Chapter 115: Heroes Who Lost Their Original Intent (7)
Chapter 115: Heroes Who Lost Their Original Intent (7)
‘I wish he’d just fuck me first...’
To think I wanted to be the first one penetrated after everything that had just happened to me. I really was a hopeless case. But then again, wouldn't it be weirder to stubbornly refuse his cock after coming all this way?
A lingering, unpleasant taste still coated my mouth, but I’d managed to mask the fishy stench slightly by licking up the semen Queen had failed to swallow. It was horrifying to realize that the smell of cum in my mouth felt more familiar and comforting than not, but what could I do?
“Senior, aren't you seeing any futures this time?”
“What...?”
“Give me a hint about who’s getting it first.”
I tossed the question out as a joke to the visibly tense Queen, but she shook her head with a strangely cold expression.
“I don't know. I can't see anything, so what do you want me to do?”
Queen’s attitude was a bit off. I could feel it instinctively.
“...Are you shaking, by any chance?”
Only then did I realize. Looking closely, Queen was trembling like a finalist on an audition program waiting for the results to be announced.
On the other hand, I wasn't that bad. It wasn't so much nerves as it was anticipation. I wanted to be first, sure, but if he chose Queen, I’d just be a little disappointed; there wasn't much I could do about it anyway.
“What?”
“If you’re worried about not being chosen first, you don't really have to—”
“D-do you really think I’d worry about something like that?!”
Then what the hell are you agonizing over? And man, when did this woman get so temperamental?
They say some people take their anger out on the wrong person, but seeing her glare at me with bloodshot eyes—eyes that were still watering because she’d been nearly suffocated by that irrumatio earlier—made me flinch.
“I don't understand. You’re a woman too, so why aren't you worried about that...?”
“That?”
If you’re going to speak, speak clearly; if you’re going to hesitate, don't say anything at all. I puffed out my cheeks slightly to show I was annoyed, trying not to back down, but Queen didn't even notice. She seemed to have spiraled back into whatever was bothering her.
“So, does either of you want to go first?”
The moment I heard the Association Chairman’s voice, I immediately stopped caring about Queen and focused on his cock. It was twitching provocatively between Queen’s ass and mine. No matter how many times I saw it, I still couldn't believe something that size could fit inside me.
‘What should I do?’
I fell into a quick internal conflict at his question. It was true that I wanted to be first. My heart wanted to raise my hand and wave it, or even grab my own pussy and spread it open while begging him to hurry up and fuck me.
But the atmosphere didn't feel right for that. If Queen had shown any sign of begging like me, it would have naturally turned into a scene of two horny bitches trying to seduce him, but since she wasn't, I felt the need to read the room.
‘And honestly, being fucked because I begged for it isn't as satisfying...’
The reason I enjoy being taken isn't just for the act itself. It’s the combination of the mental humiliation of being defeated despite having great power, mixed with the pure pleasure of a female body.
Begging to be fucked just for the latter would be like devouring a small marshmallow immediately when I could wait a little longer for a giant one.
“My daughter, I told you to use your words instead of just twitching your pussy, didn't I?”
“I-I’m not...!”
Was my body really that honest? I hadn't even realized it, but my horny pussy was clearly throbbing in anticipation. The Chairman, observing our backsides, patted my pussy with his palm as if punishing my impudence.
“Hngh...♡”
“Hmph, look at these girls. Still won't say a word? Are you youngsters playing hard to get?”
I was constantly tempted to just swallow that small marshmallow. The urge to confess that I wasn't playing hard to get—unlike Queen—and that I wanted to be fucked right now kept bubbling up.
Slap!
However, when the Chairman delivered a sharp sting to my butt with one hand, leaving a vivid red handprint on the burning skin, my mind cleared. It was a bit funny that a slap to the ass was what it took for me to look at the big picture instead of giving in to immediate desire, but regardless.
“Pathetic wenches. I told you the last 'original intention' you need to reclaim is ambition. You must have the desire to be better than you are now, or better than your rivals. A hero must grow stronger every moment!”
“Ugh, ah...!”
Queen must have been slapped too, as a red handprint bloomed on her snowy-white backside. The sight of her holding back tears of shame was incredibly erotic.
“And yet, you don't even think about surpassing the woman lying next to you. You just lie there with your pussies in the air, waiting to be picked. This is why people say the youth these days are weak.”
“...I am sorry, Association Chairman.”
Should I start wiggling my hips or spreading my pussy to seduce him now? If I was going to hold out, I should have held out until the end, and if I was going to do it, I should have done it sooner.
While I was debating, the Chairman seemed to have decided not to give us a chance to appeal anymore. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be singing a song while pointing back and forth between Queen’s pussy and mine.
“Coca-Cola is tasty. If it’s tasty, eat it again...”
It was an incredibly childish yet strangely ancient nursery rhyme passed down through generations. I was amazed and horrified that a man his age was using that to choose.
I knew the rhyme, of course, as it was often used as a trick to pick one of two options. I just never imagined someone would use it to choose which pussy to fuck first during a threesome.
‘And he’s using his cock like an arrow...!’
Usually, people using that rhyme to choose between two things would point their finger back and forth. With every syllable, they’d switch targets, and whatever the finger landed on at the final syllable was the winner.
But the Chairman had replaced the finger’s role with his cock. When he said “Co,” he rested his cock on the crack of Queen’s ass; at “ca,” he moved it to mine; at “Col,” he tapped Queen’s plump pussy lips with his glans; and at “a,” he did the same to mine.
