The Daviwana Chamber
The secretaries who had been supporting them in the elevator followed us inside. Their faces were flushed with excitement as they chattered away.
“I knew it from the start. Madam planned to offer her body all along. She’s so considerate, isn’t she?”
“She’s incredibly strong, though. I thought I’d faint when that man’s body went flying through the air.”
“Shouldn’t we be helping Master?”
“They got beaten by Madam, but they’re not weak enough to need our help. We should focus on preparing Madam instead.”
“You’ve never taken three Blackmen at once, have you? No matter how resilient Madam is, it’ll be difficult to endure.”
As a succubus, I was confident I could handle any number of them, but since they didn’t know my true nature, I simply played along. The secretaries followed us all the way to the seventh-floor room and gasped in surprise at the interior, which had been completely decorated in Daviwana style.
“Both rooms are entirely Western Continent in design. It really feels like we’re abroad.”
“I’m used to it now, but it felt strange at first.”
Accustomed to bathing duties, they naturally stripped me and led me into the bathroom. Three of them took charge of my hair, upper body, and lower body respectively, moving with perfect coordination and no wasted motion.
“You’re all very skilled.”
“We’re used to washing each other. Ah, please spread your legs a little.”
“Could you extend your arm this way? Yes, just like that.”
Having someone else wash my body was a novel experience. When they touched sensitive areas, I felt a slight ticklish sensation mixed with embarrassment.
“Oh my, it’s not very spread out. Your labia minora haven’t stretched either.”
“To think you’ve maintained such a pristine form… I’m jealous.”
They cleaned every nook and cranny, touching me all over. Their casual handling of intimate places made it awkward to protest. The secretary washing my sex parted my outer lips and slid her fingers inside. As she explored my inner walls while gently rolling my clitoris, she spoke.
“What a delicious-looking pussy. I envy the men who get to taste something like this.”
“Me too.”
“I still prefer sucking cock, though. Hohoho.”
Even while exchanging lewd remarks, they worked diligently, applying fragrant oil all over my body before we finally left the bathroom. They dressed me in a sheer, seductive negligee, applied light makeup, and said,
“Madam should learn to adorn herself more. It’s a waste to leave such beauty untouched.”
“I’m pretty enough without it.”
At my reply, their eyes narrowed. The truth was, I simply found the effort bothersome. “I can’t argue with that, and it’s frustrating.”
“Well, you were originally an angel, so you naturally radiate sensuality even when standing still. It feels like you’re seducing people without trying.”
“I’ve seen angels working in brothels sometimes. Most of them have that atmosphere—probably an occupational hazard.”
“To succeed in prostitution, you have to appeal to clients, so yes, it’s like a professional condition.”
The sensuality of angels wasn’t due to their occupation but the brainwashing they received during angel training. When their egos were shattered and rebuilt, certain behaviors were implanted. Unless they acted consciously, they moved according to those unconscious instructions. Repeated over time, it hardened until every action became sensual. I couldn’t explain the reality of angel training to them, so I remained silent.
“Ta-da! All done. How is it?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure.”
“Madam is really dense. Why not dress up for Havid’s sake sometimes?”
“He’d love it if you made yourself even more beautiful.”
Looking at my reflection, all I could think was how lewd I appeared. The thin negligee that revealed the skin beneath, my long silver hair loosely covering my breasts, and the subtly emphasized makeup—it was exactly the image of someone prepared for bed. Since Master preferred nudity and we never wore anything during sex, it felt slightly awkward.
“But isn’t this more to the general taste of Eastern Continent men?”
“Our masters prefer this style.”
“Madam, you’re not dealing with Havid right now. You’re entertaining our masters.”
“Preparations are complete, so we’ll bring them in.”
They seated me on the bed and left the room. Only then did the situation truly sink in. In Master’s and my room, on our bed, I was about to have sex with three different men. A thrilling sense of immorality stirred in my lower abdomen and quickened my heartbeat. I had felt the same with Teo, but it seemed I truly enjoyed these depraved situations.
Ah, right. I should light the pheromone candles first. I placed several around the bed and lit them. Inhaling the pheromones filling the air, my body reflexively began to grow aroused.
Just then, the door opened and three men entered the bedroom.
“Whoa, this room completely reminds me of home.”
“I might get a bit homesick.”
Wearing only underwear on their lower bodies, they crossed the dim room while chatting and headed straight for the bed. Upon spotting me sitting there, they froze in silence for a moment. When I gestured for them to come closer, they approached and spoke.
“For a second, I wondered if that was really the madam.”
