging fire had ignited, burning away her reason and will, making it hard to control herself, causing unbearable torment.
Sparkle's voice began to break, hoarse and unsteady, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Her previously clear, bright eyes were now veiled in a hazy mist, her gaze unfocused, losing its sharpness.
She felt her body growing hotter and hotter, as if placed in a scorching furnace. An indescribable heat rose from the depths of her bones, gnawing at her nerves.
"Don't worry, the good part is just beginning." A cold curve touched Daziel's lips as he stood up.
Daziel felt the last ember of rage burning in his chest ignite at full force. The invisible weakness had vanished—his energy was returning, his body throbbing with the urge to move, to reclaim the control Sparkle had tried to steal. He glared at the Masked Fool, who was struggling to keep that petulant smile on her lips, the mocking glint in her eyes despite the effects of the aphrodisiac.
"H-hoh... looks like the party's not over yet, 'Savior.' Pr-?" Sparkle began, her voice slightly cut off by the heat coursing through her body, but Daziel didn't give her time.
With a firm step, he closed the distance, grabbing Sparkle by the arm with force, ignoring her surprised gasp. The smile beneath her mask faltered for a second.
"The show's over for you being the director, clown," Daziel growled, his voice low, rough, laden with years of frustration—and now, an immediate thirst for dominance. He dragged her a few steps away from the camera tripod—the very one she had intended to use against him.
"Hey! Take it easy, br—" Sparkle tried to pull free, but Daziel was pure strength now. He turned her sharply, pushing her down.
"On your knees. Now," the order came out harsh, unquestionable.
Sparkle stared at him for a moment, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of anger, fear, and something... like curiosity. The smile returned, more forced, but still there. "Ooh, the Savior wants to play rough now? I like it. But I thought you preferred giving orders to... 'cute little sluts.'" She emphasized the last words, a clear echo of the conversation Herta and March had about her.
Ignoring the taunt, Daziel forced her to kneel in the cold snow. She let out a small whimper of surprise and discomfort as the heat seemed to focus on her lower half. "I said on your knees. Nobody said to sit." He adjusted her, making her brace her hands in the snow, her ass raised toward the icy sky. The mask still covered her face, but her body language was one of reluctant submission.
"Still think this is funny, Sparkle?" Daziel asked, his voice icy, as he stepped closer from behind. He knocked the camera tripod over, letting it fall sideways into the snow. "Your recording's gonna be a little different than what you planned."
He positioned himself behind her, the wind whipping at his back, the cold air contrasting with the heat rising through his body. His gaze lowered to Sparkle's well-defined ass, covered by the fabric of her costume. The anger was still there, but the sight of her in that position—vulnerable—began to mix with pure desire.
"Well, you never know, Savior. Maybe I'll enjoy being... ridden more," Sparkle replied, her voice slightly shaky from the aphrodisiac burning through her, yet she still refused to fully yield, maintaining her signature sarcastic smirk. "It's always good to try new roles, don't you think?"
Daziel didn't answer with words. He reached down and, without finesse, yanked the fabric of her costume down, exposing the pale skin of her ass. The snow seemed even whiter in contrast. He heard March let out a small sound—maybe a choked gasp or a muffled whimper. Herta just watched, still as an ice statue, but Daziel could feel the intensity of her gaze.
"Ah, Savior... so impatient... at least take off my—" Sparkle started, but Daziel didn't care. He ripped her panties off with a single rough motion. The sound of fabric tearing was loud in the silence.
"Fuck! Those were designer!" Sparkle shouted, a hint of genuine indignation in her voice for the first time, her composure completely slipping.
"I don't care," Daziel rasped, his voice rough. He pushed the torn fabric aside, revealing Sparkle's pussy—wet despite the cold and the situation. It was pink, a shocking contrast to the snow's whiteness and the pallor of her skin. The frigid air made her twitch slightly.
He leaned in, pinning her in place with an arm around her waist. With his other hand, Daziel gripped his cock—the "baseball bat" Sparkle had licked earlier—now hard and throbbing with the need to release the built-up tension.
"Y-you... just like this...?" Sparkle asked, her voice quieter now, maybe a little apprehensive, the sarcasm fading in the face of the moment's rawness.
Daziel didn't answer. He lined the tip of his cock with her tight entrance and pushed.
Sparkle let out a muffled scream. "Ah! Fuck!"
"Tight as hell," Daziel muttered, feeling the initial resistance. The cold seemed to have clenched everything, making her entrance impossibly snug. He waited a second, feeling the heat spread as her body adjusted slightly.
"R-really... you don't play around... nngh," Sparkle moaned, her posture breaking a little more.
Daziel ignored her attempt to regain control. He pushed harder, sinking in inch by inch, feeling the soft, wet heat of her flesh swallowing his cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and muffled, mixed with the howling wind.
