CHAPTER 73: MANGA SUTRA

Nash blinked at the way Jaz had burst open, her otaku side firing like fireworks. She was rambling, giddy, hugging the doujin to her chest as if it was sacred.

He leaned back in the bench.

Honestly... I didn’t expect that... It’s true that she looked shy sometimes... This could explain that... Hm... But what now?

It was quite the situation. Her system and the doujin were the ingredients for an explosive moment, but Amara was coming.

But still... Jaz had been an anomaly from the moment he met her. This giantess could be falling for him? Why should he reject that eventuality?

Screw morality, weren’t this world lawless?

"Alright," he said evenly, a faint smile tugging his mouth. "Take a breath. You want to talk manga? Let’s talk."

Her breath caught.

"You mean it? Like, really talk about it? Even... this?" She lifted the doujin a little, half-embarrassed, half-thrilled.

Nash nodded slowly.

"Even that. Why hide it?" His voice lowered. "I’m a big fan too, and I’m glad to finally meet a fellow degenerate. I’m curious what you’ve been dying to say."

Her eyes lit up, and she slid onto the bench beside him, opening the book with trembling fingers. She jabbed at a panel, her voice climbing.

"Look—look at this! The crazy passion, the screaming, the way it’s drawn... see how the artist exaggerates the stretch, the skin pulling, the sweat lines? It’s ridiculous but that’s what makes it so real. I love it. Imagine if it happened for real, the way it would feel!"

Nash leaned closer, brushing her wrist on purpose. Trigger: Playful contact. Lust +8%.

"Oh, I see, I see... Very touchy. So you’re into the extreme stuff, huh?" he said with a smirk.

Her face burned, but she laughed breathlessly.

"O-okay, yeah. The crazier the better. Tentacles, gang-bangs, all of it. Just once, I’d want to try everything."

Nash’s chest tightened.

Damn, girl... Roll with it...

"You want to know what tentacles feel like?"

Her thighs pressed together, and she ducked her head.

"I-it’s... curiosity, that’s all. It’s not like I’ve ever tried anything. But reading it, I can’t stop wondering... Tentacles aren’t too big, and they can go far... I saw a doujin where it went from the anus to the mouth of a girl, can you imagine?"

Lust +12%.

Nash hummed, flipping the page.

"Yeah, I can totally imagine, I can even dream about it. And this one? Poor thing, a gang-bang. You want that kind of... attention?"

Her smile turned shaky but bright, eyes darting away.

"I... think about it. Taking so many men, all at once. It scares me but.... it’s a little... exciting. Imagine being taken by 10... penises at once. In some stories girls were taken two d-dicks at once in her vagina, butthole and mouth... and another two in each hand."

Nash fought the urge to grin.

He pressed, voice lower.

"You want 2 dicks in your ass?"

She yelped accidentally.

"G... N-No! Of course no... Not me... I mean..."

She hid her face behind the book, muttering.

"I mean... Like if my lover had like clones... Like that novel where a teacher get a gang-bang from one guy who got multiplied... That’s... like... Schrodinger’s NTR. And I prefer incest anyway..."

Nash bit his tongue.

Ah... touché...

"Oh you love them? I too am a... Big connoisseur in incest stories... So you like those?"

Her face went scarlet, but she nodded fast, eyes wide.

"Y-yeah. They feel... forbidden. Wrong. That’s why it makes me crazy. The secret love, the hiding, the risk. It’s my favorite trope. Like uh.... don’t take it weird, ok? But imagine a brother and a sister taking a bath together for the first time since they’re kids. Then they become teenagers and start learning more about the opposite sex, then...."

Nash’s thoughts sharpened. Listened her whole fantasy, and for the first time since his awakening, he felt like maybe he wasn’t the craziest dog in heat in the city.

The two of them leaned over the book, their shoulders touching now. They began comparing each position on the drawings.

Nash tapped a panel.

"Um... That one. That’s my favorite."

Jaz jolted.

"The mating press? That’s mine too! It’s so dramatic, so overwhelming. The way the girl’s legs fold, the pressure, the intensity, it’s perfect. Especially the panel from the back POV! I always get wet when I see the girl getting crushed like that."

Affection +12%.

Nash chuckled.

"You really like violence huh?"

She flipped to another.

"I call that art. Isn’t it interesting when the position looks just crazy? Sex must be special, I love seeing a character class and dignified then getting massacred in bed, like you’ll never see her twice the same. It’s like a sexual super hero. There’s also the doggystyle. It’s the best to see the girl’s back and the let the boys see your butt. I’d try it in a heartbeat."

Another panel.

"This one’s my fifth favorite, depending on the mood. The girl on top, raising the guy’s leg like a reverse mating press. It looks ridiculous, but imagine... I so want to destroy someone like that too."

She bit her lip, embarrassed, but kept going.

"Anal too. I mean... it terrifies me, but if it’s drawn here, I want to experience it once. You know, the forums always call it the ’final boss’ of sex. Some say it hurts, some say it’s the best because it’s tighter. I read legends online about girls who can’t stop once they try. For me... I’m still a virgin, so I can only imagine. But when I see the artists draw the stretch, the detail, it looks really good... like it must feel incredible."

Her voice cracked, her hands trembling, the doujin wobbling between them.

For the first time, she realized how much she talked without Nash commenting. Now she was fully conscious of how abnormal she was.

It was always like this, and it was the reason she never opened to anyone.

Nash reached out, steadying her hand with his. "Relax. Being honest isn’t embarrassing. It’s brave." He gave a faint grin, letting out a breath.

"Truth is, I’m a big pervert too. Saying it out loud feels good for once. I always found you hard to approach, like you were miles away... but right now? I feel more at ease with you than ever." Trigger: Praise. Affection +15%.

Her eyes shimmered. She looked at him like she couldn’t believe the words.

"You really think so? You’re not disgusted?"

"Not at all," Nash said firmly. "If anything, I like how open you’re being."

Her blush deepened, her thighs rubbing together. Her gaze flicking toward Nash’s cock, the same one that had minutes earlier torn screams from Alicia’s throat.

"Have you... done all these? These positions?"

Nash smirked.

"Some of them. Mating press, doggystyle. I can tell you exactly how they feel."

She leaned closer, eyes wide.

"... Tell me."

He did, describing the weight, the pressure, the sounds, even the way skin would stretch and how the breath caught when the angle changed.

Jaz hung on every word like a thirsty fan listening to her idol at a convention. Her thighs rubbed tighter together, her breath deepened into shaky gasps, and she felt damp heat spreading between her legs.

Her eyes couldn’t leave him, darting from his mouth to his cock, her gigantic chest rising faster as the images in her head grew sharper and her pussy grew wetter.

"And you?" he asked. "What have you tried?"

Her smile faltered.

"...Nothing. Jinzo’s my first boyfriend but... he usually just... finishes after a hand job. He says he’s saving it, but I think he just... gets too excited."

Nash stilled, then gave a half-smile.

"... Maybe we shouldn’t talk about that too much."

Her face fell.

"S-sorry, I—"

But Nash saw her Lust bar spiking, Affection rising fast. He made his choice. He leaned in, voice low, dangerous.

"Don’t worry about it... I was thinking... if you’re still curious about it... " He held her gaze, heat sparking between them. "Would you like to try?"