Chapter 230: Did They Find a Good Man or Something?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 230: Did They Find a Good Man or Something?
“Show me your panties, and I’ll think about it.”
“...You really are a perverted brat.”
I moved the hand that had been gripping her butt and slunk it down to tug at the hem of her skirt.
Perhaps unable to resist my urging, she stretched her long legs out beside me and pulled her skirt up, revealing lace panties that looked like they were severely lacking in surface area.
“...They’re black.”
“Give me your phone.”
Arisa wiped her sticky hands haphazardly on her gown before obediently handing over her phone, even providing the passcode. I took photos of each of the sisters’ faces as they clung to my penis, recorded about ten seconds of video, and then handed the phone back to her.
“....”
Judging by the way she continued to grip and shake my penis, she still had some sanity left, but the fact that she didn't take the phone right away suggested she was dissatisfied that I hadn't put my number in yet.
“My number is expensive, Arisa.”
“...Is there something you want?”
“Record a video every time you masturbate and send it to me, or give me a daily report on your underwear. Do that, and I’ll give you my number.”
Arisa’s hand stopped. It seemed I had set conditions that were a bit too harsh. This was the kind of thing I made Garnet—who got in through the Mother-in-Law Admission Track—or my pet-level females do. I wondered if it was too much for a woman who hadn't even tasted my cock yet, but...
“If I do that... you’ll give me your number...?”
I knew she was the relaxed, older-sister type, but I suppose even a specific persona is something a wolf in heat can throw away at any moment.
I punched in my number, saved it under the name 'Master,' and shoved the phone back into Arisa’s gown pocket.
More importantly.
“Ugh... it’s coming.”
As the sensation of an impending ejaculation reached its peak, the perverted married woman and the other sisters—who couldn't even hear my conversation with Arisa—began to cling to my penis even more aggressively.
Slurp. Schlick. Slurp. Schlick.
Chuuuup. Chup. Chup. Chup.
Aum... Jwaaaaak! Jwaaaaak!
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
I had no intention of holding back, but as the sisters forcibly drew out the climax, I fired my semen directly at their faces.
Splurt! Spurt! Shooot!
Arisa’s hand, which had been shaking my penis, went still. The thick clumps of semen, which should have been sprayed randomly as the penis swung wildly, began to plaster themselves heavily onto the faces of the clinging sisters.
“Weh.... Bweeeeh....”
The sight of them sticking out their tongues and opening their mouths to try and drink it was so ridiculous I almost wanted to take a picture. Beside them, one woman closed her eyes and savored the sensation of the semen splashing over her, while another pervert hurriedly pulled up the hem of her sweater, trying to catch the semen in the cleavage of her bra.
Splurt! Spu-urt! Splat!
“Ho-how much... is coming out...?”
A volume of semen that far exceeded any normal ejaculation continued to erupt. It was hard to explain scientifically, but whether it was because of that damn mana, martial arts, sexual arts, or various elixirs, a massive amount of semen—drawn from seminal vesicles that were essentially storage tanks—was satisfyingly sprayed over the faces and bodies of these perverted sisters.
Splurt... Spu-urt... Drip....
As the ejaculation finally began to taper off, I shook off Arisa’s hand, which had been trying to aim my penis here and there, and gripped it firmly myself.
Twitch... Twitch... Twitch...
Feeling the clumps of semen still pushing their way out no matter how much I squeezed, I quickly turned around.
“Arisa. Open up.”
“Huh? Oh? Ah, yes...!”
Seeing Arisa hurriedly crouch down and lower her head toward my penis, I relaxed my grip.
Splurt...!
After a light bukkake over the black wolf sister’s ears and face, she immediately took my penis into her mouth. Feeling the warm, sticky sensation of her mouth, I grabbed Arisa by the hair and pulled her in deep.
Thump!
“Ugh...! Ack...!”
I couldn't tell if she was just startled or gagging because I’d hit her throat, but as my penis reached the back of her throat, it trembled, and the remaining semen in the urethra fired straight down.
Splu-urt...!
“Gulp... Gulp... Swallow... Ugh.... Haa...! Haah...! Haah...!”
I wanted to make her drink it all, but the four perverted sisters who had worked so hard deserved a reward too. Since I had ejaculated the last thick, seed-like clumps into Arisa’s throat, it seemed fair enough.
“Masturbate today and send the video. Oh, and make sure the evaluation is handled well, okay?”
I gave Arisa’s head a light pat, pulled up my pants, tidied myself up, and walked out the door.
The five female sisters kneeling there, dazed and panting, were practically guaranteed to stamp me as an SSS-Rank Male. Now, it was time to have Cassia clean the penis they hadn't finished with her mouth and engage in some sticky mating.
