Rai had gotten married.
The wedding ceremony had gone off without a hitch—beautiful flowers, heartfelt vows, and a beaming groom who clearly adored her. From now on, she was officially a married woman. She and her husband were supposed to live happily ever after, all lovey-dovey and faithful.
…Or so I thought.
"Ooooooh♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡ You can't just casually pump your cum into a brand-new bride's freshly fertilized pussy like this♡♡♡"
Yet here she was, lying beneath me on the soft bed in my private room, completely naked except for the obscene temporary paint tattoos I'd just finished scrawling across her voluptuous body. Her massive, soft breasts heaved with every panting breath, and her thick thighs quivered as my cock rested heavily against her dripping entrance.
"Because you called for me… I had to come♡" she whimpered, cheeks flushed deep red.
I never expected her to actually show up. I'd sent the message half-jokingly, testing the waters after her wedding.
"It's not like that♡ I thought it was blackmail or something♡ I was worried about you♡♡♡"
"Then why did you show up wearing something this slutty?" I asked with a smirk.
Because Rai had arrived in the most erotic outfit imaginable—a sheer, barely-there negligee that clung to her curvy, sweaty body like a second skin, the fabric so thin her dark nipples were clearly visible. The hem barely covered her ass, and she'd even worn a tiny thong that disappeared between her plump cheeks.
"Well, whatever. That kid growing inside you is probably mine anyway. I'm going to fill you up nice and deep, over and over."
"That's so mean♡♡♡ I told my husband I'm pregnant so we have to abstain from sex for a while♡♡♡ And here you are, treating me like your personal cum dump right after the honeymoon started♡♡♡"
I grinned. Perfect setup.
"Actually, I've got just the thing for this situation."
During the recent shop renovations, we'd discovered a special paint dye that adhered to skin and lasted about a week before fading naturally. It was waterproof enough to survive light sweat but would definitely mark her for days.
"This stuff doesn't come off for about a week," I explained, shaking the bottle.
"W-what are you going to write on me♡♡♡?" Rai's voice trembled with a mix of fear and shameful excitement.
I started with her soft, slightly rounded belly—the perfect canvas.
'Fertilized by Cheating Cock'
"Higyuuu!!! What the—?! If anyone sees this♡♡♡"
"Newlywed divorce speedrun, huh?"
"Higyuuu♡♡♡ You're so cruel♡♡♡ Everyone will know this married pussy is nothing but a big-dick toilet♡♡♡"
I wasn't done. I kept writing across her lower abdomen and inner thighs—places hidden by clothes but impossible to ignore once revealed.
'Big Cock Only'
'Cum Toilet Exclusive'
'Sorry, Honey'
The last one I made her write herself in shaky, elegant script right above her mound, forcing her to acknowledge her betrayal while I guided her hand.
"There. Now let's pump out plenty of cum."
"Nooo♡♡♡ I can't even bathe properly with all this on♡ If you fill me up, the smell of your cum mixed with my sweat will give everything away♡♡♡"
"Just scoop it out later. Work hard, Mrs. Cumdump."
Without waiting for more protests, I grabbed her wide hips and thrust my thick, veiny cock straight into her soaking wet pussy in one powerful stroke. The stretch made her walls flutter wildly around me. Her married cunt was incredibly hot, slick, and greedy—clenching like it had been starving for me.
"Ahhh, fuck… Rai, your half-elf pussy is seriously the best. So tight and wet even after getting married."
"It huuurts♡♡♡ Right after the wedding♡♡♡ A cute new bride like me is getting another man's huge cock shoved deep inside♡♡♡ Turned into a cum toilet while my husband thinks I'm saving myself♡♡♡"
"Yeah, it's such a sad, tragic story," I mocked, starting to pound her with long, brutal strokes. Each thrust slapped wetly against her ass, driving my cockhead right against her cervix. The paint on her skin glistened under the light as her body jiggled from the force.
I leaned down, biting her neck lightly while growling, "Tell me how it feels, you cheating wife."
"It feels too good♡♡♡ Your cock is so much thicker than my husband's♡ It's reshaping my insides♡♡♡ I'm sorry, honey, but this married pussy belongs to Master's big dick now♡♡♡"
I flipped her onto all fours, yanking her hips back so I could rail her doggy-style. The graffiti on her ass and thighs was fully visible now—'Fallen Slut', 'Free Meat Toilet'—as I slammed into her again and again.
"How many loads should I give you today? Five sounds good."
