The Adorable Kitten in the Bundle
An incredibly cute and adorable baby kitten was hiding tightly inside the bundle. The kitten's heart was pounding so vigorously it felt like the room itself was going thump! thump! I lifted the blanket like unwrapping a present from Santa Claus. The gift prepared for me offered no resistance even as I stole the blanket away. Whether it couldn't resist or simply wouldn't, I had no idea. It was a fantastical situation.
I strode over to the switch and flicked on the light. The cozy room, filled with darkness, suddenly blazed with illumination. At that moment, I could clearly confirm the identity of the little baby kitten I already knew. Naturally, it was Everett. The naked Lena Everett was trembling violently at the sight of me. Her ferocious breasts and ass filled my vision like they were on blatant display. Her lustrous hair, gleaming like a river of gold, only accentuated that dynamite body even more. Her wide, terrified eyes put the perfect finishing touch on the scene. The faint, ragged breaths escaping her—turbid and rough—perfectly captured her state of mind. Everett was completely aroused, her sanity slipping just a bit. It was an utterly provocative, criminal sight. My cock twitched in reflexive response.
From this angle, she even looked like a baby bird soaked in the rain. A pitiful little thing that had lost its mother, flapping its drenched wings desperately while gazing up at me with a heartrending expression. And I was the wicked stray cat toying with it.
"U-um... th-this is..."
Everett's lips twitched desperately. What kind of excuse was she trying to muster in a situation like this? It was way past the point where excuses could fix anything.
"No need to bother with excuses. I already know everything. Starting from how you spied on me and Sujin having sex."
To cut to the chase, I laid out the facts without mincing words.
"H-how...?"
"With you masturbating so blatantly, it'd be weirder if I didn't notice. Yesterday, you shoved that massive dildo inside yourself while buck naked, right?"
My mocking lips reflected in Everett's eyes. At the same moment, her expression hardened. She covered her breasts with both hands. Was it a desperate attempt to hide her shame? Or a coquettish move to tempt me? I climbed on top of her and brushed her arms aside. There was no strength in Everett's arms at all. It was almost like she'd been waiting for me to spread them open. Not that her tits could be hidden by a couple of arms anyway.
Everett's breasts were truly magnificent. Their vast, Pacific Ocean-like size was right up my alley, and they were perfectly shaped without a hint of sag. No unnatural, inverted-bowl fake implant look either. Sure, gravity pulled them down just a touch, but her Cooper's ligaments held firm, keeping that blunt, full form intact. They'd easily podium at the World's Best Tits Championship. In reality, no woman around me had breasts this bountiful. Expanding to other worlds, only Sera could top them—and factoring in her beastkin heritage, Everett's rack was superhuman enough to earn the title post-human.
"Your pussy looks like it's flooding."
I shifted my gaze downward. Her tits were an undisputed A+; no need for further grading. Time to score her pussy and ass. A woman's pussy is as crucial as her face. If the face is the exterior, the pussy is the interior. As the sages say, a good interior makes a truly good person—and that fits perfectly. I believe a woman is completed by an excellent pussy. I pressed my middle and ring fingers together and slid them into Everett's slit. My movements were delicate and careful. Some women, like Yeonji, crave rough and intense handling, but most prefer gentler stimulation. That said, considering Everett got off to rape fantasies alone on the bus, her tastes might align more with Yeonji's. Still, I started with a soft tempo to probe her pussy.
Everett's pussy was incredibly smooth. It felt a tad warmer than average. The inside was slick and soaked with her juices. Her lewd scent filled the room. Nothing beats a woman's natural aroma.
"You knew this was coming anyway, right? Why else would a little thief cat like you sneak into my room?"
"Hnnngh~♬"
Everett let out a ragged moan. Her body arched back like a bow. At the same time, her pussy clenched hard. Tide incoming. I yanked my fingers out of her hole with a whoosh! Like removing a dam from a lake, a thick gush of her juices squirted into the air with a splatter. Everett wasn't the straight-shooter squirt type; she sprayed wide and messy. Perfect pussy for playing with. I toyed with her like a plaything.
