Chapter 141: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (5)
Chapter 141: A Very Special Glass for the Breast Cup Winner (5)
What should I even call that glass?
I had one made following Astarotte’s suggestion, and it was so identical to the real thing that calling it a "masterpiece" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
First, a Pink Slime was fitted over it like a condom.
Then, the condom was removed and filled with plaster.
Using that plaster cock, a mold was created, and glass was melted over that mold.
The glass artisan, who had been doing nothing but touching breasts, must have felt like absolute shit when he finally had to handle a model based on my plaster cock.
The only fake dicks a man should ever have to touch are the ones he’s using to satisfy a woman. Otherwise, it’s only for those who make a living off of them.
—"No, Young Lord. My wife already gives me enough grief for making those breast glasses. Do I really have to make this, too?"
—"There isn’t another craftsman in the Fermaton territory with skills as great as yours."
—"Hah. Young Lord, no matter how much you pay me, I don’t make things I don’t want to make."
—"What about the breast glasses?"
—"I made those because they belong to women. If they were men’s breasts, I wouldn't have touched them. It’s not about the money..."
—"What if it’s a staggering sum that’ll make your jaw drop?"
—"......Do I only need to make one?"
In the end, an artisan is just a merchant selling his skills.
His craftsmanship had already been eroded by making the breast glasses, and I successfully exploited that gap with a bit of pocket change—about 100 million—to produce a single Cock Glass.
Was it too much money?
'The Dream Factory pulls in hundreds of millions a day, so who cares?'
Rather than trying to lowball him with ten million and slowly raising the price, it’s much better to show off the boldness of a high-earner with a single, decisive strike.
A manly, one-shot deal.
Thanks to that one shot, I now possessed a glass shaped exactly like my own member.
A one-of-a-kind item.
Since it was a glass, the rim where one’s mouth would touch was naturally flared out like a trumpet, but even that was so realistic it looked like a pubic bone.
The most effort, however, went into the inside rather than the outside.
—"If we can make pudding with the breast glasses, is there any law saying we can't make pudding with a Cock Glass?"
Since the glass was poured over a mold, filling the inside completely would result in a replica of my dick.
This madness, which started with Astarotte, eventually led to the ice cream Laura was currently sucking on.
—"So, you’re saying you want to turn my dick into pudding and bite into it?"
—"Hmm, couldn't we make it easier to suck on?"
—"I'll have it made into ice cream then. I'll even add a stick so you can lick it."
And so, my Cock Popsicle was born.
I wasn't sure if I should call it a "Cock Popsicle," "Peniscicle," or some other completely different name like "Dickscream."
I was in the middle of deciding on a name when I was called out here to listen to this bullshit, so I was quite annoyed.
Therefore, I would show him.
The power of the mouth pussy Laura had trained by giving me morning blowjobs every single day.
"Hauuum."
She licked it with even more gusto than she usually did when sucking the real thing.
Sometimes you see illustrations of female characters licking an ice cream bar like it’s a dick, but Laura was sucking on an ice cream that was actually shaped like one.
"Mph, slurp, haaa. It’s so sweet. Hehe..."
Even someone with zero interest in sex could tell by watching Laura’s aggressive tongue movements.
They could tell that the ice cream Laura was sucking on was my dick.
That the way she was savoring that ice cream was exactly how she sucked my dick in private.
"Haum."
They could see that my dick was so large that even Laura, who was so skilled at it, had to occasionally pause to relax her mouth and jaw muscles.
That it was a size incomparable to Irsenti’s tiny prick.
'You’d have to be an idiot not to realize it.'
Laura, my woman, wasn't just licking any ice cream; she was licking one shaped like a dick.
If it hadn't been shaped like mine, I wouldn't have let her touch it.
Even if it was just ice cream, that would be NTR.
"Jealous?"
"Wh-what...?"
"I asked if you’re jealous of Laura."
That question carried many meanings.
I simply stood beside Laura as she licked the ice cream, draped an arm over her shoulder, and slid my hand inside her bunny girl outfit.
"Young Lord."
To reassure her, I placed a finger on her nipple and pressed down firmly.
Laura immediately caught my drift and stayed still, continuing to lick the ice cream.
"I’m about to go have a good time with my woman, so I’d really appreciate it if you’d finally get the hell out."
"Are you saying you’re going to go have sex?"
"Obviously."
If Irmiter was having sex...
And Yoanna was having sex...
"Do you still not get why I’m so fucking pissed? Even a dog isn't bothered while it's eating."
"Are women just a meal to you?"
"I’m saying it’s just as important as eating."
Laura is sex itself.
And to me, sex is like a meal—no, it’s like breathing.
"So, I’d appreciate it if you stopped interfering with my official duties."
"Sex is an official duty?"
"You keep nitpicking, but isn't it obvious? I’m fulfilling my noblesse oblige right now."
I pointed to the bulge in my trousers standing firm against Laura’s hip.
