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“I love creampies… Aaahh ♥ My pussy is cumming. My pussy is cumming…!”

“C-Calissa!”

Ongur’s voice was distorted with shock.

He only knew that I had an affair with his wife…

This must be the first time he’s actually seen her in such a disheveled state, so it’s understandable that he’s flustered.

“Calissa, open your mouth.”

“Yes.”

I provocatively kissed Calissa and stirred her creampied pussy with my dick.

Squish… Squish… Squish…

“Stop it! Time’s up!”

“Whew~”

I leisurely thrust into Calissa’s pussy and said,

“We extended it for another hour.”

“Extended? We never talked about…”

“Calissa agreed too. Right?”

Calissa wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and nodded.

Well, her husband can’t see that.

I thrust my dick deep into Calissa’s pussy.

“Ooohh ♥”

“Say it.”

“I agreed to receive unlimited creampies from Sir Taeyang for as long as he wants…!”

“I won’t tolerate that. If you don’t stop right now…!”

“If I don’t?”

I stopped thrusting and turned around. Ongur couldn’t finish his sentence and lowered his head.

He realized he had no justification to stop it. How pathetic…

I wanted to free him from his suffering quickly.

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

The husband raised his head.

His expression, which had been waiting for the hellish time to end, brightened considerably.

I hugged Calissa, who had been watching our conversation with concern, and suddenly started thrusting into her pussy!

Squish, Squish, Squish, Squish, Squish!

“Ung, ungh? Abb ugh? ugh!”

Calissa immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and responded to the sex.

She’s clenching her pussy tight…!

“Y-You said you’d stop…!”

“There are about 8 minutes left, so I’ll cum in your pussy one more time and let you go!”

I’ll cum quickly and let you go, Calissa!

I pulled Calissa close to me and pounded her pussy from top to bottom like chopping wood.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!

“Come on!”

“Ah, ah, ah, suddenly… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ahhh… Honey, don’t look. Don’t looook…!”

I vigorously pounded Calissa’s dripping wet pussy with the breeding thrust.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust♥

“Aaaaaah♥”

“Okay, this is the last one. Get your repayment pussy ready!”

“Unnggh, mmm!”

Calissa clenched her pussy muscles and held on.

Because she knows in her head that she shouldn’t pant freely in front of her husband.

Even though she tempted me by shaking her ass because she craved a young dick, did she ever expect to be clinging to my dick like this?

A married woman enduring pussy pounding to maintain trust with her husband…

I can’t resist this!

I grabbed Calissa’s body tightly and thrust forcefully into her pussy.

Squish, squish, squish, squish♥

“Aaahh …!”

The sexy married woman who dreamed of an affair while showing off her firm ass experiences complete pussy corruption.

With Geum Taeyang’s irreplaceable, fully erect 11-inch dick!

“Ohooot. No…! Nooo…! Mmm… Hueugh… Ah, ah, ah…!”

You didn’t say no even once until now, did you?

I’m going to give this insolent pussy a breeding thrust to make it repent…!

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!

“Ugh!”

Calissa stuck out her tongue, tilted her head back, and twitched.

“How does it compare to your husband!”

“Ooh..ooh.. Ooohh …! Sir Taeyang’s body is firm… and your dick is big and dignified♥ It’s completely different from my husband…!”

“Good. You’re doing well. Keep making my dick hard!”

I pounded Calissa’s pussy deliciously with my hard dick.

This feeling of connection every time my pubic bone and her pussy slapped together!

As if trying to blend our pussies and dicks into one, we stuck together and rubbed against each other.

Squish, squish, squish, squish!

“Cali..ssa…”

The husband was dumbfounded.

Seeing his wife getting her pussy pounded by a fully erect 11-inch dick and leaking juices, it’s understandable.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Honey… Ooh… Ohhh! The dick difference is too big, you can’t beat this guy♥”

Ooh!

Are you really going to be my bitch wife?

How can I resist when you say things like that and clench your pussy tight!

“Come on!”

I pounded Calissa’s pussy with my balls and put more power into my thrusts.

Squish, Squish, Squish, Squish!

“Calissa…! You’re lying, right? It’s just… because you’re servicing him right?… You’re lying, right?”