"Eeeek~! Hnnngh~! Haah! Ahhng~!"
Everett had zero tolerance for stimulation. She acted like a total slut, but her body was pure as a virgin's. The only downside? No hymen. Probably popped it with a dildo or something. Damn, losing to a fucking dildo—infuriating.
"Hnnngh~♥ Hnnngh~♥"
Everett kept spilling those sweet moans laced with heart effects. How the hell did someone with a body this lewd stay single? A little pressure from a guy, and she'd probably go, "Well, no helping it..." and spread her legs. But I knew not all women like this were sluts. Plenty agonized over their innate perversion. Everett struck me as that type. Meeting me was her fortune—and misfortune. No other guy would get to use her now. Murray included, obviously.
Foreplay over. I stripped. As the undressing champ, I was naked in one second flat. Standing bare before her, I dangled and swung my cock like a hypnotist's pendulum. Everett's eyes followed it like a metronome. Left to right, right to left—I smirked at the sight.
She'd fallen under my dick hypnosis long ago.
"Want it?"
I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Everett nodded like she was truly entranced. No common sense stickers or hypnosis items used on her. This was pure, unadulterated slutty nature. Too many people in this world suppress their true feelings. Humans love lewd shit by nature. Wanting to pound a pretty girl's pussy is normal; wanting to spread for a hot guy is too. Nobody's free of pervy fetishes. If they claim to be, they just haven't discovered theirs yet. If everyone indulged freely, society would collapse. So we repress. But that fake mask wears us down. As an erotic web novel writer, I knew human instincts inside out. Reader requests ranged from the bizarre to the insane—enough to make you question if this was Korea or Sodom and Gomorrah.
Everett had lived repressing her desires too. Without meeting me, she'd have led a normal life. Well, as a dungeon hunter, maybe a bit more spectacular. Fun-free but with modest happiness. She'd have married that Murray prick for sure. Not a bad life, in some ways. But now that she'd met me, everything changed. From the moment I saw her, I knew I'd claim her. A stacked blonde bombshell like this was an essential treasure for my collection room.
"I want it... your cock... please give it to me!"
Everett rasped with effort. Her eyes shot hearts like fireworks; her half-open mouth drooled; her golden hair draped like a flowing river, gleaming demonically; her flushed cheeks looked ripe as strawberries. She was the ultimate feast laid out for me. And I wasn't one to refuse a spread table.
"Hmm. But taking my cock means becoming my slave."
"I'll do it! Make me your slave... no, please make me one!"
Instant reply, no hesitation. Her tone had shifted to that of a maid or slave serving her master. Did she even grasp what she'd just said? I wanted to accept her right then, but I tamped down the urge. Just watching her expression was pure bliss. I wanted to savor it more.
"Think it over properly. This is what happens to slaves."
I nodded toward the bathroom. Sujin crawled out on all fours. She was decked in a full dog-play suit. A leather mask shaped like a puppy head with a blunt snout covered her face; her arms and legs were folded and bound, forcing her into leather boots that made her waddle like a real dog. An anal plug with a tail was lodged in her ass, of course, and a collar around her neck. Pro-level SM costume. Originally ordered by Yeonji—who loved getting punished in it, especially ass spankings.
Sujin approached me in her obscenely erotic getup, enough to stop hearts. I smacked her ass with a crack and locked eyes with Everett. I could see her throat bob. In a soft, coaxing voice, I told her:
"You'll end up like this. No human rights or anything. Still okay with that?"
Seeing Sujin, Everett clapped her hands to her cheeks like a figure from a Munch painting. But the expression wasn't horror. It was ecstasy and joy, like some pink-haired yandere from anime.
"So cool..."
She was moved. Seeing Sujin treated subhuman sparked rapture in her. What Everett saw in Sujin was probably freedom. Paradoxically, bound in all that SM gear, Sujin was freer than Everett. She'd shed the mask of pretense that oppressed her.
"I want that too... I want to be like that! Free to show my true self without hiding! Train me into your personal pervert, please!"
"You're perverted enough already. Fine, if you want it that bad."
I handed her the small box on Sujin's back. A plastic case the size of a pencil case.