Chapter 225 – Episode 211 I Can’t Believe This Is What It Feels Like Inside Me… I’m Going to Climax With a Post-Uterine Ejaculation…!!

“Ugh, ugh!! What is this, this…!”

A creepy feeling arises from the protruding end of the uterus.

“Right… Umi? You…”

“Ugh, ugh… W-what is this… I want to take it out, I want to take it out…! Ugh, ugh…!!

As the strong shock enveloped her waist, Umi’s movement to pull backstopped.

“Uh, yes… !!”

“… It’s okay. Let’s do it this way.”

While Umihol was receiving Umi’s moans with slightly rough breathing.

Joo-hyuk, who was watching the scene from behind, spoke with a worried expression.

“Wait a minute, Umihole. Isn’t it dangerous if you and Umi share your senses? That… To Umi.”

“… It’s okay. It seems that the moment the body tries to insert the uterus, the sharing of sensations with the body is cut off. This is probably to prevent stimulation overlap. “

“Ah… Indeed.”

Joo Hyuk nodded his head.
If the sharing of sensations from Umihole to Umi had been maintained, Umi would have gotten the pleasure of having her inserted uterus rubbed and the pleasure of the inserted vaginal wall at the same time.

A level of pleasure that makes you wonder whether the pheasant or the chicken came first.

If that happens, the stimulation surrounding Umi’s uterus will exceed its limits.

Overflow. A hell that never stops.

Cutting off sensory sharing was a natural measure to prevent that.

“Eww… Ugh… !!”

Of course, even so, the stimulation that Umi received was not small.

I just inserted the protruding uterus into Umihole’s vagina.

If you think about it, they probably just put the uterus where it was supposed to be.

That warmth led me to a space where I had never felt beauty before.

‘But… !’

It was different from before.

This pleasure.

He was kind.

The post-womb play that Umi has experienced so far has been far from gentle.

The experience of getting out of the womb is just having the fragile and sensitive mucous membrane being rubbed here and there, being brushed, and the wind blowing…

It was a violent pleasure that made me feel goosebumps all over my back and that I couldn’t even walk properly.

The uterus is crushed, squeezed mercilessly, and pushed around with a Magical Rabbitfoot vibrator.

If we were to classify the nature of pleasure, it would be close to the [Explosion] Type.

The pleasure that Umi experienced was the kind that made her feel absurd about her own erotic body going through such acts.

But this is different.

The warm mucous membrane of Umihole is gently massaging the cervix and licking it seductively.

The inside of Umihole, which was constantly contracting and tightening, fit perfectly as if the uterus had found its place.

A pleasant sensation that permeates subtly and calmly, as if spreading on the surface of the water.

My toes twitch and curl from the pleasure, and my waist moves of its own accord.

“Huh… !!”

When Umi is intoxicated with that sensation,

As the cervixes touched each other with a swooshing sound, semen bubbles filled the vagina.

“Hmm… Ugh, uhhh… !!”

Jjook!

The intense feeling of ejaculation that follows at the end of the cervix kiss.

“Huh, uh… This… Something like this… !! Ahhh!!”

Byurut… !

The semen remaining in Umi’s womb began to vomit out.

“Huh… !!”

Grrrr… !!

The long lingering effects of post-uterine ejaculation continue.

When Umi’s uterus came out of Umihole’s vagina, a long stream of semen stretched out beyond the bulging uterine opening.

“Huh… Ugh, hoo… Phew…”

The end of a lingering feeling that makes you feel dizzy.

As soon as I corrected what was left on Umi’s thigh, the graffiti disappeared like snowflakes melting in the white winter.

And.

As if announcing the end of Umi’s short yet long life as a sex slave,

Drops of semen dripped from the tip of Umi’s twitching cervix.

* * *

Successfully transferred the six-year slave contract to Umihol.

Umihole is originally an onahole that is no different from a sex slave, and the stock is also a fixed amount, so the penalty is meaningless.

With this, Woomi is free from the situation of having to get semen from Joo-hyuk every day.

Since she went through a lot of trouble and was freed from the six-year slave contract, it’s okay to call her happy.
Due to the successive sex, Umi’s mind was as if she had lost her soul.

“… Are you okay?”

“Uh, uhm…”

“Shall I get you up?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay… Now, I’ll just stay like this for a moment.”

Woo-mi, leaning against Joo-hyuk’s body and breathing heavily, was enjoying the lingering scent that enveloped her whole body.

Behind Umi, Joo-hyuk once again felt his lower body getting hot.

Umi’s thin neck and breath mixed with an obscene smell.

Warm body temperature and beautifully curved back.

And Umi’s plump butt in close contact with the penis.

Umi, who was constantly letting out erotic moans, was panting with her soft uterus pressed against Joo-hyuk’s chest.
What is gushing out beyond the uterus, making a gurgling sound, is the last remaining semen.

It’s impossible not to get an erection again after seeing something like that.

Tuk-tuk.

As Joo-hyuk’s erect cock rose and poked around her ass, Umi shook her womb and raised her eyes.

“Ha… Ha… Uh, why… Also… ?”

“… No, because this is a physiological phenomenon… Umi, you are so… That…”

Umi turned her head to see the penis twitching near her womb.

“… Now I… Hmm… Are you sad that you don’t feel the need to do dirty things to me?”

“No… “That is.”

“To be honest… “Tell me.”

“… Umm.”

If you ask me, it’s a shame.

