Education and Encounters (1)
Slurp… Nyam… Sluuuuurp…!
To Marei, who had come up from the countryside, the scenery of Valter and the conveniences of its civilization looked like a child’s playful doodles in a picture book. Carriages were still the main means of moving goods, adventurers existed, and it was perfectly ordinary for people to fear stories of monsters occasionally appearing near villages. Yet Valter had no monsters at all. Instead of carriages, enormous vehicles called trucks carried the load of hundreds of horse-drawn wagons in a single trip, and the word “adventurer” simply did not exist. It felt like an entirely different star.
After his busy (?) school life (?), strange new objects would appear in the house. They slipped so naturally into Marei’s daily routine that it seemed they had always belonged there. Having grown up in the Empire’s most backward region, he could not completely shake the sense of alienation that sometimes rose while adapting to its most rapidly advancing city.
Aum… Haam… Slurp… Slurp…
The trouble had begun when curiosity led him to open the documents lying on Labella’s work table. Southern Commander Activity Report, Pahu Family Heir War, Ranger Unit Security Detail for the Elvenheim Papal Festival, Escort Formation for the Governor-General’s Civilian Inspection Tour, and the realization rate of the blueprints left by Time Attack Account 32.
His curiosity had been caught by the file titled “Realization Rate of the Blueprints Left by Time Attack Account 32,” the man said to have laid the Empire’s foundations. Before long Marei had forgotten he was only peeking and reread the report several times over.
To someone without specialized knowledge the diagrams were incomprehensible, yet attached to the single blueprint written in an unknown language were roughly thirty pages of dense analysis written in the Empire’s common tongue. The title on the front read Cartridge Rifle.
Cartridge Rifle
Blueprint Realization Rate — Time Attack Account 32
“U-um, Mother… over there… hngh… ngh… ngh…!”
Having learned things he should never have known, Marei grew afraid Labella would scold him and tried to look down, but even that failed. He buried his face against the table, delicate shoulders trembling.
“Sluuurp… slurp… Marei, is something wrong? Do you want to cum all over Mommy’s face?”
“Labella, if you’re not going to lick then move. Slurp… lick, lick…!”
Beneath the young boy’s legs, two women had completely removed their lower garments and clung to his crotch, serving him without pause. One was Labella de Pawen—the owner of this very office and the woman Marei had just called Mother. The elf gently pushing Labella’s body aside to lick and suck the boy’s enormous cock was his teacher, Idrien Ksakru.
At Marei’s call, Labella looked up at her beloved master with sticky, adoring eyes. She made no move to wipe away the thick semen smeared around her mouth. Extending her tongue long to stroke the shaft was as natural to her as breathing—an act of service even the finest courtesan could not match.
“I… ngh… I think I saw a lot of things I shouldn’t have… ngh… Uh, Idrien, wait a second… ngh… M-Mother…!”
When Labella simply lowered her head again and ran her tongue along the massive length as though nothing were wrong, Marei called out to her in panic. The two women refused to let the cock leave their mouths, sucking with wet, hungry sounds like people starved for days. Though they were usually like cats and dogs, when serving him they paid no mind even when their tongues touched. Every delicate moan that left the boy made their lower bellies tremble; they spilled sticky nectar onto the floor as weak orgasms rippled through them.
“W-wait… hngh… ngh… uhhng…! Why are you… ignoring my words again… khh…! Ngh… if you squeeze there… hngh…!”
With her cheeks puffed full, Labella massaged her son’s precious balls and wore an expression that clearly advertised how angry she was, all while savoring the sight of the panting boy. Of course, with the cock stuffed so deep in her mouth that her cheeks hollowed, no one could possibly tell she was upset.
“La-Labellaaaah… khhng… ngh… if you knead there… uhh… uhh…!”
Labella’s grip was so strong it was impossible to tell whether it hurt or felt good. Far from feeling any sense of danger at having his balls seized, Marei could only drool as the urge to ejaculate surged uncontrollably.