“Ahh, ahh, ah, it’s strong… The young and hard male dick is strong!”

“Declare your pussy’s defeat and go!”

“Unnggh♥ I’ll be Sir Taeyang’s exclusive bitch wife from now on… and I’ll give you my pussy whenever you want!”

“Hup! Hup!”

Ah, I’m sweating with pleasure.

As if being sucked into Calissa’s body, I clung to her and thrust my dick into her pussy.

Squish, Squish, Squish, Squish!

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming in Calissa’s pussy!”

I relentlessly rubbed my erect dick against Calissa’s womb and then ejaculated.

Spurt! Spurt!

“Haaat… Unnggh…”

Squish… Squish… Squish…

Calissa’s lower body swayed back and forth with my lewd hip movements.

I gave her a thorough pussy shaking.

“Inside my pussy… Please cum…”

Hearing the delayed “Please cum in my pussy”…

“I have to go now, Calissa.”

Calissa clung to me as if she didn’t want to let go.

I wasn’t the only one who felt reluctant.

I gently stroked Calissa’s head and soothed her disappointment with a kiss.

“I’m pulling out.”

I slowly rotated and pulled out my sensitive dick after cumming.

It was a big deal because Calissa’s pussy hole clung to my dick and wouldn’t let go.

I had to resist the urge to thrust back in…

Ongur, seeing my big dick covered in my cum and his wife’s pussy juices, fell to his knees.

I squatted in front of him and handed him ten gold coins directly.

“I enjoyed your wife’s pussy service.

I’ll be relying on you while I’m in this district.”

Ongur was speechless.

I patted him on the shoulder and placed the ten gold coins on the floor in front of him.

“I’ll leave them here alright?”

“Ah, and I’ll take some alcohol too.”

A total of 20 gold coins?

Even I think I gave them a lot.

But this money was not wasted.

I just added a little more to the money I earned from emptying Calissa’s pussy, out of my conscience.

As a result, I took Calissa, and her market value, like Cecilia’s, is at least 50 to 100.

I can’t sell her for less than that.

‘Not that I ever intended to.’

I’m busy enough fucking her myself, where would I have the time to give her to someone else?

Even if I starve to death, I refuse.

“Cecil, let’s go back.”

“Uuu…”

When I came out of the shower, Cecil was pacing back and forth in front of the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t stop him…”

“Oh.”

Come to think of it, that’s right.

Why did my self-proclaimed Combat 500 assistant allow her husband to intrude?

“Cecil, do you want to get punished?”

Should I use this as an excuse to give her a lewd punishment?

“Ah…Mmm…”

Before that, I decided to ask her why.

“Why couldn’t you stop him?”

Cecil’s cheeks turned red.

“Oppa’s ass! It was like! Up and down! I, I’ve never seen anything like that…!”

“…”

I was injecting semen into Calissa’s pussy with the breeding thrust…

It seems like Cecil can’t help but feel embarrassed just thinking about the perverted impregnation sex that surpasses even AV productions.

But wait…

“Up and down… Like…”

“…”

The way she says it makes it sound like I was twerking like a madman, doesn’t it?

From Cecil’s perspective, that’s the only way it could have looked…

‘This girl, being a woman, saw my ass first.’

If it were a man, he would have inevitably noticed and paid attention to Calissa’s lower body as she was getting pussy pounded under me, but it seems like Cecil was only looking at my ass while I was having impregnation sex with a woman.

Thinking about it like that makes even me embarrassed.

“Ahem.”

I cleared my throat to change the atmosphere.

“You’re embarrassed by your master working!?”

“I am! Your ass was shaking like crazy! Oppa’s ass!”

“Didn’t you see anything other than my ass…”

“That…”

Cecil’s cheeks turned red.

She must have seen more than just that.

My balls slapping against her pussy…

“I’m sorry. If I knew Oppa was working so hard to earn money like this, I… I wouldn’t have asked for money…”

“Don’t make it sound like I’m shaking my ass against my will!”

That was precisely dick thrusting!

I’m doing it voluntarily because I fucking love it!

“Anyway, Master must be waiting hungry.

