Found
Morning wood is a real bitch for a guy. This goddamn meat club of mine stands at full attention day in and day out, throwing a tantrum because it wants to dump a load, and if that were easy to ignore, something would be seriously wrong with me. Thankfully, I now had a flesh toilet for sexual relief. God only knows what I would have done if I hadn't secured one.
The second I woke up I headed straight for Isabella's quarters, knocked, stepped inside, and buried my cock in that bitch's plush, premium-grade pussy, rocking it hard. Thanks to the body modifications I'd put her through, the sensitive cunt of that premature-ejaculating whore squirted love juice with every thrust and grind.
"Clamp down tighter, you fucking bitch."
"Aaang♥"
I slapped her ass and a sweet moan burst out of her. She still hated my guts, of course—no reason she wouldn't. But the overwhelming feast of pleasure my cock was serving her had started to override pride and everything else; she was just enjoying it now.
Wet, squelching sounds filled her room. With soundproofing magic already in place, Isabella no longer bothered holding back her moans. Fresh out of bed, her messy golden hair thrashing, she took me like an animal, body shuddering with every thrust.
"You filthy slut. Master's cock feel good?"
"Ogooohk♥ Hnngh♥............. Yes!............. It feels so good!!"
"That so. I'm about to cum myself. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? I'll dump it down your throat hole—bring that mouth over here."
I pulled out mid-missionary on the bed and brought my cock, glazed in her juices, to her lips. She opened wide, gripped my shaft with both hands, and worked it hard. Her soft touch pushed me over the edge; my cock throbbed and spat thick ropes of cum.
"Uum..........chup."
She carefully caught every drop in her mouth. There was so much her cheeks puffed out a little. Instead of swallowing right away she parted her lips just enough to show me the load pooling inside.
"Looks good. Swallow."
A wet gulp, and the cum disappeared. Then she gazed up at me with hazy heart-shaped pupils and opened her empty mouth for inspection. I laughed.
"Cock milk taste good?"
"Yes. It's delicious."
"You like me, don't you? Hmm?"
"I fucking hate you. I wish you'd just die. Running over first thing in the morning to fuck me... You're a beast in heat."
Even after saying it, Isabella let out an irritated sigh.
"Can't you lift the condition that forces me to tell the truth?"
"Nah. Don't wanna."
"Don't you hate getting cursed out by me every time? I don't want to curse either. I already know you'll punish me for it."
"That's exactly why I ask. So I can punish you. I like tormenting you. What kind of punishment should I give you today?"
"You son of a bitch............"
Curse or don't—I didn't care. I just stared at Isabella until a brilliant idea hit me.
"You can only eat my cum now, right?"
"...........Yes."
"Then I'll pack you a lunch. Go put on your uniform nice and pretty. Hurry."
Isabella went to the wardrobe and changed. She stripped off her nightclothes, slipped into underwear, pulled on stockings, then the short skirt, blouse, and jacket of her school uniform. Fully dressed right down to her Mary Jane leather shoes, she came back to stand in front of me.
"I'm dressed."
"Mm. Looks great. I already warmed things up for you."
Just watching her change had been more stimulating than most porn. I'd been working my cock with my left hand the whole time, bringing it right to the edge. I pointed at those massive milk tanks of hers.
"Undo about two buttons on the blouse and stick my cock into the gap. Give it a few pumps. You know how to do a titjob, right?"
"..........Understood."
She did as ordered. Her face was pure disgust and revulsion, yet the stimulation to her breasts still made her feel it—hearts floating in her eyes were the best part of the show. My cock vanished into the opening of her blouse; the warm, scorching softness of those tits and the way they jiggled with every movement filled my vision.
Ah, fuck.
This is seriously filthy.
She cupped her huge breasts with both hands, clamped my cock between them like a runway, and bounced those udders up and down. The urge to cum hit almost immediately.
"Good............I'm cumming."
With a thick byurrut! a massive load poured straight into the valley of that bitch's tits. It was so dense it was practically jelly, so it would pool perfectly between them. I kept dumping cum into her tit-pussy for a long while, then pulled free with a satisfied sigh.
"Go to class like that."
"L-Like this?"
"Yeah. It's your lunch. When noon comes, scoop the cum out of your cleavage and eat it. Delicious, right? Hmm?"
She stared at me in silence, then tears started rolling down her cheeks. Only someone who'd been on the receiving end of her shit for a hundred loops could say something like that.
These were real tears.
"You son of a bitch..........fucking bastard.............you monster."
Hell yeah.
So this bitch really does cry sometimes. I carefully approached, buttoned her blouse all the way up, and straightened her jacket. Through the thin fabric you could just make out the cum pooling underneath. The smell was rank too.
