Chapter 42: Caught in the Cabinet
"Hngh... mmph. Uguh..."
Porter porn. Among the sleazy subgenres of erotic novels, this one's the absolute nadir of trashiness. The porter—a powerless noncombatant with no real skills—gets trampled underfoot by his stronger, smarter, more powerful party members. Then, in revenge, he thoroughly ravages them in bed. A simple premise, but there's something absurdly disproportionate about the payback. That's the core template for every porter story. No exceptions. Is it vicarious thrill they're after? Or some professional prejudice against porters? Honestly, it's not my thing. It's not that a porter raping noble heroes and somehow keeping his head afterward strains credulity. The problem's the execution. Not my taste. My preferences run firmly softcore. You know—slow builds full of fluffy sweetness, melting into tender pillow talk once they're in bed.
...Or so I thought that was my taste.
"Ughht... hng. Hnnghmp. My thongue ith tho thwollen... hnnngh!"
So why was my heart shaking like this?
Esen's body trembled uncontrollably, following the path of my feather. This fearsome race—one of the strongest beings alive, countable on one hand—was slowly succumbing to a single cheap quill pen worth maybe two gold. Panting, sweating bullets, tears streaming, whimpering like she was begging. It felt like I'd become an artist of pleasure, painting Esen's ecstasy with the soft brush tip. I'd traced down from her navel ten times now, grazing the mound of her underwear each pass. Esen twisted her head back with a wail, yanking desperately at the restraints binding her arms. The steel cuffs stretched taut enough to bruise, but didn't budge an inch.
"Pleath thtop...! Hoo, noo! Nnngh...!"
Her mouth, gagged with white cloth, drooled pitifully as it let out a muffled protest. I knew this was cruel. Once she broke free, she might bite my cheek off. But...
"Never thought you had a taste for tormenting people, did you?"
Monica wiped the sweat beading on my forehead with the hem of her nun's habit. The sight of her plump thighs bared like that was dizzying. Her breasts, squished firmly against her elbow, too.
"You're awfully good at it for someone who doesn't. Totally absorbed in it, Tan."
"I'm just hoping I survive this. Feels like Esen's gonna beat me to death."
"If you really make her happy, she might go easy on you. A little."
"You think?"
"She's been head over heels for you since that explosive orgasm—the biggest she's ever had. From the harbor all the way here. She'll forgive you."
Monica giggled, her long tongue ravaging the crevices of my ear. Every part of her was so pillowy soft—even her tongue, endlessly gentle and sticky. Like fine cheese. Like premium lard.
Esen's body, by contrast, was supple and firm. Her hyperactive personality meant endless activity, leaving no room for flab anywhere. Sandwiched between Monica's cheesy softness on one side and chiseling away at Esen's sculpted form with the feather on the other... I wondered what kind of guy I'd been in my past life. The gods weren't smiting me with lightning for this luxury, so maybe a world-saving hero or something...
"I don't think I can hold back anymore."
Sister Monica smacked her lips, eyeing Esen. The flushed Tigress had started twitching subtly moments ago, eyes wide with shock. Was she amazed? That soft stimulation like this could bring her to the brink?
But she lacked the final trigger. Her pleasure crested but wouldn't break, leaving her in agonized frustration.
"Sorry, Esen."
And just like that, she didn't get to climax. Because Sister snatched the quill from my hand and knocked me down.
The pen snagged on my startled fingers, scraping a meaningless line across the wooden floor. She twisted my wrist, pinning it firmly. Desperate-eyed Esen shot a pleading gaze at her back.
But Esen wasn't the only one desperate. Sister's breath came ragged. Her mouth hung open, leaking pent-up desire; the crotch of her plain black habit was soaked.
"Practice over. You've learned enough."
"R-Really?"
"You've got her this worked up—her insides must be cotton-soft with arousal by now. Instinctively, her pussy resisted the intrusion before. Now it's so needy, it can't resist anymore."
"So that means...?"
"Finding her sweet spots will be easier than ever. Her body will cooperate instinctively."
"Mngh—!"
Esen cried out, cheeks blazing, eyes squeezed shut. Was that a protest—you know and you're just leaving me like this? Or a plea—fine, I admit it, just finish me off? Either way, her abandoned legs rubbing together was heartbreaking.
"Then—"
"No."
I'd started to rise, gauging her mood, but she pressed a finger to my lips and laid me back down. Her other hand caressed my waistband, sliding to the straining bulge. She stroked my glans through the fabric. My hips nearly bucked from the vertigo.
"I said class is over."
Perfect, delicate stimulation. Not even undressing me or grabbing my cock outright, yet an inexplicable urge to cum surged up. In disbelief, I grabbed her hand, but the caress didn't stop.
