John slammed back into the gaming chair with a force that made the reinforced leather groan like it was being punished for existing. The triple monitors still pulsed with the live feed from Eliersia, every pixel-sharp detail of Elrin's private chambers burning into his retinas. That blond twink, five-foot-six of delicate, porcelain-skinned arrogance, was sprawled across silk sheets that cost more than John's entire old life in Saitama, his small cock twitching pathetically between his thighs while three stunning girls fawned over him like he was the second coming of some erotic god. John's yellow eyes narrowed to slits, the blood-scar X across his face pulling tight as rage boiled up from a place deeper than any dungeon he'd crawled through.
How the fuck could they give attention to that twink? That pathetic excuse for a noble who'd once kicked him in the jaw, pissed on him while monologuing about hierarchy, and laughed while John bled in a kennel. Elrin's bio floated in a side window now, the system obediently pulling every filthy detail. John scrolled straight to the penis size field and froze.
Penis size: 1.8 inches.
One. Point. Eight.
The number sat there in cold, glowing text like a personal insult from the universe itself. Before his new husk body, John had been average at best—nothing to write home about, sure, but even then he'd dwarfed this micro-pecker(Not by much, but still). And yet here was this chud, this walking embarrassment with a dick smaller than a pinky finger, getting worshipped by three absolute stunners who looked like they'd stepped straight out of John's wettest isekai fantasies.
The redhead curves for days, heavy breasts straining against a low-cut gown of emerald silk that clung to her like a second skin, nipples faintly visible through the sheer fabric, pressed her ample chest against Elrin's arm, her full lips brushing his ear as she whispered something that made the noble's hips twitch. Her hips swayed with every breath, wide and fertile, the kind of ass that jiggled softly when she shifted on the bed, drawing John's gaze even through the screen.
The brunette beside her was petite but stacked, her frame packed with perky tits that bounced as she giggled, her short skirt riding up to reveal smooth thighs and a hint of lace panties that hugged her mound like a promise. And the blonde—fuck, the blonde was built like a fertility idol, golden waves cascading down her back, her dress cut so low her massive cleavage spilled out, soft and heavy, the kind of breasts that would smother a man in warmth and scent if she leaned forward. All three of them were flawless, glowing with that aristocratic beauty that screamed money and breeding and pure, unfiltered sex appeal, and they were throwing themselves at a guy whose entire package could fit in a thimble. (pitted cup worn on the finger that protects it from being pricked or poked by a needle while sewing, Ik im a literacy genius)
John's hand tightened on the armrest until the wood creaked. "Three stunning hotties," he growled under his breath, voice low and venomous in the new husk throat.
"Three perfect, dripping-wet dream girls fighting for the chance to suck on a one-point-eight-inch micro-pecker. And I'm sitting here with ten inches of actual god-tier cock, a palace bigger than most kingdoms, and skills that could make gods kneel… and that chud gets the fan club?" His cock throbbed angrily against the designer pants, not from arousal but from pure, seething jealousy. The system had handed him everything, drip guaranteed forever, infinite cum reserves, a body built like a final boss, but these sluts were simping for the twink who'd humiliated him. It burned. It burned hotter than the goblin cave, hotter than the kennel beatings, hotter than watching Loki slaughter an entire family while John could only watch.
He needed to punish them. Not Elrin first, fuck Elrin for now. Those girls had to suffer for giving attention to someone who wasn't him. Make them watch him get railed by orcs? Sure, that would shock their delicate noble brains into next week, watching their precious lord bent over and bred like a common whore.
But Elrin wouldn't suffer, not really. The bastard would probably cream himself harder than he already had. No. Skip the sex part entirely. Something psychological. Something that stripped away their worship and left them broken. Boils and acne across Elrin's pretty face? Turn that femboy charm into a pockmarked nightmare? Tempting, but too quick. Too surface-level. Cuteness. Beauty. The words clicked in his head like a trap snapping shut.
