Chapter 177 The Wild Boar’s Outing (3)

Chapter 177: 177 The Wild Boar’s Outing (3)

"Uh, Big Sis, doing this here is a bit..."

"Don’t make me laugh. Did you have the impudent thought that you could just mock this Urga and get away with it?!"

Actually, I had tried not to laugh.

Just seeing her fidgeting with her fingers, I knew that she was embarrassed by these unfamiliar clothes.

In reality, the fact that she was barely covering her tits and pussy wasn’t much different from the leather scraps she used to wear—both outfits only covered the essentials.

But for Urga, even the standard clothes worn by civilized people in the Kingdom, like what Eleonora wore, were practically alien technology.

And on top of that, the clothes here in the modern world couldn’t even be compared to those. Compared to the Kingdom’s fashion, which she at least knew over someone’s shoulder, she was completely ignorant about this world’s style.

She was already awkward and ashamed wearing civilized clothing for the first time, and with me heaping praise on her saying she looked pretty, her embarrassment had skyrocketed.

So, her goal was to shut my ticklish mouth by sealing it with a kiss in her haste, but...

[Hehehe! Ah, how can you hold yourself back seeing that face flushed red with shame!]

That proud, heroic woman—who called me a God yet demanded I make her my broodmare, the wild and overflowing Urga who would unhesitatingly slam a cock into her virgin pussy—was now flustered and didn’t know what to do.

How could I not laugh at this?

However, that was that, and trying to pull down my pants to scold me outside the farm was something she really should refrain from doing. I grabbed Urga hands as she huffed and puffed, trying to undo my zipper.

"Uhm, doing it here is really..."

"Hmph, you say that, but you’re the one standing there with a stiff cock."

"Ugh..."

"Kuhuhu... I’ll wring a shot out of you with these tits, so stay still."

[Master Breeder, are you the same? You say no, but your body is honest...]

’Shut up!’

It couldn’t be helped, could it?

A tanned beauty of incredible appearance was clinging to me, wearing only a black tank top up top and hot pants below that revealed her entire thighs. As a male with a cock, how could I endure this?

[Hahaha, of course, our Master Breeder who only has a long tongue and a lustful drive.]

Ah, seriously, how do I punish that thing later?

I’d like to flick her forehead about thirty-five times, and when she starts crying, I’d spank her ass until...!

Gulp!

"Huh?"

"Kuhuhu, have you finally decided to accept reality? Good, that’s wise. My darling just stay still, this Big Sis will do everything for you..."

"No, that’s not it..."

Urga, who had failed to unzipped her own pants but seemed to be an expert at opening others’, yanked my pants down in one smooth motion.

I tried to pitifully hold onto my waistband, but it was impossible for someone as weak as me to overcome the grip strength of a woman who could tear a bear apart with her bare hands.

"Phew... Look at this, look at this... Just as I thought, haah... You act all unwilling, but you’ve fallen completely for this Urga’s charm... knowing only how to t-tease me..."

"There are people outside...!"

"Is that what you should be worrying about right now? I said I want to do it for you!"

Now completely fired up, Urga yelled "Yap!" and pulled down my underwear as well. She let out a hot, ecstatic snort of breath as she watched my cock spring up, twitching like a caught grasshopper.

"This, this right now is because of me... Like this, I made it like this, right?"

"Yes, it’s because of you, so take responsibility for it properly."

"Kuhuhu... Just leave it to me!"

Schlurp.

If I couldn’t retreat, the only way was forward.

As I crossed my arms as if to say ’do your worst,’ Urga stared up at me blankly for a moment before giggling and licking her lips.

She always called Eleonora a bitch or a slut, but she really resembled her in moments like this.

"Then, my darling has to be quiet, okay? Otherwise, that person over there, uh, who was it... the shop staff will find out."

"Yepp."

"Kuhuhu..."

I don’t know what was so funny about ’Yepp,’ but Urga, who giggled every time I spoke, let out a small laugh again. Then, like a savannah crocodile ambushing its prey, she shoved my cock into her mouth in one go.

In this aspect, she was definitely different from Eleonora.

If it were Eleonora, she would have deliberately gathered sticky saliva in her mouth to show off her lewdness, then slowly opened her mouth with a seductive smile.

