The Warden of Barantraz Prison, Tramson (3)
Tramson, Warden of Barantraz Prison (3)
He pulled Nancy—who had been skillfully sucking his cock—to her feet and made her bend over the desk.
“What’s the matter? Don’t be like this. It’s morning, you know~”
“You want it too, you bitch. Don’t pull out.”
“You said you couldn’t do it in the morning because your back hurts.”
“Me? Ha ha ha. It’s different now, so just wait and see.”
He lifted her miniskirt and pulled her pantyhose all the way down to her knees.
The red panties that were revealed looked incredibly sexy.
They were soft as silk and had a glossy sheen.
Anyone could tell they were expensive panties.
“I really like these panties!”
Smiling with satisfaction, he slapped her butt.
Smack!
It was a young woman’s butt, so the sound was very crisp.
“You’re the one who gave them to me as a gift.”
“Whether it’s 100 or 1,000 pairs, I’ll buy you more!”
As I pulled down her panties, boasting a promise I had no intention of keeping, her plump brown pussy split open in a perfect V-shape, its lips tightly closed.
Moisture had gathered around the edges.
It seemed she had gotten aroused while sucking my cock.
‘She’s got a strong sex drive, too.’
Seeing that fresh pussy made my cock twitch.
Thanks to the blowjob, I was fully erect, both physically and mentally.
“Lower your hips a little.”
“Like this?”
Since I’m shorter than Nancy, I had to lift my heels as high as possible to penetrate her.
It felt like a short, chubby middle-aged guy struggling to get it in with a slender model.
Squeak…!
“Whoa, it’s in.”
“Aah…”
“Huff, huff, huff!”
As soon as I slid my cock inside, I started pistoning like a madman.
Nancy’s pussy was incredibly tight.
‘So this is why I fucked her?’
Her vaginal walls clung to my cock without a single gap.
I guess that’s a trait of slutty women.
Every single one of their pussies is a masterpiece.
Whether she’s been rolling around all over the place to master how to tighten her pussy or something, anyway, the feeling of fucking her is top-notch.
“Oh, this is amazing…! Director, have you been eating something good lately? Look, your cock…! Hmm! It’s so much harder than usual!”
“Huff, huff! It’s the result of my training, you bitch! How do you like the new taste of my cock?”
“I love it! Aaaah! Train your cock every day!”
Nancy is absolutely wild about that rock-hard cock.
Her vulgar, lewd movements are driving me crazy.
She’s moaning so loudly, completely oblivious to whether anyone outside the director’s office can hear her.
What kind of cock did that Tramsun guy even have?
Was it a flaccid dick even when erect?
“You slutty secretary! Die on this adulterous cock!”
He pressed his hips tightly against hers, thrusting with all his might until the base of his cock was buried deep inside, and pounded her ass fiercely.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“It’s amazing…! I can feel your little cock reaching all the way inside! I’ve never felt this before! Ahh! Ah! This is sex! This is real sex! Ahh!”
Moans of “Ahh, ahh, ahh” echoed nonstop throughout the room.
Suddenly, pussy juice gushed out of Nancy’s pussy.
She had peed herself while experiencing an orgasm.
He ignored it and kept thrusting.
He fucked her to his heart’s content and came inside her without holding back.
“Ugh…! I’m coming…!”
He came inside Nancy’s mouth.
He truly and wholeheartedly came inside the mouth of the girl he had just met today.
“Mmm… What’s going on? Your cum tastes different, too. It tastes even better. Mmm.”
“How many times have you come?”
“Twice. Actually, this is the first time I’ve come while doing it with you.”
“So you were lying when you said you’d come before?”
“Yeah. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I almost ended up dating some other guy. You should’ve been this good from the start~”
“You naughty girl. I knew you’d be like this.”
We embraced each other and kissed.
For a while, we stayed naked, fondling Nancy’s tits, chuckling, and chatting idly.
Nancy, this woman.
From what she said, she was a woman who knew how to have a good time.
