The Bet (5)
“Huh? What’s that? How long have you been standing there?”
The gurgling rumble from her stomach had been so loud that even Han Yeoul, fully engrossed in using Brina, couldn’t help but notice Jeanne’s presence. As he turned toward her, his cock—still slick from plunging into Brina’s mouth moments ago—came into plain view.
“Eek...!”
The instant she laid eyes on it, Jeanne’s mouth watered uncontrollably, a ravenous hunger surging through her. She stumbled back a step.
“What’s your deal? Oh, sorry. I was just using my onahole.”
Realizing he was still exposed, Yeoul blinked in mild embarrassment and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Ah...”
Jeanne, who had unwittingly parted her lips in disappointment as it vanished, hesitated at his words.
“Were you about to eat? I heard you were pretty hungry earlier. Should I tell Brina to whip up more food?”
“Heh...”
Yeoul gestured toward Brina, who lay there basking in the afterglow, her belly swollen full of his semen as she absorbed it.
Unable to admit that the semen scent had set off her stomach growling, Jeanne played it off like she’d just come out for a regular meal.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll handle my own food. More importantly, try to keep it to your room next time. It’s too damn noisy—I can’t sleep.”
“Ah~ sorry, sorry. I was gonna do it in my room, but Brina was doing the dishes in that naked apron, and I just... lost control...”
“I don’t need the details. Just get back to your room already.”
“Got it~ Got it~ Brina, snap out of it.”
“Heh...? Oh, Master. I lost myself again.”
At Yeoul’s nudge, Brina quickly came to her senses, clutching her jiggling belly as she struggled to her feet.
“Did I cum too much? Want me to extract some as semen potions?”
“Yes, please. I still have some housework left...”
“I’ll take just enough.”
◈ Extract semen from onahole's stomach into potion form.
◈ Cost: 0 Onahole Points (internal processing)
Yeoul placed a hand on Brina’s belly and used the Onahole Point Shop to convert it into semen potions until her stomach was only mildly bloated. All the finished potions went straight into the fridge.
“They won’t spoil at room temp, but better safe than sorry. Snack on ‘em or whatever. Slami! Don’t eat too much.”
“Hiiing... Stupid Master! Gimme semen too!”
Yeoul blocked Slami, who had sneaked up to snag a potion, with a sigh. He hoisted her up.
“Sigh, fine. I used Brina once, so I guess you get a turn too.”
“Ooh~ Semen~ Semen~”
Thrilled at the prospect of being used as an onahole, Slami bounced excitedly as Yeoul carried her into his room.
Now free of her overfull state, Brina turned to Jeanne. “I heard you were hungry. If leftovers are okay, shall I heat some up for you?”
“Ah, yes. That’d be appreciated.”
“Please wait a moment. I’ll have it ready soon.”
Struck by genuine, overwhelming hunger, Jeanne polished off the meal Brina prepared and retreated to her room.
“This is driving me mad...”
Hunched on her bed, Jeanne clawed at her messy hair.
Grrrgle—
Even after devouring everything Brina had served, the hunger lingered. No—it was worsening. It had all started after catching that whiff of semen.
Since inhaling that scent, an unbearable emptiness gnawed at her. Her onahole instincts whispered seductively.
You know it deep down, right? How delicious semen is. Those foods you just ate? They’re nothing compared to it—you know that better than anyone.
“No.”
Deny it all you want. You’ve already tasted it. Remember.
“Ugh...”
The more she resisted, the sharper the memory grew, that flavor dancing on her tongue. The fresh, thick semen scent from moments ago made it all too vivid, dragging her back to that day.
“Still... I don’t want it...”
So stubborn. This hunger won’t fade without semen. Like it or not, that’s how it is. It’s your onahole instinct.
“That’s...”
As the whispers tempted her, Jeanne’s mind flashed to the semen potions Yeoul had stashed in the fridge. That would sate her.
“......The bet was about craving his cock, right? I don’t want his dick—I just want the semen...”
Hmm~? Is that so?
“Shut up...! I have no choice...”
