Faithful Cum Dumpsters, New Plan (2)
That afternoon, in a deserted lecture hall tucked away in the magic academy, Tusma pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. He leaned back against a dust-covered chair with familiar ease. Afternoon sunlight slipped through the gaps in the broken windows, painting the floating particles in the air with a golden glow. The room carried the chill of disuse and the musty scent of mold, but to Tusma, no place felt more intimate or secret. It was the perfect spot to ravage the noble ladies he had conquered and to lay out his schemes.
‘They should be here any moment now.’
Tusma waited in the appointed place for his new cum dumpsters. Before long, cautious footsteps echoed down the corridor. The old door opened, and Aria and Chloe appeared. The cold, haughty demeanor they had shown earlier beside the tree was gone. Their eyes burned with a feverish hunger that was directed solely at him.
The moment they entered, they closed the door and slid the bolt shut. A perfect severance from the outside world. It was a ritual that declared this room had become Tusma’s exclusive kingdom from this point forward.
Without hesitation, as if they had rehearsed it, Aria and Chloe dropped to their knees at his feet. Soft thuds sounded as their knees met the dusty floor.
“Haa… haa… Lord Tusma… we’re sorry to have kept you waiting. Not even for a single moment could we forget you.”
“I missed you so much, Lord Tusma… Without your warmth, my whole body feels like it’s freezing from the inside out.”
Aria’s voice overflowed with suppressed longing. Chloe clutched the hem of his trousers with a desperate expression, as though she might burst into tears at any second. She looked like a small pet terrified of being abandoned by its owner.
‘Good. The effects of the Paint of Corruption are still vivid.’
Tusma’s unique magic, the Paint of Corruption, did not grant permanent results. The higher the noble’s status, the more regularly they received purification spells, and their strong magical resistance could weaken the effect over time. That was why he needed to inject them with his semen at regular intervals or meet them directly like this, keeping them within the spell’s influence to deepen their corruption.
‘I’ll have to stay in frequent contact and be careful about that. I can’t afford to lose these delicious toys.’
Tusma looked down with satisfaction at the two noble ladies staring up at him like bitches in heat. He sat in the chair and crossed his legs. Even his slightest movement drew their obsessive gazes.
“Your acting earlier was excellent. Thanks to you, it seems no one suspects our relationship.”
“Thank you for the praise, Lord Tusma! As your faithful cum dumpsters, we simply did our best not to cast even the smallest shadow on your magnificent plans!”
Aria answered with an expression of pure ecstasy. Perhaps because of her strong innate masochistic tendencies, a single word of praise from Tusma made her shiver violently with excitement. Beneath her white skirt, her panties were soaked through; she could feel the sticky wetness coating her inner thighs.
“Heh heh. And Chloe, how is your little sister doing?”
“Yes! Thanks to the miraculous medicine Lord Tusma prepared for us… today she was able to get out of bed and look out the window! Truly… truly, thank you! I will repay this kindness for the rest of my life—no, I will offer you my very soul!”
Overcome with emotion, Chloe shed fat tears as she pressed her lips to Tusma’s dusty shoe. Her soft lips reverently traced the cold leather.
‘Ugh…! To think the day would come when a noble lady who lives for her own pride would kiss my filthy shoes. This is pure bliss!’
Chloe had no idea that the “miraculous medicine” had been made by using her own pussy as a mortar, mixing Tusma’s semen with her love juices. She simply worshipped him as a savior who performed miracles. It was inevitable. Even with all the knowledge of the Nightshade family and their noble connections, there had been no way to cure her sister. In fact, Chloe herself had been destined to wither away from the same mysterious illness someday. Tusma had resolved all that despair in a single stroke. To Chloe, regardless of status, Tusma could only appear as a benefactor sent from heaven and the master to whom she must devote everything.
“Good. Let’s get to the main topic. Ruriel Basium… We need to draw up a plan to conquer that woman. Tell me everything you know about her.”
At Tusma’s cold command, Aria and Chloe instinctively glanced at each other. A faint hesitation flickered in their eyes.
“What? Does the thought of betraying the leader of your own faction prick what little conscience you have left?”
Tusma rose slowly from his seat. The air in the room grew heavy with his movement.
“Then there’s no helping it. Our relationship ends here. I’ll go back to being an ordinary commoner.”
“Ah……”
The moment the two noble ladies panicked, Tusma delivered the decisive blow.
“Of course, that also means I’ll have to stop treating Chloe’s sister. There’s no benefit to me in continuing such a troublesome task, is there?”
