28. The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess
"Eve. Should we go up and do it in my bed? Or should we do it here? Which is more comfortable for you? Just so you know, after the contraception magic, I'm reviewing a few dildos."
"Hmm."
Eve pressed a finger to her lips.
Going to the bed would be more comfortable, sure. But after I get the contraception magic, who knows what he'll do to me up there. Better to steer this into a quick-and-done-here kind of mood.
After her deliberation, she spoke up.
"I think here is better. That way we don't have to carry any dildos upstairs—we can just grab them from over there."
She pointed at the display cabinet lined with dildos of every variety and size.
"Good point."
When I tore open the Meat Slave Contraception Magic Kit box, a wide folded cloth and a single instruction manual slid out.
We rose from our chairs.
"Let's see here."
I read through the manual.
"First, spread this out on the floor."
Eve unfolded the cloth and spread it across the floor exactly as I said. It opened up like a picnic mat, surprisingly wide, with a magic circle inscribed in a perfect ring at its center.
"A man and a woman take off their clothes and step onto it."
We stripped. The sight of Eve's lusciously curved naked body sent blood rushing straight to my cock.
God, her figure is unreal.
When she reached down to peel off her stockings, I stopped her.
"It says stockings are fine to keep on."
"It actually says that?"
"Yeah. Right here."
Being a man of taste when it came to black stockings, I glossed over the details and kept reading the manual.
"Now then. Next, the woman kneels here."
I took my position at the edge of the circle, and Eve stepped inside the ring and sank to her knees. My cock stood rigid, presented right before her lips.
"And then the woman licks the man's cock."
Eve glanced up at me with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
"Really? Boss, you're messing with me, aren't you."
"I'm dead serious."
Feeling wrongly accused, I showed her the diagram and its caption.
"Look at this."
"Oh... it really does say that."
Eve gave an awkward little pout and pursed her lips.
"Lick."
She'd done it once yesterday at least, and it showed—she went about licking my cock with far less stiffness this time. She worked her tongue evenly over the crown, the sensitive underside, and the length of my shaft.
Hah. Hah.
Thanks to [Addictive Body], I could watch her sinking deeper under its sway with every passing second.
I observed quietly for a moment, then checked the manual and added helpfully:
"Lick the balls too. Don't miss a single spot..."
Eve stopped mid-lick.
"Boss. I read the manual just now too, you know. There was no such instruction."
"Tch. You're not falling for it."
"Hmph."
And yet she laved my balls with her tongue all the same.
These wrinkles here... the way it feels to lick them... it's nice.
"Mmm. And after that..."
I rested my hand on Eve's head.
"Eve. From this moment on, you are my meat slave. ...When I say that, you answer, 'Yes, Master.' That's all there is to it."
"That's the whole ritual?"
she asked, flicking her tongue just beneath my glans.
"Yep. That's the entire thing."
Master... How utterly humiliating.
She kept teasing the head of my cock with her tongue. For a long while I simply stood there, watching her work. Eventually she paused and was the one to break the silence.
"Boss, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Hm? Me? I said it already. I was just wondering why you'd gone quiet and were content to keep licking my cock. Like, wow, is it really that good?"
This lunatic. Has he completely lost his mind?
Eve nearly scowled, then caught herself and scrambled to manage her expression.
"Ahaha. What a funny moment that was. Haha."
This pervert of a boss. He did that on purpose. He absolutely did it on purpose.
"Right, then. Let's try this again."
I placed my hand back on her head.
"Eve. From this moment on, you are my meat slave."
Her face flushed crimson as she answered.
"...Yes, Master."
She darted her eyes away, too embarrassed to hold my gaze.
I turned back to the manual.
"And then... the woman continues sucking the man's cock without stopping until the magic circle activates and the ritual is complete."
Eve shot me a look thick with suspicion.
"Here. Look. This part right here."
I hurriedly held out the manual for her to see. Satisfied, she took my cock in hand and began to suck. She remembered the praise I'd given her yesterday, apparently, because she sucked with a deliberate wet, smacking rhythm.
Who would've thought I'd live to see the wicked woman Evangeline dutifully slurping on my magnificent cock. Honestly, she was never a bad person—just a woman blinded by revenge and jealousy.
If I got her addicted to my cock instead of black magic, she'd never go down that dark path at all.
