Chapter 141
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Pussy Detective No. 2
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Pussy Detective No. 2 was left dazed and confused by the betrayal of her friend, Pussy Detective No. 1, and couldn't put up much resistance before being force-fed the juice.
She tried her hardest not to swallow and to spit it out, managing to spill nearly half of it..., but that meant the other half got shoved down her throat anyway.
"Hngh...♡ Haaang...♡ Th-there, it's getting hot... Hnngh, n-no, this can't... Hiiik... Wh-what did you make me drink? Haaah... Haaang...!"
As she started properly going into heat bit by bit, I shoved my cock into her mouth.
It was my massive rod, throbbing hard and drooling pre-cum loaded with aphrodisiac and narcotic effects.
"Mmph...! Hmph...! Mmph, slurp, slurrrp."
She tried resisting with my huge dick in her mouth for a moment, but soon her eyes glazed over completely, her face twisting into that of a fallen bitch in heat, and Pussy Detective No. 2 started sucking and licking my cock on her own.
"Kuhuhu, does cock taste good?"
"Slurp..., slurrrp..., cock, it tastes, so good...♡"
"Yeah, that's right. Take your time and savor it lots. We've got plenty of time. Kekeke. Heh heh."
After letting her taste the pre-cum infused with my aphrodisiac and narcotic cock powers, which completely corrupted her, I got her clumsy first-time blowjob. But I was so horny I ended up blasting a thick load right into her mouth.
- Splurt splurt splurt spluuurt -
"Koff, koff, hngh, hngg...♡"
"I gave you a thick one, so savor it properly."
"Hngh, ...Y-yes, yesss...♡"
After the facial, I stripped off her clothes, which were stained from spilling the blueberry juice.
This 20-year-old girl was also inexperienced, proudly sporting a pretty, straight-line pussy.
Pink clit and pink labia. Porcelain-white skin like some lab researcher. Modestly sized tits. And yet somehow a slender, delicate figure.
Everything hit the spot, so I licked her body all over, giving her plenty of foreplay before sliding my custom-fit pussy-transforming cock into her virgin hole.
"Hnnngh... Hngh, haaah...♡"
A bit of virgin blood trickled out from this girl too, announcing that her pussy was welcoming a man for the first time.
The sensation of her virgin pussy walls parting around me felt so good that I hilted myself to the root.
This feeling of stretching a never-before-used pussy all the way to the depths never gets old—it's always fun and satisfying.
It's like being the first to step into untouched fresh snow, leaving your footprints and conquering virgin territory.
Pussy Detective No. 2 was utterly conquered by my aphrodisiac and narcotic semen, turning into a total bitch slut.
"Haaang...! Cock, I love it..., more...♡ Hngh, fuck me harder...♡ Hnggg...!"
Despite being a virgin just moments ago, she was shaking her hips on her own, acting all coquettish, begging with lewd moans for me to pound her pussy deeper.
From now on, sex with me would be her top priority in life, my cock her favorite gift, and my cum her favorite food.
After thoroughly enjoying corrupting Pussy Detective No. 2 and fucking her to my heart's content, I turned to Pussy Detective No. 1, who had been patiently masturbating on the side, awaiting my orders.
Pussy Detective No. 1 had fingered herself so much while waiting that her clit was swollen red and pumped up huge, and her pussy hole was twitching and clenching, drooling clear love juices nonstop.
"Come here, Pussy Detective No. 1 slave. Must've been tough masturbating and waiting, huh?"
"...Y-yes, hngh, ...I-I got punished for waiting... Hngh, it was so hard... "
And finally, alternating between their two pussies for a 3P fuckfest.
I stacked them up for some pussy stacked rice bowl action, and lined them side by side for intense alternating doggy pounding.
"Hngh, haaaang...! M-Master's cock feels so good...♡ Hiiik...!"
"...More, hngh, fuck me more...! Hnggg...! Ooooh...! Haaah, I'm cumming...! Hooook, eek...!"
We kept at the 3P from morning until 2 PM.
The reason we stopped at 2 was because we had to get off the ship.
