Livestock Secretary Exchange Meeting (2)
Shiori, who had just been sharing a story so unbelievable it was hard to accept even on a second hearing, stepped away for a moment. She was probably leaving to prepare the show she was about to put on.
Fuji hurriedly scanned the crowd for Kamijo. It was pure rage—he felt like he had to land at least one punch or kick, or he wouldn't be able to hold it together. Kamijo had moved to a seat near the front of the stage, unlike before. Fuji wanted to rush over and lash out, but Kamijo was flanked by bodyguards who towered over him by two or three heads. Instinct screamed for revenge, but fear—the cold grip of reason—held him back. In the end, all Fuji could do was grind his teeth in fury. What a pathetic, worthless man he was. Self-loathing made his jaw tremble uncontrollably.
Just then, flashy music blared, and someone entered. At the end of Fuji's gaze, Shiori slowly walked out. She wasn't dressed in anything as blatantly obscene as before. But something was off about her condition. Shiori's breasts had always been quite large. But they had never swelled to the point of bursting like that. And displaying them like this made no sense at all. Her breasts rested atop a silver tray like food on a platter as she approached. This wasn't the Shiori he knew. And beside the tray sat something that no one could mistake for a normal dildo, no matter how they looked at it.
Even as she carried it out herself, her body shuddered visibly with fear of the dildo. It looked as long as Shiori's upper body. The audience gasped in admiration at its size.
"Kamijo, you've prepared something this entertaining?"
"This isn't just exchange meeting material."
"She's going to insert that? And not even forced?"
The crowd erupted in thrilled disbelief.
"Haha, truth be told, even I've never seen something that size go in. But Shiori insisted she wanted to do it."
Fuji couldn't believe his ears at Kamijo's words. 'Shiori wanted to insert a dildo that big?' He wanted to deny it. But after what he'd seen earlier, doubt crept into a corner of his heart. Did Shiori really love him? Did she still think of him at all? Had she already forgotten him? Maybe she and their son meant nothing to her now—that she craved only cock, only pleasure?
He wrestled with the thought dozens of times inside. If that's not true, just refuse it. Don't give me that expectant look anymore. But the words Fuji so desperately wanted never came. Instead, Shiori climbed onto the stage as if she couldn't wait another second. Her cheeks flushed deep red, like she was eagerly anticipating what was about to happen to her. It didn't feel like wishful thinking. Shiori truly wanted that dildo ravaging her insides. And she wasn't the only one. The audience didn't care about the outcome—they just wanted to see this livestock secretary swallow that massive dildo right before their eyes. Her health or well-being meant nothing. To them, Shiori was just replaceable livestock. Sure, finding one like her took effort, but if they put their minds to it, they could always get another.
Countless livestock had been ruined trying stunts like this. The number was annoyingly high. Everyone here had the power to procure more whenever they wanted. Even if they hadn't brought any tonight, each one owned at least one livestock secretary. People like that wouldn't settle for mild thrills. Most were addicted to extreme pleasure. Naturally, the more spectacularly Shiori broke while taking that dildo, the more they'd cheer and revel in it. The more stimulating her destruction, the higher Kamijo's reputation soared. That was exactly what he craved. If it played out that way, the money he'd spent on her would be well worth it.
And so, with every eye in the room fixed on her, Shiori's show began.
"Shiori can't handle inserting that thing alone, can she?"
"Heh, of course not."
"Exactly, exactly."
"Then let's call in a friend to help Shiori out. Johnson, mind lending a hand?"
As Johnson stepped onto the stage, the audience showered him with praise.
"Johnson! It's been a while. Is this girl your handiwork too?"
Johnson smiled and nodded.
"Knew it."
The crowd, already familiar with his face, burst into hearty laughter.
"What's her score?"
Johnson quietly held up nine fingers.
"Nine points from you? She must be exceptional."
"Among all the women I've trained, she's top-tier."
"Now that's exciting. She must be outstanding."
"You'll see."
The audience laughed again, buzzing with anticipation for Shiori's impending spectacle. Fuji was the only one who couldn't smile. The louder the laughter grew, the darker his expression became.
Johnson glanced slyly at Fuji. Head bowed, face twisted in anguish— to him, Fuji was the most foolish, pathetic husband imaginable. A man too incompetent to protect even his own woman. There was always a reason people ended up like this, he thought.
What Johnson could do for Fuji was simple: make him feel that powerlessness even more acutely. In other words, utterly destroy Shiori and inflict maximum humiliation on Fuji. That was his job.
Johnson slowly picked up the dildo Shiori had brought. Its massive size didn't yield even compared to the solid muscles of Johnson's forearm. As he gripped it, Shiori naturally lifted her hips and bent forward. The lower part of her black swimsuit-like outfit had a zipper. Once unzipped, her pussy and asshole were exposed again.
Johnson positioned the dildo beneath her. Just before thrusting it in, he whispered to her.
"You want me to shove it in right now?"
His voice was soft, but the mic carried it clearly to every ear in the room.
"Yes……."
"Really?"
"Yesss……please shove it in quick."
"Alright, I'll do it—but first, get that pussy nice and wet."
Johnson plunged his middle finger into Shiori's pussy, ravaging it roughly.
"Ah, your f-finger's so de-deep……."
"It's already slick inside. Hurry up and soak it—I’ll make it feel good."
"Hiiik! I-it's already wet! Just stir it a little more with your fingers!"
Female juices squirted from Shiori's crotch in bursts.
"Hik! Haaak!"
"How's it feel right now?"
"It t-tickles so muuuch……!"
Johnson dripped the thick, sticky fluid pooling in her pussy and barked.
"Look at this—you're this excited already. Born pervert, aren't you?"
Suddenly, he jammed two thick fingers deep inside.
"Ohok!"
When he pulled them out, strings of her arousal clung to his hand.
"Definitely turned on. So, what do you want next?"
"B-before you insert it……lick me like always……."
"Like this?"
Johnson carefully lapped at her hole with his tongue, and Shiori let out a spasming cry of surprise.
"Uhk……that feels so good."
"What feels good? Say it out loud."
"Your tongue licking me feels amazing."
"Where?"
"My always-horny bitch hole……uhk."
"Got it."
Johnson began rubbing around her slit. "Now that you're loosened up, let's get serious. Time to show everyone the results of all that development."
His tongue roamed every inch of her pussy—from the outer lips to the inner mucosa and folds—licking roughly. Shiori started squealing like a pig in heat.
"Ngooohooo♥️"
Her face, transforming in real time, beamed across the cameras to the audience.
"Look at that face. How's that a mother's?"
"Right? Just a sex-crazed sow."
No matter what they said, Shiori's brain melted under the mounting pleasure from her pussy.
"Shiori, I'm inserting the dildo now."
"Yesss, shove it in noow♥️."
"First, pinch your nose, open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and greet the audience. See the camera?"
Shiori pinched her nose like a pig's snout and spoke to the camera.
"N-Now, I'll show you Shiori's extreme dildo insertion show!!"