Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Date with Shaomei #02
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"Chuuup, chuup, chuhaa..."
Shaomei and I locked lips without a word, diving straight into a deep, passionate kiss.
Our tongues tangled wildly, hot breaths spilling into each other's mouths.
Kissing like this always brought back memories of our first night together, when we'd devoured each other like beasts. Those blissful moments of sticky, endless kisses, filling Shaomei's womb with my seed.
My cock throbbed hard.
"Oh my, Big Brother's down there looks so angry and swollen...?"
As my dick strained against my pants like it was about to burst free, Shaomei flashed a sultry smile and started rubbing it teasingly over the fabric.
Her slender fingers traced the shaft slowly, tormenting it with feather-light strokes, then cupped the head and kneaded it gently.
"What's got this little guy so worked up, Big Brother? It seems like it wants to make a girl cry out in ecstasy."
With a soft rustle,
Shaomei slowly tugged down my pants, revealing my cock—pitch-black from arousal, over a foot long and standing proud.
"...W-Wait, was it always this big?"
Even Shaomei looked a bit startled by the size. But it made sense. She'd always been lost in aphrodisiac haze whenever she'd seen it before, so she hadn't had much chance to get properly acquainted with my little Arthin.
"For starters, I'd love it if you used your mouth on me... I want to watch you service me."
Of course, part of me wanted to scoop her up right then and pound her pussy senseless, but since we'd agreed to take it slow, I was curious to actually feel what she'd promised with her mouth and tits.
"You're such a pervert, Big Brother... Asking a girl to do something so naughty."
Pouting coyly but showing no sign of reluctance, Shaomei slowly knelt before me, looking up with those captivating eyes.
'Holy shit, this angle is way hotter than I imagined...!'
Throb! Throb!
Her massive tits, pressed slightly against my knees as she leaned forward, combined with her aroused breaths and lewd expression gazing up at me—it was beyond anything I'd fantasized. The dominant urge inside me roared to life. Perfect.
Then, Shaomei leaned in close, her face brushing my cock, and blew a soft phoo~ on the head. The unfamiliar pleasure hit different from penetration or handjobs—I shuddered hard.
"Isn't your cock a bit too sensitive, Big Brother? Any girl who tempts you would have you wrapped around her finger in no time."
Grinning mischievously, she gripped my shaft with both hands, stroking the length slowly while flicking her tongue against the tip.
"Guess I have no choice. As your master, I'll train this weak little cock nice and hard."
Where the hell did she learn to talk like that—? I wanted to ask,
but before I could, Shaomei engulfed the head in her hot, wet mouth, her soft tongue wrapping around the shaft and head as she started sucking eagerly.
"Chuurup, chuurup."
Lewd slurping sounds—different from our mutual kisses—filled the carriage.
'Ugh, one slip and I'll blow right away.'
The sensation of being serviced was worlds apart from thrusting myself. I finally got why hentai guys were always making girls blow them.
Shaomei must have sensed my pleasure, because she took me deeper into her throat while her hands slid down to fondle my balls gently.
A glance up at me, her eyes sparkling like they were saying, 'Am I doing good?'
I stroked her cheek in response, and she beamed, nuzzling her face against my thigh like a spoiled kitten before sucking even harder.
'Maybe I should ask Agnes for a blowjob sometime?'
Suddenly, the idea of teaching her appealed just as much as receiving. Imagining Agnes earnestly trying her best, craving my praise—it'd be a sight to behold.
"Smack. You're thinking about another girl right now, aren't you, Big Brother?"
Caught red-handed, I jolted as Shaomei pulled off with perfect timing. Telepathy or what?
"Your face gives everything away when you're lost in thought, Big Brother..."
"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to zone out like that..."
I could've made excuses, but after hurting someone close with a lie already, I didn't want to pile on more bullshit. I just apologized sincerely.
"...Hmph. Agnes the Imperial Princess? Or maybe... Violet sis?"
"N-No, not Violet! I did think it'd be nice if Agnes gave me a blowjob, but..."
She eyed me lazily with a soft hum, and my chest ached.
Sorry, don't look at me like that...!
"You're such an idiot. Jorba's out there banging dozens of girls without a shred of guilt, so why are you such a scaredy-cat, Big Brother?"
"...Because I'm not Jorba?"
True. After years as a virgin, how could I play the field like that sleaze? One-night stands weren't my thing anyway.
Seeing my hesitation, Shaomei stood, fiddling with her clothes.
"...I think it'd be okay if you fooled around a little, Big Brother. You wouldn't forget who's really precious to you, right?"