“It’s nothing important, so you don’t need to worry, Marei. Hehe, I thought you wanted to paint Mommy’s face, but Idrien stole the first shot. Lick. Lick. Mmm…”
Even though her young son had read a major imperial secret accessible only to authorized personnel, Labella showed no sign of concern. Finding his inability to fully grasp the weight of the Pawen name both cute and lovable, she licked around his belly with the tip of her tongue in place of the stolen cock and gently massaged his balls.
“Labella, I’ll yield a little, so stop licking strange places and come suck together. Slurp…”
“Thank you, Idrien. Sluuurp… a little more to the side. Yes… right there… sluuurp…”
Pleased by Labella’s obedient attitude, Idrien generously gave up the supreme piece of meat she would never normally surrender. She had grown quite fond of the woman who came so shamelessly while taking the boy’s member in her cunt and accepted his urine like a true toilet without the slightest complaint.
The two women’s lips met at the head of the cock. Their different tongues rubbed along either side of the shaft, lovingly polishing their master’s pillar.
Sluuurp… slurp… nom… nom…
While sucking the boy’s cock and smirking at the sight of the naked Audit Bureau Director wriggling her ass and gulping semen out of her hole, Idrien noticed Labella encroaching on her territory. She pushed her head forward even farther, swallowing more of the length.
“B-both of you… hngh… too… ngh…!”
The transparent nameplate reading Labella de Pawen, Director of the Audit Bureau sparkled on the table. Marei still did not fully grasp her position. The mere knowledge that she was the head of such an enormous organization, combined with the fact that he was receiving service from her inside her own office, excited him far more than usual.
His cock was so violently erect it nearly touched his own stomach. The mother and the elf pressed their faces tight against him; their hot breath tickled his lower belly, and every time their flowing hair brushed his skin he flinched and leaked more white fluid.
“Slurp… Marei, cum a lot for me. If you only leak it little by little like this… slurp… it doesn’t taste as good… Ah, Labella, it’s my turn…!”
“Gulp. Who says there are turns? First come, first served. Besides, since I’m Marei’s mother, it’s my duty to handle every drop of this baby juice.”
It was utter nonsense, yet no one present pointed it out. Instead of answering, Idrien simply pressed her face even closer to the massive cock—whether convinced by the Director’s logic or deciding it wasn’t worth a reply.
Idrien smiled slyly, clearly pleased with Labella’s behavior. At first she had merely sneered at the pathetic sight of the trained woman, but now she acknowledged her deep in her heart as a colleague. Of course, one beneath her. Nothing more than her young lover’s sex toy and breeding sow.
“Is your son’s cock that delicious, Labella?”
“Slurp… be quiet. Slurp… slurp…”
Idrien seemed intoxicated by the sight of Labella shaking her head while devouring her son’s length. When she had first been violated, Labella had screamed curses; it was impossible to imagine that same woman now pressing her lips to her son’s cock beneath an office desk like a whore and soaking her thighs.
“Marei, touch Mommy’s nipples too. Ngh… yes… like that… ahng… slurp… it feels so good…!”
Labella’s breasts—too large for even an adult man’s hands to fully grasp—were being relentlessly deformed by the young boy’s fingers. Enchanted by their soft yet resilient elasticity, Marei obsessively played with them even as she continued her devoted fellatio. Following the lewd mother’s nasal pleas for more, he rubbed the perky pink nipples with his fingertips, pinched them hard, and tugged.
“Marei, me too—touch me a lot too. Mine are bigger than Labella’s, right? Ahhng… ngh…!”
Idrien gathered her own breasts and laid them on the boy’s thighs. Conscious of Labella, she mixed coquettish nasal moans into her voice—sounds that anyone who knew her would find shockingly erotic. As if he had no choice, Marei reached out, seized the stiff nipples, and pulled them long. Idrien threw her head back and willingly drowned once more in waves of pleasure.
Like a pair performing paizuri, the two women sandwiched the boy’s legs between their breasts and shook them up and down in service.
“I want to do it inside now… Idrien, come up here.”
“Hehe, yes~ my master.”
To Marei it was simply taking turns stirring their meat toilets and relieving his lust, but Idrien, believing she had been chosen, gave Labella a quick glance before rubbing her crotch against the boy’s thigh and slyly climbing onto the chair.
