Chapter 60: The Disciplinary Committee is Not the Onahole Club! (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 60: The Disciplinary Committee is Not the Onahole Club! (3)[R-18]
“I-I’ll... I’ll get a... t-tattoo... on my... body... hic... As proof that... Laplace Mapleflower... is Master Ian’s onahole... I’ll carve a... p-permanent tattoo... into my uterus... hic... So... please... just be satisfied with me... waaaaah...”
If I were a real ‘Blonde Big-Dick Thug,’ I would’ve pretended to accept her proposal, carved a uterus tattoo into Laplace, and then committed the ultimate trashy act of devouring the rest of the Disciplinary Committee members too.
Laplace was likely aiming for exactly that when she said those words.
“....”
Unfortunately for Laplace, however, I wasn't a piece of trash.
I was merely acting for the sake of saving the world; in reality, I was just a perfectly normal academy student with very healthy romantic views.
Of course, carving a ‘permanent proof of submission’ into a beautiful girl’s body was a perfectly normal fetish that would turn any man on, even if he wasn't a ‘Blonde Big-Dick Thug.’
But...
What would happen if I actually carved a uterus tattoo into Laplace just because I was horny?
‘Obviously, my life would be over.’
Even at the Marigold estate, there were servants who assisted Evelyn with her baths.
As an Imperial Princess, Laplace had undoubtedly lived her entire life being attended to during her baths.
But then, one day, she suddenly starts bathing alone without any servants just to hide a uterus tattoo?
Rumors would inevitably spread, and eventually, the reason would be discovered.
And when it came to light that Laplace had a uterus tattoo because of me?
It would be the death penalty, at the very least.
‘...So, I’ll put that on hold for now.’
Unless I somehow gained ‘absolute power’ for some reason, I couldn't do it.
It was a shame, but as I was now, I couldn't go around carving uterus tattoos into Her Imperial Highness.
“Ha... stop stalling for time with that retarded bullshit and just clean my cock.”
“...A-ah! Aaaah! Hic! N-no!! Please! Master Ian! I beg of you... hic! If... if a uterus tattoo isn't enough... then on my back too!! I-I’ll even carve... an Inhuman Rights Waiver! S-so! Please! At least spare the members...! Waaaaah!”
Laplace pleaded desperately, slamming her head against the floor over and over again.
Sizzle—! Crackle!
She was so convincing that even I would have believed she was sincere if her Halo hadn't been flickering.
...No, Laplace probably was being sincere.
‘Wow, she’s even throwing an Inhuman Rights Waiver into the mix now?’
Fetish: ...Inhuman Rights Waiver LV MAX...
It was just that her sincerity wasn't about worrying for the ‘Disciplinary Committee members,’ but rather about fulfilling her own ‘fetish.’
“...I’m telling you for the last time. Shut up and just clean it.”
“P-please! Hic! Ugh! Please! Have... mercy! Hic! Master Ian...! Please... show me mercy... I’ll do anything! Waaaah... Just please... don't touch the members...!”
“Ha...”
Laplace didn't back down easily, seemingly determined to turn the ‘Disciplinary Committee’ into an ‘Onahole Club’ and get that ‘uterus tattoo’ no matter what.
‘...But I can’t give in!’
If I folded here, I really would be saying goodbye to my life.
THWACK—!!
“Fuck! I told you to clean my cock!! You onahole bitch!”
“—K-keff!! Hic!!”
“Why? You think you won't be my property without a uterus tattoo? Don't give me that shit! Whether you have a tattoo or not, you’re my onahole for life!”
Thud—! Smack—! Thwack!
“Ke-heck!! ...Ugh!! ...Hic! I-it hurts! Hic!!...”
“Whether I break this onahole!! Or destroy it!! That’s all for me to decide!! An onahole can’t even die if it wants to without its Master’s command! Do you understand?!”
