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Slurp, slurp.
A blonde woman knelt at the foot of the bed, her breasts enveloping my dick as she rubbed it, diligently sucking with her tongue and lips.
“How is it, Master? Is this cum dumpster satisfying you enough?”
Ellie diligently held and shook her breasts, looking up at me. Her eyes were cold and dark, like a doll without a soul, yet brimming with love. It was as if she were a machine programmed to feel affection only for me.
It probably wasn't much different. Now, this blonde doctor's brain was programmed to think only according to the input algorithms. She had no interest beyond blindly revering, obeying, and serving me. And one more thing: performing lewd acts.
“Oh. Not bad.”
When I praised her and stroked her head, a human smile quickly spread across her face, which had been like that of a cold-eyed blonde love doll.
“Ehehe. Is that so? Honestly, I used to think these uselessly large and heavy tits were a nuisance. But thanks to Master, I’m happy to know their purpose. So I’ve been living with these giant tits, specifically for tit-fucking, all for this day.”
“Your expressions are refined; you’ve learned well.”
I said, kneading Ellie’s cheek. It was soft and plump, like a glutinous rice cake.
“Yes, thanks to Master, I was able to thoroughly learn thousands of expressions necessary for a service hole dedicated to sexual release.”
I re-brainwashed these onaholes. Both of them had lived lives completely detached from sexual activity, their minds as pure as the Cheonggyecheon stream, so they weren’t very exciting to deal with. Some say that the cleaner a woman is, the more satisfying it is to defile her, but that’s only true during the training phase.
So, through the brainwashing device, I defiled their linguistic perception, making it like a gutter near a motel where used condoms roll around. In other words, they would naturally use lewd language instead of normal terms.
“That’s enough for now, so go down.”
When I commanded, Ellie nodded and rose.
“Understood, Master. I will serve you with this dripping cum-squeezing hole.”
Ellie literally pushed her soaking wet pussy, overflowing and dripping with vaginal fluid, over my dick. But instead of immediately inserting it, she teasingly rested her pussy opening slightly on the glans, then thrust her hips, jiggling her large tits, and asked.
“Master, please, will you permit this cum-receiving hole, exclusively for you, to receive your magnificent dick and serve you with gentle caresses from its womb-kissing vaginal walls? Master.”
“Insert it.”
As I was starting to get aroused again, I commanded briefly.
“Yes, Master♥”
Ellie lowered her hips and inserted it all the way to the base in one go.
“Ungh♥ Haaah♥”
Her body, trembling and drooling from foreplay, was only momentarily still. Ellie quickly composed herself and began thrusting her hips up and down.
“Haaah...♥ Hwaaah...♥”
Vaginal fluid splattered wetly between her legs. She didn’t take her time or dawdle. She didn’t stop thrusting her hips, even straining her body slightly. It was proof that she clearly understood her role as a service hole.
The mindset implanted in her never let her go. Even if she didn’t wish it, the behavioral patterns of a sexual pet, instilled in her, wildly controlled her.
“Ungh...♥ I-It’s deep...♥ J-Just a little slower... Haaah♥”
She swayed her hips above me, pleading on her own. Her desires, so to speak, were buried at the very bottom of her priorities. Her body, her eyes trembling unstably with lust, meticulously observed my reactions even amidst it all. All to provide a perfect experience befitting the meaning of "service."
“I... I think I’m going to cum, Master. This worthless fleshlight onahole, who only knows how to offer her trashy pussy, is about to cum on her own. I’m so sorryyyy...♥”
Ellie twisted her head and moaned. The loose grip of her pussy suddenly tightened. I also ejaculated inside her.
“Thank you for filling this... sperm collection trash bag... so generously, Master...♥”
Ellie said, panting. Her head, hanging low, trembled faintly. She seemed to be immersed in the afterglow of climax.
This one is definitely a top-grade product too. She seems comparable to Yustia. Though still slightly below her for now.
Thinking that, I looked at the pink fleshlight sprawled to one side. Her body was drenched in sweat, and semen was dripping between her legs. She was in that state after being the first to receive my cum. She wasn’t unconscious; seeing her giggling with half-closed eyes, she seemed to just be enjoying the afterglow.
Ellie, who had my values imprinted on her, was so diligent, but that one showed no such inclination. Is she slacking off just because she’s been around a bit, like a veteran soldier nearing discharge?
“Is the golden onahole over there serving diligently?”
A voice came from the kitchen. There, a silver-haired woman, wearing only an apron over her naked body, was diligently cooking. Cecil seemed surprisingly domestic. She herself had said that her childhood dream was to become a good wife and wise mother, building a happy family.
So I decided to make that dream come true for her. Of course, since I had no intention of becoming her husband, she was merely a female slave with the aura of a good wife and wise mother.
“Meal preparations are almost complete, Master. And my pussy is ready too...♥ Once everything is done, this onahole will also diligently serve you.”
Saying that, Cecil lifted the bottom of her apron, proudly displaying her pussy, which was dripping with juice.