"Funyaaaaah♡♡♡ I'm completely a toilet now♡♡♡ Even though I'm a proper married woman, I'm being used as a cum bucket♡♡♡"
The graffiti play was insanely arousing. The sight of those degrading words scrawled across her sweaty, voluptuous body made my cock throb harder inside her. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while pounding her mercilessly.
"Harder! Fuck my cheating pussy harder!!" she screamed, pushing back against me. "Break me! Make sure my husband can never satisfy me again!!"
"You love this, don't you? Being marked like a whore right after your wedding night."
"Yes♡♡♡ I love it♡ Being your graffiti-covered cum dump turns me on so much♡ My sweat is already making the paint smell stronger♡ Everyone will smell your cum on me♡♡♡"
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and pushed her legs up to her shoulders in a mating press. My cock speared back into her sopping depths, the angle letting me grind directly against her G-spot.
"Gonna cum inside. Tell me you want your womb flooded."
"Please♡ Fill this pregnant pussy with your hot seed♡ Breed the new bride while her husband waits at home♡ Make me leak your cum for days♡♡♡"
I thrust faster, the wet squelching sounds filling the room. Her massive breasts bounced wildly, the painted words jiggling with every impact. When I finally exploded, I pumped rope after thick rope of cum straight into her fertile depths, flooding her until it overflowed around my shaft.
"One down."
She came hard at the same time, eyes rolling back. "I'm cumming♡♡♡ Again♡ Filled so easily by cheating cock♡♡♡"
We didn't stop there. Round after round, I used her body relentlessly—making her ride me while the degrading graffiti stared back at me, bending her over the desk so the paint on her belly pressed against the wood, even pressing her face into the pillow while I took her from behind and added more teasing words with the brush between thrusts.
By the fifth creampie, she was a drooling, twitching mess, covered in sweat and cum, the paint now slightly smeared but still perfectly legible.
"I'm cumming again♡♡♡ Filled up so casually♡♡♡ My married womb is overflowing♡♡♡"
I pulled out with a wet pop, watching thick globs of my seed drip from her ruined pussy. "Clean every drop. Use your fingers and mouth."
Still dazed, she obeyed, scooping the leaking cum and licking it clean while shuddering through aftershocks. "It tastes so good… Master's cum is the best♡"
The strong scent of her natural sweat mixed with the fresh creampies was intoxicating. I loved how her body couldn't hide what we'd done.
After she finally passed out from exhaustion, I gently cleaned her up as much as possible without removing the paint. "Make sure you scoop it all out before you go home… or don't. Your choice."
I was already looking forward to the next time.
Later that day, I used the same paint dye for something more practical—touching up the interior of Roiza's cafe. The idea had come from Yuira, our brilliant new actress-turned-waitress.
"Color is extremely important~," she explained in her signature long, sleepy drawl. "Depending on the shop's theme, the interior must be handled with great care~…"
To create a calm, feminine, relaxing atmosphere for our female clientele, we repainted a few accent walls in soft, elegant tones. Roiza was all instinct and feeling; Yuira was pure logic and reasoning. She could explain exactly why a certain shade worked or why another would ruin the mood—complete with psychological and practical justifications.
The only downside was her voice.
"Blue tones are especially effective for promoting relaxation because~…"
That drawn-out, hypnotic cadence could put anyone to sleep. But her insights were genuinely brilliant. I listened carefully and incorporated her suggestions. The results were immediate—the cafe felt more inviting, more upscale.
"My opinions are being taken seriously… I'm so happy~," Yuira said with a gentle, glowing smile.
She'd confessed that because of her slow, elongated way of speaking and her tendency to lay out every premise in detail, most people tuned her out with a quick "Yeah, yeah, I get it." But I valued her mind. Having someone like her as a strategist and advisor would be a huge asset as my merchant empire grew.
While we were deep in discussion about future expansions, a small voice called out.
"Mama~"
A tiny girl— even smaller than Merry—toddled in. She looked no older than eight or nine, with big curious eyes.
"Oh my~ Are you already finished~?" Yuira asked warmly.
"Yep!"
"Who were you with?"
"That weird masked person!"
"Oh dear… Lord Gelahagudome, I'm so sorry for the trouble."
Standing there was a tall figure wearing an enormous, ornate mask that completely hid their face. The upper body was dressed like some kind of fantasy tribal shaman—feathers, beads, and colorful patterns—while the lower half was… completely naked. A full-on exhibitionist pervert in a ridiculous getup.
"Don't mind me," the masked person said in a deep, casual voice. "I only came for a drink."
A long, strange silence filled the cafe.