Empty Promise
Empty Promise
-Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak!
In front of me, three men simultaneously masturbated their cocks with their hands.
Their hand movements were quite unusual, as if they desperately wanted to unleash a huge wave.
By my standards before I was transmigrated, I wondered how they could keep holding it in.
At the sight of the three of them, I stuck my tongue out further, making it a little easier for them to aim.
But even so, I knew.
Even if I opened my mouth for them to cum inside, they would never ejaculate correctly.
And that's because—
-Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak!
"Ugh, I'm cumming!"
Unexpectedly, Arnold was the first to start ejaculating, unable to hold back his urge.
-Byureureureut.....!
The pure white Semen that began to spray vigorously from his urethra immediately struck my mouth and lips.
-Hudu-duk!
".....Hiyak?!"
The moment the ejaculated Semen touched my face, it was incredibly hot.
Truly, it was hot enough to cause burns, if I were to exaggerate just a little.
And he ejaculated such a large amount that another stream of Semen slid down my neck, completely dirtying the area around my chest with Semen.
"Uwaah....."
As I trembled, savoring Arnold's ejaculation, Eden's ejaculation began immediately, as if not giving me a moment to rest,
and soon after, William also immediately began to spray an enormous amount of Semen.
-Hudu-du-duk.
The Semen spraying from both sides startled me so much that I involuntarily turned my head.
Soon, Eden's failed shot of Semen landed on my left forehead, and William's Semen, going in the exact opposite direction, messed up my hair.
-.....Jureureuk.
".....Ugh."
The Semen that had cum on my forehead, being full of viscosity, slowly dripped down stickily, making it impossible for me to open one eye.
".....Haah, haah."
Even though I hadn't ejaculated, my breathing was ragged as if I had.
My entire face was already covered in two men's worth of Semen, and my hair was also soiled with Semen as if it had been caught in the rain—
".....Heeu-eut❤️"
How could I not get excited?
From my nasal cavity to my nose and mouth.
Every organ meant for smelling and tasting was smeared with Semen.
Thanks to this, whether I breathed or swallowed saliva, every smell was the smell of Semen, and every taste was the fishy taste of Semen.
These were clearly sensations that should feel unpleasant and disgusting.
Of course, it was unpleasant.
The thick, concentrated smell of Semen that made it hard to breathe.
And the gritty, fishy taste of Semen felt on my teeth and tongue.
If it had been like with Merchant Kalle, shortly after I was transmigrated, receiving Semen on my body, I would have shuddered and washed it off with water until my skin was raw.
But now—
"Heeu-eung.....❤️"
I didn't feel any particular repulsion.
On the contrary, my Uterus even trembled pleasantly.
As I lay covered in Semen for a long time, someone brought tissues and towels and began to hand them to me.
Regrettably, the strange act ended here.
I immediately took them and began to wipe the Semen off my body.
.....Honestly, it was a secret that I felt a little regretful while wiping it off.
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"So, they offered 150 gold to Jerad?"
".....Ahem."
"Uh, um....."
"..................."
"Haah....."
Of course, I did say that I'd get back at Jerad by taking money from the academy students and selling my body or whatever.
But isn't this too much?
Anyway, a contract is a contract, so me helping men with their sexual needs is okay.
Especially since Jerad imposed the restriction that he couldn't touch my body.
I can understand that much intellectually, but.....
Not a single penny coming to me,
"How can that be?"
"..................."
"..................."
"..................."
Honestly, when I downloaded game Mods, there were many with very strange names, and among those I looked at closely, there was such a Mod.
Prostitution Mod.
The simple description of that Mod was this:
Story-specific items needed to progress the story, commonly known as quest items.
And among the consumables sold by shops or merchants, particularly expensive items that were hard to obtain.
It was a Mod where, instead of acquiring such items or buying them with money to continue the story or purchase them, you paid the price with your body.
"Haah....."
And I can never forget that Mod.
That's because I've already used it once since transmigrating here.
Merchant Kalle, whom I mentioned earlier.
I desperately tried to earn money to buy a Magic Staff from him, but in the end, the most valuable thing I possessed, having transmigrated less than a month ago, was none other than my body.
Thanks to that, I was able to buy a Magic Staff at a discounted price with just one Paizuri.
Even though I'll be performing fellatio, which is more intense and stimulating than Paizuri, and will also be using my breasts and hands in the future, I get nothing?
"Bu-woo.....!"
I unconsciously puffed out my cheeks.
".....Hey, over here."
Someone, perhaps Arnold or Eden, called me from behind, but I didn't bother to answer.
I didn't even turn my head in the first place.
I was a little angry, and even so, the three of them who proposed this, knowing I'd get nothing, were despicable.
Even a prostitute gets paid for selling her body and experience, but I get no money and have to provide free service?
This isn't even being a prostitute; what's the difference from just being a Living Onahole?
"Hmph."
This was the time to think calmly, but I wanted to express my feelings a little, even if it was just a complaint.
Because if I didn't vent my emotions in such a small way, I felt like I would get too angry.
An awkward silence followed, and perhaps feeling sorry for me, the three behind me also kept their mouths shut.
After some time, my swelling emotions began to subside.
Of course, that didn't mean my anger had completely dissipated.
Still, I couldn't keep pouting like a bitch, demanding to be appeased.
Thinking that way, my anger gradually subsided, and I calmed down.
Only after cooling my head did I slowly continue my thoughts.
"Was it 150 gold?"
Arnold, Eden, William.
They weren't quite in the ranks of great nobles, but they were scions of families with enough power that calling them minor nobles wouldn't be accurate either.
The amount these three offered to Jerad to monopolize me for a few days without sharing me with anyone else.
And they, two months later, when the contract period ended,
promised Jerad a profit of over 300 gold.
Then, let's work backward from there.
Was the promise they made to Jerad a contract?
No.
They had only given Jerad 150 gold as an advance payment; there was no contract, weakness, or restriction between them, unlike with me.
This meant they had no obligation to unconditionally hand over 300 gold to Jerad.
"Whew....."
Then, there are a few methods that immediately come to mind.
But is there any benefit for me in doing so?
Benefit.
There is no benefit.
That was something that ceased to exist for me from the very beginning, when Jerad secretly filmed my masturbation video on the rooftop.
If so, there's only one thing I can gain.
Simply giving Jerad a big screw you until the very end before graduation.
However, if that happens, all I'll gain until the very end is misery.
A life where I have to service men with my hands and mouth for two months just to give Jerad a big screw you.
No matter how good it feels, it's utterly terrible.
But I didn't want to be forced to hand over the 300 gold earned with my body to Jerad.
If that happened, I would truly become an irredeemable whore.
People have a habit of always looking for excuses when faced with an unfavorable situation.
No matter how diligent a person is, they'll probably blame others at least once in their heart.
And I was no exception to that.
From the start, I was already beyond hope of becoming a saint—no, a holy person.
Before transmigrating, I had thrown trash on the street and participated in gossiping about others.
Therefore, it was a natural progression for excuses to pop into my head.
There was one option that felt the least unfair.
Instead of reducing the money to be given to Jerad, I could earn money for myself.
The first excuse was money.
Because providing sexual services to men without any conditions felt like there would truly be no turning back.
And the most important thing was the second.
That was, to survive in this world, to Level up.
That's right.
The second excuse was the Level in the Status Window.
After all, if I raised my Level, I would become stronger, and the stronger I became, the lower the chance of being raped.
Of course, as can be seen here.
The price I paid, using money and Level as excuses, was sex.
The vow in my heart, 'I will never have sex with a man, no matter what,' had already been broken long ago.