Grrrgle—
“Ugh...”
Locked in battle with her hunger and instincts, Jeanne waited in her room until Yeoul and the other onaholes had fallen asleep.
......
“Are they asleep...?”
Well past midnight. Extending her senses, she detected no movement—just steady breathing. Jeanne quietly slipped out into the living room.
“Just one...”
Taking too many would give her away, so she grabbed a single semen potion from the fridge and hurried back.
“I’d have to get used to his semen anyway if I win the bet...”
With that justification, Jeanne popped the potion into her mouth whole.
She pondered whether to swallow or chew the condom-like seal when the outer layer dissolved, flooding her mouth with thick, concentrated semen.
“Mmph?!”
Clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan, Jeanne gulped it down.
“Pwah~ Hah... haa...”
The moment the semen hit her stomach, her endless hunger eased somewhat. Semen did work. But it wasn’t enough. One potion barely scratched the surface.
“Ha, just one more...”
And if she was honest—which she hated to be—his semen was delicious. A heavenly flavor seeping into every corner of her body. She’d crave it even without the hunger.
One turned into two, then more. Before long, Jeanne had the fridge door wide open, mindlessly devouring potion after potion.
I can’t stop...!
I shouldn’t...!
She knew it was wrong, but her hands kept grabbing more, stuffing them in. The hunger faded, along with the nagging emptiness in her throat and mouth. By the time satiety snapped her back to reality, the fridge was empty.
What now...?
What do you mean? Just play dumb.
Though reluctant, Jeanne followed her instincts’ advice—there was no other option. As she climbed into bed, her lower belly now bore a vividly deepened sound hole, faintly glowing beneath the covers. The frenzied semen binge had pushed it perilously close to full maturity.
Day 4 of the bet.
After a deep, nightmare-free sleep for the first time in ages, Jeanne woke refreshed.
It definitely worked. If I keep sneaking semen like this, I can hold out the remaining three days easy.
No whispers from her instincts, no hunger or emptiness. Dressed and stepping out, she found Slami getting chewed out over breakfast.
“What am I supposed to do if you ate all those semen potions, Slami?!”
“Nooo~ I didn’t eat any, for real! Why won’t you believe me, you dummy Brina~!”
“Then who did? No one else was around!”
“Maybe the baby ate ‘em~! Why pick on me~!”
“Eh...?”
Suddenly all eyes on her, Jeanne waved it off.
“As if I’d sneak around stealing something like that...!”
“Now you’re trying to frame someone else, Slami? Unacceptable. Time for retraining.”
“Nooo~ Why believe the newbie but not meee~!”
“It’s the result of your usual behavior. Come along.”
“Huuung~”
Watching Slami get dragged off by Brina, Jeanne apologized inwardly.
Sorry for the false blame. Just bear with it till the bet ends.
Sorry, but she couldn’t exactly confess.
The day’s dungeon raid passed without incident, and back home, Jeanne thought she’d cleared it again.
“......Why’s my lower belly throbbing like this...?”
After her bath, the hunger hit harder than before, joined by a strange, hot pulsing in her gut.
“Guess I’ll sneak some more tonight...”
Knowing semen would fix it, Jeanne waited until everyone slept, just like before.
“Hoo... Gulp!”
She swallowed a semen potion from the fridge in one go.
“......Gone?”
But the fridge was already empty. Yesterday’s stash had been days’ worth; today’s was just one day’s output.
“Not enough, but... no choice.”
Regretfully, Jeanne returned to bed. That night, the nightmares returned.
In memories from her stage-2 days—head alone, used relentlessly by Yeoul—she took his semen dozens of times over.
“Ngh... mmph...”
Moaning in torment or ecstasy, Jeanne slept on as her lower belly’s sound hole sharpened into clarity.
Hummm—
Nearing completion, it amplified the lust buried in her subconscious.
Day 5 of the bet.
“Damn it... damn it...!”
Squelch—squelch—
Jeanne cursed herself, rubbing her pussy through her clothes.
“I got plenty of semen, and it’s only getting worse... aaah...!”