The Second Challenge
Creeeak—
The great doors of the manor courtyard swung open.
Across the entire garden, neatly trimmed grass stretched in a broad, even carpet. A pond with gently flowing water and flower beds brimming with blooms of every kind lay scattered in harmonious arrangement throughout the grounds.
Aoi and Takumi advanced deeper along the straight gravel path. Yet no one came out to receive them.
"So inviting someone and then failing to greet them is the etiquette of nobility, I see."
Aoi spoke without inflection.
The two of them reached the main entrance of the manor.
"I guess we just go in?"
"I shall open it."
Aoi set her hand upon the handle.
Click—! Shhh…
When the door opened, more than a dozen servants stood arrayed along both sides of a long carpet. They were all dressed in identical formal attire, holding perfect, measured intervals between them.
"Welcome, my lady!"
"Welcome, my lady!"
"Welcome, my lady!"
In perfect unison they bowed at the waist, offering their welcome to Aoi alone. Though they kept their heads lowered, every man among them stole lingering glances at the glossy trails of semen still glistening across Aoi's plump breasts.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Applause rang out from the top of the staircase facing the entrance.
"Welcome, my bitch!! Even a lowborn like you is welcome in my manor!"
Thud. Thud.
It was Daiki. The sound of his unhurried footsteps descending the stairs echoed beneath the high ceiling. He wore a tunic splashed with colorful dyes, his bangs slicked high and back. Showing not the slightest consideration for waiting guests, he approached at a leisurely pace, flaunting his ease.
"Are you not going to welcome Takumi as well?"
Aoi took hold of Takumi's wrist as she spoke.
Daiki did not answer at once. He walked all the way until he stood directly in front of Aoi before opening his mouth.
"Why would I need to? The one who stays in this manor at the end will be you, Aoi!"
"…Please address me as senpai."
"Senpai? Ha!!!"
When Aoi murmured it in her low, flat tone, Daiki burst into a derisive laugh.
"Even if you're my bitch, don't get ahead of yourself. In this place, I am king."
He craned his neck forward until his face nearly pressed against hers. At the same time he stuck out his tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and smacked his lips.
"By the way… that outfit of yours."
Daiki slowly raked his gaze up Aoi's body from bottom to top. His eyes locked onto her pure-white lower belly and breasts, where the clinging semen caught the light and shone all the brighter.
"Magnificent. I almost want to put you on display in a room just like this!"
"I must decline being exhibited in a place such as this."
"Hmph… whatever. You lot!"
"Yes, young master!"
The servants answered. Several of them brought forward a small box that had been sitting on a table near the door and held it out before Aoi. The box was wooden, yet even that wood was embroidered with gold ornamentation. When the lid opened, jewels of every glittering color filled the interior.
"Go on—take as many as you want! Only the finest jewels suit a top-tier female."
"…"
Aoi stared fixedly into the box. Her blue eyes, more gemlike than any jewel within, gave a soft sparkle.
Takumi watched her profile intently. He hoped she would refuse. He hated the thought of her accepting from someone else what he himself could never give her.
But Aoi lifted a slender finger to her lips and examined the contents of the box with careful attention.
"Haha! Perfect. That look in your eyes—completely captivated by jewels! Females are usually like that."
Daiki swept a hand through his hair and laughed.
Clink… tinkle…
Aoi slipped her hand into the box. Rings, bracelets, earrings… from among the many pieces she selected an intricately worked gold necklace.
"That one catch your fancy?"
"Yes."
"Hahahaha!!!! Excellent. Put it around your neck this instant! That lowly man beside you could never give you something like this!"
Aoi unfurled the gold necklace in her hand into a circle. Then she turned sideways and faced Takumi. Her slender arms reached behind his neck. Their bodies pressed together; the still-wet semen and the soft give of her breasts molded against Takumi's upper body.
"Wh… what the hell are you doing…?!"
Daiki blurted.
A moment later Aoi drew back from Takumi's embrace. The gold necklace hung not around Aoi's throat, but around Takumi's.
Aoi raised one hand and rested it against Takumi's cheek.
"It suits you very well."