“...Hic..! He..! Ugh!.. Hic!... Y-yes! Ye-hes! ...Gasp!.. I-I’m sorry!! ...Hic! ...Master Ian! ...Everything!... Master Ian decides everything!... Hic!”
When Laplace lifted her head again, blood was trickling from her nose.
I hadn't done it on purpose; it seemed I’d misaimed because she moved while I was hitting her.
“Hic... hic!... Aaaah!... The n-nosebleed... hic... ugh... it won't stop!... Waaaaah... hic... haaa... hic...!”
Laplace sobbed even more piteously as she wiped the blood with both hands, but for me, this was actually a good situation.
Laplace seemed flustered by the blood, and she had at least agreed to the fact that ‘she couldn't even die without her Master’s command.’
Of course, this alone wouldn't be enough to suppress Laplace’s ‘Destructive Desire,’ but small things build up to create big results.
“Ha... stop crying and hurry up and clean my cock.”
“H-hic...! Y-yes! Ye-hes! Hic! ...Hic... This onahole bitch... hic... will clean Master Ian’s... c-cock...!”
Mwah—
The ‘Whip of Love’ had certainly been effective, as Laplace didn't forget the kiss this time.
“Slurp!... Mmmph!... Gulp!... Nngh!... Mmm!... Slurp... ha...!”
From the ridge behind the glans all the way down to the testicles.
Even while sobbing, Laplace diligently cleaned off the semen stuck to my cock.
‘...This is bad.’
I had intended to just let her clean it and be done with it, but thanks to Laplace’s drug-like tongue movements, I didn't think I could leave without blowing a load.
‘What’s the time?’
I checked the clock; there were only 15 minutes of lunch break left.
It was far too little time for a full session of sex.
‘...It can’t be helped.’
If there were enough time, I would have relieved my desire through sex with Laplace, but...
It looked like I’d have to use ‘that method’ for now.
“Onahole. Stop cleaning and finger your pussy while smelling my cock.”
“Hic...! ...Ah... hic...! ...Yes! Sniff... ugh!! Sniff!”
Squish— Squish—
Laplace began to slowly touch her pussy while taking in the scent of my cock.
“Does it feel good, fingering your pussy while smelling your Master’s cock?”
“Hic!... Hic!.. Ha... nngh!.... Y-yes! I-it... feels good!... Ahn...!”
“Ha, right. A masochistic bitch like you who gets off on being beaten deserves to just finger her pussy like that.”
“...Hic!... Yes!... Ha... heee... Y-you’re right!... Thank you... for letting... this onahole... f-finger her pussy!... Hic...!!”
“Yeah, what would you have done if your Master hadn't raped you? You would’ve spent your whole life under the delusion that you were a human being, despite being an onahole.”
“Ugh!!..! Ye-hes!!... Hic..!!.. Y-you’re right!!!... Th-thank you!... For raping... this arrogant... female!... For m-making me... into an onahole!... Th-thank you!!... Hic!!”
“Hey, your left hand is idle. Pull on your nipples too.”
“Hah..! ..Yes!..... Sniff!!.. I’m... pulling... my nipples!.. Nngh!”
“Yeah, like that. Keep reporting while you masturbate.”
“...Ha... heee!!.... Ye-hes!...!.. Master Ian!! I’m... smelling... your cock!!.. Hic!!.. While f-fingering... my pussy..!.. I’m doing it!!.. Hah!.. So much... pussy juice... is coming out!!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Listening to Laplace’s lewd masturbation report, I began to rub my cock as well.
The absolute level of pleasure was obviously much higher with sex, but as I said, there wasn't enough time for that.
However...
[1 minute 15 seconds]
That was the record for the fastest ejaculation set by my ‘right hand,’ which had been with me my whole life.
Of course, that was a record set after holding back all day + using my most treasured secret fapping material...
“Remember the smell of your Master’s cock clearly.”
