Prologue: The Proper Way to Use an Onahole in a Dungeon
How the hell did things end up like this?
I'd successfully awakened my longed-for unique ability. I was living a daily life that others would envy—clearing dungeons and even entering the Tower. The awakener I'd imagined and dreamed of was someone who fought bloody battles on the frontlines of dungeons and the Tower to save people, then basked in wealth and glory back in reality, shaking off the fatigue of combat. Oh, and dating a girlfriend on the side, finally losing my virginity too.
I remembered reading an article about statistics showing that "awakener" was the number one most preferred boyfriend job among women.
But my life as an awakener was nothing like what I'd imagined. And I was still a virgin. At least, on paper.
-Hau♥ Virgin, ah♥ It won't go in anymore... Hii♥ I'm gonna burst...!
"It's fine, you won't burst. Even if you do, we can just repair you."
-~~♥ You little devil♥ Treating a woman like an onahole, you trash♥ ...Ah♥ Stop, ahng♥ I really can't, I was wrong. Heuuuk♥
"What are you babbling about? You are an onahole. Quit yapping and squeeze that pussy tighter. I'm about to cum."
Her long silver hair draped down as she was pinned in doggy style, her wrists gripped in my hands, moaning like a bitch in heat—this onahole had started talking back lately, like she was hitting some rebellious phase.
Wasn't this supposed to be some sacred relic only for virgins? I'd turned it into an onahole and been using it ever since, but she still showed signs of defiance. Time to retrain this bratty onahole again, I supposed.
These onaholes forget who their owner is if you don't discipline them regularly—they end up insulting you left and right. Well, considering her original personality, this was actually a lot tamer.
But cheeky was still cheeky.
"Your grip's not cutting it. Always making me get hands-on. Clench hard so no cum leaks out."
I released her wrists, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and her lower belly with the other. Her abdomen was already bulging from the loads of semen I'd dumped inside, where her womb should be.
I gauged the position of her womb based on the sensation at my cock's tip. Just to be safe, I pulled my hips back and slammed down hard, making sure I reached the end.
-Higiit♥
My cock pierced through her cervix and invaded deeper. Impossible for a human, but onaholes could handle it. Uterus penetration was onahole basics, after all.
Ignoring the onahole as she squirted and climaxed, I grabbed the womb bulging out against her belly from my cock's pressure.
-V-Virgin, I was wrong. Please, not that...♥
"Is that the face of an onahole begging me not to?"
Her eyes already sparkled with hearts, unable to hide her anticipation for the incoming discipline. I squeezed the hand gripping her womb hard.
Blrp- Blorp-
-Ugiiit♥ Nngoook...♥
"Onaholes are best in a vacuum, after all."
Her crushed womb clenched tight around my glans from the pressure. As my cock thrust in and out, the air trapped inside got squeezed out by my grip. True to onahole form, not a single drop of cum leaked—just the air escaped, staying perfectly sealed inside.
Some onaholes only revealed their true potential in a vacuum, and this one was one of them. The wrinkled walls of her vacuum-sealed womb, mixed with my cum, delivered exquisite pleasure unique to vacuum-type onaholes.
I yanked her hair to pull her head back, speaking clearly so the climaxing onahole could hear.
"If you'd clenched your pussy right, I wouldn't have to go this far. This is on you. Squeeze tight so no cum leaks. Consider it training."
-Y-Yes, nyehet♥
This perverted ex-sacred relic onahole—who'd been calling me "virgin" even impaled on my cock—finally switched to polite speech once her womb was crushed. Owner only when it suited her, huh.
"Don't spill a single drop. Or I'll push your turn back a full round."
Her reply came as a crushing squeeze from her cervix and pussy.
Truth be told, I wasn't as relaxed as I sounded. I was desperately holding back the urge to cum right then.
My onaholes grew by feeding on my semen. Even when they regained their original forms through growth, their essence remained onahole. With their sole purpose being to milk cum, the pleasure was overwhelmingly intense.
But as their master, how could I lose to onaholes I'd raised myself? I steeled my mind, kept my grip firm on her bulging lower belly, and rocked my hips.
-Hek♥ Hurgk♥ It's really gonna burst, Master♥ Master♥ Mas...♥ Oguk♥
I ignored the onahole as she hit consecutive orgasms, eyes rolling back, screaming my name, and kept pounding her pussy with my cock.
