Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Gotta Enjoy This Rare Banquet
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It's a rare banquet, so I should enjoy it a bit.
How the hell did things end up like this?
It was clearly just a carefree, fun banquet at the start...
The scene was set a few hours earlier.
"No way... That's Lizard Baron over there, and that one's Bank Robber Black Hound. And that old monster? Red Guillotine... All these guys whose names alone strike fear, gathered in one place!"
The moment Sora stepped into the banquet hall, her eyes lit up like fireworks.
They sparkled innocently, like a kid spotting a toy she wanted, but to me, it looked way more blatant than that.
It wasn't just "I want to catch them"—it was a fiery red battle lust closer to "I'm gonna kill 'em."
Her gaze burned hotter than the chandelier lights flickering in the ballroom.
'She's so thrilled... Good thing I did this!'
Sora was right on the money.
All the ones I'd deliberately dragged here today were executive-level villains.
They had some notoriety in the villain underworld, but none had clawed their way to the very top.
In simple terms, they were flashy on the outside but hollow inside—pure show-offs, nothing but walking experience points for the Prismatic Eight magical girls to squash in one hit.
Still, no room for complacency.
What I was after was that final moment when everyone lost all reason and went berserk.
The human auction.
The instant these bastards lost their minds drooling over pussy and dropped their guards, Sora would transform into Pink Lumina and smash the stage to bits.
The script, the timing—everything was my masterpiece show.
I raised my wine glass with a calm smile.
Polite on the surface, sinister underneath.
And I thought to myself:
While we had time, I'd use "banquet etiquette" as an excuse to work my wife even harder.
She'd experience every sleazy villain custom with that body of hers.
That's when it happened.
"Sir, feeling peckish? Care to try my 'pussy sausage'?"
"P-Pu-Pussy?!"
Perfect timing.
The maid approaching us looked like a proper maidservant from afar, decked out in a frilly outfit.
Up close, though? Chastity was a distant dream.
Her top was ripped wide open like it'd been torn apart, her tits half-spilling out.
A scrap of fabric barely clung over her nipples—any twitch, and those pink buds would pop free.
No skirt worth mentioning.
The front flap was just a sheer garter strap hooked to her waistband, and below that? Wide open.
And in that gaping pussy.
Three whole sausages were jammed inside.
Half-swallowed by her slick walls, they jiggled with wet schlick-schlick sounds every time she moved.
Pussy juice glistened slickly, dripping down the sausages and pattering onto the carpet in fat drops.
Like she'd turned her cunt into a cooking vessel, serving up steaming hot links.
Sora froze solid at the sight.
Right in front of her eyes, sausages sliding in and out of the woman's pussy with those lewd schlick-schlick noises.
Her face flushed beet red in an instant.
I leaned in and whispered.
"Great chance. Ask for one."
"?! N-No way... Eat a sausage that's been in some other woman's pussy...?"
"Don't worry. That maid's probably been auctioned off as a monster slave and conditioned over and over—her whole body's been modded spotless. And the rule for maids at these banquets? If they can't sell all the food they've stuffed in their pussies to the VIPs, they get punished all night long."
"...!"
Truth was, even human maids slaving under villains didn't get whipped just for shorting a few sausages.
Sure, some broke down after body mods and mind-breaking training, ending up as meat toilets.
But no way a total wreck like that would serve at a high-exec banquet.
The maid in front of us was the opposite.
A bitch who worked for pay, volunteering her pussy with a gleam in her eye that screamed "I love this shit."
Of course, no need to tell Sora that truth.
Where's the fun if she rejected the "pussy sausage" in disgust?
So I fed her a dark fantasy lie any magical girl would buy hook, line, and sinker.
And did she swallow it whole?
Sora's face burned crimson as she mumbled through teary eyes.
"C-Can I... have two? One for my husband... and one for me...?"
"Of course, ma'am."
The maid beamed, spreading her pussy wide and yanking out a sausage.
Schluuuurp—.
Sticky strands trailed from her walls.
Pussy juice droplets splattered back onto the carpet.
Soon, two glistening sausages, soaked in cunt sauce, were in our hands.
Sora gulped, trembling as she swallowed hard.
But I wasn't done—not by a long shot.
"Hey. Can you swap mine for one without so much pussy juice?"
I grinned wickedly, pointedly eyeing Sora beside me.
"The sauce I eat always comes straight from my wife's pussy."
"T-T-T-Taegon?!"
The maid smirked slyly, tilting her head.
"Oh, got it. Want me to stuff it in for you?"
