Suddenly three figures approached.
Rias felt it first a faint, unpleasant disturbance that settled behind her eyes like a mild headache.
She turned, already frowning.
Standing a short distance away were three people who had, for reasons unknown, decided to strike dramatic poses as if they had just stepped out of a low-budget music video.
The man in the center was the most eye-catching.
He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, black-tinted sunglasses covering his eyes, a massive silver cross hanging from a thick chain around his neck, and a mouth full of gleaming grills.
Everything about him screamed flashy excess.
Flanking him were two young women dressed in a twisted parody of nun habits.
Instead of conservative robes they wore short, tight leather jackets left completely open, making it obvious they wore nothing underneath.
Mini skirts rode high on their hips, fishnet stockings clung to their legs, and tall heels completed the look.
Both were undeniably attractive in a deliberately provocative way.
‘ Is this who they sent?
‘ Ren thought, unimpressed.
‘They look more like a pimp and his hoes than people from the Vatican.’
The man in the middle flashed a wide, gold-toothed grin.
“If it isn’t Sirzechs’ baby sister.
You’re as beautiful as the picture they gave us.”
Rias regarded the trio with a bored, almost tired expression.
“Well, if you know who my brother is, then you also know that if you tried anything you’d regret it.
Right?”
“Why of course,” the man replied smoothly, still smiling.
“What we’re here for isn’t you, young beautiful lady.
It’s that man next to you.
Or should I say… sinner.”
Ren and Rias exchanged a brief glance.
He let out a quiet sigh, stood up, and walked toward the three without hurry.
“Alright,” he said flatly.
“What is it you want?”
The man gestured with his cigarette.
“It wouldn’t be nice if we had this conversation in public.
So let’s head to the motel I rented.”
‘ Why do I have to suffer?’ Ren thought.
He glanced back at Rias.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Then, without further protest, he fell into step behind the strange trio and followed them away from the courtyard.
When they arrived at the motel, the situation had already shifted.
Father Pimp had disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Ren seated on the edge of the bed with the two women.
Neither of them bothered hiding their interest.
They pressed close on either side of him, voices soft and syrupy as they flooded him with compliments.
“You’re cute…”
“Want me to bless you?”
“I’ll convert you with this holy body…”
Ren of course, made zero effort to push them away.
He simply let them cling to him one on his left, the other on his right while their hands explored with open curiosity.
After a moment both girls leaned in at the same time, tongues sliding out to drag slowly across his cheeks and the corner of his mouth.
‘ I don’t thank ROB enough, you know,’ he thought, already wrapping an arm around each of them.
His hands slid under their open jackets and closed over their bare breasts, kneading the soft flesh without hesitation.
Both women made soft, approving sounds and pressed closer.
The bathroom door opened.
Father Pimp stepped out shirtless, revealing a solid, heavily muscled torso that didn’t match the flashy pimp aesthetic at all.
‘Sleeper build,’Ren noted.
The man smiled, completely unbothered by the scene on the bed.
“I see you’re enjoying my girls.
Nice.
Well, Ren… we didn’t really come here to fight or anything.
I’m sure you’ve already picked that up.”
He lit a fresh cigarette and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.
“We just wanted to know if you’d like to join our faction.
Or if you don’t want that, maybe support us when we ever need you one day.
Not a war, per se… but if push comes to shove, we’ll need someone like you.”
When he finally pulled back he answered easily.
“I plan on staying neutral, honestly.”
Father Pimp nodded, unfazed.
“Figured you’d say that.
I’m not mad.
Young blood like you isn’t usually into politics.
I understand.” He took another drag.
“Well, that’s all, kid.”
Ren disentangled himself just enough to look at the man and smile.
“You’re pretty chill, unc.”
“Just living what’s left of my life, kid.
Which is why I have two hot girls beside me at all times.”
Ren smirked.
“You might just be my new role model.” he chuckled.
“But I gotta go now, girls.
That red-haired lady is waiting for me.”
Both women immediately pouted, voices turning cutesy and coaxing.
“Come on, don’t leave…”
“Yes… I’ll give you my forbidden hole if you want…”
Father Pimp barked out a laugh.
“You can’t leave now.
Don’t worry, kid.
I’ll let you have the room.
It’s time for me to try these famous massage parlors in Japan.”
He shrugged into his coat, settled the heavy cross chain back around his neck, and adjusted his hat.