[Especially how the saliva stretches from that mouth-pussy like stalactites in a cave... Ah, wait a sec, I’m getting a nosebleed again.]

"..."

On the other hand, in Urga’s case, seeing my cock made her think ’Food!’ and she would pounce immediately. It was like throwing dripping raw meat in front of a starving beast—she rushed at it frantically.

This wildness was truly a charm unique to Urga.

"Schluuurp... You’re thinking about that bitch right now, aren’t you..."

But perhaps my distracted thoughts were too obvious. Before I could even praise her wild nature, she stopped rolling my glans around in her mouth and looked up at me with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Normally, I should soothe her here, but since my cock had already been ambushed by her, I now had a reason not to back down either.

"Yes, is there a problem with that?"

"Whaaaat?!"

Do you really want to be punished?!

Looking up at me with eyes full of betrayal at my brazen attitude, Urga bared her sharp shark-like teeth as if to threaten me.

"Unlike Eleonora, I was just thinking that a fierce and beautiful woman like you would have a real taste to taming. Just a fleeting, lewd thought about breaking you in."

[Again, again! I really need to cut off that tongue of yours!]

Just like me, she had black hair, but hers shone brilliantly like the night sky. As I stroked her hair, Urga grabbed my hand with a thud.

"T-taming me? To have such an arrogant thouuuught..."

Huh?

I thought she would get angry, but instead, she was grinning broadly. Because of her sharp shark teeth, it looked like she was snarling, but having seen her face as she cummed countless times while mixing flesh with me, I knew.

Right now, this woman was incredibly turned on.

"Very arrogant, my darling. I told you before, I’m not being tamed! I’m the one sitting on top of you, crushing you under my ass. Since I’m doing everything for you, you should be grateful!"

Releasing my cock, Urga lifted the hem of her tank top with her fingers. She immediately began to push my cock into the gap.

Instantly, inside the tank top, her massive, elastic breasts—unhindered by a bra—began to assault my cock.

"I’ll do it like this, so my darling doesn’t need to think about anything, just think about being adored by me. Then, this Urga will just..."

"Oho..."

Considering how she had taken my cock into her mouth, it felt more like licking than sucking. Was she planning to sandwich it between her tits from the start?

’She planned this all along.’

Me stroking her hair or being arrogant were just excuses; she just wanted to torment my cock with her tits from the beginning.

Like Eleonora, just pushing with her body to wring out my semen with pure pressure might be a bit lacking, but wearing a tank top that compresses and supports her chest would definitely increase the hydraulic pressure.

"Why is my darling twitching already? So cute. Is this Urga’s tit-fucking that good? Can you even last until you shoot inside my pussy at this rate??"

"Is there a need for that? You’re going to live the rest of your life covered in my semen anyway."

"Ugh... acting up again, again...!"

Before I knew it, despite my hand stroking her head, Urga was diligently pushing her breasts up, milking my cock.

"Hmph! So you want to be milked by my tits that badly? If that’s your wish, there’s nothing I can’t do!"

Her service was based on what she had seen Eleonora do, but unlike Eleonora who pushed up in one smooth motion, Urga moved her hands pressing against her side-boob in an off-beat rhythm.

If Eleonora-style service was like pumping—carefully dragging up the sensation of ejaculation stitch by stitch—Urga’s service was a continuous assault on my cock without any consistent interval.

By shaking her tits that were caressing my cock all over the place, it had a structure designed to drive a male into excitement.

It was exactly like a beast that had sunk its teeth into the prey’s neck, waiting for the breath to stop. These were the savage breasts of a beast, tormenting and tormenting my cock endlessly until it spewed out semen.

"Kuhuhu, you noticed, didn’t you? You figured out this Urga’s cock-hunting method. But my darling won’t be able to pull out, will he?"

"W-why?"

"Because whenever you get the chance, you stare intently at my and that bitch’s tits... so I’m just... doing this with them."

She mumbled as if she lacked confidence even as she said it, but she wasn’t wrong.

Where in the world is there a man who hates tits? If there is one, he is into faggots.

The bigger the better, but both Eleonora and Urga were absurdly huge, yet their breasts never ruined the balance of their figures, possessing incredible fleshiness and elasticity.

