The Banquet of Lust (3)

"Nnghah... M-Master's taste... Haah...!"

Haemi sat perched on the table, pleasuring herself with her fingers. A black horn had sprouted from her forehead, and her jade-green irises along with the whites of her eyes had turned completely black, forming those reversed pupils. On top of that, her tail was wrapped around my cock, gulping greedily as if savoring every drop of my flavor. In full succubus mode, she rubbed her clit with a dreamy, hazy expression.

Using her tail like an onahole and thrusting into it, I felt my climax surging up far sooner than I expected. I'd challenged it with some bravado, but a succubus's body was simply too much to endure. Thankfully, the restrictions placed on the Mansion of Desire kept her from going into a frenzy like she had that morning. Even so, her massive breasts, her plump jiggling ass, and that tail onahole crafted purely for milking me were beyond my limits.

This was only the second time, yet the stimulation refused to grow familiar. I bit my lip hard and, instead of cumming inside her tail as the urge demanded—

"...Ah...? M-Master... why...?"

—I pulled my cock out right before the point of no return. Haemi's face, flushed with heat only seconds ago, flooded with despair. I deliberately ignored that look and placed my hand on my still-unconscious mother's head, issuing a forced command.

"...Wake up. I want to cum inside your pussy, Mother."

"...Yes, my Master..."

Even unconscious, she staggered toward me on weak legs and vacant eyes. Staring ahead with hollow pupils, she thrust her ass forward—every bit as large as her daughter's—right in front of me. She sandwiched my twitching, near-exploding cock between those cheeks and sat down without hesitation.

In an instant, soft vaginal walls enveloped me. The mucous membranes that begged for semen coiled tight and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠began milking out my load.

"...Uht, uht...♡"

"Ah, ah... Master... Me too! Please, give it to me too!"

Haemi watched her mother tremble from the heat of the semen filling her womb despite being unconscious. It wasn't worry for her mother being used as a convenient onahole. No—those were eyes burning with pure envy.

When I finally pulled out after finishing, my mother rose with an empty expression. She modestly folded her hands below her navel like a maid awaiting orders, semen dripping from her pussy with wet, obscene sounds.

Haemi, however, showed zero interest in her mother's disgrace. She slid off the table and crawled toward me. Breathing like a beast in heat, she stared up at my cock glistening with fluids.

"Please, Master... Hehe, hehehe...! I'll become your bitch just like you want!! So, so..."

"...I don't recall giving a dog permission to speak like a person."

"Ah... Woof! Woof! Hah, hah...♡ Kngh..."

When I stroked the head of Haemi as she cutely barked and rubbed her cheek against my cock, she licked my hand with playful affection, just like a contented puppy. She had completely surrendered to her lust, abandoning her humanity and choosing to become an animal. As always, I was reminded that these Saintesses possessed even stronger sexual appetites than I did. I'd barely flipped a small switch inside her, and she had already lost all composure, desperately clinging to my cock.

The pleasure of meticulously building the sandcastle of Haemi's usual serious persona only to knock it down was exquisite. A domineering urge made my hairs stand on end. I grabbed her horn with the same hand that had been petting her hair and yanked her forward, shoving my cock—still coated in my mother's juices and semen—straight into her throat.

"Gluck♡ Ngh, hoo..."

Haemi didn't even flinch at the sudden intrusion. Her mouth worked around me as her tail wagged gently. I began cleaning myself using the cute puppy mouth that slurped and rolled its tongue with wet sounds. The gulping noises, her twitching moans, and the love juices splattering onto the floor—it all threatened to blow my mind away. The overwhelming sweet scent pouring from a succubus in heat had my reason teetering on the edge of collapse.

But if I lost control here, I'd forfeit the initiative I'd fought so hard to seize. Biting my lip, I pulled my cock from her throat.

"Puhak...! Cough, cough... Haa, haa...♡ Kngh~♡"

"Huu..."

Steam rose as my saliva-drenched cock emerged. The throat membranes had made it even larger than before. A thick string of saliva still connected it to Haemi's lips. Even while gasping for breath, the bitch never took her eyes off the large shadow of her owner looming over her.

If I didn't start soon, my reason would break first.

"....♡"

As if she already knew the command coming, Haemi turned around, presented her ass, and wagged her tail. Thanks to her succubus form, her massive cheeks jiggled with every wag. Between them, her dripping pussy winked at me.

I reached out carefully, spread the soft flesh, and pressed my glans against that dark, hungry hole.

