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There is a currency that may only be used in the Fortress of Meropide. The concept is similar to Mora in the overworld. You gain it by hard work, doing something, taking extra shifts, just like how you obtain Mora, right? Of course, in the overworld, you may obtain Mora with less… Let’s see the word. Less dignified way. Wriothesley experienced it long ago. Anyway, the Fortress of Meropide coupons can be used in many ways. Skipping work. Buying more decent meals. Exchanging information. You can obtain quality of life in the underworld by having coupons.
You may find some other use once you stay long enough and adapt enough. Perhaps something that will fulfill your soul and body? Something like sexual pleasure? If you are hard-headed enough and have some sort of good reputation for His Grace, you may find some sounds coming from the upper stairs of the office. Do not fret, it is not a mysterious sound that will make your hair stand up. Something else might stand up, though.
“Oh! His Grace! His Grace’s chest is amazing! Better than anything I’ve felt!”
Perhaps you will find yourself walking to a criminal with His Grace on the floor lifting his black shirt, revealing the plump two pieces of meat, and squeezing another slab of hardened meat in between it. Something to be taken interest in is that His Grace’s face doesn’t show any disgust. He may often share short eye contact with the new one who is coming before his head gently touched to ask him to give oral to the other man.
Even when the criminal was blinded by pent-up lust and begged for forgiveness before slamming every worth of his shaft deep inside the throat, he didn’t complain nor show any immense pain.
“Nhu– ♡ Mmf– ♡♡”
He was enjoying it. Every moment of it. He was savoring the taste. The aroma and taste of an honest hardworking criminal who tries to repent their crimes in the Fortress. He would really love to use his hand to help swallow and give more attention to the cock but unfortunately, both of his hands are busy pampering the other two in-need-of-attention cocks. Stroking it to induce many vulgar wet noises and slicks from pre-cum dribbling to his hand to lubricate.
The one receiving a personal blowjob from His Grace grunts deeply, gazing upon the man with the most powerful status in the area, mouth open wide. His eyes rolled back, feeling sensitive as his perky and horny nipples pinched. It’s too erotic for the criminal’s mind to take. Greed overtakes him, he quickly says before anyone can say it first, “His Grace! I will spend every last of my coupons, please, let me cum inside your throat!”
The other criminals mock the desperate criminals. Calling him a virgin for wasting those coupons just to cum inside the throat when he should’ve used it to cum inside His Grace himself. “Good luck working your ass for weeks to get those coupons back.” They laugh.
They laugh at first but their laugh subsides soon. Cocks twitch when the criminal holds His Grace’s head with both hands and bobs the head without forgiveness. The lewd wet sounds coming from the cock brutally gagging the throat then pull out until the tip has a thick string of throat juice connecting to the lips, before slamming it again–deep. Even the other criminals wince imagining how painful it is.
“Mngh! ♡ Nguhh! ♡” His Grace couldn’t even give any service anymore. His mouth and throat are being used like a fleshlight. Too occupied with it that the let go of the two cocks to hold the thighs. This is the best moment of his life, though. It may not be a secret anymore that the Duke–Wriothesley–loves taking it rough. Sadly, his status gives him a better life and fires back that most people are afraid of hurting him and giving them longer sentences.
“His Grace! His Grace!! I’m close–!!! Please swallow it all!”
The friction between Wriothesley’s tongue and the hard cock makes his head feel light. The familiar aroma becomes more intense and intense before everything turns white. With the last brutal thrust, Wriothesley swore that some part of his body went completely numb. The criminal moans loudly, pressing the head, not wanting to let go and staying true to his words to make His Grace swallows all of his pent-up thick cum.
“...~♡♡” So thick that Wriothesley almost thinks this is condensed milk but not near sweet, just salty but delicious nonetheless.
Everyone in the room swallowed their spit. His Grace licked and kissed the tip of the softened cock, cleaning every drop from spit and cum, then swallowing it back. Oh. There goes months' worth of working coupons… Is it worth it? Very much. His Grace’s throatfuck might be the best throatfuck he ever felt, even better than the bitches he used to hire way back in the past.
“Work hard.” His Grace didn’t say much other than with his typical small smile, teasing how the criminal must work for months again. His eyes turned back to the three–no, the last man who paid the second most expensive coupons. The other two only paid for some handjobs without reaching an ejaculation, “Better make up your mind soon, it’s near my afternoon tea time.”
The criminal twitched. Watching His Grace chin dripping with cum and spills to his plump chest was enough to make him have second thoughts on whether it is enough or not. At first, his intention was just to feel how is it to get some boobjobs and finish it all by himself, but his horny mind told him to just fuck it.
Spend all the coupons to buy the permission to cum on His Grace’s boobs?
> Yes
> No
Those are at least three months of working tirelessly… No, he must remember all those sweats dripping from working. All those hours of enduring heat from machines. Those sweet, fat boobs are not going to make him blind! And even those delicious, perky, chocolate… nipples… are not going to delude him from… the pain… of work…ing…
“Defeated by greed, eh? I thought you had better self-control.”
