The Twins' Laboratory [Ilien & Idrien Ksakru] (6)
Massive breasts that defied description, fertile hips that looked ready to burst, and thick thighs radiating raw, healthy allure. Beneath their deceptively soft appearance lay toned muscle, a tightly cinched waist, and the faint outline of abs. Among all elves—whose beauty was so divine that only the most fervent devotees of the Solar Church would dare deny it was the goddess of beauty’s personal favoritism—these bodies stood at the absolute pinnacle. No, even “pinnacle” felt inadequate. These were obscenely lewd, sexually charged female forms lying side by side on the bed.
Idrien panted harshly, her trembling thighs refusing to stop shaking as she simply let them lie there. From her gaping pussy poured a thick torrent of semen so concentrated it looked pure white rather than milky, spilling out in heavy, viscous ropes.
Beside her, her twin older sister Ilien was bent over on the bed, her enormous breasts swaying heavily as she was fucked with brutal force. Both arms pinned behind her back, chest thrust forward, the massive mounds swung in opposing circular motions, heavy and unrelenting.
Plap, plap, squelch, squelch, squelch. The wet slap of flesh. The sound of something thick and viscous being rammed into a tight, narrow hole. Inside the perfectly soundproofed room, the obscene noises and raw moans echoed without pause—sounds that could never escape through the sealed windows.
“Kkhh… M-Masteeeer… Haaang… My pussy, my pussy’s gone stupid… it’s become a complete idiot… Hckkkhhht…!”
Between their joined bodies, a sticky mixture of semen and clear nectar had already formed a thick pool that ran down Ilien’s thighs and spread into a large puddle on the floor. The violent slapping of flesh drowned out even Idrien’s ragged breathing.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—!!
A pure-white, voluptuous body was being offered up to a boy far younger than herself, ravaged without mercy. He had laid the twin sisters side by side on the bed and taken turns fucking them repeatedly. Now it was Ilien’s turn. Her meaty hole was already overflowing with cum, yet he still drove his cock back inside with savage force.
“Hiih… Hih… Hiiiit… Hih…!”
Ilien’s head thrashed wildly. The overwhelming pleasure surging through her body made her long legs quiver pitifully. Normally she would have clutched the sheets or blanket, gladly accepting the ecstasy at its source. But with both hands pinned, she could only roll helplessly through the swamp of pleasure, soiling herself completely.
“Haa, Ilien’s cunt… I really, really love it. Yeah, ngh… My hips won’t listen to me. I can’t stop… Hngh… Ngh… Ngh…!”
Even as Marei spoke of inevitability, saliva dripped from between his clenched teeth, running down his chin and splattering onto the ass of the female professor he was brutally fucking. The soft, pliant body that met his thrusts with loud slaps clearly pleased him; his eyes had already rolled toward the ceiling as he mindlessly bucked his hips.
Between their joined bodies, violent pleasure overflowed. From the twitching, flower-patterned asshole nestled between Ilien’s crushed buttocks, white semen leaked out in steady streams.
“Hah… Haang… Hah… Haaaaang… Aaaaaah!!”
In a position far too one-sided to be called mutual intercourse, Marei savagely thrust his cock into her. Seeing the winking, greeting asshole right before his eyes, instinct took over. He released one of Ilien’s arms and shoved his fingers straight into the cum-filled hole.
“Kiih… Hih… Both at the same time… my ass… Hngh… Aaaht… Haaung…!”
The moment his fingers invaded her asshole, both holes clamped down with terrifying strength. The squirming vaginal walls suddenly tightened like a blackout, freezing under the pressure.
“Ngh… Ren. Ren, loosen up. Your cunt’s squeezing too tight… Kkh… I said loosen!”
Unable to continue his piston movements against the mercilessly tight grip, Marei instinctively released her other arm and brought his palm down hard on her pale, plump ass.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
“Hiih… M-Masteeeer… Hih… Hih… My body’s moving on its own… Haaht…!”
