It was late at night. The location was the Kingdom of Magiwa Leya, a great power in the West Blue - the largest brothel in the entertainment district there, and within that VIP room, only the most select people with the best spending money were allowed in.
In this room, with its extra-large bed that was clearly intended for "use" by a large group of people and the many expensive-looking furnishings that surrounded it, Ingnar Frey was slamming his hips into the honeypot of a beautiful woman who was lying on her back with her legs spread.
--Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Aaaaaaaaah♡ Frey-samaaaaaaaaa♡ As always♡ Oh, ho...♡ Amazing, nooooooooooooooooooo♡"
Needless to say, the woman was a prostitute. If she was being held in a room in a brothel, that was only natural. And currently, she wasn't the only prostitute in the same space as Frey--there were several others in various places on the same bed, and even more naked prostitutes were lying all around, including under the floorboards outside, all of them spilling steaming, viscous milky liquid between their legs, and their whole bodies, covered in the same milky liquid, were twitching and trembling with pleasure.
"..."
However, there was no sense of accomplishment on Frey's face. Her cheeks were slightly red from her intense back and forth movements, but that was all.
There was no heat in his eyes, and they were somewhat empty, like those of a craftsman engaged in simple work. Or it was as if he was venting and throwing out all the frustrations that had been building up in his heart at the woman in front of him - and in fact, that was exactly what he was doing.
It had been about four years since Nico Olvia, with whom he had once had a deep connection, suddenly disappeared, leaving behind only a single note. During that time, Frey had spent almost every day like this.
Using his natural physique and fighting skills, he captured bounties with high bounties on their heads, and used the money he earned to buy up women - and he almost never just one woman.
After living this kind of life, Frey quickly became aware of his own sexual prowess and sexual prowess, and it became common for him to buy up many prostitutes at once. He had that much savings, and the ability to earn that much - thanks to that, he was quite famous among bounty hunters and prostitutes.
The former considered him a person to be wary of, and the latter considered him a valuable customer who could bring him large amounts of money and the ultimate pleasure. ...Not that Frey wanted that to happen, by any means. Well, that's the result.
He also took measures to deal with the "sky dragon hoof complex" on his back. It was getting annoying to be asked by prostitutes every time why he only took off his top.
The solution was to brand a different pattern on top, which was simple but effective. It turns out that there are actually quite a few "ex-slaves" with the same problem as Frey, and there are also people who run businesses for them.
Whether it was sympathy or calculation at the root of this -- of course, the truth didn't matter to ex-slaves like Frey, who just wanted to get rid of the dreaded branding marks, but in any case, Frey, who met one of those people during his journey, gladly applied for "double branding."
Needless to say, no one wants to experience having a hot iron pressed against their back over and over again -- but for people like Frey, it was a necessary pain, a necessary price. They wanted to get rid of the evidence of their inferiority complex on their backs, even if it meant enduring such temporary pain -- and that's why Frey's back now has a "sun" branding mark instead of a "dragon's hoof."
If you pay an additional fee, you can apparently tweak the design of the mark a little as an option (of course there is a limit, since you can't freely change the shape of the branding iron), but Frey didn't have any particular preferences, so he went for the safe option of the sun mark, which seemed to be recommended by the person he was entrusted with. Later, this pattern that was branded onto Frey's back would come to have a special meaning for certain members of a certain race, but that aside,
--Splat! Splat! Splat splat splat! Splat! Splat splat splat! Splat splat splat!
"Hiiiiiiiiiia ... Her huge breasts, which shook violently, her slender waist held in Frey's hands, and her ripe, juicy buttocks, were all nothing short of magnificent, and in fact she was a particularly popular "commodity" at the brothel.
Even among the women twitching and convulsing around her, more than half were popular commodities. And so, to have crushed all of them in one embrace, and to have continued this lifestyle for nearly four years, Frey's financial resources, and the fighting ability and stamina as a bounty hunter that sustained them, were also nothing short of magnificent.
...Although, strictly speaking, the women were not crushed in his embrace - they were not.
The reason most of their bodies were lying there twitching and convulsing was not due to fatigue but pleasure, and Frey's mysterious power, which had become clear when he had first made love to Olvia, was on full display here as well.
It was as if the semen he poured into them was being converted directly into their physical strength -- and all of the women had mysterious heart-shaped patterns on their lower abdomens. This was also the result of his mysterious power, though Frey himself did not fully understand the details.
