Chapter 126 – Treasurer’s Holiday
Last night was pretty rough.
It was because I was extremely ripped off under the pretext that I had been drinking with Master until late at night without any contact.
Somehow, he managed to calm down Ozma’s anger, but for the time being, the ban on drinking from the outside fell.
If you’d rather drink, he said to drink at home.
The case was concluded by saying that I would know because it was because they were worried about me.
And this morning.
I had been sleeping soundly because it was a long-awaited holiday, and at some point I woke up to the feeling of a damp feeling on my lower body.
“…What are you doing?”
“You seemed to be in good health from the morning, so I was taking one step out.”
Camilla, who answered my question shamelessly, licked the post with her red tongue as she said that.
“By the way, Ozma-sama and I are on duty in the morning. Originally, Ozma-sama should have been with us, but maybe the fatigue from yesterday hasn’t healed yet, I’m sleeping, so I came by myself.”
“…Yes.”
No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed like I didn’t wake up on purpose to monopolize the semen, but I wasn’t careless enough to point it out.
While I was trembling at the pleasant stimulation, Camilla, who had sucked her balls on her own, licked her lips with her tongue and asked with a bewitching look like a succubus.
“Can I insert it a little earlier today?”
“However much.”
Before she could give my permission, Camilla climbed right onto her thighs.
I must have been caressing her for a long time before I woke up, and her secret area was already wet.
Swallow-
“Yes…”
Camilla let out a bewitching breath as she closed her eyes.
Now it’s already been her 2nd year of body shuffling, and whenever I hug her, her body has been tight like her virgin.
Is it because it’s a succubus?
Grab her slender hips with both her hands and bounce her back up.
Then Camilla’s back trembled like a fish hit by her harpoon.
She held her index finger to her mouth and tried to keep the sound as low as possible, as if she didn’t want others to notice that she was mixing her body with me.
Camilla’s immaculate ass wiggles back and forth over her cock.
As if trying to find the optimal angle, I rocked her back and forth and turned her back like a millstone.
“Keuh… Camilla, be gentle!”
I called out urgently, but Camilla didn’t seem to hear me anymore.
It was because she had found the best angle for her to feel her pleasure in, and started pounding her ass.
Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!
The obscene sound of flesh colliding with flesh fills the bedroom.
At some point, I gave up and started moving her waist in line with her movements.
Even if I resisted, I wouldn’t be able to last long anyway, because it was more beneficial to make me go together.
Then, as her spine shuddered, Camilla’s vagina began to tighten, probably reading the signs of her ejaculation.
“Kuk! Cheap!”
View! Bet! Beaut!
“Haaaaang!”
As she squeezed her thighs and began to pack her cum, Camilla threw her neck back and finally reached her climax.
Camilla’s saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth and wet the nape of her neck.
The appearance was terrifyingly bewitching, and I lost my gaze without even realizing it.
Finally, when all the circumstances were over and I was savoring the lingering aftertaste of pleasure that passed like the wind, Camilla stood up and said, wet with sweat.
“Thank you for indulging my libido. Then I’ll come down and help you prepare breakfast.”
“…I’ll rest a bit and then go down.”
“Please.”
That’s how Camilla left the room, and I, who was left alone on the bed, enjoyed the sage time and rested for another 30 minutes before going down to the first floor to have breakfast.
***
There are basically four women in our family.
No matter how energetic I am, it is impossible to accept all four of them’s sexual desires, so we set up our own rules.
Ozma on Monday, Dorothea on Tuesday, Camilla on Wednesday, and Vanessa on Thursday.
After one lap like this, skip Friday and Saturday and have free sex on Sunday.
Of course, it’s hard to do this all at once, so I used to split the time zone into morning and evening.
And this Sunday’s morning duty was Ozma and Camilla.
“Why don’t you eat it all?”
“No. You’ve already done it once with Camilla. I can’t help but match the number of times.”
Saying that, Ozma climbed on top of me in her chair and shook her waist with only her pants down.
Every time the old chair creaks and makes an unpleasant sound.