"...Hek, hek...!"

I caught the desperate 'hurry, hurry' in her eyes and thrust ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside. Her pussy burned hotter than usual. The legs supporting her body trembled and nearly gave out. Haemi moaned in voices that barely sounded human. Her face showed both torment and pure bliss.

The tail slicing through the air in front of me and her pussy that wouldn't stop drooling told me exactly how happy she felt.

"Ngh, aht...! Hic...!!"

"......"

A bitch maid utterly bound to me, obeying my every command. This was the first time I'd seen Haemi broken so completely. Yet watching her lost in lust made my heart race from deep in my chest. Perhaps this space influenced my own desires as much as it did the Saintesses. In this moment, I could admit the truth. This was the sight I had always wanted to see.

Ever since hearing rumors that Haemi was dating some senior I didn't even know, or perhaps from the very first time I met her after enrolling, I had wanted to make her mine. I hadn't realized it, but this dark desire had always lurked inside me.

"...Does it feel good? A perverted bitch like you, making your Master work so hard. What was his name—Taesoon? Isn't it so much better to be on all fours like a dog in front of me, getting fucked by my cock, than dating that cheating trash? Our sweet Haemi."

"Hek, heeek...! Woof!♡ Kyaung—"

I gripped her barking hips and slammed forward. Every thrust that kissed her womb drew out moans as her breasts bounced wildly. The realization hit me hard—this woman, the one every senior and classmate had coveted, now belonged to me.

This sight belonged only to me. This face of Haemi crying with joy while impaled on my cock was a privilege reserved solely for me.

When my hips slapped against her ass with a wet smack, her coquettish tail coiled around me and pulled me even deeper. She yanked off the cat-ear headband, pushed me back into a chair, climbed on top, and began riding me while our lips met.

"Mmmchup, chuha... Ngh..."

Every inch of her was soft. Inhaling her scent paralyzed my brain with pleasure. I cupped one of her breasts, tangled our tongues, and slowly rolled my hips upward. Writhing tentacles inside her forced my semen upward. This time I didn't hold back. I erupted straight into her womb.

"...Ngh... Haah...♡"

At the same moment, a gentle orgasm made her flinch and shake her hips. We kept kissing. The adorable way she narrowed her tear-filled eyes, wagged her tail, and hugged my back with both arms was irresistible. Even after it was all over, this cute Saintess who still craved me licked the saliva from the corner of her mouth and quietly stood up.

"...Thank you... Master♡ It was wonderful..."

Her beautiful smile carried the lingering afterglow of climax and raw sensuality. Captivated by that enchanting expression, I lifted my head to kiss her once more.

Just before our lips could meet—right as she read my heart, leaned in slowly, and gently closed her eyes—

Riiing—

The sound of a bell ringing from somewhere made me turn.

"...It appears someone is contacting you, Master. Please excuse me for a moment."

Haemi hurriedly hid her flushed face and disappeared on unsteady legs. She soon returned carrying a vintage dial phone that perfectly matched the mansion's aesthetic. She held the entire device out to me and bowed her head.

.....How does this thing even work without a cord? New questions piled onto the mountain of mysteries this space still held. With a slightly hesitant hand, I picked up the receiver that was vibrating along with the ringing and brought it to my ear.

"...Hello?"

The voice on the other end brimmed with energy and laughter. It was calling out to someone else. That coquettish yet bright tone laced with mischievous teasing could only belong to...

"...Noa?"

"...Good morning? ...It's already morning?!"

Of all the important information in Noa's message, the one thing I couldn't possibly ignore was that casual "good morning." I thought I'd been inside the mansion for four hours at most. How was it already morning?

I turned my stiff neck toward the cuckoo clock on the dining room wall. The long, sharp hour hand pointed directly at the number seven.

"Ah, fuck..."

"Ne...? Shi, bal... Ah, you weren't swearing at me? Hahaha, you really startled me! Master can be so playful~"

"...Noa. What exactly are you chatting about with Master?"

Instead of me handling the sudden call from the British Branch, I had asked Noa to report the situation to Master. Instead, she was giggling and joking around. ...It looked kind of fun. I felt a tiny pang of envy. I wanted to talk to Master too. I wanted to joke with him, to be held in those strong arms.

Thoughts I would never have entertained before. But ever since becoming a Saintess, just imagining Master filled me with happiness. Why couldn't I have met him sooner?

