Black and White Pussy Duel (1)

The Chicken Coop Pussy had put on quite the entertaining show, but that was it. My dick was still screaming that it was hungry for more women. It was throwing a tantrum inside my pants, demanding I hurry up and fuck any NPC I could find. But I ignored it.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, my friend."

Just in time for a great idea to hit me.

I reached out and opened the quest window. The cooking contest participation quest that had just appeared was now marked as unavailable. Well, I'd limited participants to virgins with intact hymens, so that was expected...

But I can just become a judge instead.

Tap tap—

I immediately edited the quest. With admin privileges, tweaking the text was all it took, and this god game would handle the rest. All I had to do was let my imagination run wild.

And the result?

"Hmm, that should do it."

Now the participants would offer up their pussies to me on their own. Hell, they'd even compete with each other. The sight of them acting like their common sense had been altered en masse... just imagining it made me—

Gulp.

My mouth's watering already.

Ugh, I couldn't wait any longer. Time to go.

Fast-forward time three days and teleport to the square!

"FastForwardThreeDays!!"

I entered the command into the console window. Instantly, the scenery shifted.

What I saw was a vast square. Nearly a hundred beauties were milling about, buzzing with chatter. Checking the admin console confirmed they were all over twenty.

The venue was originally the imperial palace, but it changed on its own.

The unexpectedly large number of participants was probably because I'd removed the status restrictions. The venue switching to the square was for the same reason.

Now, I wonder if Chicken Coop Pussy showed up...

I set aside idle thoughts and scanned the participants.

Just moments ago—in game time, three days prior—the high elf who'd put on that exposure show after I altered her to end her virginity had me curious if she'd come.

Unfortunately, Chicken Coop Pussy hadn't been that resilient.

-Murmur murmur.

"Did you hear? That elf who wanted to join here ended up leaving the capital."

"Crying her eyes out, saying she'd hole up in the forest forever or something..."

"Apparently she begged them to discard the crystal that recorded her until the end. Said she'd live forever as the shame of pussy elves."

"Poor thing..."

Hmm, she couldn't handle ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the humiliation and bolted after all. I kinda wanted to see her sobbing and begging, but oh well.

Anyway... time to change my outfit first.

"A suit's perfect, right?"

I brushed off the disappointment and pulled up the console. My clothes instantly switched to a sharp purple suit. That should keep them from dismissing me as shabby.

Alright, let's do this.

"Ahem, is everyone gathered?"

"...Huh? W-who are you?"

"I'm Kim Doyeon, the chef judging today's pussy contest. You're all adults, right?"

I stood in the center of the square. The hundred beauties all focused on me.

"Come to think of it, I heard the princess specially selected a judge... and it's that guy?"

"What's his connection to that princess?"

"......"

Beats me.

Their questions had me curious too, but I'd figure it out when I met the princess later. Ignoring it, I continued.

"First off, has anyone here served nobility before?"

Step one: narrow it down to twenty. A few hesitated before raising hands. They were noticeably prettier than the rest.

"I work at a famous restaurant, so..."

"My father's the imperial chef! Of course I have that kind of experience too!"

"Ho ho."

I'd phrased it as cooking experience to avoid only sluts showing up in a pussy contest... but they got it just fine. Looked like cooking and pussy concepts were weirdly intertwined for them.

Worked for me.

"Then come over here. We're filling twenty spots, so step up if you qualify."

"Y-yes..."

I waited about three more minutes. Twenty girls with a noble air had gathered. A few others tried midway, but they got cut by the group themselves once they hit a certain level—like, you don't belong here. Auto-filter gold.

"Okay, we've got exactly twenty."

"What now? We pick the best pussy right here?"

They were full of themselves, faces brimming with enthusiasm and pride as they chattered. The other participants sighed, figuring status gaps were insurmountable...

"From now on, you're all White Pussy rank."

"...White Pussy?"

"Yes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You've already proven yourselves, so White Pussy rank gets a privilege: exemption from round one."

"So we're not competing among ourselves..."

"Those are Black Pussy rank. The twenty Black Pussies who pass round one will compete against you."

"Tch, thought it'd end quick."

My "round one exemption" line flipped their reactions. The White Pussies grumbled at missing an easy pass; the Black Pussies—odd term, but anyway—the rest smiled, glad for their shot.

"In exchange, you'll be temporary judges for round one."

"Judges?"

"From the remaining eighty participants, select just twenty with the best pussies. Discuss and choose."

I even threw in some power-tripping. The White Pussies' gazes turned interesting, but whatever. Jealous? Grab admin privileges then.

"Note: Any White Pussy who passes an obviously inferior pussy gets disqualified immediately. Choose with your pride on the line."

I jerked my chin arrogantly, and the White Pussies sighed, dispersing to positions.

-Murmur murmur.

"P-please, I..."

"You're out. Came to a pussy contest without trimming your pussy hair?"

"You're out too. Doesn't get wet even when licked—total defective product."

"You... on hold. Let's see how you judge the others."

