How to serve with a mouth?!
Urga was still reeling from the shock of being blown away not by a fist, but by a pair of massive breasts. Meanwhile, Violet was mesmerized by those same platinum-blonde milk-jugs, now glistening wet with Urga’s saliva from how thoroughly they had been licked.
As if by instinct, both sets of eyes turned toward the woman who dropped to her knees before the throbbing cock with the utmost reverence.
“Don’t just stand there playing around, you bitch. Serve the Master.”
“Huh? Suddenly? No, hey! You told me to watch and learn!”
Do this, do that, what the hell does she want?!
She’s just picking a fight because she wants to mock me again!
“Haaah… I suppose words are wasted on a bitch like you.”
“Why? You want to fight? You want to go a round right in front of my Honey? Fine! I’ll take this chance to knock you out and keep my Honey all to my—Gwaaaah?!”
However, the platinum-blonde woman suddenly raised her left and right index fingers and mercilessly stabbed them into the nipples of the shouting Urga. Poke!
“What are you doing—Kiii-nnnngh…!!”
“Just because you cannot service Master’s cock right this second, does that mean you stop being a female? Did a dick suddenly sprout from your crotch in that short time?
If you have decided to become Master’s female, shouldn’t you be looking for ways to satisfy Master’s pleasure on your own?!
Or perhaps you are a robot? Do I need to press a switch to command you to shove your tits into Master’s mouth for you to move?!”
Robot?
What is that? Violet thought she had more knowledge than Urga, but was that not the case?
While Violet tilted her head at the enigmatic word, the platinum-blonde woman continued her scathing verbal abuse, twisting her fingernails into Urga’s sensitive nipples as if digging them out.
“Wh-what’s a ro-robot—Hiii-eeeck! Okay! Okay! I’m going! I just have to go, right?!”
Unable to endure the stimulation any longer, Urga jumped up from her spot. She fled to the man, wrapping her arms around his head and whining like a child. The platinum-blonde woman snorted at the sight.
“This service is a ritual. It is practically a ceremony proving that I am Master’s female. If you are Master’s sow, these are basic manners you should have ingrained in your body. I will say it again: like it or not, you are Master’s breeding stock. If you want to be petted by Master in the future, watch carefully and copy me.”
“Whatever…”
That’s just something slutty bitches like you, who spread their legs anywhere, do!
Urga mentally cursed the woman as revenge, but her interest was piqued by the mention of being ‘petted’ by her male.
Gulp.
Like Violet, Urga swallowed dry saliva and, following the instructions, slyly pressed her breasts against his mouth.
Schlurp.
Of course, it went without saying that this was being broadcast live to Violet as well.
—To… to handle two women at once now… and one of them is the Princess of the Barbarians…!
And not just anyone—Eleonora, the living legend and the only one called a match for Urga, was mingling with these corrupted beings, performing such filthy acts, and offering her body!
Violet hadn't seen it clearly, but based on the glimpse of semen dripping down between that platinum-blonde woman’s thighs from her anus, it was assumed she had completely joined hands with them.
—Come to think of it, something is strange. Seeing Orcs over there means this is the Black Mountain foothills, but here…
Although not Master-class warriors like Urga, she remembered dispatching eight indomitable Paladins, each capable of facing a hundred foes. Why had there been no news from them?
It was Urga they were chasing.
With their speed, they should have already searched every corner of the Black Mountain foothills. Yet, not a single one of them had spotted Urga?
Unless, given the secrecy of this place, she had sneaked in stealthily without catching anyone's eye…
—The connection with them isn't in a good state either.
They were definitely connected, but how to describe it? It felt like barely holding on. Like someone had sloppily glued a piece of paper that was about to fall off.
—I hope nothing bad happened… Please, let it be nothing—Hic!?
Schluuuuuurrrp—
“Bleh… First, as I said before, you start by licking long from the bottom, filled with gratitude for Master’s cock that has thoroughly enjoyed my body.”
If it’s covered in semen, even better. As the platinum-blonde woman spoke, she pressed her face so close to the shaft that her nose almost touched it, her long tongue extending out.
“Can’t… you just clean off the sperm on it?”
“Slurp, do you… gluck… have no brain? Just as a knight does not neglect the maintenance of their weapon, is it not natural for a Sow Knight to keep Master’s cock pristine?!”
“…It’s annoying because it makes more sense than I thought.”
Even though she was a barbarian, she lived by the sword. Urga, who was meticulous about weapon maintenance if nothing else, found herself unwittingly agreeing.
“True, licking my Honey’s cock lets me check his health too…”
“Wait, wasn’t it just for her own pleasure? There was such deep meaning behind that act?”
