Chapter 394: The Match
The day of the confrontation.
At the hour when the sun, vigorously heralding the start of a new day as always, hung precisely at the center of the sky.
Scattered across the bed, thoroughly soaked in semen and pussy juices just like every morning, the women lay sprawled out, their bodies slathered head to toe in every kind of bodily fluid.
Squelch... squelch... ♥
"Ah, aaaah... Master, your coooock... ♥"
Among them, the platinum-blonde sow—the one who could probably take all my pent-up lust in one go, making her the only one truly worthy of the word—straddled me as I leaned against the headboard, shaking her ass wildly.
Just like the others—no, even more than them, her body caked thick with semen—Eleonora showed no signs of tiring as she turned her back to me, her snow-white skin on full display, pounding away like a madwoman.
Urga-unnie and the elf, who had long since tapped out, tossed occasional barbs at Eleonora as she endlessly sated her lust.
"That bitch is relentless... how many times has that been on her own...?"
"...Boss!"
They'd been fucked swollen-pussied themselves, pounded mercilessly, yet here she was, serving me like none of that mattered.
Her pussy and body just as red and swollen as theirs, marked with kiss bites, teeth marks, the works from our rough play—Eleonora ignored it all, burning herself out solely for my pleasure.
Urga-unnie let out a sigh, as if all her old grudges had been for nothing in the face of Eleonora's utter immersion in depravity.
The elf, for reasons unknown, gazed at Eleonora endlessly milking semen from me with outright admiration.
She probably saw Eleonora as her superior, her literal boss—nodding her head in time with those massive tits bouncing up and down, clenching her own pussy in mimicry whenever Eleonora squeezed hers tight.
She must've resolved to make Eleonora her role model in every way.
To give her a better look, I spread the world's sluttiest, most legendary pussy wide for the elf to see, then slammed my cock straight into Eleonora's womb as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"Hng, eeeeeek... ♥"
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt—
"...Incredible."
The moment Eleonora came again, creampied once more, Urga-unnie—who'd been lounging beside us—propped herself up slightly and asked,
"But... is it really okay to be doing this here? We don't even know what those bitches are plotting, and we're just lounging around like this...?"
"It's their last desperate flail. Mess with that, and we'll have endless complaints later. Can't give 'em an excuse, y'know."
Like, "I could've won! But you interfered beforehand even though we agreed not to! This is invalid! Invalid!!" kicking up a fuss and refusing to admit defeat.
Or maybe they'd rigged some spell to trigger the instant we interfered, hitting us with some nasty debuff.
Given their history of dirty tricks far from fair play, and now betting their very rights as humans, Violet and her crew had likely prepared countermeasures against any sabotage from us.
"This calls for a battle of nerves. You know that better than anyone, unnie."
"...True. Times like this, you act like you couldn't care less what they're scheming—total nonchalance to seize the initiative... But what does that have to do with putting my wrecked pussy on full display like this?"
With a teasing heh, Urga-unnie slid into the spot Eleonora had vacated, planting her ass on my thighs and guiding my hand to her crotch as she smirked.
"Parading my pussy all busted up like this—isn't that overkill provocation? Or... maybe the provocation's just an excuse, and you really wanna knock me up... ♥?"
Her pussy so thoroughly wrecked by my cock that the slightest brush of my fingertips made her jolt—yet her mouth ran just fine.
Still, having lived by the blade, she grasped the need for this psychological edge as well as Eleonora did.
Urga-unnie spread her legs over me, aligning her swollen pussy—lips gaping wide, drooling semen like they couldn't take anymore—with my cock.
"You sure you're okay with this? Tell me if it hurts."
"Hmph, if that bitch can do it, so can I! Think a little swelling's gonna make me pass up this sturdy cock? My pussy ain't that—"
A feral grin on her face, Urga-unnie mounted my cock, her entrance nibbling at the tip—then we all froze. Not just her; Eleonora, the elf, even me.
Footsteps from the front yard—we'd detected Violet and Christia's arrival at last.
Squelch— ♥
"Hngh... ♥"
She impaled herself on my cock right then, grabbing my hand to clamp onto her tits again.
"Fuuuuck!! Cock, so fucking goooood!! Cock, yesss, aaaah...!!"
"Ahaha..."
Might as well enjoy the depravity while psyching them out—especially showing off the barbarian princess getting bred like the cheapest whore.
I roughly gripped Urga-unnie's massive tits—not far off Eleonora's in size—sat her down on my lap, and scooted to the bed's edge.
Positioned so they'd see me holding her the moment they stepped through the door.
"Heh..."
"...Me too?"
Eleonora flashed a catlike grin at our display, slinking under the bed to lap at my feet. The elf blinked in confusion, tilting her head—then circled behind me, hugging tight.
A blatant taunt: ditch your pathetic resistance and devote yourselves like this barbarian princess, this knight, this elf.
The footsteps drew closer, reaching the front door—it swung open, and Urga-unnie seized the moment, wailing louder than ever.
"Coooock!! Cock, harder, pooound meee!! Wreck my womb, knock me up all you want, hurry and fill this cum-dump womb, this semen-receptacle pussy!!"
"Hic...!?"
"...!!"
And sure enough, the moment they crossed the threshold, Urga-unnie's echoing howls shattered Violet's determined expression from the yard. Her eyes shook as she stared at us, lips twitching silently.
"Huh?"
"What's her deal?"
But we weren't the only ones caught off guard.
Up until Violet—her light purple twintails swaying—stepped inside, we'd been smug, sure we'd crushed their morale with our lewd display.
Then Christia appeared behind her, and we panicked just like Violet.
"We're here, Christia!"
"Ughhhh... hnnngh... ♥"
Where the hell did she get that? Christia was a sight—beyond pathetic, straight-up spectacle.
Smack—!
"We're heeeere!!"
"Ughhhhngh... ♥"
A dog collar around her neck, black blindfold over her eyes, ball gag stuffed in her mouth—crawling on all fours, ass up, thrilled at Violet's palm smacking her cheeks.
Whatever happened these past three days, that blissful reaction told us plenty about Violet's handiwork—and the bet she was bringing to my door.
And sure enough—
"Where the hell did you get those? I took 'em all back."
"Hmph, snuck 'em while you were sleeping like idiots. Reclaimed 'em!"
Violet brandished the custom deep insemination tool for Christia and bags of my semen.
"It's a bet! To prove whose the real master of Christia—who couldn't even break her. Right here, right now!"
"Ughhhhngh ♥"
Another smack bent Christia's body, a clear stream gushing from between her legs.
"Didn't expect you'd come at me like this. Thought you'd wanna fight fair."
"As if. You think I'd challenge raw power against a man who could topple kingdoms?"
So that's what they'd been doing non-stop for three days: training Christia.
Turning my own playbook—my specialty in sexual domination—against me.
Instead of despairing at their cornered position and seeking a "glorious" end, they'd opted for a head-on counter with the very humiliations we'd inflicted.
Desperation? Or some hidden scheme? Either way, I bounced Urga-unnie's tits like a ball and asked,
"So, what's the game?"
Violet set the deep insemination tool on the floor.
"Simple. Three rounds total. First two, you and I each make Christia cum once. Then..."
"Let Christia decide who she serves. Winner takes all?"
At my words, Violet planted hands on her hips, puffing out her modest chest. Her light purple vulva—glowing brighter than ever—shone radiantly from her lower belly.