If You Want Chicken, Work as a Slave

At the word chicken, Clara swallowed hard first. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as she recalled the savory aroma of fried chicken that had filled the cafeteria at lunchtime.

Even though she had devoured an entire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠convenience-store pepperoni pizza, her stomach—long tormented by hunger—was far from satisfied. The same was true for Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina.

Their eyes instantly reacted to the word, flooding with raw longing. Violet, turquoise, and deep blue gazes all turned toward Kael at once.

"If it's work as a slave… does that mean…?"

Clara was the first to catch on and act. Without hesitation, she lifted her black skirt with both hands. Her panties and undergarments had already been removed, so her pink pussy was completely exposed.

The moment the cool air brushed her sensitive flesh, her sky-blue eyes trembled slightly. Yet there was no shame on her face. A faint blush of embarrassment lingered, but the anticipation for chicken burned far stronger.

Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina followed her lead, hiking up their skirts. Black, blue, and white fabric rose one after another, revealing their pussies. The four noble girls’ pink folds glistened under the office lights of Professor Lucia’s study.

Having already signed the Slave Contract and accepted their lives as slaves, they stared at him with heated eyes, shamelessly displaying their most intimate places.

"No need to drag this out. Strip. All of you."

Kael commanded. The four girls moved instantly.

Clara peeled off her white long-sleeved blouse, revealing her full, heavy breasts. Rosalie removed her white short-sleeved blouse and black skirt. Amelia slipped out of her white camisole-style top and blue skirt. Katrina shed her green top and white skirt, letting them fall to the floor.

With soft rustling sounds, their clothes piled up in a heap. Now completely naked, the four bodies each displayed their own unique allure.

Clara’s balanced curves contrasted beautifully with her dark blonde hair. Rosalie’s slender waist stood out against her dark brown locks. Amelia’s voluptuous figure harmonized with her gray hair. Katrina’s toned, elastic body complemented her reddish-brown tresses. All four girls’ skin glowed like pure white jade.

"All four of you—hands on the desk, push your asses out."

Kael’s next order followed immediately.

"Yes, Master."

The four answered politely, addressing him as Master. They stepped to the desk at once, placed their hands on its surface, and bent at the waist. Their plump asses ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thrust backward, pussies fully on display.

It was a sight that proved just how absolute Kael’s power was inside Tartaros Academy, where modern food was the ultimate currency.

Kael approached slowly and stroked Clara’s ass. Her soft, firm flesh transmitted its warmth to his fingertips. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and spoke.

"What obedient little slave pussies. Excellent."

Clara’s sky-blue eyes quivered at his words, but she nodded.

"Yes, Master. Every single day… I will offer my pussy to you."

Starting with her, Rosalie, Amelia, and Katrina followed, speaking like proper slaves.

"Master, I will offer my pussy every day too."

"We will offer our pussies to you, Master."

"Please claim our virginities."

Their voices were thick with undeniable hunger. Kael nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. Then let’s begin."

Kael pulled out his rock-hard cock. His gaze settled first on Clara.

"Clara Bellian. You’re first."

He gripped her ass with both hands and gently licked her pussy, wetting the entrance with his tongue. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Her pink folds, already nicely slick, were ready to accept him. Kael thrust forward in one smooth motion.

Schlup—!

"Aaaah…! Master…! It hurts…!"

Clara’s sky-blue eyes shook with pain as a scream tore from her lips. Her hymen tore, and warm blood trickled down her thighs.

"Krrgh~ So tight and chewy?"

As Kael’s thick cock drove deep inside, her inner walls clamped down hard around him.

"Ugh…! Hnng…!"

Clara gripped the desk tightly, her body trembling. Her dark blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, damp with sweat. But Kael showed no mercy and began thrusting rapidly.

Schlup— Schlup—

His cock slammed violently into her depths. The tight squeeze of her walls created intense friction. The scorching heat of that friction shook her body from within.

"Ha… haaah…! Master…! Hnng… haaang!"

The initial pain of losing her virginity gradually faded. Clara’s moans began to carry the sweet tone of pleasure. Her pussy grew accustomed to his cock and squeezed him even more tenderly. Her sky-blue eyes grew hazy with ecstasy, tears welling up.

"Haaang…! It feels so good…! Master…! It’s getting better and better! Hnnng…! Chiiicken…!"

"Hnnng… aaang…!"

Unable ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to endure Kael’s relentless pounding, Clara eventually pressed her chest flat against the desk.

Due to time constraints, Kael couldn’t draw it out any longer. After about ten minutes, he could no longer hold back his climax.

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"Clara, I’m cumming inside!"

With that declaration, he unleashed thick, hot semen deep into her womb.

Spurt—!

"Haaang…! Inside… it’s so hot…! Master… hnng!"

Clara’s body shuddered violently as she reached orgasm. A mixture of semen and virgin blood flowed down her thighs. She collapsed onto the desk, panting heavily, lost in the afterglow.

Kael pulled his cock free from her pussy. It glistened with her love juices, blood, and his own cum. He caught his breath for a moment before turning his gaze to Rosalie.

"Rosalie, you’re next."

"Yes, Master…! I’m ready too…! Please claim my pussy quickly… and as a reward, please… give me chicken… I beg you…"

Rosalie pleaded, wiggling her ass enticingly. Kael let out a small chuckle at her blatant seduction. He grabbed her hips and aimed his cock at her entrance.

His shaft, still coated in Clara’s juices and blood, pressed against Rosalie’s pink folds. Her violet eyes trembled with a mix of tension and eager anticipation.

"Here I go!"

With his announcement, Kael thrust inside.

Schlup—

Rosalie’s hymen tore, and a scream burst from her lips.

"Kyaaah…! It hurts…!"

Her dark brown hair fell into disarray. Her body quickly became drenched in sweat.

Kael continued his fierce thrusting, driving deep into Rosalie’s tight passage with powerful friction.

Schlup—! Squelch—! Squelch—!

"Ha… haaang…! It feels so good…! So good…! Chicken…! I want chicken…!"

Once pleasure melted her mind, her honest desires spilled out freely. Kael smirked at her craving, gripped her ass firmly, and increased his pace.

After finishing inside Rosalie with a creampie, Kael withdrew. He decided to enjoy Amelia and Katrina a little differently.

"Amelia, lie down on the floor."

Still coated in the mixed fluids of Clara and Rosalie, Kael approached Amelia and gave the order. She immediately released the desk and lay flat on the bare floor. Her gray hair spread across the ground as her turquoise eyes burned with heated longing.

"Master… please conquer my pussy quickly…!"

Amelia spread her legs wide and even used her own hands to pull her pussy open, begging desperately. Kael climbed on top of her and aimed his cock at her entrance. The shaft covered in the previous girls’ juices and virgin blood began to push into Amelia’s pink folds.

Feeling Kael mount and penetrate her, Amelia closed her eyes.

Schlup—!

"Aaaahk…!"

The pain of being deflowered washed over her. Her hymen tore as well, and more virgin blood spilled onto the floor. Yet another trace of maiden blood now coated Kael’s cock.

After pounding Amelia vigorously and cumming inside her, Kael finally had Katrina lie down on the floor as well.

Her reddish-brown hair fanned out across the ground. He entered her pussy, tore through her hymen, and finished with another creampie before standing up.

"Hmm. About forty minutes of fun."

Kael caught his breath as he looked down at the four girls collapsed on the floor. All four lay sprawled out, leaking semen and blood. The thick white fluid dripping from their pussies soaked Professor Lucia’s office floor.

From their lips, the word chicken continued to spill out in dazed murmurs.