Suspicious Eyes on the Beasts! (5)
“Kuh...! What the hell are you doing to Christy...!? Hurry up and bring her back...!”
“Haa... Hey. You'll find out if you just stay quiet, right?”
“She'll come back without a scratch, so shut up and sit tight, will you?”
Some time had passed since Christy entered the costume workshop with the divine beast. Doyle, surrounded by the Yin-su, was trembling but kept up his constant protests.
“...If something happens to my wife, even you—Lord and Saintess—won't be able to protect the divine beast...”
“Oh my? Wife? Hehe...♡ That's such wonderful news.”
“Shivering like that but still bluffing... Looks like you've got some connections you trust? Hehe...♡”
As the saintess said, Doyle's protests were nothing but pure bluff. He had some connections that might protect them eventually, but right now, in this very spot, he had no means to do so. His endless complaints were just a desperate appeal to make them think twice about the consequences of their worst impulses.
He tried to act as calm as possible to hide his weakness, but the women encircling him—without even tying him up—sneered as if they knew exactly what he was up to.
“Phew...♡ Looks like Master is just about fully fused now?”
“Yeah. The energy I'm sensing from him gets better every day.”
“Probably around the time Lianna became a Yin-su. Even if it's late, by the time we add one more...”
“Ahaha♡ I can't wait~♡ Our Master is finally...♡”
The women continued their cryptic conversation, puffing out cigarette smoke, as if they couldn't care less what Doyle did. Even with Christy held like a hostage, they acted utterly unconcerned about any counterattack from the unbound Doyle.
Seeing their defenselessness, Doyle pondered grabbing one for leverage in negotiations... but a chilling pressure pinned him down, forcing him to just shake his head and stare silently.
...What the hell are these women...?
They were dressed in such excessive exposure that any man would gawk and blush. From their sensual cigarette-smoking figures emanated a lewdness and obscenity that surpassed even high-class whores.
Because of that aura, despite the situation, Doyle felt arousal stirring—his cock twitching faintly in his lower body. But why?
Along with this unpleasant lust came a terror that he absolutely must not touch them. It was bewildering to feel desire for these women instead of Christy, but this sensation—like his throat would be slit the moment he exposed himself—what was it?
For the first time in his life, this mix of fear and lust made the obscene women before him feel like vibrant flowers laced with poison. Flowers so deadly that merely touching them meant death.
“...Ah. Looks like it's done♡”
The blonde saintess, eyes closed, turned toward the closed door as if on cue.
Doyle, dizzy from the thick cigarette smoke, followed her gaze to the inner door. As the saintess said, the “finished” divine beast emerged, flanked by women on both sides.
“...Huh?”
Seeing Christy finally appear, Doyle started to feel relief that it wasn't the worst-case scenario. But before the trembling could stop, he froze at the unbelievable sight.
“Ahn...♡ Sema...♡”
“Haa, uhn...♡”
“......Huh, wh-what? Huh? Uh...?”
The divine beast was naked, sporting something enormous from his lower body. Flanking him were women Doyle recognized. The redhead was Lianna, the one he'd been investigating on commission. And the brunette with glasses was... his wife and partner, Christy.
“Wh...? Ch, Chri... sty...?”
“...Ahaha...♡ Doyle...♡”
What the hell was he seeing right now?
The two women were naked, wearing only collars around their necks like strange decorations. The divine beast had them tucked under his arms, groping their breasts as he walked.
Christy not resisting his touch was shocking enough, but what stunned Doyle most was...
“Wh-what... What the hell is that, Christy!? Your belly!?”
The massively swollen bellies of the two women. Like full-term pregnant women, Lianna and Christy's stomachs bulged hugely.
If they'd been clothed, he might suspect they'd stuffed something in. But naked, beyond suspicion, Christy leaned on the divine beast, legs trembling as if too heavy to walk. And trickling down her legs—a yellowish fluid.
The moment Doyle saw the liquid leaking from Christy's pussy, dizziness hit him like vertigo, and he began to shake violently.
“Ahaha...♡ This?”
Christy smirked oddly, approaching Doyle with the divine beast and staring him down. A pungent mix of female and male musk wafted from her dripping pussy, assaulting his senses.
