Chapter 202
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 202
Chapter Title: Shall We Compete to See Who Has the More Pathetic Pussy? (5)
"...An onahole?"
I blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the onahole.
Lucia nodded enthusiastically, looking delighted.
"Yes, Master! It's an onahole! And it's one molded directly from my pussy! It comes as a set with the dildo modeled after your cock!"
Unlike Lucia, who clapped her hands in excitement, I couldn't help but frown.
'...An onahole molded from Lucia's pussy?'
The adult toys Lucia made were basically produced on commission from Tristia.
And Tristia owned a sex shop.
...Which meant that right now, in Tristia's shop, they were selling onaholes shaped like Lucia's pussy?
"...."
It left a bad taste in my mouth.
Of course, I knew the dildo molded from my cock had nothing to do with me, just like this onahole had no real connection to the actual Lucia...
But the more I thought about it, the worse it felt.
Reading my expression, Lucia smiled softly and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"...Hee hee. Don't worry. This was prepared solely for you, Master. No matter how much of a toy it is... there's no way I'd let any man other than you know my body, right?"
Her words instantly evaporated my foul mood.
I let out a sigh, feeling enchanted like I'd been bewitched by a nine-tailed fox.
"Alright, now for the rules of the second round. This one is about enduring the 'sensory-linked onahole'."
Lucia, who had stood up at some point, wiped the playful glint from her eyes and reverted to her role as the 'most impartial judge'.
"Sensory... linked... onahole?"
"Sensory link...!"
Garcia and Vivian's reactions differed sharply.
Garcia, ignorant of magic, couldn't even guess what sensory linking entailed.
Vivian, on the other hand, shuddered as she recalled her past experience with 'sensory-shared orgy'.
"Yes, I'm about to link the sensations of both of your pussies to this onahole."
Lucia pressed down firmly on the onahole, and the translucent interior visibly clung together.
"Once your pussies are linked to the onahole, I'll service you with it, Master. Garcia and Vivian will feel exactly the same sensations, so we'll know right away whose pussy is more pathetic, won't we?"
"...Hold on a moment."
Garcia pulled out a fan from somewhere and pointed it at Lucia.
"...This onahole is molded from your pussy. And the sensations are linked too...?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Then sticking a cock in that thing—isn't that basically sex?"
To put it extremely, the whole reason for this contest was a fight over the right to have sex with Eugene.
If Garcia's argument held, Lucia would lose all legitimacy in the competition.
But Lucia countered smoothly, as if she'd anticipated this.
"Sigh... I never expected you to pull out such an absurd argument, Garcia. Haven't you ever used a dildo molded from Master's cock without considering it sex?"
"That's different. Didn't you say it yourself? The onahole and pussy have synchronized sensations! If the sensations are linked and it even replicates the inside perfectly, how is that any different from—!"
"Then, Garcia, if a dildo shared sensations with Eugene, would you call that sex too?"
"Urk...!"
Lucia's counterattack made Garcia step back.
Of course it wasn't sex.
No matter the shared sensations, it was still just a toy.
Comparing it to the real thing was an insult in itself.
Garcia knew that full well but was nitpicking to gain any advantage she could.
"If you're convinced by that, then from now on, you'll settle for the dildo instead of the real—"
"Enough. I get it, just continue the explanation."
Garcia finally gave up and snapped her fan shut.
Lucia beamed and pressed on.
"Yes, understood. The rules are the same. You don't have to do anything—just endure climax. The criterion for climax here is vaginal spasms at a rate of..."
Watching Lucia explain the rules gave me a headache.
'...So, to sum it up...'
Lucia molded an onahole from her own pussy and will jerk me off with it, while it's sensory-linked to Garcia and Vivian?
"...."
I sighed discreetly.
Even sorting it out in my head, it still made no sense.
Anyone who could wrap their mind around this situation easily would be the abnormal one.
"Any questions about the rules?"
After finishing her explanation, Lucia paused, but no questions came.
She crossed her arms with a satisfied look.
"No questions? Then we'll proceed immediately."
"Yes, get on with it."