Weeeeeng—
The circular magic circle on the floor flickered to life. One segment of the ring began to shine, turning a luminous phosphorescent green. The glow crept around the ring like a filling progress bar.
I read from the manual.
"Looks like it finishes when the whole ring is glowing. And the important part is that you absolutely cannot stop sucking until then."
"Mm. Mm-hm."
Eve bobbed her head with such earnest dedication that the slurping sounds echoed shamelessly through the shop.
"Oh. Eve."
"Mm?"
Ah, exquisite. The imperial princess, my cock stuffed in her mouth, gazing up at me.
"The way you stiffen your nipples like that and suck my cock like it's the tastiest thing you've ever had—it's incredibly lewd."
"Uum?"
This bastard. He's deliberately—because he knows I can't stop—
"Keep sucking."
Slurp. Slurp.
Aroused nectar had been streaming down Eve's inner thighs without pause, stretching in long glistening threads all the way to the magic circle. I set the manual down on the desk beside us and rolled both her nipples between my fingers.
"Eve, I completely understand that you're leaking like this because you love sucking my cock. But if you drip too much, the magic circle might malfunction, so—"
"Uuu-m."
Eve's hands, braced against my thighs, dug in hard.
"Okay, okay. I'm kidding. Haha."
Saliva welling up through the seam of her lips trailed down my shaft, pooled at my balls, and dripped in slow, glistening beads.
The phosphorescent glow of the circle blinked once, twice, and went dark.
"There we go. Eve—look at the mirror over there."
I pointed at the full-length fitting mirror we kept for customers.
"Puheh—!"
Spitting my cock from her mouth, Eve turned her head and beheld her own reflection. There, inscribed across her lower abdomen, was a jet-black womb tattoo. She ran her fingers gently over it.
Heeing... What is this. Me—the imperial princess Evangeline, called the Blue Jewel of the Empire—reduced to getting a tattoo of all things.
It was the kind of ink that could easily read as cheap and vulgar, yet Eve's elegant, patrician face seemed to carry it off with effortless poise.
"Hmm."
She twisted this way and that, studying the mark in the mirror from every angle.
Still... at this level, I think I wear it rather well, don't I?
I brushed her bangs aside with a gentle touch.
"It's pretty, honestly? And it's not like it lasts—gone in two weeks anyway."
"...Yes. There's nothing to be done about it."
Eve nodded.
At least I won't get pregnant, so for now I can breathe easy. Now I just have to be careful around the boss's cock. It was the same yesterday when his seed splashed all over me. And honestly... even just now, while I was sucking him, things got a little dangerous.
I took my cock in hand and gave it a few easy strokes.
"Eve. Now let's get to the dildo reviews. How about the five current best sellers? Eve, be a dear and fetch us fresh stock?"
"Yes."
While I tidied away the magic circle, Eve went to prepare the merchandise.
"Hmm-hm♪"
She hummed a little tune, eyes sparkling, as she browsed the selection. Her reaction to the onahole yesterday had been the same—she genuinely, unmistakably enjoyed reviewing products.
If I'm reviewing dildos, that means I have no more business with the boss's cock today, right? All those perverted things I'm forced to say before I'm allowed to take his creampie. God, I really don't want to...
Eve returned carrying five dildos.
"These are the ones that have been selling best lately."
She lined them up in a row across the desk.
"Eve. Hold onto the desk and bend over for me."
"Like... this?"
"Spread your legs a little wider. There you go."
I pulled up a chair beside her, sat down, and pressed the tip of the first dildo against her soaked entrance.
"Boss."
"Yeah?"
"May I use the pen and paper here? I thought it would be good to write up a review for each one as we go."
"Sure. Whatever works."
While Eve bent forward and scribbled something on the paper, I gripped one cheek of her ass and eased the dildo into her wet hole.
"Hngh."
"About two minutes each. Eve, hold it yourself and move it."
"...Yes."
She slipped a hand between her thighs, took hold of the toy, and began working it in and out of herself.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Mmm."
After about a minute, I asked for her impressions.
"So? How is it?"
"It's better than I expected, actually? No wonder this one sells so well. It's not absurdly oversized, it fills you just right, and it stimulates exactly the spots that matter."
See that? It's not all about being stupidly long and thick like yours.
