Chapter 122: Monster Girl Caution - Lamia, Shirasgal (1)
"Is this really okay...?"
I felt a twinge of unease, but I'd brought Hoah along just in case—she was waiting in the next room—and I'd fully charged the Body Checker with a mana stone, so there shouldn't be any major issues...
Still, I couldn't help but tense up.
After all, I'd heard all about their infamous reputation time and again.
But the booking was already confirmed, and if I bailed now, it'd leave a huge scratch on my perfect five-star rating.
"Ufufu, been waiting?"
A slippery, wet slithering sound reached my ears, followed by that voice.
I turned around to see a stunningly seductive woman wrapped in a long towel, her naked body barely concealed.
Well, stunning only from the top up.
Her fiery red hair cascaded down to her massive tits, which were partially hidden by those damp locks—a total bombshell beauty.
From a human guy's perspective, anyway. Her upper body was perfection, but below that... well, tastes vary.
Even the towel couldn't cover half of her lower half, which was far longer—a serpentine tail just like a snake's.
A lamia.
Part of the werebeast races, but in a way similar to satyros, one of the true "beastkin" species.
Shirasgal, one of today's clients who'd booked me, slithered toward me with those words.
"Ahh... so warm. Sorry, my body's a bit chilly, isn't it?"
She leaned against my shoulder with a soft slither, and I replied.
"Nah, it's perfect. I've always run hot anyway."
"Hee... yeah, I can tell...♡"
She gave a sly smile, her eyes flicking to my rock-hard, fully erect cock as she licked her lips.
With a soft schlick, her long, forked tongue darted out to wet her lips. Then she slowly reached down and gripped my cock.
"So hard and red... throbbing with heat...♡ Fufufu, you're this excited just from seeing my body...♡ You've got unique tastes...♡"
She murmured in ecstasy as she stroked my cock slowly.
"Looks like I don't even need to induce heat...♡ It's so scorching, it feels like it'll burn my palm...♡"
Squish. She pressed down, tugging my cock toward the base.
Grip. My compressed shaft swelled like it might burst.
"If I put this inside, my pussy would get scalded♡ No helping it...♡"
So, she said.
Her long tongue trailed up my earlobe as she whispered.
"This super-hot cock...♡ I'll cool it with my cold tongue...♡"
Slither. She coiled around my body like she was wrapping me up.
Squeeze, slither...
She wound her tail around me so tightly it felt excessive.
I'd heard plenty about the lamia's notoriety from Lilith, but even with my werewolf traits boosting my strength, Shirasgal's tail constriction made it hard to breathe.
No wonder lamias had such a bad rep.
Even among dispensers who took just about any client for the pay, they were top three on the "avoid if possible" list. That grip was no joke.
She was squeezing extra hard, probably thrilled by my raging erection. If it weren't me, even a sturdy orc might've had bones crack somewhere.
This was only the second time I'd been completely immobilized by a tail.
First was Yustitia the dragon, now Shirasgal.
Yustitia had only restrained me enough to keep me still, but Shirasgal wasn't holding back at all—felt even more oppressive.
Still, it wasn't more than I could handle.
"Haaa...♡ And... such an amazing scent..."
Shirasgal lowered herself in front of my cock, smacking her lips before her mouth gaped wide—schlurp.
I could see right inside.
Those prominently sharp fangs were likely the venom glands unique to lamia, producers of all sorts of "poisons."
From lethal toxins that could kill a normal human in seconds to aphrodisiacs that induced nonstop heat for 24 hours.
Lamia could generate any desired venom from their fangs—a racial trait.
Gulp. As I watched her swallow, Shirasgal smiled—ufufu—then extended her tongue with a schlick, wrapping it around my cock.
"Oh..."
"Ehe...♡ Feels good, right...♡"
Lamia resembled snakes so closely as a species.
And humans like me, tormented by snakes for eons, had an instinctive revulsion—but that vanished the moment her forked tongue coiled around my cock from different angles.
Her slightly cool tongue—lamia body temp ran a bit lower than humans—gave a chilling thrill as it enveloped me.
She was a pro, no doubt, with tons of dispenser experience. Her tongue slid up and down—schlick, schlick—sending waves of intense pleasure.
"I'll... make you... melt with pleasure...♡"
Schlurp, slurp...♡
I had no idea what she was saying, but she licked and stroked every inch, drenching my cock in saliva.
Her cool, thorough tongue-job covered every nook and cranny, erasing any bad preconceptions about a lamia's forked tongue.
