Eat the Mesgaki "I'll Eat Your Dirty Cum Well, Oppa♡"
At first Arwen had responded to my provocations with a whole range of expressions, but now he no longer showed any notable reaction to my taunts. It was only natural that his face would twist with rage and despair after plummeting overnight from the enviable position of young master of the Northern Grand Duke—a seat that lacked for nothing—to the pathetic role of slave to a mere girl.
What’s with that calm expression?
Arwen was watching me with an oddly serene face. I couldn’t tell whether he had simply resigned himself to the fact that escape was impossible, or whether he was still clinging to some futile hope. No matter how I looked at him, I couldn’t read what was going on behind those eyes.
How boring… Well, it doesn’t matter. Not a single man has ever broken free of my aphrodisiac before.
Mandragora grew only in the heart of Kalik Forest in the north—the very place where the Demon King had descended six hundred years ago. A single sip of water boiled from its roots carried an addictive potency strong enough to shatter a human mind. That was why the Elysia Church had banned its use two centuries earlier.
Of course, unlike the dull-witted fools of the Elysia Church, I had turned mandragora into something far more interesting. By using it as a catalyst and blending it with the unique properties of my mana, I had created an aphrodisiac that forced anyone who drank it to obey only my commands. The side effects—craving ever-larger doses, or the brain melting with overdose—were trivial details not worth worrying about.
Just wait a little longer, Arwen. You’ll come to love my aphrodisiac soon enough.
Simply imagining him obeying my every order made my groin throb. And right now, with my brain pleasantly numbed by pleasure, it was the perfect moment to sample his filthy cum.
I brought my right index finger to my lips and let a single droplet of the murky white fluid—thick with its fishy scent—fall onto my tongue.
“Haaaaauuuuh♡?”
A vulgar moan slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t even have time to savor the taste or texture. Arwen’s ferocious mana surged past my tongue and tore straight into my brain. It was on an entirely different level from the mana I had felt in his blood earlier.
“So it wasn’t a lie after all. To think his semen could carry mana strong enough to make my tongue sting. I almost want to dissect him just to see.”
I glanced at him, but Arwen remained completely silent. It didn’t matter. The semen produced by that pathetic premature-ejaculator cock now belonged to me alone. I was already excited to discover what kind of magic potion I could brew with it. And every now and then I could taste it directly, just like this.
“Time to clean up, I suppose. Sorry to Emilia and that dirty-bearded old man, but you’ll have to die here—”
“Shut your mouth right now and don’t move, you drug-pickled psycho bitch.”
What did oppa just say? Has fear driven him insane? …Wait, what is this?
I realized something was wrong only after the words should have left my mouth. In fact, I hadn’t spoken at all. My lips were sealed as if glued together; no matter how hard I struggled, they refused to part. But that wasn’t the real problem. An invisible heat burned below my navel, a searing sensation I had never experienced before that now completely dominated my body.
Did Arwen do something? Poison? Magic? Or… a curse?
“Finally, some quiet.”
Arwen rose from his seat and stared down at me—frozen like a statue under a petrification curse.
“Fucking bitch. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish you were dead instead.”
He began walking slowly toward me. I wanted to scream for Bulk to help, but it was impossible. The idiot had lost his sense of self; even though his master was in danger, he simply stood there blankly.
No, no! Someone—anyone—help me!
The silent scream echoed inside my skull like a cry of despair.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish you were dead instead.”
I walked slowly toward where Melina stood. The monster beside her showed no reaction at all. As expected, it only responded to Melina’s orders. Now that its master had become my puppet, there was nothing the creature could do.
“…”
Melina stared at me with eyes wide in pure horror. The way her throat trembled told me she was probably screaming for mercy inside her own head. Scream all you like. That poor student who had become a monster wouldn’t hear a thing.
“Ah, Arwen?”
Emilia’s face showed she had no idea what was happening.
“It’s all right now, Professor. Melina won’t be able to do anything anymore.”
“I don’t know how you did it, but well done! Very well done! First, get these off me.”
Wolfgang shook his bound hands urgently.
“Where is the key to the handcuffs? Answer.”
Melina, who had kept her mouth clamped shut until then, answered in a trembling voice.
“I-it’s in Bulk’s pocket.”
“Then stop standing there like an idiot and order him to take it out.”
“…Bulk, take out the key.”
