Chapter 254: Thank You for Being Born!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 254: Thank You for Being Born!
“You’re telling me you can’t move any slower than this? It’s because your tits are so stupidly huge that your movements and adaptation are sluggish, you cow-bitch!”
Slap! Slap!
My palms stung. Still, I felt like this was much more manageable than dealing with those bitches who couldn't even move once I pierced them with my dick.
“Ugh, ah, ahhh. It—it’s my first time… I-I’ve never done this before…!”
Unlike the perverts who perceived even a hard strike as a simple spanking and felt pleasure, the way she voiced her grievance suggested she was actually feeling a bit of pain.
I couldn't beat her in a fair fight, yet I felt an ambiguous gap in our status—a sense that I might be able to win in the future. It made her seem all the more pathetic.
“Everyone has a first time! If a superior male like me is taking your virginity, you should be shaking your hips and saying thank you. But what? ‘Slowly’? ‘Slowly’?!”
I gripped Camel’s waist firmly as I spewed that nonsense and kicked the tempo up a notch.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. I’d sped up a little, but the pace was still incredibly loose—less like mating and more like light skinship as we felt out each other's bodies.
“Hng, ugh… It’s—it’s too f-fast… S-stop… Stooop… P-please stop… This… This is…!”
“You love it, don’t you? Huh? You love being used as an onahole by my giant cock, right? You perverted cow-bitch? Well?”
I reached out and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, which was scattered messily across the bed, and yanked. Camel’s head snapped back, her horns pointing toward me.
“N-nooo… I hate being an onahole…. I… Hnggg, hugh, uwaaaah. I don’t know what this is…!”
“You love it, don’t you? You’re dying of pleasure, aren't you? Say you love it, you perverted cow-bitch. Tell me you love this brat’s dick so much you want to be my onahole!”
I felt my penis pull out long and then shove back into her meat-hole, which was overflowing with love juices.
Unlike the girls who actually worked out, her hole was soft and squishy. I could feel the bumpy ridges scraping roughly against my glans, slickly sliding along the thick shaft as it claimed its territory.
Her entire flesh-pot was adapting to my penis with incredible speed, stretching out to accommodate me.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
With every increase in speed, the tightening and pressure of the flesh-pot wrapping around me from deep inside made it difficult to move, but...
“Hic?! Hyah?! I—I was wrong…. Ongooh…! Ohh…!”
“Don’t you dare act up toward a male when you were born a female! You inferior bitch with nothing but dick on the brain!”
I didn’t know what she was apologizing for, but since I’d heard an apology, it was only natural for me, as her master, to forgive her. The camera was getting in the way, so I tossed it onto a nearby pillow and grabbed Camel’s waist again.
“Ugh, uwaah, th-that’s unfair… You’re being unfair for a male…!”
“What’s unfair when there are inferior males out there?! You women who act all high and mighty just because you were born with talent are the ones who are unfair! I was born with nothing and have to cling to my one talent—my dick—so what the hell is unfair about that?!”
I reached further forward from her waist. My hands found her massive tits, which were being crushed against the sheets. I grabbed them forcefully and leaned my body forward, pressing against her as if I were built solely for the act of mating.
“Uwaaaah, I don’t know what this is…! Dick, diiiick…! My stomach…! You’re—you’re a coward…! You’re a cowardly male…!”
“I’m not a coward, you’re just a loser-pussy, Camel! You piece of trash! Did you enjoy lining men up and comparing them?! Huh?!”
Every time I squeezed those enormous breasts, the sensation of them pushing back against my fingers almost made me stop moving my hips.
As I pushed forward with my full weight from behind, the female cow curled her body inward. Now, I could grab her pink nipples—which looked ready to spray breast milk—and the area around them.
“Garbage-tier, trash, loser, beyond help. As a female, you’re the worst, Camel. You’re a piece of trash, a pathetic premature ejaculation pussy who can’t even show off her hole properly! Trash!”
I continued to degrade her as I squeezed and milked her overflowing breasts. My hands kept slipping as I thrust, my fingers slick with the sticky fluid leaking from her chest, but I just snatched them back even more violently each time.
“Kugh… My—my breasts… Don’t squeeze them while… ah, nooo. Don’t stab me inside while doing that, nooo!”
Her breasts were so large they couldn't even bounce while she was face-down; they just spilled across the bed. I squeezed them at will, swinging my hips with the sole intent of ejaculating.
“Hng, ah, ahh, n-no, stooop… Inside, inside… Ongoh…! My breasts, too…! Hng… Uwaaaah, stop it already!”
I shoved my penis straight into the hole of the perverted cow, who was now sobbing cutely and gasping for air while shaking her head from side to side.
Because of the position and her massive ass, it was hard to bury my penis completely, but its thickness and length were more than enough to strike her cervix. I increased my speed as if starting a short-distance sprint.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. I couldn't see it, but I could hear her female hole beginning to spray love juices like crazy. As she began to heat up, her walls puckered and tightened, demanding an ejaculation. I had no choice but to move even harder.
“St-stop… I… I’m… going… I’m going…! I’m goooing!”
Camel’s strength as she tried to push herself up—or rather, as she straightened her arms and legs while face-down—lightly lifted my body into the air.
I had already shoved my way through countless female holes and had even perfectly broken and developed my own mother’s hole. I didn't stop moving my hips, matching the resistance of her female hole as it clung to me like a compressed rubber ball.
