Chapter 82: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (3)
Chapter 82: I Bought Her, So I Came Again (3)
Carla knelt at my feet, using her index fingers to pull her cheeks wide.
"Ah—"
I grabbed her head firmly and roughly shoved my cock inside.
"Mmph."
The moment Carla’s shapely nose was buried in my pubic hair, I felt a warm, moist sensation envelop my lower half.
While it wasn't as hot or as tight as her pussy, irrumatio had a charm all its own.
Her mouth was stretched to its limit. Whether she was struggling to suppress a gag or not, intermittent tremors traveled from her throat through my shaft, and excess saliva dripped from where we were joined.
It was a rejection reflex, as if her body were screaming to spit it out immediately.
But Carla defied that instinct head-on.
Far from pushing me away, she took her hands off her cheeks and tucked them behind her back. She curled her lips inward and clamped down hard around the base.
Of course, being bitten by lips rather than teeth only felt better.
Her movements, as if begging me to use her mouth and throat, sent a surge of satisfaction blooming from deep within my chest.
I pulled her platinum-blonde head closer, signaling her by lightly rubbing my lower belly against her nose…
And then, I began to thrust.
"Guh! Mmph!"
Muffled moans leaked out every time I plunged into her throat.
Was it because I told her to set an example for Elisha and Iris? For some reason, Carla’s reactions seemed even better than usual.
Feeling her throat wrap around me pleasurably, I flicked my gaze to the side.
"My goodness… this is far more violent than I imagined…."
"Hic."
Iris was fumbling with her own throat, a look of pure shock on her face, while Elisha had turned pale and was suffering from a bout of hiccups.
…I was the one who told them to watch, but knowing someone was actually spectating made it feel… a certain way.
However, unlike my mind, my body was responding faithfully.
The urge to ejaculate was rising.
I could have held it back if I wanted to… but since I had many people to deal with today, there was no need to drag this out.
Just as I had when we started, I pulled Carla’s head close and let my semen flow directly into the depths of her throat.
Splurt, spurt, spurt….
Perhaps it was because I’d been holding back during the carriage ride, thinking someone might be watching, or maybe it was the vitality from the Demonic Blood Pill I’d taken before.
The volume of the ejaculation was extraordinary.
The cum kept flowing as if I were taking a piss.
Even Carla seemed flustered by the sheer amount, and she missed her usual timing to swallow.
"Guh…."
Reflexively pulling my cock from her mouth, Carla coughed up the semen.
"Blegh…."
A white puddle splattered across the floor.
Looking at it now, it really was a lot. It made sense that Carla would be overwhelmed enough to spit it out.
Carla herself, however, didn't seem to see it that way.
"I-I’m sorry, Master!"
"Hmm? It’s fine."
"No. To spill what Master gave me… it’s such a waste."
Saying that, Carla buried her face in the puddle of cum she had just spat out.
While I froze, wondering if she was really going to do it, Carla prostrated herself as if in prayer and began to lap up the semen.
Lick, lick.
"What the…?"
She looked like a proper bitch by any standard.
I heard someone gasp beside me, but that wasn't what mattered right now.
Carla, having diligently licked up every last drop, was smiling brightly.
"Master’s cum. I drank it all! Please praise me!"
"I don't want to."
"…W-Why?!"
"Don't eat things off the floor. Even if this is a high-end inn maintained with Clean magic, it’s still a bit much."
"Gasp… were you worried about me?"
"As long as I have you, Carla, the cum is an infinite refill anyway. It’s clear which one is more important."
"Master…!"
Carla’s eyes sparkled with an expression of deep emotion.
I gently stroked her hair and continued.
"Ah, but that was incredibly slutty just now. Let’s buy a dog bowl or something later and try it again."
"Woof!"
Carla nodded, letting out a bark. I took that as an affirmative.
As I idly scratched under Carla’s chin, I could faintly hear Iris and Elisha talking nearby.
"D-Don't worry, Elisha. I won't let you be broken like that. I won't allow it."
"…Doesn't that mean you’ll be the one suffering under Yandel instead of me, Master? How could I, as your disciple, allow that?"
"Ahem! Even if we’ve both fallen, I am still your Master!"
"Master…!"
It was a warm conversation filled with mutual care, pity, and gratitude.
But why did listening to it make me feel so grumpy?
I wasn't the only one; Carla puffed out her cheeks and whispered in a sulky voice.
"Hmph… calling me 'broken' is a bit much. That was just an expression of affection."
"Tell me about it. Besides, it’s not like Iris could handle all my stamina even if she tried."
