Chapter 47: Sadi's Dream Punishment & Harem Pleasure
"Hahaha… so Nojiko is actually a masochistic pervert who loves being abused?"
Of course I fully satisfied the beauty's request. Two tentacle whips let Nojiko taste that fiery pain mixed with maddening itch.
"Mmm… please don't say that… ahh~"
While verbally denying it, Nojiko's face showed pure ecstasy.
Though enduring intense stimulation, Nojiko still hadn't truly climaxed.
The countless tiny tendrils inside her lewd insect panties constantly wriggled, delivering pleasure—but not strongly enough to push Nojiko over the edge. They only served to awaken desire. Nojiko could only relieve her inner restlessness through the defecation-like pleasure of anal sex and the pain of whipping—yet never achieving true satisfaction.
It was already two hours later when I left the room. After Nojiko lost consciousness, I took turns ravaging Nami and Kaya's pussies—fucking them until they doubted life. Then I let them rest on the bed. Before leaving, I gave Nami one Energy Infusion so she could recover a bit and come to the deck later. Then I exited the cabin.
Vivi and Igaram were already on deck, sitting in the chairs I had placed there earlier.
"Mr. Lin Xiu!" Seeing me appear, Vivi immediately stood up excitedly.
"Hello, Mr. Lin Xiu. I've heard everything from Vivi. Thank you so much for saving our lives."
Though missing one arm and one leg, Igaram still supported himself on the chair to stand.
"Enough, enough—no need to be so formal. Sit down."
Because I felt tricked by Vivi with no benefits gained—I was still somewhat resentful and didn't give them a friendly face.
I spread mental energy—locating the two giants still fighting—then sent a telepathic message to Brogy.
"Brogy—we're leaving now. Thanks for taking care of us during this time. I left some good wine on the shore for you—remember to pick it up."
Then I flew to the shore—exchanged more than a dozen barrels of top-quality wine from the Desire Shop—placed them on the ground—then returned to the deck.
""Set sail.""
I gestured for the two to sit—then sat in a chair myself. Under their astonished gazes—I conjured a tea set and several plates of snacks like magic—and began brewing red tea.
At the same time—the ship rocked slightly. Under my telekinetic control—it slowly pulled away from shore—heading toward the river mouth.
"The ship… is moving by itself?"
Vivi—who hadn't yet recovered from the previous shock—was stunned once again.
"No—it's me controlling it."
I lit a cigarette—habitually offering one to Igaram.
"Mr. Lin Xiu is truly amazing—to control such a large ship so effortlessly."
Igaram took the cigarette—looking a bit confused—only able to express admiration to ease his awkwardness.
I sent a mental greeting to the shell in the water. The shell waved its tentacles—following behind the warship.
And so—we left the Ancient Island—sailing into the open sea.
While sipping tea and eating snacks—I chatted with Vivi and Igaram. After a while—Nami came out from the cabin. First she directed me to correct the course—then joined our afternoon tea.
Nami wore a loose, bright red T-shirt—effectively concealing her figure and making her enormous breasts less obvious. Yet it gave her a lazy, relaxed look. A pair of ultra-short denim shorts peeked out beneath the T-shirt hem—seemingly guiding eyes toward her long, firm, beautiful legs.
This was the first time I saw Nami with such fresh, clean energy—like a sunny big sister next door. I couldn't help staring blankly for a moment.
Vivi and Igaram seemed accustomed to it—chatting and laughing with Nami.
Looking at Nami's radiant smile—I suddenly had an evil idea—casting her a mischievous look.
"Based on wind direction and temperature changes—I predict there'll be heavy rain soon… ahh~"
While eloquently speaking—Nami suddenly clutched her chest—letting out a seductive yelp.
"Nami? What's wrong?"
Vivi—startled—asked worriedly.
"Nothing… I… I bit my tongue."
Nami said somewhat unnaturally—then shot me a resentful glare.
I pretended ignorance—lifting my red tea for a sip—secretly laughing inside.
Yes—I was the culprit. Earlier I had quietly activated the vibration on Nami's nipple rings. Right now I was enjoying the childish thrill of a successful prank.
Nami knew I wouldn't stop the vibration so easily—could only endure the constant tingling pleasure at her nipples while continuing to chat with Vivi.
But because of the interfering pleasure—Nami's speech wasn't smooth anymore. Her whole body became somewhat tense.
I silently observed Nami's state from the side—secretly delighted.
