Evelyn's Throat Conquest
Geum Taeyang, who had been groping Evelyn’s raw breasts while ramming his cock down her mouth-pussy, finally blew his load.♥
“You lewd woman, our Guardian Commander! So you fell for me after watching my upper-body-nude sword practice? I’ll grant your wish! I’ll ram this massive cock straight down the Guardian Commander’s throat! The very throat that took my virginity! Kukuk!”
Pshhhht! Pshhhht! Squelch! Thrust! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Tchheeeep! Hnnng! Eeeep! Keheeeep!”
The corner toilet stall in the café restroom had turned into a scene of utter debauchery. The current quarterfinalist of the Yulisis Sword Dance Tournament and the Emperor’s right-hand woman—the empire’s second-in-command—were putting on a perverted, throat-fucking show. Geum Taeyang deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs as if daring anyone who entered to run away in shock. Of course, he was constantly checking the surroundings with True Mana Detection.
‘So this is what Dark Knight is really like! A man with the looks of a beautiful god yet the soul of a lustful beast! He vents his perverted desires without restraint! Truly, his demonic charm knows no bounds!’
Evelyn’s face was a mess from enduring Geum Taeyang’s frenzied throat-pounding, yet her eyes never left him. That sight was precious to her. She felt deeply moved to have seen the true Geum Taeyang. Already completely smitten, she interpreted everything he did in the most favorable light.
‘I’ll do my best too! So that Dark Knight doesn’t feel embarrassed showing me his true self, I’ll awaken every last bit of lust inside me!’
Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!
It was no accident that Evelyn had made Antoinette emperor. She was the type of person who took full responsibility for her choices and saw them through to the end. Geum Taeyang’s current behavior was clearly shocking to her, but she would digest it completely—so she could match this perverted god of a man. Because she had chosen him.
Evelyn vigorously kneaded Geum Taeyang’s muscular ass with both hands, groping and squeezing without restraint.
“You insolent woman! Even while being helplessly violated like this, you’re still satisfying the lewd desires of a twenty-eight-year-old spinster!”
Even Geum Taeyang was genuinely surprised. Honestly, just enduring his macho throat-fucking was already impressive. Yet Evelyn went beyond that—she was actively enjoying groping the man who was dominating her.
“You think I’ll lose? Not a chance! I’ll show you exactly what kind of man I am!”
Whoosh!
“Kuhhhng!”
Provoked by Evelyn’s fighting spirit, Geum Taeyang’s competitive side flared up. He grabbed her hair with his right hand while keeping her head pinned, then used his now-free left hand to start tearing open her uniform.
“Hnnngh!”
The moment her chest was exposed, Evelyn’s expression melted into a lewd grimace and a wanton moan escaped her nose. Her massive H-cup breasts spilled out of the tight compression bra.
‘Haa! I showed him my breasts! My breasts to the man I love! Aaaah, what do I do?!’
Evelyn was experiencing her first sexual encounter, so the act of revealing her body—especially the symbolic female chest—sent an even greater psychological thrill through her than simply touching her partner.
“Holy shit, these tits are fucking huge… You’ve been hiding these massive milkers under that dignified uniform?”
“Hnnngh…! Hnng! Hnnngh…!”
Evelyn grew even more embarrassed and aroused. Faced with Geum Taeyang’s raw, beastly reaction to her breasts, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a passionate nasal moan.
“Come here, you tits!”
Grab!
“Hnnngh!”
Squeeze!
Geum Taeyang aggressively seized Evelyn’s H-cup breasts. The moment they were grabbed, she let out an utterly feminine cry and her voluptuous body twitched.
“Kyaah…! These are premium-grade tits. So the Emperor has a loyal subject with such top-class breasts!”
Squeeze…! Squeeze…! Squeeze…!
“Hnnngh! Hahk! Hnnngh! Hnnngh!”
Twitch! Twitch! Shiver! Twitch!
If you grab them, you have to fondle them. That’s what breasts are for. Geum Taeyang, like a rutting beast, marveled at Evelyn’s breasts while thoroughly enjoying them. Overwhelmed by his skilled and relentless touch, Evelyn’s body convulsed in pleasure.
“But they’re mine now! No matter what else happens, female Evelyn Nefertari belongs to me! Right?”
Squeeze!
“Kuhhhng!”
Nod! Nod! Nod!
The Emperor’s loyal subject—simultaneously Geum Taeyang’s future cock-sleeve—had already begun a battle of wills with him. The fact that her master was the Emperor only fueled Geum Taeyang’s fighting spirit further. He crushed her breasts as if trying to burst them, asserting dominance. Evelyn, while still taking his cock down her throat, answered his demand by nodding repeatedly, yielding to the vulgar man before her.
“I beat the Emperor! Fuck, this feels amazing! Grope! Thrust! Grope! Thrust! Big sis, hurry up and grab my ass too!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!
“Tchheeeep! Kuhk! Kuhhhng! Kehk! Kuhhhng!”
Slurp! Slurp!
“Kya! Our Guardian Commander is squeezing my ass like she’s trying to rip it off!”
Having won the first round, Geum Taeyang celebrated by continuing to pound her throat while fondling her breasts. He even had the leisure to make sure Evelyn enjoyed herself. In response, the twenty-eight-year-old spinster fully displayed her pent-up lust.
