The Bet (7)
Squelch— squelch— squelch— ~~~!! Nghaaaaah...?!! Haa... haa...”
The stimulation from insertion masturbation was on an entirely different level from before, allowing Jeanne to climb to a massive climax in no time. Her reason flickered back for a brief moment alongside the orgasm. But soon enough, lust began to surge once more. And so, Jeanne kept at it until the bathwater had completely cooled.
“Haa... haa... No matter how much I masturbate, it's pointless...!”
Climbing out of the frigid tub, Jeanne roughly toweled off and slipped into bed.
“My neck... itches...”
The cross-section of her severed neck prickled with itchiness, so Jeanne promptly detached her head from her body. Holding her head aloft, she gazed down at herself. There was no trace of the honed, sturdy knight's physique—only the lewd, aroused form of a wanton woman.
Bzzz—
For a dullahan, the head was the true core, with the body merely an extension under its command. Normally, even detachment wouldn't weaken that control. But Jeanne's body now hosted an overgrown pussy, and with her arousal already at a fever pitch, the moment her head came off, the pussy began usurping authority over the body.
“What...! Mmph?!”
Before she could even process the unprecedented situation, her body—now under the pussy's sway—yanked the head she held straight toward her crotch.
Forced into a kiss with her own pussy, Jeanne struggled to reclaim control. But the lust-drenched body clung even tighter to the pussy's dominance.
‘Mmm~ This is getting fun, isn't it? Since we're at it, why not give it a lick? Aren't you dying to know how your own pussy tastes?’
As the pussy's power intensified, the whisper of instinct echoed again. No—it was a new ego born from the onahole's primal urges fused with the pussy's influence. Control tendrils snaked from the body, up the neck stump, and into the head. Far too weak to seize the whole thing, but plenty for mouth and tongue.
Slurp~ Slurrrp~
Compelled to lap at her own pussy—faintly scented with vanilla—Jeanne reeled from stimulation far beyond her fingers. Each plunge of her thicker, plumper, softer tongue drew her hips into a vise-like clench, squeezing it greedily.
Overwhelmed by pleasure eclipsing mere fingering, Jeanne devolved into voraciously tonguing her own folds.
‘Yesss~ But it's still not enough, is it? We have more holes to play with, don't we?’
Jeanne's legs locked the head flush against her pussy, pinning it tight. Her freed hands then veered toward the holes at the neck cross-sections of head and body.
“Mmphp?! Mmmphh!!”
‘Haaaang~ That's the stuff~ We rarely get to use these two extra holes—why leave them idle?’
Fingers probed the neck stumps, delving softly into the yielding openings and thrusting away.
Jeanne felt every sensation raw and unfiltered, forced to endure this other self's depravities in full. Back-to-back climaxes unleashed a gushing squirt that drenched her face. Already peaked in arousal, she felt no revulsion—only surrender to ecstasy.
Knock knock—
‘Hm? Ah, crap!’
“Huu...! Finally mine again.”
The knock made the other ego flinch, giving Jeanne the opening to wrench back control.
Knock knock—
Another rap, followed by Han Yeoul's voice.
“Everything okay? Heard some commotion. Mind if I come in?”
“W-wait just a moment!”
Control reclaimed, Jeanne frantically wiped her face and body with the blanket, threw on some clothes, and cracked the door.
“What is it?”
‘Disaster. I just tamped down the lust, and now this timing...’
Jeanne feigned composure, but anxiety scorched her from within.
“Nah, just checking after those weird noises.”
“All's well—pay it no mind.”
“Aw, c'mon, don't be like that. So cold.”
“If that's all, be off with you.”
In her current state, proximity to Yeoul spelled danger, so Jeanne rushed to end it and shut the door.
But Yeoul jammed it with his foot.
“Hold up—got something for you.”
“...Hand it over quick and go. What?”
“Nothing big.”
With that, Yeoul produced a semen potion.
“You took a hit in the dungeon earlier. Got to thinking—you haven't absorbed any semen lately, so repairs might run short. Brought this just in case...”
“Guh...! What the—?! Barging into my room like you own the place...!!”
Mid-sentence, Yeoul shoved the door wide, strode in, bowled Jeanne onto the bed, and hiked up her top.
“What do you think you're—?! Breaking the bet terms?!”
“Not breaking any bet, relax. But get this.”
Beneath the rucked-up fabric, Jeanne's side gleamed smooth and scarless.
“Kinda weird, huh? Auto-repair's on, sure, but no semen intake—how'd it heal so fast?”
“Th-that's...”
“And Slami swears no one's touched 'em, but those fridge potions keep vanishing. Who's the thief?”
“Why even ask me...”
“I know it all already, Jeanne—no use playing dumb. Come clean, and this is yours. You need it, right? Room reeks of vanilla—you look ready to snap.”
Yeoul dangled the semen potion before her eyes, swinging it side to side.
Jeanne's gaze tracked it helplessly, locked on.
The instant it appeared, her focus shattered. Days of quelling lust with stolen potions had conditioned her like Pavlov's dog—now, at peak craving, it was irresistible.
Seizing the lapse, the dormant other ego whispered anew in her mind.
‘Don't fight it~ Master's right there with that prime dick—why hold back?’
‘Just give in quick, and it'll feel so good~’
The whispers fueled a thrum from her lower belly, her womb humming insistently.
Even dazed, Jeanne resisted.
‘I'm... no pervert! Onahole...? I won't accept it...!’
Another whisper slithered in.
‘But~ Fingers and tongue won't cut it, you know that. You've tasted it once—thrusting deep with that monster cock in his pants beats masturbation any day~’
Jeanne clenched her jaw.
‘Just endure this...! Win the bet, and no more onahole bullshit from him...!’
‘I can conquer this lust...!’
Steel renewed, she snapped at Yeoul:
“I don't need that crap. The bet ends in my victory soon enough...!!”
She glared daggers. The fire in her loins seemed to ebb.
But Yeoul's expression was... off.
‘What's with him? ...Has he always been this close?’
Sensing unnatural nearness, Yeoul spoke:
“Your victory? You still saying that after seeing yourself?”
“Wha...?”
Jeanne glanced down—and froze. Her body cradled her head in one hand while tugging Yeoul's pants down with the other.
That sudden closeness? Her own hand hoisting her head up.
“Gotta call this my win, yeah?”
Her body had already stripped his pants, freeing his rock-hard, throbbing cock. Legs splayed wide, one hand spread her pussy in blatant invitation, vanilla-scented lube drooling from the exposed entrance.
“No...! That wasn't me...!”
Jeanne wailed denial, but the bet's oath triggered her unique authority, [Broken Knight's Oath].
Onahole Jeanne's unique ability ‘Broken Knight's Oath (A)’ has evolved into ‘Second Knight's Oath (A)’.
Second Knight's Oath (A)
The knight who failed one oath has sought a new one. The second oath shall be upheld.
Oath Target: Han Yeoul
Oath Content: Jeanne accepts herself as an onahole.
[Reviewing... Content invalid. Target is already an onahole instance. Target is already behaving as an onahole, so this cannot stand as oath content.]
[Please re-specify oath content.]
[Han Yeoul, owner of Onahole Jeanne, may designate the oath content in her stead.]
“Oh ho...?”