I pressed down the regret and longing for Master. I had planned to meet him tomorrow before leaving Korea and serve him thoroughly, but an issue had arisen. Less than a day after receiving standby orders from headquarters, an emergency recall had come through.

I hadn't received the full details, but it was likely related ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to a new mask. Otherwise they wouldn't summon an agent who had been dispatched overseas so urgently. I wasn't being arrogant, but the fact that the British Branch had called for me specifically meant this was a major incident...

"...Anyway, Noa. Stop fooling around and report to Master properly."

"Ehh? I already did. Master said he understood. Are you jealous right now?"

"...Enough. Did Master give any specific instructions for me? Any ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠orders...?"

...Perhaps a simple "be careful," or a promise to meet before I left...

"...Umm, he didn't say anything in particular. Wait, Master? Yes, yes... He says to carry out the secret mission without being detected."

"...I see. Tell him not to worry and to wait comfortably."

Of course. Before I was Master's Saintess, I had been his enemy. I had aimed for his life and tried to steal the mask. It was a shameful past that embarrassed me to remember, yet one I must never forget. The sin of harming what belonged to Master.

I knew full well that Master didn't favor me and Noa as much as the other Saintesses. To him, I was merely a useful piece on the board. Even so, that was an incredible honor. The fact that he would use me at all moved me deeply. I respect him. I obey him. I love him.

If I could receive forgiveness for my sins, offering my life would be a small price. And yet... I felt a little lonely...

Feeling this way at all was a grave offense against Master. I must cast aside personal emotions and work solely for him.

"...Here."

"...Why are you giving this to me? I'm supposed to be on standby..."

"It's been thirty minutes with no contact. A quick phone call won't hurt."

Noa handed me the phone. With slightly trembling hands, I accepted it and brought it to my ear.

"...It's me. Master...?"

"......."

"Eh, Sis just smiled..."

I pushed Noa's face away with my foot as she stared at me in disbelief, then clutched the phone with both hands.

"...Understood. Please wait without worry... Even if the enemies threatening Master are former comrades or family, I will crush them. And I will definitely protect Master. I am truly grateful that you made someone like me into your Saintess."

I couldn't stop the heat rising in my cheeks and chest. It had been such a simple phrase, yet hearing "be careful" made my heart race like this. I renewed my vow once more. I would spend my entire life atoning to Master and protecting him. Anyone who tried to harm him would be killed without hesitation. He was my precious Master, and the one I loved...

"Leave it to me. Ending transmission."

"Aah, why did you hang up on your own?"

"The business is finished."

I tossed the phone back to the grumbling Noa and returned to my seat in front of the communication device. Master had entrusted me with a task... He trusted me... Aah... My chest and the place below my navel ached with longing. I wanted to see Master. I wanted to be held by him. I wanted to take his seed inside me...♡ After this mission, perhaps I should request a vacation... Return to Korea and be with Master...

Beep—

"Ah, Sis."

"Quiet."

While I had been lost in happy fantasies, a communication signal from the foolish organization trying to harm Master's life was detected. I needed to focus from now on. Since he trusted me enough to give me an order, I would only live up to those expectations. They had once been comrades, but now they were enemies threatening my Master. I would slip between them and protect him.

It was exactly the scenario I had anticipated. But something felt off. If they had already pinpointed the mask's location, the danger was essentially announced in advance. It meant the mask possessed enough anomalous properties to be tracked, or that a large number of Saintesses had already been created. It made sense that I would be assigned to such a mission. But choosing a rookie as my partner? Agents with little experience like Noa were normally given support duties first to build up field time. Sending a rookie straight into active duty? I couldn't understand what the branch chief was thinking.

"........"

"...Understood. Ending trans—"

"Aah! That's right!"

The flustered voice just before I cut the transmission stopped my hand.

"What is it?"

"...Luna."

The name that left my lips.

Kang Luna, the nun in charge of the church at the British Branch. My adoptive father's biological daughter. The kind girl who had accepted me—a girl with no blood relation—as her sister and treated me like a friend. Now that my father had passed, she was the only family I had left. My little sister, and at the same time, my older sister. Just thinking of her face brought a smile to my lips.

"Yes, tell her I'll return soon. Thank you. Ending transmission."

My sister, whose beauty earned her the title of "Saintess" among the male agents at the British Branch. Her heart was every bit as beautiful as her appearance. I suddenly wanted to see Luna again. If it was Luna—the one they called a Saintess—Master would surely adore her too.