Breeding Uncle Witnesses the Overwhelming Pussy
Carmilla. She had no family name. No one knew if she even had parents from the start, or the circumstances of her birth. She had simply existed at some point.
People called her the first mage, a witch. The mysterious one, the terrifying one. The embodiment of mystery itself. Words swirling around her were always plentiful.
From the beginning, she wasn't the type to enjoy mingling with others. So what had she done during those long ages?
The pursuit of knowledge. And its advancement. Carmilla was innately a scholar, a researcher, a developer.
Among them, she had the greatest talent for magic, and she delved into it, researched it, advanced it.
No one knew how she maintained her immortality. Many had lunged at her, and she had slaughtered them with disdain.
Greedy things. Are all humans like this? Huh?
No. But after ninety-nine—no, thousands—of acts of goodwill twisted by malice, after suffering horrors that memories wouldn't erase, who wouldn't?
Carmilla had watched those who first showed her kindness, who taught her what "humanity" meant, burn ever more fiercely until they were consumed.
Ughaaaaah!!! Kyaaack!!!
Right before her eyes, a village woman burst into flames, screaming as she turned into a lump of carbon.
She had watched her from infancy, born of her parents. Watched the girl grow, marry, bear children, age into an old mother. Her children. Her husband. Her parents. All carbonized, crisped to perfection.
She didn't burn. She had her own abilities. Instinctively evaded death. Survived.
It's the witch!!! That bitch hasn't aged in decades!!
Fuck, she's stripped naked. The rumors were true—she's a slut!! That old hag look was a disguise!
Of course she was naked. Would clothes survive fire normally? Fucking idiots making her want to puke. Carmilla looked down at her hands. Ah. Youthened again. Hey. I thought my life was worth dying with them.
Her special skill, Duplicate Human. The ability to create clones she could use like limbs or another body. She couldn't die until all clones perished. And those clones were all replicas of her most beautiful self in her twenties.
Despite the cheers around her, she'd never met a man charming enough to love. But it didn't matter. She had family.
This time, she was truly, truly ready for a human death. Since the girl was born, she'd lived seventy years in this village without using her powers. That's how much she loved them. Enough to embrace death. But... now I'm the only one left?
Was it a delusion that I could be human too, share their fate?
Really, really... I find you all disgusting. Yeah.
Tears fell from her hollow eyes.
The men, armed, approached her amid the charred wooden houses. Some started dropping their pants, as if to rape her.
Ah. Disgusting. Nauseatingly so.
All of them...
Ping-! Ping ping ping ping ping ping ping-
Red lines slashed across the throats, chests, legs, arms, cocks of the approaching mob.
Snap crack-
They fell apart in chunks of flesh. Her forsaken humanity poured down like blood, staining her vision.
After that, Carmilla secluded herself completely from the world, immersing only in researching various magics in isolation.
Contact with humans was limited to a few high-ranking Magic Tower officials who knew of her, exchanging for magical advancement. A few royals traded valuables and favors for her power.
Carmilla cared for nothing else. Everything but magiology was tedious, pointless.
Those guys she'd just fought had unluckily run into one of her clones in this dungeon, and unluckily, there were thieves around—or they wouldn't have met.
Huh. Wait.
Hey. Why am I thinking this now? What's happening?
Millennia had dulled her emotions, slowed them. She couldn't even recall the girl's face, let alone her name. Too long ago. Something she wanted to forget, left faded.
Carmilla herself wouldn't suddenly flashback like this.
Now she saw it. The hulking brute before her. The thug. Staring with the same disgusting gaze as those men from thousands of years ago—
She slowly looked down at her belly. Crumpled by a crude, massive fist. Ovaries crushed under pressure.
Ah.
Ah~♡
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Nggoooooh?!?!?!?
What power was in the Uterus Punch slammed with 49x strength? Choo Ye-jun didn't know.
But no need to overthink. Bitches are easy to handle, right? He'd realized that after a fuck or two.
Just follow the body's lead and it's bliss, huh?
And now his instincts screamed to educate this arrogant bitch who'd attacked him and his party—pound her gut relentlessly.
Splat~ Crack~ Wood crunch~
The arousal effect of Uterus Punch exploded wildly, over and over.
Eehee, you arrogant—nggooooh?!?!?
Her pussy convulsed wildly, squirting tidal waves. What is this? Why's my body...?
Even during masturbation, it wasn't this much. A few drops, feel good, done. Right?
Body trembling uncontrollably. Couldn't focus. Thick fog in her head, dumbing down, intelligence dropping...♡
Aah, no. I lost~♡ Ping, my head this much~♡♡
Even as her pussy gushed like a faucet, she still held the edge in the magic duel.
Last attack. A desperate flail.
Ching~~
Jina, nose bleeding profusely but with a cool expression, easily blocked it as she closed in.
Witch, good fight. For reference, my record's 642 wins, 2 losses. Pushing me that far deserves praise.
Eeek...! How dare you...
Ye-jun grabbed the witch's cheek, crushing it till she faced him, glaring at Jina.
Bitch, eyes off your man.
Splaaaat!!!
Hgyaaaaaah?!?!?
Women! Don't sweat petty duels! Worship my cock!!!!!
Choo Ye-jun shredded Carmilla's dress, stripping her bare.
Whoa, check those tits. K? L cup? What's your size?
Aah- Oo- Ehk- Hoo-
Carmilla couldn't get a grip amid the squirting madness from her trembling pussy and the chaotic scene.
Now, for the first time in her life, she faced a real climax. No wonder her mind blanked.
Heh. Not snapping out? Answer me.
Ye-jun gripped her massive areolas and nipples, yanking upward.
Eehiiiii?!?!?! Nyah!! 15! 15 inches!!!?!?!
