episode_0290

A yellow stream shot out from my proud massive cock, pounding against the urinal. Having held it in for so long, the feeling of release was immense.

Just then. -A moan! A strange moan echoed in my ears, and my eyes shot open.

“What was that?” I looked around, but it was silent. This was a men’s restroom, so a woman’s moan shouldn’t have been heard in the first place. Could it be that a couple was engaging in some kind of play in the restroom? Unable to suppress my curiosity, I finished my business and moved to the stalls.

Creak! The first stall was empty. Continuing on to the second, third, and fourth, when I reached the fifth and final one, I was blocked by a lock.

Clank! Clank! Someone was inside. But there was no guarantee it was the woman who had moaned.

‘What should I do?’ I wanted to check, but if it wasn’t her, it could lead to trouble. No, even if it was real, what would I do? Rape her? She might be with a man. Even if she was alone, unless she was a filthy perverted slut who would secretly masturbate in a men’s restroom, I couldn’t even touch her.

Hesitating, I soon gave up and turned away. ‘It must have come from somewhere else.’ After rationalizing to myself, I left the restroom, walked a little further, then stopped.

‘Still, it feels like a waste, doesn’t it?’ It was highly improbable, but if by chance my hypothesis was correct, it might be an opportunity to shed this detestable virginity. I might even gain a sex slave to use over and over! Unable to shake off the lingering regret, I re-entered the restroom.

Then, I discreetly entered the adjacent stall, which I had left open when checking earlier, stepped onto the toilet, and climbed up. What I saw then was…

“You perverted bitch!” “Ah, a-!” It was a female student, her school uniform undone, engrossed in masturbation.

Without hesitation, I stepped down in front of her. “You slutty bitch. What were you doing here?” “Th-that…”

“No need to explain. You wanted to be fucked by a man, didn’t you? That’s why you were masturbating here. Right!” “N-no, I’m not. I, I…” “Shut up!”

I covered the female student’s mouth, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my proud cock. The female student’s eyes widened. She flinched, then relaxed her tensed thighs.

This depraved bitch! “You’re practically begging to be fucked! Alright. Here comes the cock!”

Thud! Without hesitation, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy, all the way to the root. For a girl insane with lust, she didn’t seem to have much experience, as her pussy’s tightness was excellent. Its color was a clean, light pink, providing great visual satisfaction as well.

“Kueeugh! You perverted bitch. From now on, you’re my sex slave. Got it?” “Haaah! N-nooo!” “You bitch! How dare you be so insolent!”

Smack! Smack! Smack! As if she were being insolent, I roughly slapped her buttocks while violating her pussy.

…More accurately, I was acting that way. ‘This damn bitch.’ She called me, saying she wanted to do it from morning, and now she’s making me do such pointless things?

I thought I just needed to play along with the words, but she’d come up with an entire scenario, adding all sorts of settings starting from the location. As you’ve seen, I was playing the role of someone who, upon coincidentally seeing a female student masturbating in the restroom, had his lust explode and committed rape. Thinking I’d have to go along with things like this in the future, I felt a moment of disillusionment.

Of course, regardless of that, I couldn’t help but admit Alisha’s pussy felt good. Squish! Squish! Squish! As I furiously thrust into her pussy, I bit into her bouncing breast, full of shock. I frantically sucked her tender breast flesh into my mouth, licked her areola, and bit her nipple.

“Haaah—aah!!” Alisha reached a small climax, letting out a cry and gushing out her vaginal fluid. When I pulled my hips back, a handful of vaginal fluid scraped from the glans fell into the toilet. The surroundings were already covered in her scent. It was nice not to have to smell the unpleasant odor typical of restrooms.

The urge to cum quickly reached its limit. “Kueeuh… I’m cumming. I’m cumming inside this sex slave bitch’s pussy!” “Ang! Ahang! Haaang! N-nooo!” “Get pregnant—aaah!!”

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! I said things I didn’t mean, thrusting my cock all the way in and cumming. Her uterus was instantly filled with cloudy fluid, swelling up full. “Kyaaaaah!!”

Whoosh! Alisha reached a grand climax, her body spasming as she erupted in a fountain. After my cumming subsided, I withdrew and leaned against the stall door.

“Hoo… It’s over now, right?” “Haa, heuu… Yes. You can go now.” “Next time, tell me in advance. Don’t just suddenly order me.”

Leaving a warning, I adjusted my clothes and exited the restroom. There was no special emotional exchange between her and me. It was merely a relationship established by a transaction. Therefore, there was no need for consideration or care whatsoever.

*

A week passed since that day. During that time, I was called by Alisha almost every day to act. For example, like this:

“Teacher-nim, it’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” “Haaang! Ruan. Calm yourself! We are teacher and student! This can’t be happening!” “I don’t care about that! I’m going to impregnate Teacher-nim!”

This was what happened on the third day, with a scenario of a disciple secretly admiring his Teacher-nim, unable to bear the news of her marriage, and raping her. Her brain must truly be messed up. I heard she had been looking for someone to rape her for 10 years, which meant it was as if she had encountered rape since she was 11.

She grew up only seeing things like that, so of course she ended up like this. Of course, this was just the beginning.

“Haaang! Brother-in-law! No! We shouldn’t be doing this!” “Stay still! Before I tell about you cheating with another guy!” “Aaaang! Brother-in-law’s cock is too big—ooh!”

