Give Them Bread and Virgins Come Rolling In
How many situations leave a man feeling more thoroughly conquered than when a woman is sucking his cock?
And if that woman happens to have a pretty face and a body carved by the gods themselves, it only gets better.
“L-Like this? Is this how I lick it?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Run your tongue along it like that, then take it into your mouth and suck.”
“Like this… hnn… mmph.”
The beggar woman carefully closed her lips around my thick cock, tasting it for the first time. That cautious, clumsy touch carried a purity that stood in sharp contrast to her filthy skin, and it only made my lust for her burn hotter.
“How’s it feel, sucking a cock for the first time?”
“I-It smells… something really rich and savory…”
“Doesn’t bother you?”
“I’ve seen far dirtier things than this… If anything, it’s addictive… I almost want to just swallow it whole…”
She stretched her mouth wide and took me deeper, then began gently bobbing her head. Before long, without a single further instruction from me, a natural fellatio was underway.
“That’s it. In and out with your mouth just like that…”
“Mmph… hnn…♥”
Fuck. A virgin who’d never even seen a man’s cock was sucking me off for a single loaf of bread.
The excitement was already past the point of holding back. I grabbed her head and released everything I’d been holding in.
“Nngh—can’t take it. Coming!”
“Mmphh!!”
Hot semen flooded her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, then slowly deflated with audible gulps until my cock slipped free. She parted her lips and panted heavily.
“Bleh… i-it’s bitter…”
“Don’t waste it. Swallow every drop.”
“Bleh… gulp.”
She licked up the thick cum and swallowed it all. What should have been repulsive instead left a strange look of satisfaction on her face.
“A man’s… body fluids… I’ve never eaten anything this thick before. It makes my stomach feel full somehow…”
Feeling full from semen alone. Just how desperate had her life been for something like this to satisfy her?
But even if she was satisfied, I wasn’t finished yet.
“Want to try something that’ll fill you up even more?”
“Th-There’s something like that?”
“Heh. Just do as I say. Stand against the wall and spread your legs…”
Obediently she leaned her back against the wall and parted her thighs. The pussy that came into view was a vivid, pure pink—completely at odds with the rest of her ragged appearance.
Clearly never used.
In most games, slum beggars are whores who sell themselves for coin. But in this world, where the concept of sex barely exists, even the beggars are still virgins.
“Heh… this world really is the best.”
I felt not the slightest hesitation about claiming a virgin who’d simply fallen into my lap. I pressed the head of my cock against her spread folds and prepared to push in.
“Relax your legs.”
“W-Wait. I’ve never put anything in there before… it’s a little scary…”
—Schlick!
“Ahhh~~~♥”
The moment I thrust inside, her head snapped back. Her whole body convulsed as if she still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I held her steady and asked how it felt to lose her virginity.
“Well? Does your stomach feel fuller?”
“Y-Yes… something thick is inside… it’s tight…”
—Squelch!
“Ahh~!!”
I started moving. She reacted to every stroke with hypersensitive little jolts. That pure, unpracticed response only fed my arousal. I fucked her steadily as her juices began to flow.
“Haa… hnn… s-something’s getting hot… my whole body’s burning…”
“That’s my cock you’re feeling. Keep going and it’ll feel even better.”
“F-Feel better… you mean it can get better than this…?”
—Slap slap slap slap!
“Ah, ah, ah, ahh~ a-oh, ooh~ ooh~~♥♥”
I picked up the pace. Her moans turned raw and ragged. Soon she was clinging to me, half out of her mind. I held her tight and drove myself as deep as I could go.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? You want me to keep pounding you like this, right?”
“I-It feels so good~ my head’s going completely white…♥”
—Slap! Slap!
“Eek!! I-It’s coming up~ something’s rising~!”
Probably the first climax of her life. I felt my own release building and prepared to slam into her hard.
“When that happens you say you’re coming. Go on—shout it out!”
“I-I’m cominggg~~~♥♥”
—Spurt spurt spurt!
“Oho… oooh…♥”
We came together. Her body trembled violently as she collapsed to the floor. Satisfied, I dug the remaining bread out of my pack and tossed it to her.
“Here. The bread I promised. This is what you wanted, right?”
“Eh… ehh…♥”
Even with the bread she’d been after right in front of her, she couldn’t bring herself to reach for it—still lost in the afterglow of her first orgasm. In a single moment she had been thoroughly corrupted into a woman.
Yeah. I could keep using this for a long time.
“If you want more later, come find me. Spread your legs like you just did and I’ll give you all the bread you want.”
“Y-Yesh…♥”
She answered through a tangled tongue. Looking forward to what came next, I casually left the scene and made my way toward the sewer exit.
And so, whenever I ran into her while working, I would hand over bread and receive sexual relief in return.
I got rid of the pent-up lust that built up during hard labor; she got enough food to get through the day. A perfect win-win arrangement.
The turning point came the day she brought someone else to me.
“U-Um, cleaner sir… today there’s one more mouth to feed… i-is that all right?”
“One more?”
“Yes… this girl here…”
From behind her stepped another woman in equally ragged clothes. Her face and body, however, were every bit as impressive as the others I’d met. The hopeful way she looked at me was pure fuel for my excitement.
“M-My friend told me… that if I just spread my pussy, I can get bread…”
“Sure. If that’s what you want, I’ll give you as much as you need.”
“Ehehe… th-thank you, sir. You’ll be blessed for this, I’m sure.”
Haha. Blessed? I was already getting more than enough blessing just from her offering herself.
“Ah, oh, oh, ahh, oh, oh, nngh, ah, ahh~♥♥♥”
“What the hell? I’ve barely started and you’re already squealing like a pig?”