“Hic!... Heh... haaa...! Y-yes! Ye-hes!.. I’m... smelling... your cock!.. diligently!!.... Nngh!.... I’ll r-remember it!..! Nngh... oh!...!! The... smell... is so... th-thick!... Hic... ugh!... Oh!.. oh!!..”
But right now, the ‘ultimate fapping material,’ incomparable to anything else, was right before my eyes.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Ha.. hic...! ...I-it feels... s-so good!.. Master Ian!.. Smelling... your cock!.. Sniff..!! While... f-fingering... my pussy!.. Squish... squish... it feels... so good... ah!!”
“Urgh!”
Grip—! Squeeze—!
With hand movements tempered by 8WanksADay combined with the material that was Laplace, I could feel the semen rising in less than three minutes since I started.
“...Get on all fours and lift your ass.”
“Heee... hic!...! Haa!.. Heh!.. Y-yes! Ye-hes....!”
Laplace pressed her head to the floor and raised her hips high, putting her pussy in the perfect position to be thrust into.
“Hic!... Hah!... Oh!.. Master Ian!... I’m... masturbating... hic!... while showing you... my pussy!!.. Haa... haaa!!.. It feels... s-so good!!.. My hand... won't stop!.. Hic!!”
Laplace didn't stop her hand even in that difficult position, as if she were close to climaxing herself.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
After continuing to masturbate for a moment in that state...
PLOW—!!
I suddenly drove my cock all the way to the root into Laplace’s pussy.
“──Kyah-hooooh!?!!♥♥”
Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
I hammered my hips as if I were using Laplace’s pussy as a piece of tissue to catch my cum.
“Hi-eee!♥... Hic!.. Hiccc!... W-wait!!♥... Ky-aaaah!...!.. Master Ian!!.. Hah!♥.. It’s... too... r-rough... ngh!?!.. Oh!!♥... I’m being... crushed!!..♥... My p-pussy!!.. It’s being crushed!!♥”
Laplace screamed at the crushing movements, but I didn't have the luxury to care.
If I showed even a little bit of consideration, I would end up having actual sex with Laplace instead of just ‘processing’ my lust like she was an onahole.
Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!
“Nngh-hic!..♥. Ugh!.... Th-this..!♥ This angle... hah!...♥ N-no!!.. Hic!..♥ Your cock... s-so deep!!..♥. Aaaah!!.. The inside!!.♥.. Hic!!.. It’s being... stabbed!!..♥ Ah.. hic!♥... Ahn,.!.. I-it’s scary!... I hate it!... Hah... ohhh!..♥. Oh!..! I’m... g-going!...♥ I’m cumming!!.,.. My pussy!!.. Aaaaaah!!♥”
—Splurt! Swishhh!!!
“Urgh!!”
Unlike usual, I poured my semen deep into Laplace’s uterus without even telling her I was ejaculating.
“Nngh-ohhh-ghhh!!♥♥♥”
Laplace’s pussy seemed startled by the sudden ejaculation as well; only after I’d already unloaded half of it did it belatedly begin to spasm and squeeze my cock.
Squelch—! Pshhhhh—!
“♥♥♥!!”
A moment later, when I pulled my cock out, Laplace collapsed onto the floor, twitching as she sprayed her own fluids.
“What are you doing? If your Master has ejaculated, you should hurry up and clean it.”
“...Oh... ock♥... Hic♥... Y-yes! Ye-hes...♥..... Haa!.... I’ll... clean... your cock.. haaa.. Slurp—♥”
Laplace crawled over unsteadily and kissed my cock, preparing to start cleaning, but...
Slap—!!
“I teach you one thing and you forget another? Where’s your thank you?”
“Ah!... Ugh!♥... Ye-hes!... I-I’m... sorry...♥ Hic..”
Laplace spoke with an expression that made it impossible to tell if she was crying or smiling after being slapped.
“...Th-thank you...♥ for cumming... your s-semen... into this onahole’s...♥ pussy... Master Ian♥”