The Chorus of Eight Pussies and the Prelude to the Fox Hunt
Obeying Tusma’s command, Ruriel began licking Mina’s juices from Aria’s face. At first she felt ashamed, but the strangely sweet, mysterious flavor gradually drew her in.
“Mmmh…”
In her growing excitement, her tongue unconsciously drifted to Aria’s lips as well. Aria responded by naturally parting her mouth, and the two women began sharing a deep, wet kiss.
‘Heh~ Perfect. Lesbian play really is best when you get to watch.’
The sheer depravity of licking another woman’s fluids made Ruriel’s pussy grow wet all over again.
“Excellent. Now pass that taste on to Isabel as well. With a kiss.”
““─?!””
Ruriel and Isabel’s eyes widened at the same time. Isabel hesitated for a brief moment, torn between her absolute obedience to her lord and the humiliating prospect of kissing a woman from a rival faction. But she soon closed her eyes and nodded.
“…As you command.”
“Ugh, seriously… what a pervert.”
Ruriel grabbed Isabel’s chin and pressed their lips together. Their tongues tangled, and a filthy mixture of Mina’s, Aria’s, and Ruriel’s fluids flowed into Isabel’s mouth. It was a truly obscene chain of communion.
“Now, this is the last one.”
Tusma picked up an empty teacup that had been left on one side of the rooftop.
“My lovely little cum dumpsters. Offer your loyalty to me—contained in this cup.”
At his order, all the women gathered around the teacup as if in a trance. They scooped the slick nectar dripping from their own pussies with their fingers and let it fall into the cup. Inrohi’s elegant gesture, Ruriel’s rough movements, Aria’s cool precision, Chloe’s cunning smile, Lilliana’s shy motions, Isabel’s pious posture, and Mina’s ecstatic expression—seven women created seven shades of corruption that swirled together inside the transparent vessel.
Finally, Inrohi lifted the cup with both hands and respectfully offered it to Tusma.
“Master, we offer you everything we have.”
Tusma accepted it with a smile.
“Yes, an absolutely superb ‘tea’ has been completed.”
He slowly poured the entire mixture over his rigidly erect cock. Covered in the combined juices of seven noblewomen, his massive shaft glistened with obscene, almost sacred brilliance.
“Now, my cum dumpsters. Worship this ‘holy relic’ with your mouths.”
““““““Yes, Master.””””””
With rapturous expressions, they all dropped to their knees before his cock and continued their lewd service.
Several hours later, bright sunlight poured down on the rooftop of the Maple Honey Store, bathing seven beautiful naked bodies in liquid gold. This was on an entirely different level from secret nighttime trysts. The blatant immorality of performing such acts in broad daylight in the middle of a bustling district acted as the ultimate spice, pushing the pleasure of everyone present to its peak.
And at the center of that obscene feast sat Tusma Ssex, reigning like a king upon his throne.
“Haaung…! Mmmh…! Ahn!”
“M-Master…! My pussy…! Hngh, it feels like it’s melting…!”
He sat on a real chair placed on the rooftop, displaying godlike multitasking. His left hand stirred the dripping pussies of Ruriel and Aria, who were pressed together in a lewd sandwich. His right hand toyed with Chloe and Lilliana’s equally soaked slits. Even his toes refused to rest—his left foot teased Isabel’s firm, sensitive pussy while his right foot tormented Mina’s sloppy, drooling folds, keeping all of them balanced on the razor’s edge of climax.
And at his waist, Inrohi clung to him like the proper first wife she was, impaling herself on his enormous cock and letting out ecstatic moans.
“Tusma…! Your cock really is… the best…! It feels like my womb is being reshaped to fit only you…!”
A miracle of simultaneously pleasuring seven women. His abilities, awakened by the Paint of Corruption, had long since surpassed human limits. Everywhere his hands, feet, and cock touched, the noblewomen helplessly crumbled, screaming in pleasure.
‘Heh heh… This is the best. The greatest moment of my life. By now Professor Lurua must be secretly watching and soaking her seat, right?’
Tusma’s prediction was dead on.
At the same moment, inside Lurua’s private laboratory deep within the magic academy, she was panting heavily while staring at a massive holographic projection floating above an obsidian table. Her own original magic, the Sex Detection Map, was broadcasting Tusma’s obscene rooftop party in real time—and in ultra-high-definition 3D.
“Haa… Haa… T-to do something so outrageous…! In broad daylight, on a rooftop…! With seven girls…!”
Lurua had already thrown off her silk robe. Completely naked, she was furiously rubbing her own pussy as she watched. The image of Inrohi lost in ecstasy, impaled on Tusma’s massive cock, burned into her eyes. So did the sight of the other young noblewomen being helplessly toyed with by his hands and feet.
Their cries and gasps, magically amplified, filled the entire laboratory.
“Aah…! M-me too…! I want to join too…! Tusma…! Please ruin my pussy with that cock too…!”
Jealousy, loneliness, and unbearable lust mixed together, completely paralyzing her reason.
“Hngh… I’m going to join…!”
Professor Lurua could no longer endure it. She opened a small spatial portal directly in front of her own dripping pussy. Its destination was singular.
Right in front of Tusma’s face.