It was just a fucking amazing tongue now—my view of lamia tongues was getting rewritten.
"Whew..."
Yeah, their notoriety was real, but I got why dispensers kept lining up for them anyway.
Schlick, schlick.
Her tongue wrapped around from the base to the frenulum, circling multiple times—pure bliss.
My cock had been tempered by Lilith's, Hoaran's, and now Yustitia's insane blowjobs every couple days under the guise of "dressing ingredients," so it held out.
But Shirasgal's tongue work was no slouch—it twitched, leaking precum.
"Hng...♡"
She smirked at the sight, then unwrapped her tongue, lapping up the precum from my tip.
"...You know? You're the first male to last against my tongue...♡"
"It's damn good, yeah. But no one's ever lasted? Gotta be kidding. It's not that level."
"Hmng...? So confident... Should I suck till you cry and beg me to stop...?"
Her pride stung, she bared her fangs in a smile.
No, for real.
Her tongue blowjob was good.
Just not god-tier.
Not like Lilith's no-holds-barred queenly suction, Hoaran's precise weak-spot targeting, or Yustitia's rapid ascent chasing them.
Plus Ariadd's nectar-fed tentacle jobs, Sati's, and others—not top-ranked.
Sorry to compare to a succubus queen like Lilith, unrivaled in sex, but even accounting for that, it wasn't top five among the mouths my cock had known.
(Though one wasn't a mouth proper.)
Still beat Eileya noona's, at least.
Her pussy gripped like a vice, but sucking? Meh.
Just stating facts, but Shirasgal looked pissed. I'd unintentionally provoked her—but that was the plan anyway. I twitched my cock, which had only leaked a bit of precum, no ejaculation in sight.
"Then bring it on."
Staring at my cock bobbing in front of her lips, she looked speechless for a sec, then chuckled.
"...You're awfully cocky...♡ But I like it...♡ I love watching males like you cry and cum...♡"
Talk about killer tastes.
If Shirasgal was average for lamia personality-wise, no wonder dispensers trashed their rep and Lilith called them "fucking snake bitches."
But.
"Me too. Love seeing bitches cry and moan with my cock buried in their pussies. Guess our tastes match?"
Truth was, I didn't particularly love it.
Hot as hell, sure, but if I had to say? Probably not.
But she provoked me, so I fired back.
"...Sounds fun. Wanna bet? If I win..."
"Free service today. If I win?"
"Won't happen, but..."
That should've stroked her ego enough.
Getting lip from a human she saw as cockbait? She'd want to put me in my place.
That was why I'd picked the most notorious lamia around.
Bite me.
"I'll give you... my fangs...♡"
She bit.
"Fangs?"
I tilted my head innocently, and she smiled seductively.
"Yeah, fangs... Lamia only produce them once in a lifetime...♡"
I knew.
Their venom-spitting fangs grew only once.
Offering them meant lifelong submission—like pledging your life.
Not literally pulling them out, but symbolically.
Often used as proposals when finding a lifelong mate.
Though Shirasgal wasn't proposing, obviously.
"How's that...? If you win, a superior species lamia like me—untouchable by lowly humans—becomes yours to command...♡ Whenever you call, I'll slither over, kiss your cock with my lips, suck it devotedly... And spread my pussy anytime you want... A slave like that... Tempting, right...?"
Of course she'd say that—this racist bitch had been provoking me.
Humans were cockbait? Fair enough, and yeah, most humans sucked except a few standouts. But the World Government's flag was equality.
I could self-deprecate as a human, but other races calling themselves superior? Pure fucking bullshit.
"Hee... sounds good to me?"
That pissed me off too.
My provocation had worked, but any hesitation about going this far with the bitch vanished.
"Fine. You won't win anyway...♡"
She chuckled, coiling tighter around me.
I smiled down at her and placed my hand on her head.
"Huh...?"
Then pressed.
"Mmph?!"
Suddenly forced down, she swallowed my cock whole and squirmed, but it was futile.
Lamia were stronger than humans, but not werewolf-level. I'd pre-activated my werewolf traits, plus Hoah's shamanic hardening buff for extra physical boost.
Her tail squeezed hard—schluuurk—but only made me sore, nothing more.
"It's a bet, right, customer? Go on, suck till I cry and beg."
She looked up, stunned that a human overpowered her, and I grinned.
"Or should I move? Customer? Doesn't matter to me."