章 14: Slave Traders
"SHOULD I TAKE A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK OR NOT... SHOULD I, OR NOT? SHOULD I, OR NOT?" Yui's thoughts were spiraling out of control, her mind growing more chaotic with every lewd sound she heard. The noises were driving her absolutely nuts.
White on the other hand, muzan was still using hatsumi's mouth pussy.
Gwak Wak Gwag Gwak Slurp Umm
The carriage echoed with the lewd, wet sounds that filled the air, each one growing louder as they reached Muzan's ears, making his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.
Slurp Slurp Ghwak
Muzan could feel something building inside him, a pressure that grew stronger with every thrust, slowly rising to the tip of his dick, ready to explode like a damn water cannon. His breathing quickened, chest heaving as the sensation intensified.
"Time for your meal," Muzan muttered, his voice low and commanding. He made sure Hatsumi could still hear him, despite the way she was choking and gasping around him.
With a firm but gentle grip, he grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
He slowly pulled his dick out of her throat, just enough for her to gasp for air, but kept the tip resting against her lips, wet and swollen.
With a powerful spurt, his hot, sticky semen shot out, filling Hatsumi's mouth in an instant.
He kept his grip on her, making sure she couldn't pull away, the thick liquid quickly overwhelming her senses as it coated her tongue and slid down her throat.
Spurt
Spurt
Muzan didn't stop cumming until every last drop of semen was released, each spurt making Hatsumi's cheeks puff out as she struggled to keep up.
To be honest, his body was regenerating the moment he started to cum, so Muzan could've kept going, ready to fuck until the end of the world if he wanted to.
Truly, an ability powerful enough to make men kill for it.
"Don't you dare drop a single drop of it, okay?" Muzan commanded, his voice firm as he finally finished cumming.
Hatsumi's face was turning redder and redder with every second, her eyes glistening with tears as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming heat in her mouth.
Slowly, Muzan pulled his dick out of her mouth, leaving behind a thin bridge of semen that clung between her lips and the tip of his cock.
Her breath hitched, and she stared at him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and reluctance.
She couldn't really say she liked the taste of his semen—it was salty, scalding hot, and unbelievably sticky.
And by sticky, she meant really, really sticky, almost as if it was thick enough to glue her mouth shut.
"Hphmm Hphmmm…"
Hatsumi began to make muffled, desperate noises, her voice trembling like Nezuko with bamboo in her mouth.
She frantically looked around, trying to find a cloth or anything to spit out the semen that coated her tongue, but before she could even attempt to stand up, Muzan's hand wrapped lightly around her neck, halting her movement.
"Swallow it all," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Hatsumi's face twisted into a look of discomfort and disbelief, her eyes flickering with hesitation.
She froze, her breath caught in her throat, but after a moment, she gave up, realizing she had no choice. With a resigned sigh, she started to swallow the thick semen still pooling in her mouth.
GULP
With a huge gulp, she swallowed it all in one go, but some of it clung stubbornly to her throat, coating the inside of her mouth with that same sticky heat.
Her face flushed in embarrassment, and she bit her lip, trying not to gag on the lingering taste as Muzan's eyes watched her every move with a satisfied gleam.
"Open Your mouth" Muzan commanded her again as he put his fingers on her lips and as soon as he did hatsumi opened her delicate mouth without any hesitation.
Seeing her mouth which still had his sticky semen in it muzan just smiled before saying "Now let's move on to the main cour-"
But before he could say it, he heard a knock on the door of the carriage.
Knock
Knock
"What?" Muzan's voice was calm on the surface, but underneath, he was clearly irritated. The main course was just about to begin, and now someone had the nerve to interrupt him.
"Muzan-sama, uh… How should I put this? It looks like some slave traders want to talk to you," a guard said in a respectful tone, his voice trembling slightly. Muzan's face twisted into a weird expression, a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Meanwhile, Hatsumi was hastily adjusting her clothes, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to fix her disheveled appearance and wipe her mouth.
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