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A few minutes after Monica left, Andy came out of the bath, where Sebastian was waiting outside with a clean towel in his hand. Andy took it and dried himself off completely before wrapping it around his waist to cover his privates.
"So, what did you think of the onsen, Mr. Alien?" Sebastian asked, eager to hear Andy's thoughts.
"It was interesting—at least at first. What do you people actually call an onsen?" Andy asked.
"Well, this type of bath was created by the hero Hiroto. He claims they're very popular in his world and that they call them onsen, so that's what we call this kind of bath as well," Sebastian explained, excited by the hero's greatness.
As they climbed the stairs, they caught a glimpse of Theresa and Robin enjoying their dinner in the service dining room. They continued on to the third floor of the castle, passing through countless doors before finally stopping at one.
Sebastian looked at Andy with a stern expression and declared,"In this room, the seven young daughters of the kingdom's most influential nobles will be present. If you rise to the occasion, your life will benefit greatly."
With that, Sebastian left Andy alone in front of the door. Nervously, Andy opened the door to find seven elegantly dressed young women, all in black, waiting inside. Three of them were standing in a corner, chatting animatedly, while the other three were seated at a table, sipping tea. But one of them stood out above the others: a blonde with bright blue eyes and milk-white skin, who was engrossed in a book by the window. The stars outside highlighted the beauty of her eyes, making them sparkle like diamonds.
Suddenly, all the girls stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Andy, realizing someone had entered the room. One of them spoke up, her lips curling into a smirk. "So you're the latest brothel toy from another planet—an alien."
"Come closer," one of the girls said, beckoning him with a casual wave of her hand. The others rose from their seats and closed in around Andy, forming a loose circle as he hesitated, then stepped into the center of the room. Only the blonde remained where she was, still quietly reading.
To Andy's eyes, they all looked impossibly young—barely sixteen or seventeen—yet their bodies were far beyond their age. Ripe, heavy breasts strained against thin maid dresses, massive and round, swaying with every step like overfilled sacks begging to spill. Nipples poked hard through the fabric, wide rosy areolas faintly visible beneath. Hips flared wide, asses plump and jiggling, the kind that made a man's hands itch to grab fistfuls of soft flesh. Smooth skin, tight waists, thighs thick enough to crush a skull—bodies built for sin, not innocence.
Andy felt a little shy under the overwhelming energy of the girls, who were looking at him with bright eyes and curious smiles.
"What's your name?" one of them asked, leaning forward a bit, her enormous breasts swaying slightly under the thin fabric.
"An…" Andy started, blushing a little.
"Andy Collins," interrupted the beautiful blue-eyed blonde, stepping right up to him until she stood close enough for Andy to catch the scent of her perfume—sweet, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.
She was shorter than the other girls, barely reaching his chest, but what she lacked in height she made up for in sheer presence. Her sky-blue dress strained against breasts so big and round they looked ready to burst the seams, heavy globes pressing together in a deep cleavage that rose and fell with every breath. A bold, hungry gleam sparkled in those blue eyes as she tilted her head up at him, lips curved in a teasing little smirk.
Seeing her face up close, Andy felt a sudden jolt—like he'd seen those daring features somewhere before.
"Do you know him, Victoria?"
"Victoria." The name echoed somewhere in Andy's memory. Ah—now he remembered. Victoria Murk was Prince Simon's twin sister. Now that she stood before him, and recalling Simon's appearance, Andy realized the striking resemblance between them.
"Yes, I know who he is. My dear brother told me about him. He's being investigated for the murder of the three heroines," Victoria said.
"Hehehe, so we have a criminal right here." All the girls, except Victoria, started laughing.
Andy didn't know what to do; Victoria's presence made him deeply uncomfortable, and the other girls' fixed stares only heightened the feeling.
"What?!" Andy felt someone grab his ass, followed by something soft pressing against his back.
Something soft and heavy pressed against his back—two massive tits, warm and plush, squishing against him as one of the girls leaned in close. Her breath was hot against his ear.
"You have a nice, firm ass," she whispered, voice thick with lust. "I like it."
Andy stiffened and turned his head to see who had touched him.
She looked about 16, short brown hair framing a mischievous face, black eyes sparkling with bold hunger. Her breasts were obscenely huge for her age, fat and round, straining the thin dress so hard the fabric hugged every curve, nipples poking stiff through the material like they were begging to be sucked.
"What are you doing, girl?" he snapped, annoyed.
"Are you shy?" she teased. As she pulled off the towel covering him. His thick cock sprang free, heavy and half-hard, swinging in the open air.
"Oh, by Veldra… it's the first man's cock I've ever seen in my life, and it's huge… thicker and longer than my horse's." she gasped, lunging forward to crush her lips against Andy's in a forceful kiss, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth, tasting and claiming him without asking.
The other girls—except Victoria—crowded in close, surrounding him in the middle of the hall with their bodies to stop any escape, hands roaming as they stripped off their dresses. The one stroking his throbbing cock laughed low. "Fufufu. Your huge cock is naked before the eyes of the daughters of the most powerful nobles in the kingdom. How does that feel? Does it make you feel powerful? Does it excite you?"
Andy looked around and saw that all the girls, except for Victoria, were looking at him with lust.
"Since we're young, we'll use you for practice. Be proud," the girl said, her small hand pumping Andy's swollen glans until a thick bead of pre-cum welled up and spilled over her fingers.
"Hmmm... so much pre-cum already," she murmured, licking her lips as she smeared the slick fluid down his shaft. "You love being watched, don't you? Your cock's drooling like a bitch in heat. Then let's really begin."
She gripped his cock hard—both hands now—and started pumping him with rough, hungry strokes. Fap-fap-fap-fap! The wet sounds filled the air as all that leaking pre-cum turned her palms slippery, gliding faster, squeezing tighter, milking more clear juice from the throbbing head with every vicious twist.
"Ugh!" Andy let out, the guttural sound escaping his throat as his cock throbbed in the girl's hand, each quick pump eliciting a low, tight growl from him, as if the pleasure were squeezing the life out of him.
"You look so pathetic and cute," she murmured, her fingers wrapping tighter around his shaft while her other hand slipped lower to cup and massage his heavy balls, rolling them slowly, squeezing just enough to make him twitch.
She dropped to her knees behind his legs, her hands sliding up his thighs. One wrapped tight around his throbbing shaft, pumping slow and firm—Fap… fap… fap—while the other cupped his heavy balls, rolling and squeezing them gently, coaxing fresh beads of pre-cum to leak from the swollen tip. The pressure on his sack made his cock twitch harder, more slick dripping down the length as she worked him with steady, hungry strokes.
"It's throbbing. What a pathetic "defective" man, good boy. You know what's going to happen, right? All the girls here are waiting for their turn with you."
Andy thought he could finally catch a breath after the earlier chaos, but he ended up trapped in a room where seven girls—all younger than him—were about to rape him without mercy.
The girls circled him, legs spread shamelessly, fingers buried deep in their soaked pussies as they masturbated relentlessly. Wet sounds filled the air—slish-slish-slish, fingers plunging in and out fast, juices trickling down trembling thighs, stifled moans slipping from parted lips. Some had pink, shaved cunts with swollen lips glistening in arousal; others were hairier, but all dripping, the hot scent of sex thick in the room as they rubbed their clits furiously, eyes locked on Andy's cock like starving she-wolves.