The Head Butler’s Test, Part 2: Practice for Getting Her Pregnant
From behind, I kneaded Verita’s breasts as I led her to the vanity.
Between her legs, a mixture of her juices and my semen dripped to the floor, but neither of us paid it any mind.
Standing before the vanity, she looked straight ahead into the large mirror and her own reflection.
"To think we’re doing this while watching our bodies mingle in the mirror. That is not a bad method."
It would have been fine enough, but I had something else in mind.
I slid both hands between Verita’s legs and gently parted them.
Then I slipped my hands beneath the backs of her knees and lifted her as I said, "Hold on tight so you don’t fall."
Her expression remained stiff as ever, but the way her shoulders jolted told me she wasn’t entirely unshaken.
Still, she quickly grasped what I was thinking and, as I lifted her lower half, she braced herself against the vanity with both hands.
With her lower body fully raised by me, she was left supporting herself only with her hands on the vanity.
Her legs, meanwhile, were spread indecently wide in an M-shape because I was holding both knees apart.
Normally, if she kept her mouth shut, she overflowed with refinement and dignity.
But now that she was hanging from me in a pose like this, that vulgarity only doubled.
"...What a beastly position."
Her face showed no emotion, but she didn’t seem to dislike it.
If anything, my instincts told me she liked it.
Without asking, I drove my cock into the woman I was holding up.
"Nngh!"
"Since it’s your second time, you’re taking me even better than before. At this rate, I’m starting to think you were born a slut."
"Hah... Ian, you’re even firmer than before. There can be no doubt you are an excellent male."
"Thanks for the compliment."
And with that, I started to hammer into her pussy.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Mmh... Ah! This is wonderful. Being used while held up like this...! O-oh... It feels even stronger than before, hnng!"
Even with her blank face, the filthy sounds spilling from her mouth gave her a strangely decadent air.
The way the folds of her cunt clung fiercely to my cock felt good, too.
"Hngh, to move so skillfully... Ohh. Hah, it’s hard to believe this is your first time with a woman. Hnng, are you truly a virgin?"
"Yep. Though you’re a first-timer too, and you’re clamping down on me like crazy."
To keep her from pressing me any further, I put more strength into my hips and stirred the inside of her cunt.
"O-ohh! Th-then... Hah. You really are on a genius level, hnng. You’d be more than fit to keep many sluts."
"Do you want to be one of my sluts, Verita?"
"It would, ah, surely be blissful... Hnng! But this is still not enough... Ngh!"
"Then how about this!"
Keeping the violent piston motion of my hips, I shook her lower body to match it, like a fleshlight.
As the friction between her inner walls and my cock intensified, her moans naturally grew louder as well.
At the same time, the cosmetics laid out on the vanity rattled noisily, making the whole scene feel even more real and stoking my excitement further.
"Hahh... Uht. Uht. Nngh... Hoh! So violently... Ohh."
The stimulation must have been intense, because Verita’s face in the mirror gradually began to twist with pleasure.
Her brow tightened slightly, and her eyes looked as though they might roll back at any moment.
Her lips parted as she let out beastly cries.
The difference wasn’t huge, but this was Verita—cool, icy Verita—so even this felt like a dramatic transformation.
"Hah... Hhng. Ngh. Hngh, ohh...! C-cock... Ah!"
The sight of her rear end bouncing as I held her up was almost unbearable in its obscenity.
But there was one thing I regretted about this position.
Every time she was struck and rocked by my cock, a little of her side breast peeked out from my back-facing angle, and I couldn’t touch it.
To soothe that frustration, I drove my hips even harder, and the flesh clamping around my cock tightened in response.
"Ian... I, I’m about to... Ngh! Ohooh!"
The moment she said she was about to, she came.
To keep her from collapsing if her arms gave out, I set down the legs I’d been holding and pulled her upright into my arms.
"Hahh, ah! Ohh...!"
Leaning against me, Verita’s breasts were squeezed roughly in my hands.
Even when I clenched them as hard as wringing out a rag, she didn’t seem to be in pain—she only kept moaning in the lingering haze of her orgasm.
"I’m still not done yet. Were you already finished?"
"Hah...! Y-yes. I came. Your cock made everything go white for a moment."
I didn’t bother asking whether she wanted to be my woman now.
After all, I was confident in myself, and even if this hadn’t been a test, I wanted to enjoy her to the fullest while I still could.
And honestly, Verita’s body was absurdly soft.
The sensation of her hardened nipples catching under my hand every time I rubbed her breasts was wonderful, too.
She had been cool and hard to approach in a suit, but now she was naked, leaning against me while I groped her chest, and I couldn’t get my excitement to settle at all.
What’s more, my cock was still inside her.
"Standing like this makes you feel like my cock case, Verita."
"A cock case is a fine expression. There is still some of your semen left inside me, Ian, so I suppose I could also be described as a semen storage slut."
I hadn’t expected her to one-up me with such deadpan seriousness.
This time, I wanted to take her from the front, so I carried Verita to the bed and laid her down.
She stretched her appetizing body across the mattress and looked up at me.
The face of the slut who’d been panting just moments ago was gone, and her expression had returned to its usual blank composure.
"Verita."
"Yes?"
"You said you might become my woman if I pass the test, right?"
"Of course. And in case I forgot to mention it, that also assumes the Chairman gives her permission."
Mm. I’d worry about that later.
