Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Ch. 36
Shuga, who had forcibly taken ownership of the uterus tattoo engraved on Kaldir's lower abdomen from the princess, inwardly tallies Kaldir's climaxes and only after hitting exactly 100 does she finally pull away from her body and straighten up.
"Kaldir, you can get up now... Oh, looks like you can't even muster the strength to sit up straight, let alone stand."
"Ehehehet... hehet... I wanna have tons of this messy, sloppy sex every single day... ♥"
The uterus tattoo, brimming with yin energy from sex with the princess, now floods with the alien qi generated from coupling with Shuga. The flower buds at both ends of the tattoo bloom wide open, warping its appearance into something bizarre. But Shuga interprets this as simply erasing the traces left by that princess bitch and imprinting her own scent deep into Kaldir's flesh—she's thrilled, nothing more.
As if to drive the final nail into Shuga's baseless conviction, Kaldir pants raggedly, savoring the thick afterglow of sex that still lingers. Knowing she can make someone this happy feels good for Shuga too.
It's a bit surprising that Kaldir's hobby—despite occasionally chatting about lofty topics like politics, military strategy, diplomacy, law, and economics while hanging out—is raping lesbian slug cunts. But Shuga decides to think of it this way.
In her mind, Kaldir's ambitions aren't some petty army group command or even Army Marshal. No, she's aiming far higher: the pinnacle of the nation. In an absolute monarchy where the imperial family still holds sway, what that really means is obvious. Fascist revolution! The decisive downfall of the Atlantean imperial house!
Even without Shuga egging her on, Kaldir will one day tear down the imperial emblem hanging in Earth's palace and raise the fascist eagle banner instead. Once she reaches that pinnacle of the nation and starts running the country, if she wants to blow off the stress with messy, sloppy sex like this... well, Shuga has no complaints.
By then, she'll be right there with her as the "First Lady." How tragic for the future fascists who'll have to serve under this hopeless maso sow bitch. But pfft, she doesn't care~ She's not the one suffering anyway~? Fuck yeah, your fascist rep's cunt was goddamn amazing, wasn't it?
"Huh? Did some asshole just curse me? Why's my ear itching like this?"
At the same time on Earth, Beomhyeok—itching his ear canal with his pinky after parting ways with Kaldir following their chat—can't shake the sudden annoyance. It's still early days, but if Kaldir ever hits that pinnacle, he'll be twisting the nation's intel apparatus as her number two. Hiding the fact that she's a maso lesbian sow will be a real pain in the ass.
Speaking of which, it's been a good while since they parted... What the hell's keeping her? While Beomhyeok pines desperately for their reunion, Kaldir's too busy getting creampied side-by-side by two women and then drowned in pussy to even remember him.
"Hey, maso sow bitch. Catch your breath and use telekinesis to suck out all that dick juice from the princess's cunt."
"Pardon? Telekinesis? But miss, it looks like Maki's working hard to get pregnant by tonight..."
"Oi, you think a lowly thing like you can disobey my orders?"
With no choice, Kaldir uses telekinesis to extract every last drop of the princess's dormant cock fluids. The princess melts under the telekinetic caress, collapsing bonelessly. Ahhh... ♥ The power is incredible—even fingering can't reach that deep, into the fallopian tubes themselves.
"Once you're done cleaning up, teleport to that bitch's room on Earth and grab her costumes. She's mine now, so everything she owns is mine too."
At Shuga's command, Kaldir summons armfuls of costumes slumbering in the princess's distant wardrobe. The outfits the princess prepared for her fun sex life with Kaldir now fall under Shuga's control. Of course—slaves have no ownership. A slave's possessions belong to their master. Common sense.
First, Shuga dresses both girls in the maid-concept micro bikinis the princess once tried on Kaldir, then tops them with bunny ear headbands. True to her rabbit beastkin nature, Shuga's drawn hard to anyone with bunny ears like hers.
"Kaldir and Maki in bunny girl outfits just for me... So cuuuute...!"
Bunny girl... Whoever invented it was a genius, no doubt. Kaldir and the princess in those bras that barely cover the nipples—leaving the areolas fully exposed—and topped with bunny ears? Lethal. Shuga can't stop the nosebleed, pinching her nostrils shut with her hand.
It's like the uniform imprints their identity as maids dedicated solely to handling their master's lust—no other duties. And Maki handed over her glittering costume collection intact. Shuga's grateful.
School uniforms, prison outfits, policewoman uniforms, military uniforms, suits, wedding lingerie, aprons... All mine now. The princess must've had cash to burn—more variety than Shuga's own hoard, every piece flashy and slutty, impossible to look away.
Ahem, ahem. Can't lose her dignity in front of her slave sows. Shuga steels herself and issues a special mission to Maki, whose room has become her concubine chamber. Kaldir has to stick by her side, draining her lust, so no far-flung tasks for her.
"Maki, I've got a special mission for you. Head to the nearest lesbian bar in that outfit. Let every female customer fuck you once, come back covered head to toe in pussy juice and piss. Don't miss a single one. Got it?"
"Hiiing... But that means leaving my owner..."
Predictably, Maki pouts, but Shuga ignores it, grabbing and twisting her ass cheek to hurry her along. Mmm, not quite as good as Kaldir's, but the texture's decent. For comparison? Shuga slaps her other hand on Kaldir's ass. Yeah, Kaldir's firmer, meatier.
Prodded by the ass-grab, Maki scurries out without even fixing her tousled hair. Worried she might get in trouble, Shuga sends Plang along. They were plotting something with Solt, but whatever. Kaldir's hers now, so the robot she made obeys Shuga's orders. Obvious.
"So, while we wait for Maki to come back soaked in stranger pussy juice and piss, wanna fuck some more?"
"Hehe, now that Maki's gone... I can take all of miss's lust... all of it...?"
With Plang following the princess too, Solt's left alone again. She slips away from the sex marathon site back to the room from last night. There's a TV there, right? Adult flicks to soothe the mood. Not yet... not the time. Bide her time for later.
Meanwhile, the princess—receiving her "master's" special mission for the first time—steps into a lesbian bar and instantly draws every female customer's gaze. (Thanks to Plang's navigation, finding it was easy.)
Impossible to avoid the attention. Sure, everyone's in high-exposure clubwear given the venue, but this level? Her pussy's at least covered, but with the hugest tits and ass in the place fully on display, it doesn't matter. Are those tits or heads?
"Who's the babe? New face, but coming in that bold... Here to play hard tonight?"
"We've got an empty spot... Got time to join us?"
Within five minutes of entering, the princess fields over ten join-us offers. Every room drools over the fresh meat's fatal allure. None clock her as the people's government secretary-general's youngest daughter—or Atlantean royalty.
Who pictures a prim castle-bound princess when they hear "princess"? Not some succubus-hiding sow strutting in slutty bunny girl + micro bikini fusion cosplay. In that sense, Princess Atlantia defies the stereotype.
"U-um... I'll join anyone... No fighting, please... I planned to give my ass to every lady here anyway..."
"Oh my, listen to this big-titted bimbo talk!"
"Boss! Shots on the house! Full course till closing tomorrow!"
The princess's shy declaration sparks cheers. Everyone wants first dibs on that ass, so a group rock-paper-scissors showdown erupts. Winners get team applause; losers, boos.
Soon, the victorious team's reps claim the honor, dragging the princess by the hand to their room. Plang—lacking the guts to strut openly here—turns invisible and tails them.
No sooner does the princess enter than the paused song time resumes. Treating their prized guest, the customers splurge on potent booze laced with hefty doses of Kaldir Cocktail. Glasses clink everywhere. The "Night of Madness" begins.