He guessed that it was probably due to the "Devil Fruit" that their masters, the Celestial Dragons, had forced them to eat during their time as slaves -- but that was all he knew, and even though Frey sometimes had questions, he had almost no desire to find out the truth no matter what. He had gotten used to it.
It was a mysterious phenomenon, but it wasn't harmful -- and the same seemed to apply to the women who had the patterns on them, and although they were naturally surprised at first, they had now gotten used to it, and some of the prostitutes were so happy that they felt honored to be marked as Frey's property. It's amazing how well one can adapt (I can relate).
And so, the prostitutes who actually still had plenty of stamina left - among them, there were about three females who managed to recover from the ocean of pleasure, and they crawled up to Frey, a regular customer whose coworker was moaning from the relentless thrusts of their hips, and leaned over her,
"Ahhh...♡ Frey-sama...♡ Don't just pay attention to Senpai, hurry up and do it to me too...♡"
"Hey, don't try to get ahead of yourself...♡ You've already had him ejaculate into your vagina three times...♡ I've only had it once...♡"
"We can't wait any longer to be inseminated♡ in our wombs♡ Hey, Frey-sama...♡"
"Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ H-Hey♡ Get in the way, ladies♡ Now I'll be the one to receive your favor♡ Hiiiiii♡ This is so amazing...♡"
Frey is seduced by the lascivious temptations of these overly attractive women, all of whom boast excellent style and looks, but who are all subtly different in type.
And what's more, he was caressed from both sides and behind - with breasts, lips, fingertips, and so on. It was a situation that would no doubt make any man in the world cry tears of envy - but Frey was strangely expressionless as ever.
Without an expression, he instead inserted his fingertips, which had been gripping the waists of the women he was striking, into the honeypots of the prostitutes who were serving him on either side, stirring them with a squelching sound, and responded by entangling his own tongue with that of the one who ran his tongue down their necks from behind.
Just that made the eyes of the women, who were already melting, moisten even more, and their whole bodies tremble - as if to say that just getting a response from Frey, no matter how trivial, was the greatest happiness. As they are popular products, they are usually the ones making men moan and draining them.
Even when they call them "Frey-sama" as a unified name. Of course, there are individual differences, but generally prostitutes do not behave so extremely inferiorly to their customers, and there are quite a few who usually treat them with an overbearing attitude - and there are customers who like that kind of "play" - in fact, among the prostitutes Frey had slept with tonight, there were several who were like that, and at first they treated him that way. Specifically,
--Are you the playboy I've heard about?
--Consider yourself lucky to be able to sleep with a good woman like me.
--You haven't slept with any good women up until now, have you? Tonight, I'll show you what the "real thing" is.
...It's mostly like this, but once Frey had his way with those prostitutes, they were gone. Even though he hadn't asked, they had started to respect him and use the honorific "sama" without his permission.
Ingnar Frey.
In front of that "super-male", even the most superior female would open her legs and be reduced to nothing more than an entity that accepts his seed - and they were the ones doing it with glee.
And then - Frey noticed that the heat that had been boiling deep inside his waist was gradually moving towards the base of his penis.
Just when he thought it was about time - his stiff shaft swelled up as if it was storing up something...! and the tip began to twitch. The prostitute who was holding it in her vagina also seemed to have noticed the change - she skillfully put her legs between Frey and her co-worker's bodies, where there should have been almost no gap due to the other prostitutes being so close together, and then she held the waist of the super-man in front of her tightly,
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh♡ It's coming♡ It's coming♡ That's good♡ Please let it out♡ If you hadn't taken the birth control pill♡ beforehand♡ I'd definitely be pregnant by now♡ Your usual thick, massive sperm♡ Feel free♡ Feel free♡ Spread it all over me♡ as the number one prostitute in this shop--"
--Zudchun!! !
"--Ohh♡"
The prostitute's back arched as she received the particularly strong thrust of the erection, and a red tongue stretched out from her wide-open mouth.
Naturally, her ample twin breasts also jumped up in a chain reaction, and from the pink tips of their breasts, a clear liquid - saliva, sweat, or love juice, no matter what - which must have been produced for some lewd reason, splashed into the air.
The vaginal walls trembled. The uterus, along with the ovaries, trembled with ecstasy. The entrance took the tip of the penis that had been thrust deep into her mouth...♡ lovingly, and with a suck-suck♡ it gave a final, sweet plea - and that was enough as a trigger. Frey didn't hold back at all, clenched her teeth tightly, and released the heat of the head of her penis, which felt as if it was on fire, all at once.