"Anyway, if you might become my woman, that means you’d also be willing to get pregnant with my child, right?"
"If Ian is that charming a male, then yes."
"Then I should practice getting you pregnant in advance."
"I see."
Her response was as cool and dry as ever, but perhaps because I’d just seen her making those slutty noises, she almost seemed to be looking forward to it.
I stepped up to the woman lying on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Do you know what we’re going to do now?"
"Since you said we were practicing for pregnancy in this position... it would be a mating press."
I knew she’d get it right.
"That’s right. I’m going to start now, so present your pussy."
I pressed the tip of my cock to her neatly arranged slit.
Her plump, fleshy labia blocked the way, but before long they were slick with saliva and parted open.
The instant I felt the cunt walls sweep over my glans, I shoved all the way in at once.
"Nghh!"
At her renewed cry, I lowered my body over hers and started moving my hips.
A position driven only by the single-minded purpose of getting the other person pregnant.
Still, Verita didn’t resist; instead, she welcomed my cock with a strong, gripping squeeze.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Nngh, ah... Hoh! This position... It is my first time, but I like it, hnng. Could you press down a little harder?"
At her request, I pressed my body down over hers more firmly.
The feel of her soft belly and squishy breasts wrapped around me, and the scent of a slut’s sweat acted like pheromones, teasing my nose.
"Hah... Ah... Wonderful. A broad, dependable chest that can protect a slut. Even the scent of sweat that makes one want to bear offspring. Hnng. I am once again confirming that Ian is an excellent male."
"You’re such a delicious slut, Verita, I want to make you mine!"
"Nghh! Yes, that is it. With that kind of attitude... ahh. Seize the innocent life of a slut and make it your own, hnng...!"
She evaluated and instructed me with cool precision.
When she worked as a head butler, she had carried an air of authority, but now she was nothing more than my personal hole that couldn’t get away.
And knowing that, her pussy squeezed my cock all the more happily.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ngh! O-ohh... To be pinned down and dominated by a male. Hah, I think I would like to recommend this position to the Chairman as well. Ohh...."
I’d welcome that, of course, but I couldn’t quite picture the modest Angela on her back, writhing like a slut under me.
"Would Angela really like it?"
"Of course. Hnng, every woman has a desire to be dominated by a male deep inside her. Hah... Ah. It is, in fact, their fate to do so."
Without a shred of self-consciousness, she tried to turn every woman in the world into a pervert like herself, all while enthusiastically clenching down on my cunt.
Moving so diligently, my urge to cum gradually started to rise, and she opened her mouth again.
"Nngh, your cock has grown even harder, Ian. I can tell because it has grown hot enough to burn inside me. You are getting close to ejaculation, yes?"
"Yeah, so get ready to get pregnant!"
Frantic and chasing the pressure of my impending release, I started jabbing into her hole with everything I had.
"Hahh, ohh! Ngh! Ooh... Ah! G-getting pregnant... Like a proper slut, get pregnant. Hahhh!"
Pinning Verita down from above, I thrust my glans deep into her womb opening.
As if truly eager to get pregnant, the entrance clung to my tip, and I poured my seed into her just like that.
"Hahh, ohh! S-semen... Inside the womb... Hnng."
With only the slightest tilt of her head, she climaxed with me.
She looked more strained than at any point so far, but her cunt kept sucking at my cock and doing its job all the same.
We trembled together in pleasure for a little while like that, bodies pressed tight, and only after her convulsions subsided did I pull out.
"Haah... Haah...."
Breathing hard, Verita stared blankly at the semen flowing out between her legs.
"An enormous amount... It’s awakening my desire to get pregnant. At this rate, I think you could definitely impregnate the Chairman."
She couldn’t seriously be thinking of having my child, could she?
I’d have to make sure she took birth control afterward.
With a face flushed with lust, Verita rubbed her lower belly and looked at me.
"That does not mean you have passed. My standards include stamina, as well."
That was great news.
My still-hard cock nodded in agreement, too.
"So..."
As Verita spread her pussy wide with her fingers, the amount of semen flowing out increased.
"Please continue."
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"Nngh!"
I pressed down on Verita beneath me and poured my semen into her.
Since my first climax in the mating press, this was the fourth time.
By contrast, Verita had climaxed eight times—twice my count.
Despite her composed demeanor, her body was rather sensitive, and she had often been brought to orgasm even when I hadn’t cum yet.
"Hah, ah... You’re still this hard. As expected, you are no ordinary man."
She was still gasping in the aftermath of her orgasm, but she continued to assess me thoroughly, even though the sharpness in her gaze had gone much softer than it had at first.
Even so, when she climaxed, she didn’t fall apart any more than before.
All she showed was a slightly pinched face from pleasure and the same filthy moans as before, so I couldn’t tell whether she was just enduring well or whether that was simply the limit of what she was capable of showing.
"I can still keep going."
"Good. Though it seems I have sweated rather a lot. I should replenish my fluids for a moment."
"Just a second."
Returning to her proper, dutiful-butler bearing, I got off the bed and headed for the refrigerator.
"Huh? It’s empty?"
There was only one bottle of water among the line of liquor bottles, and it was completely drained.
"It seems I forgot to refill it. I’ll go to the kitchen, so please rest for a moment."
The kitchen was quite a distance away, and she was going now?
...Wait a second.
Something suddenly came to me.
"Verita."
"Yes, Ian."
"I’m thirsty too. Let’s go together."