The White Pussies moved efficiently after that. Top chefs of their age group lifted Black Pussies' skirts, yanked down panties, and licked away. Sounded like a polar bear howling somewhere, but probably just my imagination.

"Um, she said I passed..."

"Come here for now."

"Hyah♡ Th-thank you♡"

I groped the tits of the Black Pussies who'd passed and come to me while waiting, and the judging wrapped up quick. Women flocked to my side. The rest left with disappointed faces.

Soon, they sorted themselves into Black and White Pussies.

"All done. What's next?"

"Then let's start round two. It's one-on-one Black and White Pussy duels."

"...Black and White Pussy duels?"

"Each Black Pussy picks a White Pussy opponent, then gets their pussies judged. Loser is eliminated immediately."

I explained the rules, inspired by a famous cooking show. The White Pussies haughtily lifted their chins. The Black Pussies stirred uneasily. Wondering who would challenge first...

"Estelle."

"...Ho ho?"

A Black Pussy in a chef's uniform stepped up. A bit intimidated, but her steps were resolute. She headed straight for the woman called Estelle, a White Pussy, who smiled back.

"Lia. Long time no see?"

"I learned cooking from that guy too. Even if not as well as you, his daughter..."

"No, you just sucked at cooking compared to me. I'll win this pussy duel like back then too."

"Th-that's not set in stone...!!"

As they started talking...

Hmm, rivals, huh. Tasty drama.

"The loser of this duel goes home immediately."

"Fine. I'm winning anyway."

"I-I won't lose...!!"

"In that case. Please prepare your pussies."

And so the historic round two began. The two women dropped their panties and hiked their skirts. A hairless, smooth White Pussy caught my eye.

"A-a twenty-year-old smooth pussy..."

"Twenty-four, the next top imperial chef's pussy. Perfectly groomed, ready to taste as-is."

The Black Pussy seemed unsure. The White Pussy confidently explained hers—gets wet easy, top quality, etc.

I squatted before them to inspect.

-Squish.

"Hyah♡ Hnng, hah♡"

"J-judging two pussies at once...♡"

"Ho ho."

They're good at pussy too, not just cooking. Didn't expect clit-touch reactions like that. But...

I decided the moment I saw them.

My mind was made up. What came next was just for show.

To seem fair, I'd throw in some chef lingo.

"Miss with the brown hair on the left? Your pussy isn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠evenly wet. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Not uniformly soaked."

"What about me? I'm passing, right?"

"Hmm. Humidity and tightness are spot-on, but the plating intent behind this pussy... it doesn't quite hit."

Full critic mode. This should let me pretend to deliberate before announcing. But,

"Wh-what!? You're no chef—how dare you critique my pussy!!"

"...Tch."

Making culinary pride apply to pussies had this side effect. I sighed and reached into the air, pulling up her status window.

I planned a tweak to the White Pussy's settings.

That oughta do it.

"Then let me show you proper plating."

I spoke after the edit. The White Pussy, who'd been ready to snap back, suddenly looked anxious.

"I-I'm better than you..."

"Just strip already."

"Wh-why the clothes?"

"Simple is best. No need for pointless garnishes when showing basics."

"So picky..."

She started undressing. No one batted an eye, figuring it was for judging. Same for my next moves.

"Lie on this table, back down."

"Done."

"Now lift your legs as high as you can, forward..."

Even this vulgar pose had them watching with interest...

"L-like this?"

"Perfect."

The result: that ridiculous position. Pussy? Her asshole was fully exposed too. Pussy juice dripped from her wet slit.

"But why..."

She wasn't embarrassed—just purely wondering if this pose was better than before. The others watched eagerly too.

Mess this up, and my authority tanks. Sure, one admin click and I could declare godhood, but where's the fun?

"This makes it way easier to thrust my dick in."

Straight bullshit. They all blanked at first, but I ranted on.

"What is a pussy, anyway? A place to insert dick, impregnate, and birth kids."

Thus, a top pussy always considers the dick. Easy insertion, easy seeding.

"But that pose? I had to squat. You focused on your pussy, ignoring the inserter."

There. I crossed my arms. Applause erupted. Even the White Pussy looked fully convinced.

-Drip drip.

"Indeed, if it's hard to insert, no plating saves it..."

Juice dripping down her body—utterly pathetic sight. Anyway.

"But the other was the same. Not deducting just you."

"...Meaning?"

"Now, announcing the result of this one-on-one Black and White Pussy duel."

I placed a hand on the White Pussy's plump pussy. It gushed, practically begging me, fat pussy. Looked like drool for victory, but probably dick more than win. Whatever.

"Please...!!"

The Black Pussy, panties still down, clasped her hands desperately. Bonus: she hiked her skirt high, showing off her dripping pussy in case I changed my mind.

-Stir stir.

"Who wins?"

"White Pussy, duh. Estelle's legit."

"Our Black Pussy held her own? They picked top-tier themselves, so who knows."

The onlookers tensed. I slowly lifted my hand from the pussy. Sticky juice stretched like a thread.

Just before it snapped, I declared boldly.

"The survivor of this one-on-one pussy duel is—!!!!!"