"...What're you saying?"
Sway!
With that, the knot of her cheongsam loosened, her massive breasts bursting free with commanding presence.
"You're overthinking things, Big Brother. So... let me squeeze all those distractions out with my tits."
She hefted them up with a little up!, enveloping my cock completely.
"Th-This... is incredible...!!"
"Hehe♡ How's it feel? These tits you've been sneaking peeks at, now wrapping your cock?"
The softness you could knead forever, plus the tight pressure from their sheer size—it was a pleasure distinct from plunging into hot folds and feeling them grip.
Above all, the visual of my cock vanishing between them was the ultimate turn-on.
"Oh my, it's twitching so wildly inside my tits♡"
The overwhelming bliss had me trembling, speechless, but Shaomei giggled and teased the exposed tip peeking from her cleavage with her tongue.
"Smack, churuup, mmm."
Soon, she sucked the tip while pressing her tits together, rubbing them fervently against my shaft. I gripped the carriage handle for dear life.
All those petty worries from before? Meaningless. With bliss like this, where had I been finding happiness all this time?
In reality, I was an orphan, society's loser with nothing. But right now, I was the king of the world—utterly content.
"Smooch."
"St-Stop, I'm gonna cum. Please, stop...!"
As she sucked the precum from my slit, I couldn't hold back the surging climax.
Even hearing me, Shaomei kept her lips sealed, opening wide with an ahh~ to receive it.
Hating to dirty her face but throwing caution to the wind with an ah, screw it, I erupted straight into her mouth.
Gush. Gurrrgush!
Bliss raced up my spine.
Finally spent, I gazed down at her in a hazy afterglow.
"Mmm, chuuup... gulp. So much cum, Big Brother...♡"
She swallowed the load filling her mouth, wiped the stray splatters from her face, and sucked her fingers clean with relish.
Throb.
"We're almost there, so let's wrap it up... Big Brother?"
Stuffing her breasts back into her dress, but I was just getting started.
"Sorry, but it won't go down..."
"...Ah♡"
Scrrch. I hiked up the slit in her dress, rubbing my raging cock against her crotch. Her thin panties soaked through instantly.
"..."
"...♡"
Reading my intent, she bashfully lowered her head but didn't resist. I pulled her into my lap, facing me in a natural seated position.
No foreplay—I yanked her panties aside and slammed my cock into her scorching pussy.
"Ooooh♡ No teasing first, you're too rough♡"
Fully erect, I bottomed out instantly, tip kissing her cervix. Shaomei lolled her tongue, panting wildly.
But her beastkin-mixed body was already primed, slutty enough to take my massive cock without prep. No hesitation—I started thrusting in earnest, breeding her properly.
"Haaang♡ Haaaang♡"
Before insertion, her superior knowledge had led the way, but once I was in, her sensitive pussy turned her into a moaning mess, arms around my neck.
That gap only fueled me more. Ravaging the woman who'd toyed with me felt like pure conquest.
One hand clamped her plump ass over the dress, the other her waist—I shook her hips to match my pounding rhythm.
"Haat♡ I'm not a masturbation doll♡ Pound me however you want♡"
She seemed thrilled by the treatment. Were those mercenary tales true—beastkin girls all closet masochists?
Squeeze♡ Squeeeze♡
Her hot walls clenched tight, molding around my cock in real-time.
I'd figured her weak spots: where to scrape with my tip, the angle to make her hips buck. I hammered them relentlessly.
"Haat♡ Hyaaang♡ Your cock's punishing me so good♡ I might die from how amazing it feels♡"
She came lightly, her pussy clamping down hard.
She'd mocked my "weak cock," but cumming like this on it made her pussy the real weak one.
So, training her "weak pussy" was my duty as her devoted student.
"Aang♡ Aang♡ Faster now♡ I'm dying♡ Gonna die♡"
Creeeak! Creeeak! Creeeak!
I railed her at full throttle, shaking the carriage as she tumbled into orgasm hell.
Her pussy's exquisite grip built my load again despite the "weakness." No holding back—I creampied her deep.
Gush! Gurrrgush!
"Aang♡ During your orgasm♡ Stop thrusting♡"
The dizzying pleasure burned through me—I loved it. Even mid-cum, I kept pounding her womb.
She blacked out briefly amid endless climaxes, only to snap back from the relentless fucking.
I finally came down after three massive loads, leaving her a wrecked mess.
That day, I learned our carriage had looped the busy streets twice—only after we stepped out.