Yesterday, I ended up fucking Yawell even though the penguin had specifically asked me not to.
It was an accident. Sort of.
I mean, come on—a stunning mature beauty squeezed into a tight leotard? No healthy man could have resisted that combination. It was practically inevitable.
Today the soba shop was closed, so I figured I'd just lounge around the mansion, take it easy, and keep my worldly desires in check. No problem, right? I crawled into bed with that noble intention firmly in mind.
"Te~n~shu~sa~a~n♡"
The door burst open with a cheerful clatter.
In stepped Slowira—my walking, talking pair of shockingly perfect breasts. She was currently serving as the cabaret leader for the new branch store, and the moment she saw me, her plump lips curved into a sweet, calculating smile.
"Master~ Please raise my salary♡"
Salary.
Slowira had always struck me as the carefree, bubbly type, but she was surprisingly shrewd when it came to business. At the store she flirted shamelessly with customers, yet outside work she kept a strict professional distance, never meeting anyone alone. She guarded that line like a fortress. The fact that she was coming to me directly meant this request carried real weight.
I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "I already increased your pay with the leader allowance. Tell me exactly why it's still not enough, and I'll consider raising it further."
"As expected of Master! You're so quick to understand♡" She clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "To be honest, being a leader costs money. Lady Avael handled things beautifully before, but I'm dealing with former colleagues. To make them listen, I need favors—real ones. And most of those favors cost coin."
In other words, she could no longer just steer customers toward the other girls indefinitely. The customer pool wasn't infinite. She needed to offer advice, beauty tips, emotional support… but those things usually required expensive hair treatments, premium skincare, luxury cosmetics—the kind the store didn't provide.
If Slowira casually said, "I'll let you use some of my extra stuff," the girls would be overjoyed and far more cooperative.
"Women's society is all about calculated favors, you know♡ Plans matter♡"
I nodded. "Got it. I'll double your leader allowance to twenty gold. But it's not permanent. If it turns out the shop can supply those things more efficiently, the extra pay goes back to normal."
"Yes♡ Thank you so much♡♡♡"
Before I could even respond, Slowira's expression turned playful. She leaned in, voice dropping into a sultry purr.
"As thanks… here's a special titty reception service♡♡♡"
She pressed her massive, soft breasts firmly against my back, the warm, heavy flesh molding perfectly around my shoulders. Her scent—sweet, expensive perfume mixed with natural feminine warmth—flooded my senses.
"I knew you'd understand me♡♡♡"
Slowira turned to face me, proudly thrusting out her chest. Her enormous breasts jiggled heavily, nipples already stiff and begging for attention.
"I was on the verge of becoming a high-class courtesan, you know? Every single day I wondered why it never happened. I was convinced I deserved it more than anyone. But because I fell short, I barely worked as a mid-tier whore and ended up here—in your cabaret. And now I'm the leader of an entire store. My position has surpassed even the average high-class courtesan."
She looked straight into my eyes, voice full of genuine pride.
"In the end, it all comes down to the people you meet. I'm so lucky I met you, Master. Because now… I'm doing the ideal job I set for myself."
Still holding that proud posture, Slowira pulled her top down, fully exposing her glorious tits. She dropped to her knees between my legs, wrapped those heavenly pillows around my already hardening cock, and squeezed.
"Hehe♡♡♡ Come on, shoot lots and lots for me♡♡♡"
Her stiff nipples dragged teasingly along my shaft as she began sliding her breasts up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. The heat radiating from her soft flesh was incredible. My cock disappeared completely between the massive, pillowy valley, only the angry red tip peeking out at the top with every upward glide.
The sensation was pure bliss. Wet, slippery, warm—every inch of my length was lovingly massaged by her perfect breasts.
"Sorry… I'm gonna cum already—"
"Fufu♡♡♡ Go ahead♡♡♡"
"Guh—!!"
With a powerful throb, I erupted. Thick, ropey spurts of cum blasted straight onto her cleavage, painting the inner slopes of her tits creamy white. Some even reached her chin and lower lip. Slowira moaned happily, never stopping her titfuck for even a second.
"Hehe, more please♡♡♡ Don't hold back~"
I was still panting when the penguin's voice suddenly echoed in my head. Somewhere in the mansion, that feathered bastard was probably holding up his ridiculous "Penguin Calendar"—a calendar filled with photos of penguins from around the world—and glaring at the giant X he'd drawn over today's date.
"You're already out on day two, dumbass."
I groaned. "Look, shooting a load isn't that hard to avoid, is it—?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
But the damage was done. Five full loads later—each one milked out by Slowira's relentless, loving paizuri—I was thoroughly drained and blissfully relaxed.
Tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, I'd really, truly begin abstinence.
…Probably.
**[Day 3 of Abstinence—Or So I Claimed]**
The next morning, after hearing Slowira's reasoning, I decided Annie should receive the same doubled leader allowance. Annie was the type who would never complain or ask for herself; she just quietly endured every hardship.
When I called her into the office and told her the news, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
"Th-thank you so much…! Really, thank you…!"
