Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Chapter 37
In the cramped karaoke room, packed with over a dozen people belting out songs and dancing wildly, the princess sat right in the center of it all. Whenever their turn came around, folks eagerly jumped up to the stage, screaming into the mic at the top of their lungs, while the seated crowd roared back with thunderous applause.
"Fuck yeah! Today, I'm gonna lesbian sex the newbie snail girl so hard she'll wanna ship off to Hong Kong!"
"Hahaha! What the hell kinda song is that? Never heard that one before! And why the fuck are you dancing like that?"
"It's not even on the list—look at her just spewing random bullshit! That's not how you sing that song!"
The princess's appearance as a special guest had cranked the room's energy up several notches from the usual chaos. Corks popped from Atlanti bottles all around with cheerful pops, and these folks, who were already rowdy sober, went full feral once the booze kicked in.
The bar's rules kept out dildos and vibrators—anything shaped like a cock—but that was enough to call this place a lawless paradise. Hell, without a dick to slam into a pussy, it forced everyone to grind up close and personal instead.
"No way! Impregnating the newbie bitch is my job! Any sluts who wanna touch her, line up behind me!"
"You fucking whore, why the hell do you get first dibs? I'm a VVIP here! You know how much cash I've dumped in this joint?"
It was pure bedlam, the word capturing it perfectly. Sure, there was sexual undertone, but petty squabbles erupted over claim to the princess's sleek body too. Of course, the brutally strong Atlanti—potent enough to cause instant blackouts—meant fights fizzled fast, with everyone making up like nothing happened before diving back into the singing frenzy.
"Hey, you bitches yanking hair over there! Look at me! No one else can spread their legs into a perfect M like this except yours truly!"
"Yeah, yeah! Show us your best pole dance for real! Someone grab a pole over here!"
People butchered songs with filthy lyrics, stripped naked and twirled high heels like props for their drunken flails, or broke out polished pole routines they'd practiced for months. Laughter never left their lips, eyes crinkled to the max proving their grins were genuine.
With customers, hired pros, and a chattering crowd keeping the vibe alive, there was no chance of it dying down. Ugh... even the first room's this packed—do I really have to take every last drop of pussy juice from all these women? The princess couldn't help but fret inwardly.
"Hey, newbie, why don't you hop up on stage and belt one out? Your voice is so pretty, bet you'd kill it."
"W-well... I've never sung before, so I'm not confident... Ahh!"
"Don't lie... You came in wearing that slutty maid bikini to party hard, but now you're backing out? Kinda kills the vibe, y'know?"
Even after rubbing pussies with Kaldir hundreds of times and getting creampied by Shuga over and over, the princess had zero tolerance for spots like this. She tried signaling refusal to the girl slyly egging her toward the stage, but from the side, it looked like coquettish whining through her nose.
Not Kaldir, not Shuga—just some stranger she'd met tonight groped her tits, fingers slipping past the pointless bikini straight into her pussy. The princess squirmed every which way.
"Haa... This won't do... Keep wagging that tail like you're refusing? No need to worry. Pole dancing's easier to pick up than you think."
"Hauu... You want me to pole dance on stage...?"
Mmph! Pffft-haha, hah... W-what...? What's going in my mouth? The veteran lesbians of the bar didn't miss the hesitant flinch of a naughty sow who'd stepped into the demon's den too late to back out. After a swig of Atlanti, one sealed the princess's lips, force-feeding her hot methanol laced with saliva.
Wha—what is thiiis... So good... Wheee... Once the booze hit, the princess dropped all hesitation. The bar's pole dancing star even yielded the stage eagerly when she climbed up. A princess who'd never danced in her life borrowed Atlanti's power to twist her body into lewd contortions.
She wedged the cold metal pole—chilling her skin straight to her scalp—between her ass cheeks, spun a full circle, spread her legs wide to flash her dripping pussy, and even gave the pole a paizuri with tits rivaling her ass in size. Rookie moves or not, she earned roaring applause.
"No way that's the newbie! She's dancing better than you!"
"Hey, cutie! If you're free, come hang with us big sis types here every day! We'll stuff your pockets with allowance!"
Clink-clink—dollar coins rained down here and there. Melt 'em down and they'd fetch tens of dollars easy. Side cash while on Shuga's orders? When I get back to Mistress, she'll shower me with affection, right?
Buoyed by cheers, the princess queued up a heavy hitter, belting a vulgar incest tune—mother-daughter theme—in her gorgeous voice. It raked in more coins and endorphins.
Of course, the universe is vast, people varied; some ignored the stage no matter what. Excluding the princess, the other women were bar regulars anyway—faces seen ad nauseam—so no big loss if they skipped this show.
"Mmm... Our little cutie got all tense over the newbie? Scared I'd ditch your pussy for hers and stiff you on cash? That's why your nipples are rock hard?"
"N-no... I do need family surgery money, but it's not exactly..."
"Good enough. Relax those legs. Big sis'll fill your surgery fund to the brim. But... you'll have to endure me stuffing your pussy full of fingers, yeah? Cum from fingers alone, and no tips on top of base pay today."
A few groped their assigned cuties—kneading thighs, then bolder into braless party dresses for light tit play and lip smacks, ignoring the singing.
Hands obsessed with tits slid south to pussy lips easy enough. Not quite Kaldir-level, but pro whores' cunts heated up, hot transparent juices dripping onto leather sofas and silicone floors.
Bolder ones stripped their thongs right there, laid their cutie on the floor, and ground pussies raw atop her.
"Agh... Pussy's pre-filled with lube again today... Always so fucking sloppy wet, gets me dying horny... Don't cover your face—show it to meee..."
"Hau, it's embarrassing... Don't wanna show my cumming faceee..."
The erotic tension choked the air, pussies aching—but too late to move rooms for fucking. Everyone else was tongue-wrestling and groping anyway; no shame in joining.
Pure methanol Atlanti mixed with what might be the universe's strongest drug—Kaldir Cocktail—hit like a bomb. Few could stay sober on straight methanol, let alone with pussy-pheromone aphrodisiac turning the karaoke into uncontrollable frenzy.
"Really... First time dancing and singing, but I burned it up white-hot...!"
"C'mere, baby! Sis loves you so much! That show was the best! First time at a dance spot for real?"
Post-performance, the princess got half-dragged into the sex lineup. Drunk beyond lethal for normals, she couldn't resist a wrist-pull, plopping onto a stranger's lap and hugging her neck in some weird pose.
"Chuu, chuu... T-tasty... What'd you put on your tongue...?"
"Smeared something yummy just for my baby! You sucked my tongue, so I get your nipples, right?"
The woman who'd yanked the princess close kneaded her fuller-than-anyone tits boldly while teasing her shyly drooling petals with fingers for hazy bliss. Then she latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, cornering the princess completely.
Th-this feeling... I know it... Like getting railed by Shuga half-asleep on sedatives... Never dreamed I'd get drowned in good vibes like this here...♥
Even the princess, soaked in Kaldir's natural body-produced pheromones from pricey drugs ordered by the girls, fell victim. This hot surge from her chest—no, deep in her womb... What the hell...?
Right. The new Gamma (Γ) series bridging Alpha and Beta—"Cupid's Arrow," making you fall head over heels for the first person you see. It exploded on launch. Droplets from that kiss earlier carried Gamma too—no puking it up now.