Lady Dolores's Onahole Declaration
Lady Dolores's Onahole Declaration
Serena slowly picked up the lump of slime placed on my hand. The ppoyong and bouncy Onahole was far from fitting for an elegant young lady.
I cautiously checked Serena's expression, but it was hard to read her flushed, slightly tipsy mind.
"Hmm..."
A considerable amount of mana concentrated in her left eye, igniting a small, dense flame.
"I want to talk alone."
Pink-haired Luna left the room without fully hiding her expression of contempt, and Stollen wiped away tears as she followed Luna.
Only then did Serena reveal her true feelings.
"Vincent, this is... an Onahole."
"That's right, agassi. Although it's crude due to insufficient materials, this is my ability. Of course, it might not suit you, agassi, being a young noble lady..."
She cut me off and continued.
"It's quite crude, but for it to be appraised as an Onahole means... at the very least, it was processed after receiving an 'Onahole Declaration' from this slime. Do you know what that means?"
"Pardon? An Onahole Declaration?"
"The world has recognized this slime as an Onahole. Without healing, it can never return to its original slime form."
I stood there blankly, staring at Serena. She meticulously inspected the slime, turning it over and even poking her finger inside.
"You didn't do it knowingly. And it seems you didn't know about me either."
"What... do you mean?"
Throwing out that questioning remark, Serena slowly took off her panties.
Not knowing what to do, I cast my gaze to the floor.
"Look me straight in the eye, Vincent. This is the cock of the master you serve."
Beneath the alluring corset line were hips flared out like a jar. And as she slightly lifted the front of her lace-embroidered skirt, a giant hose made of flesh was curled up right there.
Soon, a massive, ultra-thick cock slipped out of Serena-nim's pussy, revealing its majestic presence. Dripping with love juices, that forearm-sized thing gradually raised itself.
Swallowing a groan, I stared at Serena's cock. The young lady's secret was so shocking that my eyes trembled as if struck hard in the head.
It was far too vicious to be a lady's cock. Towering up as it split her lace skirt, it looked to be twice the size of mine, and the glans was shaped both exquisitely and violently, swollen plump without a single wrinkle. A giant dew-like drop of pre-cum trickled down from the very top.
"I need to taste that vulgar slime pussy."
The lady's red tip touched Slami's pussy flesh, and Slami began to twitch, sensing the scent of its new master.
Slami's pussy, dripping with ovulation fluids, was soaked wet in no time and opened its inner flesh just as it had learned, but it looked quite cramped to accommodate the lady's thing.
Regardless, Serena unhesitatingly pulled Slami and forced it to swallow her cock. I had definitely confirmed the elasticity of the Slami Onahole. No matter how roughly it was tested, there had been no problems.
However, having swallowed Serena-nim's red member, Slami stretched to its absolute limit, revealing the shape of the ultra-thick cock, and looked precarious.
"Daring to endure my cock..."
Tipsy and flushed, Serena smiled slightly and readjusted her grip on Slami with soft fingers.
"I think testing this much is enough. Sorry, but I'm not really into monster tastes."
She unhesitatingly pulled Slami off her cock.
Thrown onto the desk, the slime was stretched so much that it was hard to call it an Onahole anymore, and its original form was completely gone. The slime twitched painfully, spewing all kinds of mucus, and its womb was broken, pierced all the way to the cervix.
"Agassi, I'm sorry... Next time I make one,"
"Vincent."
"Yes?"
"I'll give you all the support you want. I'll build you a proper workshop, and buy you relevant books and tools. I'll also give you a nice bedroom so you can sleep comfortably. If you need anything else, talk to the butler."
While she spoke, Lady Serena's flaccid cock swung heavily.
"Thank you, agassi!"
I was dazed, but a thrill of escaping my status as a low-level slave swept over my body.
"Instead, use a human for the next material."
"A human... you say?"
"Hmm... As it happens, there's a fitting target. It's that baronet's daughter who looks down on me every single day. I've invited her to a tea party, so you should pour tea and look for an opportunity then."
"But... but I've never made an Onahole out of a human..."
"They say the talent of an Onahole Maker is one granted by the heavens. About one in a million, they say. In other words, your talent is a heaven-sent gift. Trust yourself."
Serena approached me and gently hugged me. Her plump breasts squished softly, seducing me.
"Vincent, I'm looking forward to it."
She leisurely left the cabin.
*
The bedroom in the annex guided by the maid was quite spacious and cozy.
The food was delicious, too.
The newly provided workshop was in the semi-basement of the annex. It seemed to have been used as a study before, as it was filled with various magical grimoires.
I was sipping expensive black tea while reading the Onahole books brought by the porters.
"Hmm... hmm... Is that so..."
In this world, the talent of an Onahole Maker is extremely rare, with fewer than ten in the Isten kingdom where I currently live. Of course, going to the center, there seemed to be various places like Onahole workshops and imperial-only Onahole rooms, but.
The biggest reason is that if someone who is not an Onahole Maker tries to make one, it simply doesn't form in the first place. Even if made, it disintegrates again or the Onahole cannot be maintained.
The basic rule is, 'Use a human as the material for an Onahole according to the will of the gods.' While there are cases of using humanoid monsters besides that, the number is said to be extremely scarce.