One last grin flashed, gold grills glinting.
“Have fun.
I trained them well.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Ren sat there for a second, then let out a short sigh and stood.
He pulled out his phone, set a ten-minute timer, and placed it on the nightstand.
“Alright.
Ten minutes.
That’s all.”
“That’s more than enough,” the two women answered in perfect unison.
“Great.
What are your names?”
“I’m Sister Beatrice.”
“Sister Camila.”
“Nice to meet you two.”
Ren began undressing without ceremony, peeling off each piece of clothing until he stood completely naked.
His cock was already hard, standing thick and heavy.
Both women stared openly.
‘ I thought Japanese men had below-average sizes,’ they both thought at the same time.
Ren glanced at the phone, then at them.
“Let’s begin.”
He started the timer.
0:00
The timer started with a soft beep.
Ren didn’t hesitate.
He shoved Beatrice onto her back, yanked her skirt and fishnets down in one rough motion, and spread her thighs.
Camila watched with a hungry little smile as he lined up and drove in to the hilt.
Beatrice’s sharp gasp turned into a high, broken moan the second he bottomed out.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap
He set a hard, punishing rhythm right away.
The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with the creak of the cheap motel bed. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
1:30
“F-fuck—yes—!” Beatrice cried out, voice already shaky.
Camila crawled up, straddled her face, and lowered herself with a soft, needy sigh.
Beatrice’s tongue went to work immediately.
Wet, messy licking sounds joined the steady (plap) of Ren fucking her.
Camila’s moans were lower, breathier.
“Mmmh… good girl…”
3:00
Ren pulled out with a wet (schlick), flipped Beatrice onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind.
The new angle made her scream into Camila’s pussy.
He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of Camila’s hair, and pulled her closer so he could bury his face between her thighs while he kept railing Beatrice.
Camila’s thighs clamped around his head.
“Ahh—!
Tongue… right there—!” Her voice cracked into a high, trembling moan as she started grinding against his mouth.
The bedframe protested louder.
Wet squelching, skin slapping, two overlapping sets of moans, everything was loud and filthy.
5:00
He switched again.
Camila was on her back now, legs shoved wide.
Ren thrust into her hard enough that her breasts bounced violently with every impact.
Beatrice crawled over her, sat on her face, and leaned down to kiss and bite at Ren’s neck and shoulders while he fucked Camila senseless.
Plap-plap-plap-plap—
Camila’s muffled screams vibrated against Beatrice.
Beatrice’s own moans spilled straight into Ren’s ear.
“Harder… please—use her—”
7:00
Camila came first with a choked, high-pitched cry, walls clamping down hard.
Ren didn’t slow.
He kept pounding her through it until she was a shaking, whimpering mess, then pulled out and shoved back into Beatrice without missing a beat.
Camila, still twitching, crawled behind him and started licking and kissing whatever she could reach, his back, his ass, the place where he was connected to Beatrice while murmuring filthy praise.
The room reeked of sex.
Sweat, cum and perfume.
The wet sounds were constant and shameless.
9:00
Both women were wrecked, flushed, shiny with sweat, legs trembling, voices hoarse from moaning.
Ren finally pulled out completely.
Thick, glistening cock bobbing in front of their faces.
“Open,” he ordered.
They obeyed instantly, tongues out, mouths open, eyes glassy with pleasure.
9:45
He stroked himself twice and came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum painted their faces in messy stripes, across cheeks, tongues, lips, and down onto their breasts.
Beatrice let out a soft, satisfied moan as it landed.
Camila giggled breathlessly, tongue still out, catching as much as she could.
More ropes streaked across their chests and collarbones until both of them were marked and messy.
10:00
The timer beeped
Ren exhaled, looking down at the two thoroughly used women lying tangled together, faces and tits covered in his cum, still panting in pure, fucked-out pleasure.
“That was fun, girls.
But I have to go.”
With a casual snap of his fingers, Ren’s clothes reappeared on his body in an instant shirt, pants, everything perfectly in place as if he’d never taken them off.
He gave the two thoroughly spent women one last glance.
Beatrice and Camila were still sprawled breathing hard and looking completely blissed out.
He turned and walked out without another word, the motel door clicking shut behind him.
‘ I wouldn’t mind doing that again,’ he thought, a small grin tugging at his mouth as he stepped back into the late-afternoon sunlight and headed toward where he’d left Rias.
TO BE CONTINUED
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