"MARRIANETTA!"
The name tore out of him like a command from the void itself. The air in the office warped instantly, a giant gust of wind exploding through the room with hurricane force. Papers from the desk scattered in a whirlwind, fluttering like panicked birds against the stone walls. Crimson miasma tendrils snaked in first, thick and sweet-scented, curling around the monitors and making the LED lights flicker. Then she was there, zip-fast as a blur. crimson silk and impossible curves materialized in the center of the floor. Six-foot-nine of pure, lethal elegance, her wide-brimmed hat tilted just enough to shadow one blood-red eye while the other locked onto him with predatory hunger. Her dress clung to every inch like liquid sin, K-cup breasts heaving with the sudden arrival, heavy and full, nipples stiff against the sheer fabric because she'd never bothered with anything as mundane as a bra. Her hips flared inhumanly wide, ass so massive and round it strained the silk with every shift, cheeks that jiggled softly even when she stood still. Those two-foot nails gleamed like fresh blood, curving elegantly as she straightened to her full height, the scent of her, floral and metallic, like roses dipped in iron, flooding the room and making John's new body react before his brain could catch up.
She licked her lips slowly, that impossibly long tongue sliding out in a wet glide that left a glistening trail. "You called, my darling lord?" Her voice was pure velvet smoke, low and sultry, every syllable dripping with the promise of agony wrapped in ecstasy. "Your servant is always ready."
John panned the camera on the pc with a flick of his wrist, zooming the feed until Elrin filled the screens again. The noble was still mid-orgy, the redhead grinding her soaked pussy against his face while the brunette bobbed on his tiny cock and the blonde fingered his leaking hole from behind. Marrianetta's eyes narrowed, then widened with delight.
She licked her lips again, slower this time, a soft moan escaping her throat as she traced one long nail across the screen. "Mmm… that little thing has hurt you, hasn't it? Such a pathetic excuse for a man… but the girls… oh, the girls are delicious. So ripe. So devoted." Her voice dropped even lower, like Marilyn Monroe smooth but hotter by a factor of ten, every word wrapping around John's cock like a warm hand. "If that boy made a grave offense against you in your weaker days… if he humiliated my master…"
She didn't react for twenty full seconds. Just stood there, doll-still, one arm twitching in a way that should have shattered her joints, nails clicking against the screen as if she was already carving Elrin's fate into the pixels. John felt a bead of sweat roll down his spine under the designer jacket. "Uh… Marrianetta?"
She blinked once, slow and deliberate, then smiled with teeth that looked a little too sharp.
"As punishment for his transgressions," John added quickly, voice steadying, "I give you total and absolute control. Do anything to him. Forever. Break him. Remake him. He's yours to play with until the end of time."
Marrianetta's cheeks flushed a deep, delicious crimson that spread down her neck and across the tops of her massive breasts, making the silk strain even tighter. "Oh my… total control over that little thing?" She traced her nail across the screen again, leaving a faint glowing scratch that the screen immediately healed. "Oh, master… you spoil me too much." Her voice was pure sin now, breathy and eager, the kind of tone that could make a man cum from words alone.
She leaned closer to the feed, ass shifting with a soft jiggle that drew John's eyes despite himself, and her nails grew back to their full two-foot length with a wet, organic sound. She traced slow circles on the screen, imagining already. Then they shrank again, retracting with a click as she straightened. "I will make him sing for you, my lord. Beautiful, broken songs."
John broke a sweat at the voice alone, something about it screamed classic Hollywood seduction but amplified until it vibrated straight through his bones and into his cock. He dismissed her with a quick wave before the sound could make him hard again, watching her vanish in another gust of wind and miasma that scattered more papers across the floor. The office fell quiet once more, but his mind was racing. Okay. Guess this means Marrianetta will carry out the punishment. He'd figure out how to drag Elrin here later—portal, summon, whatever. For now… he needed to watch some Elrin porn. Pure, unfiltered, humiliating Elrin content to fuel the rage and the plan.