"Ah…"
Takumi let out a faint breath. Color flooded his cheeks.
"Wh… what the hell do you think you're doing right in front of me!!!!!!!!!!"
Daiki roared at the sight.
"Is there a problem?"
Aoi turned to face him.
"I told you to pick what you wanted—not to hang a gold necklace on some inferior male's neck!"
"You clearly said to take 'as much as I desire.' How I choose to use it is none of your concern."
Aoi took her hand from Takumi's cheek and walked forward until she stood before Daiki.
"Or is it that Lord Daiki is too stingy to part with a single gold necklace?"
"You… insolent…!!"
Daiki's face flushed red. His mouth worked as if he wanted to say something more, but he finally gave it up.
"I'll make you suck cock between my legs before the hour is out!!!"
"If you are capable of it."
"You damn bitch…"
Clap! Clap!
He clapped twice, and the servants waiting higher on the stairs opened the bedroom doors.
"That composure of yours won't last much longer, bitch."
Daiki took the lead and climbed the stairs. Aoi linked her arm through Takumi's and looked up at him.
"Shall we go?"
"Y-yeah…"
As they mounted the stairs and drew near the bedroom, the interior came into view. A bed hung with thick covers and translucent curtains occupied the center of the room.
Creeeak— thud!
The moment all three of them stepped inside, the servants shut the doors.
"Inferior male?"
Daiki lifted his chin and pointed at Takumi.
"Hurry up and decide the order!"
"…Fine."
Meanwhile Aoi walked to the bed and threw herself down upon it.
Flump…!
Her luscious breasts bounced together with the bedding. Propping her chin in one hand, she lay on her side and watched the two males. The line of her narrow waist and the explosively widening flare of her hips beneath it stood out in sharp relief.
"Ohh~!! Now that's the bitch I set my sights on. That body is just…!!"
Daiki made a groping motion in the air with both hands.
"Be quiet. Decide the order quickly."
Aoi said.
"Haha! That temper of hers is what makes her delicious! All right then…"
Without hesitation Daiki set his hands at his waist. His gaze remained fixed on Takumi's anxious face.
Ssshk—! Clack…!
His trousers dropped to the floor.
It was exactly as expected. Takumi knew it by pure male instinct: Daiki's cock would be bigger than his own. And this was a different cock entirely from Ren's during the first challenge. The girth was nothing extraordinary. But the length defied common sense. Hidden until now beneath the thick noble tunic and trousers, it had rested inside his underwear like a snake. Not every part of it, however, had stayed contained. From the midpoint onward the cock jutted free of the underwear, compressed and straining, its head pressing all the way up toward Daiki's navel.
"Whew~!! Finally feels freer."
Daiki planted his hands on his hips and let out a deep breath.
"Come on—let's see yours too~"
Takumi's head dropped. This was only the second Female Challenge he had faced, yet he still could not grow accustomed to baring an inferior male's manhood before a superior one. Especially not in front of a top-tier female that every male—superior and inferior alike—coveted.
Daiki curled his lips into a vicious smirk and tilted his chin higher and higher, looking down on Takumi from an ever greater height. That, too, was the instinct of a superior male: to heap shame and humiliation upon the inferior one, and thereby demonstrate that the lesser male had no right to reach the female standing between them.
Takumi's fingers fumbled at his belt.
Thud.
His trousers hit the floor, revealing a cock that looked pitifully meager beside Daiki's. The two stood side by side. A worm next to a snake. The comparison fit perfectly.
"Hahaha~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Daiki no longer even bothered looking down at the cock whose mere comparison was an insult to himself. He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Heh-heh~ Well, I already knew, but it's even more pathetic than I imagined. Right?"
Daiki turned his head toward Aoi, who had been watching the scene from the bed. She wore her usual blank expression and said nothing.
"Ahh~ Not saying a word, huh? Must be imagining yourself getting stuffed by my cock!"
Takumi simply stood there. He had no action left to take, no words left to speak. All he could do was curse his own inferiority and yield the first taste of his female to another male.
Daiki turned his back on Takumi and approached Aoi. He thrust his grotesque, dark cock toward her pure-white face.
"Begin."