"Ahh... f-fuck it... just go," Sparkle murmured, now seeming to surrender to the sensation, maybe even finding a new kind of "fun" in the pain and pleasure.
With one final thrust, Daziel buried himself fully inside her.
"UGH!" Sparkle gasped, her hands clawing at the snow. Her body shuddered under his weight and the overwhelming sensation of being filled.
Daziel felt the tip of his cock brush against something soft deep inside. The depth was perfect. It was impossibly tight, more than he expected, but the wet heat inside was paradise compared to the external cold.
He allowed himself a moment to savor it—his cock pulsing inside her, the tension of the moment, the bitter satisfaction of being in control. He could feel Sparkle's ragged breathing, hear the small sounds escaping from behind her mask.
"So, Savior? Gonna just stand there... or are you gonna fuck me?" Sparkle asked, her voice still attempting sarcasm but tinged with a restrained moan.
That was all Daziel needed.
He began to move. Slowly at first, feeling the fit, the wet, tight friction. Soon, the pace quickened.
"PLAP. PLAP. PLAP." The sound of his hips slapping against Sparkle's ass echoed across the frozen wasteland. The rhythm became a frenzy.
"Ah! Ah! N-ngh! H-harder! You son of a—" Sparkle cried out, moans and curses blending together. Her initial reluctance seemed to have evaporated, replaced by either masochistic pleasure or the sheer intensity overwhelming her. Her hips began moving involuntarily, matching his rhythm.
Daziel gripped her waist tightly, digging his fingers into her soft flesh to control her, dictating the pace—the power now undeniably his.
"Take it, you fucking clown!" Daziel snarled near her ear, feeling Sparkle's body tremble under his hands. He tilted his hips, driving even deeper with each thrust. This wasn't just sex—it was punishment, a reclamation. Every PLAP was a declaration that he was in charge now.
"N-ngh! I-it hurts! F-fuck! Y-yes! Harder! Ah!" Sparkle moaned, her voice mixing initial pain with growing pleasure, the mask hiding whatever expression was on her face, but the sounds escaped freely. Her breath was ragged, little squeaks and gasps slipping out with each powerful thrust from Daziel.
He threw his head back, staring up at Belobog's heavy gray sky. The wind blew, but the heat between them was intense. He grabbed her hips with both hands now, lifting her slightly so she braced more on her elbows, her ass raised even higher, offering a perfect view.
"Look at you," Daziel panted, his own breath heavy. "Getting fucked in the snow. Where's all that fun now?"
"S-still... h-having... fun... in a... UGH! Different way! Ah!" Sparkle retorted, still defying him even amidst the relentless pounding.
Daziel smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. "Good. Because I'm not done playing with my new 'toy' yet." He sped up even more, slamming into her hard, making her ass jiggle with the impact.
"PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CRUNCH!" (The sound of snow under her hands.)
"F-fuck! Ah! D-deeper! C-cum! Ahhhh! Harder!" Sparkle's cries were broken by moans.
Herta watched the scene, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, a faint touch of amusement at the corner of her lips. March 7th seemed torn between shock and curiosity, wringing her hands. Hook, blissfully ignorant under Herta's protection, was still pointing at Daziel and shouting something about Aetherium Wars, completely unaware of the private show Sparkle was putting on.
Daziel felt himself nearing the edge. But he wasn't going to cum yet—not like this. He needed to break her a little more, make her feel the depth of his domination.
In one swift motion, he pulled Sparkle up, forcing her to stand with her back to him. She staggered slightly in the snow, Daziel's cock slipping out with a wet sound.
"H-hey! What—?" Sparkle started, turning her head slightly to look at him, her mask now askew.
Daziel grabbed her by the hair—not hard enough to rip it out, but enough to yank her head back and expose her neck. He braced her against his body.
"Now you're gonna ride me," Daziel growled, his voice low and loaded with intent.
Before she could process it, he seized her two brown ponytails in one strong hand, pulling them back, forcing Sparkle's head up and back, fully exposing her slender neck. The tug wasn't gentle—it was firm, controlling her posture.
"Ah! My hai—!" Sparkle protested, her voice strained by the pull. The mask was now even more crooked, revealing one wide eye, dilated with surprise and controlled pain.
Daziel ignored the protest. With his other hand, he adjusted himself, feeling his hard, throbbing cock press against his pants, eager to be buried again. He guided her, holding her by the hair and waist, forcing her to take a small step back until she was positioned right over him.
"Ride," he ordered again, more forcefully, and with a push at her waist, he made her sink down onto his erect cock.
"Hyaa! Ah! N-ngh!" Sparkle squealed as the tip found her again, entering her still-tight, wet pussy. The fit was immediate, the heat contrasting with the snow's chill still on her hands. She sank onto him, letting out a long, shaky sigh as his cock filled her completely.