At Melina’s command the student-turned-monster produced the small key with his massive hand.
“Good. Now shut your mouth again.”
After forcing Melina’s mouth closed once more, I picked up the key.
“Please wait a moment, Professor. I’ll free you right away.”
Melina could only watch in blank despair as the three of us regained our freedom. She had clearly never imagined an ending like this.
“We’re safe now. Thank you, Arwen. And you…”
Wolfgang rubbed the marks left on his wrists and approached Melina.
“You elf-whore bitch. You dared to kill Denian? You won’t die a clean death.”
He drew the dagger from his belt. The sharp blade drew closer and closer to Melina’s slender neck. If left unchecked, he looked ready to slice open her artery and turn the room into a bloodbath.
I stopped him.
“Just a moment, Mr. Wolfgang. I understand how much you want to avenge Denian, but would you leave Melina to me?”
It wasn’t out of sympathy. To be honest, I didn’t particularly care whether Melina lived or died. Cold as it might sound, considering all the evil she had committed until now, dying by the sword would actually be too merciful a reward.
No, it wasn’t sympathy. I simply needed her alive so I could complete the quest the developer had given me. The thought of necrophilia with a bloody corpse from some snuff film titled Still Warm turned my stomach.
Fortunately Wolfgang stepped back obediently and patted my shoulder.
“Damn it… All right. It’s the fish you caught, so handle it any way you like.”
“In that case…”
I leaned close to Wolfgang’s hairy ear and whispered a few words.
“Hoo… Really? Hmm, I see…”
Wolfgang listened quietly, nodding, then readily agreed to my request.
“Fine. You can borrow my things as you wish. As long as that bitch suffers properly.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wolfgang.”
While exchanging a firm, manly handshake with Wolfgang, I caught sight of Emilia’s face. The chaotic events after Melina’s sudden appearance had left dark shadows of exhaustion beneath her eyes.
“Professor, I need to be alone with Melina for a while.”
“…What are you going to do with her?”
“I’m going to make sure she can never challenge us again.”
I didn’t explain the exact method. Emilia had probably guessed what I had in mind anyway.
“I understand. I’ll leave everything to you, Arwen.”
“What will you do, Professor?”
Emilia pointed at the poor giant who had become little more than a lifeless mannequin now that he had lost his master.
“I’m going to try treating that student. I don’t have much confidence I can restore his original form, but as his professor I have to do everything I can.”
“Understood. Thank you.”
Emilia nodded and called out to Wolfgang.
“Mr. Wolfgang, could you assist me?”
“Eh? M-me? I thought I’d be more useful helping Arwen, haha…”
Wolfgang scratched his cheek, clearly caught off guard by the sudden request. He had probably planned to hover nearby while I trained Melina—maybe even sneak in a little participation himself.
But Emilia’s voice was firm.
“Arwen won’t need any help. Come along.”
“Tsk, fine. I’m going.”
Grumbling, Wolfgang still obeyed and walked over to Emilia’s side. She immediately began giving him various instructions.
The professor’s side is settled. Now it’s my turn.
Time was still ticking. The womb tattoo only lasted one hour. I had to finish this within that window.
I pressed the hidden switch in the wall Wolfgang had told me about.
“Come this way.”
“…”
Melina followed my order without the slightest resistance. She passed through the secret door that had appeared in the wall and entered the underground passage leading to Wolfgang’s hidden base. Once she was inside, I closed the secret door behind us. I had no intention of letting Emilia hear the noises that would soon fill this room.
“Good. You may speak now.”
The moment I allowed it, words poured from Melina’s mouth like machine-gun fire.
“What the hell did you do to me? Do you really think the student council will stay quiet after you touched me? If you release me now, I’ll back off quietly, so—”
“Ha. Looks like you still don’t understand the situation. The student council? How would they even know about this place? Didn’t you say yourself earlier that you hadn’t told anyone before coming here? Have you already forgotten?”
“T-that’s…”
Melina’s shoulders shrank. The sight of her caught in her own trap was almost comical.
“Never mind. You won’t be going back to the Academy anyway. It’s an order, so answer me, Melina. Are you a virgin?”
The sudden question about her virginity made Melina’s face flush crimson.
“I-I am…”
“Good. That’s fortunate. If you weren’t, I would have used you once and then sold you as a whore to the miners in the northern mines.”
