I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

As Arthur was furiously scrubbing his own chest, the wooden door behind him clicked open.

Arthur instinctively flinched, his hand dropping to cover his crotch like any normal guy caught in the shower. He whipped his head around to see who the hell was walking in.

His jaw practically hit the floor.

Roxanne was standing inside the room, having silently locked the door behind her.

She was completely naked.

Her face was flushed dark red, and her long bunny ears were standing straight up, twitching nervously. But her body was a masterpiece of mature, thick curves. Her massive boobs hung heavy and full, topped with dark pink, wide areolas and stiff, erect nipples. Her waist flared out into incredibly wide, child-bearing hips, and between her thick thighs was a dense, dark patch of pubic hair.

She caught him staring at her crotch and shifted her weight.

”You see...” Roxanne whispered, her voice trembling with heavy lust. ”I’m just a lonely widow. It... it hasn’t been tended to for a very long time.”

Arthur swallowed hard. Well, that was entirely unnecessary information.

”First of all,” Arthur said, trying to keep his voice steady. ”Why exactly are you in here, Miss Roxanne?”

Roxanne didn’t blush and hide. She wasn’t some naive, blushing virgin. She was a grown woman, a mature MILF who knew exactly what she wanted. She stepped fully into the light, holding a rough sponge and a thick bar of soap in her hands.

”To help you wash, of course,” she purred, her eyes trailing hungrily over his muscular chest and stomach. ”You look so grimy. That stench isn’t going to come off easily by yourself.”

Arthur let out a slow breath and dropped his hand from his crotch.

I promised myself I wouldn’t be a simp, he thought, a dark smirk crossing his face. If a woman throws herself at me, I’m taking her.

He turned around, fully exposing his heavy, semi-erect cock to her for a split second, before turning his back to her.

”Alright then,” Arthur said. ”Scrub hard.”

Roxanne let out a shaky breath. She stepped into the washing area, her bare feet splashing in the warm water.

She lathered up the sponge with the soap and pressed it to his broad back. She started scrubbing, her hands moving firmly over his new, tight muscles. She washed the dark blood off his shoulders, down his spine, and across his lats.

But after a minute, the rough sponge dropped to the wooden floor.

Arthur felt two incredibly soft, scalding hot weights press flat against his wet back.

Roxanne had pressed her naked chest entirely against him. She lathered the soap directly onto her massive boobs and began sliding them up and down his spine. The sensation was mind-numbing. He could feel the slick, soapy heat of her heavy breasts flattening against his muscles, and the hard, sharp friction of her erect nipples dragging across his wet skin.

Arthur groaned low in his throat, his hands bracing against the stone wall.

”Is this better?” Roxanne whispered, her hot breath washing over his neck.

Her soft hands slid around his waist, coming to his front. She smeared soap across his chest and tight stomach, her fingernails lightly scratching against his abs.

She kept sliding her soapy tits against his back, grinding her wide hips into his ass. As she moved, her hands traveled lower and lower down his stomach, following the trail of dark hair.

Arthur’s cock was fully awake now. It was rock hard, throbbing, and pointing straight up.

Roxanne’s soapy, slippery hand finally reached his groin. She wrapped her warm fingers tightly around his thick shaft.

Arthur’s breath hitched. Her grip was incredibly soft, the thick lather of the soap making it ridiculously slick.

She leaned her head forward, resting her chin on his wet shoulder, her bunny ears brushing against his cheek.

”My, my,” Roxanne purred directly into his ear, giving his cock a slow, agonizingly tight squeeze. ”What do we have here? Someone is very excited.”

”You’re rubbing your naked tits on my back,” Arthur rasped, his eyes sliding shut. ”What did you expect?”

Roxanne giggled—a dark, filthy sound.

She began to stroke him. Up and down. The soap made her hand glide effortlessly over his hard length, pulling the skin tight over the head before sliding all the way down to his heavy balls. She kept a steady, agonizingly good rhythm, her heavy breasts continuing to squish and slide against his back with every stroke.

Arthur gritted his teeth. The soap made her hand incredibly slick. Every time she slid her fingers down to his balls and pulled back up over the sensitive head of his cock, a jolt of pure electricity shot up his spine.

Her heavy, naked boobs kept squishing against his back. Her hot breath was right in his ear.

The original Arthur would have exploded in three seconds flat. He would have been a trembling, pathetic mess.

But Arthur wasn’t going to just stand there and be serviced like some lazy client. He was taking control.

He suddenly reached back and grabbed her slippery wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke.

Roxanne let out a confused, high-pitched gasp. ”Arthur?”

