in need of correction

The second Rosaria gave the order, he grabbed Collei by the waist, hiked her torn clothes the rest of the way off, and slammed her smaller frame down onto his cock in one brutal thrust. She was already soaked from the tentacle plant, so he bottomed out instantly. Collei’s back arched hard and a loud, broken moan ripped out of her throat.

“Fuuuuck—! Yes—! Harder—!”

He didn’t put her down.

Instead he hooked his arms under her thighs, lifted her completely off the ground, and kept walking, using her like a living fleshlight while the rest of the group continued through the jungle. Every step drove him deeper. Every shift of his hips made wet, filthy sounds that mixed with the sounds of the rainforest. Collei’s arms wrapped around his neck for support, legs locked around his waist, as he bounced her on his cock with rough, relentless force.

She came within the first minute.

Then again.

Then again.

Each climax only made her louder and more unhinged.

“Kill me with it—!” she sobbed between thrusts, eyes rolling. “Please— use me until I break and then feed me to something— let me die as a used-up fucktoy— that’s the best ending—!”

Aether just growled against her ear and kept going harder.

“No.”

He fucked her through another screaming orgasm, never slowing, never letting her come down. The method he had used on Ei was already in motion — constant, overwhelming pleasure paired with a steady rewriting of the core idea she clung to. Every time she begged for death or to be eaten, he answered with another deep, punishing thrust and a low, firm correction.

“You’re going to survive. You’re going to keep living so you can feel this again. Greater pleasure is waiting. You don’t get to check out.”

Collei’s protests grew weaker and more confused as the hours stretched on. He carried her the entire time, switching positions whenever he felt like it — bouncing her facing him, turning her around so the others could watch her stuffed, dripping pussy take him, pressing her back against trees when he wanted more leverage. Rough. Unrelenting. Exactly the extreme handling her used body needed.

By the time the sun started to drop, Collei was a trembling, drooling mess in his arms. Her earlier romantic death-wish talk had turned into broken, half-coherent whimpers.

“I… I still want… but… more of this… don’t stop… don’t let me die yet… need… more…”

Aether finally slowed, still buried deep inside her, and kissed the side of her neck almost gently while the rest of the group set up a quick camp.

“That’s the idea,” he murmured. “Survive. Stay alive. Chase bigger highs. You’re not allowed to throw yourself away anymore.”

Collei’s green eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. She clenched weakly around him and gave a small, shaky nod, the first real crack in the suicidal romanticism she had been spouting all day.

Rosaria watched from a nearby rock, arms crossed, and gave a short, satisfied grunt.

“Good. Keep at it. She’s still crazy, but at least she’s starting to sound less eager to become plant food.”

The suicidal, “please-eat-me-after-you-fuck-me” romanticism was gone. Completely burned out of her. In its place sat something just as unhinged, but focused entirely on staying alive so she could chase even higher highs.

She sat cross-legged by the campfire, still naked, still leaking last night’s loads down her thighs, and cheerfully explained her new life goal while the others ate breakfast.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, eyes bright and feverish. “If regular sex already feels that good, imagine what happens if I brew something that multiplies the sensation. Sensory amplifiers, euphoria catalysts, stuff that makes every nerve ending scream. I could hop on your cock while under the effect of something that gives me a hundred times the normal pleasure. Just pure, endless, brain-melting overload.”

The entire party went quiet.

Rosaria stared at her. “That would kill you.”

“Probably,” Collei agreed happily. “But what a way to go! No— wait, no dying. Surviving is the new rule. So I’d have to dose carefully. Build tolerance. Maybe start at ten times and work up. I already know a few mushrooms and resins in this jungle that could form the base. If I refine them properly—”

Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose, half impressed and half horrified. “Child, a hundredfold sensory amplification would cook any normal nervous system. Even an Archon’s body would struggle. The rest of us would simply die with smiles on our faces.”

Ganyu’s cowbell gave a soft, uneasy jingle. Yelan just muttered, “I’m not testing that.” Cloud Retainer looked like she was mentally calculating exact lethal dosages. Shenhe stared blankly, as if filing the information under “potential future problem.”

Aether finished the last of his food and looked at the green-haired girl who was already sketching crude molecular structures in the dirt with a stick.

Collei glanced up at him with pure, manic devotion.

“You’ll help me test the safe versions, right? I want to feel you while my whole body is on fire with pleasure. I want to cum so hard I forget language. And then I want to do it again the next day, even harder.”

She was reborn, yes.

But she was still very, very far from sane.

Rosaria sighed and rubbed her temples.

“Great. We fixed the death-wish and replaced it with a drug-fueled pleasure suicide project. Progress.”

A small, quiet part of every woman in the harem was listening very carefully.

None of them said it out loud. None of them showed it on their faces. But the idea of a controlled two- or three-times pleasure multiplier sat in the back of their minds like a forbidden candy. Rosaria’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her cup. Ganyu’s cowbell gave the softest, most traitorous little jingle. Lisa’s usual lazy smile gained a sharper edge of curiosity. Even Shenhe’s blank stare lingered a fraction longer than normal. Yelan simply looked away, as if the jungle suddenly required her full attention.

They all waited for Aether’s answer without ever admitting they were waiting.

Aether looked at Collei’s bright, manic eyes, then at the carefully neutral expressions of the rest of his women. He exhaled slowly.

“…Fine,” he said at last, voice reluctant. “You can start experimenting. Low doses only. Two times, maybe three at the absolute most. And only until we reach the Akademiya. The second we set foot in the city, the brewing stops. No exceptions.”

Collei’s entire face lit up like a festival lantern.

“Really?! Yes! I’ll be careful, I promise! Just enough to make everything sharper and hotter, nothing lethal. I’ll start with a mild resin blend tonight and—”

“Collei.”

She snapped her mouth shut, still grinning.

“Low doses,” Aether repeated. “And you test it on yourself first before anyone else even looks at it.”

“Yes, Master!”

The others remained silent, but the air around the campfire felt a few degrees warmer. No one admitted how interested they suddenly were. No one needed to.

Rosaria finally muttered under her breath, just loud enough for the group to hear:

“…If she actually manages a clean three-times multiplier that doesn’t kill us, I’m trying it once. For science.”

Lisa chuckled softly. “For science, of course.”

Ganyu’s ears twitched. Shenhe said nothing. Yelan still pretended to study the trees.

Collei was already scrambling for her pack, pulling out leaves, resins, and a small mortar with trembling, excited hands.