Pumping Gas into Angelina's Ass (1)
The next day, early in the morning, a cry of admiration burst from the queen's bedroom.
"My skin... it's unrecognizably better. I haven't applied anything special lately—what's going on?"
Isabella Queen, sitting on the bed and gazing into her hand mirror, rose to her feet. She paced across the room to stand before the full-length mirror. Her sheer nightgown revealed everything underneath.
Plop.
The nightgown slipped to the floor. The queen gently caressed her naked breasts and hips, scrutinizing the texture and color of her skin. It had always been pale and soft, but today it was beyond that. A lustrous sheen flowed over her skin, brimming with vitality that bordered on the mystical. Not a single blemish—dazzlingly perfect.
"Let me try that too—mind sharing your secret?"
Even Lady Marie, watching from the side with envious admiration, couldn't hide her jealousy.
"I don't know. Why it's improved..."
The queen stared entranced at her reflection for a long while.
"You didn't do anything?"
"Really, nothing. Just the cream you applied last night. I figured after all the sex with Kang Naru yesterday, my skin would be rougher—why is this happening?"
Tilting her head, the queen slid her hand downward. She lightly massaged the inside of her thigh. The aftereffects from yesterday lingered. Her legs had been spread so wide for so long that it still hurt a bit.
"No way the sex is the cause...?"
I felt like a semen-dispensing machine. From morning, I'd dropped my pants and was going at it.
"Not eating breakfast?"
I'd just woken up, sat at the table with messy hair, yawning and poking at my food with a fork. Meanwhile, Melissa had crawled under the table and was sucking my dick without a care.
"This uncontrollable cock needs some discipline."
Slurp, slurp, smack.
First time getting my dick sucked while eating. Pleasure spread through my body the whole meal—felt great, but I couldn't focus on eating.
"Ugh... easy there. I can't eat."
Sluuuurp! "Divorced loser with endless greed, shoving it anywhere you please, huh? Slurp! Cold!"
"Ow."
"Cum already, you horny bastard."
She sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks, slapping my thigh.
"Ngh...!"
The signal came moments later. I dropped my fork, threw my head back, and stared at the ceiling.
"Grk!"
As my dick hardened further, signaling release, Melissa noticed and bobbed her head even faster. My mind went blank as I erupted into her mouth, gushing thick ropes.
"Shouldn't cum first thing in the morning...!"
"Gulp! Glrk, guulp! Swallow, swallow."
Semen sprayed like a fountain, overflowing her throat, dripping from her lips to the floor. Another massive load today. Melissa sucked every drop, then crawled out from under the table with a satisfied smile.
"Ah. So full."
She lifted her nightgown to reveal her navel. Her lower belly was slightly bulging from all the cum she'd swallowed since last night. My loads were huge—250ml per shot easy. She'd taken five since last night: three at night, one right after waking in bed, and now this one at the table.
"I'm skipping breakfast."
"Semen's enough?"
"Yeah, plenty."
She wiggled her ass and headed upstairs, probably to change and get ready for work.
'That's it?'
Something felt lacking. My stamina had ramped up from all the recent sex. My body was still fired up—two blowjobs weren't enough anymore.
Dick Recovery
To soothe my regret, I ripped off my shirt and bounded upstairs like a starving beast. I flung open Melissa's door and pounced.
"Kyaa! What!?"
"Ass up!"
"Heh! Kuhahaha! Can't get enough? Take it slow!"
I found the hole and plunged in. A Tuesday morning starting fresh with sex.
Buzdra Academy, 12th-year Harmonization Department, RS Group: Angelina.
She'd been troubled lately. Watching former flunkies Hazel and Lydia transform into top students left her feeling subtly alienated. Sure, she was happy for her friends, but it felt like proof she was irredeemable trash—utterly hopeless, a dead-end life.
"Haa..."
On the way to school, a sigh escaped her. Arriving at the classroom, the now-vibrant Hazel and Lydia greeted her.
"Hey~"
"You're here?"
"Yeah, morning. Good morning."
She hugged each friend once, then sat, waiting for the TA. Soon, Naru entered. Angelina's slouched posture straightened, her eyes sparkling as she fixed on him.
"I know you're all here, but roll call anyway. Angelina."
"Yes! Good morning, TA Naru! I missed you yesterday!"
"Missed you too. Fighting today."
"Yes! Fighting!"
Angelina liked TA Naru—not romantically, but as a person. He worked hard for his students, and pulling Hazel and Lydia from the bottom ranks was impressive.
"You know where the first-period lecture hall is? Check the list if not. I've got business at Professor Melissa's office—head there yourselves."
Lydia shot her hand up.
"TA~ Mom's coming later."
"Why's your mom... consultation?"
"To thank you for fixing my skin. Bringing tons of gifts."
"Oh? Guess I should clear my schedule."
"She's a baroness widow—charm her good."
"Cut the weird talk. Let me see... meet Professor Melissa quick, then..."
Angelina blinked, staring at TA Naru. She itched to say something helpful, to earn praise.
"TA! Before Lydia's mom arrives, want me to clean the classroom quick?"
"Right, cleaning. Yeah, yeah—no time, just tidy the visible spots."
"I'll clean fast and head to class!"
"You're the best. RS Group's top elite."
"Thank you!"
"Lydia, Hazel—help too."
"Aww, hassle."
"Kiss my cheek and I'll do whatever."
Angelina froze mid-stride to grab cleaning supplies.
'What the hell is Hazel saying?'
A student flirting with our lofty TA? Ridiculous.
'She loves lewd stuff, but not with TA!'
But Naru kissed Hazel's cheek!
"Huh?"
"Aww, TA~ Not just Hazel—me too~"
"You too, Lydia? Mwah."
Angelina froze solid. Not shocked by the kiss itself, but that Hazel and Lydia were that close to Naru already.
'Since when?'
She'd spent the same time with him. And she'd prided herself as the only one truly listening and trying hard.
Yet they were ahead. It wasn't the kiss—it was their intimacy she envied.
Scrub scrub.
As she swept alone, their flirtations continued. They orbited Naru, hugging, rubbing cheeks on his hand—casual, excessive skinship.
"Guess my panty color today?"
"White?"
"Black."
"Haha, cute ones."
"Show you?"
"Later."
"Hazel hates it? Show mine?"
"Pass. Both of you, quit messing."
Angelina felt distant. Isolated in the classroom, like she was in another world.
"See you later. Careful to the hall."
"Yes~"
"Come back safe~"
"Goodbye..."
As Naru left, the mood shifted weirdly. Hazel and Lydia, tails wagging moments ago, now glared daggers. Ignoring cleaning, they bickered in the corner.
"Lydia, why're you always clinging to TA?"
"You did too. Can't I?"
"TA's mine."
"Spit on it?"
"Spit? Already did—on his di-dick-dick-dick."
Hazel stammered, unable to say it.
"Dammit! This two-verb secret's driving me nuts!"
"Hahaha, tongue-tied spell?"
"Two weeks left on the magic—wait and see! I'll spell it out then!"
While they sparred, Angelina finished cleaning alone.
"Guys, I'm heading to class first."
"Yeah~ See ya."
"Us too soon."
Angelina gathered her books with a gloomy face and left. Naru, descending the stairs, spotted her lonely figure in the hall and watched intently.
"Even without mana for magic, I could probably treat her if she wants... hmm."
But it was tough to accept rationally, so he'd wait and watch. Until she hit her mental limit and sought salvation.
'Don't worry, Angelina. I'm always watching, even if I pretend not. I know you're anxious seeing Hazel and Lydia improve.'
But no need to fret. You'll make it too.