"A noble has the duty to produce heirs and continue the family line. As a man of Fermaton, I have a duty to father as many children as possible."
Continuing the bloodline is something nobles value far more than commoners, and that’s especially true for the Fermaton family.
"Getting a woman pregnant is my noble duty. If you won't leave, then I’ll be the one to take my leave. Laura. Grab the glass."
"Yes. Just a moment."
Having licked her way through nearly half the ice cream, Laura opened her mouth wide.
"...Gulp."
She took the ice cream into her mouth as if swallowing my dick to the root.
She pressed her lips lightly against the thin handle and pulled the stick, taking the entire remaining piece into her mouth at once.
"Mmm-hmm."
As Laura lightly swept her tongue over the ice cream residue on her lips, Irsenti couldn't hide his discomfort.
It’s not like he was uncomfortable because he had an erection.
Even if he did get one, it would only be about 3cm, so there was no way he’d have a visible bulge.
Seeing him look so bothered despite that was quite pathetic.
'He said he’s a Viscount and part of the Kingdom’s Intelligence Department, but he’s just a total nobody.'
A man whose courage and resolve were as small as his dick.
His character was surely just as petty as his size.
"Let’s go, Laura."
I continued to fondle Laura’s breast, then moved my hand from her shoulder to reach around her back and grab her side-boob.
"Yo-Young Lord? People can see...!"
"I’ll be your hand-bra on the way out, so don't worry."
"Ah, ugh, yes..."
Squeeze.
I gripped Laura’s breast so tightly that not even her areola was visible, and led her out of the drawing room.
"Ruji Fermaton!"
"Hah, seriously. His dick is tiny, but his voice is unnecessarily loud."
I turned back toward Irsenti, who had rushed out of the drawing room.
"Yeah. What?"
"You don't seem to realize what it means to be a Fermaton!"
Irsenti glared at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Do you have no idea what will happen after you father a child?"
"I’ve heard enough of this."
I squeezed Laura’s breast once more.
Not because I was angry, but to calm her down; she was so furious she was reaching for something behind her tail, so I pressed down on her breast to keep her steady.
"Fine. So what if I have a child? Since the 'rare' Fermaton bloodline will no longer be limited to one person, you’ll have to find other means? Is that it?"
"...Even right now, you might not be the only one."
Suddenly.
A chill ran down my spine.
It wasn't that anyone was glaring at me, but my heart skipped a beat for no reason.
"...What?"
"Your father, the Former Count Fermaton, had quite a lot of fun in his youth. Hehe, I wonder how many there are?"
"Are you casting a curse on me?"
"Who knows."
I didn't know if he was just trying to bait me, but the only emotion I felt was pure unpleasantness.
It was partly frustration toward this man, but mostly the unpleasantness of being reminded of the 'illegitimate children' I was always keeping an eye out for.
The Kingdom’s illegitimate child, Hernandez Fermaton.
The man who was still hiding somewhere in this Fermaton Castle, having never stepped foot outside his entire life.
The man who lived like an ordinary person, evading the eyes of the Fermaton guards.
The man who, according to the story, would try to kill me and steal my position.
I just felt a bit foul because I was reminded of him.
"Hey."
"What? 'Hey'?"
"I tried to show you the courtesy due to a noble, but your words and behavior are worse than those of a common street thug, so I’m telling you this."
I didn't make a move toward Irsenti.
"I don't care how many brats that 'great' Former Count of yours sired besides me. I don't give a damn if there are illegitimate children or not."
I simply pulled Laura closer to me.
"I am the Young Lord of this Labyrinth City. Someday, I will be the Lord. And I do not let what is mine be taken."
The power I held.
The wealth I possessed.
Everything I enjoyed as Ruji Fermaton.
"Anyone who tries to take what is mine will have to stake their life on it."
I would never let it be stolen.
"So go back home quietly, put your dick on the floor, and dry hump the ground."
One last thing.
"How dare a little-dick pipsqueak like you act up? If you’ve got a problem, try declaring a territorial war against Fermaton."
The blade pointed at Fermaton.
"If you try to take what is mine, you too will have to stake everything you have. Including your life."
It would soon be decided whether Fermaton, caught between the Kingdom and the Empire, should point its sword at someone or turn its back to them.
"A man who doesn't even know the basic etiquette of a noble."
I took Laura and left the drawing room.
"Hmph. A pathetic Viscount who doesn't even know the meaning of noblesse oblige."
As I walked away, Irsenti, who had pulled off his white gloves, could do nothing but stand there with his hands trembling.
"Young Lord."
As we walked, Laura asked me with an awkward expression.
"What exactly is your version of noblesse oblige...?"
"It’s obvious, isn't it?"
I pulled the front of her bunny girl outfit to cover her breasts, then wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.
"Producing the next generation."
That was the duty Ruji Fermaton held as a noble.
In a word.
Sex.