“Look, Marei. Can you see your baby juice still dripping out of me?”
Idrien spread the lips of her bushy pussy with her fingers, showing the opening that still gushed thick semen, and smiled lewdly. Her clitoris stood fully erect, peeking out boldly. It might have seemed a little large, yet compared to her long legs and the lovely shape of her entrance it actually looked rather delicate.
Squelch… sluuurp… squelch…
The hole contracted and relaxed on its own, pushing out thick clumps of semen with every spasm.
“Look at my hole that squeezes you so tightly even now. Doesn’t it seem like it’s begging? ‘Please give me cock~ Please give me cock~’?”
Marei nodded happily as Idrien proudly introduced her meat tunnel that tightened softly even before penetration.
“I’m going to get pregnant. Hehe… four more years, is it?”
After calculating Marei’s age and realizing four years remained until adulthood, Idrien wore an expression that mixed slight regret with dreamy ecstasy. She leaned against him, pressing her soft, resilient breasts—capped with rigid pink nipples—against his chest.
Idrien knelt on the chair, and even with Labella present she lowered herself, rubbing her entrance against the tip of his cock.
“Shall we skip the contraception magic today? If I get pregnant, we’ll simply live with it. How about it? Hm?”
Idrien’s whisper in his ear nearly made Marei nod before he caught himself and deliberately looked away.
“No matter how low the chance of a half-elf, if it’s your thick, concentrated baby juice on my dangerous day, I’ll definitely get pregnant. So… how about it?”
Why did the words “dangerous day” sound so seductive? Marei unconsciously nodded, then quickly shook his head. He remembered his promise to Labella. The first child must be born to her no matter what—or at least only with her permission. The promise with the mother he loved most in the world was engraved even in his unconscious, yet Idrien’s temptation was powerful enough to shake it.
“Really? What a shame~. I’ll ask again on your next dangerous day, my beloved master. I’m so looking forward to seeing whether you can endure for four whole years. Hehe.”
SQUELCH…!!!!
“A-ah, aah, ah… i-it’s all the way in… all at once… s-so good…! Hng… hng… La-Labella… khhng… ah, at the same time inside… hehehehe…!”
Idrien laughed like a little devil and instantly swallowed the boy’s cock all the way to her womb in one smooth, honey-slick motion. Labella frowned at the rude, wild mare’s behavior, but to quench her thirst she extended her tongue and buried her face between Idrien’s buttocks.
Marei arrived at school so early that other students were shocked. There were many reasons, but the most important was that he had grown accustomed to Labella’s habit of waking at dawn. Specifically, he would open his eyes to a pleasant sensation, greeted by a supreme female body already serving his cock as naturally as breathing—or by her large breasts wrapped around him, begging him to cum.
Any ordinary person would have been exhausted after such violent activity that it seemed the body might break, yet the more he ejaculated the more vitality boiled up inside him and the more completely his fatigue vanished. For a boy who slept less than two hours a day, spending more than half of it planting his seed in supreme female bodies was not tiring at all. It was simply natural.
Lately Idrien, who still did not realize she was being trained and mistakenly believed herself the apex predator, had begun visiting the house. Yet she still found it burdensome to sleep embraced in Marei’s arms and would secretly slip away at dawn. Because of that, Labella continued to be forced (?) to perform the rough labor (?) alone.
The boy who craved his own flesh without end rarely lost momentum no matter how many times he came. Until it was time for him to leave for school, his adoptive mother—whose body had been remodeled into this lewd form—endured the abuse (?) of accepting every long, heavy ejaculation inside herself.
Unlike the relaxed, pleasurable caresses of evening, the mother moved her hips violently to handle his lust quickly. One load came from her rapid hip movements, another from her long green hair wrapped around the massive cock while she sucked the tip with loud slurping sounds, another from grabbing her hair and forcing the cock down her throat as she panted and collapsed, and yet another from thrusting into her perfectly depilated, smooth pussy.
By the time the sun rose, the boy of infinite lust—who treated four rounds as the baseline before even leaving the room—had pierced her countless times. Far from showing any dislike, Labella felt guilty that she could not please him properly because she had to make him cum quickly since it was morning.