The Maple Honey Shop's Pie Is Sweet (5)
Tusma Ssex visited Inrohi Raneum once again. Just as he had done before, he secretly injected his thick, hot 'special sauce' deep into the pie box. He had planned to move on to the next step immediately, but…
Thanks to the Paint of Corruption, it feels like my stamina has become infinite.
Tusma decided to savor the body of Princess Inrohi—the very embodiment of a walking mass of lewdness—for a little while longer. He fed her the pie crafted from his first batch of special sauce, the one he had stored in his inventory.
The result was immediate.
“Haaang~! Eating Tusma’s cum pie makes me so excited~!!”
Princess Inrohi grew wildly aroused, as if she had gulped down an aphrodisiac, and the two of them plunged into a storm of frenzied sex. As Tusma’s very first cum dumpster, Inrohi gladly accepted every single perverted act he desired. In status, beauty, and personality alike, Princess Inrohi was unquestionably the finest woman for him. Right behind her stood Professor Lurua.
“Haa… haa… Are you leaving already?”
After pumping her womb full of semen more than ten times, Tusma finally withdrew his cock. Inrohi smiled softly and asked the question in a sweet, lingering voice.
“Yes. The appointed time is drawing near. It’s time to begin the conquest of Ruriel.”
“Hehe, Tusma… the greatest man of my life… Please fill the wombs of every noble bitch in the empire with that magnificent cock of yours.”
“Of course. Your petty, perverted little revenge matches my own wishes perfectly, Lady Inrohi.”
Both of them let out small, knowing laughs at the same time. They were fully aware of just how absurdly twisted their alliance of ridiculous vengeance and outrageous desire truly was.
“Then I’ll be on my way.”
“Yes. Tusma, my love… Come back safely. My pussy is always waiting for you, hehe.”
“Kr~! So fucking lewd. I’ll give you one more thrust before I go.”
“Aang~!”
A short while later, the appointed meeting place turned out to be a quiet little garden behind the magic academy, furnished with a single lonely bench.
There she is.
Ruriel Basium and her faction members had already gathered. As planned, Chloe Nightshade stood right beside Ruriel, pestering her like a spoiled child.
“Lady Ruriel~ They released a brand-new pie from Maple Honey! Can’t you buy me just one? Pretty please?”
“Why are you acting like this today, Chloe… Even I find that difficult. This week’s allowance has already gone to Tus…”
Ruriel nearly blurted out that she had already handed the week’s allowance to Tusma, but she clamped her mouth shut in a hurry.
Ugh… If I had known this would happen, I should have given it to him later. I was so excited back then that I ended up giving him way too much…
Ruriel herself craved the Maple Honey pie, but her empty purse refused to allow it. At that exact moment, Tusma appeared with perfect timing, pretending the encounter was pure coincidence.
“Ah, um… Lady Basium.”
Acting the part of a thoroughly cowed commoner, Tusma approached Ruriel with hunched shoulders.
“Tusma Ssex?”
Ruriel found it strange that he had come looking for her when she had not summoned him. Normally, no one would willingly approach the person tormenting them.
Ah, right. I gave him a huge allowance… and even showed him my panties…
In that case, perhaps he did not hate her as much as she thought, despite the bullying. Or maybe the sight of her panties had excited him so much that he wanted another look. Entertaining such thoughts, Ruriel watched him draw nearer.
“This is… a small token of sincerity I prepared for Lady Basium. Please… accept it.”
He offered the pie box with the utmost politeness, as if presenting an offering to a deity. Not only Ruriel and her faction, but every student sneaking glances at them nearby widened their eyes in shock. A commoner—nothing more than a bread shuttle—offering an expensive gift to a noble was utterly unprecedented.
“A Maple Honey brand pie… You, a commoner… bought this?”
Ruriel’s eyes flickered between Tusma and the box, torn between surprise and suspicion. A thousand different scenarios raced through her mind.
What is he plotting? Is this revenge for all the times I tormented him? Did he poison it?
It was not impossible. Stories of nobles dying at the hands of vengeful commoners were surprisingly common. Yet nobles never stopped abusing those beneath them.
No, I never tormented him enough to warrant murder. I even gave him money.
Figuring out how he had purchased it was easy. The allowance she had given him would have left plenty of coins even after buying the pie.
Why give it to me instead of using it for himself?
Her strong pride made her reluctant to accept a gift whose motive she could not fathom. Yet the sweet aroma tickling her nose and the desperate cries of her empty stomach were rapidly eroding her reason.
That was when Chloe stepped in with perfectly timed flattery.
“Wow! Lady Ruriel, it looks absolutely delicious! This commoner must respect you so much to offer something this precious. He has clearly been moved by your greatness!”
Chloe’s sly praise made Ruriel’s shoulders rise with pride.
Ah? That possibility exists too?
Yes, now that she thought about it, it made sense. A commoner might naturally be overwhelmed by a noble as magnificent and beautiful as herself and swear eternal loyalty. She had given him a fortune in allowance and even shown him her panties—both events that would surely move a lowly commoner.
