Chapter 112 - Double-Service and a New Destination

 After the main event was over...

The widow and the maid, who had now officially bonded with me through the flesh, were kneeling before me. They were there for one reason: to worship my rod.

They brought their knees to the floor and lowered their gaze, bringing their faces level with my hips as I stood there like a titan. It’s a woman's instinct to lick and suck a penis once it's presented like that, without needing a single word of instruction.

Slurp... mwah... slosh... ❤️❤️Lick, lick, lick... ❤️❤️

What’s more, it was a "Double Blowjob" by the mistress and maid duo.

Two women competing for a single penis is a situation so blissful it makes a man's soul tremble. And when you consider the social relationship between these beautiful women, the feeling only deepens.

In the "real world," they are a powerful branch representative in her expensive dress and a disciplined servant in her uniform—a strict hierarchy of status. But strip them naked, exposing their breasts and hips, and they are just two females with a greedy glint in their eyes, obsessed with the same cock.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp... The sounds filling the room were intense.

"Ngh... mwah. ❤️❤️ Frim, your tongue-work is as exquisite as ever," Corzette panted. "I wonder how many 'rods' you’ve drained dry with that talent?"

"You're one to talk, Mistress... ❤️❤️ You've used your 'womanly charms' to close countless deals, haven't you? This is no time to hold back the techniques those men taught you."

Neither would give an inch, trading barbs over my penis. Listening to them, though... their wealth of experience was painfully obvious.

"Oh, is it so strange? Born as a woman and entrusted with such heavy responsibilities... you use every tool at your disposal to survive."

"Mistress, how many 'negotiation partners' who started out hostile suddenly had a change of heart after meeting you? And for some reason, those meetings always happened late at night...?"

Terrifying. These were hardcore female merchants who didn't hesitate to use their bodies as weapons. I suppose being a widow—the "belongs to no one" status—makes that weapon even more potent.

"I've brought down many political rivals in my time," Corzette purred, looking up at me, "but this is the first time I've been the one brought down. Queen Laevateinn’s favorite cock is truly on another level. ❤️❤️"

My cock was becoming a celebrity endorsement. But wait, "brought down"?

"Corzette, representative of the Selengren Merchant Coalition... has been utterly conquered by Sir Sao’s cock. ❤️❤️ If you ordered me to do something while you were thrusting inside me, I feel like I'd agree to anything... ❤️❤️"

Is that so? I didn't have sex with that intention. I just do it so we can both feel good. Though I was curious about those late-night negotiations she had with other men...

"I've handled many men's rods to keep them under control," Corzette continued, "and while Sao is the best, those Niosebuk guys are the absolute worst. Every time they come to buy something, they demand my body as if it’s their right."

"I was once raped just passing one of them in the hallway!" Frim added. "Those people really are beasts!"

What?! Even Frim?

"And yet, they only think about their own pleasure. It doesn't feel good at all. No matter how big they are, that kind of 'masturbation-with-a-partner' is pathetic. In that sense, Sir Sao, you're a master. You breathe with us, you find the spots that feel good... you really are skilled at sex... ❤️❤️"

"A man who just tries to plow anyone he sees should realize that women are judging him mercilessly behind his back," Frim noted. "Every maid in this building knows that the Niosebuk high official who visits has a mole right next to his anus."

"Oh, 'Anus-Mole Guy'? Yeah, we all call him that," Corzette giggled.

Horrifying. I wondered if the women I’d slept with had given me a weird nickname. A man who views women as trophies often doesn't realize the girls are laughing at how bad he is in bed.

"Compared to them, Sir Sao, you are truly amazing. ❤️❤️ For the first time in forever, I enjoyed myself without thinking about work. ❤️❤️"

"And for a maid like me to receive such 'heartfelt' sex... my heart is pounding just as much as my pussy. ❤️❤️"

I was sandwiched between two mature beauties, their breasts pressed against me. A blissful human sandwich. I could die happy right here.

"Sir Sao," Corzette said, her tone becoming serious again. "If you'll allow it, we wish to officially cut ties with the Kingdom of Niosebuk and assist you in erasing that nation from the map."

"Wait, really? Is that okay?"

"The deal you proposed is profitable, and a merchant who ignores profit isn't a merchant at all. Besides, Niosebuk is fundamentally dangerous. They're the type to decide it's 'easier to kill us than pay us' one of these days. It’s better for our safety to eliminate them while we can."

To a merchant, the worst enemy isn't a competitor—it's a robber who takes without paying. Niosebuk was a nation acting like a common bandit. They might pay well now, but the moment they conquer Reniosegra, they won't need to listen to merchants anymore. They'd just crush the Coalition.

Supporting us was just a smart business move.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Romphaia, the female knight, walked in. She took in the sight of the three of us (all naked and tangled together) and sighed.