"Sister...?"
"Call me Monica."
A chilling edge to her smile. This wasn't the usual Sister. Not the one who smiled shyly when I remembered her request for rye cake. Not the kind one who fretted over my scraped knee like it was her own body. Not the one who, when she borrowed Esen's cabin and invited me over, blushed so hard she couldn't meet my eyes till the end.
This was the lust incarnate who'd tried to devour me alive in Bitsurk's storm. The massive gap—and her unbelievable technique, impossible for a recent virgin—left me reeling.
I exploded right in my pants. Clutching her collar, I shuddered with pleasure and shame.
"Ugh...!"
"Good boy. Such a good boy."
Her tone soothed like she was consoling a kid who'd wet himself. The words kept dragging me back to that mother-son bond we'd once imagined. Her face flushed with taboo thrill, lips twitching.
"It's okay. These things happen. My good little Tan."
"Mon...ica... stop...!"
"Don't panic. White pee isn't pee."
She tossed out the maddening line casually, then gently tugged my pants down. She engulfed my messy cock in her mouth. I clenched to stave off another orgasm; feeling my tremor, she smiled with her eyes. As she slowly dragged her tongue up, sucking it clean with obscene slurps, she pulled back with a satisfied smack of her lips.
"Now I'll show you what it is."
Straddling my frozen body, she slowly rolled up her skirt. Sister's modest style had one consistent trait: long skirts down to her ankles. So the skin inside, untouched by sun, was snow-white purity. Folding it inch by inch revealed that hidden innocence. Absurdly, its surface glistened, drenched in adult fluids. Droplets trickled down her thighs onto me.
She guided my trembling hand to the side strap of her panties. Her fullness pressed softly against my thumb as it freed from the binding. The plain underwear, held by garters, scratched fiercely at my defenses.
"Take them off?"
Gladly. Esen watched us with crazed eyes. But she couldn't see under Sister's skirt. The panties slithering down under the garters. The thick honey dripping. Our sweat-slick thighs meeting in the steamy confines. All hidden, visible only to me. Peeking under the black veil of her habit.
Amused by my fixation on the view, she giggled and lowered her hips slowly. But her laughter faded. The sensation of piercing flesh. Her nape shivered; her neat hair disheveled. When her lush depths swallowed me root-deep...
"Kahaa...!"
"That's it. Good boy."
Another humiliating climax erupted. Deep inside her. She ground down, savoring it, patting my frustrated-shaking back like a child.
I pulled my face from between her left breast and shoulder. Looked up at her expression. Monica's face was satisfied. But casually so. Not sexual fulfillment—just pleasure at the situation.
...A mischievous defiance welled up.
"Feeling good, Sister?"
"Blissful. My hunger's finally sated. Shall we stay like this a bit longer?"
"That enough for you?"
Her eyes, slowly regaining their usual demure gaze, flickered open with lewd hue again.
"Why?"
"You don't look satisfied at all."
I caressed the modestly swollen chest of her habit; her engorged nipple filled my fingers. She shivered but smiled faintly.
"Just being considerate."
"Considerate?"
"Didn't want to overwhelm you."
It sounded like sparing me after handling two women left me drained—but underneath lurked... provocation. Adult teasing laced with subtle mockery.
"Oh."
I shifted up slightly. My still-hard cock grazed inside her; her legs clamped my waist in surprise. I bucked my hips once. Monica let out a small moan, lips curling in seductive scorn.
"Feeling confident, Sister? Last time we borrowed Esen's cabin, you looked ready to cry."
"But you couldn't make me. How about it?"
Her tail wriggled out from under her skirt—a sight absent from her usual self, last seen after Bitsurk. The spade tip rose, prodding and tickling my cheek.
"Want me to make you cry?"
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"Hnnngh—! Nngh—!"
A slap rang out like striking a cheek. The creaking deck sounded ready to snap. The peeper in the cabinet trembled in horror.
She'd only heard pounding that fierce once—age seven, when Dad caught her playing with his pistol and slapped her.
Was it okay to pin someone down like that? Was sex really such a primal act? The crewmates boasting harbor girlfriends—did they all rut their precious ladies like that? Like a pair of orcas tearing into each other?
"I'm going crazy, Monica. Lift your hips higher."
Her blue eyes, pressed to the cabinet crack, refused to close. Staring greedily, burning the afterimage. The cock grinding her dripping slit. The man's hips mercilessly slapping her thick ass.
"Still hungry for dick? Want me to pound harder?"
The healer nun had no breath to reply. No composure even for beastly moans leaking out. Hands dangling between spread thighs, her prone body convulsed. That was her answer.
