"Chu… mm… slurp…"
The soft, wet sounds of their passionate kissing echoed from a quiet corner of the ship, filling the air with an intimate symphony of desire.
"Ahh… Zechs… mm… kiss me… kiss Linlin…"
The two were none other than Asmodeus Zechs and Charlotte Linlin.
While the rest of the crew continued their loud celebration on the main deck, the pair had slipped away to a secluded corner of the ship, far from the noise and prying eyes—
Or so it seemed.
Miss System couldn't resist commenting, [How shameless… doing something like this in the middle of the day, and out in the open too. Chew… chew… The host I've been guiding is becoming more and more perverted. Now you're even leaning toward exhibitionism. What if someone comes and sees you? Aren't you embarrassed, host?]
'Miss System, your words don't sound very convincing when I can hear popcorn crunching and cola being slurped in the background,' Zechs replied inwardly.
[What popcorn? What cola—bleurgh]
'Still going to deny it? Then what was that burp just now, if not from drinking too much cola?'
[Ahem. Host, you shouldn't let your mind wander while you're with a woman, especially someone who is meant to be your future wife. It's not very gentlemanly.]
She tried to steer the conversation away from her slip, discreetly glancing at the cup of cola that had caused her to lose face.
'You're right, Miss System… but…' Zechs smiled faintly. Refusing to let the matter drop, he added teasingly, 'Burping like that while secretly watching your host and his future wife… that's not very proper either, is it?'
[Bah… bah, just forget about it, host.]
Miss System was clearly embarrassed. Her host was far too sly, and he wasn't letting her change the subject so easily.
'Hmm… how could I possibly forget something like that?' Zechs continued, his tone playful. Then he added casually, 'Of course… if you really want me to forget about it… I might consider it. Provided my attention is drawn elsewhere… perhaps by a little secret reward or something.'
[…] Miss System fell silent.
Her host… was actually demanding a bribe from her?
Aside from everything else, the audacity certainly had to be commended…
'What do you think, Miss System?' Zechs asked.
[Ahem… let's discuss that after you're finished with Charlotte Linlin,] she replied.
"Fufu… very well," Zechs murmured, taking her response as tacit agreement. For the moment, he let the matter drop and was about to turn his full attention back to Linlin when Miss System suddenly reminded him of something.
[By the way, host… I'll tell you one more thing… behind those boxes—]
Zechs cut her off before she could finish. 'It's fine, Miss System. I already know,' he thought.
While continuing to kiss Linlin, he subtly glanced in the direction Miss System had indicated and noticed the tip of a pointed nose peeking out. A grin spread across his face. 'Fufu… Streusen. Are you here to watch what Linlin and I are doing? Then go ahead and watch… watch as I enjoy my Linlin in ways you never could.'
With that in mind, Zechs decided to put on a bit of a show for Streusen.
"Slrrp… Linlin… even though you've become so much smaller, your curves are still so captivating," he murmured huskily in a voice somewhat louder than normal as he pressed her back against the rough wooden wall of the ship, his hands exploring tenderly over her chest, caressing and savoring through the thin fabric of her clothes, feeling the soft, inviting warmth beneath.
"Mm… chu… Zechs…" Linlin murmured softly between kisses, her voice breathy and laced with growing desire.
"Well then, shall we unveil them?" Zechs asked as he pulled back slightly, his eyes darkened with passion.
"Hmm…" she nodded, breathing heavily, her thoughts already drifting into a haze of arousal.
Gulp.
A faint swallowing sound came from somewhere in the distance, as anticipation built at the thought of witnessing something he had never seen before.
"Fufu~" Zechs chuckled in amusement and reached out for her clothes that he slid aside. As the fabric parted, her full breasts emerged, swaying softly with an enticing grace that stirred his deepest longing.
Boing~ jiggle~
Unlike the previous night, under the bright sunlight, Zechs had an even clearer view of her form.
Her peaks were plump and prominent, tinted a soft, innocent pink that invited tender attention, while faint veins traced across her sensitive skin, unsurprising given their voluptuous allure. Yet despite their fullness, her breasts remained firm and uplifted, defying gravity in a way that only heightened their enchantment, drawing a sharp swallow from him as his desire deepened.
