Chapter 629 – Lovers’ Bazaar in Disarray (7)

Raising a large breed dog is an overwhelming affair.

And taking care of a woman akin to a large dog is even more so.

“Ugh.”

Unlike small dogs that just climb onto your stomach or perch beside your knee, it’s different.

She thrillingly inserts her arm between my armpits and touches my navel. Cornus, leaning her chest forward, wedges her soft thigh between my legs.

– Squeeze, squeeze.

Such strength. Her breasts are tightly pressed, squashed into an oval shape.

“Eh….”

A euphoric sensation that can’t be hidden by a mere layer of cloth. As I unwittingly let out a dizzying breath, Cornus’ pupils dilate in response.

Has the switch been flipped?

– Swish.

The touch becomes progressively rougher, the contact area expanding. She rubs her soft underwear against my thigh…

– Swish. Swish. Swish.

The top of my pants moistens with a sticky fluid. Following that, an intense breath escapes Cornus’ lips.

“Huff…huff….”

As she gently rubs her own breasts, I feel the rounded center through the fabric.

“Uh, yes. Sieon… ah.”

Soon, Cornus’ mouth, having explored my body, gapes open.

– Drip.

Saliva trickles between her lips. Like a cute puppy, she looks up at me and licks her lips.

She firmly squeezes the inside of my thigh with her soft hand, sending a cute signal.

“Sieon. Me. Feed me.”
“Suddenly…?”

Her usual languid golden eyes remain, but her voice is distinctly laced with lust.

Cornus, who’s gripped the waistband of my pants, flutters her eyes adorably.

“…Then can we do it differently…? Hmm…. Please feed Cornus the puppy, woof woof?”
“…Are you seriously doing this?”

The Golden Retriever in her quickly agrees. She brings her hands together and tugs my pants.

“Heh heh.”

Astounding acting skills, always at the ready. Cornus’ genius isn’t merely centered on her chest and sword.

Frankly, it’s a bit of a shock to hear such words from a face that hasn’t lost any of its dignity.

Before I know it, Cornus – positioned beneath my pants – pulls them down with her mouth…

– Whoosh!

– My cock, having received the signal, springs forth and pokes Cornus’ cheek.

“…!”

With her eyes sparkling, Cornus takes it in without a moment’s hesitation.

– Slurp, slurp!!

“Mmm, uh!”

Cornus, rolling my large glans inside her cheek, looks up at me endearingly.

“Cornus, if you do it too suddenly… Ah!”
“Sieon, your dick is delicious….”

The stimulation is too intense.

No matter how many women I’ve embraced, the women in this house are of a different dimension.

Imbued with the lifeblood of the World Tree, these beings surpass all others, their bodies finely tuned to provide men with utmost satisfaction. The body of Sansuyu, the highest of nobles, sends electric sensations from the very first touch of her skin.

‘Ah… Exhausted. My body refuses to respond.’

It’s difficult to resist the sudden actions of Sansuyu.

“Since I don’t have much of my cigar left… Howup.”
“Eh, ugh. Hmmph…! Wait, Sansuyu, you haven’t even bathed yet.”
“?”

At the mention of her not having bathed, she prominently uses her tongue. Sansuyu, stimulating the spherical part in her mouth with the tip of her tongue.

‘…Ah.’

My thighs succumb to the inescapable pleasure.

“It smells delightful.”

You would think she was an actual puppy.

– Mmmpf!

“Ugh!”

Half swallowed, she lets the copious saliva dribble down her throat. After lavishly sucking on the messy phallus, Sansuyu’s head slowly draws back.

She reveals her cute, rosy tongue.

“Ah~ The tongue that licked the master’s cock.”

It’s beautiful, glistening with moisture.

The Sansuyu I knew was naive and pure, a girl untouched by carnal knowledge. It’s truly peculiar.

This is even more true than what I’d heard before.

‘Nobles aren’t supposed to show their tongues.’

The women of the Cornus family, by house rules, are not to open their mouths wide enough to reveal their tongues.

She adheres to all these minor details, a girl who has unknowingly maintained her decorum.

“…”

Unthinkingly, I extend my hand. Sansuyu approaches with a vacant yet adorable expression.

– Mmmpf.

“Sieon’s finger… Mm..”

She unfurls her soft tongue completely, licking my hand.

Sansuyu, after licking my hand until it’s sticky with saliva, bites down on my cock and swallows.

“Mmmpf, um… Mmm!”

She eagerly licks up and down the shaft like a dog mad for its meal, puckers her lips, and leaves a small mark.

It’s said that dogs secrete a large amount of oxytocin just by making eye contact with humans. A puppy can easily feel happiness just by making eye contact, the same way humans feel when they do something special in a relationship.

I look down at Sansuyu.

