Thoroughly Educating the Busty Loan Shark (2)
After that, I continued savoring Amelia's body to my heart's content. Biting and sucking every inch of her, thrusting into every hole I could find.
"W-wait a sec. Not the ass...!"
-Squelch!
"Nnghooo~♥♥♥"
The moment I plunged into her ass, Amelia convulsed wildly, thrashing her body in a fit. Her reaction was even bigger than when I'd fucked her pussy—it was clear her sensitivity was concentrated there. A perfect masochistic pig, true to her name.
"How the hell did this happen? You were so damn cocky, and now you're a total mess!"
"Ahh, haaah... Y-you, you arrogant little... man!"
"Who's the one panting like a bitch in heat for this arrogant man's cock?"
"I-I never p-panted...!"
-Smack!!
"Nnghooh!"
I slapped her ass hard, and she threw her head back like she was about to pass out. Her massive tits jiggled wildly with the motion, rallying my lower body for another round even after I'd cum multiple times.
"Feels good, huh?" I asked her in that state.
"Does it feel good, you sow?!"
"It d-doesn't f-feel... good...!"
"Then I'll keep pounding till it does. Spread that pussy again, slut."
"O-oh, o-oh, oooh~ Oooh~♥♥♥"
Her head lolled back at the renewed penetration. Confirming she'd climaxed easily, I buried my face in her tits and snapped my hips again.
-Splat, splat!
Her body spasmed under my purely ejaculatory pistoning, her pussy clenching like it was trying to milk me dry. After she'd cum countless times, her face was twisted in humiliated fury.
"N-not the t-tits! S-sucking them m-makes it feel so w-weird...♥♥"
I ignored her pleas, relentlessly driving into her and taunting her more.
"Damn, these udders are ridiculous up close. With tits like these, you'd never have to worry about starving a kid. How about getting knocked up right here and becoming a mommy?"
"N-nooo...! I-I'm not ready to be a m-mom...!"
-Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish!
"O-oh, o-oh, oooh~♥ It's c-coming...♥ C-coming agaaain...!"
-Spluuurt, splurt.
Fierce head-ramming thrusts led to another creampie. And her orgasm. As Amelia writhed, I let her go, and she slumped limply to the floor.
I asked the utterly spent Amelia,
"How's that? Still not enough?"
My cock sprang back up rigidly. But by now, she'd half-lost her reason.
"Ehhe, ugh...♥"
Her initial arrogance and greed toward Mirka were gone. All that remained was a cum-soaked sow lost in the afterglow of my massive dick.
"C-cock... No more... B-body can't t-take it...♥"
Yeah, after pushing her that far, it'd be weirder if she could endure. Just to be sure, I checked the camera, replaying the footage to confirm our session.
It showed a sturdy-built man utterly breaking a smug woman. He held total control from start to finish, and the thrill felt no different from the arena crowds' cheers.
Having jerked off to nothing but AVs in my past life, I could tell. This would sell big. The women of this world would eat it up.
"Hey, loan shark."
Confirmed, I grabbed her hair, yanking her up to eye level.
"E-eek...!"
"Answer your master when he speaks."
"Nnghooo~♥♥♥"
A light pussy-thrust made her arch her back and squirt. As her eyes rolled back in that pathetic sight, I showed her a clip of the footage and asked,
"What do you think? Will this video we just shot go viral?"
"Y-yes... D-definitely... It f-feels so g-good...♥"
"That means all the debt gets wiped, right?"
"O-of course...♥"
Good. Mirka's problem was solved. But I wasn't done—there was more to gain. Even if the debt was cleared now, if the church fell short later, she might borrow again.
"Hey, one more thing. Videos like this one will sell steadily if we produce them, right?"
"Y-yes... If there's d-demand, they s-sell anytime...!"
"Perfect. Then allocate some of the sales profit to this church."
"H-huh? W-what...?"
"Think about it—we both starred in it. You hogging all the profits feels unfair. Excluding production costs, splitting the revenue from this shoot seems fair, no?"
"N-no, that's a problem. The initial deal was just debt forgiveness...!"
"Oh yeah? Then let's make more to really cash in. I'm not satisfied yet anyway—how about filming a 10-part series here? Long-term profits would be huge."
I thrust my re-hardening cock forward. Amelia freaked, squeezing her eyes shut and reluctantly agreeing.
"O-okay. I'll give 30% of profits to the church. So p-please, no more...!"
