Taming the Teacher IV [Labella & Idrien & Ilien] (15)
The twins’ holes were truly insatiable, yet the sight of Labella’s cunt twitching and winking desperately for its master proved too much. Deciding it was time to show some filial piety, Marei readily nodded at Idrien’s suggestion.
“Mmm… What are you even saying right now… Lady Labella… Hah…!”
Ilien, who had been listening to the conversation between Idrien and Marei, reacted with exaggerated shock. Yet Idrien, already thoroughly aroused by her sister’s over-the-top performance, didn’t seem to notice anything strange at all.
“W-wait… Lady Labella…? Why, why is she here…?”
“Ah, is this your first time seeing it, sister? The Director of the Audit Bureau is also this perverted little brat’s personal cum-dump.”
Idrien hugged Marei tightly from behind as he crawled toward Labella, one hand roughly tousling his black hair while she bragged to her sister.
“No, what is this… The master’s own mother… How could you…”
“Hehe, remember when we went to the duchy last time? That’s when I accidentally ended up violating her. I’ve been helping ever since. She’s completely broken in now. Every time Marei fucks her, she pants like a bitch in heat, crying out ‘Son’s cock is the best,’ ‘Please impregnate me with your son’s seed,’ and ‘I love your cock’ until she’s a total pervert. Even before you arrived, she was screaming ‘I’m sorry for being such a masochistic meat toilet’ while he pumped her full of cum. It would’ve been hilarious if you’d seen it.”
To anyone with even a shred of normal morality—no, to any being that could be called human, or even to the savage orcs of the north or the beastmen of the south—such words would have been unthinkable. Yet here was Idrien, proudly boasting about the unthinkable. Ilien stared in horror, unable to close her mouth. She covered it with both hands in an exaggerated gesture, though the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile. Meanwhile, Idrien continued chattering excitedly as she rode Marei, mimicking his movements on all fours above Labella. To Idrien, Ilien’s subtle reactions were nothing more than the natural response of someone imagining the depravity and thrill Marei must be feeling.
“B-but… They’re mother and son… How can this be…”
“Marei, Marei. Sister Ilien says you can’t plant your seed in Labella. What do you think?”
“You’re heavy, Idrien… Can’t Ilien do it instead?”
Marei let out a small groan as Idrien subtly shifted her weight, pressing down on him from behind. Sensing she wouldn’t let go until he answered, he turned the question back to Ilien. Watching her older sister grow increasingly flustered, Idrien flashed a twisted smile.
“O-of course it’s wrong… How could you do this to your own mother… M-Master, this is…”
Ilien sat up straight, eyes darting frantically between Marei and Labella. Idrien, still pretending to be unconscious, said nothing as she watched Labella clutch the bedsheets with white knuckles, her face flushed crimson. The corners of Idrien’s lips curved into a perfect arc.
“Labella Mommy is a sex pet just like you, Ilien. So it doesn’t matter, right?”
“W-what are you saying…”
“Ren is a sex pet who does whatever I tell her. I want to use Mommy’s cunt. Can’t I?”
“If you’re asking me, then…”
Every time she was called Ren, Ilien would usually smile with joy. Now, however, she seemed completely at a loss, unable to decide what to do. Though her voice trembled, her eyes remained eerily calm as she stared at Marei—something Idrien failed to notice.
“Hehehehe… Hahahaha! Yes, perfect. Marei, you’re the best. Of course you can. Use Mommy’s cunt as much as you want. I’ll take responsibility. It’s fine if you get Labella pregnant. If she gives birth, I’ll help raise the child. So go ahead.”
“Idrien!!!!”
“What’s wrong, sister?”
Even as Ilien shouted, Idrien didn’t bat an eye. She brushed off her sister’s rage with casual indifference.
“Let’s be honest, sister. If Marei hadn’t trained Labella, one of us would have had to give him up. I was working hard in your place, you know? Did you really think I’d allow Loren to drag Marei off to the Ksakru family? Even if it were for the sake of the family, is there any other way for the two of us to share his love here? A cramped little laboratory? I could never be satisfied with that.”
“Are you insane?”
“Yes, and so are you, sister. You turned your own little sister into a meat toilet, yet now you’re pretending to be the moral one? Since we’ve already turned Labella into a meat toilet too, the four of us can live happily ever after right here. At first I kept pushing her to rape Marei just to break him… but now I simply love this relationship. Labella is cuter than I expected.”
