Chapter 32: Giving the Busty Loan Shark a Proper Education (1)
Originally, he had planned to just watch from the sidelines. Interfering wouldn't change Mirka's predicament anyway, so if he respected the priest, staying back and observing was the right call.
But let's think about it for a second. Hadn't that loan shark eyed him the moment she laid eyes on him? In other words, if he had no qualms, stepping in for Mirka wouldn't be an issue at all. And since he had zero hang-ups about sex, it made more sense for him to take the lead than for Mirka, who was terrified of losing his virginity.
Yeah, that was the only reason he'd barged in between them. Not because he wanted to grope those ridiculous tits.
"Wh-what the hell is that...?"
Anyway, he'd inserted himself right into the middle, his rock-hard erection thrust proudly in front of Amelia. The second she registered it, her eyes locked on, unable to look away.
"Wh-what kind of cock is that...? It's on a whole other level from the priest's..."
Of course she'd be hooked. Every woman he'd met so far had been. Especially since the arena crowd had gone dead silent at the sight—her prized "merchandise value" was nothing compared to his.
"You just gonna stand there and watch?"
"Wh-what?"
"You told me to step in if I could. So quit gawking and do it yourself."
Gulp.
Amelia swallowed hard. His words clearly tempted her, but she couldn't fully let go of her fixation, her gaze flicking intermittently back to Mirka.
"F-fine, whatever. I only said that in the heat of the moment..."
"Aw, and you've already stripped down. You really gonna send me packing now?"
"Duh, isn't that obvious? The debt's on the priest anyway, and he's a virgin to boot. Know how much demand virgins pull from clients? Meanwhile, you're volunteering like a pro—must have plenty of miles on you..."
Her eyes flicked back to his cock.
"Even with a monster like that... it's gotta be worth less than a virgin priest."
She was torn. Her words prioritized the priest, but her heart was clearly captive to his dick.
"How about this, then?"
Deeming it enough for now, he made her a proposal.
"Fuck me first. If you're satisfied, we keep going. If not, you can finish what you started with the priest."
"Hah, you'd get me hard without knowing if I'll even like it? Even with experience, aren't you treating yourself kinda cheap? Sluts don't fetch much demand, y'know."
Slut, huh. Fair enough—he'd bedded plenty of women by now, so he wasn't exactly fresh goods anymore.
"So, you don't want these?"
But tits were tits, even in his old world. Virgin or seasoned porn star, size conquered all male hearts. In this reversed world where chastity flipped, cock was the new tits—so of course they'd be drawn to a big one. Look at her now: the second he got hard, Amelia couldn't tear her eyes away.
-Gulp. She swallowed again, saliva flooding her mouth. Then, with a tsk, she finally shifted her full attention from Mirka.
"A-alright. Fine, I'll play along. But if you don't satisfy me, don't expect any mercy."
Perfect. That bought Mirka some breathing room. Now the question was whether his cock could seal the deal. She seemed cocky, figuring she'd just tough it out, but he had plans for that too.
"Alright then, let's taste that body of yours..."
"Ah, hold up."
He stopped Amelia as she smirked and approached. Her face twisted in fury.
"What, all cocky at first, now chickening out?"
"Nah, it's not that. Think about it—you're planning to sell me as merchandise, right? So for max value, let's make it more exciting. That cool?"
"Hah, as if a man could get that exciting. Fine, go ahead and try."
She accepted without a second thought. Seizing the pretext, he swung his raised hand straight at her head.
Slap!
Her head snapped to the side.
"...Huh?"
As she let out a confused yelp, he grabbed her tits and growled.
"You rotten bitch, who the fuck you looking down on? On your knees, now."
"Wh-what the...?"
"Oh? Talking back to a man? Guess I gotta teach you a lesson right here!"
"Ah, ngh!"
He kneaded and shook her massive tits with both hands. Realizing what was happening, she trembled, then snarled at him.
"You fucking man-whore, how dare you get cocky with—"
Slap!!
Another smack straight to her breast. It jiggled obscenely, but he didn't care—he slapped it again.
"Man-whore? That what my cock looks like to you?"
"Ah, agh! S-stop...!"
"These stupid fucking udders, bloated like goddamn cows. What the hell did you feed 'em to get this big? You're a proper sow."
"D-don't call me a sow, you bas—!"
Slap! Slap!
"Ahh~♥"
A girlish moan escaped after the tit-slaps. He hadn't hit hard, but seeing her yield one-sidedly told him everything. This bitch had never been dominated before, but she had masochistic tendencies peeking through. With tits that monstrous, she was a textbook maso-pig. No holding back now.
"Shut up and kneel, you cunt."
He slapped her tits downward; her knees buckled reflexively. With her eye level lowered, he thrust his throbbing cock in her face.
"Wh-what...?"