The porter nodded, keeping pace. Not enough? He reached for her half-bared breasts. The miraculous tits bulging from her crumpled habit toyed with like cheap pillows. Skilled fingers kneaded the fat roughly, then flicked nipples like piano keys.
Her mouth gaped wide in shock and stimulation; he gripped her neck, slowly pulling her up. Not choking—precise. But the breathless nun struggled with it alone. He knew, eyes crinkling in sweaty satisfaction. As her squeezed-shut eyes opened, tears streamed down cheekbones and ears.
The porter was pleased. He lapped her tear-streaked eyes, then filled her gaping mouth with his tongue. They tangled like ropes.
"Hngp, hngh, pweh—"
"Hah. Sister. My... sister..."
The rhythm demolishing her hips under the skirt intensified. The nun glared straight at the porter, unleashing wails like gutting innards with a cutlass. No crew rushing in wondering if a murder happened? Bizarre.
Peeping laced with curiosity and terror. The show ended with her forehead grinding the floor, body spasming wildly. Each wave of her glued flesh dropped tears and drool. If the goal was making her cry, victory was clear.
His heavy cock withdrew slowly from her thighs; she slumped her hips with a forlorn gasp. Tan Bantai, panting just as roughly, rested his chin on her still-quivering shoulder.
"You okay?"
His sadistic tone softened to his usual timidity. Hers, siren-like moments ago, matched.
"I... I'm fine..."
"Glad I could satisfy you twice. Not sure I could manage even once next time."
"Heavens. More after that? You're getting insatiable. We'll have to step up our game."
The nun smiled plainly, slipping her tongue into Tan Bantai's mouth. A lover's kiss, no rivalry.
"Just once. Once... mm..."
"What's wrong, Sister?"
"Tan, Mother just sent a pleased signal. She's satisfied ages ago—offerings can stop here."
"Oh. Good news."
"But a child's heart always wants to give a little more."
"Give more how?"
Tan Bantai glanced at neglected Esen. But Esen Taiga neither rejoiced nor panicked. Her cold gaze pierced somewhere...
The cabinet intruder flinched.
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A sudden chill on my bare lower half. From Esen's killing glare at the cabinet.
I turned too. A faint thud clearly reached my ears. Goosebumps, but I calmed. Sister tidied her habit with demure poise, purifying the soaked floor with her powers. Relaxed demeanor. She had it under control. Her goddess's barrier kept it from outside ears.
Whoever was in there, just deal with them...
"K-Kill 'em?"
Esen's gagged mumble. Tempting for a second. Knock 'em out, erase memories...
"...No way. Better if ship sex gets caught—war if Tomko notices. Convince 'em to shut up somehow—"
"No need to worry or seal lips."
Sister smiled narrowly, grasping the cabinet door. Opened it slowly.
"A kid this curious? Make 'em a co-conspirator."
"Eek—?!"
Flushed-faced Morgan Tomco flailed, tumbling out onto the floor.
Morgan? Morgan?
Esen deflated; I yelped, covering my crotch and collapsing.
...Dammit. Should've covered up the second I sensed someone. Panic shortened my thinking. She saw everything anyway.
Trembling with shame, I asked, "Weren't you locked below...?"
"Nah, whatever. With a dad like Captain Tomko, a sea pirate like me picks a puny latch lock easy... More importantly."
Her cocky drawl to gloss over failed miserably from embarrassment. Slumped, she mumbled, "Sorry for peeping...?"
"Apologizing first? I like that. I'll let it slide."
"Y-You're forgiving me? This quick?"
"Not for free, of course."
Sister tilted her head with a smile.
"What'd I say earlier?"
"Uh, what?"
Morgan seemed too flustered to hear, but I remembered.
A kid this curious? Make 'em a co-conspirator.
My spine chilled. No way...
Sister's offer was a heavy fastball for a virgin. Morgan floundered, fumbling excuses, sputtering real apologies, even grabbing the doorknob to flee.
"No regrets?"
But she didn't turn it. Sister whispered temptingly at her back.
"Sure it'll be okay? Pretend nothing happened?"
"Heh, hehe, what're you even...?"
"Might not get another chance."
Morgan released the knob. Chose to peer under my cock instead.
She panted. Wide blue eyes fixed on my meat, propped by her mom's nose.
I smiled calmly, closing my eyes. Reaper's face burned on my lids. Tomko's kindly grin as he tore me apart for the sharks. Crystal clear.
"We're fucked."
"Huh?"
"That's his dick, Morgan. Tan's saying this proud tool's a man's cock."
"H-Hwat...!"
"Sister, please...!"
Forgotten Esen blinked. Then stared at the ceiling in resignation.
"Jutht let me out already."