"I see you've successfully 'subverted' them. Not just the target, but the maid, too. Your stamina is as impressive as ever."

Romphaia began stripping off her own clothes. Why?

"You’re letting me breathe in this air thick with the smell of sex, and you expect me to just stand there? Take responsibility and knock me up, too."

"My, are all the women in Reniosegra such total sluts?" Corzette teased.

It was an incredibly rude comment toward the women of my country, but as I thought of my own acquaintances, I found it frustratingly hard to argue. Is everyone around me a slut? Do sluts just gravitate toward me? Or do women just turn into sluts the moment they meet me? I decided not to think about it and just lined up the three of them to plow them in order. A row of beautiful rears—the pinnacle of culture.

◆

After we’d had our fun, we stayed naked and discussed the plan. We’d probably just end up horny again anyway, so staying naked was more efficient.

"The Coalition will handle the bulk purchase of dungeon materials and market manipulation," I summarized.

"Leave it to us," Corzette replied. "We know Niosebuk's main exports—they are our best clients, after all. We’ll hit them right where it hurts and sabotage their funding."

A truly wicked conversation. Another step toward Niosebuk’s destruction.

"However," Corzette added, "that won't be enough to destroy that beast-nation. It won't cause the 'quagmire' you're looking for, and the dangerous Third Prince will likely still come out on top."

"What? Why?"

"We have our own intel. Do you want to hear it? Do you? ❤️"

She was being annoying. I grabbed Corzette by the chin, pulled her in, and kissed her passionately.

"Mwah... slurp... ❤️❤️ Hah... much better. I love a good 'give and take.' You understand the first rule of business. Very well, I'll tell you."

What is it?

"The Kingdom of Niosebuk has the support of the Dwarven Smith-Nation. As long as they are backing them, Niosebuk will never stop fighting."

The Dwarven Smith-Nation? The name alone explained everything.

"The Dwarven Smith-Nation is exactly what it sounds like—a country of dwarves where blacksmithing is the national industry." "From daily goods to weapons and armor, the dwarves produce the finest equipment in the world. And almost all of those weapons flow directly into the Niosebuk Kingdom."

Niosebuk's demand for arms must be the highest in the world. And they have a dedicated factory supporting them.

"Weapons are essential for war, and dwarven craft is peerless. Half the reason the 'Tiger-Wolves' of Niosebuk are so feared is their high-performance dwarven gear."

It’s like giving a chainsaw to a serial killer.

"The dwarves deliver weapons directly to Niosebuk; we merchants have no room to intervene. We can't stop that supply line."

"But if you make it hard for them to get foreign currency, won't they struggle to pay the dwarves?"

"That's the thing..." Corzette’s expression turned grave. "Our investigation shows that the dwarves aren't charging Niosebuk almost anything for the weapons."

"WHAT?!" Romphaia shouted, still naked. "Why?! Blacksmithing is their national industry! They'll go bankrupt without profit!"

"It’s illogical, but our financial records don't lie. Niosebuk is a beast-nation; there's no telling what kind of insane pressure or threats they've put the dwarves under."

Whether they were being forced by strength or held hostage, it was one more reason Niosebuk had to die.

"Since money isn't moving for the weapons, we can't stop them that way. Niosebuk uses the currency they get through us for other supplies—like rations."

So, our plan would still reduce their food supply and weaken their ability to sustain a long war.

"But they're beasts. If they get hungry enough, they'll just raid another country and steal food. And they'll have the dwarven weapons to do it..."

What a persistent headache.

"The Third Prince, Gangastra, is the one currently controlling the weapon route from the dwarves. If we want to turn this into a quagmire, we have to do something about the dwarves."

"Understood." I stood up.

If there was more to be done to destroy that cursed nation, I would do it. I’d already made up my mind; I had to see this through to the end. For the sake of my children and the women waiting for me back home.

I looked at Corzette and Frim, my newest harem members. Go ahead, fall in love with my heroic resolve.

"That's the spirit, Sir Sao! Go break the bond between the dwarves and Niosebuk! If you do, it'll open up a massive business opportunity for us!!"

"Dwarven weapons are the best in the world! Right now, Niosebuk has a monopoly, but if you change that, it’s a golden chance for profit!!"

...

Wow. They really have an agenda.

They said they’d been "conquered" by my cock, heart and soul... but I bet they've said that to dozens of men to get what they wanted. I wondered if the "Oh, I'm so conquered" act was just a technique to manipulate men into doing their dirty work.

But whatever. If I'm being used by beautiful women, I can't really complain. It helps me destroy Niosebuk anyway.

Target: The Dwarven Smith-Nation. Let's get to work.

Prev            TOC            Next