"Exactly, exactly. Since it’s come to this, I’ll have to show them my feelings for you and just how amazing you are, Master."
"How?"
"Just like I said. Please follow my lead, Master."
Carla spoke with a confident expression and stood up.
She walked straight over to where Iris and Elisha were.
Carla gave the two tense women a noble smile, the likes of which I hadn't seen in a while.
"You saw, didn't you? Master likes it when I use my mouth like this before we start."
"……."
"……."
The two priests were frozen, not knowing how to react.
Carla reached out to them as if to shake hands.
"We might have been rivals in the past… but now we serve the same Master, don't we? Let’s get along, both of you."
"Y-Yes… I suppose it has come to this. I look forward to working with you as well."
"Ugh… I look forward to it too, Carla."
The two nodded and shook her hand in turn. But for some reason, Carla’s reaction turned a bit sharp.
"Carla? No, that’s not right, Elisha."
Carla didn't say much to Iris, but at Elisha’s words, one corner of her mouth curled into a smirk.
"It’s not 'Carla,' it’s 'Big Sister Carla.' You’re Master’s slave now too, aren't you? And a junior slave at that."
"…Are you saying I’m beneath you, Carla?"
Even in this situation, Elisha’s eyes flared with indignation as she shot back the question.
Carla chuckled and nodded at her.
"Of course. You’re younger than me, you’re still a lower mage, and now even our status as slaves is the same. Naturally, that puts you below me, doesn't it?"
"Carla, you really…!"
"Hmph! A virgin who hasn't even been fucked by Master yet should just keep her mouth shut!"
"I-Is that something to be proud of?!"
"Of course it is! It shows just how much Master dotes on me!"
Carla puffed out her chest, standing there completely naked.
The way her breasts swayed violently with even the slightest movement was quite a sight.
Iris, meanwhile, seemed more concerned about the sudden argument than Carla’s breasts, and she was flustered, caught between the two.
"Stop it, both of you. Didn't you just say you’d get along? …More importantly, what will the Master think when he sees this?"
"Ah…."
Carla turned toward me with stiff movements.
Perhaps it was because of all the time we’d spent skin-to-skin, but I could tell instinctively, even through a simple gaze.
This was the moment Carla wanted me to "follow her lead."
I put on my most ill-tempered expression and spoke.
"You’ve only done one blowjob, so what are you blabbering about? Is it important enough to keep me waiting?"
"N-No, Master! You told me to show these two their first night, right? I was just about to do that!"
Carla hurriedly leaned against a nearby wall and pushed her buttocks out.
It was much closer than the bed where we were originally going to do it… practically right next to Iris and Elisha.
Thanks to that, the two were about to witness our lovemaking even more vividly.
Was this what she intended?
There was no better way to achieve the "display" Carla had mentioned.
But I had an even better idea.
"Is that all you’ve got? If you’re going to show them, show them properly."
"Huh? How…?"
Carla tilted her head at my sudden ad-lib.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her right in front of Elisha.
"Iris. You sit here too. You don't need to kneel or hold your hands up like Elisha, just sit comfortably."
"I understand."
Though tilting her head in confusion, Iris sat down beside Elisha as instructed.
I grabbed one of Carla’s legs as she stood blankly in front of them and said, "Lift this leg."
"Yes."
"Higher."
"Like this?"
"Good. But you need to lift it higher."
"Even higher than this…?"
"Yeah. Higher. Until your whole body feels like a single straight line."
"Ah!"
Only then did Carla realize what pose I wanted, and she straightened the leg she had been awkwardly holding.
One leg on the floor, the other pointing toward the ceiling. And her pussy, fully exposed.
I didn't know if there was a name for this pose in this world… but on Earth, it was commonly called the I-Pose Balance.
While Iris and Elisha stared in horror at Carla’s pussy right before their eyes, I held Carla from behind to steady her, as she was wobbling while trying to maintain her balance.
As I did, my cock naturally began to rub against Carla’s labia.
"…Master, surely?"
"Yeah. Since we decided to show them, let’s do it right. I’m going in."
"W-Wait a moment! If you put it in now…!"
Squelch.
"Hiee!"
Carla’s hot vaginal walls clamped around my cock. I felt the tip of my glans hit her cervix.
Perhaps she had gotten excited while licking me earlier, as there was enough love fluid to make entry relatively easy.
The problem was what would happen when Carla’s "loser pussy" received such sudden stimulation.
Drip, drip, drip….
"Ah."
Carla’s love fluid began to rain down onto the faces of Iris and Elisha.