“Who would’ve thought the woman who was beating us senseless earlier would be waiting like this?”
“Now I understand why Havid keeps clinging to Elisha alone.”
They stood with arms crossed, appraising me with their eyes while continuing their conversation. Where had the men who had boldly declared they would ravish me gone?
“How long are you planning to just look?”
“No, well… it’s embarrassing to say, but I feel a bit intimidated…”
“It feels strange trying to take a woman stronger than me.”
“Is it even ‘taking’ her? It feels more like Elisha is the one handling us.”
These men were oddly timid in the strangest ways. Master had taken me as if venting his anger, yet these three hesitated.
“This is your chance to embrace the woman who defeated you. Are you really going to waste time like this? Come here already.”
“Having a woman be this aggressive feels weird.”
“But it’s not bad, is it?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
One by one, they climbed onto the bed and began touching my body. As each man caressed my arms and legs, I was reminded of the threesome scene Stella had performed. Back then, three older men had each fondled wherever they pleased.
“Wow, she has way more muscle than she looks. Flex your arm.”
“Can a woman even have abs like this? Well, to generate that kind of power from such a slender waist… hmm.”
“Hey, look at her thighs. Aren’t they works of art?”
These men were interested in entirely different things. Weren’t they supposed to be having sex? Why were they evaluating my muscles?
“No wonder no matter how much strength I used, I couldn’t break free. Thighs like these make sense.”
“Look at the muscles on her back. So impressive.”
“Wait a moment. What are you doing? Aren’t we having sex?”
“Just let us look for a bit.”
“I’ll let you look next time, so hurry up.”
I swatted away their hands and scolded them. They looked visibly disappointed. Even the cocks inside the underwear they reluctantly removed showed no signs of erection. This was somehow damaging to my pride.
“How can you not get hard at all with me right in front of you? Get it up already.”
Grabbing two cocks in each hand, I infused them with essence. The powerful aphrodisiac effect of the essence caused them to harden instantly.
“Ugh!”
“What the—! Just from being grabbed?”
“You, sit in front of me.”
“Uh, uh, okay.”
I had the remaining man sit in front while I held the other two, then used my foot to grasp his cock. Infusing it with essence as well, it hardened in an instant.
“Uwooh!”
“So this is the technique of the woman who even sent Havid flying!”
“I feel like I’m going to cum already!”
Stimulating three cocks simultaneously was somewhat taxing, so I focused. While infusing and absorbing essence, I also absorbed the men’s vital energy and controlled them to prevent premature ejaculation. When the man I was pleasuring with my foot tried to climax on his own, I lightly kicked his testicles.
“Hurk!”
“Hold it in. What do you think you’re doing trying to cum already?”
Whenever they showed signs of climaxing, I blocked it appropriately while continuing to infuse essence. Gradually, anger began to fill their faces. Hehe. Unless they had masochistic tendencies, being denied release would naturally make them angry.
“Damn it! I can’t hold back anymore!”
“I’m going to fuck you!”
“Good, that’s the spirit. Mmph.”
The man whose cock I had been holding with my right hand grabbed my head and shoved his member into my mouth. The distinctive taste of precum spread across my tongue as a cock slightly smaller than Master’s pressed against my uvula. I sucked hard while being careful not to let my teeth touch it, making him twitch. The man I had been holding with my left hand moved beneath me and skillfully thrust into my pussy. In cowgirl position, as he pounded upward with only the strength of his hips, I squeezed him gently while savoring the sensation of his cock slamming into me.
Finally, I could enjoy myself. Slurp, suck.
“Aaaah! It’s sucking me!”
“Chup, chuup.”
I performed oral sex in rhythm with the man gripping my head as he thrust his hips vigorously. The cock plunging deep into my throat delivered masochistic pleasure. Haa, this suffocating sensation feels so good.
Thud!
“Ungh!”
“Pay attention to what’s below too!”
The sudden impact to my abdomen snapped me back to reality. Distracted by the fellatio, my pussy’s grip had loosened, and he had struck my stomach. The blow from an unguarded state sent a shock through my insides, bringing masochistic pleasure.
“Ooh, hitting your stomach makes you tighten up nicely.”
Thud!
“Haah! Hit me more!”
“What? Krhaha! So you’re just a masochistic bitch after all.”
Thud! Thud! Smack!
“Can’t you suck properly again?”
“Hngh, yes. I’ll suck.”
The man slapping my cheek now looked at me as if I were nothing more than a lowly female. Feeling a thrilling pleasure, I sucked his cock diligently. Hands grabbed my buttocks.