“It's just that my belly swelled up from Master's horse semen♡ Doyle♡”
Stroking her belly, she flaunted it at Doyle, who couldn't even stand.
Despite their long years together, this was a new expression on Christy. Doyle's face drained pale as he trembled.
“A-ah...? Wh-what are you...”
“Unh...♡ Don't get it? Even with the proof right here...♡”
Christy's smile mocked him as she giggled, pulling the divine beast she'd been leaning on into an embrace.
“While you were pathetically captured doing nothing, I went inside and had an adulterous fuck with Master♡”
Gazing at the beast's brutal muscular body like a lover, she caressed him. The divine beast smirked wickedly back, stroking her ass.
“Heh. Adultery expert detective. Your wife was pretty tasty. Decent pussy.”
“Ahn♡ Master♡”
“To expose others' affairs, you gotta satisfy your own wife first. Otherwise, she gets hooked like Christy here? Heh heh...”
“Ahahn♡ Hooked...♡ No female hates adultery that much can resist Master's horse dick♡”
In a coquettish whine, Christy's hand lovingly stroked the divine beast's massive something. Only then did Doyle realize it was the beast's cock.
A brutal thing utterly unlike his own in shape and size. Imagining Christy taking it, Doyle shuddered violently, breathing raggedly.
“Ha, ha...! Ch-Chris... ty...!? Why, you...!?”
“Unh~? Why?”
“Th-that much...! Huhk...! You hated adultery...!? D-did the divine beast... do something to you...!? Some weird spell right now...!!”
“Really, Doyle~♡ After seeing me, that's your deduction? Hehe...♡”
Christy staggered toward the chattering, incredulous Doyle. Still flushed with ecstasy, she gazed down at him blissfully. Lifting one leg to expose her pussy right in his face, Lizbet smirked and flicked her fingers to hold her steady.
“See, Doyle~? My pussy right after enjoying adulterous fucking with Master♡”
“Ah, aaah...!”
“Thanks to Master's horse dick—so different from your pathetic baby cock—just one fuck turned it like this? Heehee...♡”
“Th-that's...!!”
Christy's pussy leaked thick yellow horse semen in globs. It wasn't the pussy Doyle knew. Once tight and pristine even after sex, now it gaped, inner walls twitching visibly.
“I was so foolish♡ Thinking women who enjoy affairs were dirty, knowing only your pathetic baby cock♡”
“Hic, huhk...!”
“A baby cock that can't even reshape a woman's pussy can't make a female happy♡”
“Ah, h-heuk...!”
“Now I get Mom♡ Females who only know pathetic baby cocks can't resist real fucking once they know it♡”
“Heuk, uhheuk, ahheuk...!!”
“Women who enjoy adultery are just finding their happiness♡ Investigating affairs, blocking female happiness—that's practically a crime, I'm so ashamed♡”
“Uhk, h-heuk...!”
“Sorry for dragging you into that shameful work♡ Doyle♡ You're not needed anymore♡ Neither is that pathetic baby cock♡”
“Hic, h-heuk...! Ch-Chri, styyy...!”
Doyle convulsed wildly, hyperventilating in spasms. The overpowering beastly musk paled his face further.
“Miss Christy♡ How about letting your husband feel the gap with Sema?”
“Yes. Lady Lianna♡ A bit wasteful, but feeling it with his body is sure to convince him♡”
Lianna grinned happily; Christy nodded. Gone was her pre-workshop hostility—now her voice held reverent awe toward the Yin-su.
The instinctive submission livestock females owed Yin-su. Even to Lianna, not yet transformed, Christy smiled subserviently at trembling Doyle.
“Feel it good, Doyle♡ The difference in male quality between Master and you♡”
At the Yin-su's command, the livestock smiled at her former husband-male. Her smile twisted as a bestial moan erupted.
“Unhooooooh♡♡♡”
The monster's thick horse semen filling Christy's belly gushed out, smothering her ex-husband Doyle's breath with its jelly-like density.
An overwhelming qualitative gap as a male, unlike his own semen. Oxygen-starved, Doyle's body crumbled—male confidence shattered by the disparity.
“H-h...”
Etching Christy's ecstatic face—the first and last he'd see—Doyle blacked out.