Chapter 252: Begging for It First
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 252: Begging for It First
As the ejaculation continued for what felt like an eternity, Camel’s movements gradually slowed until she went limp. With her reason long gone, only her survival instinct remained, and I could feel her ragged breaths through her nose against my lower abdomen.
Her breath was incredibly hot and heavy. The sensation of that heated, female breath trailing down my lower belly toward my thighs and up to my stomach sent shivers down my spine.
The moment I gripped Camel’s horns and slowly pulled my dick out—
"Ugh...! Urgh...! Gack...! Bleeegh!"
Dry-heaving, Camel began to vomit the clumps of semen directly into the sea.
"That was your meal for today, and you're throwing it up? What a naughty cow."
"Blegh...! Ugh...! Kah...! Cough! Cough! Haah... haah... haah...!"
Prostrate and unable to speak properly, Camel inhaled sharply, covering her mouth with one hand. It was almost cute to see her trying to hold it in, blocking her mouth to keep from vomiting any more semen, as if some faint shred of reason still remained.
A few more muffled "ughs" were heard, but Camel’s cheeks simply puffed out; she didn't spit anything else out.
"Swallow."
"Ugh... urgh... Gulp... gulp... gulp... Haah... haah... haah..."
Burp. Camel let out a foul semen-scented burp internally, looking up at me with half-lidded, unfocused eyes.
"Good girl, Camel. I like females who listen. And you like a male who gives orders, don't you?"
I gripped Camel’s brown hair firmly and tilted her head to the side. Her purple eyes, slowly regaining focus, narrowed as she began to glare at me.
"...Is it over?"
The way she spoke with a face full of defiance made her a genius at making me—no, at making a male—angry.
"Over? What do you mean 'over'? Shouldn't we start with your masturbation report first?"
"Urgh...!"
The perverted cow bitch looked away, seething with frustration but unable to run or offer any real resistance.
I pulled out the phone I had tossed onto the bed and pointed it at Camel.
"D-Don't record this...!"
"You can stop if you want. Of course, you'll never find another male who'll indulge the depraved tastes of a perverted cow like you for the rest of your life."
Despite my mocking tone, Camel could do nothing but grit her teeth; she had no rebuttal. I wasn't sure about 'manliness,' but for the females in this world seeking 'maleness,' I was likely the worst possible option—one for which there was no alternative.
"I-I mean..."
Instead of trying to snatch the phone, Camel turned her head away, shielding her face slightly with her palm.
"The sister who just sucked a dick and vomited semen. Tell me your name first!"
"Kh... Ca-Camel... Camel Sirian..."
She mumbled so softly it wouldn't even be recorded, so I yanked away the hand covering her face.
"D-Don't...!"
"Say your name properly. I can't hear you."
"Ugh... Ca-Camel Sirian. It's Camel Sirian. There, happy?"
I only intended to keep the video as a souvenir for after she was completely broken, not to spread it around, so there was no need for her to be so embarrassed. Yet, Camel was trembling all over, desperately trying to act tough.
I tilted the camera down to capture her massive tits, which were dripping with breast milk, and her nipples, which were about the size of an adult man's thumb.
"And what does Camel do for a living?"
"S-Stop... I already gave you my name... Ah...!"
I gave Camel’s nipple a sharp tug. I couldn't help myself; seeing the breast milk squirt out was just too cute.
"I-I'll talk! I'll talk! So... hngh... ah... hnnngh... I-I work in... the e-education sector... ah...!"
"If you don't speak clearly, I'll tell everyone you're a total pervert bitch who enjoys lactation masturbation."
"...I am the Chairwoman of the Kagen Foundation, the Morha Foundation, the Vurdia Foundation, and the Yurha Foundation."
"And?"
I could see Camel’s fists clenched in frustration. It was adorable how she was such a pervert that she couldn't even resist properly in front of a dick, no matter how angry she got.
"...I am also an Honorary Professor at the Igalon Imperial University and the Chairwoman of the Igalon Integrated Academy."
For context, the Igalon Empire was the name of the villainous nation neighboring our United Kingdom. My mother and I didn't have any particular grudge against them, but Prosecutor Tiria tended to despise the Empire.
Hindel, Cassia, and Alicia were all affiliated with the Empire as well.
"I heard you distribute the physical examination records of males from the Academy to the nobles? For someone like me, what rank would I be? Hmm?"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I slapped Camel’s cheek with my semen-stained dick. She frowned as if disgusted, yet her purple eyes remained fixed on my cock, unable to look away.