I waved her off, patting Sora's thigh.
"Nah. I'll shove it in myself. You're good to go."
"Understood."
The maid bowed a prim ninety degrees, then waddled off, thighs quivering from the sausage still lodged in her pussy.
Every step, her dripping cunt jiggled obscenely, flashing the crowd like it was on purpose.
Then, midway, some VIP playfully jammed his half-eaten sausage up her ass.
"Nyaahh♥?!"
A slutty moan escaped as she shuddered, squirting from her ass too.
I glanced back, and my eyes locked.
'Fuck... I wanna pin her down right now.'
Sora staring up at me, teary-eyed, clutching that pussy-glazed sausage, her gaze trembling.
Anger, shock, worry—all mixed on her face.
And damn if that didn't make her cuter.
The kind of cute that made me wanna slam her against the wall and fuck her senseless.
"D-Darling! What the hell did you just say to that woman?!"
"Come on, Sora. Or are you saying it's fine if I eat another woman's pussy juice?"
"?! Th-That's... No, but! Even so! To your wife... right in the middle of the banquet... stuff a pussy-juice sausage?!"
Acting all innocent now.
She'd just cum like a whore out there under "inspection," and now she was blushing?
But... that was the charm of our pure magical girl Pink Lumina.
Her innocence had my cock swelling again, impossible to hide.
And then it hit me.
Great idea.
"Of course it makes sense. Hell, among villains, this is the latest trend, Sora."
"Wh-Wha?!"
I'd planned to just feed her some monster special pussy sausage...
But nah, couldn't hold back.
Saying that, I unzipped right in the middle of the banquet hall and whipped out my raging hard-on.
My cock sprang out, pillar flushed red and throbbing.
Sora's face went scarlet like she'd faint, frantically scanning around.
"I-Idiot! Taegon! Hurry and put it away... hide it...?!"
But she'd realize soon enough.
This wasn't that kind of place.
Men with dicks out and bitches sucking or riding them everywhere.
Some were even dipping their maid sausages in their own pussies for extra glaze, then squirting husband cum like ketchup.
And now, it was our turn.
I whispered in Sora's ear.
"Sora, that's how ladies eat here. Pussy sausages aren't done till they're soaked in hubby's cum!"
"R-Really?"
Total bullshit, of course.
Cum coating was just a kink.
I made it up 'cause I wanted to defile and devour my wife's pussy.
Yet naive Sora bought it wholesale.
She glanced nervously around, face flushed, then dropped to her knees.
Spread her thighs, leaned forward, and gripped my cock with both hands.
Hot and bulging between her pale fingers, it twitched, oozing sticky pre-cum all over her knuckles.
"It's... so warm..."
Sora breathed shakily, shyly flicking her wrist to rub my glans.
A clear squelch as it slickened up fast.
I leaned down and murmured.
"Yeah, good girl. Now add some sauce to my pussy sausage too."
"Hic...!"
Sora squeezed her eyes shut like there was no escape, took a sausage from me, and brought it to her pussy.
Thighs quaking, she shyly parted her lips and—
Shluck.
"Nngh♥"
Her hole gaped open, swallowing the sausage whole.
Sticky juices drenched it, her walls clamping like they were made for it.
Sora shivered, gulping air.
I grinned in satisfaction.
"Good job, Sora. No one's gonna suspect a thing now."
"H-Hic... Really...? Ahh... S-So embarrassing...♥"
She barely mumbled, but her pussy was already twitching, sucking the sausage deeper on its own.
Any second till I blew.
Her shaky hand brought the other sausage to my tip.
And—
Splurt! Splurt-splurt!
White cum erupted like a fountain, splattering the sausage.
Sticky ropes dangled, coating the meat; some strands hit Sora's cheek and tits.
Tears in her eyes, she brought it to her lips and took a bite.
"Mm... Ahh... S-Salty...♥"
Meaty savor exploded in her mouth, laced with that fresh, musky heat of cum.
Eyes shut tight, she shuddered and swallowed.
Like a reward, I gripped the sausage still in her pussy like a handle and shook it up and down.
"Nyaaah?!♥"
Her hole clenched hard from the stimulation, sucking it deeper.
Thighs trembling, she hit climax, squirting hot juices.
Droplets coated the sausage another layer.
In the end, what was left in my hand was a sausage double-, triple-dipped in my wife's pussy juice.
One bite, and it was a perfect, sweet-salty, utterly depraved feast.
'Flawless. If the plan goes off without a hitch, this'll be the best banquet ever!'