"30% is too low."
"Any more is impossible! Distribution and marketing eat up costs—there's no margin left!"
Hmm, fair point. Suppliers and sellers aren't the same—church handling AV distribution is absurd anyway. Best to back off here.
"Fine, 30% it is. But break your word, and I'll come pounding your holes all day."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Now get out."
I tossed her clothes; she scrambled away exhausted. Silence fell over the prayer room. Finally, I turned to Mirka, who'd watched it all.
"Brother Mirka, you okay?"
"...A-Adrian... sir."
She stared blankly, still processing. I reassured her gently.
"It's all over. No need to worry."
By fucking Amelia instead, I'd kept Mirka pure—and secured church donations from AV sales. No idea how much it'd sell, but arena experience said demand would be high. Mirka could focus on church work worry-free...
"Ughh, hic...!"
"...Brother?"
Tears welled in her eyes; soon, sobs escaped. Baffled, I watched her pour out her grief.
"Oh God... Why give me such trials? Even if I felt fear, how could You let an innocent suffer in my place, defiling his body? How could You answer my prayers like this?"
"Uh, um. Brother? Calm down first...!"
"I'm sorry, so sorry, Adrian sir. If I'd had courage, I'd have stopped you. But I froze, did nothing. I feared for my purity, so I just watched yours be tainted...!"
She spoke as if I were the sacrifice. But from my view, it was needless worry. Sure, selling the AV was embarrassing, but after public arena sex with my face exposed, who cared now?
"Don't beat yourself up. You saw it, right? I dominated that loan shark one-sidedly."
She'd witnessed it: I initiated aggressively, no hesitation. It was my willing choice; any watcher could tell.
"You don't have to pretend it didn't faze you. I understand."
But her response clashed with my certainty.
"Understand...?"
"You must've been acting. A normal man shows weakness, gets swept up, dignity crushed."
"Uh, no, that's not...!"
"No need to hide. I know you're a 'fragile male' like me."
She gripped my hand tightly. It was soft, tender, full of care.
"You were scared, right?"
She sought agreement.
"Worried showing weakness would invite her malice again, yet desperate for help?"
Not even seeking—it was decided. This world's "truth."
"Yes, in this harsh world, no one to lean on... That's why He reaches for lost lambs seeking Him."
She clasped her hands, gazing soulfully.
A model priestess, she whispered comfortingly,
"I won't say believe in Him. But let me pray for you. May you rise from this wound, find courage ahead...!"
Light emanated from her, warmly illuminating the dim room. Feeling her sincerity, I awkwardly replied,
"Y-yeah. Thanks."
I couldn't shatter her goodwill with harsh truth.
The next morning, after Mirka's final checkup and discharge, I met the two who'd come for me as planned.
"Hey~ Feeling healthy?"
"Yeah, Brother said I'm good to go."
"You look well—relief."
Martina's cheerful greeting, Helia's dignified sigh of relief. Both unchanged from yesterday—good. I asked smoothly,
"So, straight to training today?"
The match was a month away. Longer gap meant tougher foes; more training needed.
"Eh~ Training's fine, but we haven't decided yet."
"Yes... I'd like your answer to yesterday's question first."
But they were skeptical on training, prioritizing something else, eyeing me tensely. Choosing between these hotties? Not a one-day decision.
"Well, no answer yet? We have ideas. Follow us."
"Huh? Follow where...?"
"Martina, don't rush—Adrian seems troubled."
Martina grabbed my hand, dashing off; Helia followed reluctantly. We ended at a swanky inn in the city center. Martina tossed a coin pouch.
"We're renting the whole place today—no outsiders. Got it?"
"Y-yes! Th-thank you, ma'am!"
"In we go."
Martina strode in confidently. The deep inner room was far plusher than my first inn—spacious, luxurious furniture... And the private bath steamed invitingly, always ready.
"Uh, why are we here?"
"Just strip first~"
"Huh? Wait—woah!?"
Martina forcibly stripped my frozen self. She dragged my naked ass to the bath, then stripped herself wildly.
"What're you waiting for? Strip too."
"......"
Helia reluctantly undressed. Toweling off, they faced me amid the steam.
"Prep done. Time for the showdown?"
"Showdown?"
"Yup~ Which of us suits you better~"
Martina grinned slyly. Blushing Helia continued,
"If choosing's hard, best to compete: who satisfies you more."
Er, in short... The long-awaited threesome was finally here?