New Prey and Loyal Bitches (1)
Several days had passed since Tusma Ssex had perfectly taken the Bloody Rose faction into his grasp. He lay on the creaky bed in his shabby dormitory, staring blankly at the stains on the ceiling. The groaning bed springs and the snoring of his roommate from the next bed felt oddly detached from him.
On the surface, he was still the lowest of the low—a commoner scorned and despised by all, nothing more than the magic academy’s pathetic bread shuttle. Noble ladies still pinched their noses and sneered whenever he walked down the hallway, and even the other commoners looked at him like he was vermin.
But the truth was very different. When night fell, he became a secret king who forced those proud, arrogant noblewomen to their knees beneath his massive cock.
Heh heh… Who could possibly imagine this?
The image of Ruriel Basium from the night before flashed through his mind—how she had begged and wailed beneath the relentless pounding of his hips. The very queen of Bloody Rose who, during the day, arrogantly ordered him to serve as her footstool had transformed at night into a bitch in heat, spreading her own pussy wide just to swallow one more drop of his cum.
Her two subordinates, Chloe and Aria, were no different. The cold, haughty Aria had shed tears of overwhelming pleasure beneath his whip, while the delicate, fairy-like Chloe had used her own hands to feed her younger sibling the lewd nectar brewed inside her own cunt—all under the excuse that it was “medicine.”
Now the entire Bloody Rose faction was nothing more than obedient cum dumpsters, perfectly trapped in the palm of his hand.
But this isn’t enough.
Tusma reminded himself of his ultimate goal once again. His one true desire was to fuck every high-born beauty in this world senseless. And that desire aligned perfectly with Inrohi Raneum’s revenge.
Filling the wombs of the Empire’s arrogant noble bitches with a lowly commoner’s thick semen—that was their shared objective.
To achieve that dream and to keep paying the exorbitant tuition at this fantasy-like magic academy, his hunt had to continue.
Now that I’ve conquered Bloody Rose, it’s time to pick the next target. I can’t stop, especially if I want to keep earning tuition money.
A woman’s face naturally rose in his mind: honey-golden drill curls, eyes as cold and blue as sapphires, and above all, an unbearably arrogant attitude. Ruriel’s eternal rival—the queen of Golden Iris, Elara Bonhelm.
That nouveau-riche bitch… Those eyes that looked at me like I was an insect are still burned into my memory. Perfect. You’re my next prey.
Just as Tusma curled his lips into a wicked smile and began plotting his new hunt, a small vibration pulsed against his chest. It was the secret communication magic tool Inrohi had given him—one that could never be detected from the outside.
“Tusma dear. It’s ‘meeting’ time. In the usual warehouse—your loyal ‘subjects’ are waiting for you.”
Tusma licked his lips and rose from the bed. Before beginning his new hunt, it was time to reward his faithful bitches.
The magic academy was wrapped in the veil of night. Tusma walked with familiar steps toward the old, rarely visited warehouse. He pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. Beneath the faint glow of magical lighting, two women were already waiting for him.
The musty smell of dust, the scent of dry grass, and the thick, feminine aroma of the two beauties mingled together, creating a strangely immoral atmosphere.
One was Inrohi Raneum—his eternal accomplice and de facto first wife. She sat with her legs elegantly crossed, wearing a red silk slip that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. The crown embroidery right at the center of her panties made her secret mound stand out even more obscenely. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation for the lewd feast that was about to unfold.
The other was Ruriel Basium, the former leader of the delinquent faction that had once bossed him around. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. She wore only her usual black lace T-back panties and garter belt, her firm C-cup breasts and stiff nipples completely exposed and clearly visible even in the dim light. She licked her lips impatiently, like a hunting dog waiting for its master.
“Commoner, you’re late. Making me wait? You’ve got some nerve,” Ruriel snapped in her usual arrogant tone, conscious of Inrohi’s presence. Yet her cheeks were already flushed, and the space between her thighs had long since grown soaking wet. The moment Tusma entered, the scent of his body had ignited her, making her burn with craving for his massive cock.
“My, my, Ruriel. A defeated queen should stay silent, don’t you think?” Inrohi laughed gracefully and clung to Tusma’s arm. She deliberately pressed her enormous F-cup breasts against him, rubbing them provocatively while taunting her rival.
The soft, overwhelming sensation made Tusma cheer inwardly.
“W-what did you say?! You mere commoner! Know your place!”
“Oh dear. I am Tusma’s first woman—practically his legal wife. I’m on a completely different level from a mere concubine like you.”
Inrohi’s words were elegant, yet their content was more than enough to trample Ruriel’s pride. The red-haired girl’s face flushed with rage.
“O-order doesn’t matter!”
“Oh? Does that mean you’re even prepared to marry him~? A noble and a commoner, no less. Hoho.”
Ruriel’s face turned scarlet. “T-that’s… W-we don’t have to rush into thinking about marriage! Tusma would probably rather increase the number of cum dumpsters he can play with than be tied down by something like marriage, right?”