She must have been carrying far more stress than she let on. Thanks to Slowira's earlier request, I'd been able to preempt this. That bubbly, calculating beauty really was something else.
I was still smiling at the thought when Annie suddenly threw her arms around my neck.
"I love you♡ I love you so much♡♡♡"
Before I could finish explaining that this had originally come from Slowira's suggestion, Annie was already peppering my face and mouth with frantic, hungry kisses.
"I love that you understand me like this, Master♡♡♡ I love my wonderful, kind owner so much♡♡♡"
Her soft lips kept crashing against mine, her tongue slipping in desperately. Within seconds my cock was rock-hard again, straining painfully against my clothes.
"No, Annie, listen—this was actually Slowira's—"
"I love youuuu♡♡♡"
She didn't care. Annie's hand slid down, boldly palming my erection through my pants while she kept kissing me like she was starving. Then she hiked up her skirt, pulled her soaked panties aside, and began grinding her dripping, hot pussy directly against my bulge.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ I want to get pregnant♡♡♡ I want to have lots and lots of Master's babies♡♡♡ Please knock me up♡ Please impregnate me♡♡♡ Put your seed deep inside and make my belly swell with your child♡♡♡♡♡"
She was panting, eyes glassy with lust. Without waiting for permission, Annie reached down, freed my throbbing cock, lined it up with her slippery entrance, and sank down in one smooth, greedy motion.
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡♡ Beast-like sex feels so goooood♡♡♡ No foreplay at all, yet you slipped right inside my slutty cunt♡♡♡♡ My body is always ready for Master's big cock—it's such a perverted, cock-hungry pussy♡♡♡♡ Please don't hold back! Fill me up with your thick cum♡♡♡♡ Breed me raw♡♡♡"
Annie's hips immediately began slamming down, riding me with frantic, desperate energy. Her tight, velvet walls clenched and rippled around my shaft as if trying to milk me dry. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the room every time her ass clapped against my thighs.
I grabbed her bouncing tits roughly, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her squeal.
"Fuck—Annie, you're so goddamn tight…"
"Yes♡ Yes♡ Destroy my pussy♡ Use your filthy slave's cunt however you want♡♡♡ I'm just a breeding sow for Master♡♡♡"
I couldn't hold back anymore. Gripping her hips, I thrust up brutally to meet her downward slams. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, faster. Annie's face twisted in pure ecstasy, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly, I yanked her hair back, forcing her to look at me.
"You want my cum that badly, you pathetic little cumdump?"
"Yes♡♡♡ I'm Master's cumdump♡ Please pump me full♡ I want every drop breeding my womb♡♡♡"
I slapped her flushed cheek—hard. The sharp sound echoed. Annie's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her pussy gushing even wetter around me.
"Again—!"
*Slap!*
Another hard smack across her other cheek. Her head snapped to the side, but she only moaned louder, riding me even more frantically.
"Harder♡ Slap your stupid breeding bitch harder♡♡♡ I love it when Master treats me like a worthless whore♡♡♡"
I obliged, delivering a series of stinging slaps to her face while I pounded upward into her soaked cunt. Each impact made her inner walls flutter wildly around my cock.
"Gonna cum—take it all, you greedy slut!"
"Cum inside♡♡♡ Fill your sow's womb♡ Breed me♡ Impregnate me right now♡♡♡"
With a guttural groan, I exploded deep inside her. Powerful jets of thick semen blasted straight against her cervix, flooding her fertile womb. Annie screamed in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her as her pussy spasmed and squirted around my pulsing shaft.
"OOOOOOHHHHH♡♡♡♡ It's coming♡ Master's hot cum is flooding me♡♡♡ I'm getting pregnant♡ I'm really getting knocked up by Master's seed♡♡♡♡♡"
We stayed locked together, panting, her belly slightly distended from the sheer volume I'd pumped into her. Annie's face was red from the slaps, tears of joy streaking her cheeks, yet she wore the most blissful smile I'd ever seen.
"Thank you… for using me so roughly… I love you so much, Master♡"
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Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, the penguin was having a serious conversation with Melyuzine.
"How's it looking?"
"Hmm. I thought about it… and it's fine."
Melyuzine nodded, her expression calm despite the topic.
"I've always hated that shitty old hag, so this actually works out. Dragons are unforgivable anyway. My daughter is going to exterminate them, right?"
"That's the plan. Every dragon on that continent is going to disappear."
"Then I'm in. When's the ritual?"
The penguin pulled out his ridiculous calendar again.
"Supposed to be in a week… but…"
He made a troubled face.
"Maybe give it two weeks, just to be safe?"
"It's a ritual to create a special child. We'll need time to prepare on our end too. No problem."
"Great. Thanks."
The penguin flapped his wings and waddled out. Once he was alone in the hallway, he glanced back toward my room, sighed, and drew another huge, angry X on today's date with his wingtip.
"We finally convinced the biggest obstacle—Melyuzine—and yet Izumi is still out here fucking everything that moves. What the hell is he doing?"
The penguin shook his head in pure exasperation and waddled away, muttering under his breath.