Even Violet, peeping at them, marveled, thinking, ‘They say royal physicians in other continents even check the King’s stool… indeed…!’ Admiring their loyalty (?), regardless of being friend or foe, it was no exaggeration to say there was an unspoken understanding among women.
“I didn't know! Even though I said I’d be his wife!”
“That is why you are called a wild boar.”
“Urgh?!”
“Is that something to get so angry about?!”
Urga had hoped to at least win in the hierarchy on the bed, but this bitch had already reached a distant realm, far beyond her in both swordsmanship and two-legged walking skills!
Depressed but refusing to lose—and determined not to let that bitch get all the affection—Urga shoved her tits into the man’s mouth.
“Now, I shall continue. Originally, this service cleans Master’s cock while simultaneously covering the scent of other females with my own saliva. Until now, I served Master alone, but now… Tsk.”
“Wait, why are you clicking your tongue, you bitch?”
—Wh-what is this… over a penis… over a single cock, they are emitting such killing intent…?!
It was a battle of nerves over a cock that a pure maiden could never understand.
The platinum-blonde woman had monopolized this cock until Urga appeared. Now that she had to share it with a competitor, naturally, she was displeased.
—Competitor?
Huh? Hearing that word and looking at the platinum-blonde woman, something seemed to come to mind…?
Not just anyone, but a competitor to Urga?
—These two words… they seem deeply connected somehow…
Schluuuuuuurrrp!!
—Hiiiieee?!
But just as Violet was on the verge of reaching a conclusion, the platinum-blonde woman stuck her tongue out as far as the root, licking stickily from the base of the cock all the way to the glans, as if to finish the job. She licked her lips once and spoke again.
“I performed a simplified version just now, but once you have completely coated Master’s cock with your saliva like this, you ask Master how he wishes to be served.”
“Wa-wasn’t it oral sex?”
“Service is performed, but the method is decided by Master. Whether he wishes to enjoy my mouth like now, enjoy my asshole, or perhaps use my body as a urinal, and so on.”
“Mmm…”
Was being commanded in such a way too uncomfortable for the free-spirited Urga?
“Well… getting petted is nice, but is there nothing else?”
“…I know what you are thinking, but it will definitely be necessary later. I know what goes through that head of yours, but it wouldn't hurt to learn.”
“…Does it show?”
“It’s written all over your face, Sister.”
It was so obvious that even Violet, following their gaze to Urga’s face, saw the glint of a ferocious hunter in her eyes.
The platinum-blonde woman awkwardly stopped feeding her tits to the man’s mouth. She slid herself between his back and the throne, squeezing in by force.
Immediately, she wrapped her arms around the man’s body, burying his head into her chest as if offering herself as a cushion. Since Urga was taller than the man and given their seated positions, her chin resting on top of his head looked less like a lover’s embrace and more like a bear hug.
The platinum-blonde woman spoke to Urga, sounding surprised.
“Hmph… You aren't completely dull-witted, are you?”
“Kuhehe… I’ve wanted to try this for a long time.”
“Then, shall we continue, Master? May I proceed with what we were doing before?”
What they were doing before?
—Like before, with her breasts!
Violet’s prediction hit the mark perfectly. The platinum-blonde woman began to envelop the cock with her massive tits—an unreachable ideal for someone like Violet.
“Come to think of it, you bitch. Earlier, you were just ignorant and only knew how to squeeze Master’s cock tight, didn't you?”
“Heheh… I might not know other things, but I’m born with a talent for squeezing co—”
“Did I not tell you before? Applying brute force ignorantly is both your strength and your weakness.”
“Huh?”
At Urga’s confused response, implying she didn't understand, the platinum-blonde woman sighed softly. She moved her mouth.
“Bleeeh…”
Just like when she licked the cock, she stuck her tongue out long. The saliva pooling in her mouth began to flow down like a river, riding the rail of her tongue and spilling into the cleavage that wrapped around the cock.
—Wo-woaaah…
It was undoubtedly an obscene act.
But what was this feeling? Without realizing it, she was mesmerized, drawn in. Like a single lotus flower blooming in the mud, that captivating figure radiated a bright light from the squelching swamp of lust.
Urga, who had squealed earlier when seeing saliva drip into the cleavage for the first time, was now just like Violet. She gulped down saliva repeatedly, her eyes wide open to copy every detail of the woman.
Finally, the soft tongue that charmed everyone, regardless of gender, slipped back into the platinum-blonde woman’s mouth. She placed her hands on the massive breasts that enveloped the cock and said:
“I will show you that sometimes, you must know how to be soft to get what you want—whether it is with a sword or with sex.”
Gulp!
Violet swallowed hard along with Urga, unconsciously placing a hand on her own chest.
And at that moment,
“Nnngh…”
“Saintess?”