Feeling his desire-filled, unhidden, adoring gaze on her breasts, Linlin felt a shy flutter, but she didn't mind it; in fact, she felt her nipples hardening, yearning for his touch.
"A-are you just going to stare?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of bashfulness and pulsing need.
"Fufu… of course not," he replied with a soft, teasing chuckle. "How could I simply gaze at these tits of yours? As your future husband, I have to taste them too, right?"
Without waiting for another word from her, he lowered his head. His lips enveloped one hardened peak as he kissed and savored it ravenously, his tongue swirling slowly over the sensitive tip, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, while his hands continued to cradle and caress her other breast, stroking it with deliberate, firm motions that made her gasp.
"Hnn… Zechsss~" Linlin's voice softened into a sultry moan as she trembled from the overwhelming sensation. A deeper blush spread across her cheeks as she looked down at him, watching his passionate, hungry expression while he lavished attention on her breasts like a man entranced.
Unable to hold back the building desire for affirmation and praise, she asked softly, "Do you like them? Do you like my tits?"
At her question, Zechs briefly pulled his lips away with a wet pop, though his fingers continued to toy with her nipples, pinching and tugging them enough to draw out soft, needy whimpers from her as he answered, "Hnn… ahhnnn…"
"Do I like them? Of course I do. How could I not? I'd be a fool if I didn't cherish these generous treasures of yours…"
His words filled her with a warm, intoxicating rush of satisfaction and longing, making her core tighten with anticipation.
Almost instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his head and drew him closer, pressing him firmly against her heaving breasts, urging him to indulge.
"Since you like them so much… then don't stop. Keep savoring them, as much as you desire," she said softly, her tone dripping with yearning.
Zechs naturally needed no encouragement and did exactly that.
In fact, this time, he decided to be more intense with her peaks, nipping them more often and tugging them between his lips, stretching them just enough to draw sharp sighs of pleasure from her.
"Hiis… ahhnnn… a-aren't you being rough…?"
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, pausing briefly.
"No… keep doing what you are doing," she denied immediately, welcoming the feeling as she held him there and allowed him to continue, letting him explore her body as he wished, even allowing him to be somewhat fervent because it heightened her arousal, leaving her intimate folds damp with need.
The sharp edge of sensation blurred into a heady mix of delight and ecstasy that made her thighs press together in longing.
Chu… chu….
…
Hidden behind the stacks of boxes, the small man Streusen watched as Linlin and Zechs embraced, kissing and pressing their bodies together.
A sharp ache tightened in his chest.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as resentment surged within him. When Linlin openly asked for more and did nothing to stop Zechs, even when he handled her roughly, Streusen's expression twisted with hurt and disbelief.
'Linlin… is this what I raised you for? To become like this? H-how could you with someone that's not me…?'
Anger surged within him, fierce, burning, and mixed with a deep sense of humiliation. To him, it felt like betrayal.
He had groomed her, raised her, and shaped her into the future Queen of the Seas. And yet that very Queen was now revealing such a side of herself… and not to him, but to another man. To a man she had only just met yesterday, no less!
How could he not feel furious? How could he not feel wronged by what he was seeing?
Even though he burned with fury, Streusen knew there was nothing he could do to stop Linlin from doing as she pleased. All he could do was remain hidden and watch.
And watch he did.
He watched as Zechs held her, as he enjoyed Linlin's full, curvaceous figure that could birth dozens of children, and he became so absorbed in the scene that he failed to notice the reaction building in his own body, in his crotch that twitched slightly.
No… he did notice.
But the turmoil in his chest burned too fiercely for him to pay it any real attention.
He didn't even realize when anger, humiliation, and something far more complicated began to twist together, when his body reacted to the sight of the woman he had once believed belonged to him now in another man's arms.
Could it be… that he carried a secret kink towards being an NTR victim?
Of course, that wasn't the case. He didn't have such a kink. If he truly enjoyed being humiliated, why would he feel this anger and resentment?
There was no secret pleasure in the situation. What stirred him wasn't the humiliation; it was the sight of Linlin herself, and her disheveled state.
As for Asmodeus Zechs? Streusen deliberately pushed his presence out of his mind. Instead, he forced his focus onto Linlin alone, ignoring everything else as much as he could.