Another ten minutes passed. As pleasure continuously accumulated—a trace of lust appeared in Nami's eyes. Her hormone-modified giant breasts—due to rising pleasure—began uncontrollably leaking milk—wetting the red T-shirt—leaving two dark red wet patches.
Yet Nami hadn't noticed—still using conversation to mask her discomfort. But as pleasure climbed—her lactation speed increased—quickly bringing breast-swelling sensation.
If it were only pleasure—Nami could barely maintain composure. But the swollen milk feeling was different. She desperately wanted to grab her own breasts—squeeze and knead hard. But in front of Vivi and Igaram—she could only cast me helpless pleading eyes.
I smiled knowingly—nodded—then activated her clit ring vibration too.
"Ohhh~ Mmm…"
Nami had just moaned when the collar around her neck began tightening—interrupting her in suffocating torment. Head lowered—she trembled—silently enjoying a voiceless climax.
"Nami? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Vivi asked worriedly again.
But immersed in climax—Nami had no attention to spare. Even if she wanted to respond—the tightly constricting collar wouldn't allow it.
"Haa… haa…" After a full two minutes—the collar finally loosened. Nami's climax reached its end.
She slumped in the chair—panting heavily—as if she'd just run 1000 meters.
"Nami—your illness acting up again? Let me help you back to the room to rest."
Now it was my turn to rescue the situation.
"It's Nami's old problem flaring up—she suddenly feels weak all over. I'll take her back to the room to rest first."
Then I supported the limp Nami—helping her back to the room.
Once there—I sat on the bed—took out my cock. Nami immediately knelt between my legs—without hesitation taking it into her mouth—devotedly sucking and licking.
After this period of training—Nami had long fallen into desire—becoming a qualified sex slave. Her oral skills were equally qualified—pleasure far surpassing vaginal—plus that eager servicing expression—lewd face—gave me immense psychological satisfaction.
Lost in Nami's blowjob—I felt a bit reluctant to stop—cumming again and again—feeding Nami full. Though I never activated the silver rings' vibration throughout—Nami still wore a satisfied expression. As if she gained enormous pleasure from oral alone—no—perhaps what satisfied her was the suffocation.
After satisfying myself—I finally activated the silver rings on Nami's body.
"Go wake Kaya and Nojiko for dinner."
I patted Nami's ass—then left the room first.
Because of outsiders present—I didn't do anything during dinner. We enjoyed a pleasant meal with laughter and conversation.
Of course—Nami wasn't so happy. She endured deadly pleasure the whole time—constantly tense to avoid crying out. Igaram and Vivi—unaware—thought Nami was unwell. But Nojiko—who had experienced the same—immediately saw what was happening—blushing and casting me strange looks.
After dinner—I pulled Nami, Nojiko, and Kaya back to the room—for another unrestricted session. Until all usable holes on the three women were fucked open and gaping—only then did I stop. Looking at the three women lying on the bed—tongues out, eyes rolled back—a conquering pleasure surged within me.
Then—while kneading Nami's breast flesh—I fell asleep. More accurately—I entered Sadi's dream.
Still in Nest 2—surrounded by fleshy walls. Dim red light from the meat walls illuminated two people in the center.
Both looked like Sadi. One Sadi—completely naked—knelt face-down on the ground—hands and feet deeply sunk into the fleshy floor—mouth plugged by a tentacle. That proud futa cock had vanished—leaving only a smooth, hairless tightly-closed pussy.
This was the real Sadi. Even restrained—her eyes remained sharp—struggling in confusion and anger at her situation.
The other Sadi—was a dream-constructed phantom—wearing Sadi's signature pink queen leather outfit—a tent pitched at her crotch by an erect cock. She was mercilessly whipping—exactly recreating what the lewd tattoo recorded of Sadi's actions today.
Sadi was naturally familiar with whipping—but as the one being whipped—this was her first time. Now she finally understood how unbearable fiery pain truly was. She could only twist her body slightly—unable to dodge the precise lashes.
Amid Sadi's weak whimpers—the whipping continued. The tentacle in her mouth pumped aphrodisiac—gradually eroding her mind.
Finally—the whip stopped. The phantom walked behind Sadi—took out a massive cock—pressing it against Sadi's virgin pussy.
"Mmph!" Feeling the hot hardness at her private place—Sadi issued more intense muffled protests. Yet under aphrodisiac's effect—her tightly-closed pussy ignored her will—slowly leaking love juices.
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