Ch.223Side Story: 5P – 3

I pushed the tip of the cock that was throbbing in Christine’s mouth deep into her throat. If one could see an X-ray of her neck right now, it would be quite a sight to behold.

Yet Christine herself, the one receiving it, wore an ecstatic expression with no trace of discomfort whatsoever.

She seemed aware that I was using her as I pleased, and that pleasure was overwhelming any pain she might have felt. This was what you’d call psychological pleasure.

I blocked her nose with my finger again and used telekinesis to move her head back and forth. As her head bobbed, it stimulated the shaft of my member. Saliva that she couldn’t swallow continued to flow out.

“Kuk… kuk… kehup…”

Though painful-sounding moans kept escaping from her mouth, her expression didn’t match them at all, creating a slight sense of dissonance. The moans were probably reflexive responses to her throat being penetrated.

Christine was fidgeting, unsure where to place her hands. She could have just grabbed my thighs like before, so I wondered why she wasn’t doing that.

As I considered using telekinesis to guide her hands to my thighs, a better idea occurred to me.

Instead of using telekinesis on her hands, I manipulated her legs. Christine rose up while maintaining her forward-leaning position as she sucked my cock. Her posture changed.

From kneeling while sucking my cock, she shifted to a squatting position with her knees spread wide apart. This position not only emphasized her breasts but also fully exposed the area between her legs.

The shorts she wore were already so soaked that they had long since lost their function as clothing. Between her widely spread legs wafted the warm humidity and distinctive smell of sticky fluids.

The trail of liquid that began between her folds flowed down her thighs, not only making a mess between her legs but also staining the bed sheets.

I used telekinesis to move Christine’s hand between her legs. Then, slightly pushing her shorts aside, her fingers naturally began to caress her tightly closed entrance.

I placed her other hand on her breast. Her thumb and index finger rested on her chest, which was nearly the size of a human head. Her fingers crawled toward the tip.

“Keep pleasuring yourself like that. Right now.”

There was absolutely no need to add the word “lewdly.” Christine’s appearance—sucking my cock while touching her entrance and nipples—was already sufficiently lewd.

Wearing clothes designed solely to arouse men, offering her throat to be used like a sex toy, wearing a happy expression while being used as requested, sitting in a prostitute-like posture with legs spread, caressing her breasts and masturbating—if this wasn’t lewd, what on earth would qualify as such?

Christine followed my instructions diligently. The middle finger of her right hand made contact with the soaking wet folds behind her slightly pushed-aside shorts. Her finger rubbed against the tightly closed crevice.

The only thing covering her lower body was a pair of short shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear on her lower half.

I had already suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra. Even when Christine wore a nun’s habit, she let her breasts bounce freely.

But I hadn’t expected her to not be wearing panties either.

‘Well, there’s no need to dwell on that right now.’

Since it wasn’t particularly important, I ignored it and focused again on moving Christine’s head back and forth. Her delicate fingers gently stroked her entrance. Each time she did, her throat convulsed.

To prevent her from fainting again, I briefly released my hand blocking her nose, then blocked it again after about three seconds. Christine diligently moved her fingers as if she didn’t mind her breathing being obstructed at all.

The middle finger that had been stroking her entrance finally pushed inside the folds. Immediately, her body trembled slightly, and her throat, which was holding my cock, tightened firmly. It meant she had climaxed just from that action alone.

“Did you come?”

Nod.

Christine nodded with my cock still in her mouth. I released her nose and deactivated the telekinesis. A good idea had occurred to me.

Looking at Christine, who was gazing up at me with slightly upturned eyes, I gave her an order.

“This is an order, Christine. Don’t stop moving your fingers until you’ve come ten times. Don’t stop using your tongue either.”

At my command, Christine began moving her head up and down, using her tongue to lick the shaft. Since my cock was filling her mouth completely, she could barely lick the lower part of the shaft, but that was all.

Given Christine’s nature—deriving immense pleasure and happiness from being used like a tool—reaching ten climaxes should be quite easy for her.

As proof, she was already rolling her eyes in pleasure and trembling, not long after I had spoken. It meant she had reached another climax.

With my freed right hand, I grabbed Charlotte’s breast again. Charlotte let out a soft moan and slightly widened the distance to make it easier for me to touch her.

Olivia was still behind me, rubbing her breasts against my back while licking my collarbone and shoulders. Leaving these two to continue, I turned my attention to Serena.

“Hnngh… ugh, aahn… ahh…”

Serena looked like she was about to collapse, her strength drained.

The white T-shirt in her mouth was soaked with saliva, and through it, lewd moans escaped from between her tightly closed lips and front teeth that firmly held the hem of the shirt.

Tears were streaming down her face—not from sadness, but as a reaction to having climaxed too many times. Her thighs trembled as if she might sink to the floor at any moment.

Her skin glistened with sweat. Her underwear had long since lost its function. The area between her legs looked like it had been flooded. Her thighs were also covered in fluids that had flowed from her entrance.

She looked almost as if she had wet herself from being unable to endure the pleasure.

Even in this state, she was still holding onto the T-shirt, trying to follow my order.

“Serena, you can let go of the T-shirt now.”

As soon as my order was given, Serena weakly released the T-shirt and sat down on the bed. She had been biting it so hard that teeth marks were clearly visible on the shirt.

“Did you come?”

