Dullahan Onahole, Jeanne (4)
Brina said that as she lifted Jeanne's head, which had been getting teased by Slami.
"Ugh...! You're that goblin from back then...!"
"First lesson. Repeat after me: I will never act arrogantly toward Master again."
Unlike when she looked at Yeoul, Brina gazed down at Jeanne with a cold expression.
At Brina's words, Jeanne naturally snorted in derision and mocked her.
"You think I'd say something like that? Like master, like servant—they say. You're just as messed up in the head. Well, I knew it from the moment you were sucking that monster's dick in the dungeon... Gahk?!"
Before Jeanne could finish her snide remark, Brina—the one holding her head—slapped her cheek hard.
"Is your brain so addled with just a head left? Repeat after me: I will never act arrogantly toward Master again."
"You think I'll submit to violence like...!"
Slap!
"Again."
"I'd die before I say...!"
Slap!
"Again."
"Get lost."
"Again."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"......Looks like violence is the only thing you know."
Despite the relentless abuse, Jeanne refused to repeat Brina's words. If anything, she mocked and provoked her even more.
What Jeanne truly feared wasn't the pain she'd endured to the point of numbness—it was the irresistible, sweet pleasure she couldn't refuse.
"You've got some spirit. No choice, then—Slami."
"I've been waiting for this~"
Realizing pain alone wouldn't break her, Brina called in Slami.
As Slami approached, wriggling her tentacles, Jeanne's eyes began to tremble faintly.
"Hah, no matter how much you threaten me with that...!"
"Ebi~"
"Eek...!"
Jeanne tried to play it cool, but the moment the tentacle loomed in front of her face, it was like flipping a panic switch—she let out a shrill scream and squeezed her eyes shut on reflex.
"Ugh, uuuugh...!"
"What a wimp~ Scared of tentacles? Totally disqualified as a knight! Even Master's raw cock seems too good for you~"
"S-stop...!"
"Don't wanna~?"
"Slami, that's enough."
"Hing."
Whatever training Slami had undergone, she obediently backed off at Brina's command.
"Ready to say it now?"
"Kuh..."
Jeanne wavered at Brina's words.
'I will never act arrogantly toward Master again.' It was far too humiliating to utter aloud.
He might control her body as an onahole, but she had no intention of letting him conquer her mind.
"Haloo~"
But just seeing Slami staring at her like a cat eyeing a mouse, tentacles waving, made her body stiffen and her thoughts grind to a halt.
Slami's aphrodisiac tentacles—her final memory before becoming an onahole, the greatest trauma etched into her—were even more terrifying than Jeanne realized.
'...It's just empty words anyway.'
In the end, Jeanne made her choice.
"I'll... say it..."
At her feeble response, Brina finally curved her lips into a smile.
"Good. Now repeat after me: I will never act arrogantly toward Master again."
Even after deciding to comply, the words stuck in her throat.
The moment Slami took another step forward, Jeanne trembled with shame and parroted Brina.
"I-I will never act... arrogantly toward Master again. Kuh...!"
"Well done. Here's your reward."
Brina praised her and shoved a semen potion into Jeanne's mouth.
"Mmph...?!"
Jeanne tried to spit out the sudden intruder, but the moment the semen potion touched her tongue, the condom shell melted away, flooding her mouth with its flavor.
The semen swirled around her mouth before being absorbed through the mucous membranes in an instant.
'Hate to admit it, but the taste is insanely good.'
It was so ecstatic she momentarily forgot her predicament.
"Second lesson. No need to repeat this one—just remember it. I'm Master's first onahole, Slami's second, and you're third."
'Is that really worth mentioning right now...?'
To Jeanne, it just looked like slaves bragging about whose chains were thicker, but Brina was so earnest she nodded along.
"Good. As long as you don't act arrogant toward Master, we can teach you the rest slowly. Shall we move on to practice?"
"Practice?"
"Naturally—practice on how to serve Master. Jeanne, with just your head, the only thing you can use is your throat pussy."
"Throat pussy...?"
Ignoring Jeanne's grimace at the vulgar term, Brina carried her head over to Yeoul.
"I'll explain everything step by step from the side, so just focus on learning."
"Oh, does that mean the waiting's over?"
Yeoul stepped forward, cock throbbing, until it was right in front of Jeanne's nose.
Unlike stage 1, where she only had a mouth, now with full facial features, Jeanne could see his cock vividly up close. She cried out in horror.
"W-wait! Do I really have to play onahole too? I'm a knight! Just give my body back, and I can prove my worth in battle!"
"Jeanne, you're still badly mistaken. You're no longer a knight or a dullahan. Your strength is secondary. The most important thing—the only thing—is serving Master. Slami!"
"Okaay~ Ei!"
At Brina's call, Slami thrust a tentacle dripping with aphrodisiac fluid straight into Jeanne's mouth.
"Guhk?! What are you—?! Hnngh...!?"