***
A sweltering heat filled the room. They could have opened a window to ventilate, but everyone remained in their spots, staring blankly with dazed expressions.
Some were kneeling, some were standing, and some were slumped on the floor. The only visible commonality was the white slime plastered not just on their hair and faces, but all over their clothes as well.
“...Ah.”
At a sound from someone unknown, they began to snap out of it one by one. These women, whose memories had turned hazy from the moment a monstrous object was revealed beneath a cute face, realized what had happened and let out hollow laughs.
“What in the world...”
Watching her colleague—the one who had repeatedly emphasized she was a married woman—speechless with disbelief, Arisa stared blankly at her own hands.
Her hands, covered in white slime, proved that this wasn't a dream. No, because of the thick fluid that had been poured down her throat, she could smell the heavy, chestnut-blossom-like scent of semen with every breath, causing her to unconsciously swallow her dry spit again.
“...F-first, shall we... ventilate the room?”
They tried to force themselves back to reality, looking like people who had just woken from a dream.
“Why is everyone... just standing there...?”
Everyone avoided each other's gaze. They couldn't hide the way their faces were flushed deep red or how they were tensing their thighs.
“...Ten minutes. No, let’s meet in twenty minutes. Whether we clean up... or whatever... let’s gather then.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
However, Arisa Dakal spoke up with a serious voice.
“Thirty minutes.”
“...Isn't that a bit long?”
The married woman, who had bragged just months ago about how she only beat her husband once a week, spoke up cautiously.
“U-um... how about... an hour, just to be safe?”
The judge on the far left, who had been masturbating excitedly while sucking the glans quite deliciously, spoke up with even more courage.
They glanced at each other, wondering if that was okay, before reaching a silent consensus. They nodded and scattered toward different women's restrooms.
“...Crazy bitches.”
Of course, Arisa Dakal, who could be considered the owner of this building, wasn't as rushed as the others. She had the video and the number left behind by the boy who had just swept through like a storm. She contacted someone she deemed worthy of the 'rank,' as she usually did.
—What is it?
“Your Excellency, it seems... we have a stallion who requires a new rank... something above S-Rank.”
—I’m not interested.
Arisa Dakal blinked blankly at the cold response from the person on the other end.
As someone who received enough allowance to buy a building every year in exchange for passing on information about A-Rank males or higher, if the client wasn't interested, she should have just said, 'Yes, I understand. May you live a long life.'
But this wasn't the attitude the head of a noble family—who, until last year, had pestered her to find even B-Rank info as a last resort for their children—should be showing.
“You have to hear this. His size easily exceeds 20cm. Considering his age, 30cm is well within the realm of possibility, and... his personality is a bit flawed...”
Calling it 'flawed' was an understatement; he had the temperament of a total slut who looked like he’d seduce any woman he saw, making one wonder how his parents had raised him. But Arisa Dakal continued, recalling the boy who possessed a monstrous tool that could make even that forgivable.
“His family background is also quite good. The Empire might even be hesitant to—”
—Didn't I say it’s fine?
Was the family the problem? Arisa Dakal had no choice but to shut her mouth at the voice of the person cutting her off.
—I don't need information like that anymore. I’ve found a good child. Fufu....
Arisa couldn't help but be bewildered by the laughter coming through the phone. Just what kind of man had they found to make the strict Duchess La Croix laugh so happily?
“Yes... then how should I handle future reports?”
—They’re no longer necessary, so you don't have to. I’ll provide a reward suitable for your hard work thus far. And let’s keep things clean between us. Understood?
It was more than just a shame to lose such a wonderful and prestigious client; it was saddening. But she had already gained plenty from them. Arisa Dakal said she understood and waited for the other party to hang up. Once the call ended, she dialed the next number.
—What?
“Director, I think an S-Rank or higher has been discovered.”
—Don't need it. Oh, and let’s grab a drink later, okay?
Arisa Dakal could only laugh hollowly at the voice of Alicia de la Vega—an actress and spy who lacked even a shred of politeness—as she hung up first.
“Did these bitches find a good man somewhere or what...?”
It seemed this side was cutting ties as well. Well, she had profited enough over the years, so perhaps it was time to let go of her greed and run the physical examination center diligently.
Actually, she could probably place an information gag on him and designate him a 'protected' target without anyone complaining.
Arisa Dakal sent out a notification to the judges—who were undoubtedly busy with their 'self-generation'—stating that the evaluation was 'pending,' and re-sent the non-disclosure clauses.
Well, even if she tried to block it like this, word might get out to a few people here and there.
But since everyone would surely hoard the information for themselves if they knew such a magnificent stallion had appeared, she was certain it wouldn't become public knowledge. It didn't really matter.
That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it would continue to be.