--Splat! S ... It's gushing out!
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii♡"
The reproductive juice, which far surpassed all normal values in concentration, quantity, and force -- because he had already decided to ejaculate inside her vagina several times -- quickly ravaged and conquered the female's climaxing vagina, whose body was trembling violently. The semen that had not been able to fit inside overflowed from the joint, forming a milky fountain below. ...or so I thought.
"Ahh♡ Frey-sama's semen♡ What a waste♡"
The two whores, whose vaginas were being caressed by Frey's fingers on either side, reacted immediately. Frey's fingers were still teasing the inside of her hot, wet flesh, making her body tremble intermittently with pleasure and happiness, but she skillfully leaned her upper body down and brought her face close to the joining point between Frey and the prostitute who had received his ejaculation, and slurped up the semen that had overflowed from there - which they said was a precious "holy fluid" that should not be spat out anywhere other than the woman's body, not even a single drop of it.
Shamefully, like a dog drinking water. As expected, there was no space, so the prostitute who was sucking her tongue from behind did not join in, but she probably wanted to do so if possible. The tongue movements in her mouth became clearly more intense, and Frey had no choice but to respond. Her fingertips on the two prostitutes on either side of her became more intense and skillful - and as a result, within just a few seconds, the three beautiful women other than the prostitute who had received the ejaculation all climaxed, letting out high-pitched cries.
Slurp...!By the time Frey pulled out his penis, which was covered in a lewd coating of semen and love juice, the four prostitutes clinging to him were all breathing heavily and moving their ample chests up and down, lying on the spot around their master, the beautiful young man - but as usual, Frey had no sense of accomplishment on his face. Unlike the other women lying exhausted all over the room, including the prostitutes he had just given their climaxes for the umpteenth time - Frey had a somewhat empty, sad look on his face,
"...Damn it...!"
He cursed in a mosquito-like voice, turned his body 180 degrees, and carelessly inserted his erection, which showed no signs of wilting, into the folds of the prostitute's flesh, the only one of the women he had been dealing with up until now who he had not given vaginal pleasure from - his mouth was entangled with hers.
By the time the prostitute, who had been drowning in a sea of pleasure, let out a cry of joy and shock, he had already begun his brutal thrusts as if resuming their earlier encounter - no matter how you look at it, it was sex that could be described as one-sided and reckless, with absolutely no consideration for the other person's circumstances or state.
The woman's face was smiling as if she was overwhelmed by the good fortune of the encounter, but that was only because Frey, who was blessed with a natural penis, sexual technique, stamina, and (probably) a Devil Fruit, was a bad actor, and no matter how you look at it, it was not something to be praised, and he himself was aware of that. Even though he was aware of it, he had no choice but to do so.
Only by doing so could he ease, even a little, the sense of loss that had dominated his heart for the past four years - which is why Ingnar Frey embraces women today. He embraced the most lustful prostitutes that ordinary men could never touch, drowning them in an ocean of pleasure - but he never found true satisfaction. Neither sexually nor emotionally - he never felt the same fulfillment as when he embraced Olvia.
It had always been that way. Ever since Olvia disappeared four years ago - ever since he read the letter she left behind.
Ingnar Frey had never felt the same "happiness" that he felt with Nico Olvia.
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At first, Frey also tried to somehow forget about Olvia - because that was what Olvia herself wanted. He had a reason for being a person who could not be with her. So he wanted her to forget about what had happened and find happiness with another woman - that was what was written in the letter left in a room at the inn where they had stayed many times together.
To achieve this, he used brothels and the prostitutes who worked there - an escape from reality, you could say. Frey had traveled from place to place as a bounty hunter, so naturally he knew of the existence of such buildings and their locations - and thanks to his heaven-given good looks and sexual skills, boundless stamina, and his abnormally good will in paying, Frey quickly became a regular customer at every brothel.
Eventually, every time Frey showed up every night, the prostitutes from each brothel would grab him by the arm and fight over him - and since it was too much of a hassle to have such a commotion every time, now it became a habit for him to sleep with the top prostitutes from each brothel in the largest and most luxurious room. Normally this would not have been possible, but without Frey's knowledge, the owners of each brothel had apparently given him permission to do so. Did that mean they appreciated his willingness to pay? Frey wondered. Of course, there's no way he could know the actual situation...
