Chapter 73 – (Episode 73) 11. Compassion and Mercy

(Episode 73)

“Ahhh…”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Yes? Ah… Have I lost my mind? Ah… Whoa! Ruler… For a moment… Whoops! Haha! Heh!!”

Receiving Olivia’s kind smile, Riya opened her eyes, and her eyes widened again at the intense stimulation that soared from her lower body.

“Whoa… After all, it’s much better to fuck when there’s a reaction! Haaaaa… !!”

“Hi-geuk! Uh… How… Hey hey! There… What’s there and how… Whoops! Stop… ! Weird… , Energy… Feel… ! Ahhh… Aaaaa!!!”

It would be an unbearable stimulus just to use the butt hole, which has been used only as an exit all my life, as an entrance.

Here, she is hugged by a woman who thought she was an angel and is being forcibly fucked in both holes, so it is natural that she feels strange.

“Haaa… Lia… , Do you like what I do? Aww! Do you like it when I fuck you? Ahhhhh… Tell me, okay?”

“What… I don’t know! Aww!! How does your sister… Hahah! Please live… My sister is a girl, but how… Ahhh… This… Weird… A strange feeling… Aaaaa… !!”

Like Erin and Olivia, Riya’s body has changed not only on the outside, but also on the inside.

Originally, she was a body that had nothing to show off other than her cute and pretty face, but she almost lost her charm and function as a woman due to indiscriminately repeated rape on a refugee boat.

Now, not only has every inch of her body become flawlessly beautiful, but every single one of them has become sensitive enough to respond to someone’s touch.

However, it was the first stimulation she had experienced in her life, and the act of driving her from behind reminded her of the nightmare she had experienced on a refugee boat, and she did not fully feel that the strange feeling of numbness all over her body was pleasure.

“Wow… ! Butt… Huh! I think Riya is better, whoa! Mi… I’m sorry Olivia… !”

Not Riya, who was in the middle, but Olivia, who was driving her from the bottom to the top, responded to Han Myung-sik’s praise.

Haha… Anything else? Anything else is good for me, right? Aww… Tell me you like me better, master! Heehee!! I… I can’t live without my master’s love… , Ahhhhh… Go… Gaa!! Hyaaaaa!!!”

Whether praised or abused, Olivia is a meat urinal who has been thoroughly tamed to take pleasure in the stimulation of her master.

It was the first time he felt the touch of her soft, battered breasts, then Olivia hugged her tightly and felt the intense stimulation radiating through her body as she kissed her.

“Aaaaa… Haha! Olivia unnie is on my body… Oh no! How could this… ! Ahhh… What… Something is coming… ! Ahhh… Aaaaa!! Haaaaa!!!”

Han Myeong-sik and Olivia could clearly see Riya’s orgasm through the pillars that were inserted into each of the two holes.

“What should I do… I’m going again! Hauuuuu!!”

“Whoa… Me… Me too… ! Whooooo!!”

The moment when the three of them reached the climax at the same time, the exploding heat and rough breath filled the spacious hotel suite.

Riya, who was soaked like a sponge in the weight, body temperature, and body fluids of the two, seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper somewhere from which she could not escape.

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“Sobbing… Hehe… Whoops… Whoa!”

After her deed, Riya, who had been thrown out on the bed, covered her face and body with her sheet and burst into tears.

“Don’t cry, Liya.”

“How do you two? , Whoaaaaang!”

As Olivia approached and comforted her, she wept louder and more sorrowful. Han Myeong-sik, who was not able to see it, threw out a word.

“Why do you struggle and cry because you like it too? Didn’t you have all kinds of experiences on the refugee boat?”

“Babe!”

“Don’t be too nice to Olivia, why are you crying because she said she had nothing to offer but her body and accepted it.”

The tone was so cold, but it was true, so Riya immediately stopped crying and sat up.

“Crime… Sorry… , I just…”

“I… Were you surprised by this body?”

“Yes…”

“Can you believe it if my original body was male?”

“Yeah?!!”

Of course it’s unbelievable. Liya opened her mouth wide and looked around at Olivia’s dazzling naked body.

“She is a real woman now. Look here.”

“Ah… But how did this… ?”

I spread her legs to reveal her pussy, which was still oozing out, and my eyes were fixed on the baby peppers and eggshells that were clinging to them.

“This is all thanks to the master.”

“Main… I am… ?”

Riya’s gaze shifted to the huge pillar of Han Myeong-style who grinned as she took out a cold beer from her refrigerator and brought it to her.

“Take a cool sip.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not angry, so relax.”

“Yes…”

As Riya stared intently at Olivia sitting on her lap and drinking the same beer bottle affectionately as hers, Riya suddenly felt lonely.

“You come here too.”

“Yes?”

“One leg is empty, come here.”

Pretending to defeat her, she sneaked up to her and gently placed her bouncy buttocks on her as Riya looked at the two of them with a cute expression.

“How did you know my heart?”

“I didn’t know, I just did it to have them sit on either side of me and have fun with them.”

“Yes? Town!”

He wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed her breasts so tightly that he would burst into her kisses, causing Riya to drop her beer bottle from her clutches.

“I’m sitting here for this, so shall we taste the other side?”

“Hueup! Haaa…”

As I watched her intense kisses and caresses right in front of her nose, her sunken body instantly jumped up.

“You two are really beautiful, like real angels, and they look good together.”

“You have nothing to envy.”

“Me too?”

“Go and look in the mirror again.”