Ilien had no words left. She had only planned to feign reluctance before joining this mad scene anyway, so she simply clamped her mouth shut and let Idrien ramble on.
“Now then, Marei. Order Ilien to help you violate Labella. I’ve prepared so many fun things for today. Right, Marei?”
“I get it, so stop pressing down… Idrien… Ilien, help me. I’m going to play with Mommy a lot, so do exactly as I say. Understand?”
Idrien’s body, which had been pinning Marei down, slowly slid backward. Freed from the heavy meat blanket, Marei immediately pressed his glistening cock against the center of Ilien’s soft breasts, poking them repeatedly as she panted beside him.
“Ah… Ah… This is…”
“Ren? You’re not going to help me? Even though I asked so nicely?”
Ilien swallowed hard. She stared blankly at the drenched, fully erect penis while Marei persistently pinched and rolled her swollen nipples. She seemed to have no idea what she should say.
“This… This is… I mean…”
“Ren, you won’t?”
Staring into those seemingly innocent black eyes, Ilien clenched her fists and turned her head away. Then, with her eyes half-closed and her voice trembling, she uttered words she should never have spoken.
“…Understood.”
Watching her sister being dragged in as if she couldn’t resist, Idrien inhaled deeply, like an artist witnessing the completion of her ideal paradise. A wicked, twisted grin spread across her face, filled with a sense of accomplishment she might never feel again.
No one knew exactly when Labella had begun pretending to be asleep, but her clumsy acting was obvious enough that even the usually oblivious Marei could tell. Of course, both Marei and Ilien knew it was intentional and simply let it slide. To the clueless Idrien, however, it simply looked like a well-trained woman overwhelmed by shame, helplessly waiting to be ravished by her own son.
“She really does have an attractive figure. Though Marei probably prefers big breasts like ours.”
Idrien spoke loud enough for Labella to hear. When she saw Labella’s fist clench slightly, Idrien covered her mouth and laughed. Labella’s pure-white breasts, covered in kiss marks and topped with hardened nipples, were by no means small—they were overwhelmingly large compared to the average woman. Still, they couldn’t compare to the massive chests of the twin elf sisters who had been remade into happy little meat toilets.
“How about it, Marei? Don’t you like our breasts more than Mommy’s?”
“Big ones are nice, but these are Labella Mommy’s breasts, so…”
“Seriously… You’re supposed to say you like ours better at times like this, you know?”
At the boy’s brutally honest reply, Idrien pouted and slowly rubbed his cock against her chest. Seeing Labella smile faintly at Marei’s answer, Idrien gave a small snort. She could barely contain her excitement, wondering when Labella would finally “wake up.”
“So, what should we do now?”
“Mmm… Ahh… That feels good. Hmm, what should I write…”
The young boy, leaning against his female teacher’s breasts and breathing heavily from the pleasant service, stared at the black marker in his hand and fell into thought. Ilien sat by Labella’s head, firmly pinning both of her arms above it. The boy knelt between Labella’s widely spread thighs. Behind him, Idrien hugged him tightly, rubbing his cock. In the boy’s hand was a black marker, and right in front of him lay Labella’s exposed pussy—green pubic hair glistening with slowly leaking semen, like a carefully tended lawn.
“Can’t you just write ‘Meat Toilet’?”
“I already wrote that on me. Hmm… How about ‘Son-Only Cunt’?”
Staring at Labella’s lower belly, Idrien discussed with Marei what would be best to write. Since the marker used permanent ink, once it was written, it wouldn’t come off easily. Their discussion grew deeper and deeper. Even as the two calmly debated writing something so obscene and incestuous on her body, Labella continued pretending to sleep—though her body twitched and trembled, and a sudden gush of love juice squirted from between her legs.
“Hehe… You really are stubborn.”
“Huh? Me?”
“No, no. Marei, what do you want to write?”
The fact that she remained still even now was the same as openly begging Marei to defile her lower belly with filthy words. Though she spoke to Marei, Idrien licked the boy’s earlobe and slowly stroked his cock as she watched his reaction.
“Umm… Son-Only Toilet…?”
