Episode 96 – The Ultimate Pussy Appraisal

Seeing my husband wearing a chastity belt sends a chilling thrill through my entire body.

I smile with joy as I look down at him, then climb on top of him and cling tightly.

I feel my husband’s warmth all over my body, inhaling his scent that fills me to the depths of my heart, and whisper in his ear.

“Ufufufu♥ You seem to like it?”

“………”

Ian doesn’t say anything, but his face is flushed as he breathes heavily and hugs my waist.

“It’s your fault for being so bad…. Really making me anxious… *Chu*♥ I’ll release you sometimes when I’m in a good mood♥ Ah♥ Of course, you allowed me to, so I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest♥ Okay?”

“…… Okay”

My husband nods, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

His appearance is so cute that I kiss him on the cheek with a suggestive smile.

I jump up and offer my hand to my husband, saying.

“Come on, let’s get up. Aren’t you hungry?”

My husband takes my hand and gets up. After hesitating for a moment, Ian says.

“……… Grace”

“Huh?”

“…………….. Thank you”

“…….. Hehe♥ I’m more thankful♥”

I watch my husband, who is tidying up his clothes with a warm smile, and then go out of the room with him.

After putting the chastity belt on my husband, Gaspal, under the guise of an upgrade, puts me back in the sarcophagus and soaks me in the slime’s aphrodisiac. When my hole is fully aroused and I seduce Gaspal, he doesn’t hesitate to stick his dick in.

When he gets tired of tasting my body, he says he’s going to test the performance and leads us to the place where we had the orgy as usual.

Surprisingly, over the course of a month, Ian couldn’t tell the difference at all, even after switching with the sexroid several times.

On top of that, Ian hadn’t masturbated for over a month because of the sexroid’s masturbation control and the chastity belt.

‘I honestly have to admit that much… but still, this is too much….’

I was slightly touched that my husband never asked me or the sexroid to allow him to masturbate even once, but I was more disappointed that he couldn’t tell me and the sexroid apart.

Sometimes I got jealous of my husband being with the sexroid and grumbled…..

Anyway, as those days passed, the festival was just around the corner.

Marino, the city of gray stone, shed its drab color and was covered with brightly colored cloths.

As I moved to the venue, I glared at the lively city and walked expressionlessly, imitating the sexroid as usual.

Ian looked at the naked sexroids walking around the streets, his face flushed as he rubbed his thighs, but the chastity belt steadfastly carried out its mission.

And our steps reached the plaza.

A huge arena-like amphitheater with a large number of people entering and exiting, and naked sexroids entering in order at the reception desk…

Gaspal immediately headed towards the line of sexroids waiting in line.

“Welcome, welcome!! Gaspal-nim! I heard you got an excellent subject, hahaha!”

At that moment, a man with a handsome appearance and his hair completely slicked back approached us with open arms.

“Lovan…..”

The man called Lovan smiled slyly at Gaspal’s displeased gaze.

“Anyway, it’s a relief. Gaspal-nim, as far as I know, you were in a slump and couldn’t get out of it….. Hmm, did you get some nourishment thanks to the sexroid behind you?”

“Hmph…. It’s none of your business.”

“You’re not being very welcoming~! I’m really worried, you know! Well, maybe just a little bit? Hmm hmm, oh, excuse me, I, a man, have been rude in front of such a beautiful lady and a handsome gentleman.”

Lovan, who was mocking Gaspal, soon saw me, the sexroid, and Ian standing behind him, stepped forward, and grabbed my hand.

Startled, I glanced at Ian with trembling eyes, and Ian blinked with wide eyes.

Lovan kissed the back of my hand and said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, madam. My name is Lovan. I never thought such a beautiful person would visit our city….. I should have looked for subjects more carefully. What is your name, madam….”

“Uh, well, Grace is over here.”

Could my husband recognize me?

My heart, filled with anticipation and anxiety about whether my husband would get angry if he recognized me, completely sank with the one word that came out of Ian’s mouth.

‘…………… Is this real life…… No, usually, if you say something like that……… Ha….’

I glanced at my husband with a slightly dumbfounded look, closed my eyes, and barely held back a sigh that rose from the truly devastating lack of awareness of my husband.

Lovan, who was looking back and forth between me and Ian with bewildered eyes at my husband’s words, nodded as if he had realized something, then offered his hand to Ian with a apologetic smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re Gaspal-nim after all. To think you could make such a realistic sexroid, nice to meet you. My name is Lovan, but….. what’s your name?”

“Ah, I’m Ian.”

“Hmm hmm, you really have a good wife.”

“Yes, she’s too good for me.”

My husband hugs the sexroid’s waist even tighter as he speaks, and I pout without him noticing, feeling better at his boastful tone.

“Well, this is going to be a good match. Then, I’ll see you on stage next time. Gaspal-nim, Ian-ssi, and….. Grace-ssi.”

Lovan bowed politely, looked at Gaspal, Ian, and finally the sexroid, then sent me a crescent-shaped smile before disappearing busily into the crowd.

“He’s still a nasty guy….”

“Huh? Why? He seemed polite?”

“Hmph”

Gaspal snorted and moved his feet roughly as if he was sulking.

“Gaspal-nim’s sexroid registration is complete. Sexroids this way.”

“Okay”

After finishing the registration at the reception desk, I glanced at Ian and the sexroid, who were being all lovey-dovey.