"One command. If you wipe that cum out of your cleavage the second I leave because you think it's gross, you're dead. Keep it stored right there in your tits while you go to class and sit through lessons. The smell... I'll allow you to deal with that via magic. That much. And make sure you have my cum for lunch. Got it?"
"You fucking piece of shit. Someday I'll...........I'll..........."
She started to curse, then thought better of the consequences, hung her head, and trembled. Adorable. Her spirit was really broken now.
But it still wasn't enough.
"By the way, how many times have I told you not to curse at Master? Still haven't learned, you flesh-toilet bitch?"
"N-No.........I'm sorry."
Isabella flinched and shook at my words. I had no intention of letting her off.
"Take both shoes off."
"What?"
"I said take them off, you fucking bitch."
She hesitated, then slipped them off.
"Open your mouth."
"Ughok♥"
I roughly shoved my cock into the open hole of her mouth. A few deep-throat thrusts later and my cock was burning hot again.
"Fucking bitch. The more I use this mouth-pussy the better it gets."
"Oghok♥ Ughok♥"
"Practice your blowjob and titjob skills from now on. So Master can use them whenever he wants. Got it? That's how you become a proper sexual-relief flesh toilet...........Fuck, I'm cumming!!"
Her blowjob technique was garbage, but the tight squeeze of her throat felt fantastic, and more than anything the sight of Isabella with hearts in her eyes, tears streaming, eyes rolled back in an ahegao while her throat got violated was obscenely hot. The climax hit hard; instead of dumping it in her mouth I pulled out and blasted my load into the shoes she was holding.
Pretty black Mary Jane leather shoes began filling with thick cum. After packing both of them with a generous amount I stepped back, satisfied.
"Put them on."
"............Cough!!............What?"
"I said put them on, you fucking bitch. Wear those all day through class. And when lunch comes, suck down every drop from your cleavage and from inside the shoes. I'll check. You know you can't lie, right, you dog bitch? If later I ask and you say you threw it away or wiped it off, you're dead that same day. Understand?"
She looked like she didn't even have tears left.
The more she resisted, cursed, and pushed back, the harsher the feedback came without mercy. Isabella listened with a vacant expression like her soul had been threshed, then silently set the shoes on the floor and stepped into them. A wet squelch as her feet pickled in my cum. Damn. Why is that so hot?
"I'll follow the command, Master."
"What was my command?"
"Keep the cum in my shoes and on my chest until lunch, then suck it all down without holding back when lunchtime comes."
"That's right. Dump every last drop of that cum soaked in your foot stink and sweat into your mouth and swallow. Got it?"
"Yes, Master. May I go now?"
"No."
I pointed at my lips with a finger.
"You have to give Master a loving kiss before you leave."
"..........."
"You want to curse, don't you? But if you do, it's more punishment."
She stepped closer.
Contempt. Hatred. Rage. Disgust.
Every negative emotion imaginable mixed on her face as she slowly kissed me.
The light kiss turned hot and passionate the instant I pushed my tongue past her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, body trembling as she took it. Wet, sticky sounds filled the air while our tongues tangled like snakes inside her mouth; finally I pulled away.
I forced her mouth open and let the spit I'd gathered during the kiss drool in.
She accepted the spit in silence. Tears rolled down without a sound.
"Swallow. Then go to class. Have a nice day. I'll be back in your room tonight, so be ready to get fucked by then."
"............Yes, Master."
Completely deflated, she nodded without a word.
I gave her ass a sharp smack and Isabella walked out of the room. With every step a wet squelching sound came from her shoes.
I liked that a lot.
Just imagining the look on her face at lunch as she scraped the cum from her shoes and cleavage and forced it down made me happy. So this was why that bitch had forced all those filthy, perverted plays on me.
Call it karma, you fucking bitch.
"Alright. Flesh Toilet Number One is thoroughly wrecked. Time to go make Number Two."
Maybe it was the post-nut clarity after using a toilet-pussy for relief, but my head was spinning crystal clear.
Alright.
Leatris. Time to deal with that fucking bitch.
The problem was figuring out where she was.
This goddamn roguelike.
The places she liked shifted a little every loop, so I had no solid read on her current location.
From my hundred loops of experience, that whore usually caused trouble on the school rooftop or in the garden behind the classroom building. She looked like a studious model student but was a total delinquent who barely attended class. And yet she still managed decent grades on exams.
A genius, in short.
I decided to start with the garden and slipped quietly that way.
And luckily, I found Leatris right away.
"Aaaauaaaagh!!!!!"
"I told you to hold back the moans, didn't I? Why do you keep disobeying me? Hmm?"
A beauty with the pure, lovely look of a childhood friend.
She was there, amusing herself by breaking the fingers of her male servant.