“Evelyn, Estelle.”
“Hmph! You finally arrived.”
“…Welco. Ian.”
While I was away, it seed they had drunk so wine, as both of their faces were slightly flushed.
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t drink much?”
“Not much? Around three glasses? Hey, you know how many guys hit on us while you were gone?”
“…What? Who?”
At Evelyn’s words, I looked around us.
“Hehe! Look at those puppy eyes… Just have a drink!”
“…Here, Ian.”
Lord Ian obviously knew what the ‘sothing special’ was, so she didn’t explain it.
Swoosh-
“Ah…Ah!!…Thank you for accepting…this onahole’s chocolate….”
“Good, well done. Is there anything you’d want your master to do for you? I don’t have much ti, so make it quick.”
The Ruler, having placed the chocolates in his pocket, softly smiled.
She was so moved that just recalling this mont could sustain her for years.
‘As expected…such a kind person…’
Without saying, he knew what she wanted and still allowed an onahole to speak.
“…Ah..!…Uh…!…Then…”
Swoosh-
She lifted my uniform top and begged Lord Ian.
“…Please…punish…this…negligent…onahole…for…not…properly…maintaining…herself…”
“…..”
Pwack-!
“──Kkhuueeuuuuh!?!♥♥”
Below the navel, 3.8cm.
The Ruler’s personal punching bag.
She imdiately reached ‘abdominal climax’ from the Ruler’s punch, which showed no rcy.
‘Ohh!♥..This…this is…so, so hot!♥…Kkhhik!!♥’
No matter how much she tried to imitate the punch on my own, her strength would fade at the last mont.
Using tools to hit herself hard wasn’t an option either, as the womb that might soday carry the Ruler’s child could be damaged.
It’s not right.
Every hair, drop of blood, piece of flesh, and bone of hers must be used for the Ruler.
It was unthinkable to damage her body just for her pleasure.
Therefore…
Only the Ruler, the owner of the ‘Omniscience’, could deliver the ‘perfect abdominal punch’ that maximizes pleasure without harming the womb.
“Kkuk!…♥Th, thank you so much!…♥Huuuuh!!…Ha…Hauh!♥”
Clenching her stomach, climaxing from the sensation rising from my womb, she saw the Ruler’s excitent beneath his pants.
“He…Heuk..♥…Lord Ian?…Will…will you use…the onahole♥?”
“…….No, I have plans with Evelyn now. I’ll use you later.”
“Ah…I understand….”
“Alright, onahole, I’ll enjoy this.”
“…Yes…Lord Ian…thank you…”
Click-
As Ian left the office, Laplace, left alone, gradually turned cold.
‘…What’s this?’
Whether used or not.
An onahole like her just needs to follow the Ruler’s will…
‘….’
Laplace Mapleflower frowned, feeling an indescribable emotion boiling inside.
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