“You should be tightening your hole properly to flatter a male, but you’re going to cum all by yourself?! Huh?! Am I a dildo to you?! Am I just a meat dildo?! You cow onahole bitch! You’ve got the master-servant relationship backward!”
“Uwaaaaah! You are a dildo…! You’re just a meat dildo brat…! Just a braaat!”
I thrust my hips with all my might into Camel’s ass as she cried out, focusing on the boiling sensation of an impending ejaculation as I hammered into her mercilessly.
The sound of the love juices mixing and being pushed out of the junction began to grow absurdly loud. My penis, moving ruthlessly toward her honey pot, stabbed mercilessly at her undeveloped cervix as I raced toward the finish line.
“Uwaah, ahh, n-nooo! To a meat dildo like this…! I… I’m…!”
I clung to the wailing Camel and swung my hips with everything I had. Whether she came once or a dozen times didn't matter; my only concern was ejaculating inside her first. I saw my phone, which I’d dropped when I let go of her waist, leaning against a pillow and recording us.
“Shut up, you onahole! If I lose, I’m a meat dildo! If you lose, you’re an onahole for life! Stop whining!”
“You damn braaaat!!! You damn diiiiick…! N-nooo!!! I don’t want to be an onahole…! I… I’m Camel Sirian!!”
The female cow remained face-down with her arms and legs locked straight, unable to relax her body. I thrust my penis in and swirled it around, searching for her cervix.
As she lifted her hips high as if trying to escape, my feet momentarily lost contact with the floor. I reflexively kicked at the air a few times before my toes finally found the bed again.
“You don’t need a pretty name like Camel Sirian anymore! Being my onahole is enough! Cow onahole! Cow flesh-pot! Cow masturbation tool! The only reason you were born was to be a male’s sexual disposal unit!”
“Hic?! Hyah?! Hihih…! I—I wasn’t b-born to be an o-onahole…! I’m n-not…!”
Camel’s waist began to sink lower, and as she shifted into a better position for doggystyle, I knew the verbal abuse was definitely working.
“Shut up! If a superior male makes you his onahole, you should say thank you, cook good meals, and keep your pussy tight! Where do you get off acting so arrogant? Become an onahole! Become an onahole! Suffer an onahole defeat to this brat’s dick!”
“N-no, no, nooo…! Noooo!”
As Camel reached forward, trying to crawl away, I shoved my hips in even deeper.
Thwack!
“Ongooh?!”
It went in. I felt it instinctively. I’d finally shoved it into a place it wasn’t supposed to go. I’d tried it several times with Mom but never succeeded; by pure chance, Camel had become the first victim of womb fucking.
“You beyond-help piece of trash, I’m going to use you as a semen toilet. From now on, every time I call, you come here and offer up your pussy! You’re trash that’s not even worth using as an onahole. How dare a perverted, loser, premature ejaculation pussy like you judge others! Apologize to the Academy students!”
“Kugh…! Nooo…! I… I’m Camel… I’m Camel Siriaaaan…!”
I was actually a bit impressed by how she refused to admit defeat. Her self-love and ego were incredibly strong.
The other females I’d dealt with would resist a few times but eventually give in once they were being plowed, trying to maintain some shred of dignity by drawing an ambiguous line during their daily lives.
But still.
“A female hole doesn't need a pretty name like Camel Sirian! A cow born to be a male’s onahole—that’s what Camel is. Hurry up and lose already so you can become an onahole! Just become an onahole~!”
I was bound to win this fight. I didn't see myself losing to a masochistic, perverted, dairy cow, lactation-masturbation addict.
“Uwaah, ahh, ah, ahh… Kugh… ngh…! Ngh…! Mmmmmmph….!”
Camel tried to hold out even as I hammered my hips into her, but she seemed to have no strength left. She collapsed completely, and my penis, which had successfully achieved womb fucking, slid deep inside once more.
Thwack!
“Hihihih…!”
I shoved my penis into the deepest depths, a place it was never meant to reach.
“N-no…. Hng. I wasn’t b-born to be an o-onahole… Uwaaaah… Hng… Hng… Uwaaaaaah!”
I didn't even have time to enjoy the sight of Camel wailing. The urge to ejaculate surged through me, and as I drove my hips forward, I managed to mock her one last time with a strained voice.
“Congratulations. Thank you for being born to be an onahole, Camel Noona… Ngh. I’m going to use you over and over, and I won’t take responsibility even if you get pregnant… Hng…. If you get pregnant, you’d better raise it well…!”
It was a total piece-of-trash thing to say, but considering I came inside Mom and other females every single day without any news of pregnancy, I knew it was statistically next to impossible. I could say whatever I wanted.
And then.
Spurt… Spurt… Spurrrrt!!!
I could no longer squeeze out any more bullshit, insults, or degradation. I lost myself in the sensation of the semen surging out of me, vomiting thick, clotted loads directly into the womb of a healthy female in her prime.
“Hic, hihih, I… O-onahole… Onahole… Hng… I hate being an onahole… Hng….”
I watched Camel, who had already lost all sense of reason, sobbing and muttering blankly. I pressed my lower abdomen tight against her massive ass and continued to pour out every drop of semen.
Glug. Squish. Glug. Glug… Twitch… Twitch… Twitch….
“From now on, Camel Sirian is my exclusive onahole. You’re mine for life, got it?”
“N-no… Hng… I wasn’t b-born to be an o-onahole… Ongooh…. N-nooo….”
I continued my blissful ejaculation, slapping Camel’s ass as she resisted until the very end.