“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna blow my load! My cum is coming out! Drink it all! When you have sex with me, you either take my cum in your womb or swallow it with your mouth—those are your only two options!”
Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!!
“Kheheep! Kehk! Kuhk! Kuhhhng! Hnnngh!”
Geum Taeyang felt an intense climax building and barked at Evelyn to receive his seed in the most aggressive tone yet.
“Big sis, this feels so fucking good!!”
Thud!!
Glurk! Pshhhht! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!
He parked his hips against Evelyn’s beautiful face and began pumping his cum straight down her throat.
“Hnnngh!”
Twitch!
The sensation of his cock swelling and erupting inside her made Evelyn’s body react violently. Even so, she desperately clung to his ass, trying to keep her posture steady so she could swallow every drop. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! With tears welling in her eyes from the overwhelming sensation, she obediently drank down load after load of Geum Taeyang’s semen.
“Good…! Kuhhh…! So good…!”
Slurp…!!
Feeling his cum being sucked deeper thanks to Evelyn’s efforts, Geum Taeyang shuddered and arched his back. He had finally finished—inside the throat and gullet of the empire’s second-in-command, pumping the seed of a vulgar male into her.
“Today, Guardian Commander Evelyn is escorting me, I see?”
Three days had passed. Emperor Antoinette, dressed and ready to watch the quarterfinals, gave her friend and Guardian Commander a playful remark when Evelyn approached in full uniform.
Some of the quarterfinal matches had already taken place the day before. On that day, the head of the guard had been in charge of the Emperor’s protection. Evelyn had gone on a date with Geum Taeyang that day as well, so the Emperor was subtly probing her.
“My apologies, Your Majesty… I was keeping an eye on the possibility of backstage trouble I mentioned earlier…”
Of course, Evelyn hadn’t gone to meet Geum Taeyang without reason. There had been reports that the Pavregas brothers had not yet left the empire, so she had used that as justification to prevent any potential incidents.
“Hohoho! I know. I’m not blaming our Guardian Commander. I simply mentioned it because I’m pleased to see you diligently carrying out your duties.”
Emperor Antoinette gently stroked Evelyn’s shoulder, finding her embarrassed friend adorable, and spoke in a lighthearted tone.
“But I did want to watch today’s matches together with our Guardian Commander. After all, it’s practically the final—two warriors facing off. Especially Count Samuel, whom the Guardian Commander has long respected as a warrior.”
Today’s quarterfinals featured two matches, one of which was Geum Taeyang versus Ex-Master Count Samuel.
“Y-yes. I heard Count Samuel has properly sharpened his axe blade this time.”
Evelyn nodded awkwardly.
‘I’m worried sick…’
Worried about whom?
‘Count Samuel is really strong… What if Dark Knight gets injured?’
Geum Taeyang.
Ever since the throat-fucking incident in the restroom three days ago, all sense of objective judgment had vanished from Evelyn’s mind. Previously she would have seen it as an even match, but now she could only fret over the man she loved, terrified that something might happen to him during the fight.
“The final quarterfinal match is about to begin!”
The Sword Dance Tournament herald announced the start of the last quarterfinal match—Geum Taeyang versus Samuel.
“Master! Please don’t get hurt!”
“Yeah.”
Soon the player introductions followed. Geum Taeyang appeared with a cool wave in response to his slave Bianca’s cheer from the stands.
“This is truly remarkable, Sword Empress.”
Emperor Antoinette spoke to Marianne while watching Geum Taeyang ascend the stage. Marianne was seated beside the Emperor as usual.
“If it’s Sir Samuel, I thought that swordsman calling himself Dark Knight would at least be tense, yet he shows no sign of nervousness at all. He doesn’t even look that old.”
It was because Geum Taeyang’s presence was so relaxed it bordered on looking like he was merely taking a stroll.
“I’ve seen someone like that recently as well, Your Majesty. I thought it was just bravado, but he truly possessed real skill.”
Marianne had already experienced someone who could display their full strength without trembling even before a famous powerhouse. That person was Geum Taeyang.
“Is that so? If even the Sword Empress personally dueled him, he must have been quite impressive.”
The Emperor didn’t seem to realize that the person Marianne had fought was the very man on stage.
“Yes. He stood out tremendously. I am certain that one day this warrior will stand before Your Majesty as well.”
Marianne smiled subtly and nodded. She could have directly mentioned that the person she met was Geum Taeyang, the Great Khan of the Mohican tribe, but she deliberately refrained. She wanted Geum Taeyang’s name to be spoken by himself, not through her.
“Oh…? Is his talent truly that great? I don’t recall you giving such high praise even to your beloved disciple. I’m very curious what kind of warrior he is. I hope that when I eventually meet him, my impression matches yours, hohoho!”
Emperor Antoinette was greatly intrigued. She knew well that the Sword Empress she respected was extremely strict—almost stingy—when evaluating a warrior’s talent. So strict, in fact, that she had once bluntly told even the Emperor herself, who took great pride in the sword, that she was not suited to master the legendary Snow Flower Sword.
“Ex-Master, Samuel.”
As the VIP seats and spectator stands grew increasingly focused,
“Swordsman Dark Knight.”
The two men on stage exchanged dry but respectful greetings from ten meters apart. Then—
“Match start!!”
With the main referee’s signal, Samuel charged forward first, wielding his massive axe.