“Not bad. There’s plenty of space anyway. Go ahead and try it.”
With Idrien’s permission, Marei brought the marker to Labella’s lower abdomen. The area around her well-groomed pussy and the base of her belly was covered in neat, green pubic hair like a meticulously maintained garden.
Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.
“Nngh…! Hng…! Hng…!”
As the marker moved across her skin, Labella could no longer hold still. She squirmed and let out soft moans. The words ‘Son-Only Toilet’ were now clearly written on her. When Idrien had trained her, Marei had scribbled all over her body for fun, but writing something like this on his own mother filled him with a depraved thrill. The tip of his cock, being pumped up and down by Idrien’s hand, began spurting thick white ropes of semen that splattered onto the floor with wet plops.
“Let’s write on her thighs too. Hmm… What should we put? Any ideas, Marei?”
“Ah, yeah…”
Unlike the enthusiastic Idrien, the boy’s eyes were timid. He kept swallowing hard as he stared at the words ‘Son-Only Toilet’ written across Labella’s white lower belly. He already covered her body with semen every day and filled her womb to the brim, yet seeing the words written so clearly made him feel like she truly belonged to him. It was a twisted sense of satisfaction.
“Then on one thigh, let’s draw an arrow pointing to her pussy and write ‘Son’s Cum Dump.’”
“Like this?”
“Yes, the handwriting is pretty. You’re doing great, Marei. At this rate, Labella won’t be able to wear short skirts for a while. Kukuku… Oh, how about we write her creampie count on the other thigh…? Wait, then she really won’t be able to wear skirts at all. What a perverted, horny little master you are.”
Having reached her own conclusion, Idrien gave Marei a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I want to write it.”
“Huh? The creampie count?”
“……Yeah.”
At the shy boy’s response, Idrien burst into loud laughter.
“Hahahahaha, good, good. Yes, write it. Every time you cum from now on, we’ll mark it on her thigh or belly. Yeah, that sounds perfect. Do you like writing on her, Marei? Should we do other places too?”
“That… I don’t like anyone else seeing Mommy’s body except me.”
Twisted possessiveness. Idrien loved this side of Marei more than anything. When he held her, or Labella, or Ilien in his arms with that greedy ownership burning in his eyes, everything else in the world seemed worthless. That was why she wanted to hear more of his whining.
“What a greedy little boy. But Labella has to get married, you know.”
“M-married?”
“Yes. Even though you were adopted, Labella is still young and from a good family. She’ll need to take a husband from another noble house. Naturally, she’ll have to give you up then…”
Idrien had no intention of ever letting Labella go, but she wanted to tease the young boy whose body trembled with sticky possessiveness. She wanted to push him just a little more, just a little further.
“T-that’s…!”
“You don’t like it?”
“Yeah… I really hate it. Labella Mommy is mine.”
“Then what about me?”
“Idrien… Ilien… All of you are mine.”
The young boy’s eyes blazed with rage and viscous possessiveness as he declared that the three women, who received endless courtship from men wherever they went, belonged to him. Idrien trembled, thighs quivering, and let out a small orgasmic gasp.
“Yes, yes. Me, sister, and your mommy—we all belong to you. We’re your meat slaves. So let’s leave proof. I want to make her have your baby right now, but you’re still too young. That’s why we’re writing like this. Go on, write as much as you want.”
Idrien slowly loosened her arms that had been tightly hugging Marei. At the same time, the young boy climbed on top of his mother. He pressed down hard on her thighs, which were dripping with arousal, and thrust his inhumanly huge cock straight into her cunt. The thick meat rod that had settled at her entrance was mercilessly driven all the way to her cervix.
Thrust. Thuuuuuuuuuuuust!!!
“Hiih…! Hng…!”
“Mommy’s warm cunt and womb are all mine. Right, Mommy? Doesn’t it feel good, Mommy?”
Labella had kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep, but the sudden penetration and the massive cock battering her cervix forced her eyes open. She gasped harshly. Her soft brows furrowed tightly as a moan mixed with submission escaped her throat.
“Nngh… Haa… Hng… Y-yes… Master…”
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Inside the supremely soft, melting flesh, her inner walls tightened lovingly around the cock stirring her belly. It was a perfect hole, now completely resized so that no other man’s cock could ever satisfy it again.