Lick~
The moment Linlin's tongue touched his essence, her mind went blank, 'This… what is this?!'
The flavor exploded on her tongue, igniting a deep, primal craving within her.
"Well?" Zechs asked with a smirk. "What do you think?"
"I… I… wuv it…" she replied, her words coming out muffled, her voice thick with unexpected lust as she savored the lingering taste of his essence.
She couldn't quite explain it, how or why she liked the taste of his length and the essence. It wasn't sweet or anything pleasant. Rather, this taste was unusual, slightly musky, unfamiliar, salty… It was definitely not the kind of taste she'd normally like.
After all, her favorite taste is sweet, how could she like something like this?
And yet, to her own surprise… she found that she liked it, this musky, salty taste that coated her tongue and made her intimate folds dampen with need.
"Fufu… I knew you'd love the taste, Linlin," Zechs said, patting her head, threading his fingers through her hair in a possessive caress that made her shiver.
He wasn't surprised that Linlin loved the taste of his essence. In his view, that reaction was only natural for her to love it.
Of course, if she had tasted the essence of another man that's not him, she wouldn't have had the same reaction. It's only he whose essence she'd find tasty, and the reason for that is his Incubus race.
The fluids of an Incubus carry a strangely pleasing, almost addictive, and intoxicating quality, almost like a drug. This is the case with saliva, sweat, and ahem, yellow spring water, but it is more so with the penile essence, like the precum and the semen.
Linlin, who felt that taste with her own tongue, found it addictive. "S-soooo tastyyyy~"
Her body felt strangely intoxicated, as if under the effect of a powerful aphrodisiac, and it responded with a flood of arousal.
She also felt her happy hormones kick in, making her feel incredibly delighted, causing her eyes to turn to hearts as they glowed with growing eagerness.
"Fufu… if that's what you think," Zechs said softly. "Then why not be a little more proactive? If you make me cum and drink it… You might discover that my cum tastes even better than what you have tasted so far... It should probably be the tastiest thing in the world."
"R-really?" Linlin asked, uncertain whether to believe him.
Her dwindling reasoning told her that it didn't make sense. After all, how could something like that possibly be the tastiest thing in the world?
But the lingering taste of his precum caused her skepticism to waver.
"Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. And you've already had a small taste, haven't you? That was only the beginning. If you want to know for yourself, then you'll have to find out by drinking my cum, which you can do by making me cum using your mouth," Zechs said confidently.
"I-I'll trust you this time… but you'd better not be lying to me. Otherwise, the consequences won't be pleasant," Linlin warned, her tone edged with danger.
"Yeah… sure. We'll worry about that later," Zechs replied with a casual shrug, completely unbothered by her warning. He had no reason to fear her, since he knew she'd be begging for more once she drinks his cum.
"Since that's the case… fine," she said, giving a small nod as she leaned closer, her tongue beginning to move slowly along him.
Zechs let out a quiet breath from her service and carefully reminded her in a lower tone, "Just be careful not to graze me with your teeth. If you do that, the taste won't be pleasing anymore."
Linlin nodded repeatedly, "Got it… got it…!" and drawn in by the unfamiliar but deeply satisfying and addictive taste, she forgot her reluctance entirely and began to move more eagerly, just like he wanted.
She glided her tongue along his length with increasing desire, tracing the veined contours as she explored every inch not just with her lips, tongue, and mouth but also with her fingers with which she stroked his base.
Lick… Slurrp~
Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure through Zechs, his breath hitching as he watched her, her ashamed cheeks and half-lidded eyes that aroused him further.
After all, she is Charlotte Linlin, one of the future Yonkō, the strongest woman on the seas, someone who took whatever she wanted with overwhelming dominance, crushing anyone who stood in her way.
And yet, at this very moment, this very queen was kneeling before him, making wet, sloppy sounds as she worked her mouth around his dick.
To make matters even more stimulating, the man who should have been her first husband was secretly watching from the shadows, his face pale with jealousy, like a helpless victim of NTR.
'Linlin… how could you do something like that for him…?' Streusen thought bitterly, one hand gripping the wooden box tightly.
If not for the movement of his other hand, people would have certainly thought that Streusen wanted to crush Zechs in anger… Oh… but maybe he really wanted to do that… but at this very moment, all he was crushing was his two-inch dick that he had taken out of his pants at some point and was currently stroking it with a frustrated and unhappy expression.
Even when pleasuring himself, he felt unhappy when he compared his little 2-inch dick with Zechs' 12-inch snake being licked by Linlin.
Still, the contradiction between his thoughts and actions was strange.
On one hand, he felt deep dissatisfaction and resentment toward her actions. Yet on the other hand, he found himself unable to look away, his body reacting as he watched.
Regardless of whatever it was going through his heart, Zechs, for certain, felt a cuck energy leaking out of Streusen and chuckled in excitement, 'Fufu…'
[Host… you're getting a little too excited,] Miss System said.
'Given the situation, shouldn't I be?' Zechs replied.
Miss System couldn't argue with that. When she considered the circumstances he was in, she found herself with no real response.
