Dullahan Onahole, Jeanne (3)
‘Hnggh?!’ Thick semen surged out in heavy spurts from my cock buried deep in Jeanne’s throat.
Jeanne wanted to puke from the semen filling her mouth to the brim, but the first taste of a man’s seed she’d ever experienced was just too damn delicious.
Semen’s supposed to be fishy and gross, right? So why does it taste so good...? Ack! What the hell am I thinking right now?!
The flavor was worlds apart from what she’d only known from books, and for a split second, Jeanne greedily savored it before berating herself and desperately trying not to taste it anymore.
But she couldn’t spit out the cock thrusting deep into her throat. Han Yeoul’s semen gushed out relentlessly, absorbing rapidly through the mucous membranes of her throat pussy.
T-This can’t be helped. It’s not like I’m trying to taste it—it’s just this guy’s trick...!
Jeanne rationalized it to herself as she gradually surrendered to the ecstatic flavor. When was the last time she’d eaten something this good? Even back when her world teetered on the brink of destruction, operating as part of the last suicide squad, she’d had to survive on nothing but a single hunk of bread a day. And that bread was as hard and flavorless as a brick.
Compared to that, this guy’s semen—aside from the fact that it came from his dick—was smoother than fresh cream and nuttier than newly squeezed milk. No words in her language could fully capture the heavenly taste exploding across her entire mouth.
I just need to avoid giving him the reaction he wants. Might as well enjoy what I can while enduring this.
Without realizing it, Jeanne had compromised. Pretending to be unfazed, she had no idea Han Yeoul could read her every thought.
“Ptooey. That all you got? Pathetic as expected. Quantity like goblin piss, and the taste matches a trash heap like you.”
“Heh, funny.”
I’d already guessed what she was thinking, and her bluffing attitude cracked me up. Did she really think that was all my load? To spare her durability, I’d only released about 70% as straight semen—the rest converted to semen potions on the fly—and she hadn’t noticed.
Plus, from the way she unconsciously licked her lips in disappointment, she clearly loved the taste.
Still, that rebellious attitude’s kinda hot in its own way.
The captured female knight archetype never fails. And the process of breaking her with pleasure? Pure bliss.
I immediately used the semen she’d absorbed to evolve her to stage 2 onahole. Unlike with Brina, I had plenty to spare. Maxing out the growth time reduction, Jeanne completed her stage 2 evolution in seconds.
“Fellatio start paying off? Or is it the dullahan thing? Head’s growing first.”
The evolved stage 2 Jeanne had transformed into the head she used to carry around as a dullahan—now fully onahole-ified. Cleaner than before, the dull colors faded, making her look almost like a pale-skinned human at a glance.
“You bastard...!”
With her full facial features reformed alongside her head, Jeanne glared daggers at me the moment she saw me. Then she realized her body was gone, leaving just the head, and she screamed at me.
“What did you do to my body?!”
“She can talk too. Growth stages definitely vary by individual.”
Brina only got a head and speech at stage 3, while Slami gained intelligence progressively. Growing Onahole seemed to adapt to each entity’s unique traits.
“Don’t ignore me!!”
“Whoa, loud. Order: no yelling.”
“Like I’d obey your orders...? Guh?”
Rebellious was fine, but too noisy was a problem. Even with good hotel soundproofing, someone might hear and cause trouble. I invoked Onahole Absolute Dominion for the first time in a while, silencing her shouts. Her voice cut off mid-sentence as she muttered quietly.
“You trash... Dungeons popping up means your world’s under invasion too. Why the hell are you doing this filthy shit?”
“Filthy? I’m killing monsters with this. Treating me like a traitor pisses me off.”
Even as an onahole, getting branded humanity’s betrayer soured my mood. Jeanne gnashed her teeth and spat back as loudly as she could without yelling.
“You’re the one who’s filthy. What else do you call a guy fucking monsters?”
“That damn monster-fucking line again. How many times do I gotta say it? I don’t fuck monsters or anything. If I did, I’d have used you right after subduing you. I only fuck onaholes I make with my unique ability.”
“Fucking monsters fry your brain? Your excuses sound dumber than dirt. Or maybe you were always that stupid and that’s why you fuck monsters. That grotesque dick of yours must’ve warped from monster pussy.”
I shot back at Jeanne’s venomous tongue-lashing now that she had a mouth.
“Hah, traitor? If we’re talking traitors, you became a dullahan.”
“I didn’t choose to become...!”
“I didn’t choose this either. It’s just my unique ability. See.”
“What...”
I opened my status window and shared my unique ability—no, Unique Authority—letting her see it. Status windows could be projected into others’ vision if I wanted, and Jeanne recoiled in shock at what it displayed.
“A power like this actually exists...? And it’s a Unique Authority? This is...?”
Status windows didn’t lie except in rare cases, and Jeanne knew the Tower’s system well enough to recognize the truth. That made her despair even more. She really had become the sex toy onahole this guy described—a worthless existence.
“Just escaped necromantic control, only to get toyed with by another power... Is this my fate?”
“Better than dying, right?”
“I’d rather die. Don’t you have any respect for the dead?”
“I don’t touch fresh corpses. Who you calling a necrophiliac? But you weren’t just dead—you were undead. Half-alive with a soul and all.”
“Guh...!”
“You’re my onahole now. My personal living fleshlight.”
“Living fleshlight?! Don’t call me with that vulgar word!”
She accepted being an onahole but cringed at the term.
“You’ll taste my cock every day from now on. Better get used to it.”
“Grgh, shut up...! Unique authority or whatever, you’re still a massive pervert with insane libido!”
“Uh...”
I had no comeback for that. Even I wouldn’t fuck a monster-shaped onahole if there were safer options. And with just Jeanne’s head sitting there, ready for me to use, I couldn’t deny the pervert label.
“Hah, cat got your tongue? Unique abilities usually awaken based on one’s deepest desires. You must lust after monsters all the time to get a power like this! How obsessed do you have to be with monster pussy to reach authority level, you monster-fucker?!”
“Ugh...”
Unable to retort, I took her sharp barbs. I’d always wondered why my Unique Authority turned out this way, and her words hit a nerve. Maybe I really was a monster-fucker deep down, awakening this because of some twisted desire.
Bang—
“Listening to you two, this newbie’s way too rude to Master for a lowly onahole!”
Brina burst in, pointing furiously at Jeanne—clearly eavesdropping the whole time. Slami followed, turning her finger into a tentacle dripping aphrodisiac as she chimed in.
“Lame newbie overstepping~ Wanna taste aphro-slime~?”
“Eek...!”
Jeanne, who’d passed out from her first-ever aphrodisiac-induced orgasm thanks to Slami, flinched reflexively at the sight of the tentacle, the memory flooding back. Even as an onahole, that climax was burned deep into her brain.
“Hee~? Take this! Take this!”
“Ugh... S-Stop...!”
Seeing Jeanne’s reaction, Slami grinned mischievously and dangled the tentacle in front of her face, teasing relentlessly. Every time it swung close, Jeanne trembled, unable to hide her tentacle phobia.
“Scared of tentacles~? Loser~ Loser~”
“Guh...!”
Unaware of PTSD, Jeanne felt mortified at cowering from mere aphrodisiac-coated tentacles.
“Master, leave her to us from now on. We’ll drill into this arrogant newbie exactly what she is.”