To make matters worse, the lyrics to this rhyme varied from person to person, making it impossible to guess when it would end. All I could do was hope I’d be the one, leaking love juice to keep my pussy wet.
“Ding-dong-dang-dong, Mr. Expert, please guess correctly.”
“Haaah...”
The lyrics, which had been stretched out to tease us further, finally ended on Queen’s ass.
“Coffee cup.”
“H-hic...♡”
Naturally, I felt a pang of disappointment, but since it was decided purely by luck, there was nothing I could do. While I was sulking, the Chairman’s massive glans slid smoothly against Queen’s pussy lips and pushed deep into her vagina—
“W-wait a second...!!”
...Only to stop dead at the sound of Queen’s panicked voice.
“What is it?”
His tone was clearly displeased. Imagining myself in Queen’s position—rejecting him right at the moment of insertion—made it feel like the air had been sucked out of the room.
Not just the one being fucked, but the one doing the fucking must have been teased so much that he wanted to start thrusting immediately. Didn't she realize that? More importantly, what was a woman whose weakness was being held over her head thinking, shouting like that?
“Association Chairman, um... could you... please... just put on a condom...?”
The reason was contraception—a condom. Only then did I realize why Queen had been agonizing so seriously and why she’d asked me that earlier.
‘When she asked why I wasn't worried as a woman... she meant the possibility of pregnancy.’
Unlike most modern women who are meticulous about contraception and never allow a raw creampie, I tended to just accept it, trusting in my Slime powers. Perhaps because I used to be a man, I was less cautious about it.
Part of it was because I loved the feeling of hot semen spraying against my vaginal walls during an internal ejaculation, but the biggest reason was that I just didn't feel the danger.
If I ever made a mistake and got pregnant, I might start being careful after that.
...But, at least for now, I just wanted to let him do it.
“A condom?”
The Chairman’s voice was predictably harsh. Honestly, there was no reason for him to bother with a pussy that demanded a condom when he had one right next to it that he could creampie as much as he wanted.
However, I was surprised that even though they were fuck buddies—no, more like a cock sleeve and her master—they had always used condoms until now. Come to think of it, in the photos I saw, she’d only been bukkaked, never creampied.
Squeltch—
“Ahng...♡”
The cock that had been heading for Queen pivoted and entered me instead. I’d ended up benefiting from the situation, but since it was a good thing for me, I figured I might as well enjoy it.
“Hngh... Your cock is so big...♡”
“Floss, you won't say anything about wanting a condom, right?”
“No, sir...! Please fill my womb to the brim with your cum...♡”
“Right. I just told you, Queen, that you need to think about being better than the woman next to you. Even someone younger than you has the ambition to volunteer as a cum dumpster, but you, the senior... tsk tsk.”
A cum dumpster... that’s a bit embarrassing. Even though the words were insulting sexual harassment, the fact that they were mixed with what sounded like praise made me so aroused that I squeezed my pussy even tighter.
No, according to the Chairman, it wasn't a pussy, it was a cum dumpster. Even if it was roleplay, calling the precious place of the girl he considered his daughter a "semen urinal"... had he forgotten the concept? Or was he really the kind of man who could use his daughter’s pussy as a urinal?
Plap, plap— Smack!
The Chairman thrust his cock into me violently, making a loud slapping sound against my ass. Every time the deep-reaching cock crushed my cervix and pressed against my womb, lewd moans spilled from my lips.
“Oh... Oh, hngh...!”
The room was filled with the heavy breathing of a male and the slutty cries of a female. The thick scent of male sweat and the smell of female skin added to the atmosphere. The fact that we were doing something so deviant in a Hero Association office made it even more stimulating.
Perhaps getting bored of just doing it from behind, the Chairman grabbed my shoulders and arms and pulled my body toward him. As I was pulled into his embrace, his already massive cock pushed even deeper, slamming into my cervix, and I unintentionally let out a spray of squirt.
Splurt!
“Ngh, ah... As expected, my daughter’s personal pussy is different...!”
“Haah... Ahng♡ With your experienced cock, please pour lots of fresh sperm into your daughter’s breeding-specialized pussy...!”
I deliberately spat out words meant to trigger an ejaculation and glanced to the side. I saw Queen, who had thrown away her own opportunity, fiddling with her nipples alone as if she regretted it. Was she actually regretting turning down the raw sex?
“Hehe...”
I shouldn't feel this way, but I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of superiority as a fellow female. To compete for one man and emerge the victor—even if it was just a coincidence, this was a first for me, and it felt surprisingly good.
‘In the end, I’m just a more convenient semen-taking onahole for him.’
It was ridiculous to feel superior over this. The problem was that even though I knew that, my heart was racing uncontrollably. Perhaps female competition really was this simple and base.
A competition to look pretty and be chosen to be impregnated by the seed of a superior, stronger male...
“Hah?!”
Had I been too immersed in the thought of winning against Queen? I had my eyes closed, intoxicated by the victory, until someone nipped at my nipple. For a moment, I was confused.
The Chairman was behind me, so who was at my nipple?
I didn't have to think long. There was only one other person there.
“Queen, you...?!”
My eyes met Queen’s, who was sucking on my nipple like a baby. She mumbled through her mouthful.
“Me too... ambition...!”
She should have just waited her turn. Why is she going for my sensitive spot...? Hngh♡