“Hehehe, there’s so much to see here, isn’t there? Honey~♥ I want to look around♥”

“Oh, oh, hehehe, should we?”

‘Ugh!! He can’t even recognize his own wife and he’s just grinning!! Tch!! Tsk! Tsk!!!’

At the sight of my husband smiling without even properly recognizing his wife, jealousy and disappointment, black and thick, began to bubble up from the depths of my heart.

Pouting and frowning, I moved my sulky feet.

Ian tilted his head at the sight of his wife’s back, moving with full of emotion, and then moved his feet at the urging of the sexroid.

The interior, which looked like a gladiator waiting room in ancient Rome, was unique, but I was saddened by the fact that my husband didn’t recognize me until the end.

The jealousy and disappointment that had been boiling up subsided and turned into a black, thick lake.

The sense of loss that I had been robbed of my husband by an onahole rose above it like a pillar.

As the pillar of loss, stained thickly with jealousy and disappointment, was embedded in my heart, I felt an unbearable sense of betrayal.

Without realizing it, I bit my lower lip, pouted, and sat down on a chair in the player waiting room, focusing on Gaspal’s words.

“The competition will proceed in a way that shows off your abilities. There’s nothing to memorize, just get called to the center of the arena and appeal your sexual abilities there.”

“Sexual abilities?”

What the hell?

When I asked with a sullen face, Gaspal continued.

“I told you at the beginning that this competition has been held since ancient times by dwarves to create wives or seed bearers.”

And what he said next was this.

The first dwarf was made by God from clay. As the god of craftsmen, he was so focused on creating a race that could handle his skills that he forgot to create the most important woman.

After thinking for a while, there was someone who stepped forward to advise such a god, Grom, the king of the first dwarves and the one who created life with his own hands.

He created the first sexroid using clay with his own hands in response to the god’s concern about a suitable partner for the dwarves.

And he went to the god and offered his sexroid, saying, ‘You don’t have to worry. We all have different tastes, so we will use the power you gave us to create our own partners.’ he said.

The god looked at the beautiful sexroid offered in front of him and was very pleased and said.

‘If you want, do so’ and immediately pounced on the sexroid and conceived a child, and Grom returned to the dwarves with the sexroid and declared the child born from his sexroid as the apostle and successor of God.

After that, every festival, they made the most beautiful sexroid they could think of and competed to see who could make the best pussy and who could make the most beautiful appearance, and then the finally selected sexroid was offered to the apostle to conceive a child.

The sexroid selected in this way is declared as the onahole chosen by God, and the conceived child is treated with utmost care in Marino as the child of God, and the craftsman spreads his fame.

After hearing all the stories, I said with a dumbfounded expression.

“Uh…… so if I win this competition, I have to get pregnant?”

“Okay”

Gaspal nods, and I look at him in disbelief and say.

“No……. you didn’t say anything about that.”

“Don’t worry, even if you get pregnant, you will receive God’s blessing and be able to give birth in an instant.”

“Th, that’s not what I mean! No! You’re telling me to get pregnant when I have a husband? Do you think that makes sense?!”

“It’s just a procedure that will be over in a day, and your husband thinks you’re a sexroid, doesn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll keep him busy, so enjoy yourself. Besides, if you conceive God’s child, God will give you a blessing, so it’s not a bad thing. No, it’s something to be blessed. Besides, there’s a high chance you won’t be chosen.”

I frowned, my pride hurt by Gaspal’s words, as if he didn’t expect much.

‘What is this shorty saying….’

I looked around and was soon filled with a sense of superiority.

‘Besides, there aren’t any hotter bitches than me, so of course I’ll win! Hmph!’

I nodded, looking over my voluptuous body, and soon thought of my husband.

Ian…… by now…..

A surge of negative emotions, I frowned, feeling my stomach twisting as I thought of my husband enjoying the festival with the sexroid.

‘Tch, it’s your fault…. You can’t even tell the difference and you’re so into some onahole! You can’t even stick your dick in!! Tch! Tsk!!’

I decided, lifting my head and speaking, as I cursed my husband with a face twisted with jealousy.

“Okay. But how do I do it?”

“Hmm, I’m glad you’re willing to do it. The prayer to God is divided into three stages.”

First stage: Beauty

“First, you have to express the beauty of your body to the judging craftsmen while holding a name tag. Well, you don’t have to worry about this, it’s a simple task.”

Second stage: Pleasure

“Next, it will be decided by how much pleasure you can give to a man. To put it simply, you have to squeeze the dildo installed in the area you are most confident in. You will get a high score if you induce ejaculation in the shortest amount of time, which means the pleasure is that high.”

The grand third stage: Love

“This stage will only be conducted with a very small number of sexroids. You won’t be eliminated in the second stage unless you’re really bad. The last one is…..”

I listened to his words and asked with a flustered expression.

“N, no, then I can’t win! And, and if that’s what it was, why did you make me that offer…!”

“Well, it’s okay, I didn’t really think about winning….. I didn’t expect much. So I told you not to worry, well, do your best, it doesn’t matter if you don’t pass all of them, I’ll make the Mugu you want, if….. you pass all of them….. hmm, well, you guys can figure it out.”

When my husband came to mind after hearing his words, I rubbed my thighs at the chilling thrill that surged up for a moment.

‘If…… I pass the third stage……’

I lowered my head and licked my lips seductively.