Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: May I Put My Dick In?
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“Don't just stand there like an idiot. Get up on stage already.”
Her tone was pure command.
The woman I'd bumped into in the hallway earlier.
Cat-like features.
Arrogance piercing the heavens.
Her black dress swayed with every move.
Arms crossed, she jerked her chin toward the stage.
That speech pattern of hers kept grating on me.
A snide way of drawing lines, utterly lacking class.
Treating people like servants.
But I was the underling here.
Strictly speaking, I was the top dog, but right now, I was the hired clown.
I shuffled awkwardly onto the stage.
The waterproof sheet under my feet felt weird against my soles.
A strange sensation.
Like climbing onto an operating table as a lab rat.
Or a fish flopping on a cutting board?
'So, from here on out, it's a masturbation show...'
A sigh escaped me.
Damn it. Should've done a little more research before coming.
Blithely trusting Mom's word was my downfall.
A fountain show, my ass.
I thought it was just a metaphor.
Had no idea it meant literally blasting water cannons in front of an audience.
I glanced around.
Sofas arranged in a circle.
Women seated on them.
Mom was right.
All young.
No grandmas in sight.
Mostly late twenties to early thirties.
Some had celebrity-level looks.
Glamorous dresses.
Heavy perfume wafting up to the stage.
'...But why the hell am I getting turned on?'
I'm losing my mind.
This should be mortifying.
My heart was pounding like crazy.
Beautiful women everywhere.
All eyes on me.
Just watching, right?
No.
Their gazes were sticky.
Scanning my body.
Shoulders, chest, abs, crotch.
Appraising me.
'That guy's packing some real meat?'
'How much can he shoot?'
'Would it fit in my hole?'
That's what it felt like they were thinking.
And these were all women who'd come specifically to watch me jerk off.
Voyeuristic desire.
Being the object of that desire.
It stirred up this weird thrill.
- Throbhhh-.
The reaction hit.
My dick twitched in my pants.
Pitching a tent.
Before I'd even started.
Already asserting its presence.
You lewd bastard.
No patience, just like your owner.
Fuck it.
It's gotta happen anyway.
If you can't dodge it, enjoy it.
That's my motto.
I shrugged off my jacket.
Plop. Plop.
Tossed my shirt aside.
Bare torso exposed.
“Ooh...”
“Oh my...”
Gasps erupted.
My hidden muscles roared to life.
Abs sharp and defined.
Pecs firm and solid.
Home workouts to forget about sex.
Every night, fighting the urge to stroke it, I'd done push-ups.
Squats.
Sit-ups.
Far from forgetting lust, I'd just gotten healthier, virility ramped up.
Better circulation only boosted my erections.
But today, that training paid off.
The ladies' reactions were kinda cute.
Hand over mouths, giggling.
Eyes sparkling.
Rich, innocent big sisters?
High social status or not, instincts make 'em all the same.
Females cheering for prime male flesh.
Alright, time to prep.
Didn't expect it to kick off so abruptly.
But I was the invited Royal Jelly.
Time to do my job.
Unbuckled my belt.
Dropped my pants.
Underwear too, all at once.
Whoosh.
- Thwack!
My dick sprang free.
Sliced through the air, standing tall.
Legs spread shoulder-width.
Proudly.
My cock was already raging, on the verge of ascension.
Veins writhing like earthworms.
Tip flushed bright red.
“Kyaaah!”
“Oh my god!”
“It's... so real...?”
Screams bordering on cheers.
Applause too.
Satisfying response.
Hand on my dick.
Rock hard.
Just needed to shake it now.
Shake it and spray over their faces, tits, desires.
But then.
A sudden idea flashed.
Fleeting thought.
'No reason I should be the only one stripped.'
Exactly.
This was unfair.
Me naked, playing the fool.
Them in fancy clothes, elegantly spectating?
Not my style.
I'm an interactive clown.
Audience participation show.
Hand off my dick.
Stopped mid-stroke.
The rich ladies looked puzzled... no, big-sister types.
Why'd he stop?
Already over?
That kinda faces.
I grinned.
As sleazily as possible.
“Seeing all you beautiful big sisters watching... I'm a little tense.”
Lowered my voice.
Big sisters.
They reacted to the word.
Hohoho.
Giggle giggle.
Love being called big sis.
Women of any age eat up "sis" or "unnie."
That shy vibe was turning me on.
Girlhood sentiments hidden under pricey makeup.
Time to tease it out.
“So... could you big sisters provide me with some 'material'?”
Material?
Murmurs rippled through the ladies.
What material?
Tissues? Lotion?
Or a dirty mag?
I covered my naked body with my hand.
Eyed their clothes.
“Showing it raw like this... my dick's a bit too... substantial, you know?”
A quick-on-the-uptake woman snickered.
Front row, red dress.
She stood.
Slipped her straps down.
Slither.
Dress pooled at her feet.
In lingerie.
No, sheer lingerie.
Everything visible.
“How's this? Material enough?”
She taunted.
Perfect.
A-grade stuff.
Others caught on, chuckling "ooh, fun," starting to strip.
Competitive fire lit.
Backing out now would look lame.
Acting shy meant you didn't belong.
Women turning nude in seconds.
Dresses shed, bras flying.
Panties draped over sofas.
Whoa...
To witness this spectacle.
High-end hotel room turned strip club instantly.
Carnival of pale skin.
Various builds.
Various tits.
Various pussies.
Eyes feasting.
This the height of luxury?
My dick thrummed happily.
Bowing hello.
Bob. Bob.
But.
One woman scowled, arms crossed.
Still dressed.
The cat-faced one from the door.
Black dress her.
