The Appearance of Mom on TV
"Hah! Hoo... haa... ah, haaah...♥ Mmmph...♥ H-how is it, Master? Is Roberta's pussy... even a little bit usable now?"
"Mm, good, very good. At first, it was such a pathetic pussy that you'd just shove your dick in and she'd pass out right away. But now she can shake her own pussy around while servicing perfectly fine. Looks like you've put in a ton of effort, huh?"
"Yes! Of course. I've been giving it my all to become Master's dedicated toilet."
It had been about two weeks since she'd come to Korea. Roberta had polished herself day and night as an onahole. Focusing on school lessons was a given, and she'd gone around seeking out pussies that Oppa had fucked, thoroughly researching what kind of movements and squeezes he liked. She made sure she wouldn't just selfishly pass out from pleasure like some amateur onahole by masturbating every day to build endurance. Oppa basically gave his dick-servicing opportunities to multiple onaholes, so Roberta couldn't always get fucked. But precisely because of that, she could practice her pussy on her own during the leftover time, to Oppa's astonishment.
The pleasure itself wasn't any different from when she'd first serviced a dick. No, it might even be stronger now. But even so, her mind, now resistant to the pleasure itself, didn't crumble pathetically. Roberta clenched her pussy even tighter and ramped up her hip thrusts. The dick couldn't hold out long against her pussy's coquettish sucking and teasing, unleashing its load straight into her depths.
Overwhelmed by the absolute bliss of her womb filling up, Roberta's pussy shed tears of gratitude in response.
"Nnghooooooh...♥♥♥♥♥ Afterglow... mmm... haaah..."
Roberta slurped up every spurt of semen pouring into her womb. She sealed her womb tight and closed her pussy entrance so no cum would leak out even after the dick was pulled free. It had been tricky at first, but now it was second nature. This way, she didn't even need a dildo plug—just walking around wouldn't make any spill.
With her pussy full of cum, Roberta savored the afterglow by gently caressing Oppa's chest, then slowly rose from her position and knelt on the floor.
She bowed deeply in the prescribed manner, swift and precise.
"Thank you so much for gracing this worthless onahole's pussy with your semen. I humbly cherish the honor you've bestowed on a lowly pussy bitch like me. I will strive daily to satisfy you to the utmost whenever you desire to use my pussy. Thank you again."
A bit overly polite, perhaps. But that's what made it perfect. It clearly drew the line of their absolute superior-inferior relationship. Especially since Roberta held the high status of a princess from her nation—making even that rank meaningless before the dick-pussy hierarchy. Doesn't that just get you hard?
"And... if you're not planning to use another pussy right away, may this onahole have the honor of licking Master's dick clean...?"
It was proper manners for an onahole to clean the dick with her mouth-pussy after being used. That's what she'd learned, but like all etiquette, there were exceptions. If he was about to go fuck another pussy with this dick, that was one. Roberta was checking for that. Proof of how well she'd mastered onahole etiquette.
"Permission granted."
Oppa replied in a mock-grandiose voice, playing it up.
Robert's face lit up with joy as she latched onto Master's dick, sucking eagerly at the shaft smeared with her own pussy juices.
"Slurp, haa, how can it be so majestic... I'm truly sorry for dirtying such a noble dick with my filthy pussy slime. This onahole's mouth-pussy will clean it spotless... sluuuurp!"
Robert's soft tongue touched the dick, making it twitch. She gazed at it sparkling-eyed, as if it were the cutest thing, and redoubled her cocksucking efforts. What had started as basic mouth-pussy service was now proficient—she pinpointed all the sensitive spots. Compared to two weeks ago, it was night and day.
Oppa patted his dutiful onahole toilet's head.
"Good girl, good girl. Your mouth-pussy skills have improved a lot too. Perfect. And 'Master' rolls right off your tongue now. Heh, hearing a princess call me Master makes my dick even harder."
A few days ago, Oppa had ordered Roberta to call him Master. No special reason—just a whim. Wouldn't it get you rock hard if the supreme ruler of a nation called you Master, treating her status like nothing? Roberta had been thrilled, chanting "Master" over and over. She'd said textbooks even showed great dicks being called Master as a sign of total submission. "It turns me on so much my clit is throbbing like crazy!"
And so, Roberta now called him Master. To commemorate, he'd gifted her a custom collar, so she no longer needed to borrow Hyeonju's for outdoor exposure training. One step closer to being Master's bitch toilet. She was over the moon.
"Heh, yeah. Oh, but hey—you remember why you came to Korea, right?"
"Of course. To learn pussy-training etiquette properly here in Korea—specifically from Master—and spread it back home to Laputa, right? Obviously I remember."
Roberta tilted her head like why ask something so obvious?
Master smirked, grabbed the remote, and switched to a channel. A familiar, dearly missed voice emanated from the TV. Spanish, after so long. That leisurely warmth she knew so well.
"Madre?!"
She yelped in shock, her Korean slipping away. She spat out the dick mid-suck and whipped her head toward the TV. There was her mother, Laputa's queen, Roselia. But not at all like the image Roberta knew.
The queen wore a dress baring her shoulders. That alone wouldn't be unusual, but it exposed far more—shoulders, belly, back. Was it even a dress? A top made only of patches stuck to her nipples and dangling fabric. A flashy yet semi-transparent skirt that teasingly hinted at what lay beneath. Legs crossed, so her crotch wasn't fully visible, but she seemed panty-less. Less a queen's gown, more a cheap whore's party getup. Roberta was dumbfounded.
The queen went on passionately about her national vision—how she'd run the country, how she'd spread pussy-training customs nationwide. Roberta stared blankly at her mother through the screen.
"How's that feel? Hearing your mom talk like that?"
"...I'm... really shocked. While I've been pushing myself, Mother was working just as hard for our great nation... As expected of her..."
Robert's eyes welled up with emotion. To reaffirm her resolve, she dove back onto Master's dick, sucking vigorously.
"Slurrrrp! I can't disappoint a mom like that. Master! Forgive me, but please train me even harsher. I want to become an onahole I can hold my head high for in front of Mother!"