Director Tramsun had found her working at a bar and made her his secretary.
We chatted about this and that, and when my dick got hard again, I laid her down on the couch, climbed on top of her, and we had sex again.
“Ahh! I love that hard cock! Director, you really seem to have gotten younger!”
“The cock of adultery has awakened!”
That was all I did in the morning—I had sex with Nancy.
I was supposed to be investigating the prison, but I ended up doing something else instead.
“Um… Director. Next time you do that, maybe you should tell Nancy to keep her voice down… Hehehe… It might tarnish your reputation.”
Lunchtime.
The officers’ mess hall inside the prison.
An elderly clerk with a receding hairline was standing next to me, speaking cautiously and whispering in my ear.
“Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.”
I nodded nonchalantly and looked down at the steak on my plate.
It was a thick, perfectly grilled steak.
I immediately cut into it with my knife, and the inside looked as red and tender as Nancy’s pussy lips.
I sliced it up and popped a piece into my mouth.
“Mmm~ This is good. It’s melting in my mouth.”
As I chewed, the juices burst out, spreading a savory flavor, and I felt a sense of happiness at that incredible taste.
Those prison guards.
They really know how to live the good life.
Ji-won’s got it made.
It feels like the energy I wasted with Nancy is welling up again.
“Warden. Please have some wine to wash it down so you don’t choke. You seem to be eating more than usual.”
The middle-aged female archpriest sitting at the same table handed me a glass of wine.
“Thank you.”
“Take your time. Your appetite is like that of a young man.”
As I took the glass, she gave me a sly wink.
I heard her name was Miranda.
With a benevolent smile that made her seem like a mother to all, she was a representative sent from the Central Baranti Church.
There was a church on this prison island, and devout prison guards engaged in religious activities there.
Archpriest Miranda was the head of that church.
At the table where I was seated, besides the scribe and the High Priest, the treasurer and the warden were also present.
They were all in their 50s or older.
In contrast, the officers seated around the nearby table were young, in their 20s and 30s.
It was the table where the Deputy Warden was seated.
The Deputy Warden was a woman named Jenita.
She was the rude woman who hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge me on my way to work this morning.
At her table—she appeared to be in her early thirties—the head of security, the head of the riot squad, and the commander of the Sea Wind Knights, all around the same age, were seated and eating.
With her golden bob and spirited demeanor, Jenita definitely exuded the aura of a leader of that group.
The captain of the guard, the commander of the suppression force, and the commander of the Sea Breeze Knights were all young, sturdy men, yet it was clear they treated her as their superior.
“Why is the deputy director eating alone over there?”
Aren’t the Director and Deputy Director supposed to be a set?
I glanced at the table where Jenita was sitting.
For a moment, our eyes met as she chewed her food.
She frowned and quickly turned her head away.
As if she’d seen something she didn’t want to see.
I blinked for a moment, then speared my steak with my fork again.
“Why are those guys eating separately over there? There are plenty of empty seats here—we might as well eat together.”
“Oh dear, what are you trying to do, ruin the mood again?”
The elderly finance officer stepped in to stop me.
“The deputy director has no manners, no manners at all. It’s about time he loosened up a bit.”
Did something happen between him and Director Tramsun?
I wanted to know the story, but I wasn’t in a position to ask.
It wouldn’t make sense for me, who had worked alongside them as Director Tramsun, to claim I didn’t know.
I decided to look into it later and changed the subject.
“I’m thinking of visiting Building J this afternoon. According to regulations, at least two high-ranking officials must go together. Is there anyone who’d like to accompany me?”
Everyone’s gaze turned to me.
I suddenly wondered if I’d said something wrong and felt a little flustered.
Everyone stopped eating and looked at me.
“If you’re going to Building J, won’t you have to convince the Deputy Director?”
“Why me? I’m the Director.”
“That woman has the key, doesn’t she?”
Oh?
That’s right.
That’s a bit of a hassle.