Only she stayed clothed, glaring with displeasure.
Arms pushing her tits together.
Did she know that made it hotter?
'Something bugging her?'
Can't read the room?
Or prideful type?
I made my dick twitch once.
Toward her.
- Boing, boing.
Cock waving.
Come on, strip already.
Join the vibe, don't kill it.
She snapped at the dick gesture, annoyed.
Sharp voice.
“Cheeky bastard... This your playground?!”
Her bark froze the room.
Air turned icy.
Chatting ladies shut up.
Others looked dumbstruck, like honey-mutes.
Gauging the mood.
One fumbled to redress.
'She the top bitch here?'
Obviously.
Youngest and hottest, but max power.
Chaebol wife?
Or host?
Whatever.
She snapped at me.
“Just do what you're told... Think Royal Jelly makes you special? You're just paid whore meat!”
Harsh words.
Insult.
Normally, it'd piss me off.
But...
Honestly? Not scared.
Why?
Elite lady chewing me out, yet it turns me on more?
Heart racing faster.
Dick harder.
Masochism?
No, I'm more S.
Paused to think.
This deja vu.
'... Ah!'
Fuck!
That woman!
She looks just like her!
The lead in those pornos I watch.
[Disciplining the Arrogant Female Boss] series.
[Breaking the Haughty Rich Girl] series.
99% sync with that actress.
Cat eyes.
Snotty voice.
Contemptuous face.
The type who acts superior till schooled by dick.
Image matches the porn girl.
No, identical.
So the ending should match too, right?
Genre rules.
'And apologizing now would sting my pride...'
Yeah.
She's rubbed me wrong from the start.
Looked down on me in the hall.
Rude speech.
Hurt my pure heart.
Time for an apology.
Strode to her.
She sat on the sofa, legs crossed.
As I approached, her brows twitched.
“What're you doing? Back off!”
Ignored her.
Slid my leg between her knees.
Straight up.
My dick halted at her face level.
She seated, me standing.
Eye-level lesson.
Monster cock thrust in her face.
She flinched back a bit, surprised.
Pupils shook.
Tough talk, but instinctual fear leaked.
'As expected, speechless before dick.'
Then.
A voice in my head.
No, telepathy from my dick.
- Dick dick.
...What?
Misheard?
- Dick dick.
... You little dick.
Finally lost it.
Talking now.
No, expressing will.
Jerk off now?
Here?
In this woman's face?
Insane proposal.
But.
'Whew...'
I like it.
True to my dick.
Most humiliating, stimulating way.
You ignored me, so I'll shake my goods in your face.
Show how great this thing you despise is.
No hesitation, hand on dick.
Her eyes followed my hand.
Gripped.
And.
- Slap. Slap. Slap.
Started jerking.
10cm from her face.
“Y-You... you...!”
Her face flushed crimson.
Should be furious, but words failed.
The massive meat throbbing before her eyes.
Raw piston motion.
“Cr-Crazy fuck... Get it away now?!”
Yelling, but eyes locked.
Pupils tracked my glans up and down.
'This big sis is more innocent than she seems.'
A real player would've laughed or shoved.
She's frozen.
Gawking at my dick, pupils fixed.
Reasonable suspicion.
Just fronting tough.
All talk.
Then...
Time to confirm-kill.
Stopped my hand.
Dick still rigid.
Looked in her eyes, politely asked.
“Big sis. May I put my dick in, perhaps?”
Straight ball.
Her mouth gaped.
“Y-You... cheeky...!”
Trembling.
Hey, I said it politely.
Still too bold?
Then more polite.
Fancier.
“Big sis. My dick's upset. Could you comfort it with your pussy?”
...
Silence.
Then.
“Puhahaha!”
“Kyahaha!”
Laughter exploded beside us.
Other ladies rolling, clutching bellies.
Too absurd, or too satisfying.
Mood flipped.
Terror gone, festival vibe.
Women ganging up on the rude one.
Now she's the target.
“What's wrong, sis~? He wants to put it in your pussy~”
“Just do it once~ He's Royal Jelly~”
“If sis won't, I will? Look at that thing, huge.”
Momentum shifted our way.
Majority rules.
Democracy wins.
The woman before me grumbled “Ngh...!” but floundered.
Face about to burst.
Torn between pride, curiosity, mood.
But she knew.
Refusing now could shift the hierarchy.
She slowly lowered her hand.
Grabbed her skirt hem.
And.
Flip.
Hiked it up.
Panties?
None.
No-panties girl too.
Acts all prim, but slutty inside.
'Elite lady pussy!'
Immaculate grooming.
Neat pubes, glistening pink.
Juices shimmering.
Prepped and ready.
“...Do it quick. Before I change my mind.”
She spat, head turned.
Tsundere?
Delicious reaction.
My dick saluted.
Bon appétit.
Spread her thighs on the sofa.
Pressed cock to pussy.
“Here I go!”
Hngh!
Hips thrust.
In one go.
Squelch-!
Buried deep.
Tight.
Gripping squeeze no joke.
“Hngh!” Her moan burst.
Head turned, now she stared.
Eyes glazing.
That instant.
Splash-.
Liquid sprayed my face.
Warm, fishy fluid.
Couldn't open my eyes.
“Guh! Glugh!”
Jet stream followed.
Psheeeee-.
'Wh-What the fuck!'
Endless squirt from her pussy.
Every hip buck hit my face.
Onlookers cheered.
“Wooo! She erupted!”
“Sis squirted! Fountain squirt!”
All I could do: stand dazed, drenched.
Water dripping from my face.
Can't see.
...Wasn't the fountain show supposed to be mine?