“I can’t wait anymore, so I’ll have to use your back hole. Hey, you’ve prepared it, right?”
“Yeees, it’s always ready.”
“What a good bitch!”
He forcefully thrust his fully erect cock into my anus. After Tya had taken residence, my rear hole had lost its excretory function and accepted the cock as easily as a pussy. I could feel Tya inside my stomach startled by the sudden intrusion, and at the same time, my body was forcibly immobilized.
Urgh, is Tya’s control taking priority? I can’t move.
“Huh? What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”
“Hngh, just a moment.”
Calling out to Tya inwardly, I sensed considerable surprise. After explaining the situation and reassuring her, my body, which Tya had forcibly stopped, began moving again.
“I was surprised, thinking you were hurt or something.”
“Hehe, you know how strong I am.”
“You’re still just a masochistic bitch.”
Smack!
“Haang.”
“So the mighty Elisha becomes just a female once a cock is inside her.”
“Well, in the end, women are just females.”
Once they concluded I was merely a female, they resumed their rough sex. Choking was standard, and they inflicted violence at every opportunity, turning my pale skin red. Gasping under the relentless pleasure, I moved my hips diligently.
“Hurk.”
“I told you, women who get choked tighten up nicely.”
“Hey, even if it’s Elisha, that’s dangerous if you go too far.”
“Says the guy who keeps punching her stomach. What if something happens to her womb?”
“It’s because it’s Elisha that we can hit her like this. One more!”
Thud!
“Kehk!”
The thrilling pleasure blooming from my stomach mixed with the pain from my pierced nipples being pulled, making my body tremble. My mind grew hazy from countless orgasms, making coherent thought impossible. Instinctively, I clenched my pussy and anus, craving more pleasure.
When I came to my senses, I was lying on the bed with a dull ache throughout my body. Feeling my body still twitching from the afterglow of pleasure, I savored the lingering sensation of ecstasy I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Handling three men’s sexual desires was indeed tremendous. Since I had deliberately absorbed less essence, I had taken in their rampaging lust to the fullest and managed to climax intensely for the first time in a while. It seemed suitable for simply obtaining physical pleasure.
Still, while not as high quality as Master’s, their essence had been decent. Even though I absorbed only a small amount from three men, the quantity was considerable. Sensing the undigested essence still tangled around the nucleus in my womb, I closed my eyes when I heard the door open. Thinking it might be Master, I opened my eyes to find the three secretaries entering.
“Oh my, what a mess.”
“Those men, really. Even if it’s Madam, she’s still a woman. To treat her so roughly…”
“Let’s clean up quickly.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, one began tidying the disheveled room while the other two took me into the bathroom. Still dazed from the afterglow, I remained still as they began washing my body with warm water.
“Goodness, we warned them so many times that hitting the stomach hard is dangerous, yet they did it again.”
“That’s why they train, but it’s hard to match their preferences.”
“Still, she really is Madam. To take hits to the stomach like that and still be fine.”
“The way she’s sitting there blankly, lost in pleasure, is cute. Hohoho.”
They meticulously washed even the semen-matted hair in my locks, never stopping their chatter.
“How were our masters? They’re rough, but they’re good at sex, aren’t they?”
“Ah, they were quite good.”
“Please tilt your head back a little more. Yes, like that.”
“Now that the door has been opened, there will be many more who want to spend the night with Madam.”
Hmm, were there really that many people who wanted to sleep with me? I was generally insensitive to others’ gazes, so unless someone told me directly, I wouldn’t notice. Was this what they meant by being dense?
“It looks like there were fourteen internal ejaculations.”
“How can you tell?”
“Look here. There’s a character made with five strokes, right?”
Looking where she pointed, I saw characters written on my inner thigh. When had they written this?
“It’s an ancient numeral representing the number five, often used for marking because it’s made with five strokes. Two complete ones and one missing a single stroke means fourteen.”
“I don’t understand why they bother marking it.”
“Perhaps it means ‘I ejaculated into this bitch this many times’?”
I didn’t understand the meaning. Fortunately, the characters washed off easily. After their diligent work and constant chatter, I emerged from the bathroom with a clean body. The bedroom had already been cleaned and was spotless.
“Well then, we’ll be going now.”
“Please take care of us again next time.”
After their greetings, the secretaries closed the door and left, leaving me alone in the spacious bedroom. Checking the clock, it was quite late. Master still hadn’t returned? What on earth was he doing? I was starting to get genuinely angry. I had an important task tomorrow, so I needed to get at least some sleep. Recalling the pleasure I had received from rolling around with three men just moments ago, I drifted off to sleep.