He maximized the feed across all three monitors, leaned back in the throne chair, and let the scene unfold in excruciating, delicious detail.
Elrin's chambers glowed with candlelight and the soft haze of expensive incense. The redhead, Lira, with her heavy, swaying breasts barely contained by emerald silk that rode up her thick thighs every time she moved, straddled his face first. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately, grinding her slick, shaved pussy against his mouth with a theatrical moan that echoed off the stone walls.
"Ohhh, my lord… your tongue is divine… taste how wet your loyal flower is for you…" Her voice was pitched high and breathy, over-exaggerated like she was performing for an audience of one, hips rolling in wide circles that made her ass cheeks clap softly together.
Elrin's small cock twitched beneath her, already leaking a pathetic bead of precum as the brunette, Seline, petite but with perky C-cups that bounced like they had minds of their own—dropped to her knees between his spread legs.
Seline took him into her mouth with exaggerated slurping sounds, lips stretching around his one-point-eight inches like it was the biggest prize in the kingdom. "Mmmph… so thick… so powerful…" she lied through her teeth, bobbing her head with fake enthusiasm while her tongue swirled around the tiny head. She fought for position with the blonde,
Vespera, curvaceous and golden-haired, her massive tits spilling out as she shoved Seline aside with a playful growl.
"My turn, sister… let me worship our hero properly!" Vespera engulfed him next, sucking with loud, wet pops and over-the-top moans that vibrated through his shaft. "Ahhh… yes… your noble cock tastes like victory… I could suck you all night…"
They took turns like it was a game, fighting over him with giggles and mock jealousy that only made Elrin harder in his pathetic way. Lira rode his face harder, smothering him in her wetness while moaning like a porn star.
"Deeper, my lord… claim your reward!" Seline and Vespera alternated on his cock, one sucking while the other licked his balls, their hands stroking each other's bodies to keep the energy high. They over-exaggerated everything—the gasps, the slurps, the way they arched their backs to push their tits together for his viewing pleasure. "Fight me for it," Seline teased, pulling off with a string of spit connecting her lips to his tip. Vespera dove in immediately, moaning louder, "He's mine tonight… feel how he throbs for me…"
Elrin's hips bucked weakly. His tiny cock pulsed once, twice, and then he came, a sad, watery drop that barely filled the tip of Seline's tongue when she caught it. He threw his head back and launched into a speech, voice shaky but dripping with self-importance. "Drink, my loyal blossoms… indulge in your lord's noble nectar. It is the essence of true power, the reward for your devotion. Every drop carries the strength of my bloodline… savor it… let it fill your bellies and your souls… you are blessed to taste what lesser women never will…"
And the worst part? They actually did. Lira leaned down and lapped at the tiny puddle on his stomach like it was ambrosia, moaning theatrically, "So rich… so potent… thank you, my lord…" Seline swallowed her share with exaggerated bliss, eyes fluttering shut as if she'd tasted heaven. Vespera licked the last traces from his softening dick, purring, "We are unworthy of such a gift… but we will cherish every drop forever." They kissed each other afterward, swapping the minuscule load between their tongues like it was the most erotic act imaginable, all while praising him nonstop. "Our hero… our strong, virile protector…" Elrin lay there, spent and smug, while his harem cuddled around him, stroking his hair and telling him how magnificent he was.
John watched the whole thing in 8K, jaw tight, cock soft again from sheer secondhand embarrassment mixed with burning fury. Three stunning hotties, curves that could stop wars, moans that could melt steel,worshipping a micro-dicked twink like he was a god. It was almost impressive in its delusion. Almost. John leaned forward, yellow eyes cold. "Your turn soon, Elrin. And when Marrianetta gets her hands on you… you'll wish you'd stayed a nobody."
The feed kept rolling. John kept watching.