Exactly ten days had passed since Shota was left in Fiana’s care.
Deep down he knew Selma should be returning soon, yet his reproductive instincts showed no signs of fading.
He simply couldn’t stop thrusting his hips into the alluring widow.
Even now, with the sun still high in the sky, he was once again embracing the widow who had completely fallen as his onahole wife, pumping his seed deep into her womb.
“Fiana… I’m about to cum…”
Ever since they had started having raw sex, the two of them had spent nearly all their waking hours making babies.
Shota wanted to claim the exquisite widow completely, from her womb outward.
Fiana wanted to fill the void she had carried for years and once again fulfill her role as a woman.
After countless rounds, the bedroom had turned into a filthy fuck room thoroughly soaked in the stench of sex.
“Aaah ♥ Hurry ♥ Pump your baby milk ♥ straight into my pussy ♥”
Feeling his cock twitch inside her, signaling his impending climax, Fiana showed off the hip movements she had thoroughly learned over the past few days.
She ground her hips in tight figure-eights while keeping their sexes pressed flush together.
The widow lewdly twisted and bucked, begging for his cum.
Even though her womb had already accepted and implanted his fertilized egg, the promise of another reward made her desperately beg.
Her cervix sucked and kissed his glans greedily.
“I’m cumming…!
Here it comes!”
“Yes ♥ Give me your baby ♥ I’ll give birth for you ♥ So please ♥ Shoot it hard ♥ Impregnate meee ♥”
At Shota’s declaration, Fiana tightly wrapped her legs around him.
Her pussy—shaped over many days into the perfect cock sleeve that accepted only this one boy—clung tightly to his beloved master’s cock with no gaps, begging for the most precious seed in the world and guiding him toward the best possible orgasm.
—Dobyuruuuuuuuu!
Dopyu dopyun!
A torrent of magma-hot cum gushed directly into her womb.
The widow, whose body had been broken in by endless pussy plowing and constant creampie orgasms, reached a silent, mind-shattering climax.
“————— ♥”
The way her teeth chattered and her eyes rolled back halfway told the true intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing.
Even so, her beautiful face wore a loose, satisfied smile of pure female fulfillment.
Ah, how sweet it was to have her womb painted white.
In this moment, she was the happiest female in the entire world.
As if to proclaim that, she bared her slender throat and continued letting out wordless, ecstatic moans.
“Ah… ♥ Aaaaaah… ♥”
Eventually, Fiana—her smooth white belly swollen like a pregnant woman’s with his seed—abruptly lost consciousness and collapsed.
“Haa… haa… fuuu…”
Silence returned to the bedroom once her moans died down, broken only by heavy breathing.
Shota, having emptied every last drop of cum into the supreme female, pulled his cock out of her pussy with a satisfied expression.
“Whoa… that’s insane…”
The moment he withdrew, a huge volume of thick white semen gushed out from between Fiana’s legs with lewd squelching sounds.
Shota stared at it and muttered as if it were someone else’s doing.
The steaming, jelly-like cum was so thick and potent that even orcs or goblins couldn’t compare.
Globs of it rippled across the bed like jellyfish washed up on a beach.
There was no need to say whose work it was.
“Maybe I went a bit too far… I’m actually tired.”
His throat was dry and he felt slightly dizzy.
Even the embodiment of lust that was Shota had grown exhausted after nonstop sex—something said to consume stamina equivalent to light jogging.
Even his proud massive cock had shrunk back to a more age-appropriate size.
“Water, water…”
Sweat covering his entire body, Shota reached for the pitcher on the nightstand.
His fingertips bumped into something small and hard.
“Hm?
What’s this…?”
A small object rolled off the shelf with a clatter.
It glinted dully in the faint light—the wedding ring that had once adorned Fiana’s left hand.
Fiana had stopped wearing it the very day after she became the boy’s wife, as if she had no lingering attachment to her late husband.
“Ah…”
Shota’s outstretched fingers missed it.
The ring rolled toward the door.
At that exact moment, the bedroom door opened.
“Wow… things got pretty wild in here.”
“Eh…?”
A familiar, clear voice—half exasperated, half scolding—made Shota let out a dumb sound.
At the edge of his vision swayed a seductive black dress.
The black-haired beauty stood at the bedroom entrance, giving Shota a bewitching smile.
“S-Selma-san!?”
The peerless big-titted witch whose appearance no male could ever forget.
After ten days, Selma reappeared before Shota, her beauty completely unblemished.
“I’m back, Master ♥”
Fresh sweat broke out on Shota’s forehead.
This was awkward.
Extremely awkward.
When he thought about what he had been doing while Selma was risking her life in the underground ruins, it was impossible not to feel awkward.
While you were gone, I was having nonstop breeding sex with the widow.
I just finished making her scream and creampieing her mercilessly until she passed out.
He wasn’t bold enough to say that out loud.
“Um… th-that is…”
Unable to meet her eyes, Shota looked away—only to be greeted by the disastrous state of the bed.
No matter where he looked, the evidence of his debauchery was everywhere.
The entire bedroom was splattered with love juices and semen.
It was a truly wretched sight.
After frantically searching for somewhere safe to rest his eyes, Shota could only hang his head.
Behind him came the sound of sheets rustling.
“Ah… Husband… I’m sorry… I must have passed out—”
Fiana regained consciousness and sat up.
The moment she noticed Selma, she froze just like Shota.
“Ah… S-Selma-san.”
“Fufu, good morning, Fiana.”
“U-um… good morning… to you…”
“Oh?
It’s already past noon, so maybe ‘good afternoon’ would be better?
You sure are a sleepyhead, Fiana.”
