SSS-Rank Pervert: Reincarnated in the World of Summoners-Chapter 70: The Beast Meets The Buffet

I walked past the scattered women with my cock swinging freely between my legs.

It wasn’t at its full glory yet. Not completely. The sheer amount of greenery surrounding me had overwhelmed my senses. Too many targets. Too much to process.

But it was getting there.

Their stares followed me. Well, not me exactly. Their eyes were locked onto my rock-hard dick like it was some mythical creature they had only heard about in legends.

I could hear the whispers behind me.

"Is that thing even real?"

"How is he still walking straight?"

"Gods above, that’s our patron for today?"

I didn’t care what nonsense they were muttering among themselves.

My target was already locked.

The long-legged one. The hourglass beauty with the red stockings.

She was still frozen in the same position as before. Sitting on the chair. Bent forward. Hands still fiddling with her stockings as if time itself had stopped the moment I stripped.

Her posture made everything easier for me.

I came to a stop directly in front of her face. Just a few inches separated her lips from my throbbing cock.

She looked up at me. Confusion swimming in her eyes.

’Perfect.’

I took full advantage of that dropped jaw.

My hips thrust forward. My cock slid right into her open mouth before she could process what was happening.

GOK.

She protested immediately. Her hands shot up to my thighs, pushing herself backward with all her strength.

For a split second, she managed to pull free.

"What the—"

But before she could finish that sentence, my hand found the back of her head. Fingers tangled in her hair. And I forced her right back where she belonged.

GOK GOK GOK.

The sensation was incredible. Warm. Wet. Her tongue pressing against my shaft involuntarily as she struggled.

I looked down at her widening eyes. At the tears forming at the corners. At the saliva already dripping from the edges of her stuffed mouth.

"I hope this humble guy changes your perspective on cock."

My grin stretched wide behind the mask.

The other women were staring from behind me. I could feel their gazes burning into my back. Into my ass. Some of the braver ones tried to peek around my sides to see what was happening.

Was their friend okay? Was she being hurt?

They had witnessed assaults before. Rough patrons. Violent customers.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

TAP TAP TAP.

Footsteps approached from my left. The one with the skirt and sheer pantyhose stormed toward me with fire in her eyes.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" Her voice carried false authority. "Release her this instant! Otherwise—"

"Otherwise?" I tilted my head without stopping my thrusts. "Oh dear, you really don’t get it, do you?"

GOK GOK.

"I paid three hundred fucking gold coins for all of you." My free hand reached toward her. "And what exactly do you think I’m going to do? Sit back and admire those teasing curves from a distance?"

My fingers hooked into the fabric of her pantyhose right at the crotch area. "No fucking way."

I yanked her toward me. The sheer material stretched obscenely as I pulled her closer.

"The contract has already been signed. I can do whatever the fuck I want with every single one of you." My voice dropped to something darker. "Isn’t that exactly what your job description says?"

I pulled harder.

"So shut up and follow your master. You slaves."

My two fingers found her skirt. Pushed the fabric aside until I reached her covered pussy.

Then I poked.

RIIIP.

My fingers tore straight through her pantyhose. The sheer material split apart like paper. And then I was pressing against her panties. Rubbing. Prodding. Searching for that entrance.

Her pussy was dry.

No arousal. No slickness. No sign that her body had acknowledged what was happening.

’Not yet anyway.’

But my attention snapped back to the one choking on my cock.

In my distraction, I had been thrusting too deep. Too aggressively. She was genuinely struggling now. Her face had turned red. Tears streaming freely.

With one desperate push, she shoved me away.

COUGH COUGH COUGH.

She doubled over. Saliva and precum dripping from her lips onto her thighs. Her whole body shook with each violent cough.

And then she looked up at me.

That expression.

Disgust. Pure, undisguised disgust. As if my cock had been the most revolting thing she had ever tasted.

Something inside me snapped. ’Wrong move, sweetheart.’

I didn’t give her a chance to recover.

My palm slammed against her chest. Pushing her backward. Her spine hit the chair’s backrest as I grabbed both her legs simultaneously.

My hands wrapped around those stocking-clad thighs. Lifted them high. Higher.

Suddenly she was suspended. Her lower body hanging in the air while her upper half remained barely balanced on the chair. One wrong move and she would fall.

But she couldn’t move. Not with my grip anchoring her legs apart.

I flipped up her black gown.

