Faithful Cum Dumpsters, A New Plan (3)
As Tusma began unbuckling his belt, Aria and Chloe noticed immediately. Their eyes widened and they swallowed hard, the anticipation clear on their faces. These lewd noble daughters knew exactly what they were hoping for. But Tusma had every intention of ruthlessly betraying those expectations.
He slid the belt free from his pants and gripped it tightly, holding it like a whip.
“You two seem to be forgetting your place. Turn around and present your asses.”
Crack! The belt lashed against the floor, sending a sharp whip-crack echoing through the room.
“Ehh?! C-corporal punishment…?”
“N-no way. I’ve never been hit before in my life.”
Of course you haven’t. Some nobles might receive discipline from their parents, but usually servants took the beatings in their stead. These girls had only ever watched their servants suffer in their place. They had never tasted the sting themselves.
That’s why nobles first experience the pain of being beaten by monsters, professors, or even classmates during practical training at the Magic Academy.
Tusma grinned.
“Then allow me to gift you the pain of your very first punishment.”
““Hic…!””
When he cracked the belt against the floor again, both girls flinched violently.
A cold shiver ran through them. Aria and Chloe swallowed once more, then turned in near-perfect unison. They dropped forward, pressing their upper bodies to the floor while thrusting their hips high. The flexibility required to keep their torsos flat while raising their asses so high was impressive.
What a perfectly lewd position!
Tusma’s grin widened. Without mercy, he swung the belt.
Slap!!
“Ang~!!”
Aria, struck first, arched like a bow and let out a shamelessly erotic moan.
Slap!!
“Heeng~!!”
Chloe’s turn came next. Her ass quivered as she released an equally depraved cry. He hadn’t held back at all; vivid belt marks were already blooming across their pale skin.
“Hmm. I can’t tell if I’m actually punishing you properly like this. Strip.”
““…!!””
Both noble daughters flinched again at the command.
“Haah… haah…”
“Huuu…”
Yet their faces flushed with unmistakable excitement as they reached back, hiking up their skirts and slowly peeling their panties down. The sight of two proud noble ladies on their knees, asses raised high with their panties tangled around their knees and their pussies completely exposed, was utterly magnificent.
Shit. I’m insanely turned on.
Their asses were already glowing red from the belt, just as he expected.
“Oh? Only a little red? I wonder what color the servants who took your punishments turned.”
Both girls flinched hard. The memories of their servants writhing in agony flashed through their minds.
“T-they were beaten until their skin turned p-purple…”
“It was… terrible. They cried so much.”
They had never felt any real sympathy when watching those servants suffer for their own mistakes. After all, the servants were mere commoners or even lower. They had never even considered them fully human.
But the situation was different now. Being the ones about to be punished filled them with a brand-new terror—the fear of experiencing that same pain themselves.
They trembled. Both Aria and Chloe’s asses and pussies quivered visibly with dread.
“Is that so? Well, I don’t have a hobby of tormenting people that badly.”
At those words, the two girls looked up at him with obvious relief and joy.
Watching their reaction, Tusma—having already replaced the belt around his waist—raised both palms.
“I have no interest in punishment that only causes pain. But punishment with an erotic purpose? That I like very much.”
Slap!!
His open palms struck their exposed pussies at the same time.
““Ang~!!””
The sudden impact on such a sensitive, unimaginable place made both girls cry out loudly, their pussies clenching tight.
“What? The punishment isn’t over yet.”
Slap! Slap!! Slap!!!
“Hang~! Ang! Aang~!”
“Eut, heuk, heuuuk!”
He continued slapping their pussies in a steady rhythm, not too hard, not too soft. Their eyes flew wide open as lewd moans poured from their lips.
T-this feeling…! Haat…!
No, I can’t… I’ll get addicted to this…!
Under the guise of punishment, their pussies were being relentlessly stimulated. Soon both noble daughters were dripping wet. The balanced intensity sent only sharp, addictive pleasure into their brains, rapidly turning them into drooling, lewd idiots.
“Tusma-nim~ Huuk~! I-I like this so muuuuch…”
“P-please punish me more…. Please discipline my naughty, disobedient pussy harder…!”
Tusma laughed. The effect was better than he could have hoped. After terrifying them with the threat of brutal punishment, switching immediately to pleasure had caused them to break almost instantly.
“Good, good. From now on I’ll punish your lewd pussies often. Whenever the mood strikes me.”
Slap!!
“Heeuuung~!!”
“Huuut~!!”
He suddenly changed the angle, striking upward from below. The impact landed directly on their clits.
Squiiiish—!!
Both girls came instantly. Hot, lewd juices gushed violently from their urethras.