I asked the same question I had asked Christine. Serena shyly nodded.

“…Yes, my lord.”

“How many times?”

This time she hesitated, fidgeting before finally opening her mouth and answering with an expression full of embarrassment.

“Seventeen times, my lord.”

“Seventeen times…”

Considering the short time I had spent caressing Serena’s private parts while attending to the other three, it was an absurdly high number. Perhaps Serena was as susceptible to pleasure as Christine.

“Well done coming so many times. Ah, should I praise this part too?”

I felt mischievous. I deliberately placed my hand on Serena’s lower abdomen, right where her womb would be, and patted it in a gesture of praise.

The moment my palm touched her lower abdomen, grazing her womb from above, Serena let out a sharp “Ah?!” and sprayed her love juices. Her back arched as her entire body trembled.

Transparent, sticky honey dripped onto my arm that had been stroking her lower abdomen, and even onto the bed sheets. Serena’s body, unable to withstand any more pleasure, collapsed completely onto the bed.

Heated breaths escaped from her mouth. I hadn’t expected her to come again just from that.

“Serena.”

“Y-yes… yesh, m’lord.”

“Did you come again?”

“Y-ye… yes, I d-did.”

With her trembling body, Serena managed to kneel on the bed and weakly nodded. I extended my left hand toward her.

It was my left hand that had become wet from touching Serena as she continuously reached climax, directly receiving the evidence of her orgasms, and finally being unexpectedly covered in her love juices.

Transparent, sticky fluid dripped from the fingertips. Her blue eyes, still not completely clear from the haze of pleasure, stared at it blankly.

“See this? It got dirty because of you, Serena. What should we do about it?”

“Ah…”

Without the slightest hesitation, Serena grabbed my wrist with both hands and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue extended between her lips, and the soft flesh repeatedly licked and sucked my fingers.

Although I had given the order, it was unexpected. Licking her own love juices. I don’t think I could do that. Or perhaps women think a bit differently.

“Ugup.”

Suddenly, a tingling sensation of ejaculation surged from my lower body. It was because Christine had been continuously tightening her throat, stimulating the cock in her mouth.

There wasn’t much technique to her movements, but I was already in such an aroused state that it was enough.

“Are you done?”

There was no need to ask if she was finished.

Christine nodded. Her lower body, like Serena’s, was drenched in fluids from her entrance. Not only had it soaked her private parts and shorts, but it had even formed a thread dripping onto the bed.

“I think I’m about to come too. Should I come in your mouth, or deep in your throat?”

Normally the choice would be inside or outside, but since Christine would never choose to have it outside, I changed the options slightly. Even this question was obvious what the answer would be. I was just asking as a formality.

As expected, she pressed her head even closer to my groin, indicating she wanted me to come deep in her throat. I knew it.

“Alright. I’ll come in your throat.”

I removed my right hand from Charlotte’s breast and placed it lightly on Christine’s head. I didn’t press down—she was already as close as she could possibly be.

Just as I was about to tremble and release my semen into her throat—

“…?!”

“Charlotte?!”

Charlotte suddenly intervened, grabbing Christine’s head and pulling it back, making her look up at the ceiling. As her mouth was pushed outward, my cock slipped out.

But it was too late to stop the ejaculation that had already begun. With a splurt, white semen covered Christine’s forehead and face.

Her face became completely covered in semen. By the time the ejaculation subsided, it would have been faster to find spots not covered in semen than those that were.

Charlotte released her grip on Christine’s head. Christine, unable to scold or question Charlotte, simply trembled slightly with her head tilted back.

I guessed she was probably coming again from smelling the semen sprayed on her face. Her constantly convulsing thighs were evidence of this.

“Charlotte. Why did you do that?”

For now, I left Christine alone since she looked happy, and questioned Charlotte.

I wasn’t angry. If it was simply out of jealousy, I could punish her rather than get angry, and if there was a mitigating reason, there was even less need for anger.

“I disliked that this wench was monopolizing your essence.”

“…Huh?”

“You might find it strange. But to me, it is a matter of great importance.”

I could understand Charlotte’s position to some extent, but from my perspective, I couldn’t help but think, “Just because of that?”

Having absorbed all the power from Serena, Charlotte, Christine, and Olivia, I could confidently assert that I wouldn’t run out of stamina during sex.

I had planned to keep thrusting into all four of them until they begged me to stop, so “monopolizing” seemed like a misunderstanding. Incorrect knowledge needed to be corrected.

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Serena, Olivia. You two come here too.”

Serena, who had been thoroughly licking my left hand, and Olivia, who had been rubbing her breasts against my back, came forward and made strange faces when they saw Christine covered in semen.

“All of you kneel there. You too, Charlotte.”

No one objected to my command. The three of them obediently knelt down. Christine was in the middle.

“Monopolizing… that’s not entirely wrong. This is effectively the first time I’m having this kind of relationship with you all. And since this is the first ejaculation of that first time, it might have special meaning. But I have no intention of leaving any of you out.”

A drop of remaining semen formed at the tip of my glans.

“Later, I’m going to keep thrusting into you all even if you beg me to stop. Until your wombs are completely filled. But if you still want to place significance on the first time…”

I approached Christine and wiped the remaining semen from my urethra onto her face, then stepped back.

“Lick her clean.”

My finger was pointing at Christine’s face.