Side Story — Three Days
An enemy of women, huh.
“Haahp! Mmph, haahp!”
Twitch. Twitch.
Eyes glazed with vulgar abandon, a body shuddering as if cresting climax, a mouth greedily devouring his saliva — looking at the way Dohwa was reacting, the claim didn’t seem far off the mark.
If a woman of a rank as lofty as an angel’s could end up like this, what chance did an ordinary woman stand? She’d only go further, never less.
Just how potent is this aphrodisiac effect?
No — more than that…
We only agreed to change the taste of my fluids. Why the hell did you throw in an effect like this too?
“Well… once the concubines start piling up, the chances to play with Jun’s cock are going to disappear…”
So you make the concubines climax just from tasting my fluids, and while they’re out of commission, you monopolize the cock?
Fortuna said nothing. Instead, her face flushed a deep scarlet as she gave a tiny nod.
What am I supposed to do with this cock-obsessed angel?
She deserved a scolding, but the reason was so endearing he couldn’t bring himself to deliver one.
Haaah. Fine. More importantly — you can’t reverse this either?
“I reworked the Blessing of Health to create the effect, so this time too… hehe.”
Figures.
He’d expected as much, so Jun quickly gave up and accepted the situation. Honestly, he didn’t hate it all that much. What man would object to becoming a body women went crazy over?
Of course, he had no intention of abusing it. A man who waved his dick around carelessly was asking for trouble — and he’d suffered enough in his previous life because of a friend who’d done exactly that without a second thought.
Come to think of it, I barely had any normal friends.
Memories of the hardships those various lunatics had put him through rose unbidden, and Jun’s mood sank. Seeking comfort, he reached for the two plump, generous peaches currently crushing against his chest.
Soft. Yielding.
The peaches filled his hands to just about half — no more, no less. They fit. They didn’t spill over.
Was it because he’d only ever handled breasts that overflowed his grip? The sense of security and satisfaction that came from something that actually nestled into his palm felt strangely novel. But he didn’t dislike it. If anything, he wanted to gather even more of them into his hands.
So he followed the urge, spreading his fingers wide and seizing the peaches as fully as he could.
Squeeze!
“Haah!”
The beautifully shaped peaches deformed under his grip. Soft flesh spilled between his fingers. Dohwa, who’d been greedily savoring his saliva, let out a moan that could have been pain or pleasure — he couldn’t tell which.
“M-My lord, this is so lewd—♡!!!”
Only then did Dohwa snap back to herself, flustered and about to ask what had just happened — when a lewd little sound slipped from her lips. Her already flushed face burned an even deeper red as she ducked her head.
To Jun’s ears it was utterly adorable, but the one who’d made the sound seemed mortified by it. In that case, he’d just have to help her get used to it.
Knead, knead, knead.
“W-Wait—ahn♡ My lord, aaahn♡ You mustn’t—haahk♡ Please stop—oooh♡”
By making her thoroughly familiar with the sound.
“Nngh! Nnngh!”
In the end Dohwa bit down hard on her lip, trying to smother her moans. Feeling mischievous, Jun gave the tiny peach tips crowning those generous fruits a light pinch.
“Hyaaahn♡”
Her tightly sealed mouth fell open, and from it spilled a sweet moan incomparable to anything that had come before. Her whole body trembled as if cresting climax, and from between her clamped thighs rose a thick, fragrant peach scent.
A pure virgin who’d never taken a man, brought to climax from nothing more than having her nipples played with. Was it the aphrodisiac’s doing — or was she simply born lewd?
Either way, it was an incredibly arousing sight. Jun set the question aside for later and watched with open enjoyment as Dohwa’s face, which she’d been trying so hard to keep demure, once again went slack with vulgar abandon.
“M-My lord, you mustn’t. A woman’s breasts are not toys to be—mmph!”
Smack. Smooch. Smack. Pwah~
“K-Kisses are also forbidden. My lord’s kisses are far too dangerous.”
Having barely recovered her wits, Dohwa tried to put on a stern face and scold him — only to melt all over again at a single kiss. Even as her mouth said no, her eyes lingered on his lips as if begging for more, and the cuteness of it made Jun kiss her again.
A sweet peach fragrance filled his mouth.
“Haah♡ Haah♡ My lord… my body… this humble wife’s body is far too hot…”
“Is that so? Then what should I do for you?”
“Hold me… please, hold this humble wife at once…”
Pleading pink eyes, flushed cheeks, sweet breath. The stern, chaste shrine maiden was no longer present. What stood before him now was a bitch in heat who could think of nothing but being claimed by her husband and master.
“Dohwa, lie down on the bed. Lie down and show me your precious place.”
“Th-That’s far too vulgar…”
“Come on, Dohwa. Big sister will help. Just relax your legs.”
“W-Wait — Sister—”
Fortuna, already naked, pulled the embarrassed Dohwa back against her chest, hooked her hands behind the girl’s knees, and forced her legs wide open. Dohwa tried to resist, but she was no match for Fortuna’s strength and could only move as the angel willed. Forced into an M-shape, Dohwa covered her face with both hands, unable to bear the shame.