And there it was.

Her glistening treasure. Hidden behind nothing but a thin strip of fabric.

Like an animal, I grabbed her panties. Roughly. Clumsily. One hand at a time yanking the material down her trembling legs.

Her body shook violently in protest. One heel slipped off and clattered to the floor. Then the other.

As I pulled the panties free, her stocking came with it. Peeling off that long leg like a second skin.

Now she lay half-naked from the waist down. Exposed. Vulnerable. Her bare pussy on full display.

I spread her legs wider.

And spat directly onto her exposed cunt.

PTOO.

I didn’t have the patience to taste her. To prepare her properly. The heat coursing through my veins demanded immediate satisfaction.

My cock found her entrance. I rubbed the head against her dry folds, spreading my saliva across her pussy lips as makeshift lubricant.

Then I pushed.

Slowly at first. The tip spreading her open. Her walls resisting the invasion.

The confused gazes around me had transformed into petrified horror. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.

But her pussy? Her pussy responded.

As my dick pushed past her outer lips and entered that impossibly tight tunnel, I felt resistance. Like I had hit a wall. The limit of how deep she could take me.

But then something changed.

The curse lifted.

Her body acknowledged my touch. Arousal flooded her system against her will. And suddenly, her walls softened. Relaxed. Opened up to let me dig deeper.

Her insides started convulsing. Gripping my dick. Milking me with rhythmic contractions.

’Greedy little pussy.’

The heat from inside her cunt combined with the heat of all those unclaimed holes watching from behind.

I couldn’t be gentle anymore.

SLAP.

One brutal thrust buried me to the hilt.

"AHHH!"

She moaned. Loudly. Her face twisted with shame even as the sound escaped her lips.

"What... what are you trying to do?"

I grinned down at her.

Split her legs even wider. Pulled my cock almost completely out. Then slammed back in with twice the force.

SCHLICK.

"Helping you discover new ways of pleasure."

And then I stopped holding back.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.

I fucked her like a man possessed. Wrecking her pussy with each savage thrust. Her body bounced helplessly in the air, suspended only by my grip on her thighs.

"Please!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please stop this!"

SLAP SLAP SLAP.

"It hurts! Please, it’s hurting me!"

But I pushed harder. Faster. The wet sounds of my cock destroying her soaked pussy filled the room.

SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK.

My balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. Rapid. Relentless.

PLAP PLAP PLAP.

The ripped-pantyhose girl dropped to her knees beside me. Actual tears in her eyes.

"Please!" She clasped her hands together. "Please stop this monstrosity! We’ll pay back your money! Every coin! Just please—"

She stopped mid-sentence. Because she noticed something.

Her friend. The one being ravaged. The one who had been crying and begging moments ago.

Her legs had wrapped around my waist.

And her face? That expression of pain and protest?

Gone.

Replaced by something else entirely. Eyes half-lidded. Lips parted. Soft moans escaping with every thrust.

She was enjoying it.

CREAK.

The door swung open.

Rebecca stepped inside. Her old face immediately twisted with fury.

"What in the nine hells are you girls doing?! You can’t just scream like tha—"

Her words died in her throat.

She saw me. Saw my cock sliding out of the trembling girl. Glistening with her juices.

Rebecca stood frozen. Petrified.

DRIP DRIP DRIP.

A wet sound came from behind me.

I glanced back.

The girl I had just finished fucking was rubbing her pussy frantically. Her whole body shaking. And then—

SQUIRT.

She came. Hard. Her release spraying directly at the kneeling girl who had been begging for her freedom.

"I... I can’t..." One of the women near the door bolted. Shoving past Rebecca as she fled.

"Madam, I’m sorry! I can’t take this anymore!"

"Wait—!" Rebecca reached for her.

But it was useless. The girl was already gone.

I turned to face the old woman. My cock still throbbing. Still hungry.

And I smiled.

"Breach of contract, huh?" I tilted my head with mock sympathy. "One girl is missing now. So I guess you’ll have to take her place, right?"

Rebecca’s face went pale. "What... what do you mean?"

"Marcus." I didn’t raise my voice. "Bring that woman to me."

FWOOSH.

Crimson energy swirled beside the terrified madam. My summon materialized from nothing, his armored form towering over her frail body.

Before she could scream, Marcus grabbed her.

And carried her toward me.

Pussy first.

Like an offering to a hungry god.