Oh…? She understands my personality perfectly. Not bad, Ruriel.
“A-anyway! I can satisfy Tusma way better than some commoner like you!!” Ruriel shouted, tears of frustration glistening in her eyes at the thought of being ranked lower.
Tusma, who found it strangely arousing to have two women fighting over him, stepped in to calm them.
“Now, now, both of you settle down. Didn’t we gather tonight for a pleasant ‘meeting’?”
Standing between the two high-born beauties, Tusma smiled leisurely and mediated. He wrapped an arm around Inrohi’s waist while lifting Ruriel’s chin with his other hand.
“Ruriel, my cute little lioness. You followed my orders so well during the day. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Hmph…! W-who wants a reward from the likes of you…!”
Ruriel tried to resist, but the moment Tusma lightly pinched her nipple—
“Hyaan~!”
She trembled, letting out a sweet moan. Her body already remembered his touch perfectly.
“Y-you said… I only become your cum dumpster when we’re alone… That commoner is watching right now… So I have to act like a proper delinquent girl…”
With her nipple still pinched, Ruriel looked up at him with a flushed, aroused face.
“That rule doesn’t apply when my cum dumpsters gather. From now on, when only my cum dumpsters are present, act like a proper cum dumpster, Ruriel.”
Twist—!
When Tusma yanked hard on her nipple, Ruriel’s breast stretched like rubber as she let out an obscene cry.
“Haaauuuung~!! Yessss~! I’ll do whatever Tusma commands~! Ahn…!!”
“Good girl, Ruriel.”
Tusma released her nipple and gave her lips a light kiss. Ruriel’s eyes immediately went hazy with happiness.
As expected of the Paint of Corruption. To turn that ill-tempered delinquent noble into such a lewd cum dumpster… It’s perfect.
“And Lady Inrohi, thank you for always believing in me and supporting me. I will now repay that kindness with my body.”
“Hehe, I’m looking forward to it, my hero.”
When Tusma kissed Inrohi gently, Ruriel watched the scene closely.
“…Tusma. Isn’t that commoner also one of your cum dumpsters?”
“She is. Lady Inrohi is my cum dumpster too.”
“Then why do you speak to her so kindly while ordering me around like a dog…?”
“Haha, are you jealous, Ruriel?”
“Yes. I’m jealous.”
Ruriel admitted it so honestly that even Tusma was momentarily taken aback. It seemed becoming his cum dumpster had made her discard a good portion of her pride. He found it rather cute.
“Ahem… Ruriel? Lady Inrohi is very special. I can’t tell you the details, but make sure you don’t cross the line with her.”
“……”
Ruriel’s sharp mind spun at high speed. After considering various possibilities, she reached a conclusion.
…A high-ranking noble disguised as a commoner? She must be a key figure in Tusma’s plan. I mustn’t touch her carelessly.
“…Understood. I’ll treat her as a commoner, but I won’t harass her.”
“That’s the right answer, Ruriel. As clever as always.”
When Tusma gave her another light kiss, Ruriel smiled brightly once more.
Tusma sat upon the old chair in the center of the warehouse like a king, with two high-born beauties kneeling at his feet. Inrohi and Ruriel knelt on either side of him as if they had rehearsed it. The sight of two women with such contrasting charms submitting to a single man was more erotic and majestic than any masterpiece painting.
“Let’s begin the meeting. Our next target is the delinquent faction Golden Iris. I intend to bring that arrogant golden-haired bitch Elara Bonhelm to her knees beneath me. Shall we discuss the plan?”
At Tusma’s declaration, both women’s eyes flashed. Inrohi felt joy at having another target for her revenge, while Ruriel felt a thrilling excitement at the thought of her rival becoming the same kind of bitch she now was.
“That’s an excellent idea, Tusma dear. The Bonhelm family is one of the Empire’s leading nouveau-riche houses. I’ve always hated how those rootless upstarts throw their money around. It would be incredibly satisfying to see their arrogant daughter broken.”
“Elara… that insufferable bitch… Fine. If you fuck her like a dog right in front of me, Tusma, I’ll cooperate with anything. I’ll have my faction members dig up every last one of her weaknesses.”
“Reliable as always. Have you already given instructions to Aria and Chloe?”
“Of course. They should be approaching Elara’s maid to gather information right about now.”
Ruriel answered confidently. She had already become Tusma’s perfect pawn.
“Good. Then let’s move on to the next item on the agenda.”
Tusma unzipped his pants. The moment the massive sleeping dragon raised its head, both women’s eyes burned with hot desire.
“First, show proper reverence to this ‘royal scepter’ of mine. Prove your loyalty… with your tongues.”
“Yes~!”
“Really… what a perverted king you are. Can’t be helped~.”
At his command, Inrohi and Ruriel buried their faces between his legs without hesitation. Two hot, wet tongues began eagerly licking up and down his enormous cock in fierce competition.