Plee's Daily Life as a Living Onahole (5)
"M-Master... did I do well?.."
She was exactly like a puppy that had just succeeded at potty training for the first time, tail wagging, frantic for a treat and a word of praise. Plee twisted herself up in front of me, begging for compliments and a reward.
A four-slot status window floated over her head, so I ended up staring straight at her without meaning to. Under that gaze, her face began to bloom red.
"M-Master... if you look at me like that, I'll get embarrassed..."
Somewhere along the way she had ducked her head and started fidgeting with her fingers. I stroked her hair. At my touch her body began to tremble, little by little, until her heated voice reached me.
"Haa... Master... here too... pet me here too♡"
She carefully guided the hand in her hair down to her pussy and started rocking her hips on her own. The sight of her like that got me going as well, and I decided to give her the reward she wanted.
I drew out my cock, already rigidly hard. Plee's eyes locked onto it, and for an instant her thoughts seemed to stop dead—her body froze completely.
"Today, do whatever you feel like."
Leaving her like that, I dropped onto my back where I was and spoke. She seemed to come back to herself. A bright grin spread across her face, and she answered in a voice thick with coaxing sweetness.
"Yes~♡ Master~ Just stay still today. Plee will take care of serving you."
She steadied my cock with one hand and spread the mouth of her pussy with the other, settling into position. The soft sway of her breasts and the rest of that beautiful body filled my view.
"Haa... it's in all the way, to the root... May I serve you with Plee's pussy, Master?"
She'd already climaxed from the penetration alone. I could feel her insides quivering—and even in the middle of orgasm, she was still trying to obey me.
"I told you to do whatever you want. That's the reward I'm giving you today."
"Hehe... thank you, Master."
squelch♡ squelch♡
Every time Plee's hips moved, a lewd wet sound spilled out, and her breathing grew hotter by the moment.
"Master... me too... please touch my earlobe too..."
It must have bothered her quite a bit that I'd fondled the beastfolk's ears while we made love. Even as she rocked her hips, she pressed herself forward, nestled against my chest, and demanded I touch her ears.
I reached out as she asked and stroked the tiny earlobe, flushed red and ripe. A lewd moan slipped out of her, and I felt her body shudder once more.
Her climax made her insides clench and writhe all over again. Even as orgasm hazed her mind, she kept rocking her hips to draw my release out of me, and I pulled her in tight and poured hot semen deep inside her.
"Haa♡... thank you for giving me your semen, Master..."
Even while her body shook, she didn't forget to thank me. I stroked her head once more, and the numbers on the status window above her changed.
What the hell... the category changed?
Seeing Lust replaced by Love-Hate brought on a headache. Was it showing two positive values and two negative ones? The highest and the lowest? Or some fusion of the two? I turned the possibilities over, then shook my head. With only the information I had, theorizing was pointless.
And just then, when the hand stroking her head stopped, Plee looked into my eyes and carefully opened her mouth.
"M-Master... may I do it one more time..."
I looked at the status window, changed all over again, and gave Plee what she asked for.
Two days before I introduced Plee to Lise.
The next morning, having thoroughly worked off Plee's lust, I sat at the table enjoying my meal and watched the vicious little war of nerves unfolding between the two bitches in front of me.
"Darling... did you sleep well......"
The beastfolk, up late, rubbed her eyes as she opened the door—and immediately caught sight of Plee glued to the seat beside me.
Until yesterday, the place at her husband's side had been hers, and she had believed his love was hers alone. For her, the shock of it hit hard.
It wasn't as if she had failed to notice Plee from the start. If anything, Plee—beautiful beyond anyone's denial, with glossy blue hair and skin white as a field of snow—had loomed like an enormous obstacle in front of a beastfolk who was supposed to monopolize her husband's love. But he hadn't shown that Plee so much as a scrap of interest all day. Even when Plee filthily tried to lure him with her body, he never gave in, and so the beastfolk had grown careless.
"I... I believed in you... I believed in you, Darling... This is your fault... You seduced my Darling!!"
Tears had already gathered in her eyes. She bared the sharp claws she had kept hidden and threw herself at Plee.