“B-But it feels so good~♥♥”
“Feeling this good already isn’t allowed. I haven’t even gotten started.”
—Slap! Slap!
“Eeeek~~~!! A man’s cock can feel this good~~ I’ve wasted half my life~~♥♥”
One loaf of bread was enough for her to open her body. A few thrusts later and her mind had completely collapsed. Another brand-new onahole, thoroughly broken already. I kept pounding the wrecked girl with satisfaction while the first beggar woman watched from the side and finally spoke up, voice hesitant.
“C-Cleaner sir… when you’re finished with her, could I… have a turn too?”
“I’ve only got a little bread left. That okay with you?”
“Y-Yes… just watching you do it made my pussy start throbbing all of a sudden…”
Heh. So now she wanted cock even without the bread.
All the work I’d put into her was paying off. The thrill I felt looking at her now was different from the pure pleasure of deflowering a virgin. Watching a girl I’d already turned into a woman was like stacking snowmen—quiet, cumulative satisfaction.
“Hyaaah~ c-cock’s here~♥”
“Feel good?”
“I-It feels so good~ fuck me harder~♥ cum inside and make my belly even fuller~~♥♥”
Hard to believe she’d been a virgin only days ago. Now she was nothing more than a cock-crazed bitch. The sense of conquest surged through me. Wanting to cement my dominance further, I made her an offer.
“From now on, call me Master.”
“M-Master…?”
“That’s right. You’re my sex slave, and your holes exist to take my cock. Understand?”
—Slap! Slap!
I slammed into her harder. Her body arched violently as she climaxed.
“Y-Yesh~~♥ I-I like it. I’ll serve you as my Master~ after all, you fill my belly and it feels this good…♥♥”
—Slap slap slap slap!
“Oh, oh, ooh, ooh~~♥ i-it feels so good, harder, fuck me harder~~♥”
I filled the newly declared cock-slave with another load of cum. She collapsed to the floor with pure ecstasy written all over her face—as if being fucked senseless had finally given meaning to her life as a back-alley beggar.
“M-Master… I’ll be a sex slave too, so please… more cock…”
“Heh heh. Gladly.”
How many days did I spend pounding those two after that?
Before long they were spreading their pussies for me without being told, and they started asking for my semen more than the bread that kept them alive.
“C-Cock~ Master’s cock~~♥♥”
“I like Master’s cum better than bread now~ fill my belly even more~~♥”
Heh. Hand out a little cheap bread and sex slaves who call me Master come rolling in on their own.
Maybe sticking with the cleaning job instead of becoming an adventurer wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
After another satisfying day of work, I headed for the bathhouse the cleaning staff used, the same as always. I sank into the hot water and let the fatigue melt away.
“Haa~ who needs heaven when you’ve got this?”
Screwing my beggar sex slaves every day was one thing, but this bath time was what I looked forward to most.
The pay wasn’t great, but they actually cared about hygiene, so the facilities were surprisingly large and well-equipped for a medieval fantasy setting.
And since I always stayed late after everyone else clocked out, I got the whole place to myself. That was part of the fun—being able to use it as freely as I wanted without worrying about anyone watching…
“Oh. Someone’s already here.”
A voice from behind made my body lock up on pure reflex. It wasn’t a man’s voice.
It was a woman’s—and not just any woman. The one I’d been eyeing the entire time I’d worked as a cleaner.
“Uh… Chief?”
Standing there was Enol, the Sewer Cleaning Chief.
And she was completely naked. A single towel barely covered anything; it was nowhere near enough to hide that voluptuous body.
“Heh. Staying behind alone to wash after everyone else has left. I’ve been watching you—you’re quite the diligent one.”
“Uh… what about you, Chief Enol? Why are you here…?”
“I handle the final cleanup myself, so I work late as well. That means I can only bathe once everyone else is gone.”
She spoke casually and slipped into the bath with me. Those massive breasts floated up on the surface, and my eyes locked onto them and refused to look anywhere else.
“If this makes you uncomfortable, I apologize. Men and women usually bathe separately because of cultural differences, but this bathhouse closes after this hour. We’re both pressed for time, so I’d appreciate your understanding.”
“Ah—yeah. If that’s the case, no problem at all.”
So they had separate bathing customs, but mixed bathing didn’t bother them much. Meaning I could probably walk straight into the women’s bath and only get a few dirty looks instead of being thrown out. Fuck, what a perfect world for a man. This place really was heaven.
“That aside, your body is remarkably well-built. Do you do any special training?”
“Uh… well, the work is pretty rough, so…”
“The overall balance is enviable. In my case, these oversized things are constantly getting in the way.”
She looked down at her own enormous breasts with a faintly bitter smile. I couldn’t hold back any longer—my cock swelled hard, the head rising just above the water. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed.
“Hm? That is…”
“Ahem. Guess I used a lot of strength today. Got a bit… excited.”
“Oh? Men experience that sort of thing?”
“Yeah, just a physiological response.”
She stared at my erect cock with nothing more than mild curiosity. Once again confirming how thin sexual knowledge was here, I decided to push my luck.
“Chief… if you don’t mind, could you wash my cock for me?”
“Me? Wash your… thing?”
“Yeah. Just a little skinship between colleagues. And if possible… maybe use those breasts of yours to wash it.”
Getting a paizuri from those ridiculous tits would feel fucking incredible.
It was a bold request, maybe even reckless, but after a brief moment of fluster she nodded.
“Mmm… well. You’ve worked harder than anyone in such a short time, so… all right. Let’s take this opportunity to share a little camaraderie.”
Hell yes. A world without sexual knowledge is the best.