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You're admitting it more readily than I expected? I flash a grin at Brynhildr, who's visibly humiliated after accepting my outrageous demand, then climb off her.
"Well then, President?"
"How did I end up... doing something like this..."
"Exactly, I told you not to put it in so many times."
"Sh-shut up! The deal is solid, right? If I satisfy you with my b-body every day... then Setsuna..."
"I won't say a word."
Brynhildr sits up, glaring at me as I perch on the edge of the bed. She's double-checking our agreement one last time before getting off the bed herself, her eyes brimming with warning and resentment. But my answer stays the same.
"As long as you satisfy me every day, President, I won't breathe a word. Like I just said, I don't want Setsuna finding out about us either. Think of it as mutual chains to keep our mouths shut."
"Chains..."
"Anyway, this guy's begging to enjoy your mouth. Seems like all that massaging and hard labor wore him out—he wants a quick mouth-pussy service first, then another round with your real pussy."
"Kh...?!"
I step off the bed and thrust my hips toward Brynhildr as she slowly kneels between my legs, making my dick twitch demonstratively. Realizing her new reality as little more than my sex slave, she clicks her tongue in a voice soaked with shame and humiliation, staring at me and my cock as she mutters quietly.
"The moment I act obedient, you spew that vulgar crap without hesitation... Seizing the chance to mock me."
"Mock you? No way. This is just proof of how attractive and beautiful I find you, President."
"...!"
But that surprise fades fast. As she kneels fully before my crotch, I make my dick twitch again, still smeared with fatigue and her juices. Brynhildr, leaning in toward it, widens her eyes in shock, scanning it up and down with utter disbelief.
"I know I've felt it before, but... isn't this thing way too big...?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty huge. Even my build's bigger than your average guy, so my dick has to match."
Maybe it's this yuri-game world, but the men here average around 160cm tall. Guys in the 170s are rare—one or two per hundred—and 180? Forget it. They've turned men into weak, inferior creatures, pathetic males, all to fuel the heroines' rampant yuri grinding.
'Of course, that's made it easy for me—no need to prove my masculinity. I've become the ultimate lucky pervert, standing out with my standout manhood.'
So Brynhildr, staring at my cock, can't hide her shock and awe. It shatters her preconceptions of men having puny, seed-sprinkler dicks to match their shrunken frames. This is the one-and-only womb-crusher in the world, an alpha male's tool, right up close.
I chuckle at her, who's been blankly admiring my dick, and ask.
"But you've seen it before—why the shock? You even shoved it inside yourself."
"Sh-shut up... To think this monstrous thing defiled my virginity..."
She blushes, realizing her own gaffe. I shove my dick right up to her now-close face and say,
"That's why it's not me who dirtied it—you did. Or rather... so, what do you think? Impressive, right?"
"I wouldn't call it impressive, but it's definitely nothing like the cocks of ordinary men I'm used to."
"Huh, you're admitting it pretty readily?"
I figured she'd deny it like before—'Not even this dick feels good!'—but she nods straight-up, leaving me surprised.
"Just like you said, not only does it look different, but you just violated me with it. I can't lie about experiencing this beast with my own pussy, not when my pride would give it away instantly."
"And here's the proof."
"Kh...?!"
As if to show exactly how she'd felt it, I point out the glistening cock slick with her pussy juices—and the red ring at the base, like a wedding band formed from her virginity blood.
She catches on quick, her eyes trembling with anger, embarrassment, and a hint of anticipation as she stares at my dick. Then she looks up at me.
"You want me to... lick this with my mouth? Devour what was once my purity...?"
"With some mouth-pussy service on top? You dirtied my virgin dick like this, President, so you have to clean it up. Common sense."
It's debatable if it's still 'virgin,' but whatever—I'll brazen it out. Brynhildr explodes.
"You filthy bastard...!! Where's the common sense in that!!"
"Really? Then let's make it common sense from now on."
"Such nonsense...!!"
"Your nonsense was shoving my dick in despite my protests and stealing my virginity. So, no mouth-pussy service? Come on, start with a kiss on the dick."
"Kh, to succumb to lust for a moment and endure this humiliation..."
She trembles with humiliation once more, then leans toward the glans.
*Chuu♡*
"Huuup... Ch-chuuup..."
"You did great."
"Sh-shut up... My f-first kiss... stolen by your filthy d-dick...♡"
"You loved it, President."
If Park Ayoung specializes in exhibitionism and masochism, Brynhildr is the all-purpose heroine fitting her perfect student council president role—even in pervy acts and kinks. Her masochistic wiring hits like a bullseye with the dick-kiss humiliation, drawing hot breaths from the ongoing shame and degrading pleasure. But she denies it, screaming at me while,
"Chuuup, muum, chuuu♡"
"Your words say no, but look how much you're enjoying it."
"I said shut up! There's no way I'd enjoy this filthy, humiliating—♡"
Without even being told, she's kissing the dick on her own, even nibbling the glans ridge with just her lips—straight-up advanced stuff. It's a total turn-on just watching, but leaving her to her whims wouldn't be proper training.
"Since you're at it, suck the urethral opening too. Like that, just with your lips."
"...Chup."
I guide her mouth-pussy service to remind her whose dick she's servicing, who controls her, who she obeys—letting her eyes see it, nose smell it, mouth taste it, ears hear her own slurps, and finally tongue and lips suck it. Dying all five senses with my dick.
"That's it. Lightly suck with just your lips... and tease the urethral slit with your tongue tip... Good girl, you're a natural."
"Don't order me around. As if I'm some sex slave..."
"Not 'as if'—while you're servicing me, you are my sex slave sow. Can't forget that."
"Filthy bastard... Chup...♡"
She's getting used to the dick, smooching away. I plot a way to make her grasp her position and tell her my idea.
"And stop calling it 'that thing'—it's annoying. From now on, call me 'Master' during service."
"Give you an inch, and you take a mile!!"
She rebels, as expected. But I'm not budging on this.
"Again? You said you'd service me, then scream like this. How can I trust you'll keep our secret?"
"Even so, that's too much...!"
"And like I keep saying, the moment you service me, you're not the president—you're my sex slave sow Brynhildr. Not always, just during service. Got it?"
The moment you service me. Instead of stubbornly demanding, I give her breathing room. She glares like it's impossible, dick in mouth, pondering silently. Then she squeezes her eyes shut, opens them, looks up, and says,
"Only... during the moments I serve you."
"Yes. Right now, I'm your Master, and you're my sex slave. So, who are you...?"
I tease, 'Shall we try it?' She bites her lip hard and mutters,
"I am... M-Master's sex sla... Brynhildr..."
My dick throbs hard.