Quality Control
"Hold on! Before we begin combat, let's go over a few precautions~!"
"First! You don't actually need to rescue the hostages~!"
They fainted while being devoured by those pretty clone big sisters, so they're probably having sweet dreams, right? Interrupting such a happy dream is a big No-No!
"Second! Thoroughly inspect the vaginal walls of any used onaholes!"
The pussy-bitches here... unfortunately, they seem close to being total rags! So don't eat loose, trashy junk food. You should pick only tight, chewy pussies like mine, inspect them thoroughly, and then devour them, right?
"Third! There's no such thing as bad TMI!"
You transmigrated into a game, yet you don't even have a status window! How long are you going to survive in this ruined world just frantically sucking on a 'Water Canteen'?
To clear the stage and create your very own flesh toilet—and to build your own sex-slave base—remember that gathering 'information' is crucial!
'Mmm, a truly perfect plan. Thanks, my imaginary, glasses-wearing, big-breasted Explanatory Girl.'
Now, I was truly, perfectly prepared.
Just as the Explanatory Girl—who had always been by my side whenever I played adult games—advised.
No rescuing hostages, thorough quality checks on the pussies.
And keeping just one bitch alive to spit out information would be perfect.
Unlike the tutorial, which had only four enemies, a fairly large number of clones were deployed this time.
The moment I pulled out the three fingers I had stuffed into the Water Canteen's throat-pussy to keep her quiet during our stealthy movement...
Gasp...♡
A refreshing minty scent wafted from my hand, which was coated in her watery saliva.
"Blehh..."
At the same time, her tongue, dripping faintly from her unblocked mouth, drooped out as if begging me, her strong male master, to suck on it more. It stirred a sadistic urge I didn't even know I had.
'Wow, it's such a waste to throw this one away...'
I clicked my tongue in admiration once again at her outstanding performance, especially for a mere "starting onahole" and "Water Canteen" acquired in the tutorial stage.
In this situation where I had to discard her...
No, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for having to let go of someone this good so early in the game.
But what could I do?
If I wanted to acquire even better pussies, wasn't this level of sacrifice necessary?
"Ahe...♡ Ahe...♡♡"
"Oh."
Even so, the sight of her frantically squeezing her pussy while flicking her tongue toward my mouth was still incredibly hot.
I decided to take one last drink before tossing her aside.
Slurp...♡
Suck...♡♡
"Mmmph...♡ Heuup...♡♡"
Drinking her saliva once more.
As I roughly shoved my tongue inside, the Water Canteen responded to the kiss, naturally swirling her tongue around mine as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
To think she could be trained this much in just a few hours.
How long would it take to find another pussy like this?
'I'll miss you for a long time. Farewell, Water Canteen!'
"Kyaah...♡♡"
The moment our thick, sticky, final hydration session came to an end.
Crunch!!
With tears of regret (?) welling in my eyes, I tightly embraced her slender waist.
Snap!!
And just like that, I snapped her long, perfectly aligned spine in two.
"Kyauuuk!♡♡"
"Oh, ooh?!"
Squeeze...♡♡
At that moment, along with her final, convulsing death rattle, the Water Canteen's pussy clamped down with extreme tightness.
"Th-this actually feels pretty damn good."
At the satisfyingly tight, sticky movement of her vaginal walls.
Just when I thought I might ejaculate for the first time since transmigrating into this body...
"...♡"
"Huh?"
Just like her body, which went completely limp with an ahegao face, her pussy lost all its tightness and melted into a loose, mushy state.
'Tsk, she should have held out a bit longer. What a shame.'
Feeling the annoying frustration of being cut off mid-climax, I clicked my tongue, pulled my cock out of the Water Canteen's loose pussy, and...
Threw her broken-backed corpse onto the ground.
Squulch...♡
Drenched in love juice that was sweet and sticky like syrup—unlike her refreshing, minty saliva.
My cock finally saw the light of day after being buried inside her for hours.
Perhaps because I hadn't ejaculated despite exploring her pussy so intensely, my twitching glans seemed to be complaining to me.
The throbbing tip looked as if it were venting its frustration.
'Heh, don't be so impatient, my junior.'
Weren't there plenty of new onahole candidates right in front of us?
Now, the real game begins.
It was time to start the first battle to find a new onahole and a new Water Canteen.