No wonder the key to Building J was the only one missing from the drawer in my office.
“Why did I give her the key? I suddenly can’t remember. I feel like she did something wrong…”
“The Deputy Director did something wrong? You’re the one who did something wrong.”
“Me?”
“Don’t you remember? Two months ago, you got caught by the Deputy Director trying to secretly have a relationship with that crazy witch who was locked up in Building J while you were drunk.”
“W-was that so?”
“You were banned from Building J after that, and they even took your key away—how can you pretend you don’t know anything?”
“The enchantment the witch cast on you was also broken by High Priestess Miranda here.”
“If you hadn’t gone near that witch, you wouldn’t have fallen under her spell in the first place.”
“Why did you go into Building J alone in the middle of the night? Tsk, tsk.”
“The way I see it, you clearly had ulterior motives regarding that witch. Heh heh.”
This Tramsun bastard.
He really lived life to the fullest.
‘Anyway, I think I get why the Director and Deputy Director have a bad relationship.’
Tramsun really screwed up.
This feels like…
I picked the wrong person to impersonate, doesn’t it?
“Can I sit next to you?”
I was standing at the table where Deputy Director Jenita was sitting, holding the plate of steak I’d been eating.
She turned around and frowned.
It’s become a habit for this woman to look at me with contempt every time she sees me.
“There’s a seat.”
“I didn’t see one from over there.”
“There is one.”
“Don’t be so cold. Aren’t we all family?”
I made some small talk, set down my plate, and sat down.
Up close, I could see that Jenita had a large bust.
They were round and full, and it looked like her breasts were about to brush against the table every time she lifted her fork.
Of course, I didn’t actually stare at them.
If I looked even slightly down from her face, it felt like a fork would pierce my forehead.
“Everyone, you’ve all worked hard. Enjoy your meal.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, please enjoy your meal as well, Director.”
The Security Chief, the Suppression Squad Leader, and the Sea Wind Knights Commander sitting across from me seemed awkward yet respectful toward me, but Jenita, sitting next to me, was as cold as ice.
She didn’t even acknowledge what I said.
“Eat well and do your best on guard duty. I’m counting on you all.”
After exchanging a few light-hearted pleasantries with the men, I turned to her—my target—and got down to business.
“Hey there, Deputy Director. I’m planning to go into Building J this afternoon. Care to join me?”
“I can’t go.”
Her reply came before I’d even finished speaking.
Well, look at that.
“You should come too. Okay?”
“No. You’re banned from entering Building J for the time being.”
“I’m the Director. I’m your superior.”
“Don’t you remember the written pledge you made in front of me before? You declared you’d never enter Building J without my permission.”
When did I ever sign a pledge, you stupid bastard, Tramsun?
I pretended to let out a frustrated sigh in front of her.
“Sigh, I was just trying to inspect Building J for safety reasons.”
“Please rest assured; I’m keeping a close eye on things.”
She wouldn’t back down an inch.
She must really hate me.
I put down my fork, rubbed my full belly, and a thought popped into my head.
‘I guess I’ll have to knock her off her high horse.’
With what?
With love.
It seems there’s no other way but to use the ‘beauty trap,’ one of the thief’s techniques.
‘But…’
Is that even possible with this body?
I looked down at myself.
I need to be at least somewhat attractive, but right now I’m…
My belly is so fat it looks like I’ve strapped a swim ring around my torso,
and my arms and legs are short.
My face looks like a middle-aged man with a mustache.
I’m practically a dwarf.
On top of that, I have the ultimate penalty of being a married man.
“Trying to pick up women with this body is a mission far harder than defeating the Demon King.”
But I’ll pull it off.
The moment I made that vow, the belt I had wrapped around my waist snapped with a pop, unable to withstand the pressure of my belly fat.
Jenita, who witnessed this from the side, scowled as if in disgust.
“Heh heh, look at my belly fat breaking free. Isn’t it cute?”
Her expression crumpled even further.