"Camel?"
"Huh? Ah, that... w-what were we talking about..."
"How much of a hopeless pervert are you to be so distracted by a dick that you can't even hold a conversation?"
"...S-Shut up!"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Camel raised her voice. Her needlessly strong spirit made her so much fun to play with.
"I'll ask again. Based on the Academy's standards, how would I be evaluated? In terms of physical exams or talent?"
"Y-You're not fully grown yet. A definitive evaluation is..."
"Just based on now? Come on, won't you tell me?"
I wiped my semen-covered dick against the corner of Camel’s mouth. Remembering that she was being filmed, she began to resist, her lips twitching.
"...S-Rank."
"Not SSS-Rank?"
I couldn't help but be a little surprised. Was it because the noble Academy was filled with supposedly superior genes?
"There aren't even any A-Ranks yet... so we haven't created a classification like that."
"But if there were? If there were A-Ranks and S-Ranks?"
"...Ratings are meaningless for the best."
Camel flattered me while avoiding my gaze. While this perverted cow bitch who was obsessed with cock might just be trying to butter me up, it was likely an objective evaluation, considering she hadn't been broken yet like my house sow or my vampire slut.
"Right! So I'm the ultimate male, then?"
"...I don't know."
Camel still couldn't let go of her pride. The fear that admitting I was the best would mean living forever as a perverted cow Meat Toilet with no exit strategy was likely holding her back.
I could understand that well enough.
"So you're happy to suck the ultimate male's dick and swallow his cum, but you're too embarrassed to show your face? Isn't that a bit selfish?"
As I gently rubbed my dick against her lips, I captured her slowly opening mouth on the phone. Even though she knew she was being recorded, Camel didn't stop. She began to masturbate with one hand, squeezing breast milk from her own chest.
"How many times a day do you masturbate?"
"Three times..."
I didn't know if she was lying or telling the truth, but knowing Camel’s personality, she was more likely to downplay the number than inflate it.
"Three times a day? You really are a perverted cow with a monstrous sex drive."
"Once you know... a dick like this exists... you can't help yourself... Slurp..."
As Camel began to focus on masturbating while sucking my dick more boldly, I let go of my cock and stroked her hair.
"Ah... Suck... slurp... lick...!"
As my dick stood tall at its own angle, I saw the perverted cow through the camera lens, using the hand she had used to hide her face to grip and steady my cock as she tasted it.
"So, from now on, Camel Sirian is my personal cow Meat Toilet, right?"
"Slurp... Don't get cocky... This is just... Lick... like a meat dildo I'm using... Suck... until a replacement male shows up..."
Given the Goddess's meddling, it was unlikely a replacement would ever appear. And even if one did by some miracle, I doubted he'd want a cow who had been thoroughly developed and broken by me.
I should train and develop all the good females before any competition arrives. That ugly, malicious thought welled up from deep within me.
It was a foul thought, but hanging around filthy perverts like Camel seemed to be reshaping my personality into a master fit for such masochistic, perverted trash.
"Then I guess I should let you taste this meat dildo today, shouldn't I, Camel?"
"Slurp... I've gone this far. Lick! If you had just left... I wouldn't have let you get away with it..."
The perverted cow sister, squeezing her own nipple to produce milk, began to talk nonsense.
"Then, shall we have an opening ceremony for this old maid pervert cow's virginity?"
"Suck... slurp... Do whatever you want..."
Contrary to her words, Camel began to suck my dick even more diligently. I grabbed her horns firmly and pulled her up.
Feeling no resistance—in fact, seeing Camel use her own knees to lift her upper body—I swung my hand, still gripping her horns, and shoved her toward the bed.
"Ah... since it's... my first time... be gentle..."
"Shut up, you perverted cow bitch. What 'gentle' for a piece of trash who does nothing but suck dick and fill her belly with cum?"
Camel turned around on the bed, clearly wanting her first time to be in the missionary position, so I slapped her tits first.
Spank!
"Ahn?!"
I caught a quick photo of the pervert as breast milk sprayed out even without being squeezed. Then, I grabbed her ankles and flipped her over.
Her well-muscled legs felt a bit heavy, but her body, knowing it couldn't win against my force, obediently raised its hips and settled into a position that was easy to penetrate.
"P-Please... put it in... hurry..."
No, she was actually the one begging for it first.