In fact, if I had brought a new chair here, it would have made the same sound.
At first, Ozma, a virgin who knew nothing, started living with her, and her technique rapidly improved.
The result was possible because of his personality that wants to do well in anything and because he used his body well from the beginning.
A crackling sound reverberates through the kitchen as her firm ass slams against my thighs.
Across from her, Dorothea, who was reading the newspaper with her glasses on, frowned at her in annoyance, but Ozma didn’t particularly care.
Well, we’ve shown them having sex with each other too many times to care now.
Even so, she endured the harsh words of her superior, but Dorothea spoke to Ozma with an angry expression.
“Eat if you’re going to eat, have sex if you’re going to have sex, can’t you just do one thing?!”
Then Ozma, who was vigorously shaking her waist while holding her orange marmalade-covered toast in her mouth, tilted her head.
“If you do both together, the efficiency is doubled, so why do you have to do it separately?”
It was a theory indeed.
Dorothea folded up her newspaper as if she did not want to continue this stupid conversation, and she headed toward the living room.
It was probably lying on the couch and trying to read.
Whether she did it or not, Ozma was still eating breakfast, shaking her waist hard on her cock.
Vanessa, who was making breakfast with Camilla in the kitchen, approached cautiously holding a bowl.
“Hey, Ozma-sama, this is a salad I made with a new recipe. Can you taste it?”
Then Ozma nodded her head with a solemn expression.
“Bring it and see.”
“Yes!”
Vanessa approaches with a happy expression holding a salad bowl and a fork.
When I shook my waist in a sudden playfulness, Ozma’s eyebrows wriggled as he struck the mill with a calm expression.
It must be because of the sudden increase in pleasure.
“Huh, stay still. Kaldrash.”
I hugged her tightly from behind and whispered.
“If you stop the waist first.”
“Yeah, yeah! You sound stupid! Just a little more and they’ll be gone!”
Even as Ozma said that, he slightly turned his head to check my reaction, but I pretended not to notice and told him to look ahead.
Then Ozma dutifully carried out my order.
“Now, ah~ do it.”
Vanessa handed Ozma a salad of salmon on a fork.
Ozma takes it like a baby.
“Ummm… Pretty… Delicious. Vanessa…”
As I hugged her tightly from behind and teased her inverted nipples hidden under her clothes, Ozma struggled with pleasure but tried to smile dignifiedly.
If there’s one thing that has changed the most since Ozma became governor two years ago, it’s that he no longer uses compression bandages.
In the past, she may have felt proud of herself as a woman, but now she has no hesitation in revealing her gender, perhaps because she has regained her confidence after receiving the approval of her father.
She still prefers men’s clothes to women’s clothes, but considering how she used to be, she’s much better now.
It’s because there are cases where a slightly boyish feeling actually acts as a charm.
Kick!
As if the constant bullying was worthwhile, Ozuma’s inverted nipples that had been hiding under his clothes finally shyly peeked out.
As he teased her pinky-sized nipple, he nipped at the nape of her neck. Finally, Ozma couldn’t stand it any longer and her shoulders trembled.
A light orgasm was reached due to continued portio.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha.”
Sitting on my thigh, I forced Ozma’s head to turn as she breathed heavily, kissing me roughly.
A large amount of saliva came and went as their tongues intertwined, and they parted her lips just as they were choking.
Her wet eyes stimulated my sexual desire that had accumulated over the past two days.
In the morning, Camilla had already pulled out one leg, but even that was barely enough to send a message.
I moved the finished plate to the corner of the table and laid Ozma’s voluminous body on it.
The half-naked pants and sweaty shirt clinging to the skin are indeed lewd.
Ozma opened her arms and urged him to hug her.
Who would look at this and think that she is the same person as Governor Ozma, who is called the Iron Blooded Queen?
I don’t know what kind of image she was outside of her, but in her house, she was like a mild sheep only to me.
“Come.”
As Ozma said, she opened her own cunt.
I pushed a red flesh column that was already damp through that small gap.
