Chapter 48: Impure Service (2)
Chapter 48: Impure Service (2)
“Thank you, Master! I’ll make you feel really, really good! So just lie back and stay still!”
“...?”
Carla’s voice had suddenly brightened.
A faint smile played on her lips—the kind that seemed to whisper, 'Just as planned.'
“Wait.”
Hold on. Did she just... play me?
And after all that effort to trick her master, the best she could come up with was 'service' (the naughty kind)...?
I glared down at Carla, who was already fondling my crotch with her ample breasts exposed.
“Is that... a no?”
She pleaded with a pitiful gaze and a trembling voice.
I knew Carla was expressive, but I didn't expect her to weaponize it like this.
It was blatant and clearly contrived... yet, that very fact made her feel strangely sincere.
Seeing her leave the final decision entirely up to me after making such a desperate request, I couldn't help but let out a short laugh.
“Fine. Do whatever you want.”
“Gasp! Really?”
Despite having set the stage herself, she looked as delighted as if she’d received an unexpected gift the moment I gave my permission, her ruby eyes sparkling.
When I first bought her, she was like a terrified puppy... but somewhere along the line, she’d turned into a multi-tailed fox.
...Well, they’re both canines, so I guess it’s not that big of a leap?
Chuckling, I spread my arms and legs wide. I lay there as if to say, 'Go ahead, do your worst.'
“If you’re going to do it, hurry up.”
“You mean it? I can really do whatever I want...?”
“???”
The nuance of her words felt a bit off.
Looking closer, her eyes weren't just sparkling; they were gleaming with a dark, lewd intensity. It was as if she’d received a surprise gift, but the contents were some kind of suspicious drug.
“Doing whatever I want with Master... hehehe...”
“...”
She is trying to serve me... right?
A sudden surge of anxiety made me shiver, but it was gone in an instant.
Carla wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and regained her usual composure. Then, mimicking the other attendants, she made a declaration with a mock-solemn and polite attitude.
“I shall now begin Master’s night service. Please let me know if anything feels uncomfortable.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
Dazed by the sudden shift in atmosphere, I nodded. Only then did the hand that had been idly stroking my crotch move toward my waist.
Click, clack.
She undid my loosened belt and pulled it off, then proceeded to slide my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
Boing.
My member, which had been trapped beneath the fabric, sprang up like a released coil.
“H-hyut?!”
Even though there was some distance between them, Carla looked startled as the tip of my cock brushed past the end of her nose.
Yeah, even I have to admit it looks pretty monstrous.
The shaft swayed up and down from the momentum, and Carla’s eyes followed the movement rhythmically.
She seemed lost in a trance for a moment, staring at my dick, but she quickly snapped out of it and carefully took hold of the swaying length.
“Ah...”
It wasn't like this was her first time touching it, yet Carla stroked it as if it were a wondrous curiosity.
“To think it could get this hard... Don't worry, Master. I’ll relieve this tension for you right now.”
With those words, she pressed a light kiss to the glans.
Mwah.
A soft, ticklish sensation spread from the tip.
The image of her kissing my cock and swearing an oath back in the dungeon overlapped with the present, causing my libido to flare up instantly.
Regardless of my will, my cock began to throb and twitch.
Carla pouted as if it were trying to escape her grasp.
“Uuu... Please stay still, Master.”
It went without saying that I had no conscious control over this, so I simply shrugged.
“I suppose I have no choice. I’ll just have to catch Sir Dick since he keeps trying to run away.”
“Sir Dick? What kind of—hup?!”
Before I could finish, she let out a cute little grunt of “Ei!” and squeezed my member between her breasts.
A soft, plush pressure enveloped my lower half.
Having trapped my cock between her cleavage, Carla looked up at me with a triumphant, beaming smile.
“Hehe. It might be a little lacking... but my breasts are pretty big too, right?”
“...No, they’re definitely not lacking.”
It seemed Fay’s 'Truth Pockets' had left quite a traumatic impression on her... but Fay’s size was just biologically impossible.
Carla’s own 'mana capacity' was already far beyond the norm, so she really didn't need to worry about it.
However, Carla shook her head at my words, her voice tinged with regret.
“I would have thought so too, before.”
“I take it you don't think so now?”
“Well... look at this, Master.”
Carla leaned forward further, presenting her breasts as she performed the paizuri.
What is this? Is she trying to kill me with sheer horniness?
I tilted my head, unsure of her intent, until she kindly explained it to me.
“Even though I’m using both my breasts, I can't wrap around all of Master’s cock.”
“Huh?”
Looking down again, I saw that the glans was poking out above the top of her cleavage.
“I am Master’s slave. My breasts exist solely for Master’s sake.”
I listened in silence, wondering where she was going with this, only for her to let out a deep, heavy sigh.
“What’s the point of being bigger than other people... if I can't even cover all of Master’s cock?”
“...”
Wow.
She really is trying to kill me with horniness.