Also, when buying a prostitute, Frey made it a point to buy a high-ranking woman from a high-ranking establishment as much as possible. The more high-ranking the woman, the more thorough the risk of pregnancy. Frey was prepared to take responsibility if it "happened," but he also thought that he shouldn't neglect his efforts to eliminate that need. If he were to get someone pregnant and end up spending the rest of his life with her, Frey felt that it would make his eternal separation from Olvia definitive - that's what Frey feared more than anything.
There were several islands with red-light districts where brothels were swarming about, but Frey's main area of activity had been the area around the sea centered on the Kingdom of Magiwa Reya just a few weeks ago.
The reason was that the Kingdom of Magiwa Reya was a large country with the largest red-light district in the West Blue. And because red-light districts are, by their very nature, melting pots of all kinds of information - of course, not everything there is true - Frey found a ray of hope in that. The hope was that perhaps, through some kind of opportunity, he might be able to obtain information that would allow him to meet Olvia again.
Even if he were to obtain that information - even if they were to meet again based on that information, he knew it wouldn't mean much, since she herself had written in the note she left behind, "Please don't look for me," and "Even if you are successful in finding me, I will never be able to respond to your feelings again," but Frey still couldn't help but want to meet her again.
He wanted to meet her again, see each other's faces properly, and actually exchange words. He wanted to hear the answer from her own mouth, not from a letter. Even if the answer he got was the same as the one written in the letter - even though he knew somewhere in his heart that, if he thought about it calmly, the possibility of that happening was extremely high.
But it was useless. In those four years, Frey had never once obtained any information that could connect her to Olvia - and Frey thought that this was only natural if he thought about it carefully.
The main reason she had said goodbye to Frey was because the research she and her team were conducting was globally forbidden, so it was inevitable that they would act carefully to avoid being discovered in order to reduce the risk - and that was why even rumors of information would not be circulating in places like red-light districts, he thought.
It was something he had vaguely anticipated - as he had said earlier - and sure enough, no matter how many beautiful women he had embraced, or how many times he had embraced them, Frey had never once felt as "happy" as he had felt during sex with Olvia. Not even once in those four years.
Even so, when he was holding a woman - ravaging her, making her submit, and ejaculating into every part of her body - he could ease the sense of loss in his heart, if not exactly feeling happy.
For that reason alone, Frey still went to the brothel every night - but that day was different. Late that night, he was not in a room in a high-class brothel as usual, but in a certain bar. It was a few days after the previous lascivious feast.
(Empty...)
The dim lighting and the unobtrusive music being played on the grand piano in the corner of the room created a retro and relaxed atmosphere at the very end of the bar's counter. Frey thought this as he sipped his drink alone in that spot, with the wall to his left.
As I said before, it's not a lie that only when I'm holding a woman can I forget the loneliness that came over me from my separation from Olbia. It's not a lie, but that's exactly why the feeling of "what on earth am I doing" I feel after sex - the emptiness - grows stronger with each passing day. That week I spent with Olbia. The times I felt the happiest were when I was making love to her, so that's probably why there's such a difference.
I like women, and I like holding women even more. I've been spending my nights doing that for four years, so there's no doubt about that and there's no denying it - but it's different from when I was holding Olbia. That's for sure.
If you ask me specifically how it's different, I'm honestly at a loss for an answer, but it's just different. It's not a matter of logic. In terms of looks and style, there were a few high-class prostitutes that he regularly had sex with who were comparable to Olvia, and in terms of sexual experience and skill, as expected of an expert, there were quite a few who were clearly superior - but.
But still, she was different from Olvia. She was simply different. The feel of that smooth brown skin, the mellow charm that comes with age, the beautiful eyes like obsidian, the smooth white hair, the breasts that were as big as melons, the ample buttocks that looked like they could give birth to any number of children, the exquisite flesh pot that gently accepted, stroked, licked and entertained the embodiment of his desire.
And - a sense of solidarity and satisfaction as if their hearts were completely connected. Four years had already passed, but just remembering any one of them still made Frey's penis grow harder and larger, rearing its head like a hungry beast, which was uncontrollable.
Frey sighed as he put down his empty glass. He had already finished several bottles and drunk a considerable amount of alcohol, but there was no redness to his cheeks and he showed no signs of being drunk.
If possible, he would like to get drunk and be freed from his worries for just now---it seems that his body is not only strong, skilled in the use of Haki, combat techniques, and sexual techniques, but also has a good tolerance for alcohol.
If this is also a talent, Frey could not help but curse it for now. Anything would do. At this point, any method would do, even if it was just for a little while, could he forget those days with Olvia? Somehow other than buying prostitutes in bulk as usual...