“Loosen up, Ren. Hurry. Hurry up and loosen!!”
Even as the young boy’s palm struck her ass while his chest pressed against her back, Ilien showed no anger—only reverent apology, as if she had done something wrong. But to the boy lost in the heights of carnal pleasure, her words were useless.
“I’m sorryyy…! P-Please forgive meee…! Hngh… My body won’t… Hiiit… It… Kkhkhkhht…!!”
Was it so unfair to be struck by her beloved boy? Or was it so heartbreaking to fail to meet her Master’s expectations? Transparent tears welled in her pleasure-glazed eyes and began streaming down her cheeks.
Slap… slap… slap… slap…
Even when he tried to move his hips, the brutally tight walls only brought discomfort. Marei could only scold Ilien even more harshly. Of course, if one saw how he mercilessly drove his fingers deeper into her asshole, it was clear he was simply toying with his bitch.
“Ilien! Ilien! I told you to loosen up!!”
“Haaaang… I-I was wrong… Master… I’ll loosen now… Hihiiit… Hih… Iiit…!”
Ilien bowed her head pathetically, sobbing. The old Marei would never have acted so roughly toward a woman who gave him her entire body. But the image of Idrien using Ilien to please him just moments ago refused to leave his mind, so he continued.
“You stupid bitch! Hurry! Loosen right now! The only thing you’re good for is your holes!!”
“I-I’m sorryyy…. This stupid bitch who’s only good for her holes is sorry for not serving properly…!!”
Marei’s expression twisted—whether in laughter or rage was impossible to tell—as he listened to Ilien’s desperate cries. He slapped her ass again with loud, sharp smacks.
The look on Ilien’s face as she received scorn and humiliation from her tyrannical young Master was nothing but pure ecstasy.
Ah… My beloved Master. Just like this. So wonderfully.
Lady Labella had told her to watch and wait as she slowly changed, but if she had known her reckless little sister would train their Master this perfectly, she would have acted sooner—
“Ilien, hurry!”
The rough call of her name from her Master cut off Ilien’s thoughts. Instead, she deliberately tightened her holes even more slowly, hoping to draw even harsher, filthier words from Marei’s mouth, hoping the word “stupid” would fall from his lips on its own.
“Ilien!!”
“Yeees…! Yeeeees…! Please forgive this stupid elf who’s only useful for her holes… Hngh…!”
She simply twisted her whole body, desperately trying to show effort. A stupid elf who was only useful for her holes. Ilien felt her mouth go dry as she prayed that Marei would call her that again.
Her ass, already slapped dozens of times, was bright red with handprints. Yet the mere thought of being called a useless, stupid elf while being spanked sent her straight to orgasm.
“Stupid elf who’s only good for her holes!! I said loosen up!”
Here it comes!!!
Ilien barely suppressed the ecstasy threatening to burst from her throat. Seeing her Master panting so roughly, she decided this was enough for today and slowly relaxed the tension in her lower belly.
“Hngh… Good. Well done, Ilien. Good girl.”
Marei smiled with satisfaction at the way her hole returned to normal after his earlier savage treatment. He grabbed the waist of the bitch disguised as a female teacher and drove his cock back inside however he pleased. Her abdominal muscles twitched faintly in weak resistance, but the even better grip than before let him push all the way to her cervix. The boy let out a pleased sigh.
The thick, muscular sensation inside her body that had been pushed to its limit, combined with the soft mucosal walls, felt like they were devouring his cock. The incredible elasticity made him think of Lee Ha-eun’s distinct “King” shaped abs. He wondered what hers would feel like.
“M-Master……”
Ilien’s voice shattered his wandering fantasy. At the same time, the shame of having such thoughts and the sadistic thrill from her bright red, plump ass made Marei slap her again.
Smaaaack!!
“Heeheehih…!”
“An elf who’s only useful for her holes… Ah… Aht… Ngh…!”