“…”

You don’t have to look in the mirror, you can tell enough with Han Myung-sik’s rough touch, conveyed through her bosom and pressed buttocks.

Olivia smiled enchantingly as her kisses and caresses brought back what was once a baby pepper.

“You keep calling us angels, don’t you really think so?”

“That is…”

“My master is a special person, but I’m just a toilet bowl.”

“You… Is it a meat urinal? What is it?”

“Tell me a bitch like me who is abused because she is the basest and dirtiest among sex slaves.”

Olivia, who made a self-tortured confession, gasped for breath and began to squirt her love juices out of her two holes.

“It’s the most beautiful and lovable toilet base in the world, isn’t it better to be abused by me?”

“Yes… Ahhh… ! That… Then… Hiyiyi!!”

As Han Myeong-shik whispered in her ear and swiped her milk, Olivia immediately reached the climax and sprayed her love juice on Riya’s face and her chest right in front of her.

“Kyaaaaa!!”

“How about it, now you know that Olivia is not a man?”

“Yes…”

Even though she was pregnant, she was honestly worried about what would happen if her precious new body got dirty again.

“Do you want to suck Olivia and mine at the same time?”

“Is it fast?”

“Haven’t you ever tried fellatio? Were you promised to get married?”

“With him…”

My lover couldn’t do it, but I recalled the memory of washing the stench and debris on her refugee boat countless times, even vomiting.

“You haven’t tried it, then do it next time if you feel like it.”

“In fact… Forced on the boat…”

“Okay? So the trauma must be quite severe?”

“…”

She had an extreme aversion to not only fellatio, but her sexual act itself, to the point that her ego was on the verge of collapse.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t like it, but did you feel good when the master did it for you?”

“Yes… It was good, it was the first climax I felt since I did it right before I fled to Eritrea with him.”

“Tell me honestly, did you like it better than when you were with her lover?”

“…”

Not being able to answer is proof that Olivia’s point is true. Liya hesitated for a moment, then she gently fell to her knees.

“Can you wash it?”

“I will try.”

“Don’t force it, you have to really want it so that you feel better too.”

“…”

Riya’s large eyes, looking up at her round, cute face, were clearer and clearer thanks to her light brown, shiny skin.

“I’m fine, so just touch the master’s with your hands.”

At Olivia’s kind invitation, Riya took her deep breath and she carefully placed her hand on the huge monolithic pillar.

“Whoa… Are your hands soft and nice?”

“Joy! Are you better than me?”

“Why is this toilet so cute? If you keep doing this, she turns you into a 16-year-old!”

“Kyaa~ I like it! Hurry up and make me 16… Aww! Even Riya is mine… Haha…”

Riya, who started stroking her Olivia’s as well, was lost in her appreciation for her own hands, not her rejection of her breasts.

Although she was a teacher, she lived a life of farming and trading in the field, so she was dark and rough.

Looking at her immaculate, smooth and soft hands with only a hint of light brown in them, her emotions crossed over.

Thinking that these might be the hands of a real woman who is loved by men, I was trying to compare them, but Olivia’s hand came down to stroke the pillar of her Han Myeong-style.

“Ah…”

Seeing that her hand, which was as soft and clean and pretty as her beautiful face, was just like hers, Riya put a huge pole into her mouth in her ecstatic mood.

“Huh! Haaaaa… Is it because her lips are thick?”

“Are you feeling good?”

“Yes I’m fine. Don’t overdo it and take turns sucking Olivia’s.”

“Yes, chump chump chump chump”

Han Myeong-sik got up from her seat and stood facing Olivia with Riya in the middle.

The exhilarating pleasure of looking down at the 8-headed African beauty who was holding the two pieces of food with both hands and turning her face to suck them spread throughout her body.

“Olivia, does it feel different from receiving it from Erin?”

“Huh! Yes… Ahhhhh… What… I feel something more bizarre… Hey! Great… , Haaaaa… !”

“Liya, how does it feel to serve your master?”

It was Olivia, not Riya, who noticed the intent of the question. It was like touching the painful history of Africans, but the person concerned did not care.

“Churu group Haah… I feel good… I was hesitant because of the memories I had on the boat, but now I don’t have bad thoughts anymore.”

“I risked my life to cross the Mediterranean and lost my lover. How does it feel?”

“…”

“From now on, I have to serve my toilet as the owner, but do you feel good?”

The service, which was inexperienced but sincere, was stopped. Saying it so bluntly, Riya is not stupid enough to not notice her intentions.

“Why… Do you speak that way?”

“Because it’s true, when the daughter in your womb is born, it should live as a slave just like you, but does that feel good?”

“…”

Olivia was about to say something when she saw Riya’s tears welling up in her innocent, big eyes.

“Why do you think I saved and brought you?”

“That… Yeah…”

“Did you think we were real angels?”

It’s not a conversation worth exchanging with both sides sticking out the stiff yangmul, but Riya continued to hold onto it as if it were her lifeline and asked in an earnest voice.

“Then did you rescue me to enslave me?”

“Of course, didn’t you say with your mouth that the only thing you can show off is your body?”

“But…”

“Tell me what you can do other than being a slave, then I’ll give you the nationality of the country you want right away, a job, and a house.”

“…”

I was only able to pretend to be a teacher when I was in Eritrea and in short English, and even my pretty face is recognized only among black people.

She wondered why the person who bestowed her graces and miracles was suddenly acting like this, but Liya couldn’t help but hang her head in misery.

(Continued on next episode 74)