The luxury cruise liner had docked at the protagonist's home base: Tokyo.
It seemed the route was from Okinawa straight to Tokyo by ship.
'And even on that vacation trip to Okinawa, there were a few murders, one happened on the ship on the way back, and the moment we arrive home in Tokyo, another one's probably waiting.'
I got off the ship with my two Pussy Detective slaves.
The rest of the detective squad must've bailed early via text, saying something about the girls going shopping separately—they'd all split off ahead.
Probably since they were all college students of age, they drove off in their own cars or hitched rides with friends.
I gathered some info on myself in this world.
By rummaging through my wallet and phone, that is.
Most of it was saved on the phone, so I figured out where I lived.
But then a sudden thought hit me.
'Wait, what about the internet? For others, it automatically seeps in like past-life memories or experiences when they log in. Why don't I get that?'
Others said that during trials in the Tower, like in a fantasy world, it sometimes injects experiences and memories as if you'd lived there.
Not always, but when it doesn't, the trials are super simple and short...
Of course, unlike others, I'm entering worlds from stories I already know..., so the circumstances are different—hard to complain specifically, but it feels kinda off..., you know?
Why don't I get that useful feature?
'Hey, System. Isn't this a bug? Why don't I get that? You know exactly what I'm talking about, right?'
In Very Very Special Easy difficulty, to ensure user convenience, enjoyment, and freedom of choice, relevant information and memories are not provided automatically. You can search and purchase them for free in the shop window if desired.
'What?!'
I checked the shop window.
Sure enough, using the search function as the system suggested, there it was—free to buy.
The truly devious and insidious part was that it didn't show up in the shop list unless you searched for it.
It was like those one-person household youth subsidies—you had to jump through hoops to claim them, but no one ever tells you how.
Virtual Memories and Experiences in Tower 1st Floor World.
Price: 0 Points
Virtual Memories and Experiences in Tower 2nd Floor World.
Price: 0 Points
Virtual Memories and Experiences in Tower 3rd Floor World.
Price: 0 Points
Virtual Memories and Experiences in Tower 4th Floor World.
Price: 0 Points
Virtual Memories and Experiences in Tower 5th Floor World.
Price: 0 Points
'What the fuck. If this shit existed, you should've told me right away! You fucking bitch!'
I cussed out the system like usual, but as always, no response.
I bought them one by one in order.
Suddenly, unknown experiences and memories started flooding in.
It was like I'd lived virtual lives once each—from Tower 1st floor to 5th, whole lifetimes embedding into my memory.
My self in Tower 1st floor's Project Zombie World was, as expected, a corporate drone on the outside but a sleazy stalker inside.
Tower 2nd was something like participating in Battlegrounds 2's death battle royale shooting survival online game?
In Tower 3rd floor's Absolute Cock World, memories piled up of living as a Japanese archaeology grad student,
Tower 4th was memories of myself in another worldline? Mostly similar, but I was a college student with a different family setup.
And for the Tower 5th floor I'm in now..., memories and experiences of a guy named Nishimura Takuya got injected.
Nishimura Takuya is a successful young entrepreneur.
But it's hard to call him self-made, since he was born with a silver spoon.
With startup capital and connections from his parents right off the bat, business success came easy.
Of course, there are total fuckup chaebol heirs, so he's not a complete loser—more like average talent boosted by lucky parents into success?
Public opinion sees him as a driven go-getter with meticulous genius and flashes of brilliant business insight—a young prodigy entrepreneur?
If he'd been born to an ordinary family, he'd be rated as a lone wolf who does whatever he wants with delusions of grandeur.
But since his family is loaded, even his flaws get spun positive.
His lone-wolf arrogance becomes "strong drive," his selfish whims become "meticulous genius," and his delusions become "brilliant business inspiration."
'This is that thing..., where once you succeed, even flaws get packaged as strengths...? Yeah, makes sense. A regular guy posing dramatically at an autumn sunset is just an uncured chuunibyou. But a successful artist doing it? Nah, he's pondering inspirations in his head.'