Thinking about this while falling into self-loathing, he was about to order a new bottle from the shop owner, a muscular middle-aged man who was gradually showing an annoyed expression, when
"--Is it okay if I sit next to you?"
A woman's voice was heard from nearby. At the same time, Frey's penis swelled, hardening with a 'beep, beep, beep!' sound. Such was the sensuality emanating from the woman standing next to him - and Frey instinctively decided in an instant that he shouldn't turn his face towards her.
If he turned his face towards her and caught her in his line of vision, he would end up pushing her down on the spot, without any regard for the eyes of those around him. He also thought that he shouldn't reply either. If he did that, this mysterious woman might get upset and quickly leave him - or so he thought.
But unfortunately, that didn't happen. A woman who seemed to have taken Frey's silence, as he was holding his glass, which was supposed to be empty, to be an affirmation, sat down in the seat to the right of Frey, in a state of agitation inside. Frey sensed this from her presence and sound.
As usual, he tried not to look at her and tried to distance himself from her casually, but as mentioned earlier, Frey was sitting in a corner of the store, with a counter seat against the wall to the immediate left, so it was almost a futile resistance.
Frey frowned and tried to find something in the ice cream ball in his empty glass that he had placed on the table with a clunk that would show an extraordinary interest, but this was also quite difficult――Frey's thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice.
"A bottle of the same thing that this person opened."
Within a few seconds, a bottle with a label that read "JEREZ" was placed on the table, along with Frey's own glass――and for some reason, the mysterious woman poured alcohol into Frey's glass as well. Frey sighed――he didn't know the circumstances at all, but it was clear that the woman's purpose wasn't alcohol, but him.
...But that didn't really matter. Frey said, casting a cold gaze at the liquid rippling and increasing in volume inside the glass.
"I don't know who you are or where you're from, but can you spare me today? I feel like being alone."
I tried to sound as blunt and annoyed as possible, but it didn't work. At least, the woman's next words showed no sign of agitation or disappointment.
"Don't say such cruel things...? Telling me to disappear without doing anything in front of such an attractive male... That's too harsh..."
Calling a man you've just met a "male"? I'm not a cat or a dog -- Frey bit her lip tightly. But the woman still didn't seem to pay him any attention,
"If you don't know who I am or where I'm from, let me start by introducing myself. My name is Stussy. I'm the person in charge of the entire red light district of this country. I'm also known as the Queen of the Red Light District."
Frey turned his face to the side without thinking. Not that he was particularly interested in the previous words -- at the same time, the woman's smooth, slender, white fingers began to stroke Frey's right thigh.
Frey gasped softly as she suddenly felt something made of the finest feathers caressing her bare skin directly through her jeans, and half-reflexively turned her face towards the woman -- and gasped even louder.
He had a vague hunch, but she was more beautiful than he'd expected, and more sensual than he'd imagined. The woman, wearing a white hat decorated with a single red rose on top of her short, fluffy blonde hair, and dressed in a red dress and white cape, had her legs crossed, and from behind her sunglasses, she had slightly shifted her position, her blue eyes were directed at Frey's face -- and the moment her gaze caught hers, Frey had the illusion of being paralyzed.
Even for him, who had been sleeping with beautiful prostitutes almost every day for the past four years, she was so alluring that he was shocked. Her white skin was smooth, and her ample breasts, which were quite prominent even when she was wearing clothes, were protruding from the sides because the armholes of her dress were much wider than usual, and although she was not that exposed, it was quite erotic. The red lipstick on her lips was not bad either. Frey had the urge to stand up right away and push his erection into her soft, seductive body, but he managed to hold back.
"I'll get straight to the point. Will you hold me?"
"...Isn't that a bit sudden?"
"Oh, is there any need for an unnecessary introduction?"
Stussy chuckled. Was he drunk already? His cheeks were red, and he felt like his breathing was a little rough. It might have been his imagination, but...
"Why?" "Why?" Stussy ruminates on Frey's simple question, wondering why she would ask such a thing. "I told you, didn't I? I can't help but do nothing in front of an attractive man like you - well, if I were to explain it in more detail, it's because I was really curious. For the past few weeks, there have been rumors of a young man who has been seducing many of the girls who work in my territory... He's not only wealthy, but also has such an incredible stamina that he shows no signs of slowing down even after working until dawn. ...Ah, hey, do you really not understand? I, too, am a woman - no, a female - before I am the head of the red-light district of this country. When I hear rumors like that, I can't help but check it out with my own body. ...Please, please. If you don't have any plans after this, okay?" Stussy said all of this in one go, closing the already close distance between him and Frey. Frey leaned back slightly, but didn't stand up - this time it wasn't just his imagination. He didn't know if it was the alcohol that caused it, but Stussy's cheeks were definitely flushed and his breathing was heavy. At the very least, he seemed genuinely excited.