Seeing Ilien gasp, Marei bit his lip in sudden panic. Ilien was someone precious, yet he had called her an elf only useful for her holes. Goosebumps rose across his skin from the excitement. He glanced at her nervously.
Squuuueeeelch…!
“Hih… Th-Thank youuuu…!”
Ilien’s enormous breasts quivered as she began to cry out shamelessly. Sweat-slicked semen from earlier in the act clung to her back like jelly. Her entire body radiated such obscene steam that it seemed to beg for him.
“I-I’m sorry. Even though I’m nothing but a perverted masochistic bitch… I dared to wish for Master’s grace first…”
“Ah, yeah… That’s right…”
Was this really okay? Marei felt a strange twinge, but Ilien’s reaction made him dismiss it as nothing.
“M-Master… Please……”
Ilien carefully watched the much smaller boy’s expression, then rubbed his cock—still buried inside her spread pussy—against her belly.
“Could you… give this stupid elf bitch… plenty of Master’s cock…?”
“Ah, yeah…!”
The brutally intense rhythm had broken. In the midst of his uncertainty, Ilien’s coaxing made Marei cheer inwardly. He gripped the fertile curve where her perfect ass began and threw himself back into furious pistoning.
On the narrow bed, the three of them huddled tightly together.
“Haa… Haa… Master’s cock is still so angry. Hehe…”
“How many times will it take to satisfy you…? Hehe, still so vigorous. You perverted little brat.”
With the small boy sandwiched between them, the twin elf sisters licked his cheeks, kissed him, and showered him with endless affection. Their long limbs wrapped around his body, holding him firmly in place so he couldn’t escape. Their breasts pressed heavily against the young boy as Marei’s hands naturally wrapped around their waists. The three lay sticky and entangled on the bed.
Even then, the twins’ hands continued lovingly stroking the angry pillar between the boy’s legs. After countless orgasms, Marei lay half-dazed. The two heated bitch twins clung to him, wrapping his body with their burning skin. They purred with pleasure, greedily inhaling his scent.
“Sister, how many times did you do it?”
Idrien, hugging Marei tightly from the left and constantly rubbing her body against him, asked Ilien carefully. She wanted to monopolize him, but since it was her sister, she supposed sharing the count fairly was acceptable. Idrien looked at Ilien with an anxious face.
“About eight times, I think…?”
Thank goodness.
Idrien barely held back the joyful cheer rising in her throat and answered with a deliberately casual smile.
“Then I’ll take seven. I’ll go first this time, okay?”
“Ah… Yes.”
Seven times? Ilien had counted nine just from what she had felt. She had no idea what to do with her greedy little sister. Watching how she acted toward both Lady Labella and Master sometimes made her want to leave out of sheer anxiety. As her younger sister, Idrien had crossed far too many lines. There was definitely a limit to what Labella de Pawen could laugh off.
To her, this was nothing more than entertainment. No—it was a pet given to her beloved son, yet the pet had bitten its owner. No, biting would have been fine. During training, the pet had begun acting as if it were the owner, while the real owner was being led around by his own pet. All without knowing where Lady Labella’s patience might end.
“Hehe, Marei. Stick out your tongue. Kiss me lots, not Sister—me.”
Idrien puckered her lips and persistently kissed the boy’s lips and cheeks. Marei responded by turning his head, tangling their tongues stickily in the air.
“Hehe, my tongue feels the best, right? Aht… Don’t push it into my mouth like that~”
The boy gently embraced her back, stroking her wet shoulder blades.
“Master, me too… Ah…”
Ilien barely swallowed the sigh rising beside them. Monopolizing him is unfair. She bit her lip and glared at Idrien. Why does Lady Labella allow this?
Her frustration rose to her throat. Idrien pressed her nose against their Master’s neck, inhaling deeply to calm her anger. Stupid bitch. A small curse toward her sister slipped out.
The Inspection Bureau was one of the empire’s highest institutions. The position meant to keep the empire’s second most powerful figure in check had not been created merely for Loren de Pawen’s convenience.