How big is that, you fucking bitch!!!
Irritated by the shitty measurement system, Ye-jun toyed with her tits harder.
He pinched and twisted her swollen pink nipples between fingers, driving her insane.
Nix watched it all like a dream. This... real?
Raised in the slums, she knew whores' fake moans. Horrid sounds. Emotionless after, wiping cum. Unlike them, she'd escaped virginity intact, committing crimes if needed.
Yet Choo Ye-jun toyed with this powerhouse witch like a doll.
Whenever the witch tried a spell in resistance,
Aw, squirting more? Pathetic. Wanna go again~?
Like playful combat, he dug thick fingers into her pussy. She wailed, squirting like a bitch in heat—nothing else.
Of course, mostly due to Ye-jun's Lewd Provocation skill.
Stunned by the taunt, her spell canceled. Ye-jun twisted nipples, fingered pussy—restraint measures, but Nix didn't know.
Ah... Even such a strong woman can't resist a man at all... Was that true...?
Slum creeps sexually harassing, insulting her.
Hey Nix, you're of age. Wanna do it? I'll send you to the East~
Tsk tsk. Soon she'll be broke, can't move when dick's in~
She'd robbed them blind in revenge. But really can't move? No dick even!! All true??
Nix.
His thick, low voice jolted her like a shock. She sprang up.
Y-Yes?!
Why polite? Body weird. Throbbing... Jealousy? Curiosity? Unknown emotions surging.
Come here.
Casually, as he made Carmilla moo like mad cow, squirting.
Indeed. Job fit. Skills fit. Women's nemesis. Worst. Worst.
Yet why were her feet moving forward?
Haat, haa, haaa...
Breathing ragged, she went to his side. Scared. Terrified. Don't wanna end up like—
Hand on head, stroked. Ye-jun's warm smile.
Good girl. Sorry, couldn't warn about side effects. Didn't know this expedition was so urgent I'd use it on you too.
N-No! Saved my life, and... ugh.
Glanced at orgasming Carmilla. Ye-jun's hands moved like expert mechanics: rubbing clit furiously, fingering G-spot, nipples, shoulders, ears, waist—flowing stimulation, sending her over.
Scared?
Nix flinched, stung.
Y-Yeah...
It's fine. Think of her as a toy? Decoration. Ignore. Oh! Hey!
Ye-jun punched her gut as she tried spellcasting.
Heh, masochist? Or too dumb to recover? Nah.
Fist slammed harder.
One, two—no, three. Four on the house.
Hgyiiii!!!??? Hagraaaah???!?!
Ye-jun gave Nix an apologetic smile.
Sorry, this dumb cow's cocky. Puberty?
Flipped Carmilla, spanked ass, pistoned pussy with other hand.
Nix, hey. Side effect means sex with the buff caster. Sorry.
...What for, idiot.
Obviously. Taking a girl like you casually.
...You said you don't get hard for me... My body's worthless—
Nope.
What?
Ye-jun, fingering and spanking mechanically, made his sincerest face. Little effect.
Nix, you're a beauty. Of course I get hard. Who wouldn't?
But you said my tits small, no excitement...
Haha, don't wanna die socially. Can't say your naked body's so hot it shook me mid-rage?
I spanked the witch's ass last, dropped pants, unleashed my raging cock.
Whoa... How's that fit in pants?
Heh... Yeah. Can't walk hard 24/7. Even Breeding Uncle sleeps. Not thinking sex nonstop.
I hugged Nix, kissed deeply.
Mm, churp~ Bruuuh~
Ye-jun savored her eager small tongue exploring. On tiptoes for height—adorable. Lovable. Happy.
Anyway, deal with this bitch quick.
Squish- Spluuuurt♡
Eh. Blood gushing. Virgin?
Virgin aside, this woman's a big deal?
Ughiiii?!?! Hiaaaaa♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Groooong?!?!♡♡♡♡♡
This frog-dissected bitch rolling eyes, convulsing in orgasm? That big?
Nah. Just pretty? If that important, we three couldn't win.
Hey, what's your name?
I slammed cock, emphasizing each word.
Ahiigeee♡♡♡♡
Answer, bitch!
Intolerant, Uterus Punch again. How many? Her belly bruised red, shredded inside—yet blissful.
Kahaaa Carmilla! Carmillaaaa♡!!!
Ca-har-milla? Never heard. Who's so overwhelming?
I turned to Nix sucking my ear devotedly.
Famous? She's a big shot apparently.
Dunno? Jina might♡ Lemme savor you more first♡
Looked at Jina. Mana exhausted, sprawled. She startled.
Huh, me? Ca...rmilla? No clue! First time hearing.
Fuck, what's overwhelming compared to me... Pisses me off.
I gripped Carmilla's shoulders, pounding out pent-up lust.
Overwhelming... What? Looks? This world's certified violent brood-sow optimized body...? Hey bitch, your take? Top global fuckability?
Choo Ye-jun asked, slamming cock into her cervix. Felt every inch. Slow, hard thrusts to memorize.
Pussy grip? Insanely tight at first. Fun suction inside.
Hgyiiii♡♡♡ What makes you say♡♡♡ Oghgrooo♡♡♡♡
Humiliating treatment, expected. But countless orgasms later, it barely registered.
Overwhelmed by pleasure waves.
Ye-jun too. Not his usual self—skill's 49x strength temporary.
Plus testosterone and lust surging from there warped his mind, turning sadistic, bold.
Lemme see~
Pounding her like used onahole, ignoring orgasms or blackouts, grinning wide.
So~ much good stuff. How long can this "overwhelming" pussy last against me~?
Ye-jun hummed, picking skills to fuck Carmilla to death.