– Mmmpf, Mmmpf, Mmmpf.

She appears to be seeking a comfortable position because her jaw is weary.

“Um?”

When our eyes meet, she wiggles her bottom and grins.

[Sieon is my favorite master!]

Just as I was about to be healed by her smile.

– Gulp.

A wave of pleasure comes crashing in the next moment. Sansuyu, who has gripped and pulled at my waist with her hands, swallows my long cock whole.

Sansuyu continues to gulp it down despite the occasional surge of nausea.

“Mmm… Mmmpf, Mmmpf…!”
“Eh, ugh!”

At the approaching intense sensation of climax, Sansuyu’s head moves back and forth repeatedly.

Sansuyu, the giver of pleasure, alternately without relent.
Her tongue swirls incessantly, presenting an unending soft stimulus.

“…Sansuyu.”

At the sound of the intoxicating voice, Sansuyu nods her head, as if urging promptness.

The tip of her tongue taps the head of the glans. As if it had been yearning, a torrent of viscous semen explodes into Sansuyu’s mouth.

-Puuuuu!

Gulp.
The sound of swallowing resonates.

She seals her lips, ensuring not a drop escapes her mouth, swallowing every bit of the forthcoming semen.

Such a potent stimulus.

“Hoo… hoo…huff…!”

She finds herself involuntarily holding her breath.
Sansuyu, her cheeks filled with the swallowed semen.

Just as she contemplates whether she’s had enough, Sansuyu’s tongue once again brushes the tip of the glans.

-Startled!

‘Ah….’

Untimely pleasure sends twitches through her thighs.
She attempts to hastily push Sansuyu’s head away.

-Chuuuup.

Adding stimulation upon stimulation, she climaxes once more.
Sansuyu, who targeted the sensitive glans, receives a second supply of semen.

“Uh… uh.”

-Gulp, gulp.

As if sucking on a rubber hose dispensing water.
She repeats the act of swallowing several times, again stirring sensation with her tongue.

“Su, Sansuyu… . Three times is…!”
“Uh… .”

She can’t speak, busy consuming.
Sansuyu, who had been swallowing the semen, signals her not to pull away yet.

The cost of feeding a large dog is astronomical.

‘Damn.’

“Uh!?”

Once more, the rush of ejaculation brings a wave of bliss into Sansuyu’s mouth.

-Gulp, gulp.

This time, the volume is rather substantial, pure white semen trickling from the corners of her mouth.
Sansuyu tries to catch the escaping semen with one hand. Sensing my intent to withdraw, she hurriedly wraps that hand around my waist.

She’d choose a steady supply of cock over a single drop running down her chin.

“Chuuuup.”
“Sansuyu, please… ah.”

I didn’t anticipate pleading.
Six times.

This body, now a vessel for King Mokryeong, experiences a pleasure during climax that’s unparalleled.
The narcotic hormones flooding my brain throw me into a daze.

“Hey, hey… stop. Sansuyu, no, doggie… You should listen, huh?”

-Rolling.

“Sansuyu…!”

Gulp, gulp.

Sansuyu’s cheeks hollow, as if she’s sucking the cheese from rice cakes.

“Uh, uh…!”

Midway, she falls silent, consumed by the ecstasy.
I wonder if the women who’ve experienced this with me felt the same.

“Uh… Chuuuup… Master’s meals are so good.”

Sansuyu, with an expression of utmost satisfaction, licks the remaining liquid from around her mouth with her tongue.

And then, as if her actions weren’t reprehensible at all.

“It’s Si Eon’s work. Since Si Eon asked me to do many strange things…”

Sansuyu spoke, filling my fading vision with her breasts.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

At that moment, in the living room.

The women were beautifully tipsy. Those who had continued to lose at rock-paper-scissors, their ranks constantly slipping.

Se-Young, Byul, Alba, Blanche.

The four of them locked gazes, sensing the turning of the tide.

“Sigh…”
“…”

Byul rose from the sofa, her face stern. Scattered before her were beer cans, haphazardly strewn about.

“Perhaps it’s time we rise?”

As if agreeing with her, Blanche and Se-Young stood up.

“Yes.”

Blanche, the sage, had a premonition.

The tolerance she had built up to enjoy lengthy drinking sessions with Si-heon had found its purpose here. She even employed her magic to dispel the effects of the alcohol. Blanche surveyed the room, her eyes falling on those already defeated.

-I’m off to sleep.

Gu-seul, after a series of suspiciously well-known drinking games, had retreated to her bedroom.

-Dowon, ohhh…

Cornus, dragging a pitiable Hong-Yeon out, who was then discarded on the floor.

-…Master.

Ebony, intoxicated merely by the scent of alcohol, was asleep. And the novice Healer, unfamiliar with alcohol, had compliantly drunk herself unconscious. Tae-yang had departed, while Aori mounted the table, ready to preside over the rock-paper-scissors adjudication.