Daziel held her hair tight enough to feel the tension in her scalp, forcing her to keep her head tilted back, her throat exposed. With his other hand on her waist, he began dictating the rhythm.
He pulled her up and pushed her down, the wet, muffled sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the frozen air.
"PLOCK! SLLRP! PLOCK! SLLRP!"
Sparkle was panting, her hands now gripping Daziel's shoulders for balance as he made her bounce. The pull on her hair forced her to stare at the gray sky, but from the edge of her mask, he could see her eyes half-lidded, fixed on some distant point—or maybe just overwhelmed by sensation.
And then, he saw it. As if reacting unconsciously to the intensity—or maybe as a way to focus—the tip of Sparkle's tongue peeked out between her lips, small and pink, sticking out slightly as he made her ride him.
Daziel let out a rough, low chuckle. "Ah, look at that. The clown's got her tongue out. Enjoying being my little fucktoy, Sparkle?" He gripped both ponytails like reins, making her ass slam down onto his cock with more ease and force. "Bounce for me. Let's see if you learn not to provoke your betters."
"N-ngh! Y-you... AH! B-bastard! Yes! Harder! M-more... ah!" she moaned, her words broken by the forced movement. The pull on her hair seemed to intensify the sensations below. Every time Daziel yanked her down, the impact was harder, his cock hitting deep. Every time he pulled her up, the friction of him sliding out and back in was torturously delicious.
He made her bounce—slow and deep, then fast and furious. The control was absolute. He didn't let her set the pace; he was the pace.
"PLAP PLAP PLAPPLAPPLAP!" The sound grew faster, more violent.
Her tongue seemed to quiver slightly with the intensity, still sticking out, as if she were focusing on not losing her breath—or maybe on the raw pleasure wrecking her. The mask was completely crooked now, revealing more of her face, but even then, her exact expression was hidden in shadow. Only the moans and her tongue gave away just how thoroughly she was being fucked.
"Daziel, this..." March 7th murmured uncertainly, the sounds of impact and Sparkle's rough, lewd moans filling the air. Sparkle seemed to have lost all composure under the aphrodisiac's effects and Daziel's relentless fucking. "Isn't this too much?" But deep down, she was starting to get turned on by the sight—she could feel a chill between her legs.
Herta, on the other hand, let out another low, dry laugh. "How fascinating. The clown makes a good little mare. Look, March. She seems to be enjoying the ride. Serves her right for cheating against the great Herta." Her voice was pure irony, but there was a hint of hidden desire—she was already thinking about letting Daziel fuck her in that position later. Was it shameful? Yes. But it looked good.
Daziel heard, a twisted smirk on his lips. "See, girls? Thought you wanted her in the harem. She's already fitting in. Learning her place." He made Sparkle bounce harder, intentionally making her body shudder.
"N-no! Ah! I'm not! UGH! Your toy!" Sparkle cried out, gripping his arm with her hands, trying to steady herself—or maybe protest the only part of him she could reach.
"You're whatever I say you are now," Daziel growled back, feeling her fingers dig into his arm. He yanked her ponytails again, forcing her to arch her back further, his cock burying itself to the hilt.
"HHHNNNGH!" The sound Sparkle made was a long, stifled moan. He could feel her body clench around him, her tongue trembling even more.
He kept her bouncing like that for a few more minutes—no slowing down, no mercy, savoring every moan, every forced movement, the sight of her tongue out as she was fucked in the snow. It was primal, raw, and incredibly satisfying.
He felt his climax creeping up his spine. He was close—so close. He gripped her waist with one hand, her hair with the other, and delivered a final series of rapid, deep thrusts.
"PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP... ARGH!"
Daziel let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back as the wave of pleasure crashed over him, his cock pulsing violently as he came inside Sparkle, shooting his load deep into her pussy.
"AHHHH!" Sparkle screamed, her body going rigid, her hands crushing his arm. He felt the heat of her body spike suddenly, her tightness around his cock intensifying—she was coming too.
He stayed inside her for a moment, panting, feeling Sparkle's body tremble against his, her tongue still out, her breathing ragged. The howling wind seemed to quiet. The tense silence of the snow settled over them again.
Daziel released her hair, letting it fall back, and loosened his grip slightly, letting her relax and recover—still impaled on him.
Sparkle let out a weak moan and slumped slightly over his shoulders, the mask slipping completely now, revealing part of her face—one teary eye, her breath heavy and uneven. Her tongue finally retreated back into her mouth.
"F-fuck..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, sounding genuinely exhausted and shocked—maybe for the first time that night.
Daziel looked down at her, his smirk more relaxed now but still shadowed by dominance.
"We're just getting started..." Tonight, Daziel wouldn't stop until he broke this damn masked fool.
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