Eve pulled out dildo number one and bent over the desk to write up her notes.
"Oh, is that so?"
I rose from the chair and slowly pushed my fully erect cock into her pussy.
"Eh? Wait, hold on? Boss. This is a dildo review, you don't actually have to—"
The thick shaft dragged along her inner walls, sliding deep in one smooth, piston-like stroke. Eve squeezed her eyes shut.
Nngh. Fine, go ahead and put it in. As if anyone could actually like your cock.
Slick. Slick. Slick. Slick.
Unlike a moment ago, her nectar was now dripping from our joined bodies in fat, unbroken drops.
Damn it. But this is just too broken. Hngh. It doesn't make sense. No—no, I can't. I can't hold it back.
"Ahaang♥"
Eve finally broke, moaning out loud. I reached around and seized her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
"Aang. Boss~"
"Eve. Did you really work in this business for two years?"
"What?"
"Because apparently I didn't need to do anything. When you review a dildo, comparing it against the real thing is basic common sense."
"...I suppose."
"Eve. A dildo can never beat a real cock. That's just a fact. A dildo is nothing more than an imitation of a cock—so naturally, when you review one, you compare how faithfully it imitates the original. You claim two years of experience, and yet how do you not know something this elementary?"
Slap slap slap slap.
I began pounding into her in earnest. My balls smacked wetly against her mound, and the sharp report of flesh on flesh rang through the shop.
"Boss~ Aaang♥"
"Answer me honestly, Eve. Your experience is a lie, isn't it? You'd never done this before you came here, had you?"
"Hngh... mmph."
No. If he finds out—
"Yesterday was your first time. You bled, Eve."
"That's..."
What do I do?
"Come on. Say it. You lied, didn't you?"
"Hnn... I'm sorry, Boss. Aang."
Slick. Slick. Slick.
I deliberately slowed the pace of my thrusting.
"Why did you lie, Eve? With a body this obscenely lewd and a face this beautiful, I would've hired you even without a day of experience. Wouldn't I?"
"I'm sorry. Hnngh. I just... I really wanted to try this job..."
Just don't let him figure out who I am. Whatever happens, don't let him figure out who I am.
"So you wanted to try this work. No wonder you threw yourself into it so hard."
"I'm sorry for lying to you."
"It's fine. You just wanted to do your best and do a good job, right?"
"I let my enthusiasm run ahead of me."
"No, no. Eve, I was moved by your passion. Truly. So here's what we'll do—I'm going to train you into the very best in this entire field."
"...What?"
"First, lesson one."
Anxiety bloomed in Eve's eyes.
"After the contraception ritual earlier, you got my cock nice and hard—and then you didn't give it a single thought, did you?"
"I'm... not sure what you mean—Haaang!"
Slap slap slap slap.
I hammered into her at a punishing pace, like a tutor administering a well-deserved scolding. Her plush ass absorbed each impact beautifully, and our bodies locked together in perfect fit.
"Listen carefully, Eve. This is the most basic of the basics in this industry. If you get your partner's cock hard, it's your duty to finish him off properly, no matter what it takes. It's fundamental etiquette."
Total bullshit. I'd invented it on the spot.
"Oh... was that how it worked. ...I didn't know."
How was I supposed to know that's basic etiquette? So that's why he was suspicious of me.
"Now, repeat after me. Got it up—finish him off."
"Hnn..."
Eve hesitated, unable to bring herself to say it.
"Eve. Your boss is conducting employee training right now. Repeat it. Now. Got it up—finish him off."
"Got it up... finish him off."
To think I failed to observe basic etiquette. How mortifying.
For the imperial princess of a royal house that prized etiquette above all else, this was evidently an exquisitely shameful exercise.
"Got it up. Then what do you do?"
"Finish him off."
"The most basic of basics. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Now, repetition drill. Got it up—"
"Finish him off."
I gripped Eve's slender waist and trained her, driving into her with every verse.
Slap slap slap slap.
Her breasts and ass swayed and jolted without rest. The imperial princess, womb tattoo inked into her belly, taking my magnificent cock again and again—what a magnificently lewd body she had.
"Louder. Got it up—"
"Finish him off!"
"That's the spirit. Got it up?"
"Finish him off."
"Got it up?"
"Finish him off!"
And the training carried on for a long, long while.