"Looks like there's still some defiance left, so we have no choice but to force it. Be grateful Master finds your rebellious attitude appealing."
As the aphrodisiac took hold—Jeanne's eyes glazing over, breath quickening—Brina nodded and began the practice.
"First, seduce Master into wanting to use your throat pussy. Luckily, he seems to like your face, so this part should be easy."
"So I just... stay like this?"
"Yes. If Master gets in the mood looking at you, he'll use you whenever."
Yeoul crossed his arms, cock erect, and stared at Jeanne.
'My body's... burning! My mouth itches. Was my mouth always this empty?'
Drugged with aphrodisiac, Jeanne panted, half-lidded eyes fixed ahead.
Her forcibly fixed gaze was filled only with Yeoul's manhood.
Veins bulging grotesquely, its monstrous size pulsed with heat she could feel even from a distance on her skin.
'And the smell's awful.'
Her reawakened sense of smell was overwhelmed by the musky stench of pure male.
It was hideous no matter how she looked at it.
'Awful... so why does it smell so delicious?'
Having tasted semen already, even that thick odor struck her as appetizing.
Recalling the flavor, her mouth automatically secreted lubricant like drool.
"Haa..."
Head only or not, heat rising from deep in her throat made Jeanne sigh, gazing longingly at Yeoul's cock with a pitiful expression.
'Truth be told, even when he forced it on me... it felt pretty damn good.'
Her body, transformed into an onahole by his authority, thrilled at being used by him.
There was no denying the pleasure his actions brought.
But her knightly pride and ego wouldn't let her show it.
"Not being honest, huh? This won't do. Let's start by telling you all the good things about Master's cock."
At Jeanne's lukewarm reaction from the get-go, Brina forcibly rubbed Yeoul's cock against her lips.
"Guh!"
Jeanne clenched her teeth to block the invading cock.
Now at stage 2 with hardened teeth, they resisted even forceful pressure, barring entry.
"Still resisting? But Master seems to like it."
"The cheek lining and those bumpy teeth rubbing against my cock feel pretty nice too."
As he said, Yeoul's cock—unable to pass her teeth—slid along them into the gap between her cheek and molars, grinding there.
"Ah, love that face too. That humiliated look. This is the classic for raping a knight."
At Yeoul's approval, Brina eyed Jeanne in surprise.
"I thought you were just resisting, but are you doing it on purpose?"
No! I have zero intention of sucking this filthy thing! Jeanne screamed telepathically, terrified that opening her mouth would let it slide right in.
"Even unintentionally matching Master's tastes... You've got more onahole talent than you think?"
Say what you want—I'll never willingly swallow his cock.
She snapped back sharply at Brina's admiring gaze, but inwardly, she was desperate.
Damn! One slip, and I'll be overwhelmed by the urge to suck it.
She gritted her teeth to keep it out, but her onahole body kept urging her to shove it deep inside.
Her instincts screamed that taking it to the hilt would feel incredible, constantly testing her will.
Her mouth felt so painfully empty. It'd be perfect if that cock filled it completely—every moment was a battle.
"Mm, still not quite enough. Only the tip's even touching."
The friction between her teeth and cool cheeks felt good, but not enough to make him cum.
He needed to bury it to the root for real relief.
At Yeoul's words, Brina finally gave up and pulled Jeanne's head back.
"Ptoo!"
The instant his cock left her mouth, Jeanne spat at Yeoul.
Brina blocked it with her hand just in time, frowning.
"Holding out to the bitter end."
Unable to fathom Jeanne's uncooperative refusal to open up, Brina asked,
"Why keep rejecting it? You know it too—accepting Master's cock is our greatest joy as onaholes."
"Hmph. You think I'll let mere physical pleasure corrupt my mind and drown me in lust?"
She'd grudgingly accept the pleasure her onahole body gave, but she had no intention of fawning over him for it.
Brina and Slami—begging to be treated worse than sex slaves without any pride—baffled her even more.
"Don't you two have any self-respect?"
"I don't really care about anything except being used as Master's onahole."
"I'm a wimp, but he gives yummy semen and makes me feel good, so I like it~ Hurry and give me semen~ You lame Master~"
At their responses, Jeanne's head throbbed.
They're insane. Will I end up like that too...? No, I'm different from these simple monsters. I won't yield to base animal lust.
The goblins and slimes Jeanne knew were instinct-driven beasts, no better than monsters.
His authority might have given them human forms and speech, but they were still creatures ruled more by instinct than reason.
Like beasts tamed by food, those two onaholes might have submitted easily to his pleasure, but she wouldn't be broken.
"No intention of serving with your throat pussy?"
"My mouth isn't a pussy. It's for talking."
Brina furrowed her brows as if she'd heard something she shouldn't have.
"You don't even know that basic fact? Your mouth is a pussy. Lips, tongue, throat—all exist to pleasure Master's cock."
"...Talking more about this will just make me seem crazy."
Jeanne gave up on rational conversation with someone whose common sense was so alien.