Part of me wanted to give in to the impulse and start kneading those large breasts that she’d just declared were mine alone...
But I had promised to let her do as she pleased, and more importantly, she seemed genuinely upset about not being able to fully cover me. So, I held back.
Instead, I spoke.
“It’s okay.”
“Yes? But I...”
“The part that’s sticking out... you can just eat it—no, I mean, block it with your mouth.”
“With my mouth?”
Carla tilted her head in confusion, her platinum-blonde hair cascading down her shoulder.
I was momentarily mesmerized by her beauty, which always reminded me of a high-end work of art, when—
“Ah!”
Carla’s eyes widened as she finally realized what I meant.
She immediately took the part of me protruding from her cleavage into her mouth and looked up at me.
“Ha-m. Ih thih ri-ht?”
“Exactly. If you use it like that, your breast size is just perfect, right?”
“Yes! Thank you!”
Only then did she give me a bright, innocent smile.
...It felt a bit weird to be thanked for teaching her how to suck a dick while giving a breastjob, but if she was happy, I guess it was fine.
“I didn't expect to need help so soon after promising to serve you all on my own... but now, I’ll make sure you can cum as much as you want without having to lift a single finger, Master!”
With a voice full of determination, Carla finally began to move in earnest.
Slide, slide.
She began to move her breasts up and down with meticulous care.
The sensation of her smooth skin rubbing against my shaft sent a slow, building pleasure through me.
“Chyuu... slurp...”
I couldn't ignore her tongue, which was busy licking the exposed tip.
The inside of her mouth was wet and warm. Carla used her tongue to rub and tickle the glans, sometimes even sucking hard with her lips, providing constant, relentless stimulation.
It was a persistent movement, as if she were determined to wring every last drop of semen out of me.
Even while focused on my cock, she would occasionally peek up at me to gauge my reaction.
She was likely trying to figure out exactly which parts I enjoyed the most.
Slide, slide.
“Hmph...”
Carla was pouring every ounce of her mental and physical energy into milking me.
Thinking about that made even the sight of her, with only her top discarded, look incredibly erotic.
She looked like a maid who had been called away from her duties to immediately attend to her master’s sexual needs.
“Haah...”
A sigh escaped my lips involuntarily.
She’d only been moving for a short while, but a tingling sensation was already rising from my tailbone, signaling an approaching climax.
Carla’s active tongue-work and the hydraulic pressure of her breasts were great... but more than that, the situation and the visuals were just too damn hot.
How was I supposed to hold back when Carla was kneeling between my legs, topless, giving me a tit-job-fellatio combo?
As I tried to suppress the urge to ejaculate, my lower half began to twitch more frequently.
Did she realize I was close because of those movements?
Carla’s actions changed slightly.
Her lips, which had been clamped tight, pulled away, and she began to let a generous amount of saliva flow out.
With her tongue lolling out, she let the drool trail down over my member.
“Aah...”
The sight itself was incredibly lewd, but the important part was what came next.
The saliva flowing down my cock began to wet Carla’s breasts.
Until now, the friction heat from the rubbing had prevented her from going above a certain speed... but not anymore.
Carla gazed satisfyingly at her glistening breasts before taking me back into her mouth.
“Ha-m.”
And then, the paizuri resumed.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Even the sound had changed.
It wasn't just rubbing anymore; it felt like she was using her breasts to give me a vigorous handjob.
“Kh...”
The intensity of the stimulation made me grimace.
If I relaxed for even a second, I felt like I would blow my load right then and there.
As I debated whether to just let it go or try to endure a bit longer to savor the pleasure—
As if to help me make my choice, Carla slowly spat out the cock she’d been sucking.
Looking at my strained expression, she spoke in a seductive, melting voice.
“Master, Master.”
“...What.”
“Don't hold back. Please spray it all into Master’s personal cum rag.”
Just as I was about to ask what the hell she meant by that—
“Ahe—”
She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
...God, she’s going to drive me crazy.
I guess that tongue was supposed to be my 'personal cum rag.'
The moment I understood her meaning, a surge of pleasure I couldn't possibly suppress shot up my spine.
“I’m cumming...!”
Pshhh, pshhh... spurt!
As the accumulated semen shot out like a water gun, a wave of pleasure so intense it made my vision blur slammed into the back of my head.
“Haup!”
Perhaps because she’d prepared herself, Carla moved her mouth quickly and managed to catch every single drop. And then...
“Ah...”
She opened her mouth to show me the semen she’d milked from me.
The white liquid filled her mouth so completely that it looked like it might overflow if I’d produced even a little bit more.
Once I’d confirmed it, Carla closed her mouth and swallowed the massive amount of semen in one go.
Gulp.
After a moment of savoring the taste, Carla opened her lips again.
Unlike a moment ago, only her pink flesh and cute tongue were visible inside.
Seeing my dazed expression, Carla gave me a shy, beaming smile.
“Thank you for the meal.”