Unfortunately for Streusen, even when he tried to ignore Zechs and focus only on Linlin, he couldn't completely shut out the reality of the situation because the name she cried out in the heat of the moment was not his.
It was the name of the man she had chosen, her future husband.
And that man… wasn't him, but rather, "Ahhnn… Zechs…"
…
Back to Zechs and Linlin's side…
After a while of sucking her nipples and playing with her tits, Zechs felt the growing tension in his body as his penis became erect and his crotch bulged. He pulled away from her glistening peaks and looked at her, his gaze heated and commanding. "Linlin…"
"Wh-what is it?" she asked, lifting her head to meet his eyes, a trace of nervousness stirring under the intensity of his expression.
'Isn't he staring a bit too intensely?' Linlin almost felt like she was an innocent sheep being targeted by a hungry wolf who seemed to want to eat her!
Zechs didn't explain much and placed both hands on her shoulders. The pressure came suddenly as she felt the weight guiding her downward, 'T-this strength…'
She was stunned by the force behind his touch. It was far stronger than she had expected him to be capable of, so compelling that she couldn't resist at all.
'D-did I misunderstand his strength?' she wondered, and didn't have much time to think about it since the moment she realized what was happening, her body was already lowered, her knees touching the ground, and she looked up at him with a confused, uncertain gaze. "What are you trying to do?"
It wasn't just that she couldn't understand how he had guided her to her knees; such a thing should have been impossible, given her own strength. More than that, she had no idea what he intended by placing her in this vulnerable position.
As for being on her knees before him… a part of her hummed with anticipation while another desired to resist and rise quickly, feeling a subtle dissatisfaction with her position… but before she could reach a decision, she saw Zechs unfastening his belt, as he answered plainly. "I want you to give me a blowjob."
"You want me to… what?" she asked, stunned, her eyes widening.
'You want her to… what?' It wasn't just Linlin who was stunned; Streusen was also shocked.
"I want you to give me a blowjob," Zechs repeated calmly, his tone unhurried. "You understand what a blowjob is, right?"
"O-of course I do…!" Linlin replied, her face flushing. Of course, she knew what a blowjob entailed. It meant taking a man's erection into her mouth and caressing it, savoring him, pleasing him with her lips and tongue.
"Since you understand, then there's no problem," Zechs said with a faint smile. "Come on… do it for me."
Panic surged through Streusen's heart as he screamed inwardly, 'Refuse him, Linlin… refuse him… y-you can't do something like that for him!'
Linlin herself never expected him to boldly request something like that, something so intimate and submissive.
"How can you ask something like that from me? Have you forgotten who I am?" she questioned, feeling that his request was unbearably bold.
She naturally couldn't accept that he was demanding such a thing from her.
She is a queen, someone destined to rule these seas. The thought of kneeling before a man and enveloping his desire with her mouth was unthinkable.
'That's right, Linlin… don't do something like that for him… In fact, it would be best if you punished him for his audacity…! I even suggest killing him immediately!' Streusen secretly hoped things would turn out that way.
But Linlin seemed to have something entirely different in mind. Looking at him, she said with a smile, "If someone is going to kneel like that and use their mouth to service the other… it should be you, not me."
And prepared to rise, intending to turn the situation around and guide him down instead.
Although there was a small part within Linlin that wondered what using her mouth on his penis would be like, and felt her heart race, her queenly side refused to entertain the idea at all.
If anything, it should be the other way around. He should be the one on his knees, licking her pussy with his tongue, tasting her essence, worshipping her, and pleasing her with his mouth, bringing her to ecstasy with his tongue.
That was far more fitting… and the allure of dominating him, making him submit to her, made her thighs clench with deeper desire and anticipation.
Streusen felt a surge of relief when Linlin refused to grant him that kind of favor. But that relief quickly turned into frustration when she instead suggested that Zechs kneel before her.
'Don't make him do that for you… You should punish him for his audacity…!' he thought bitterly. 'As for what you want… I… I…''
The rest of the thought faltered, tangled between resentment, longing, and emotions he couldn't bring himself to admit.
Before he could dwell on it further, Zechs reacted to Linlin's request with visible surprise.