“Huh?”
Tusma suddenly noticed the small rift in space that had appeared before him. When he saw the familiar, utterly lewd sight beyond it, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Haha!”
A glistening, beautifully spread pussy—the most noble and exquisite cunt in the world. It was Professor Lurua’s.
‘What an adorable professor. She finally couldn’t hold back.’
Tusma decided to grant her wish. Without stopping his relentless caresses on the seven women, he extended his tongue toward the portal and gave her dripping folds a long, slow lick.
Lick. Lick.
<Kyaaaaah~!! It feels so gooood~!!>
Lurua’s electrifying scream echoed from the other side of the portal. Smiling, Tusma focused on her clit, licking and sucking it with relentless devotion.
Now he had two women with his left hand, two with his right, one with his left foot, one with his right foot, one on his cock, and one on his tongue. He had achieved the unprecedented feat of simultaneously dominating eight pussies.
“All right, my lovely bitches! Let’s all cum together!”
As Tusma roared, an explosive wave of corrupting magic erupted from his body. Resonating with that power, all eight pussies convulsed violently at the same moment, crashing into orgasm.
““““““““Haaaaaaaang~!!!””””””””
Squiiish! Splurt! Squiish!!
Eight powerful streams of hot girl-cum sprayed in every direction, painting the rooftop white. At the same time, Tusma could no longer hold back and unleashed a torrent of thick semen deep into Inrohi’s womb.
Spluuurt!! Spluuuuurt!!
It was a horribly lewd yet strangely majestic chorus of corruption and pleasure.
After the obscene storm had passed, Tusma and his seven cum dumpsters lay sprawled across the rooftop, enjoying a languid afterglow. They sipped the cool tea Mina had brought, their faces still lost in the memory of the intense pleasure they had just experienced.
Watching them, Mina wore an expression full of anticipation.
‘Ah, from now on… I’ll be able to enjoy such lewd acts among the nobles too, right?’
Among the nobility, experienced women were the current trend. It was common sense that always came up when ladies gathered to gossip. Now Mina had her own filthy stories to brag about—stories of group debauchery with noblewomen that her commoner friends could never even dream of attempting.
When she looked at Tusma with those hopeful eyes, he gave her a light nod.
“Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll use your pussy together with everyone else, Mina.”
“Thank you~ Tusma~! I love you!!”
Mina beamed and gave him a quick, affectionate kiss. A kiss from a beauty always felt wonderfully ecstatic.
“Heh heh. All right, let’s get to the main topic.”
As Tusma set down his teacup, every woman’s gaze locked onto him.
“The reason I came here is to resolve Selina Lauren’s debt problem. I plan to pool the financial power of my cum dumpsters to buy her IOU.”
He nodded toward Mina.
“Mina, who is the loan shark that lent money to Selina?”
“Yes, Tusma. It’s a place called the Crimson Scale Trading Company. They’re quite notorious in the back alleys.”
“Crimson Scale Trading Company…”
When Tusma repeated the name, Mina gave a confident smile.
“Don’t worry, Tusma. Those guys owe our Popo Company a mountain of debts. If I go with you, they’ll grovel and do whatever we want.”
“Oh? That’s very convenient.”
A satisfied smile spread across Tusma’s lips. He stood up.
“Good. Then let’s all go together. We’ll show that loan shark exactly what the dignity of noble young ladies looks like.”
The office of the Crimson Scale Trading Company was thick with damp, stale air. The loan shark was fidgeting nervously at the sudden arrival of a procession of dazzling noblewomen. At the center of the group stood Mina Popo, arms crossed.
“U-um… Miss Popo. And your esteemed young ladies. What brings you to this humble establishment…”
“Hand over Selina Lauren’s IOU.”
At Mina’s cold command, the loan shark’s face turned deathly pale.
“T-these ladies have rather unique… tastes. We’re here to purchase the debt. How much will it take?”
After Mina’s explanation, the loan shark nodded as if he understood everything. Breaking into a cold sweat, he thought to himself, ‘Nobles really are vicious when it comes to harassment… So they’re going to use the debt to torment her. Tsk, that poor girl.’
To survive, he made the smartest choice available.
“I-I’ll only take the principal! Forget the interest! Since it’s the debt of a wench who offended these noble ladies, that’s only proper!”
He frantically retrieved Selina’s IOU from the safe and politely handed it to Tusma, whom he assumed was a servant. Leaning in, he whispered into Tusma’s ear.
“Ahem, you there. I don’t want to be marked by nobles, so please put in a good word for me.”
He subtly slipped a bribe into Tusma’s pocket.
“Haha, a very wise decision.”
Tusma smiled as he accepted both the IOU and the bribe. Far more cheaply and cleanly than expected, Selina’s leash had fallen completely into his hands.
Once outside the office, Tusma held the IOU up to the sunlight. The name “Selina Lauren” written on the paper seemed to dance before his eyes.
“Heh heh… With this, Selina, you’re mine. Now… let the fox hunt begin.”
Clutching Selina’s IOU, Tusma headed toward a secluded bench behind the academy where she was often seen. There, he would become a merciful hunter rescuing a fox fallen into despair.
Of course, the price of that salvation would be her lewd, obedient body.