Only four remained.

Wiki, clutching an apple juice, was also present, but Wiki was still a child, struggling to keep up with the cognitive prowess of the four adults.

“One o’clock in the morning.”

Byul’s firm voice echoed.

“We’ve become close enough.”

They had sung, played games, even laughed heartily at Wiki.

The women, disliking boisterousness, had quietly savored their wine while sharing various tales about Lee Si-heon.

-Thunk.

Alba rose from her spot, gently caressing her slightly flushed cheek as she spoke.

“It seems so. We’ve drunk quite enough.”
“Hmm, you call that drinking?”

Byul, the audacious one, crossed the line as familiarity grew. Alba merely shrugged at Byul’s taunt.

“We’ve drunk plenty.”
“The world has turned delightful! Using magic during a drinking party, oh dear.”

If there was an unspoken rule at the academy, company or Hunter’s Association drinking parties, it was to refrain from using magic to ward off drunkenness.

“Right, Se-Young?”

Byul pointed to the several stacks of soju and beer crates.

Academy graduates Se-Young and Byul had already adapted to all sorts of drinking parties. They had moderated their drinking in front of Si-heon, but when they decided to let loose, the level was entirely different.

“Ah, these drunken sorceresses.”
“…”

“……”

The two sages locked eyes, and they both let out a dismal sigh, as if releasing a star into the void.

“I don’t feel any shame, for I desire to be with Monchéri in whatever way possible.”

“…Really, what do you plan to do? You, Blanche, have met him frequently. As for Se-Young and me, it’s been three years since we’ve heard anything!”

“Humph.”

The hollow cough of Lee Se-Young from nearby was a secondary concern as the voice of Byul, heavy with tears, broke the silence.

Marronnier pressed her lips together in a tight line.

“I…I understand your feelings, but so what?!… Sister.”

The first rebellion of Bam the cat!
The inebriated Byul scowled, her eyebrows arching into an inverted ‘V’.

“What are the two of you doing?! I have to clear away the cobwebs!”
“I…I also…have a confession to make!”
“What confession?!”
“Just the two of us…let’s drink.”
“Oh! You’re adorably audacious!”

Though their gathering had its share of issues, there was an undeniable joy to it.

‘I wish to share a drink with Monchéri. Just the two of us…’

She desired to make that promise. She planned to offer him the wine she had made by crushing grapes with her own feet, a vintage treasured at her family estate, when it was just the two of them.

‘Blanche, this wine should be shared with the one you’re going to marry.’
‘Marry…you mean a partner?’
‘Yes, with Blanche’s knight.’

The wine of the Marronnier family, crafted when they were fifteen (unofficially) and twenty (officially).

The Marronnier family had a tradition of watching a film depicting the wine-making process as they drank with their intended partner.

‘One exception should be okay! It’s Monchéri, after all!’

She could bend the rules.

‘But…what if he doesn’t take responsibility?’

If he were to drink it all and then refuse her…
It would be rather heart-wrenching.
Marronnier’s hair drooped in gloom.

‘No.’

She shook her head, rallying her spirits. Her relationship with Monchéri was something she could strengthen herself!

There was no way she would lose.
Marronnier, with a determined set to her brows, cautiously raised her hand to her ear.

“…Shall we begin then, Aori?”
“Yes~!”

Upon Alba’s words, everyone simultaneously raised their hands.
The referee, Aori, stood from the table and bellowed with a voice flushed with excitement.

The crucial game of rock-paper-scissors, wagering time with Lee Si-heon.

“Kings and Queens, extend your fingers! And our beloved princess too! Everyone raise your hands. One, two!”

Se-Young and Alba exchanged knowing smiles.
Wiki, too, raised her hand nonchalantly.
Byul, her teeth gritted, jabbed at the back of her hand, deliberating on her move.

“If you do not play, you lose!”

Scissors.

“Rock!”

Paper!!

-Flash!

The resulting flash indicated the outcome.
Surprisingly, four of them had made the same choice.

Everyone, except for Marronnier, chose paper.
The final choice left to Marronnier was…

‘I’m sorry, my sisters.’

Scissors.

Three years ago. Marronnier, who had become closer to Sephirot after becoming a sage, was now in a position to make various requests.

The task of determining the outcome in a game of rock-paper-scissors was hardly a chore.

【Blancie, charge on~!】

This was a matter that bore no influence on the world. A sanctioned reality. Recognizing this, Alba let out a laugh, as if powerless against it.

Se-Young, too, pondered that a sage might resort to ambiguous calculations, in a similar fashion.

“Argh, my luck has all but abandoned me!!!”

Only the star sprawled on the floor was lamenting its fate to the world.