Chapter 3: Angie and Villette
"Nah nah nah, Villette, you sucked a little too much just now, didn't you?"
The blonde succubus grinned as she sat down on Villette, who was in a trance-like state. Her hot, huge tits, tightly strung by her shirt, bounced up and down as she bent over, bobbing as if they were soft pudding.
Villette didn't reply to her. She just sucked dully on the straw in her mouth. Amidst the transparent color of the plastic blur, her soft tongue was licking the tip of the straw with impunity. That violent movement made the straw's outside quiver vaguely.
Angie didn't care about her best friend ignoring her and continued to talk to herself.
"Look, the squeezing is so strong that he can only sit in that corner alone. How pitiful. Ah, but even though you're worthy of being called the best student this year, you're dull in all aspects except milking."
Angie smirked and moved closer to Villette, looping her left arm around the back of Villette's bare, flawless swan neck.
"Boys need encouragement, otherwise they will keep getting frustrated and lose their self-confidence."
As she spoke, she waved gently towards the opposite side of the glass before undoing the top button of her shirt with a gentle smile.
The tightly bound breast flesh immediately bounced outward, and the crystalline beads of sweat that had just been secreted due to the eating drooped all the way down to her tantalizing clavicle, yet never reaching her deep cleavage.
One slave immediately let out a growl of bliss, eyeing the treats from his master, gripping his swollen rod tightly and jerking it quickly.
Angie continued to wear that doting smile on her face as she gently cradled her heavy breasts.
Supported by the palms of her hands, the lavender lace bra under her shirt suddenly bounced upward, making the snow-white flesh of her breasts ripple in a physically and mentally mesmerizing way.
And at the edge of that ripple, a little pink bulge was trying to resist coming out from under the cover of the lacy pattern.
Almost at the same time, many of the slaves who had already been attracted to Angie's breast were wide-eyed, their heads nodding dementedly up and down in time with her breast-supporting motions, and the whole scene seemed like a comical puppet show.
The lust for procreation that was ingrained in every male burned through their bodies. A few of the slaves that could no longer hold back pressed themselves against the glass, their eyes gazing straight up at the pink nipples that were slowly popping out of her bra.
Every time that flesh color bubbled outward a little, the speed of their jerking increased by a minute, their brains, completely occupied by the lascivious scene of swaying breasts, didn't even realize that the pleasure in their lower bodies was on the verge of becoming too extreme. They just frantically rubbed their rods with a speed that made their bodies almost unable to keep up. Their violent gasps also became weak.
Seeing this scene, Angie's gentle, motherly smile finally showed a hint of teasing color.
Suddenly, her hand stopped.
The twisted expressions of the slaves who were almost bulging their eyes out were completely frozen. Their meat rods that had clearly pushed the limits of their endurance were unable to ejaculate in the slightest bit due to the lack of the final stimulating blow.
Her pink bulges were already almost out of her lacy bra, making it feel as if they would pop out with just the faintest of breaths from her.
But they stayed there, and even when the slaves banged their heads against the glass and stared at them from every angle, they could not peer into the mysterious pink garden.
They rubbed their bottoms almost self-mutilatingly, even shrugging their rising, cracking rods against the glass, but were never able to release that built-up pleasure. They could only stare intensely at the whistling pink bumps and let out idiotic, faint moans.
Angie slowly opened her palms and pressed her fingers against each of her two masses of fiery breast flesh. That smile on her face had taken on a thoroughly lascivious and nasty quality.
The palms that had been pressed against the underside of both breasts snapped shut.
Those huge breasts slammed into each other under the force of the palms, completely squeezing the already incredibly deep cleavage into a guillotine that could decapitate countless men.
Pah~
It was the slight squishing sound of soft, slippery breasts touching together.
Not a loud noise, but like a ringing bell, it echoed in the already muddy minds of the slaves who were still in a frozen state, as if it was their own bodies that had just been crushed into pieces by those two masses of snow-white flesh.
"Ah... ah..."
The torrents of semen that came were so violent that the force of the impact even pushed the slaves themselves a few steps backward. Their bodies which were red and swollen from carrying too much pleasure simply couldn't resist and fell to the ground under the force of gravity.
They didn't even have the strength to scream from the pleasure they felt. Instead, they just opened their mouths wide like a fish out of water and let out nearly inaudible weak moans.
Angie ignored the disgruntled looks on the other succubus' faces and just re-buttoned her shirt, continuing to hang on to that smirking expression as she chatted with Villette.
"You see, boys sometimes want to be affirmed by girls. You can't train a good slave with only chastisement and no reward."
