Should I Call This Farming?
The instant I finished pumping her full, I grinned lecherously down at Jeomsuni as she gasped for the breath she'd been holding.
"So? How's it feel being my breeding sow?"
"Who said I was your breeding sow? I already have a master I serve. My womb and pussy may have been defiled and corrupted, but my heart will never…♡"
"Huh? You've got another master? Oh, right — you did say you were a maid earlier."
I'd been so far gone tasting a dark elf's insides for the first time that I'd completely let it slide. The updated info hit me a beat late, and I was just starting to worry about getting sued by whoever her master was when Senior Arang clapped her hands together and shouted.
"Whoa! I've seen that in a ninja manga. She's from a branch family, right? Like a servant clan that serves the main house!"
"It's branch family, not 'bung family.' More importantly — is that actually true?"
"It is not. As is well known, elves and dark elves have overwhelmingly smaller populations than other races. We lack the numbers to even divide into main and branch houses — and the Dimensional Great Collision splintered what little population we had even further…"
"Ahh, so you're employed by this master of yours, then?"
Jeomsuni nodded at my question — then immediately curled her lips into a smirk that screamed you're all dead.
"Employed? Well, I suppose someone like you would think that. A lecher of your caliber could never know of the pact forged between our Nightfall clan and my lady's house."
"…"
Schlick—♡
This girl casually clamps down on my cock while talking like that and doesn't realize she's begging for a pussy-rape? Or is she doing it on purpose because she wants it…?
Elf Fever Time still hadn't worn off. Her womb and inner walls kept a death grip on my cock while she looked up from my arms with that provocatively insolent face — truly, only an elf could be this sly and obscenely erotic.
"Still, that 'lady' of yours isn't going to put a baby in you, is she?"
"Pardon?"
"Right. I heard it from Bok-soon too. You pointy-eared types go completely insane over getting pregnant."
"Ah—aah♡ The proud young lady of House Silvanel… just what did this lecher and this slut do to her to make her spill even that…♡"
"You'll find out soon enough. Once we drag you home, we'll red-rope you into a full ear-and-shell bondage, and then…"
"Hang you from the ceiling like dried fish and fuck you senseless until you swear to offer up this 'lady' of yours to our hubby."
"Ah… aah… You've already done such violent things to me — her maid — and now you mean to do that as well…♡"
Schluuurp—♡
True to her masochistic dark-elf nature, just imagining it made her pussy-flesh cling hungrily to my cock, coaxing me to train her already.
"We came here to practice for the Grand Festival, and somehow we ended up with a free pussy. Bok-soon and Freyja are going to be thrilled when we get home."
"You're telling me… wait. Hubby? Hold on. Why would Bok-soon and Freyja be thrilled when we get home?"
"Well… because they live with me?"
"Huh?! Wait — are you insane?! Since when?!"
"Since yesterday."
"Yesterday? Hmm. Not as long as I thought. If you'd said three days, I would've beaten the hell out of you for three days straight."
"…"
Thank god I came clean.
Senior Arang's razor-sharp instincts were no joke, and given Bok-soon and Freyja's personalities, getting found out was only a matter of time. I'd just told the truth as it was — and nearly walked into a disaster for it. I breathed an inward sigh of relief and turned to Jeomsuni, who was watching us with trembling eyes.
"I'm kidding. Even I wouldn't go as far as kidnapping."
"Pardon?"
"What? You're not kidnapping her? No kidnapping-confinement-training?"
"The house is already about to explode as it is. Confinement? Please."
"Ah…"
"Why do you sound disappointed…"
I saved my number and Senior Arang's into Jeomsuni's phone, then shoved the device straight down between her cleavage.
"There. You've got our numbers. If that lady of yours ever fires you, or if you change your mind and decide you want to live as my breeding sow, call us. Got it?"
"Hmph. Become a lecher like you's breeding sow? That will never happen. If anything, I'll use this number to dig a trap and bring the blade of justice down on that monstrous cock of yours…!!"
"I already taught that pussy of yours exactly what happens when you say 'never' in a situation like this, didn't I?"
"Aah…♡ Th-this lecher again…♡"
Schlick-schlick—♡
Jeomsuni was already working my cock with eager flattery, clearly wanting more — so I rose, seized her massive ass in both hands, and growled,
"I go out of my way to be considerate, and you spit on me for it? What a shameless dark elf. I was already thinking it was a waste to only taste a pussy this exquisite once or twice — so I'll take this chance to pickle that cunt and womb of yours in my cum until you never dare think something so arrogant again…!"