"Eh? Linlin, you want me to kneel before you?" he said, sounding incredulous. "How could you ask something like that from your future husband?!"
'Damn brat… even when Linlin is asking for something like that, how dare you refuse?' Streusen's anger toward Zechs only deepened as he watched the exchange with jealousy.
If their positions had been reversed, Streusen would never have refused. But Zechs was not him, and naturally preferred to be the one receiving rather than serving.
"As someone who is weaker than me, isn't it only natural for you to be beneath me and serve me wholeheartedly?" she snorted as she tried to stand. "What's wrong with asking for something so obvious?"
'Weaker? Fufu~' Chuckled Zechs inwardly as his hands remained firmly on her shoulders, holding her in place and making it impossible for her to rise.
Until yesterday, her words would have been right, as was indeed far weaker than hers, at least in terms of physical strength. But today was different. After integrating her Steel Balloon Physique into his body, the situation had changed.
Although he had yet to fully unlock the physique's true potential, he was no longer overwhelmingly inferior to her, and Linlin quickly realized that.
'W-what's going on? Isn't he weaker than me?' She was shocked once again to find herself being overpowered by him, something that shouldn't have been possible given her own strength.
'What are you doing, Linlin? Just get up already!' Streusen felt frustrated.
Ignoring her shocked expressions, Zechs continued, "Ahem, Linlin… since you are not getting up at all, should I take that as a yes that you are going to pleasure me with your mouth?"
"You… no… wait…" Linlin said, stunned. She tried to rise, but her body wouldn't move. Unable to stand, she could only protest with her words. "I… I'm not agreeing to something like that!"
"Huh? You didn't agree? So you're not going to pleasure me using your mouth?" Zechs asked, his expression turning to exaggerated shock.
"Isn't that what I just said…?" she replied, still struggling to stand, only to once again realize she couldn't lift herself at all.
"Ahh… is that so??" His expression softened further, becoming almost pitiful. "Linlin… even after I helped you earlier, you won't do something this simple for me… ahh… that makes me sad… and it's breaking my heart…"
[Host, you really are evil… emotionally blackmailing and guilt-tripping a woman like that,] Miss System commented. After being with her host for so many years, she naturally knew he was only putting on an act.
'Miss System, did you finish your popcorn and cola?' Zechs asked casually.
The question immediately silenced her, and she shifted her head towards the east while contemplating whether to file a complaint with the Golden Finger Management Bureau about her host being shameless and excessively wicked.
In any case, the effect was immediate. Zechs' deliberately pitiful expression, combined with the influence of his Charm trait, worked exactly as intended.
Linlin felt a sharp, twisting ache in her chest and hesitated. "We-well…"
She didn't want to see him like that. She didn't want to see the man who had helped her achieve one of her dreams come true be sad. More than that, she felt she owed him far too much. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had the chance to experience the world the way she was doing at the moment. And because of that, she felt the need to show her gratitude to him.
Charlotte Linlin was many things, but she was not someone ungrateful, someone who couldn't even show appreciation when it was deserved—
'B-but to actually want me to use my mouth…' She hesitated at the thought, her face warming with a deep, crimson blush that spread down her neck, her inner walls clenching involuntarily as she imagined the act.
Yet when she looked at him again, at that pitiful expression, those pleading eyes that seemed to pull at her very core, her resolve weakened.
Streusen also felt that Linlin was being too soft-hearted here, 'Don't give in… he is obviously acting!'
Unlike Streusen, Zechs grinned secretly, 'The fish is hooked.'
And sure enough, with somewhat of a helpless and reluctant sigh, a deep blush that made her cheeks burn, Linlin gave in. "Fine… fine. I'll do what you want. So stop looking at me like that, don't start crying or making that pitiful face."
'No… no… no… Linlin… h-how could you agree? He's obviously putting on an act…' Streusen thought desperately. 'You'll soon see…'
And just as Streusen feared, the moment Linlin agreed, Zechs' expression shifted. "Fufu… Linlin, I knew I could count on you," he said with a satisfied smile.
The sadness had vanished, replaced by bright excitement and a wide, predatory smile as he released his hand from her shoulders and quickly pulled down the zip of his pants and pushed down his boxers, revealing his impressive, throbbing length before her face, the veined form pulsing with heat and promise. "Yosh… then do it."