Ting.
She charged with ferocious momentum, and her end was absurdly anticlimactic. She was bounced clean off and finished by planting her ass on the floor in a truly pathetic display.
From the start, the gap had never been something the beastfolk's level of combat could close. She seemed to realize it herself. Still sitting where she had fallen, she looked at me with tears running down her face.
"D-Darling..."
I checked the status window floating over her head as she looked at me, and spoke low.
"Plee... quiet her down a bit. She's noisy."
At my words, Plee turned a victorious, smiling-eyed look on the beastfolk collapsed on the floor. The beastfolk's big puppy ears drooped flat.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!!"
Plee snapped her fingers at empty air. Unable to open her mouth, the beastfolk thrashed and made noise, and Plee, as if the fuss annoyed her, snapped her fingers once more. The beastfolk's movements stopped completely.
To be precise, her eyes alone still glared at me and Plee through her tears.
"My Plee, why do you look so pretty today of all days?"
"Ahn♡ Master... you're still in the middle of your meal... hnn♡..."
"Haa... Plee will serve you... Master, you just keep eating. Slurp♡"
Watching the beastfolk's categories and numbers shift in real time, I decided this was a fine set of experimental results for pinning my theory down in a hurry. I finished my meal and ordered Plee—still serving my cock beneath the table—to release the beastfolk's restraints.
Plee shot a glance at the beastfolk whimpering and crying on the floor, snapped her fingers to undo the binding, then focused on my cock again and went right back to serving me with her mouth-pussy.
"You bastard... you said we'd be together for life... you bastard!! You womanizing scum of the century!! You lust-crazed demon, go fall into hell!!!"
Freed in body, the beastfolk sat slumped on the floor, weeping as she hurled curses and insults at me. I looked at her with an expression of pure disbelief and asked a question.
"Hmm... so beastfolk go around calling someone a lifelong partner, a husband, without even knowing each other's names?"
Only then did she seem to realize she didn't even know the name of the man she had been calling her husband. Flustered, she started to stammer.
"Th-that's... that's because... you saw me naked..."
"Hmm. I see. Because I saw you naked. Then why didn't you call the goblin from yesterday your husband?"
"......"
Still unable to make sense of how any of this had happened, she hung her head. I answered her in a voice gone cold.
"You simply fell in love at the sight of my cock, didn't you. So what—does the cock become your husband?"
She still couldn't answer. I spoke to her again, the words laced with a sneer.
"I'm sorry, but I have no desire to take someone who falls in love from nothing but the sight of my cock as a lifelong partner."
"B-but that woman is the same!"
Unable to deny that she had fallen in love because of my cock, she switched tactics and jabbed a finger at Plee, who was sucking it right in front of her.
Plee had been singled out, but she looked as if none of it concerned her in the slightest and stayed wholly absorbed in sucking. Watching her, I opened my mouth.
"That's right. Plee is an onahole who swore fealty to my cock, too... So how about you drop the husband and lifelong-partner nonsense and simply be my onahole?"
"M-Master, that's... hnnk—ghk, kuh—"
It was the first time Plee tried to cut into the conversation between me and the beastfolk, at the answer that I would accept the beastfolk as another onahole. I seized Plee's head and rammed my cock all the way down her throat, and she couldn't get another word out.
"Whether I own a few onaholes or collect a few meat toilets, that isn't something you need to worry about, is it? Plee?"
"Ghk... I'm sorry... kuh... I'm sorry, Master. You're right... I overstepped. I'm sorry, Master..."
Even while she cried, Plee looked at me and apologized through a smile. For the first time, the beastfolk began to feel fear of me.
At the same time, every time my monstrous cock slipped free of Plee's mouth and throbbed, the beastfolk swallowed on a dry throat. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she pressed her forehead to the floor the way she had the day we first met and shouted.
"Please accept Aena, beastfolk of the Drunken Kingdom, as Master's second meat toilet!!"
"Don't wanna."
It was an answer that sent the heart of Aena—mid-vow of onahole submission—dropping straight through her.