"L-let go of me…♡"
"Hmm? Hubby. Looks like the womb-pickling will have to wait."
"Huh? Why… oh. Never mind."
Thud-thud-thud-thud—!!
Heavy footfalls thundered from every direction, accompanied by the massive presence unique to minotaurs.
"Yeah, it's about time they respawned."
"We did make-a-baby sex so many times, after all. You got so drunk on my pussy you were slamming that huge cock into me like a dog…♡ Hah, just thinking about it is making me drool again♡"
"If you're drooling, then I've lost my mind. Arang, you and that…"
"Don't you dare call it a trash pussy."
"It is a trash pussy."
"Hey! You're dead today. We're going out and getting a room right now. I'm settling this with hubby's cock once and for all so you never say that shit again…!!"
—Mmmmooo…!!
All that shouting naturally drew aggro. A minotaur appeared and started whirling a chain-hook through the air.
"An axe last time, a hook this time. Guess it really is a slaughterhouse."
"Hubby, why are you calmly analyzing? Get ready to fight. And put that Kkanf bitch down."
"I'd love to, but…"
"But what?"
"She's stuck."
"Huh?"
"Ook♡ Oooook♡"
Schluuurp—♡
Senior Arang had been buzzing with excitement, ready to leap onto the minotaur and rip its head clean off — until my words left her gaping at me like an idiot.
"What did you just say? She's stuck?"
"Yeah. Stuck. We're locked together so tight she won't come off."
"Holy shit — she actually turned into a cock-guard?"
Arang glanced at the minotaur, then strode over and shoved her hands under Jeomsuni's armpits.
"Alright. Pulling now."
"W-wait?! You mustn't pull! His cock is buried inside my womb — if you force it out now, my uterus will…?!"
"Why should I care?! I've never even gotten to do battle-sex with hubby! Do you know how jealous I was watching that bitch Kim Bok-soon do it?!"
"Gghooooooooh?!"
Schluuuuurp—♡
Ignoring Jeomsuni's protests, Arang started hauling. I figured she'd pop free any second and pulled back in time with Arang's efforts —
"What the hell? Why won't she come off? How hard is she clamping down that even when I put my back into it like this — nngh — she still won't budge?"
"Eunghoooo?! Ohooooooh?!"
Contrary to every expectation, Jeomsuni stayed glued to me like a cicada, shrieking in ecstasy. Arang and I both froze in shock.
"What is with this girl? Why — why won't she come off? I was pulling hard as hell!"
"Ooooh♡ Hoooh♡ P-please stop♡ Ook♡ My womb is really, truly about to come out♡ If this keeps up…♡"
"Your womb coming out, my ass —"
"Eungok?!"
Even an elf in Fever Time shouldn't have been able to hold against Senior Arang — who had grown fat on creampies until she now sat at the absolute peak of A-class, effectively a quasi-S-class hunter's physique.
And she held?
"She tanked Arang's strength with pure pussy-grip alone?"
"I did ease off a little so I wouldn't dislocate her shoulders, but still — living this long and I've never seen anything this ridiculous."
Between the Lucky Pervert constitution and this bizarre stunt, peeling back Jeomsuni's layers only ever produced more urban legends. Arang and I were snorting in disbelief when —
—Mmooooooooo!!
The minotaur decided it had watched long enough. Hook swinging, it charged straight at us.
"What now? I can't jump like before with Jeomsuni stuck on me."
"Then fight with a weapon!"
"A weapon? My greatsword? You threw it over there earlier — I'd have to go pick it up…?"
Arang flicked a casual glance at the charging minotaur, confirmed its position — then turned back to me and Jeomsuni with a wicked, leering grin.
"Hubby. You know that for the Grand Festival, personal weapons are banned — you can only use gear you farm on-site, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Wh-what are you two planning now…?!"
I caught the glint in Arang's eyes and cackled. Jeomsuni trembled between dread and anticipation — and Arang lifted her foot and shoved hard against the ass of the dark elf still impaled on me in a full mating press.
Shiiing—!!
"Gghooooooooh?!"
"Perfect. I just farmed a sword out of this bitch's asshole. Here — take it and fight!"
"Heh heh heh… should I call this farming? Or looting?"
I took the blade Arang had yanked free from the scabbard buried in Jeomsuni's ass, and together we charged the minotaur.