"You still don't get it? The only thing worth your eye level right now is this cock, not my eyes."
Twitch, twitch.
His erection surged higher, stimulated by her monstrous udders. Her eyes went wide as she panted; he seized the moment, grabbed her head, and rammed his cock down her throat.
"Glurgh!!!"
No mercy—he shoved from lips to tonsils. She gagged violently, vomit reflex kicking in, but the tighter squeeze only spurred him on. He used it as fuel, pounding harder.
-Squish, squish.
Saliva-slicked mouth grinding against flesh. Her soft cheeks and tongue ridges teased his pleasure, building him fast to the edge. Maybe from watching earlier, but he was prepped quick. No point holding back now.
He braced his hips and erupted deep in her throat.
-Spluuuurt!!
The cum pent up in his groin flooded into her. She convulsed, choking and spasming. He pulled out only when her eyes rolled back and her body went limp.
"Urgh... uuep... ♥"
Her upper body crumpled the instant he withdrew. Her glazed eyes suggested the load had short-circuited her brain. Fine by him—if she snapped out and got pissy, her malice would swing back to Mirka. Better to go all in.
"Nghk!"
He jammed fingers into her pussy as she lay dazed; her eyes flew open, clamping down fiercely.
Squish, squish.
His thick fingers scraped her walls, stirring her depths. No hymen, disappointingly, but the grip was virgin-tight.
"Hah, this pussy clamps like a vice. Haven't used it much, huh?"
"Wh-what bullshit. I've fucked so many men in this job..."
Still had fight in her? Perfect, more to torment. He grinned and plunged his fingers deep.
"Guess every guy you've had was a tiny-dick loser."
"Nnghooo~♥♥♥"
Her hips bucked wildly, climaxing lightly. Half-lost to the rough stimulus, she slumped to the floor. He grabbed her legs, lining up his cock.
"You're soaked anyway—no need for warmup."
"W-wait! I-I'm not mentally ready yet...!"
"Mentally ready? Shoulda done that ages ago."
When was she planning to fuck the priest? Sure, she'd never taken a beast like his before, but that wasn't his problem.
-Shluck!
He drove the head in from the entrance; her body shuddered massively.
"Ah, ugh... aaa...!"
Moans leaked out—fear of the monstrous invader, mixed with anticipation of the pleasure.
-Shlorp, shlorp!
Thrusting deeper, her head tilted back, struggling to accommodate. He stopped only when he bottomed out.
"Kah, haah... haa... ♥"
Just taking it winded her; she forced ragged breaths, moaning as her body quivered helplessly. But her tension only squeezed tighter, gifting him deep pleasure.
"Hah, this grip's gonna feel amazing to pound."
-Squish!
"Ohog~!"
One hip snap, and her back arched straight. Gripping her waist, he kept going; her absurd tits began bouncing wildly up and down.
"F-fuck, oh... w-wait, don't move...!"
-Pang!!!
"Ohhooo~♥♥"
Her words cut off as he plunged deep. No respite—he hammered on. Her initial bravado shattered; she was helpless against his assault.
-Pang, pang!
Flesh slapped flesh amid her sopping waves.
"Ugho, hooook, ohhoooo~♥♥"
Her moans blended agony and ecstasy, the chapel's heat thickening with time. Holding her close, he bellowed.
"Get ready—I'm about to blow, you sow bitch."
"R-ready for wh-what...?"
-Pang!!!
"Nnghooo~!!"
Her head snapped back in orgasm as his torrent filled her. Sticky fluid leaked between her thighs, signaling the end. But he didn't stop—wave after wave, wringing him dry.
-Squish!
Pulling out trailed white strings; her spasming pussy squirted in aftershocks.
"Ohho, ugh... ♥"
Never climaxed this hard before? Still lost in the afterglow, he slapped her face to snap her out.
"Hey, wake up. Snap to it."
"Hah, haaah!!"
She jolted awake, eyes wide. Recalling everything, she clutched herself and shrieked at him.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!"
"What? Sent you to heaven like I promised."
She'd cum buckets—conditions met, right? He pressed for confirmation.
"So, satisfied now?"
"S-satisfied?"
She blinked blankly. Then, grasping it, she smirked mockingly.
"Ha, haha. That? Nothing special. If you think this satisfied me, you're dreaming."
Yeah, it was her call. Even after orgasming, she'd deny it to redirect her spite at Mirka.
"Not enough, huh?"
"Right. For debt forgiveness, this ain't..."
"Then round two it is."
Too bad he had endless stamina. Getting hard again, her face paled, body shivering.
"Eek! Wh-what?! Don't men go soft after one shot!?"
"Average guys, yeah. I can go all day."
Quality over quantity? Nah—outlast her. Pound endlessly if needed.
"Spread 'em, slut. I'll fuck ya till you admit you're satisfied."
Regret dawned on her face.