“You’re late, silver onahole. To make Master wait this long and still expect to serve him is arrogant. I’ve already satisfied Master enough, so when you’re done cooking, go satisfy yourself by poking that loose pussy hole with a ladle handle.”
“Oh my. I think you’re the arrogant one, you blonde onahole bitch. It’s common knowledge that a woman who exercises has the best fuck-feel. How could a bookworm pussy that just stays indoors reading books ever beat my pussy with its practical, compressed vaginal muscles, trained for 30 years? My grip can even crush a tin can, you know?”
“Oh, I see. I heard clearly that you have a loose, trashy pussy that a tin can can fit into.”
At that, Cecil quickly wiped the gentle expression from her face, and shouted fiercely.
“You have no filter! Get away from Master, you bitch! I’ll kick your face right now! I’ll kill you, you rag-pussy whore!”
“Oh my, to say you’ll break me, Master’s onahole, clearly shows your lack of a slave’s mindset. Reflect on yourself, you disqualified cum dumpster and cook.”
“Ugh... Ughhh...”
“Well, even that cooking can just be ordered out, anyway.”
“Uwaaah!”
Cecil burst into tears and slumped to the floor. As expected, Cecil’s limited brain couldn’t win against the brilliant Ellie.
“Hey, why are you acting on your own? You broke the cook.”
I smacked Ellie’s butt and scolded her.
“Angh♥ I’m sorry, Master♥ Please discipline me with your dick and punish me thoroughly...♥”
“Uwaaah!”
The crying grew louder.
“Hey, stop crying, it’s noisy, and come suck my dick.”
At that, as if she hadn’t been crying at all, Cecil immediately lifted her head and said.
“Really? I’ll do as you command right away!”
Cecil triumphantly came near me, knelt down, and smacked Ellie’s back, saying.
“Get out of the way, you blonde whore.”
“...I’ll yield this time. Ms. Silver Semen Tissue.”
Ellie stood up with a resigned expression and moved away from me. Cecil quickly approached, untied her apron strings, and sandwiched my dick between her ample breasts.
“Ehehe♥ I will serve you with all my heart, Master♥”
Cecil squatted in a crab-like stance, holding her breasts with her hands and rubbing them. Her breasts, slightly fleshier than Ellie’s, certainly offered much more pressure. However, perhaps because they were too large, they felt a bit constricting, so in terms of comfort, Ellie felt slightly superior. Both had their pros and cons.
“Master’s dick is sticky with cum and pre-cum♥ I want to taste it quickly♥ Master, please grant this onahole permission to use her mouth-pussy...!”
Cecil, with an impatient expression, panted and pleaded.
“Go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master♥”
As soon as permission was granted, Cecil eagerly bit the glans that had slipped between her cleavage, and began to suck greedily. Literally juicing it. But even while doing so, she didn’t forget to rub and caress with her breasts.
“Truly... vulgar...”
Nearby, Ellie watched the scene and muttered. Even as she said that, she seemed to be getting aroused from watching, diligently poking her pussy with her fingers, splattering drops of cum and vaginal fluid.
“The body of our female slave, this living fleshlight onahole, exists solely for the purpose of serving Master. Yet she keeps begging... She’s truly insolent. I hope Master quickly loses interest in her and sells her off to a brothel.”
She bit her nails, as if jealous. Their brains were wired to unconditionally obey me, fawn over me, and pledge loyalty. And to encourage them to embrace such psychology more actively, a form of reward was allowed. That is, when they received praise from me or elicited a corresponding reaction, pleasure-related secretions would be released in their brains, leading to feelings of happiness. That sensation was similar to a severe drug addict receiving a heavy dose of heroin.
For that reason, these two women were desperate to satisfy me. Friendship or affection for friends was no longer of interest to them. There was also no sense of justice about protecting the city from dark conspiracies. Such things didn’t even provide a small reward.
Friends were merely rivals who stole opportunities for rewards. Therefore, the two who had once been close were no longer as they used to be.
“M-Master♥ Is Cecil’s mouth-pussy... feeling good for youuu...?”
With her mouth covered in saliva and pubic hair, Cecil looked up at me, as if demanding praise, and asked.
Instead of speaking, I reached out my hand and stroked her head.
“H-Hick♥ A stroke...♥ Thank you! Thank you, Master! Thank you...♥ Thank you...♥ Thank...♥”
Cecil rolled her eyes back and trembled as if having a seizure. From her pussy below, vaginal fluid gushed out powerfully, splattering onto the floor. A small puddle had already formed at her feet. It seemed she had just cum from that.
Meanwhile, from the entrance, the sound of the door lock disengaging was heard.
“Hmm?”
What was that? Was someone else supposed to come?
“Unnie, I’m here.”
Soon, the one who appeared in the living room was a woman with sky-blue hair. She was a bit younger than Cecil and Ellie, but she was undeniably a beauty in her own right.
“...What the.”
A look of bewilderment instantly appeared on the woman’s face as she saw the scene in the living room. Cecil, who had been engrossed with my dick, belatedly turned around, then said with a lewd smile.
“Wow, it’s the sky-blue onahole.”