Let’s choose some alcohol and go back.”

“Okay!”

Talking to her made me completely lose the urge to punish her.

I went to the liquor store with Cecil and bought all the expensive-looking alcohol.

It feels like I’m taking more than the eight gold coins I spent on it…

But who cares?

I can just get Calissa’s pussy service again.

“This too! And this!”

Cecil was already stuffing bottles of alcohol into the bag until it was bursting.

By the time we came out, it was getting dark and the number of pedestrians on the district had noticeably decreased.

I suddenly thought of the runaway slave.

Or should I say, the slave I let go.

It happened when I still didn’t know the harshness of being a trainer and was in an ambiguous position…

Thinking back on it, it feels like a long time ago, but it only happened a few days ago.

If you ask if I regret the money I spent on buying a slave, I do…

But now, instead of looking for Rona again, I just hope she escaped well and is living well.

And if she happens to meet a man she loves, gets married, and even has a child…

She should pray that she doesn’t run into me on the district by chance.

Imagining that made me happy.

“Let’s go back, Cecil.”

“Yes, Master.”

We returned to the workshop and had a drinking party.

Drink up, empty your glasses!

“To celebrate the debut of MILF Hunter Geum Taeyang!”

Master raised his glass high.

“Cheers!”

Cecil, who claimed to be the best drinker, turned red after a few drinks and clung to me, acting cute.

“Ehehe. Oppa~.”

“That’s right, our Cecil. Let me touch your boobs.”

“Mmm. No lewd things…”

Cecil was drunk and couldn’t resist, leaving her body to my hands.

Squeeze, squeeze.

I drank while kneading Cecil’s plump tits.

“If you’re the best drinker, your companions must pass out just from the smell of alcohol?”

“Feels good…”

Master, who had been watching Cecil stagger drunkenly, said,

“Did that girl drink Galente and Bilberry together?”

“What’s that?”

The names of alcohol?

Master took the bottle of alcohol from where Cecil was sitting and looked at it, clicking his tongue.

“You shouldn’t drink these together.

It’s even more dangerous because you don’t feel drunk even after drinking it. You keep gulping it down, and then it suddenly hits you all at once.”

“Suddenly hits you… You know well. Were you a bartender too?”

“No. As a trainer, you have to be good with drugs, so I just know.”

Drugs…

“That’s smart. Why didn’t you teach me?”

“I don’t think you’re the type to sit at a desk and study diligently.”

“You know me better than I know myself, don’t you?”

“Sigh.”

“Oppa’s cheeks are so soft~!”

I hugged Cecil, who was drunk and talking nonsense, and kneaded her tits.

I welcome this kind of drunken behavior anytime.

“Heeyy… I told you no lewd things?”

“Keuk!”

She suddenly twisted my wrist?!

“It’s breaking! It’s breaking! Your Master’s wrist is breaking!”

“You won’t do lewd things, right~?”

“I won’t, I won’t…”

As she said that, I took advantage of the loosened joint lock to grope her ass!

I was prepared for whatever attack might come next, but Cecil bit my nape with her lips.

Oh…

Oooh…

This kind of sex appeal with cat ears…!

I’ve heard of it.

Wolf-like animals sometimes bite without showing their teeth to express affection!

With her animal ears, she’s acting on that instinct…

“Ack.”

“Uwaaaa! Master, save me!”

Cecilia showed her teeth!

I’m going to get bitten to death!

“…Take your hand off her ass.”

I tapped Cecil’s back as a sign of surrender.

Then Cecil relaxed and slumped down, so I was able to avoid a bloody situation…

But the moment her cuteness turned into an attack was incredibly scary.

“How do you plan to launch your brand?”

“Come to think of it, I don’t know much about brands. I know that each trainer has their own brand, but…”

“A brand is a permanent mark that identifies which trainer trained a slave.

It’s usually engraved on the slave’s body.”

“Like a tattoo?”

“Similar. A brand mark is engraved using a specially treated pigment with magic. It can never be erased without the master’s permission.”

A permanent mark engraved on a woman’s body…

“Then a slave trained by a famous trainer would definitely have a mark.”

“That’s right. It’s somewhere on their body.

