Date with Lusalka – Lingerie Makeover and Mall Conquest
I take Lusalka on a date, shoving the bill onto my wallet onaholes. "Please charge this card."
We've just finished eating at a fairly pricey Italian-style restaurant, and I hand over the card. I consider flashing the black card for maximum swagger, but using something like that carelessly would draw too much attention, right?
"S-Senpai... Are you sure this is okay? I really don't mind... This place has pretty steep prices, so maybe we should split it..."
"I told you to shut up and eat, didn't I? Don't get cheeky, you pussy bitch."
It's not my money anyway, so no burden on me—nothing to make a fuss about. Among the girls I'm fucking, the ones not from rich families are the minority. Even if they're not from noble houses, the bitches who made it to the academy thanks to their outstanding talents are mostly blessed with wealth. And I'm using cards from a few of them.
They might think of me as a kept man or something, but that's not it. For these girls who were never supposed to cross paths with a massive cock like mine, I'm helping them fulfill their purpose as pussies. It's only natural to accept a bit of material gratitude for that, right? Compared to what I do, this is dirt cheap.
For my wallet onaholes, my spending is pocket change anyway. I'm not into collecting expensive booze or art or anything.
The most extravagant thing I do is treat a junior like this. Isn't this actually noble and refined behavior?
"Oh, and one more thing. That outfit you're wearing isn't bad, but for pussy play later, I'd prefer something different."
I'm not picky about packaging in general, but the wrapping on an onahole is the exception. Might as well wrap it in something that gets me hard, right? Makes the fun better. So let's go shopping right now.
"Huh? R-Right now?"
"Yeah, no worries about money. I'll cover it, of course."
I usually like making my pussy bitches buy their own wrapping with their own cash. The thought of them spending their money on slutty outfits just to flirt with me in front of my cock is thrilling as hell. But a true connoisseur doesn't stick to one recipe.
"Let's get something feminine. Real feminine."
※ My turf is limited to the academy, so I'm clueless about the outside world. The original game didn't venture much beyond the academy either—just a few shops and event spots I vaguely remember.
This world looks pretty similar to my old one at a glance. But pay even a little attention, and you'll realize it's vastly different from where I came from.
Like when I went around the manga cafe and PC bang with Soyu-senpai last time.
"Whoa, a big shopping mall openly selling this kind of lingerie?"
Selling women's underwear in a mall is no big deal, but the level of these is insane—they grab your eyes. Some are so skimpy, you'd feel less ashamed just going naked. And posters of women proudly posing in them are printed and displayed like it's normal.
Occasionally, some dude passes by, sneaks a peek, and hurries off blushing. Flip that around, and that's the level of shame here—barely any.
I can't let this slide. Time for a fashion show.
"Try this on first. You'd look adorable."
"Eek?? Th-This? I don't think something like this suits a girl like me..."
"Hah, spouting nonsense again? Whether it suits you is my call, not yours. Don't talk back to a man, you bitch—move it."
For a girl who's secretly thrilled but keeps moping and babbling crap, I need to push harder. A spanking on that plump ass gets her moving, shaking her stinging cheeks as she pretends to resist and changes into the lingerie I picked.
Changing room? Why bother? She can strip right in front of me—do we really need that pointless space-hog?
Who knows.
"H-How's this feel? What do you think?"
Her voice trails off uncertainly, but the excited lilt betrays her. She doesn't need my 암컷독심술—mind-reading skill—for me to see she craves my praise. She twists her body seductively in cat lingerie, leaning forward coyly. Fuck, she's adorable. Who the hell goes around saying she lacks feminine charm, that she's too boyish? Are people in this world blind?
"Hmm, fucking hot. Bitches need to learn to flirt with men like this first. No matter how talented they are, they have to remember they're just hole-pussies that lose easily to a real man's cock—and the cuteness comes naturally."
I stroke the underside of her neck like petting a cat, and Lusalka lets out a sultry "Nyaaah~" while trembling at the waist. She soaks the lingerie with pussy juice before I've even paid. What a hopeless girl. Well, I was gonna buy it anyway.
Gotta grab a collar later too. Doesn't suit cats as much as dogs, but to mark her as my property properly, I need symbols like that, right? Apparently some cats wear them.
"Training sex with this cute cat pussy would feel amazing, huh?"
"…………."
Lusalka goes silent from embarrassment... or so I thought, but she's doing her best in her own way.
"N-Nyaan~♥"
"Pfft! Yeah, yeah, appealing like a cat? Anyway, you're fucking adorable."
I thought Rine was the cutest pure "adorable" among my onahole holes, but Lusalka's flavor is different—she's got her own charm. Especially since she doesn't realize how cute she is and tries even harder. That's the kicker.
Bitches like this need their pussies stuffed full of the fact that their cuteness is a woman's everything.
"Next, this one. Try it on."
"Y-Yes...♥"
Lusalka eagerly takes the maid bikini I hand her and changes. Watching her unwitting strip show is delicious.
"Wh-What do you think? Is this... c-cute too?"
"Mm~ Perfect. Lacks some classic appeal, though."
Maids should look prim and proper—that's half the fun of defiling them. A maid bikini dilutes the good stuff, making it a lesser variant. That's what I thought, but seeing it on her? Tasty. Especially on Lusalka, who's used to swimsuits—it amps up the flavor.
Ah, can't hold back.
"Come here."
I grab her hair, yank her in, and devour her mouth. She startles for a split second, then eagerly tangles her tongue with mine. Good girl. When a massive-cock man wants a kiss, a woman opens wide and responds properly. Her mindset as a woman is more on point than most. Nice.
I grab her huge tits. Boing, boing~ the thick flesh squishes in my grip! So fucking hot. What to do~? Pound her right here? No real issue if I do.
As I'm thinking that, a voice interrupts.
"C-Customers! Expressing affection is fine, but please refrain here in the store!"
These idiots plaster whore posters everywhere, but freak out over me just tonguing my onahole pussy a bit. Annoying store clerk. But looking closer, her face is decent enough. Good for a quick use-and-toss?
"No affection? Fine, then come suck my cock."
"Eh?"
"Mmm, slurrrrp~♥♥♥ Slurp, chuuuurp~♥♥♥"
Her cocksucking skills are meh. Turns out she has a boyfriend and experience—used pussy. I'm not one to auto-reject used goods, but she doesn't have anything to make up for it. Literally one-and-done. Perfect for eat-and-forget.
"Hey, didn't you just tell me to cut the affection? But cocksucking's okay?"
"Mmm, slurrrp~♥ Th-This is just to satisfy the customer's lust and prevent further nuisance, so no choice~♥"
"Nuisance, my ass. Keep making me sound like the bad guy."
I yank the clerk bitch's head and ram my cock deep into her throat. Tired of her bullshit—better finish quick and go.
"Hey, Lusalka. Go pay for everything we eyed. Here's the card."
"A-All of them?"
"Yeah. All. Gonna use 'em all tonight—hurry."
"Tonight... Y-Yes!"
Lusalka, eyeing the clerk getting her throat fucked with jealous envy, perks up at "tonight" and dashes to the register. So damn cute. Gonna make her cute all night.
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"...Lusalka?"