On one side, the future Yonkō, normally a terrifying and dominant force, is acting addicted to his dick. On the other hand, Linlin's supposed first husband, acting like a cuck and secretly watching her suck another man's cock.
How could a situation like this not arouse him?
If not for her awkward, inexperienced movements, the moment might have been perfect.
'Well, she needs some guidance,' he thought.
Leaning forward, he guided her head and said, "Linlin, focus more on the underside… that's the most sensitive part."
'Underside?' Emboldened by the intoxicating flavor and the way his essence seemed to awaken something deep within her, Linlin parted her lips wider, enveloping the tip with a soft, warm embrace.
She suckled gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside that he pointed out earlier as she savored the salty musk that made her core ache with renewed longing.
"That's it, Linlin… just like that…" he groaned in pleasure…
The sounds of her devotion continued to echo in the air with wet and rhythmic sounds…
Mm... chu... slurp...
"Also try to take it more into your throat… go deep…" he shamelessly demanded, and she, who was addicted, followed through immediately as she took more of him into her mouth, her hands stroking the base in tandem with her movements.
Soon, her pace quickened, driven by an instinctive rhythm, bobbing her head with a sensual grace that made Zechs groan softly.
"Ahh... Linlin... you are doing great, but I know that you can go even deeper," he said, his fingers possessively tightening in her hair, urging her.
And deeper she went, relaxing her throat to accommodate his impressive size, her eyes watering slightly but filled with determination and growing desire.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
The heat of her mouth enveloped more of his length, her tongue pressing against the underside as she hollowed her cheeks, creating a delicious suction that built the tension within him.
Although it was her first time, she was improving at an astonishing pace.
Watching her adjust so quickly, Zechs sighed, 'Fuuuaahh… Linlin, you really do deserve your future reputation. Your talent is impressive.' And praised her, "That's it… Now you are doing great… keep going like this…"
"Hnn… slrrpp… chawaaa…" She hummed in response, feeling the act stir up a fire in her that she hadn't anticipated, and her body kept responding with waves of warmth and wetness.
Zechs couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if one of her daughters from the original timeline were to see their proud, domineering mother like this, kneeling before him and serving him with such eagerness.
They would probably be too stunned to react, left only with a single disbelieving thought: 'Is this really Mama?'
'Miss System… you have to help me eat Oyakodon,' Zechs pleaded.
[Host, don't lose focus…] Miss System replied flatly.
'Miss System, I'm not distracted at all. I'm just thinking ahead… about a bigger picture, one that doesn't include only Linlin, but her many beautiful daughters like Smoothie, Amande, Galette, Pudding, and several others as well,' Zechs said confidently.
[At that point, it wouldn't be a simple Oyakodon… it would turn into an Oyakodon orgy,] Miss System muttered.
'Wouldn't that make it even better?' Zechs nodded without the slightest hint of shame. 'Oyakodon orgy? That's exactly the kind of scene I'm aiming for.'
After all, how could he call himself a man of culture, or the Harem King, if he didn't at least achieve something on that scale?
Miss System fell silent. Yet even as she said nothing, she couldn't help but imagine what such a scene might look like.
After all, Miss System was a cultured system… and found herself just a little curious.
It'd definitely be hot, right?
Of course, even if she thought so, she wouldn't openly agree to his request. Instead, she replied, [That would depend on your luck, Host… the rewards aren't decided by me.]
'I feel like if Miss System gives me a kiss for good luck, I'll definitely get what I want and will be able to eat Oyakodon,' Zechs said.
[Baaah! Who would do something like that?!] Miss System protested immediately, deciding then and there to ignore any further nonsense from her host.
'You really are a tsundere, Miss System,' Zechs commented.
[…] Miss System gave no response, prompting him to shake his head and turn his attention back to Linlin.
But after he no longer paid any attention, Miss System secretly glanced at him with one eye. After a moment of hesitation, she puffed her cheeks slightly, then quietly puckered her lips and made a soft chu sound.
Although the sound was extremely faint, Zechs still caught it. Feeling oddly fortunate, he smiled to himself and said, 'Thank you, Miss System.'
[Don't get used to this too much, host. This is the only time—hmph!] she replied with a snort.
Ironically, she had recently thought the exact opposite about Linlin, that there was never truly only one time, and if someone gives in once, they'd give in again and again. Yet before long, she found herself saying those very words.
Zechs grinned and turned his focus back to enjoying the moment.
As more and more time passed, Linlin felt herself not being able contain her thirst and hunger at all and felt an intense desire to taste his cum…
'Come on… give it to me… give it to me… I want it… I want it… I want your cum, I can't wait anymore' she repeated over and over in her mind and lifted her gaze to look at him as her movements grew more fervent.
Slrrp… Slrrrppp… slrrppp…
Her cherry lips glided along his length in quick, smooth, practiced motions, shifting between slow, teasing strokes and deeper, more eager pulls that steadily drove him closer to the edge to have the taste of his semen that she seemed to be craving more than anything in the world at the moment.