“Hmm…! Your thoughtful heart is commendable. Very well. In recognition of your loyalty, I shall graciously accept.”
Pretending to do him a great favor, Ruriel took the box. She opened it, picked up a piece of the golden-glowing pie, and brought it to her lips. Every eye in the garden locked onto her mouth.
Crunch.
The pie broke with its signature sound, releasing sweet honey and rich cream that flooded across her tongue.
“…!!”
Ruriel’s golden eyes flew wide with wonder. The flavor was more heavenly than any dessert she had ever tasted. It was not mere sweetness. A deep, savory richness coated her tongue, followed by a strange heat that spread through her entire body as it slid down her throat. It felt almost like biting into a forbidden fruit—thrilling, depraved pleasure.
Wh-what is this? It’s not an ordinary pie… It’s so much more delicious than usual!!
Before she realized it, she was devouring the pie as if possessed. After finishing one slice, she immediately craved another. Watching her frantically stuff the pastries into her mouth like a woman who had lost all reason, both Aria Steel and Chloe Nightshade hid secret smiles.
She’s hooked.
At last… even Lady Ruriel is becoming Sir Tusma’s bitch…
They had guessed that Tusma must have done something to the pies. They did not know exactly what, but some instinctive feeling told them she would soon become another companion in corruption, so they simply watched in silence.
“Mmm, it’s so good. Why does it taste this amazing?”
Tusma’s semen—the Paint of Corruption magic—spread rapidly through Ruriel’s body, infiltrating both mind and flesh. On top of that, the universal magic power’s healing effect refreshed her exhausted frame, while the semen’s magic-conversion property began replenishing the mana she had burned during training.
Of course, the greatest effect was the lewd corruption itself.
“Nngh…”
Her face grew hotter and redder, her breathing turning ragged.
“Haa… haa… Why is my body… so hot…?”
Dizziness washed over her. She pressed a hand to her forehead. Suddenly Tusma looked completely different from the pathetic commoner she had known. The servile, worthless image vanished, replaced by the figure of a dangerous, irresistibly sexy man. Her gaze kept drifting, against her will, to the thick outline of his massive cock faintly visible beneath his pants.
Th-that thing…
Gulp.
She swallowed hard, flustered by the abnormal reactions overtaking her body. Her pussy grew slick between her thighs, and a strange, throbbing thirst pulsed in her lower belly.
I want Tusma… I want that cock… I feel like I need to taste it…
Ruriel swallowed again.
“U-um… commoner…”
The moment her trembling voice called out to him—
“Oh my, isn’t that Ruriel? Accepting food from a commoner and actually eating it? With your house on the verge of collapse, your situation really is pathetic, isn’t it?”
A sneering voice cut through the air as a new group appeared. At its center stood a blonde girl in an extravagant dress—the leader of Ruriel’s rival faction. She was Elara Bonhelm, from one of the most prominent families among the one-star nobles.
Elara Bonhelm and Ruriel were bitter rivals who clashed at every turn. Elara loved mocking Ruriel’s fallen family fortune and trampling her pride.
“Tsk… Look who decided to butt in. Your disgusting habit of meddling in other people’s business hasn’t changed at all, Elara.”
Even while burning with unnatural heat, Ruriel tried to sound unaffected as she shot back. But the mysterious fire raging inside her made her voice tremble slightly.
“Hoho, even your angry face looks pitiful. Well, with your Basium family in ruins, you should be grateful a commoner is even offering you food. Don’t you agree?”
Elara’s taunt made her followers burst into giggles. Ruriel’s face flushed crimson with rage and humiliation. She wanted nothing more than to hurl magic at the insufferable bitch and rip her mouth apart. Yet attacking with magic outside of an official duel could lead to severe punishment under academy rules.
“Let’s go, girls. Getting involved with beggars like them would only tarnish our own dignity.”
Elara smiled like a conqueror and began to turn away. But just before she did, her gaze lingered on Tusma, still prostrated on the ground.
“Oh my, this commoner actually has a decent face? Hey, you. What’s your name? Why don’t you come serve me instead? Polishing my shoes would be far better than staying under a ruined noble like her.”
The suggestion was the ultimate insult to Ruriel. It was as if Elara were trying to steal her personal bread shuttle right in front of her.
“Shut your mouth, Elara! This guy is my bread shuttle! Who gave you permission?!”
Ruriel lost control and screamed. Without realizing it, she had called Tusma hers. The declaration shocked not only Elara but Aria and Chloe as well.
Tusma remained on the ground, watching the entire scene unfold, thoroughly enjoying how his plan had taken an unexpected but delightful turn.
Oh ho, the Paint of Corruption is taking effect faster than I expected. Did jealousy act as a catalyst?
“Yours? Hoho, don’t make me laugh. What ownership could a mere commoner possibly claim? He’s nothing but a dog that follows the stronger master who appears.”
Elara looked at Tusma with clear interest.
“Hey, commoner. Answer me. Will you come to me, or stay beside that beggar?”
Elara forced the choice upon him.