Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Roughly the Best Pussy in Another World 6
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"This way, have a seat."
I patted the spot next to me.
Anais settled in demurely beside me.
"I'm not sure if you'll like it, sir. This is our first time offering overnight service..."
Well, of course it was.
I'd just invented the damn thing myself. Her husband was handing his wife over to a total stranger as a complimentary perk.
"You want me to be happy with it, right?"
"Yes. If you're pleased, sir, then I'll be happy too."
The suggestion had landed perfectly. The thrill of hypnosis lies in how the subtle shades of meaning in my words let me twist someone's emotions to my will.
I'd planted the keyword in Anais that giving sexual service to guests would fill her with joy.
It was incredibly effective at stripping away any instinctive aversion she might feel toward a stranger.
"Then come closer."
Anais met my gaze and gave a faint, teasing smile.
"Yes..."
She leaned in naturally, and our lips met.
Anais angled her torso toward me, eyes fluttering shut as she responded.
The moment I slipped my tongue inside, hers darted out to meet it, tangling eagerly. For someone with that prim, innocent look—like she had no idea what she was doing—she sure was enthusiastic.
I drew my tongue out long and plunged it back in. Anais gazed at me with glazed eyes, slurping at it noisily.
In the meantime, I reached over, hooked one of her legs toward me, and went straight for her pussy with my hand.
Not a hint of resistance or surprise, just as the suggestion dictated. She even parted her thighs herself, like she knew exactly what was coming.
It was all in the name of pleasure, after all—no room for shyness.
"Mmm. Ah. Slurp. Suck."
At point-blank range, close enough to count her eyelashes, our tongues writhed lewdly together as I caressed her pussy softly.
"Unh."
Virgins will sometimes swat your hand away on reflex, even under hypnosis. But married women? Their mental walls are paper-thin.
She was breathing in these sultry little gasps, practically begging for it.
I crooked a finger and slid it inside her pussy, rubbing the walls.
"Ahng...!"
Her body twitched, breasts jiggling naturally.
Her depths were scorching hot already. Pussy juice poured out without pause.
"Your fingers feel so good, sir..."
"I should be the one enjoying this—what if you're the one getting off?"
"Yes, hngh! Ah! Ah!"
I stabbed deep, churning her insides roughly. Anais writhed and squirmed.
"Ung, ung, ung."
She fidgeted restlessly, stifling whimpers.
My hand was drenched in her leaking juices.
"What do you think your husband's gonna say if he sees this? You melting from a guest's fingers during overnight service."
"Th-that's exactly..."
Anais clutched my arm, cheeks burning crimson all the way to her ears.
"This is bad. My pussy's nice and warm right now, perfectly ready... Please take your service. Okay?"
"Alright. How long we got?"
I laid her back as I asked.
"We didn't set any time limit..."
"How about until I say stop?"
"Yes!"
As I stripped, Anais rolled onto her side, grabbed one ass cheek, and hiked it up to spread her pussy wide.
"Pussy service for you, sir. Let me know if anything's not to your liking."
Her voice was soft with embarrassment, but clear and polite. Cute.
The sight had my cock throbbing rock-hard—I'd totally forgotten about cumming earlier today.
I climbed onto the bed and sank straight into her pussy.
"Nghuut!"
Anais turned her face away, clutching the bedsheets.
I hammered into her pussy with full force.
"Heek! Ung! Just a sec. Sir, ngheuk!"
"What?"
I kept thrusting, asking without breaking rhythm. Her breaths came in ragged gasps.
"Every time your cock plunges deep, sir, it just... keeps feeling better and better, climbing higher without end..."
"That something you need to confess right now?"
"But it's so weird..."
"Didn't happen with your husband?"
Anais went beet red and clamped her mouth shut.
Pussy-fucking synced perfectly with the suggestion I'd planted—it was only going up from here.
No coming down until I decided to quit. Naturally, I played dumb.
"Nggut! Heung! Ah, aaang!"
Her moans grew louder by the second. No way this rickety old inn muffled a thing—it echoed everywhere.
"Nngat, ung! Ung! Ung!"
No wonder they called it premium pussy.
It clenched down greedily, like it was begging me to fill it.
She kept trying to hide her face, so I pried her legs wide apart and flipped us into missionary.
Every deep plunge sent her tits bouncing wildly.
"Why cover your face?"
"Hak, haeng, it's not fit for a man to see...!"
"You're botching the pussy service. Go tell your husband to fix it?"
Anais flinched and dropped her hands.
Her face was a melted mess as she pleaded desperately.
"Nghook, forgive me...! I'll do better...!"
Her legs hooked around my waist. She rolled her hips teasingly at first, but when I pounded relentlessly, her head snapped back.
"Nghiit!"
I'd been going nonstop—sweat slicked my skin now too. But no breaks needed.
I drove into her with everything I had, pounding till my heart felt ready to burst, hell-bent on draining every drop of stamina until she passed out.
"Heugik! Aangdae, dump it in me, sir. The pussy owner's gonna change."
I buried my cock as deep as it would go and unleashed a massive load.
Exhausted from the brutal climax, I slumped forward. Anais wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Her huge tits squished against me—pure bliss.
I braced my arms and pushed back up.
"Sir...?"
Anais peered up at me, eyes equal parts hopeful and scared.
No plans tomorrow. Stamina for days. I could go as long as I wanted.
I didn't stop. Fucked her senseless until exhaustion claimed us both in the dead of night.
When I woke the next morning, there was Anais, sprawled out asleep right next to me.
"Morning already..."
I'd pumped her full till cum leaked back out, but now I wanted more.
Treating her like my own wife, I clambered on top like a monkey and shoved my cock in.
"Ung...!"
Still half-asleep, Anais lifted her hips just enough to take me.
"Sir, if I don't head back... ngheut! Morning pussy service is risky...!"
"Just till your husband shows up."
I went at her rough, aiming for a quick finish. Anais shuddered and buried her face in the pillow.
"Ah, aangdae, no dick-negotiating. Sir...! Ngeuk! Nghik!"
A short nap had recharged me fully. I crushed her beneath me, pounding like it was rape.
But she moaned right back, loving every second.
Lost track of time railing her—then the innkeeper knocked.
"Sir? Can I come in?"
"Heug, ngat, st-stop, husband's outside. If you go harder, what thenngh...!"
"Yeah, come on in."
I flung the covers aside, proudly displaying my cock slamming into Anais from behind as I faced him.
"What's the matter?"
"If you don't send my wife back soon, we're gonna have issues..."
"Heug! Nggut! Ohook! Ohguk...!"
"Sorry about that. Like you said, premium pussy—we went all night."
I gripped Anais's neck and yanked her head up. Her face was wrecked from back-to-back orgasms, tongue lolling out.
"Glad you enjoyed the overnight service."
"I'll be back for more. Great pussy."
My hips pistoned like a machine, churning her depths.
"Ngeuk! Cum in me. Was about to head out this morning, ngeuk, ohook! But sir's extending it with his cock."
"Mind if I finish in your wife's pussy before I go? Right in the middle here."
"Ah, got it. I'll wait downstairs."
Once the innkeeper left, I dumped every last drop into Anais's pussy, then pulled out.
"Hee... hiee... hak..."
Anais shielded her eyes with her arms, panting heavily.
"I'll come back for more pussy service."
"Yes..."
Her pussy really was top-tier—no denying it.
Before heading out, I layered on a fresh suggestion for both of them: sexual services strictly for the special guest, Decal.
Reset everything to normal inn mode, and stepped outside.