The sex slave contract that created a ‘routine’ for Umi to receive and consume his own semen every day was like a string that connected Umi and herself.

However, Joo-hyuk could not easily express his regret to Woo-mi, who had to endure pain in order to eat the bitter, fishy semen and because he did not know if she would come into heat at any moment every day.

However, contrary to Joo-hyuk’s thoughts, Woo-mi turned her head and said something unexpected.

“… “I will do it if you need it.”

“… Huh?”

“What I’m eating still doesn’t taste good… It’s hard, but… Well, so… !”

Umi pouted her mouth and looked down at the cock tapping near her womb.

“… Thank you.”

There was sincerity in those words.

“If you were going to treat me like a slave, you were in a position where you could force me.”

The moment when one is bound by a master-slave relationship called a six-year slave contract.

There was definitely a distinction between top and bottom.

The condition of the contract is that Umi, the sex slave, will go into heat if she does not receive the master’s semen every day.

This condition is between master and six slaves… It appears to be a difficult condition for both sides,

In fact, there is nothing to lose in the owner’s situation.

If you were in a position where you didn’t care whether the sex slave was in heat or not.

No, rather, if there was a purpose to use this to control the leash of Umi, who had become a sex slave.

Depending on Joo Hyuk’s attitude. Following orders, following change of mind.

Umi’s life could have fallen into the abyss at any time.

If he gives orders with a wrong mind.

Umi wouldn’t have been able to resist the Omangko dance on the street.

“… But you treated me as an equal at every moment and did your best to release me from my six-year slave contract.”

Because Umi knew that, she expressed her sincerity.

“It will continue to be like this… If you have a mission… I’m only asking you to do it. Even then… Please take care of me?”

“Yes.”

Joo-hyuk smiled softly in response to Woo-mi’s words.

“… By the way, just a moment ago, the inside of my uterus was… Was it filled like that?”

Umi turned her gaze toward Umi Hall.

Because Umihole was transformed into a transparent Onahole, its appearance could be seen from outside.

The lump of semen that Umi’s uterus spewed out filled Umihole’s uterus, making a gurgling sound.

Semen that starts from the cervix, passes through the cervix, and reaches the ovaries.

It had a beautiful appearance, like a white scale.

… But.

“… Pregnancy… “You won’t do it, right?”

Now that the sex slave contract has been dealt with, a realistic problem has come.

Umi’s uterus, which has not lost its plumpness, still has semen residue that has not yet been squeezed out.

After confirming through Umihole’s uterus that semen had been collected into the inside of the uterus, Umi began to feel a cold sense of anxiety.

“If you use Mr. Ara’s Magical Toothbrush, you will be able to clean thoroughly.”

“Well, that’s a bit…” !”

Umi Hall, who was quietly listening to Umi and Joo-hyuk’s story, lowered her face near Umi’s womb.

“Yes, I will handle it.”

The sight of Umi Hole flicking her tongue made Umi swallow her saliva, anticipating what was to come for her.

“… What, what? Now, wait? Ha, don’t… ! Well, even now, I’ve gone so far that my back feels like it’s going to give out… !”

Despite Umi’s resistance, Umi Hall grabbed Umi’s thighs and opened her small mouth.

“Haup.”

“~~~!!!”

As Umi Hall flicks her tongue, it reaches into her opened cervix.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn… !”

Umi’s waist arches, and the already sensitive area is covered with the moist and warm mucous membrane of the mouth, which is as warm as the vagina.

“Well, if you suck like that… Ugh, ugh!!”

Despite Umi’s resistance, Umihole continues to use her tongue meticulously to spotless the inside of the womb.

“Jjuup… Jjuup… !”

“Ugh… !!”

Umihole’s intense fellatio that does not let go of even a single drop of remaining semen.

“Huh, huh… !!”

Pong!

When the uterine bulb was pulled out from Umihol’s mouth, the uterus, wet with saliva, became saggy and saggy.

“… This makes it neat. I had a good time.”

“Ha… Ha… !”

The entrance to the uterus, which has become particularly shiny, responds by twitching.

Cleaning was perfect.

It must have been licked cleanly all the way to the inside, so when I lowered the cervix, only clear liquid dripped out.

* * *

After completing 3P, Umihole returned to Onahole form.

Unlike when he was transformed into a homunculus using only Onahole, it seemed difficult to maintain his appearance for a long time.

But on the other hand, it means that if you have Onahole, you can call Umihole at any time.

Umi took the remaining Onahole with her, promising her next meeting with Umihole.

“… Well, I would rather use an ordinary onahole than these onaholes…”

“In that case, wouldn’t it be better for me to just keep it? “I’ll give you the price you paid for Onahole.”

“… No!”

Woomi shook off Joo-hyuk’s hand and hugged the paper bag containing the Onahole.

“… Why do you want to use Onahole when I have you?”

“Uh… ?”

“It’s okay! “I’m taking this with me to inform other magical girls about the true identity of the Heart Stone!”

Realizing that she had made a mistake, Umi turned her head and muttered.

“Well, see you later then.”

“Yes…”

Before the atmosphere became awkward, Woomi left Joo-hyuk’s room, which was still filled with an obscene smell.

As the door closed with a thud, Umi let out a hot sigh in front of her room.

“Really… “Yuk slavery would have ended.”

Remembering the look of anticipation on Joo-hyuk’s face along with her own slip of the tongue, Woo-mi muttered her words in a self-deprecating tone.

“Really pervert…” He too… Me too.”