Rosalía's Sloppy Debut and Semen Burp Revenge
Rosalía was deep into her BJ. All composure had vanished. Her cheeks had hollowed out, revealing the face of a depraved whore obsessed with cock, one who'd long since tossed aside any shred of dignity.
*Chubop, churup.*
"Jwoobobobop…! Chwap, jooowaaap…!♡"
Saliva she couldn't swallow in time oozed from the corners of her lips, stretching in sticky strands. It dribbled down her chin. At her pathetic display, the politics department cadets snickered.
"She's lost it for real. Is this concept 'wild monkey lady' or what? Heh heh!"
"Nah, orangutan lady fits better. She's just a brute who swings a sword like an idiot."
The politics cadets' blatant mockery. At those words, the knight department cadets' eyes turned fierce. They glared murderously at the robed cadets who'd lumped their idol in with "orangutan lady" and "brute sword-slinger." Like clueless mages hitting allies with AoE spells.
"O-oh, okay. Scratch the sword-slinger part…"
The robed cadet backpedaled slyly. Silver hair. Lucas pushed up his silver horn-rimmed glasses with his middle finger and chided him.
"Broaden your view and read the room for once. That's always been your problem."
Mages really lacked social skills. I felt a flicker of interest. But it wasn't worth remembering. I dismissed it. Indifference. Rosalía and I were identical in that regard. Maybe from spending so much time together.
"Jwoooobop…! Uuueup, chup…! Chururup…!♡"
Rosalía's wet, sloppy sounds echoed through the Studio. Fierce noises, as if screaming not to ignore her. Brant yelled as he watched her perform her filthy fellatio.
"You crazy bitch… Is your brain broken or something?"
Brant's brow twisted viciously. He was probably thinking this: The first love he'd sworn to claim under the moonlight at the ball, the beautiful woman from a fine family and with fine talents just like his own. And here she was, right in front of him, flaunting her whore act. That vulgar sight scraped at his fragile pride.
"That baron's son! Karn, was it? What the hell's up with that guy?"
Why my name?
"At the ballroom, she was bawling like some tragically parted lover. Then she dumps me and vanishes into a private room with that prick—where'd he disappear to?!"
The air grew icy. The butter-slick blond prick's accusations stabbed into her chest.
"His Highness the Third Prince must've been a world apart from me, huh?! If that baron's mutt was gonna get dumped quick anyway… she should've come running to someone on her level like me back then! You filthy laundry slut!"
Laundry slut. Meaning, toss her in the wash and pass her to the next guy.
Oh yeah? Who the fuck are you to claim my Rosalía? You drop her off at my laundry service or what?
That bastard's not getting off with just a broken jaw. I'm gonna catch him and beat him half to death.
*Jibop… churup.*
"……."
Her movements stopped. Rosalía turned her head. She shot Brant a murderous glare with her golden eyes. A drop of saliva fell from her chin with a plip.
The sensation around his cock vanished, and Descartes' brow twitched. The male's irritation was palpable. Sensing it, Rosalía's shoulders flinched. With no choice, she summoned every technique she knew to soothe him. She curled her lips inward tight against the shaft. Vacuum seal. She cranked the suction like a mindless vacuum cleaner.
*Chuboobop!*
"Jworororop…! Chuwaap! Joooweb…!♡"
Even sloppier and more obscene sounds than before. Her soft, hot tongue wrapped and licked the fully stuffed cock inside. She targeted the sensitive spots with precision: the frenulum packed with nerves, around the urethra. Even the delicate folds where cum residue might linger—she teased them relentlessly with her tongue tip.
"Ngh…! Rosalía, when did you learn that technique…!"
Even Descartes couldn't stifle his groan. No wonder. That was probably a move she'd prepared for me. From the NTR eroge I loved in my past life. The heroine's most depraved blowjob technique. The secret weapon she'd fantasized and simulated in her head hundreds of times in bed, vowing to please me with someday. And now, because that sleazy-jawed prick had poked at it, Descartes had claimed even her first technique.
It didn't surprise me anymore. The bastard just had insane luck. Like stumbling into my vulgar NTR folder that day by chance.
The familiar wave of melancholy and jealousy surged, hardening my little dick again. My pathetic prick lifted its head once more. Deep down, I prayed this netorase play would end soon.
Rosalía. Stop letting them steal our firsts…
The pitiful inner cry of the defeated micro-dick loser.