Once, I even took on the role of a brother-in-law raping his cheating sister-in-law.

“Ru, Ruan! Stop! This can’t be happening!” “You’re so alluring, Mom, I can’t help myself!” “Haaahng! When did your cock get so big! N-nooo!”

I even played the role of a son raping his foster mother who raised him. That was the hardest one. She looked my age to anyone, so “Mom,” my ass. I couldn’t immerse myself at all and almost lost my erection.

At least I could accept it and continue acting, knowing that elves are originally a long-lived race and thus look younger. Anyway, besides this, there were countless other things that are hard to explain in words. Now, I’m sick and tired of rape.

Today, too, I would have to move to rape Alisha in an hour. “Ruan! Are you listening?” “Huh? Ah! Sorry. What did you say?”

“I recently made a new friend, Aris. I’ll introduce you to her next time.” “Oh, really? I’m curious what she’s like.” Finally, Abel and Aris met.

In Aris’s case, Alisha’s twin sister, she receives the love of Ifrit, the Spirit King of Fire. A very passionate love, at that. It’s so powerful that anyone who touches Aris’s body, male or female, is equally burned to ashes. Only Alisha, also a High Elf, can touch Aris’s body and remain unharmed.

‘Perhaps I could too.’ No matter how powerful Ifrit’s flames are, the Phoenix is not outmatched by it. If I prepared and made contact, I would likely be able to withstand it. I don’t particularly intend to, though.

After that, I finished my conversation with Abel, rested a bit, and headed to the appointed place. Today, I’m playing the role of the golden sun.

The scenario was that a virtuous wife in a peaceful elf village, who was actually a famous AV actress 10 years ago, having stirred up the entire country, learns of this information and uses it to awaken the vulgarity of her past! That was the setup.

Although I still couldn’t adapt to the setting of her being a married woman with that face, there was nothing I could do. Elves are all like that, they say. One might say that the curiosity about married elf women that arose from this work was a slight side effect.

Knock knock. -Just a moment! When I knocked, the door opened with a captivating voice, and Alisha appeared wearing an apron.

She seemed to have accepted my opinion and disguised herself in her own way, her mature makeup making her look a little older than usual. Her eyes widened as she asked, “Who are you? Do you have some business here?”

“Business? Yes. First, take a look at this.” I held out a few photos. They were full of lewd scenes, supposedly from her time as an AV actress, but actually taken just a few hours ago.

Alisha’s face filled with horror. “Th-this is…!” “It’s all you, isn’t it? I know everything. Let’s go inside and talk.”

“W-what’s your purpose? I’ve already quit that work. Why are you showing me this now?” “Hehehe! Does your husband know? That you’re such a slut. If you don’t want him to find out, you’d better comply quietly, won’t you?”

“Ugh, ugh…!” Alisha clenched her fists as if in frustration, then, pretending to be unable to resist, stepped aside. I boldly entered the house.

A moment later, we sat facing each other on the sofa. “So, what’s your purpose? Is it money?” “Money? Pfft, hahaha! Of course not! My purpose is you.”

“Me?” “Yes. Let’s have a taste of the pussy that caused an uproar across the entire country 10 years ago. See how amazing it is.” “…I’m a married woman.”

“So? Is there a natural chastity belt on a married woman’s pussy? Shut up and open your pussy. Before I spill everything to your husband.” “Ugh…!”

Alisha trembled at the explicit demand, then, as if she couldn’t help it, took off her skirt and panties. Her dazzling lower body was revealed.

“Oh! Amazing. You don’t look like a middle-aged woman at all. And your pussy is pink, isn’t it? It’s amazing that so many cocks have been in and out, yet it’s like this?” I grinned smoothly as I approached Alisha’s pussy and plunged my middle finger in!

Squish! Squish! Her moist vaginal walls squeezed my finger, spreading a squelching sound. “Already wet? You depraved bitch. You say you don’t want it with your mouth, but you’re in heat, aren’t you?”

“I-it’s not because of you. I just got wet thinking about my husband.” “Khahaha! Does that mean you’ll serve me as your husband from today? Good. Come here!” “Kyaaah!”

I grabbed Alisha and laid her on the table. Then I pulled out my cock and rubbed it up and down against her soaked labia. “Alright, here comes the extremely thick cock. Your ex-husband won’t even compare, will he?”

“Haaht… H-how can it be that size…” “Khahahaha! Is this your first time seeing one? It’s understandable. There are only a few like this in the world!” Thud!

I emphasized my words, thrusting my hips and piercing her pussy. “Haaaah!” Alisha’s head snapped back as she let out a cry.

Her unique vaginal walls coiled around my entire shaft like sturdy tree roots, squeezing it. I shoved my hand under her apron and grabbed and squeezed her full breasts. “Kueeuh! Truly the pussy of a top actress. It’s amazing. How’s my cock?”

“Ugh, heuh! N-nothing special…” “Don’t lie!” Smack!

I thrust my hips again, violating her pussy. Alisha, who had been trying to speak, gushed out her vaginal fluid from her pussy and let out a cry. “Euhooooh!?”

What a vulgar sight. As I chuckled, an unexpected voice came from behind me. “Is it good?” “Huh?”

Startled, I turned my head and saw them. Isis, smiling coldly, and numerous other lovers. ‘I’m fucked.’ It seemed I’d been caught.