“Auu, auuuung…”
“So gooood…. This feels so gooood…”
Watching them twitch and drip all over the floor, Tusma felt an overwhelming surge of mental pleasure. Their panties, still bunched around their knees, were now completely soaked through. If they didn’t have spares, they would be going commando for the rest of the day.
Heh… That felt amazing. Punishment over.
Tusma returned to thinking about his plan. The fact that even two noble daughters had hesitated over the price of a single Golden Leaf Pie proved just how expensive it was. No wonder Lurua had only watched from a distance.
Should I change the plan? No. They say the most pointless worry in the world is worrying about a noble’s money. I won’t feel sorry for them.
He would still use the pie to corrupt Lurua with the Paint of Corruption. The method was simple: fill the pie with his thick, potent semen so she would deliciously consume it. After all, nothing stained a woman with the Paint of Corruption more effectively than having his cum inside her body.
“I’ll go buy the pie myself. So, my dear ATM ladies, offer up the money. Quickly.”
“Haat…!”
“Eut…. For some reason… this feels so strange.”
The moment he openly called them ATMs, both girls began trembling with excitement. The more the Paint of Corruption rewrote their minds, the more they became aroused by his rough treatment.
Heh… Who would have thought the day would come when a lowly commoner like me could play the villain with noble girls? It’s thrilling. It’s new. It’s the best!
Aria and Chloe pulled money from their magic inventories and combined it. The total was far from ordinary.
“Whew, it’s exactly enough.”
“Please take it, Tusma-nim.”
Tusma swallowed at the impressive thickness of the banknotes.
Are you kidding me? Did they coat that pie in actual gold? Why is it so expensive?
“I’m sorry we can only give you the exact price of the pie…. I’ll ask my parents for a larger allowance.”
“I’ll do the same, Tusma-nim…!”
It really was exactly the price of one pie. In that moment, Tusma truly understood just how absurdly extravagant noble snacking habits were.
“Good. If you want to stay as my ATMs, make sure you secure plenty of spending money.”
Pretending not to be shocked by the price, Tusma stood up.
Hm?
His eyes happened to land on the blackboard where the name of the professor who had taught the last magic class was still written.
That name is…
Professor Lurua Seinsti—the legendary Great Sage, hero who defeated the Demon King, and the academy’s very first headmaster.
Just seeing her name brought back the memory of her soft, burning-hot body.
I wonder how Professor Lurua is doing these days. I’d love to see that incredible figure again…
He was lost in those perverted thoughts when—
“U-um, Tusma-nim… Before we carry out the plan… could you please give us a little more punishment?”
Aria approached shyly yet boldly, dropping to her knees in front of his crotch. Chloe mirrored her from the other side.
“Yes… Tusma-nim. We are very naughty young ladies. We think we need to be punished with something much more… thick.”
Both beauties reached for his belt buckle at the same time.
Tusma looked down at them and smirked.
“Gladly. My cock has been dying to taste a noble lady’s pussy again anyway.”
Squeeze!!
““Ang~!””
When he grabbed both of their breasts at once, shameless moans spilled from their lips.
“My brand of punishment only ends after I’ve filled a noble lady’s womb with hot cum. So steel yourselves.”
Soon the abandoned classroom was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of two noble daughters being thoroughly used.
The next day, Tusma headed for the shopping district inside the Magic Academy to put his plan into motion.
The academy’s grounds were absurdly vast to accommodate realistic practical training. As a result, the internal shopping district was equally impressive—a gathering of every luxury brand imaginable. It was considered the empire’s premier commercial area.
Never thought I’d actually set foot in a place like this.
The shop Maple Honey specialized in the highest-grade desserts. Poor commoners and lower-class citizens wouldn’t even dare approach the entrance. Of course, that didn’t include delivery boys.
That was why no one stopped Tusma when he walked in with complete confidence. He had been dressed like a beggar when he met Inrohi, but today he was a clean, well-dressed student of the Magic Academy.
Which one is that pie?
Not knowing the layout, he approached a clerk and ordered a Golden Leaf Pie. The clerk gave him a slightly suspicious look at first, but the moment Tusma produced a heavy money pouch, the employee’s attitude became perfectly respectful. They had assumed he was either running an errand for a noble or came from a newly wealthy commoner family.
Heh… Money really does make the world go round.
Just as Tusma was about to leave with the beautifully packaged pie—
Thud.
He lightly bumped into someone entering at the exact same moment.
Oh no! This is bad!
This store sold ridiculously expensive items. If the other person was a servant, it might be fine. But if it was a noble, things could get ugly.
He reacted instantly, catching the person before they could stumble.
The sensation of soft, voluptuous breasts pressing against his arm. The sweet, pure fragrance that tickled his nose.
When Tusma looked down to see who it was, he found himself staring at a surprised Professor Lurua Seinsti.