Under such eager service, Zechs' breaths soon grew ragged, "Haaah… gaah…" and his hips subtly started thrusting to meet her rhythm as the pleasure coiled tighter in his core, causing him to slowly head towards his peak.
Pla!
Pla!
Pla!
"Linlin... I'm close... so… I am going to speed up," he whispered huskily, as he held her head tightly.
"Hmm…" she responded with just her gaze that locked with his, and the very next moment, the intensity of his movement increased.
Pla! Pla! Pla!
With each thrust, he drove deeper, burying his entire length into her throat, smacking his balls against her windpipe, before pulling back again, giving her a brief moment to breathe and repeating the steady rhythm.
The movement continued, controlled and relentless, building in intensity until finally, "Gaah… it's coming… get ready…"
And with a final, deep pull, she felt his cock tense and pulsate before bursting forth—SPURT!
Suddenly, the warm rush filled her mouth, his essence spilling forth in pulsing waves inside her as her senses flared in a way she had never felt before.
'Aaahhnn… It's really like he said… t-this taste… i-it's soo gooddddddd!!' she exclaimed in her heart, shocked and confused at the incredible taste of his cum.
It really didn't make much sense to her how it was possible, but she couldn't deny that this… this cum of his, it was the tastiest thing in the world.
Indeed, in her eighteen years of lifespan, she has eaten a variety of things, but out of all those things, nothing ever made her feel this delighted, so much so that she didn't want to waste a single drop.
And she didn't. Her tongue moved instinctively, savoring the sensation as she swallowed eagerly, again and again.
Gulp!
Gulp!
Before she realized it, she had taken it all in. But her body still trembled, and her tongue still craved. Indeed, despite having drunk all of his cum, she was far from satisfied, 'I… I want more… I want more of this… more of his cum!!!'
Flushing deeply, she looked up at him and asked hesitantly, "Zechs… y-you… You can give me more, right?"
"Fufu… well, if my Linlin is asking so eagerly, how could I refuse?" Zechs replied with a smile.
But before she could celebrate, he added, "However, before I give you what you want… You have to answer a few questions for me."
"Questions? What is it? Hurry up!" she said, nodding impatiently, her breath already unsteady. She had no patience for questions right now; her mind was fixed only on his cum. And yet, for some reason, she still waited for him to speak.
"Between my cum and your head chef Streusen's cooking… which is better?" Zechs asked, gently stroking her cheek.
Streusen, who was slumped behind the boxes, struggling to steady his breath, and had one of his hands somewhat sticky with white butter, was stunned by the question that Zechs suddenly proposed: 'Why is he asking something like that?'
At the same time, Linlin's eyes also widened. "A-are you serious? Isn't the answer obvious?"
She didn't seem to mind how absurd the question was. To her, the answer already felt obvious.
Streusen nodded to himself. 'That's right… isn't the answer obvious?'
"Well, if it's so obvious, then tell me," Zechs said with a faint, devious smile.
'That's right, Linlin… tell him,' Streusen thought confidently. 'Tell this bastard that my cooking is far superior to whatever he produced earlier. There isn't even a comparison. Tell him how much you like the food I make.'
Unfortunately for him, Linlin's answer left him frozen.
"Of course it's your cum," she said without hesitation. "How could Streusen's cooking even be compared to this? This is definitely the most delicious thing in the world!"
Pufff!
Hearing Linlin's words, Streusen felt as if blood rose to his throat.
'Linlin… you… H-how could you say that? Haven't you eaten my cooking all these years? How can you say that his… his… his butter is tastier than everything I've made for you…?'
Streusen wanted to cry without tears.
Zechs' smile deepened, turning even more devious as he continued, "Since that's the case… if you had to choose between the two, what would you pick?"
"Of course I'd choose your cum," Linlin replied without the slightest hesitation.
Puffff!
Hearing that, Streusen finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before collapsing once again, his consciousness fading as a bitter thought echoed in his mind.
'Linlin… you… You heartless, ungrateful bitch…!'
"???" Linlin glanced to the side, her face full of confusion, as if she had sensed some movement nearby. When she didn't notice anything unusual, she simply shrugged and turned her attention back to him. "Are you done with your questions? Come on… give it to me already," she urged impatiently.
"Certainly," Zechs nodded. Then he added, "But… let's go somewhere else for that, alright?"
Without waiting for her response, he lifted her easily and slung her over his shoulder.
"Hnn… anywhere you want… just hurry… I want more of your cum…" Linlin answered, not even reacting to being slung over his shoulder, her mind focused on getting his cum.
"Alright then," he said, slapping her ass. "Let's head to your cabin."
"Nnnn~ ahhn… let's go…" she moaned, feeling pleasure from his touch… but didn't mind the slap at all and let him do whatever he wanted to her as long as she got to drink his cum.
With that, Zechs carried her toward her cabin. The path they took led away from the area where Streusen lay unconscious, meaning he would likely remain there until he either woke on his own or someone eventually found him.
As for the possibility that he'd die? Well, that didn't exist; people in this world don't die that easily.
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