“Dohwa, don’t be embarrassed. Your body is incredibly pretty — and incredibly sexy.”
“You’re being mean. You didn’t have to add that last part.”
“But it really is sexy. What am I supposed to do?”
She had a slender figure without a scrap of excess flesh, yet her breasts and hips had ripened as lushly as peaches. Her small, delicate pussy lips, closed tight just like their owner, were nonetheless soaked through with sticky nectar. And her long pink hair, cascading all the way to her ankles, decorated her body here and there like gift ribbons.
“By the way, you’re bare too.”
“…When I first created this body, I set it that way.”
“So you can manipulate your physical form like Fortuna can?”
Dohwa nodded. Jun answered in a faintly dissatisfied tone.
“Then why didn’t you make your breasts a little bigger?”
He wasn’t unhappy with their current size — but the fact that she could have made them larger and hadn’t was a mild grievance. Jun was, after all, a man who believed bigger was always better when it came to breasts.
“That is… I felt a slight aversion.”
“Why? Did something happen that made you averse to big breasts?”
“When this humble wife was still a little sprout, my lord said it would help and squeezed Sister’s… Sister’s breasts, spraying milk all over me, and ever since then…”
““…Ah.””
Realizing exactly which incident she meant, Jun and Fortuna both let out a simultaneous sound of recognition. Who could have guessed that a half-crazed impulse would lead to a consequence like this? Jun sincerely regretted his actions from back then. If not for that, he might have gained another pair of M-cup breasts.
“So you can’t produce milk either, then.”
“I am deeply sorry.”
“Nah, it’s fine. It’s my fault anyway. I’ll just drink something else instead.”
“What do you me—hyaahn♡”
He pressed his mouth to Dohwa’s pussy and greedily drank the nectar flowing from within. The thick juice was, without exaggeration, as sweet as peach juice.
“My looord! Hnngh♡ My lord! Stop! Please sto—ahn♡”
Dohwa thrashed, unable to keep her wits under the pleasure flooding from her pussy. But Fortuna’s hands still held her legs firmly in place, and her husband showed no intention of granting her request.
In the end—
“Hyaaahn♡♡♡”
Shhhh!
—she climaxed once more, squirting sticky juices.
“Haah♡ Haah♡”
Lewd, ragged breathing. Toes curled tight. A pussy twitching open and shut. Dohwa couldn’t seem to climb down from the peak. Even the slightest stimulation of her erogenous zones looked ready to send her over again.
His sadistic streak thoroughly stirred, Jun took his fully erect cock and—
Thud.
“R-Right now, you mustn’t—”
Schlick!
“Hyoook!!!”
—drove it into Dohwa’s pussy in a single thrust.
A cry more beast than woman rang through the tent.
Gasp. Gasp.
“W-Wow~”
Overwhelmed by pleasure so intense it blanked her mind white, Dohwa’s mouth worked open and shut like a fish. Looking at her completely vacant expression, Fortuna let out a sigh of mixed emotions.
Sensing the envy and impatience among those feelings, Jun began moving his hips, determined to reduce Fortuna to the same state as quickly as possible. Two wives and only one cock — he had no choice but to work hard.
Schlick! Schlick!
Jun’s massive cock plunged in and out of Dohwa’s small, delicate pussy. From the outside it looked as though it might tear her apart, but whether thanks to the nectar and virgin blood serving as lubricant, or because she was tougher than she appeared, her pussy took him well.
No — more than well.
Squeeze! Squeeze!
“Ahn♡ Aaahn♡ So good♡ It feels so good♡”
She clenched her tight little passage around him again and again, leisurely savoring the pleasure his cock delivered.
“My lord♡ Deeper—ahn♡ Yes, there! The deepest part of this humble wife—haahn♡”
Panting with pleasure, Dohwa reached up and clung to him. Their eyes met.
“Haahn♡ My looord♡”
Those pink eyes, which had somehow retained their demure composure through climax after climax, now curved in a coquettish smile. It was the smile of a seductress drowning in lust.
What exactly did I awaken here?
What the chaste shrine maiden had sealed behind her hymen was a lewd vixen. An ominous feeling crept up on him. Instinctively, Jun tried to pull back—
Clamp!
—only for Dohwa to stop him cold, deploying both her legs and her inner walls. She bound him so tightly he truly couldn’t move an inch. He felt like prey caught by a starving female spider.
“D-Dohwa. Could you let go a little?”
“I cannot. This humble wife has yet to gift my lord an unforgettable night.”
Lick.
She said it while running her tongue over her lips. Looking at her, Jun thought: sleep was off the table for the foreseeable future.
And that prediction—
“Wives, please, just let me sleep.”
Slap! Slap!
“Haah♡ Haah♡ I cannot. Come, more. More. Please enjoy this humble wife.”
Slurp! Slurp!
“Our little Junnie can still go, right? Have some of Mama’s milk and keep going.”
—proved exactly right.
For the next three days, every free moment Jun had was spent being thoroughly wrung dry by his angel and his divine beast.