Furthermore, the manufacturing method is quite tricky, leaving the number of Onaholes very small.
In the case of humans, they could only be used as Onahole materials once they received an Onahole Declaration and had their Vagina Seal stamped on a contract. Afterward, they are processed into an Onahole through meticulous training, and completed by engraving pudendal marks. Performance and characteristics are determined depending on the craftsmanship and completion level.
"Ultimately, the key is to get an Onahole Declaration from the tea party young lady..."
It didn't seem likely that a normal young lady would suddenly go crazy, declare I am an Onahole, and stamp her Vagina Seal.
Not even touching my lunch, I kept racking my brain.
"Still, I have various aphrodisiacs and an otherworldly special ultra-thick cock."
It was definitely smaller than Serena's, but Serena's cock was out of spec; mine was by no means small.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Is it possible..."
I hurriedly ran to Serena-nim, and upon hearing my words, Serena-nim nodded. For the remaining time, I fiddled with fabric in the workshop and began making a cushion.
*
Lady Dolores, the daughter of a baronet, arrived at the meeting place with only a single guard.
"Oh my, it's been a while, Serena. Have you been well all this time?"
"You had a hard time coming a long way, Dolores. Now, this way."
Dolores was as beautiful as a rose blooming in a garden.
Turning someone as pure-looking as her into an Onahole made me feel a slight sense of remorse, but after all, I was in a position to follow Serena's orders.
I couldn't back out now.
The chair at the outdoor table was in the form of a stool. A white cushion was laid on top of it. Definitely not a good form for a young lady to sit on.
Serena glared at the maid and shouted.
"Sophie! What on earth is this state of the chair? This is a chair for a precious lady to sit on. Bring a replacement right now!"
It was a rigged game, but Serena's acting was truly top-notch.
"Lady, please forgive my rudeness. The maid will bring a chair with a backrest shortly."
"Ah, it's fine, Serena."
Dolores plopped down onto the stool without much thought.
Serena's dress seemed to have worn a petticoat, an undergarment-like prosthesis for fullness. Moreover, a young lady's underwear is designed to be open at the bottom so there are no issues when going to the bathroom.
If she sits on a stool like this, her pussy flesh would naturally touch the cushion directly.
And that cushion is an Onahole contract written with special dye.
Clutching my trembling chest, I placed the teacups on the table.
A maid was bringing a three-tier dessert tray from afar.
"This is black tea I've been saving. Please enjoy it."
In accordance with Serena's signal, I slowly poured the black tea.
The guard approached to inspect the black tea, but seeing Serena drink it, Dolores felt reassured and dismissed the guard.
She slowly put the teacup to her lips and drank the black tea.
The black tea was fine, but aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens had been applied in advance to Dolores's teacup.
"Hmm, it's a bit bitter, but quite a nice aroma. This is."
Her body would probably start heating up gradually.
Soon, Serena and Dolores exchanged regards after a long time. The two looked quite close on the surface, but Dolores occasionally left pointed remarks.
"Oh my, I heard a rumor. They say a certain family's young lady is a futanari. What kind of man would try to embrace such a lady? Hoho."
Serena laughed off even those words, and I continued to pour the black tea.
After about ten minutes, Dolores's white face gradually flushed as if blood was returning to it, and sweat began to pool slightly and glisten in her cleavage.
Dolores was fanning her face and slowly grinding her hips.
"It's a bit hot. Strange, the breeze was definitely cool earlier."
By now, her heavily soaked love juices would have reacted to the ink on the cushion, forming a Vagina Seal.
Imagining that sight, the excitement of my cock could not be contained.
Suddenly, a transparent window popped up, signaling a change.
[Dolores's Vagina Seal is fading.]
My heart dropped with a thud.
Could it be a failure?
[Succubus Blessing: Corrects the Vagina Seal.]
Hidden beneath her skirt, I didn't know what shape it was in, but it seemed to have gone well. With this, all that remained was the Onahole Declaration.
The rest was up to Serena. I quietly sent a signal to Serena.
"Oh my! By the way, Dolores. Do you know?"
"Hah.. yee-s? What is it?"
Dolores fanned herself and kneaded her legs.
I could feel her breathing gradually growing rougher.
"There's a rumor that a shameless Onahole Maker is wandering around lately. They say he lifts a young lady's skirt, forcibly stamps a Vagina Seal, and makes her issue an Onahole Declaration."
"Pardon? Hah.. ah. Is that so? I should be careful."
"That's right, so. In a situation like that, you must never shout, 'I am not an Onahole-ah'!"
With her face all flushed and worked up, Dolores raised a question.
"Uhm, isn't that a bit strange-oo?"
"What do you mean by that, Lady?"
Reaching the peak of the aphrodisiac's effects, Dolores was slowly rubbing her hips even while talking.
"Uhn-g, it seems to be the opposite-oo..."
"Oh my, you are truly innocent, Lady! No matter what, try not to be innocent all the way up to your head."
Provoked by those words, Dolores ended up blurting it out.
"N-No, in a situation like that, you shouldn't say [I am an Onahole-ah]..."
[Conditions met. Dolores has become an Onahole material.]
"Ah-heheheheheut! Hah-ah-at!"