Female slaves who have been granted freedom in Isil often have brand marks from trainers hired by high-ranking nobles.”

“So it’s like, ‘This slave is trained and safe.\'”

“That’s the idea.”

I closed my eyes.

I went back to the time when I was being interrogated by Ariella.

The world’s best boobs I had conjured up in my mind said,

“I’ve never heard of a trainer who trains married women.”

“What’s your brand?”

“As I thought, it’s not you.”

Now I think I understand what Ariella meant by that.

A brand is a permanent mark engraved on a slave’s body…

Famous trainers always have brands.

But this is a contradiction.

Ariella, who said those words, must have been thinking this while pretending to agree:

“There’s no way something like that exists.”

If all famous trainers have brands, where would there be a husband who would allow them to be branded on his wife’s body like a trademark?

They might be lucky enough to meet a special case like Vatino and get permission to train their wives, but branding is a completely different matter.

It’s like making that woman the property of the trainer.

The fact that it can never be erased without the master’s permission is a truly dizzying penalty from the husband’s perspective, isn’t it?

Even marriage can be dissolved if both parties agree and sign the papers!

If I had shown Ariella a brand engraved somewhere on Verdia’s body back then, even the great Ariella would have been surprised…

But I was just a rookie claiming to have a brand called “MILF Hunter.”

It’s no wonder Ariella burst out laughing.

How ridiculous must I have looked?

But…

“Master always correct.”

“Can you grow your brand without me?”

“…”

I put off answering and asked Master a question.

“Are you really leaving? To return to active duty.”

“Yes. Even if I leave, I’m not leaving the city. I’m just going to a different district.”

“Which district?”

“Dragon District.”

Dragon.

Just hearing it makes my heart swell.

“Master, what kind of districts are there in this city?”

“The ‘Beast District’ where we are… and the ‘Dragon District,’ ‘Water District,’ and ‘Devil District.\'”

“Is the city divided into four districts?”

“Yes. The Four Great Houses weren’t called the Four Great Houses from the beginning.

The families that were ordered by Her Majesty the Emperor to rule the districts later came to be called the Four Great Houses.”

The one who rules the Beast District is… Chartreuse.

The Devil District is Raven!

“Can I go to a different district like Master?”

“The Beast District is a foreign reception center. Sometimes you find gems, but the infrastructure is a mess and there are few nobles.

Do you understand what this means?”

“Anyone can enter the Beast District, but not the other districts?”

“That’s right. There’s a lot of discrimination.”

Ariella… hates otherworlder.

If it’s a district ruled by her, it might be difficult to even set foot there.

“Ultimately, everything depends on whether you can increase your brand value or not. Becoming a top trainer also means being called upon by all the nobles.”

“All the nobles?”

“I told you that Isil is a sex training special zone designated by the Emperor, right?

Imagine how pathetic a noble who can’t get a slave branded by a hot trainer would look at their social gatherings.”

“…Ah!”

That’s how it should be for nobles!

In a world where buying and selling trained slaves is rampant, showing off a rare slave who has passed through the hands of a top trainer is a tremendously effective display of power.

No, it can be said to be the very essence of human’s base instincts. It’s an irresistible desire in their world.

So, the higher my brand value, the more they can’t help but call me!

Verdia too, and Ariella too!

This meant that I could make them come to me this time.

“But you are a ‘trainer who doesn’t sell slaves.’ You have to pave a path that no one has ever done before. You have to subdue the arrogant madams of noble families to increase your brand value.”

The conversation returned to square one.

“Can you grow your brand?”

“I will. Definitely.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

I told Master that he didn’t have to worry, so he could leave the workshop with peace of mind.

Master didn’t want anyone to worry about him either.

Even though he took on an impossible request that he was too afraid to do during his active days.

From now on, I have to push married women’s pussies to the limit and engrave the “MILF Hunter” brand.

Without Master’s design or advice…

I have to stand on my own.

Can I do it well?

It would be a lie to say I’m not worried.

But I didn’t want anyone to worry about me either, so I straightened my shoulders with confidence.

“Let’s have a drink.”

“Yes.”

The determination of two men towards pussies seemed to be reflected in the glasses.