"You—!!" The shift in his expression was so sudden that, for a moment, Linlin wondered if she had imagined the earlier pitiful look.
'Did I give in too easily?' The question lingered in her mind.
If anyone else could hear her thoughts, they would all say the same thing: 'Yes. You did.'
Linlin herself felt it too. A trace of doubt surfaced as she wondered whether she should reprimand him, perhaps even punish him, for trying to sway her with such an obvious emotional act.
Miss System secretly gave a thumbs up to Linlin, supporting her desire to use Zechs as a punching bag, thinking that her host has swelled too much and needs a good beating.
But for some reason… Linlin decided not to do it.
Although her future husband was making her do something degrading, well, it's her future husband, so whatever.
Moreover, since Linlin had already agreed, she would not take it back. She was a queen. If a queen gave her word, how could she withdraw it now?
Even if she felt that she might have been tricked, she would not retreat.
'Well, since it's only a one-time thing…'
[Girl, you're naïve… There's no such thing as a one-time exception. Give in once, and you'll keep giving in—again and again—until there's nothing left of you to give…]
Miss System could only sigh, thinking that Linlin was too soft-hearted and foolish, and almost felt pity for her…
But after recalling Linlin's past and her supposed future, she quickly decided that kind was not the right word to describe her, and perhaps gullible was the better term.
Anyway, swallowing her hesitation, Linlin reluctantly shifted her gaze to the impressive length before her eyes, 'It's really too big!'
She had already seen his size the night before. Back then, it had seemed impossibly large, making her wonder if she would ever be able to take it into her core.
Now, although it was no longer exaggerated by that scale, especially with Zechs' current height of just over two meters, its proportions were still intimidating with respect to her own reduced body size.
At this moment, the length measured nearly twelve inches and was thick enough that its girth matched the size of her clenched fist.
Gulp!
The length and girth made her swallow hard. For a moment, her knees felt weak as doubt crept back into her mind.
Taking something like that inside her core, she had somehow managed that… but handling it like this, with her mouth, felt entirely different.
'I… I won't choke on it, right?' And that thought made her hesitate again.
Not only Linlin, but even Streusen was shaken by the sight. As he watched Zechs' twelve-inch imposing cock looming over Linlin's face, he instinctively glanced down at his crotch, which he knew had only measly two inches there, and felt a deep sense of inferiority.
'Damn it, how could his be so big?' he thought bitterly, frustration and resentment tightening his grip.
Sensing Streusen's frustrated emotions, Zechs smirked and looked at the hesitant Linlin with an amused smile. "Linlin… you're not going to back out, are you?" he asked lightly. "Is the queen destined to rule these seas really so weak that she's afraid to caress her future husband's length with her mouth??"
His words struck directly at her pride.
"Don't test me, Asmodeus Zechs," she huffed, clearly displeased that he was challenging her pride. Backing down was never her way. So, despite her irritation and reluctance, she reached out for his cock.
'No… no… don't touch him, Linlin… y-you can't!' Streusen screamed inwardly.
But his protest never reached her as she wrapped her hand around him, holding it with her hands as her fingers barely encircled the thick shaft.
"It's hot… and hard…" she remarked, feeling the warmth that met her palm at once, along with a steady pulse through the sheer hardness.
Instinctively, she leaned closer as her nose twitched from the musky scent, which made her hesitate for a brief moment.
"Well, Linlin, are you just going to stare?" Zechs asked, noticing her hesitation.
"O-of course, not…" Linlin reacted and told herself, 'There's no point in dawdling…' Taking a steady breath to calm herself, she slowly extended her tongue.
'No… Linlin… don't… You mustn't… Linlin… Yameroooo!' Streusen screamed inwardly, his thoughts frantic and desperate.
But his silent protests meant nothing. All he could do was watch as Linlin, unaware of the turmoil he felt, leaned closer. With visible caution, she let her tongue brush against him, testing the unfamiliar sensation with a tentative touch before slowly tracing along the underside in a hesitant, exploratory motion.
Lick~
The moment her tongue touched his essence, her mind went blank.
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