“Um… well… that is…”
Fiana’s face turned deathly pale at Selma’s words.
Like a frog frozen under a snake’s gaze.
Or like a cheating wife caught in the act.
She could only tremble, trying to make herself smaller.
“Shall we talk downstairs?”
A heavy atmosphere filled the bedroom, but the witch smiled gently as she spoke.
“I’m not angry, you know?”
The moment the three of them sat facing each other in the living room, Selma spoke those words right away.
Both Shota and Fiana were left speechless.
Her next words were even more shocking.
“After all, I’m the one who set it up.”
“Um… what do you mean…?”
The three of them were currently sitting around the living room table—Fiana on Shota’s left, Selma on his right, sandwiching him.
The witch shook her black hair and gave the two bewildered people a seductive smile.
“When I took Master—that is, Shota—with me to the guild, you met Fiana, right?”
“Y-yes, that’s right… So you call him Master too, Selma.”
“Of course.
I’m Master’s onahole wife, after all.”
Selma proudly thrust out her enormous breasts.
Even Fiana was left stunned, mouth agape.
“Well, after seeing how Master’s huge cock stirred up your pussy and made you fall so completely, I doubt any female could resist him.”
“Y-yes… that’s certainly true…”
The two onahole wives turned heated, almost accusatory gazes toward the boy’s crotch.
Shota shifted uncomfortably, squirming in his seat.
“Back to the story.
When we were at the guild, Master was looking at Fiana with the most blatantly lustful, predatory male eyes.
I thought, ‘Oh, he’s definitely planning to make her his onahole wife.'”
“W-was I looking at her like that…?”
“Very obviously.”
Shota’s face turned bright red.
Selma simply gave her master a mischievous smile.
“So I decided to leave Master with you so you could become his onahole wife.
That’s why I asked you to look after him.”
“But… I was the one who offered to take care of him, wasn’t I?
What would you have done if I hadn’t said anything?”
“I would have made it happen one way or another.
I would have asked you directly or whatever.
Given your personality, I figured you wouldn’t refuse.
And just as I expected, everything went according to plan.”
Selma continued.
“The moment I left Master with you, Fiana, your fate was already sealed.”
“What do you mean…?”
Selma’s slender finger pointed at the black, glossy bracelet on Shota’s wrist.
“Master, you kept it on properly like I asked, didn’t you ♥”
“Y-yeah.
You told me to wear it.”
Shota had kept the bracelet—the one she said would protect him—on at all times, even while bathing.
The witch praised him happily, “As expected of Master, such a good boy,” while deepening her mischievous smile.
“That bracelet was originally called a succubus bangle.
I picked it up during one of my earlier trips into the underground ruins.
I modified it myself.”
“Succubus…?”
“Yes.
A succubus is a type of demon.
I enhanced it, and that’s the bracelet you’re wearing.”
“Um… so that means…?”
The witch looked at the two confused people like a teacher guiding slow students.
“It has both its original effects and the ones I added.
One of them is a charm effect that uses semen as a medium.”
“S-semen… charm…?”
“That’s right.
If the wearer splashes semen on or lets a woman smell it, she becomes lightly charmed.
Fiana, you definitely smelled Master’s cum on the first day, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
She recalled the memory of the day she first took care of the boy.
Indeed, the scent of Shota’s semen had stirred up desires she had forgotten for many years.
“Then… these feelings I have…”
“There’s no need to worry about that.”
Fiana was about to sink into despair, thinking her racing heart had been artificially induced, but Selma cut her off firmly.
“The bracelet doesn’t have the power to make someone fall for a person they have zero interest in.
All it can do is give a tiny push to the feelings that already exist.
In other words, even with the bracelet’s effect, you were already attracted to Master—as a female.”
The moment Selma finished explaining, Fiana’s face flushed deep red with embarrassment.
She had probably already been aware of it—aware that she had been drawn to the excellent young boy as a woman, and that she could never have resisted him.
“Sooner or later, you were going to fall for Master anyway.”
“Is that… something I should be happy about, or…?”
“My, Fiana.
Are you unhappy about becoming Master’s onahole wife—?”
“Of course not!”
Fiana immediately shot back at the provocative remark.
To the widow, Shota had already become an irreplaceable, precious existence.
Becoming one of his onahole wives filled her with joy and happiness.
There was no shame or denial in her heart.
The witch clapped her hands happily at the widow’s resolute answer.
“Then there’s no problem at all.”
“I feel like… I’ve been completely played.”
“Oh dear, calling me a vixen?
I’m not sure that’s much of a compliment.”
“I wasn’t complimenting you…”
The witch and the widow giggled together.
Shota, meanwhile, was completely left out of the conversation.
“Um… Selma.
So what does all this mean exactly?”
“Fufu, Master.
It means this—”
From Shota’s right, Selma pressed her massive breasts against him in a hug.
From his left, Fiana snuggled close, rubbing her big ass against him.
“Both of us big sisters are now Master’s loyal onahole wives.”
“We’re 24/7 on-call raw-sex-ready breeding onaholes who will spread our legs whenever husband wants to fuck us.”
“And of course you can use more than just our pussies.
Anything you want, anytime.”
“We’ll use our mouths, hands, and tits to make your cock feel good and shoot lots of cum for you ♥”
The two perfectly synchronized onahole wives reached out with their slender white fingers toward the boy’s crotch.
Their ten seductive fingers gently stroked and caressed his cock over his pants.
“So from now on, forever…”
Two sweet, melted breaths whispered seductively into his ears, full of lust.
“Please take good care of us, husband ♥”
“Please take good care of us, Master ♥”