“I-I’m sorry!! I… I had a foolish thought for a moment!”
Chloe’s face turned deathly pale as she flattened herself against the floor, begging desperately. She clung to the hem of Tusma’s trousers with all her strength.
“I’m sorry for hesitating, Lord Tusma! Please, please don’t stop the treatment! Ruriel, none of it matters! All I need is you, Lord Tusma, and my sister! I will obey you completely! Please continue the treatment…!”
“Hmm~ And what about you, Aria?”
When Tusma turned to her, he saw her biting her lip, still hesitating. In response, he roughly seized her silver hair and yanked her forward. His massively swollen cock, straining against his pants, was thrust directly in front of her face.
“I forgot. You’re a vulgar masochistic bitch who prefers it rough rather than words, aren’t you? So, will you do it or not? Your answer decides whether my cock enters that mouth or disappears from your life forever.”
“Haaah~!”
With her face pressed against the heat and shape of his enormous member through the fabric, Aria trembled violently from shame and arousal.
“I-I’ll do it… Once you’ve tasted pleasure like this… you can’t let it go again…! I’m sorry to Lady Ruriel, but my body comes first…!”
In the end, the two of them competed to spill every piece of information they had about Ruriel.
“Lady Ruriel’s pride is sky-high, but in truth she’s under considerable financial pressure because of her family’s decline. She tries not to show it even to us, but we’ve seen her sigh when she’s alone.”
“That’s right. That’s why she tends to overdo it to maintain her authority within the academy. Her skills are outstanding, but she avoids training that requires expensive magic equipment or consumables.”
“…What?”
This was unexpected information. After all, not long ago Ruriel had given him a rather thick wad of allowance money.
‘When her family is struggling financially… she still gave me that much pocket money?’
It seemed Chloe was right about her tendency to push herself in order to maintain her authority. Of course, no matter how financially strained, it was only by noble standards. As the saying went, even a ruined rich family could last three generations; it was still an amount a commoner like him could not compare to.
“Any other information? Something that could be considered a weakness.”
“Ah! Also… she really loves sweets! Especially the ‘Golden Leaf Pie’ sold at the Maple Honey shop. It’s incredibly expensive, so she doesn’t buy it often. Whenever we pass by the store, she only ever looks at it from afar.”
Chloe’s words struck Tusma like lightning.
‘She gave me money without hesitation, yet she holds back on the snack she loves most?’
If so, this too was proof that the Paint of Corruption was exerting a powerful influence on Ruriel. It was evidence that, subconsciously, she now considered maintaining her lewd relationship with Tusma more important than buying her favorite treat.
‘Pride, financial hardship, and a suppressed craving for sweets. Excellent information.’
Tusma quickly assembled a plan in his head. It was the perfect opportunity to strike at all three weaknesses at once, shatter her pride, and make her dependent on him.
“All right, the plan is set. Chloe, soon you will go to Ruriel and beg her to buy you a Golden Leaf Pie. Ruriel, who wants to save money, will be troubled. At that moment, I will present the pie to her as a gift.”
“Pardon? But Lord Tusma, you’re a commoner so you don’t have the money……”
Chloe’s words were not meant to belittle him. Having lived as a noble, the notion that commoners were penniless was deeply ingrained in her.
“Naturally, that means you two will have to become my wallet. Isn’t it only right to offer money for your master’s plans?”
Tusma grinned and deliberately spoke like a villain. He had always wanted to try uttering such arrogant, wicked words to these lofty noble ladies at least once, and the thrill that ran down his spine was exquisite.
“Y-yes… of course……”
“If we combine our allowances… it might be possible……”
Yet Chloe and Aria looked greatly flustered. They glanced at each other, clearly troubled.
‘Are you kidding me? Just how expensive is this Golden Leaf Pie that two noble ladies have to pool their pocket money?’
It was surprising, but he didn’t need to worry about money when dealing with nobles. They possessed all kinds of assets besides cash. Even selling a few dusty old noble garments stuffed in a corner would equal a commoner’s monthly wage.
“If your allowances are short, make up the difference however you can. You have plenty of ways, don’t you?”
“Ah… well, that’s true, but……”
“Mmm……”
Aria and Chloe wore expressions that suggested the task would be somewhat bothersome. All they had to do was pick out clothes they no longer wore and have the servants handle the secondhand sale, yet even that simple chore seemed tedious to them.
‘Oh?’
Then there was no choice. He would have to teach these noble ladies once again, clearly and thoroughly, exactly who their true master was. Tusma smiled as he reached for his belt buckle.