I’m sorry, Your Grace… I don’t think anyone will have self-control when it comes to your body…
The criminal can hear his bank empty even though he doesn’t have any bank account. But His Grace apologizes that his legs are tired already so he will lay down on the carpet while the criminal does his own activity. He lay on top of His Grace, slowly putting his still-hard cock back in the comfort and warmth of the boobs. Wriothesley thinks it’s hotter than before…
“Ngh… I didn’t give you permission to touch it, didn’t I? ♡”
The criminal immediately pulls back his hands, afraid that he steps out of bounds and will receive some level of punishment for this. But His Grace only cackled, saying that it was a joke. Jokes should’ve made the two sides laugh… But, whatever. “If you need to squeeze it, you can. You’ve already paid even if you were weak from your greed.”
That’s a green light, right? He will use that permission to the fullest then.
Suddenly squeezing both of his boobs hard startled His Grace that he lets out quite an embarrassing high pitch voice. The criminal’s cock is so big and long that the tip is peeking in between. His Grace lets the man do everything he needs to get his satisfaction, he spends all those coupons for this after all, haha. But he didn’t expect his chest would be pushed together to the middle like this. Oh, please, not the nipples. Wriothesley is very–
“ANGH!? ♡”
–Sensitive there.
Why is the man suddenly moving his hips like a beast? And he is pushing the boobs so that the sensitive nipples are almost grazing with the thick hot cock. The smell too, since it is directly under his nose, Wriothesley can sniff it even by a single breath. Every time his nipples got pinched, his back arched, creating a beautiful curve.
This is bad… It feels kinda good…
“Your Grace… Are you feeling good? Your breathing suddenly sounded very lewd…”
The other follows along, “Yes, Your Grace. If I may be bold, your breathing sounds like you are enjoying it.”
Wriothesley could never see his face since there were no mirrors there. Or anything that could reflect his appearance now. But the criminals could see His Grace, the His Grace, taking out his tongue and his breathing short and fast. They may not say it out loud, but they all share one mind together. Of course, they couldn’t say it, or else their sentences might become longer.
His Grace breathing like a female dog in heat.
With such an expression how can the guy not want to violate the boobs even more? He proceeds to grope and violate it more and more. Making lewd movements, groping it hard up and down, circling, all while at times pinching or pulling the needy nipples. Inducing all the good vulgar moans, “Nh–unh! ♡ Anh! ♡ Ahn–! ♡” From each movement.
It is true, though. His Grace has come to enjoy this. His hazy eyes look at the pre-cum leaking from the very tiny hole but can manage to impregnate any womb. He wants his tongue to reach that heavenly clear liquid but alas, his tongue’s length can’t manage to fulfill it.
He lets the criminal violate his chest like this. It’s embarrassing, in all honesty. Wriothesley knows his chest’s skin is going to get red from the amount of fast and hard friction, not to mention the pubes are prickling his skin.
“Oh! Oough! Your Grace! Your tits feel so–fucking–good!”
Ah, bad language. Wriothesley should remember that on the criminal’s next shift.
The man picks up his pace, thrusting in and out, trying to squeeze his cum out and spray it onto the beautiful chest. The same chest he can’t keep out of his mind every time His Grace passes by doing some walk around the Fortress. Wriothesley moans accordingly. He swore this criminal movement seemed more like he is trying to impregnate his boobs. The thought is so silly. There’s no way his chest can get pregnant. But, imagining this brutal thrusting and this smell of pure sex inside him–
“OH, YOUR GRACE! YOUR GRACE!”
Splat!
Loads of hot cum sprays out without care even when some of it splattered on his lower face. The promise was to have him creampie-ing his chest, not his face again. But His Grace will let this go for now since it is possibly because of how hard the man nutted.
“Ah…nh… ♡ …Nnh– ♡♡”
Wriothesley almost jerked his hips upward, his mind almost had an orgasm. This man, he swore, not only violates his chest but he breaks into and fucking him from within by his thick cum’s scent. Obviously, he hasn’t been jerking off for at least a week. Luckily, he can push away the need to cum. He doesn’t want to make those criminals think they are receiving special privileges or positions just for making him come.
But everyone can see how His Grace was so close to cumming stupid just from his expression…
The speaker announced the lunch break would end soon and whoever was on the next shift must go to their place soon. His Grace composed himself, getting up and sternly telling the criminals to go back soon. Before the last guy gets down, the criminal who spent all of his coupons for a boobjob was told to tell the other criminals not to bother him for any reason unless it's a high emergency until night. Of course, the criminal obeys the order and quickly pulls himself out of the office.
Acting as if he didn’t do some things to the Duke.
Wriothesley gets up and wipes everything away with some cloth. Uh, this is bad. His black shirt is smelly from both sweat and cum. He has to change it again. What a waste, it’s just a little bit after half a day yet he has to change the shirt. Changing his shirt and putting on his respectable self again, he went to his tea rack.
“Now then. What tea should I drink today? ♡”