Squish!!♡
Squish!!♡
"Ahhn...♡ I love cock so much...♡♡"
"Ugh, please stop. I-I have a wife I love. Please don't do this..."
"Huh?"
Slap!!
"How dare a fragile human male run his mouth?"
"Ugh..."
"Just shut your trap, keep that useful cock erect, and let me use you as a meat dildo. Got it?"
"Sob..."
"Haaah... I'm really going to cum now...♡ I'm cumming...♡!!!"
"No need to even inspect the quality. Defective junk food, disqualified."
"...Eh?"
Snap!!!
As a celebratory flare to mark the start of this sacred battle, I targeted the defective clone who was riding the captured hostage.
I snapped the thin neck of the junk food clone, who was frantically grinding her slender waist, a full ninety degrees.
"Ugh-gack?!♡"
With a bizarre groan, the onahole collapsed, rubbing her massive lumps of fat against the nameless man's slender chest.
Judging by how she was frantically mating right in front of my eyes...
Her pussy quality was F-grade at best.
She wasn't hot, and she wasn't a waste to kill.
'Loose-pussy bitch, eliminated!'
Now that the celebratory flare to start the farming had been successfully fired.
I briefly contemplated saving the nameless male who couldn't even overpower a single pathetic female clone.
And was just crying while pinned beneath her pussy, but...
"Oh-hng?! I-I'm cumming!! Honey, I'm sorryyy!!"
Perhaps unable to withstand the sudden, tightening squeeze of the clone's pussy at the exact moment her neck snapped, he was already ejaculating.
With a face that was more pathetic than disgusting, he was shooting thick spurts of semen into the clone's artificial womb.
'...Sigh, pathetic bastard.'
A guy who claimed to have a wife couldn't even hold out with the power of love and justice.
Instead, he shot a full load of his "sincere semen"—the very crystallization of love—into a womb surrounded by such a loose, pathetic pussy?
I felt bad for the wife waiting for him, but a pathetic male like this shouldn't be allowed to pass on his genes in this world.
'Not even worth saving. As a fellow male, I'm embarrassed for him.'
As I turned my head with a sigh full of disappointment and contempt for the man...
"Hey, does it feel good enough to scream like that? We need to finish up and incinerate him, so wrap it up and return to—huh?"
The one who had been nagging the defective female clone to hurry up earlier...
The second onahole candidate greeted me.
"Hey, who the fuck are you? Don't move!!"
Seeing her comrade's corpse with its neck snapped ninety degrees and a blissful expression on its face.
The blonde twin-tailed clone, candidate number two, hurriedly pulled a pistol from between her breasts—which were squeezed into a latex high-leg outfit—and aimed it at me.
Wow, pointing such a threatening "pistol" right at me.
Threatening me with a gun drawn from her bouncy cleavage.
'How terrifying.'
Feeling an immense threat to my life from that tiny pistol, I couldn't help but...
"Don't try anything funny and slowly get down on your kn—"
Squulch!!!♡♡
"Hah-ugh???♡♡"
Before I knew it, I used Flash Step to close the distance instantly, appearing right in front of the onahole.
And into her plump pussy, faintly visible through her tight latex high-leg outfit...
I shoved my fingers—still carrying the faint minty scent of the Water Canteen I had used earlier—deep inside.
"Hih♡!? Hiiit♡!!"
Squirt...♡♡
Squirrrrt...♡♡
Even though my fingers hadn't even moved yet.
Onahole candidate number two went ahead and climaxed twice without my permission.
The love juice spraying from her pussy was sticky and decently erotic.
Her hips, unconsciously trying to grind up and down, weren't bad either.
Her neck, visible beneath her swept-up hair.
And the sweet, seductive scent of vanilla wafting from her cleavage was also quite nice, but...
"Ah, everything's great, but the tightness is seriously lacking..."
The most important factor, her pussy tightness—her vaginal quality grade—was far too low.
She wasn't bad to keep around as a temporary "Air Freshener Grade" to use and discard.
But her value as an onahole was vastly inferior even to the Water Canteen I had just discarded back in the tutorial.
"Hey, do you know anything? Like your base, or where your 'original' is located?"
Hoping she might have some useful information.
I whispered into her ear while keeping my fingers stuffed inside her pussy, but...
"Haah...♡ Haaah...♡♡"
Perhaps because of her low-grade pussy.
Even though I hadn't even inserted my cock, the Air Freshener only made ahegao faces and squirted water, completely unable to answer my questions.