"Chururup…! Jjooob, joooweb…!♡"
Even so. A thin smile spread across Rosalía's eyes. As if gazing at me, she lost herself in servicing Descartes' princely cock. Total focus on the dick. The genius lady of the knight department. A transcendent being who could overlay fantasy onto reality. That mystical, magnificent woman. Sucking desperately to swallow some random dude's cum. Her genius brain bent to pleasing the male. Gazing up at her master while slurping cock like a whore. She flashed the sleazy grin of a cheap prostitute. Tonguing and swirling to find the glans' sweet spots. Stimulating hard, scraping off any leftover cum residue with her tongue for a thorough clean. Desperate for his approval, she debased herself endlessly. Hoping to be seen as just one more conquered bitch among the many Descartes had claimed. She twisted her pretty, lovely face into that of a vulgar whore dreaming of status through impregnation by the prince's seed, obsessed with noble cum.
Fellatio was, in essence, the bitch's loving, warm service for the male she'd fallen for. Proof of surrender, admitting from the start she was his bitch. Devoted service prioritizing his excretion over her own pleasure. All the things that should've been mine— that prick was exploiting every last bit.
*Gurgle! Gurgle gurgle…!!*
Descartes' cock swelled massively. The thick pillar throbbed. Into the warmth of Rosalía's mouth poured a waterfall of hot, thick semen. She didn't want to miss a drop. Lips sealed tight, she clenched her throat with a gulp. Her tongue snaked out like a serpent, wrapping the shaft tight. She stored the massive load entirely in her mouth. Sticky cum forced its way out her nostrils with a pssh!.
Rosalía, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, brimful with the alpha male's superior seed.
"Ubyobyobyop-!? Jooweb♥ Jjooob♥"
*Chob♥ Chujooze… pboong…!*
With a wet, vulgar slurp, the cock slipped free from her gasping lips. She'd milked every last drop of noble seed from deep in his balls.
"Huff… haa…."
Rough breaths cut through the studio. Descartes? Or one of the stifled males in the crowd? Rosalía kept her lips sealed tight, eyes wide and round. Cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk's. Gazing up at Descartes like a begging bitch awaiting permission, mouth stuffed with the prince's hot cum.
"Hoo… you may swallow."
Descartes lazily granted permission.
*Gulp. Gulp, guuulp.*
Her slender, pitiful deer-like white throat bobbed dramatically.
"Beeeh…♡"
She gaped her mouth wide. Stuck out her tongue long. Flaunting to her master that she'd devoured every bit of his "food."
"Excellent. You'll handle your self-introduction well, I trust?"
"Nyeh… yesh ma…♡ But, thash per… wait jusht a shec."
Rosalía stood. And approached the sleazy blond-jawed Brant. His naked first love, who'd been pulling all sorts of vulgar stunts, now right in his face—Brant panicked, fumbling for words.
"Ahem. Milady. About what I said earlier…."
But seeing her beauty up close, just as he tried playing the charming gentleman—
Rosalía leaned in close to his face with a rare irritated scowl.
"BEEEELCH-!!!"
A thunderous burp. She cut off his words with a massive cum-belch from her throat. Thick semen stench and stomach gas hit Brant's face dead-on.
"Gwaaah! Fuck, no, why burp…!"
Brant freaked, falling ass-backwards.
"You… you psycho bitch!"
Brant clutched his nose in horror. Rosalía, having blasted Descartes' cum-stink all over the prick's face, grinned carefree, as if the weight of the world was lifted. Like there was no lower she could sink anyway, unleashing her whorish prank.
This time, no confusion. Her outbursts at Descartes had me questioning if it was acting or real. But this sleazy prick's sniping had pissed her off too much to hold back. Her true nature bursting out for real, no playacting. I started understanding why she'd been too ashamed to show me the videos. From here on, her failed emotional control—no more play, just raw failure.
"Here it comes… ngh, cumming again…!"
*Spurt… splurt! Splat.*
My tiny, premature little dick trembled pitifully between my fingers. My lame semen welled up from my balls. Splat. The urethra spasmed in relieving ejaculation.
Using my debased woman as jerk-off fodder.
Route deviation risk detected.
Cease observation of her secrets immediately. Risk of straying from the designated route.
A translucent window suddenly overlaid the screen.
"What…? How am I supposed to not watch? It's fucking hot…"
"No way I can hold back. I'm watching all of it."
I clicked my tongue.
……The System is benevolent. Achieve the designated mission to edit toward the ending route.
New tactic, huh.
Accept mission?
"Yeah, no thanks."
Route deviation is a serious infraction… Failure to reach the designated ending may result in permanent penalties…
"Wait, yes! Let me take it, please!"
User's fervent approval confirmed.
Mission assigned.
Rosalía von Bloomhart Bird Kiss 100 Times
0/100
[No time limit]
Any body part counts.
"……Just keep showing me the secrets for now."
What the hell. This cute, self-serving mission. No time limit even—super benevolent. Rosalía could knock it out in a day easy. Sweet deal.
The moment I dismissed the floating translucent window, Rosalía's vulgar self-promo time kicked off.