It wasn’t a joke. I had no intention of adding a woman who gave herself freely to any man into my harem. Still, I had expected that a self-important mesgaki like her wouldn’t have let any man near her pussy.
I calmly informed her of the fate I had chosen.
“Instead, I’ll turn you into my personal onahole.”
Melina looked completely lost. Her pronunciation grew clumsy, like a foreigner first learning the language.
“O-onahole? W-what is that?”
She had pronounced every other foreign word perfectly until now, yet stumbled over “onahole.” Apparently the term didn’t exist in this world.
“Hm… It’s a type of furniture. Just think of it as a hole meant for a man’s sexual relief.”
“Hiiik?! N-no! I don’t want that!”
Melina shook her head so violently it looked like her neck might snap, desperately denying the fate of losing her humanity and living as an object. She seemed to have already forgotten that she had tried to turn me into her personal foot towel. Bad people were always like that.
“You don’t have the right to refuse. From today onward, Melina will no longer be a person—she will be an onahole.”
I began the work of turning the mesgaki into my personal onahole.
“Take off your clothes. Everything—underwear and socks too.”
“Nooo! Forgive me, Arwen oppa!”
“Still playing that tiresome ‘oppa’ game? Sorry, but the time for begging forgiveness has passed.”
Despite her frantic verbal resistance, Melina’s hands obediently stripped away each layer of clothing. In the end, the only thing left to cover her naked body was the pink hair cascading past her shoulders.
Beneath her small breasts—breasts that seemed almost designed to stir guilt in anyone who looked at them—the womb tattoo that had allowed my dramatic comeback glowed bright red. The design, split on both sides like goat horns, shone vividly.
“Good. Now interlock your fingers behind your head and spread your legs.”
“Nooo!”
Even as tears welled in her eyes and she wailed, Melina slowly assumed the exact position I ordered. Thanks to that, I could see the mesgaki’s pure-white armpits and pussy in perfect detail. Both were completely hairless and spotlessly clean.
“Now come over here.”
I called her over while removing my own clothes. Since I was about to inspect the most important hole for an onahole, I intended to give it my full effort.
When I dropped my pants, the cock of justice that would punish her rose proudly. Melina’s reaction was exactly what I had expected.
“N-no way… Oppa’s cock is this huge?”
“You can’t really tell when it’s hidden under pants. So? Does it still look like a pathetic premature-ejaculator’s dick to you?”
“Huuu… I’ll apologize for acting arrogant, so please forgive me. There’s no way something that big could fit inside me.”
“Don’t worry. Everyone says that at first, but they all take it just fine later.”
Melina cried out desperately.
“Arwen oppa, I’m begging you! You wouldn’t feel any pleasure sleeping with a girl who has a child’s body like me anyway! If you stop here, I’ll give you any woman you want from the entire Fleming family, so please!!”
“Even in a moment like this, you’re still thinking of sacrificing others…”
Since ancient times, adult games had taught one universal truth: an incurable woman could be fixed with cock.
“Melina, foreplay is wasted on a bitch like you. Climb on top of me and put my cock inside your pussy. That’s an order.”
With a face twisted in terror, Melina straddled me where I sat on the chair. Her thighs pressed against mine, and my cock aligned perfectly with her pussy. Only insertion remained.
I grabbed her back and pulled her tightly against my chest. I could feel the frantic beating of her small heart through her breasts pressed against me.
“Relax. The more tension you hold, the more it will hurt.”
“Ah, no, I don’t want thiiis! My pussy will tear apart! I’ll definitely die if that thing goes in!”
Even as she screamed in utter desperation, Melina lifted her hips and aligned her tiny opening with the massive, arrow-like head of my cock. Then she slammed herself down with all her strength.
“Ah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah♡”
The instant my cock passed through her entrance and reached her cervix, Melina let out a scream that was almost a wail. Blood—the proof of her lost virginity—flowed from her pussy, which was now skewered on me like meat on a spit.
It seemed she had never even played with a dildo by herself like Masha had. Her pussy was almost unnaturally pure, untouched by any rod whatsoever—the complete opposite of Melina’s filthy personality. It was so tight that I briefly wondered whether penetrating her without foreplay had been too harsh.
“Well, it’s already inside, so there’s nothing to be done. Then, I’ll gladly enjoy the virginity of this arrogant mesgaki bitch.”
Thanking the developer for granting me a daily-use hole, I began the mesgaki onahole training in earnest.