"..."
Frey was quiet for a moment. But he had already come to a conclusion. After a little while, Frey shook the glass for a moment, playing with the ice ball inside, then gulped down the ice-cold amber liquid and put the empty glass on the table.
"Take me a look."
It was a short request. To be honest, he was at his limit after hearing the pleas from his crotch, which was rock hard and bulging out of his jeans.
After four years of constantly hunting for women, it seemed he too had become a complete womanizer. Just a moment ago, he had been thinking that he should stop hunting for women for a while... Disappointment in himself and resignation. And with an undeniable sense of expectation for the pleasure he would get from devouring the female next to him, Frey rose from his seat. "No fishing," he said, placing the money on the table, and Stussy followed suit.
As he raised his hips, he wrapped Frey's slender yet toned arms in his two voluptuous meat buns, and pulled him closer. Stussy's penis, which was still pleading for his turn to come, twitched inside his trunks.
"I've reserved the best room, which you often use too...♡ Let's have fun there...♡"
There was no way he could object, and within 20 minutes of opening the bar door, the two of them were in a room that, just as Stussy had said, was already familiar to Frey, the largest brothel in the country, with the most prostitutes. They were in the VIP area, and as soon as they stepped in, Frey's eyes widened. There, prostitutes in provocative lingerie, numbering at least 40 years old, were waiting for him - and as soon as they saw Frey, they let out a cheer.
"Oh, Frey!"
"Frey! You really came!"
"Frey! No need for further introductions! Come to me now--"
"Ah, hey! Don't try and get ahead of me!"
While Frey was staring blankly, several prostitutes ran up to him. But at almost the same time, a pair of Stussy heels banged on the floor - and with just that, the prostitutes stopped moving.
It seemed that the nickname "Queen of the Red Light District" was not a lie, and it was not just for show. Hearing the loud noise, Frey calmed down. Then, she looked at the prostitutes again. About two-thirds of them were high-class prostitutes he knew and slept with on a daily basis. They all had the heart-shaped pattern on their abdomens, so there was no doubt about it. However, there were also a few prostitutes he had never seen before - what on earth could this mean? Frey turned to Stussy with a look full of meaning. The bewitching Queen of the Night responded immediately.
"...I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to deceive you, but... I just wanted to see for myself whether the rumors were true - especially your inexhaustible stamina, that doesn't fade even when you work hard until dawn... Even though it was a sudden request, they all readily agreed... And the girls who had never been with you before were interested in the rumors, just like me... This alone is enough to prove the credibility of the rumors... But why don't you just show me that? That bottomless stamina... Anyway, if the rumors are true, you wouldn't be satisfied with just me, right...?"
Frey sighed. There was probably something "hidden" behind this - Frey had guessed it even before hearing Stussy's "voice" with his "Kenbunshoku".
But he didn't dare pursue it. He didn't think she would answer honestly, and at the very least, the prostitutes gathered in front of him didn't seem to know anything. They must have gone along with Stussy's proposal purely to be embraced by her - or to confirm the rumors about him.
First of all, as a real man, he had to satisfy the lusts of the women in front of him. It wouldn't be too late to pursue Stussy after that. That's what Frey thought. With that thought in mind - "I get it" - he said briefly, and with quick movements he took off his clothes, and in an instant he was completely naked.
Suddenly, the women erupted in cheers, and Frey could sense Stussy's eyes widening in surprise. His cock, which had been teased so much since he met her at the bar, was now bulging to its limits, and the bright red tip, overflowing with pre-cum, was arching up as if it was going to hit the sky.
"No need for unnecessary preambles, either."
Frey said, not at all intimidated.
"Come on."
It was a simple request, but it was enough for the prostitutes. This time Stussy didn't stop him either. On the contrary, she seemed to have lost her nerve, and collapsed on the spot with her mouth half open and breathing heavily, her face red and boiling. Just wait there. Frey thought as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, and without trying to hide his well-trained naked body, he leisurely spread his hands and showed them to him. The prostitutes, who were in heat, swarmed towards him as if they had been waiting for him.
It didn't take long before the room was filled with the sounds of numerous women's moans and wet smacking.
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