Tits I wanted to see whenever I had the chance, touch whenever I had the chance, suck whenever I had the chance, and sandwich my cock between whenever I had the chance—truly, demonic tits.

"W-what, why is your cock suddenly getting bigger?!"

"I’m so moved by your sincere service that my cock is about to shed some heavy tears."

"D-don’t be funny! This isn’t service, I’m devouring you! Like this! Haa-uup!"

"Ohh?"

Realizing that the time for ejaculation had come as she felt the cock growing inside her cleavage repeatedly, Urga bowed her head. She gobbled up the head of my cock protruding from her cleavage into her mouth while simultaneously pressing firmly on her side-boobs to force the ejaculation.

Unable to endure the pressure of Urga’s tits and the sensation of her mouth, my cock began to release semen straight away.

Splurt-Splurt-Splurttt!!!...

With the sound of fluids erupting, Urga’s cheeks slowly puffed up.

However, for some reason, even though the ejaculation had stopped, she didn’t swallow. She just looked up at me.

"Hehe, open your mouth."

"Ahh..."

She said she was devouring me, but as soon as I finished speaking...

Urga opened her mouth, bubbling with semen, and looked up at me with desperate eyes, expecting my next words.

And when I stroked her head once and gently pushed her chin up to close her mouth, Urga’s throat immediately began to move with a gulping sound.

Gluck-gluck-gluck.

"You’re good at this?"

"...♥"

They say compliments make even whales dance.

Like chugging cool water or beer, Urga swallowed the semen past her throat without hesitation. Finally, when nothing remained in her mouth...

She opened her mouth again while looking up at me.

"Look at this... Aaah..."

"Oh?"

I tried to check if she swallowed properly, but she seemed embarrassed again and quickly clamped her mouth shut.

But soon, seeing my cock still poking out from her cleavage, she grinned broadly and spoke to me in a sly tone.

"My darling gets jealous easily, sooooo... I have to do thiiiiis...♥"

Then, lifting her breasts, Urga wiped my cock, which was smeared with her saliva and some remaining semen. Once the cleaning was somewhat done, she lifted the hem of her tank top again and took my cock out.

"There’s still some on it, you know?"

"No. It’s fine. I did it on purpose."

"Huh?"

The semen seemed to have been wiped clean, judging by the traces on Urga’s cleavage, but Urga’s saliva was a different story—it was still glistening on me...

"This way, other females will know that my darling belongs to this Urga. And other males knowing is a bonus!"

"Aha..."

Seriously, a fox in a bear’s skin.

I slowly took out my sunglasses and put them on her face.

"More importantly, it’s gotten a bit loud outside, sorry about that. We even made a hole in the changing room."

"Mm? That side knows too."

"Excuse me?"

"This outfit. Do you think I, who knows nothing, picked it out myself?"

So when I called the clerk earlier before leaving, it was to ask for advice on coordinating an outfit?

I looked at Urga, who was tidying up her clothes. She flushed red again and muttered.

"I called her, but she was trembling all over. So I told her to dress me up so I could knock my darling down, and suddenly that bitch started grinning ear to ear? Then she gave me this and that, saying it was pretty..."

Well... I didn’t know the details, but seeing her blush thinking about that moment, I could roughly guess what face Urga made when asking the clerk.

Should I say it’s the feeling of someone realizing that what they thought was a tiger was actually a feisty cat?

"W-what? Why are you laughing?!"

"N...o? Anyway, let’s go. We have to pay, and there are so many places to look around."

"Damn it! T-that bitch tricked me, didn’t she?! The fact that my lewd darling didn’t cum in my pussy proves she tricked me!"

"Uh... talking about that here is a bit..."

Urga glared at the changing room curtain, behind which the employee likely stood, looking as if she would die of vexation just thinking about it. Since the clerk might faint if we walked out like this, I decided to gently soothe Urga first.

But before pulling up my pants, I asked a question that had suddenly crossed my mind.

"By the way, didn’t she give you any underwear to go with this? Like, for your breasts..."

"...She said my height and tits are too huge, so those have to be special ordered."

"Ah."

I accepted that immediately.