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Obediently blasting away the raider Valkyries in front of me at my command, Baek Geum-hwa immediately returned and spread her pussy wide. Staring at her twitching pussy spilling out semen-mixed love juices, I burst into a laugh even more wicked and infuriating than the raiders from moments ago.
"A bit slow coming to handle my erection, but this is usable enough."
"It was 'cause you came so much. You saw it all—why nitpick?"
"That's on you for not doing proper performance tests. Anyway, how is it?"
"Hic, wh-what...?!"
Pinch. Sweeping down her body and rock-hard abs scorching hot from battle heat, I pinched the clit boldly peeking out amid her platinum blonde bush. As if she'd been waiting, Baek Geum-hwa started mixing lewd nasal moans into her voice as she shot back.
"The gear I gave you—its performance. Good enough that becoming a meat toilet wouldn't feel unfair, right? Hell, feels like I'm the one getting the short end."
"Th-that's bullshit. I'm the one losing out. Having to clear dungeons like this from now on—how could Master lose out? Even in next-gen gear, a subhuman meat toilet like me making Master lose out...? ♡"
"Asked about performance, and you're spouting nonsense. Or is 'next-gen' your answer?"
"Nnghak... ♡"
I figured she'd deny it to dodge meat toilet status—like, "It's awful! Sponsored my ass, calling this crap sponsorship?!" But no extra complaints beyond me stripping her naked? Means nothing to gripe about.
So, rolling her rock-hard clit between my fingers while rolling my eyes, I stared at Baek Geum-hwa's love juices gushing more with every tease. To her "Tsk..." tongue-click like Park Ayoung,
"More importantly, why so soaked? Why so turned on?"
"D-don't know..."
"From dungeon-naked runs? Thrilled fighting fellow Valkyries butt-ass naked? Or hooked on my dick already, pussy drooling at the thought of tasting it?"
"Said I don't know! Hahnguut?!"
"Where do you raise your voice at Master?"
Twist-pinch. Proper re-education on not raising her voice. One of my guesses hit home from her reaction, but only she knows which—moving on.
"From now on, dick gets hard? Pussy spread and ready immediately."
"...Keep it wet 24/7?"
"Wow, grumbling 'genius meat toilet' every time earlier. Now not even pretending you're not?"
"You psycho... Kkhiieeee?!"
"Modesty in moderation—this is just mockery now."
Already knew via Breeding Uncle's eyes her clit was prime weak spot, so I tormented that exposed bean relentlessly. Giggling at her lust-glazed glare,
"Pussy perpetually wet, dick-ready anytime. Class, whatever—call comes, excuses and haul ass over. Meat toilets got no veto power, right?"
"...Seriously debating killing Master now, snatching the gear, and bolting."
"You won't. If you killed golden geese, you'd have grabbed the greatsword and ghosted ages ago."
"Don't get cocky. Like you know me. Even now—agguk, st-stop the clit... gonna cum... ♡"
"This proves it, yeah?"
Pinch-pinch. Tormenting her clit like this and all she does is moan—no resistance. If anything, the fight solidified her resolve.
"Honestly, designed this suit to strip you naked more often. Pleasantly surprised it's better than expected."
"...Figures. This insane suit, made for such trashy reasons. Genius or horndog—can't tell."
"Horndog. You're living it right now—what's to figure?"
"Heeeit, g-gonna... cuuuuum... ♡"
Honestly, no clue how I made it. Just craved a suit for more Geum-hwa nudity—my Breeding Uncle-y lechery triggered Breeding Uncle's Suspicious Knowledge, dumping Valkyrie suit blueprints in my head. Blinked, and boom: suit-slash-cape done.
"Anyway, 'gonna cum'? Bitching about dungeon stripping, but you're loving it more?"
"N-nyaaat... N-not that, tough fight—hiiiit, gonna... no, let me cum! Let me cum, Master... ♡"
"See? What if not genius. Good girl though, so..."
"Nnghoooooook?!"
Thrusting her pussy at me, Baek Geum-hwa starts climaxing. Husky-voiced blonde-tanned warrior begging clit orgasm, my gas-stove-twist on her clit sending her over—spreading wide and squirting. A sight I'd never tire of.
"Anyway, loving my gear? No bitching if I daily pussy-rape without mercy?"
"Huu... Not like I wanted meat toilet. Just took this..."
"Yeah yeah, spread wider."
"Y-you psycho...?!"
Her admitting no complaints? Flashlight on, peer inside that pussy.
"Valkyrie suit perks? Parking lot swelling's gone—recovered fully. Wanted you dick-stuffed in a puffy pussy, screaming. Shame."
"Maybe bolt now... ahk... ♡"
Prod-♡ Hooked finger straight into her cheeky pussy!
Visual said it all—no need to probe. But tit-jiggling clit-cumming? Horny overload, couldn't resist.
Hook finger like a leash, shove my face in with tongue lolled out.
"Perverted fuck... churrrrlp... ♡"
"Puhuhu..."
Glare of pure disgust at first—then she leans in, sucking my tongue like soft-serve.
Soon her tongue coils around, awkward but diligent: slathering my papillae and taste buds in saliva. Swish-swish-♡
"Oh?"
"M-Master taught me... chuop... ♡"
Good girl—starts handjob right there. Calloused raider-beating hands softly stroking my dick, she blushes at my awe, mashes her massive tits against me. Mouth-pussy service plus killer handjob.
Grabbing endless handfuls of those tits, I smirk at her diligent service despite the death-glare.
"Finally meat toilet posture emerging?"
"Bullshit. Contract payback—you gave, I repay equivalent. Uuung♡ Tits again—told you. Groping tits and pussy nonstop... ♡"
"Hot warrior shaking tits-ass naked in my face—how hold back? Hands-mouth idle anyway."
"Huuuup, chuuuup... ♡"
Swish-swish-♡ Arm 'round waist—she stiffens, then melts into my hold. Sucking, licking, lapping my tongue over and over, lips overlapping mine.
Prod-♡
"Hup?!"
"Puhahaha...!"
I ravage her pussy and tits wildly, savoring the blonde-tanned warrior's service.
Time passes—ejac urge building from her strokes. About to warn her, but she breaks first, sensing the throbs.
"Puha—gonna cum, right?"
"Genius meat toilet vibes. Dick twitch told you?"
"Shut it—where? Pussy? Or..."
"Belly dump. Smear those abs and bush in cum."
"...Dungeon run like that? No hiding from anyone?"
"You get it. You..."
"Genius again? Swear I'll deck you. Master—shut up, huu, wanna cum? Hurry."
Swish-swish-swish-♡ Resigned? Horny? Her final warrior handjob sprint—I blast her chiseled abs and bush.
"Cumming...!"
"Ugh, how much...?!"
Byurrrr-♡ Abs go white like chocolate syrup flood.
She frowns at the mess, sighs deep at my raging hard-on, props on wall, ass out invitingly.
"What?"
"What—obviously not enough. My p-pussy'll... milk it. Hurry, meat... tsk, meat toilet pussy for Master's dick relief."
"Why always so damn good?"
"Sh-shut up! Just contract fulfillment."
"Praise, dummy. Pussy up!"
"Kut... ♡"
Prod-♡ Awkward ass wiggle—half-assed seduction, offering pussy meekly.
Finger-tease that budding meat toilet mindset, dick ready to plunge—but then,
"U, uuuu..."
"Huh? Still kicking?"
A dying groan echoes—someone crawls slow to our feet. One of the raider Valkyries Baek Geum-hwa belly-punched into orbit earlier.