Her labia minora clung to my shaft so fiercely that every pull-out made them stick like lips on a mouth-pussy, their vivid pink exposed beyond the labia majora.
I responded in kind, pistoning furiously. Her womb's inner walls were all one big G-spot, so every thrust made her squirt like flipping a switch—but one spot was especially sensitive-packed. A G-spot of G-spots, you could say.
Just like the vaginal G-spot sat at a curve in the passage, her cervical G-spot was at a bend inside the womb: right near the fallopian tubes.
Onaholes couldn't get pregnant, obviously, but they still had ovaries. These ovaries had lost their original function and instead absorbed semen, converting it to energy that powered the onahole.
For an onahole that derived the most pleasure from my cum, what did those ovaries mean? I'd pondered it and formed a hypothesis.
Yeah—the ovaries that directly absorbed semen were the onahole's ultimate G-spot.
But the fallopian tubes were too narrow for my cock. Not that I planned to force it in. Semen, though?
To test my theory, I unleashed the ejaculation I'd been holding back.
"Cumming...!"
-...! Master, wait, that's the spot?! Oook♥
My glans tip battered the entrance to her fallopian tubes inside the womb, unleashing a torrent of semen. A single load was nearly a mugful, gushing through the narrow tubes with forceful pressure to strike her ovaries.
-Gak, ugrak♥ Ugihik♥ Kkuk, krrk...♥
Beast-like groans unfit for a womanly form escaped her as she convulsed wildly, limbs flailing—then her eyes rolled back fully, and she passed out.
Guess the pleasure was too much even for an onahole.
"Whew, felt damn good after a while."
After nearly a full minute of ejaculation, I pulled my cock free from her still-clenching cervix and labia minora with a pop. It emerged pristine and dry, not a trace of fluids.
"No matter how clean, cleanup's still needed."
I sat the passed-out, eyes-rolled-back onahole facing me, lifted her chin with my hand, and admired her face for a moment.
Her flowing silver hair matched silver eyebrows and lashes that seemed to glow. Her translucent skin emitted a faint holy light, reflecting off her silver body hair to create a mystical aura.
First time raising an ex-sacred relic onahole this far, so I'd been worried—but her grown form was prettier than expected. Perfect.
Prettier the face, the better it felt face-fucking her mouth-pussy.
I gripped her hair and pressed my cock to her lips. She sniffed it out instinctively, nostrils flaring, then parted her mouth-pussy and lolled out her long tongue invitingly.
No need to hesitate—I shoved my cock straight into her mouth-pussy.
Slurp- Slup-
Even unconscious, like a cleaning machine, the onahole fulfilled her role, her tongue scrubbing my shaft spotless. Her modified long tongue wrapped around it once, lips pursing tight as I skull-fucked her by the hair—she cleaned flawlessly regardless.
Her mouth-pussy mucosa secreted a sticky fluid that felt great on my cock but vaporized easily in the air.
An onahole with eyes squeezed shut, mindlessly cleaning my cock however I swung her head...
"Ah, was just gonna clean up."
Watching her beautiful face get defiled by my cock stirred fresh arousal. With her unconscious anyway, I decided not to hold back.
"Ngh."
To help the semiconscious onahole swallow, I rammed deep into her throat and unleashed. Her throat relaxed loose instead of tensing, letting me cum easily. Her long tongue aided by rippling along the underside, enhancing the pleasure.
Even my second load matched the first in volume. I dumped every drop into her mouth-pussy and pulled out—pristine again.
"Whew... Felt great, but... no way I can tackle the boss like this."
I pulled up my pants. Couldn't just leave the knocked-out onahole sprawled there, so I stored her in my inventory for now. I'd tidied the area, but this was still a dungeon.
Don't get the wrong idea. I was just using my onahole for combat enhancement. Not some lunatic jerking off in a dungeon.
Everyone does it on long raids, right? I just used high-class ones via my ability. Ones that even helped in battle.
...Yeah, I knew it. This wasn't normal.
But what could I do? This was my identity as an awakener.
How the hell did it come to this?
All because of my unique ability. The driving force that made me a powerful awakener—and the culprit that made it hard to even party with others.
Onahole Master (EX)