"I... I'm ready too."
Hearing Garcia and Vivian, Lucia extended both hands.
"Garcia, Vivian. Take my hands. Linking the onahole to your pussies now."
Woooong—
As Lucia's hands clasped with the challengers', mana resonated through the room, linking Garcia and Vivian's pussies to the onahole.
"Then, let the match begin."
The moment Lucia, who had been conducting the match with icy composure, turned around...
"...Master. May Lucia service your cock?"
She dropped to her knees, gazing up at me with moist eyes.
Her attitude flipped faster than a coin toss.
I nodded, and Lucia slathered slick gel generously over my cock before rubbing the glans against the onahole's entrance.
—Schlick—Schlick
Each rub of the glans sent electric pleasure surging through me, accompanied by lewd moans.
"...Hngh... Ah...! L-Lucia...!"
Vivian clenched her fists at the unfamiliar sensation.
Vivian, who rivaled anyone in masturbation experience, knew instantly.
The sensation in her pussy right now wasn't her own.
'...Lady Lucia...'
This was Lucia's sensation.
Feeling Eugene's cock with Lucia's pussy.
The thought of sharing sensations with the woman she served as mistress filled Vivian with an unprecedented satisfaction.
Meanwhile, beside her, Garcia twisted her legs frantically.
"Haa... Haa... H-Hurry...! D-Don't just tease... what are you...!!"
Lucia shot Garcia a glance at her outburst.
"Garcia, we haven't even started, and you're already this excited? That's not allowed."
"Hngh... Y-You're just... teasing the entrance... that's why...!!"
The moment Garcia complained...
Squish—!
Lucia thrust the onahole in, swallowing my cock whole.
'...It's warm.'
I swallowed an inward gasp of admiration.
Contrary to expectations of it being cold, the onahole gripped me warmly, just like Lucia's real pussy.
"...I tuned it to match my body temperature exactly. How is it, Master? Does Lucia's onahole feel good?"
"Not bad..."
With my eyes closed, it was nearly impossible to tell if I was in Lucia's pussy or the onahole—it replicated her so perfectly.
As I savored the onahole...
"Haaaaaaahhh...!!!♥"
Garcia's legs buckled, and she collapsed on the spot as the cock plunged straight to her depths.
"Oh my, Garcia. You begged me to put it in, and now this? What's wrong?"
"...Kuhk... Hng...♥ S-Suddenly... Hic... shoving it... haa...♥ H-Hngh...!"
Garcia curled up like a shrimp to endure the climax, twisting her legs.
'..Kngh...! Ah..♥...Haa... Haa..♥...It... feels... so... real... inside... Ah!!♥'
Garcia rubbed her lower belly and looked up at Eugene, sweat beading on her skin.
She'd thought no imitation could rival the real thing, no matter the sensations...
Wrong.
The pressure filling her pussy now was impossible to dismiss as fake.
'Ah... Son's... cock... for sure...♥'
The first time Eugene had drugged her.
Garcia had felt a woman's bliss for the first time in her life.
She could never forget that ecstatic sensation, like reclaiming half her existence.
"Oh, and one more thing—this round prohibits interfering with your opponent. ...Not that you'll have the spare energy anyway."
Lucia's tail seemed to swish from her hips as she smiled.
On paper, this second round looked easier than the first, which halted right at the brink of orgasm. But it was anything but.
Unlike the first, where they could endure by staying still, this time Lucia would move the onahole herself.
Unlike self-controlled masturbation, Lucia didn't know what sensations the challengers felt.
...She might not stop even if they went mad with pleasure.
Realizing this too late, faint terror flickered in Garcia's eyes.
"W-Wait... just...! Hold on... Hngh...♥"
Garcia reached out with trembling hands, but Lucia ignored her and gripped the onahole with both hands.
"Master... may I start moving now?"
"...Do as you like."
I replied, struggling to stay composed.
Watching Vivian and Garcia's lewd displays had me itching with impatience too.
"Thank you. Then... I'll service you."
Squelch—!
Lucia's hands began moving in earnest.