He didn’t answer. He turned around instantly.

Roxanne’s eyes widened as Arthur stepped fully into her space. He didn’t hesitate. He reached out and grabbed her by her thick waist. His new Strength stat flared. Despite her heavy, curvy frame, he lifted her off the floor effortlessly.

”Ah!” Roxanne squealed, her bunny ears shooting straight up in surprise.

Arthur sat her down hard on the wide wooden edge of the wash tub. He immediately grabbed her thick thighs and shoved them wide open.

There was no foreplay needed. She was already dripping wet. Her dark pink pussy lips were swollen, glistening with her own slick juices, completely exposed amidst the dark patch of hair.

Arthur stepped right between her legs.

”You said it’s been a long time, Roxanne,” Arthur said, his voice a low growl. He grabbed her massive boobs with both hands, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh and rolling her stiff nipples between his thumbs. ”Let’s fix that.”

Roxanne’s eyes rolled back in her head. A pathetic, desperate whine escaped her throat. Her rabbit-kin libido, starved for three years, completely snapped.

”Please,” she begged, her thighs clamping around his waist. ”Give it to me. Put it in!”

Arthur didn’t make her wait. He grabbed his rock-hard cock, lined the thick head up against her wet slit, and shoved his hips forward with brutal force.

Schlick.

”Fuuuuck!” Arthur cursed out loud.

It was insanely tight. It was so hot and wet inside her that his brain practically short-circuited. He buried himself to the hilt in one solid thrust.

Roxanne threw her head back and screamed. Her long bunny ears folded back flat against her silver hair. Her nails dug violently into Arthur’s broad shoulders, drawing tiny beads of blood.

”Oh my god! Yes! Oh god, it’s so big!” she sobbed, her heavy boobs bouncing wildly as her body arched backward.

Arthur didn’t give her a second to breathe. He pulled his hips back and slammed forward again.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of their wet, soapy skin slapping together echoed loudly off the stone walls of the washroom.

Arthur grabbed her wide hips, his fingers digging into her thick ass cheeks, holding her in place as he pounded into her. Thanks to his new Dexterity and Stamina, his thrusts were lightning-fast and brutally deep. Every time he slammed his crotch against hers, Roxanne let out a deafening, filthy moan.

”Harder!” Roxanne begged, completely losing her mind. Her legs wrapped tight around his lower back, pulling him deeper. ”Fuck my tight pussy! Don’t stop!”

God, she’s a total slut, Arthur thought, a dark grin crossing his face. I love it.

He let go of her hips, reached up, and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. With his other hand, he grabbed her right boob, aggressively kneading the heavy flesh as he hammered her pussy mercilessly.

Roxanne was a rabbit-kin. She was built for breeding. She didn’t want gentle lovemaking. She wanted to be used, stretched, and thoroughly destroyed.

And Arthur was happily obliging.

He fucked her relentlessly on the edge of the tub. The soapy water splashed everywhere. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes.

The +10 Stamina buff from the Troll Blood was a literal lifesaver. Without it, his lungs would have collapsed minutes ago. Now, he felt like a machine.

Roxanne was trembling violently. Her internal walls began to spasm wildly around his hard cock, milking him with terrifying strength.

”Arthur! Arthur, I’m cumming! Fill me!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling back as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft like a vice.

That was the absolute limit.

Arthur grunted, driving his cock as deep as it would go. He bottomed out inside her and blew his load.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot deep inside her womb. Roxanne let out a long, shuddering gasp, her entire body going limp as she took every single drop.

Arthur stayed buried inside her, panting heavily. He rested his forehead against her soapy shoulder.

For a long moment, the only sound in the washroom was their ragged breathing and the dripping of water.

Roxanne was completely wrecked. Her legs fell limply away from his waist. Her massive boobs heaved with every breath, and a stupid, blissed-out smile was plastered across her flushed face.

Ding.

A translucent blue window popped up in Arthur’s peripheral vision.

[Stamina check passed.]

[Vigor +1]

Arthur let out a tired laugh. Even fucking gives me stats? This world is insane.

He slowly pulled out. A thick mix of his cum and her juices dripped down her inner thigh.

Roxanne didn’t move to clean it. She just looked up at him with half-lidded, utterly devoted red eyes. The hunger wasn’t gone. If anything, he had just awakened a sleeping monster.

”So,” Roxanne whispered, her voice completely hoarse. ”Are you staying the night?”

Arthur smirked, grabbing a towel.

”I’ll stay,” he said. ”But you’re going to need a lot of water. Because I’m nowhere near done.”