241008態度が悪い子に理解させた件d3

Title: The Tale of the Mishandled Harem

“Bitch, get over here!” The burly man’s voice was thick with lust and frustration. He stood in the center of the bustling Tokyo underground, surrounded by a half-dozen scantily-clad women. The petite Asian hotties eyed each other with jealous suspicion, their demeanor a far cry from the sultry glances they’d flashed at him earlier.

The leader reached out and grabbed the nearest girl, his meaty paw grasping her tiny wrist. He pulled her close, her perky tits pressed against his chest, and whispered harshly in her ear. “You’re mine, slut. You’re all MINE.”

The girl whimpered in protest, her gaze darting to the other neglected lovers. Each was trying to be noticed, desperation in their taglines — “8000 yen/E asynchronous hentai slave”, “Please give me a facefuck!” — hoping to catch this man’s elusive eye.

“Please,” she begged. “You’ve fucked us all before. Store the others somewhere and finish me first.”

He scoffed, shoving her away to the others. Their shoulders hit each other, a commotion of pathetic pleas and supplications.

“Are you all crazy?” The man’s nostrils flared in anger. “I’ve given you food, shelter, and even money. And this is the thanks I get?”

The girl he’d designated as his reluctantly made way in his path. The floor-to-ceiling harem he inhabited had always been precariously balanced, each girl vying to be the most pleasing, most useful little wife.

“Please, sensei,” the leader’s chosen wife panted. “I only want to please you. Use this slutty girl’s womb and forget the others. Let me wash your back later as you eat your dinner!”

He let out a bitter laugh, his strides long and purposeful as he led her to a side room. The others faded like ghosts behind their backs.

They had barely rolled onto the futon when the saviour of the harem room entered, a tall, kind-looking man with glasses. Upon seeing the objects of his dear friend’s “attentions”, the man’s eyes widened.

“Oh! HI-sensei, what happened? Sensei look… like she has an o-face! Why don’t you ever put a condom on before your lovemaking?”

The leader paused his furious crotch-lurching. His lesser wife underneath froze. He glared up at the intruder, face beet red.

“It’s none of your business,” he stammered.

“You mad? Hey, your wives can’t get pleasure from your lovemaking! Don’t be such a useless person!”

The leader continued his relentless crotch-slamming, sweat pouring down his corded neck. But his heart wasn’t in it anymore, no longer able to focus. All he could think of was the criticism, the judgement in the other man’s eyes. He was a failures, useless and spineless.

He finally stopped, pulling out of the girl with an exasperated sigh. She was uncommonly pleased at the reprieve, lying there exhausted if satisfied.

“I’m not stupid,” the burly man snapped. “What are you, some kind of cuck? Don’t look at my wives.”

“Wives? All you did was getting a fuck from an amateur girl. Do you not understand presence of mind and purpose of technique? Such a shitty semen receptacle, can’t even do proper cunnilingus.”

The wife perking up, eyes glimmering with fresh hope. The wardrobe door was being held ajar. But the leader was only sinking deeper into despair.

“I’m useless,” he agreed miserably. “I can’t stay hard. I wasted cum on her face… Spun out innumerable ejaculations and ruined my focus. I’m pathetic.”

The other man smiled. Kindly. Compassionately.

“Well, I’d love to help you with that, Sensei. I’m so very sorry for being such an imbecile.” He spoke slowly, carefully, in a hushed tone. “My misuse… I’ll do anything! Let me know what to do!”

The soldier family man paused. Looked at him sharply. A hint of a cruel smile teased his lips.

A new phrase appeared on the screen. His true-wives were forgotten-___