I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

“Please… on my body… I’ll… tattoo… sob…‘Laplace Mapleflower’ as… proof… that I’m Ian’s… onahole… I’ll tattoo… a permanent… mark… inside my womb… so… please… be satisfied with me… sob…”

If I had been a ‘blonde rough delinquent’, I might have pretended to accept her offer, tattooed Laplace’s womb, and then done terrible things to the members of the Discipline Committee.

Laplace likely said that hoping for such an outcome.

“….”

But, unfortunately for Laplace, I was not that kind of scum.

I was merely acting to save the world, a normal Academy student with a very healthy view of relationships.

Of course, tattooing a ‘permanent mark of submission’ on a beautiful girl’s body was a perfectly normal desire for any man, not just ‘blonde rough delinquents’.

But…

What would happen if I actually tattooed Laplace’s womb?

Even in the Marigold mansion, servants helped Evelyn with her bath.

Similarly, Princess Laplace must have always had assistance with her baths.

What if Laplace suddenly started bathing alone to hide a womb tattoo?

Undoubtedly, strange rumors would circulate, and the reason would eventually come to light.

And if it were revealed that I was responsible for Laplace’s womb tattoo?

I would be facing, at the very least, the death penalty.

‘…So, let’s put that idea on hold.’

Unless I acquired ‘tremendous power’, tattooing a princess was out of the question.

“Ha… Stop wasting time with such nonsense and just clean it up.”

“Ah… Aah!.. Gasp… No… Please!… Ian!… I beg you… sob!… If a womb tattoo is not enough!… I’ll even tattoo a… ‘human rights waiver’… on my back!… So, please!… Just spare… the members… sob…”

Laplace begged desperately, banging her head on the floor repeatedly.

Crackle-! Sizzle!

I might have believed her sincerity if not for her unwavering halo.

…No, Laplace was probably sincere.

‘Wow, she’s even bringing in a human rights waiver?’

Sexual Predilection: …Human Rights Waiver LV MAX…

However, her sincerity did not stem from concern for the ‘Discipline Committee’ members, but rather to satisfy her own ‘sexual predilection’.

“…Last warning. Shut up and clean.”

“Pl…Please!.. Sob!… Please… have mercy!.. Ian… please… show mercy… I’ll do anything!… Sob… Just don’t touch the members!”

“Ha…”

Laplace was not easily dissuaded, determined to transform the ‘Discipline Committee’ into the ‘Onahole Club’ and secure that womb tattoo.

‘…But I can’t give in!’

Backing down here would have meant saying farewell to my life.

Pop-!!

“F*ck! I told you to just clean it, damn onahole!”

“-Gag!!.. Sob!!”

“What? You think without a womb tattoo, you won’t be my property? Stop the nonsense! Tattoo or not, you’re my onahole for life!”

Thump-! Crash-! Pop!

“Choke!!… Gasp..!!… S..Sob!… It hurts!… Sob!!…”

“I decide everything about the onahole!! Whether to destroy it or not!! An onahole can’t even die without its master’s order! Got it!!”

“…Sob..! Huh..!. Sob!.. Yes!.. Yessir!…. Sob!.. I’m sorry!!… Sob!….Ian.. Sir!…. Everything!… You decide!… Sob!”

When Laplace lifted her head, blood streamed from her nose.

It wasn’t intentional; I had accidentally hit her when she moved.

“Sob..Sob!… Aah!… Blood..blood… Sob.. Sob.. It won’t stop!… Waaah… Sob… Hah.. Gasp..!”

Laplace, trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose with both hands, wept even more pitifully. For me, this turn of events was advantageous.

Panicking because of the bleeding, she had conceded to the principle that ‘she couldn’t die without the master’s order’.

Of course, this concession alone wouldn’t subdue Laplace’s ‘desire for destruction’, but small victories could accumulate to yield significant results.

“Ha… Stop crying and hurry up and clean it.”

“S-sniff…! Yes!.. Yessir!.. Sob!… As… as the onahole!… Sob..!.. I’ll clean… Ian’s… penis…!”

Kiss—

Laplace didn’t forget to kiss this time; perhaps the ‘love spanking’ had an effect.

“Suck!… Suck!… Gag!… Gulp!… Suck!…”

From the back of the glans to the balls.

Despite her tears, Laplace diligently cleaned the semen that was stuck to my penis.

‘…This is a problem.’

I had planned to just make her clean and be done with it, but with Laplace’s addictive tongue movements, I felt like I couldn’t leave without ejaculating.

‘What time is it?’

I checked the clock; there were only 15 minutes left of lunchtime.

Not nearly enough time for proper sex.

‘…Can’t be helped.’

If there had been enough time, I would have relieved my sexual desire by having sex with Laplace, but…

Now, it seemed like I had to resort to ‘that method’.

“Stop cleaning and smell my dick while fingering yourself.”

“Sob…!… Ah.. Sob…!… Yes!… Sniff… Gag!!… Sniff… Sob!”

Creak—Creak—

As she smelled the scent of my penis, Laplace slowly began to touch herself.

“Do you like fingering yourself while smelling your master’s dick?”

“Sob!… Gasp…! Ha… Sob!… Yes…! Good… good…! Huh…!”

“Ha, yeah, a masochist like you is suited to just fingering yourself.”

“…Gulp!… Yes!… Sob… That’s… right!… As… as an onahole… I should… finger… myself!… Sob!… Thank you… for allowing it… Sob…!!”

“Yeah, what would you have done if you weren’t raped by the master? You would have lived your life mistaking yourself for a person, not an onahole.”

“Sob!… Yes, sir!!… Sob, Sob…!! Exactly!!!… Thank… you!… For raping… this presumptuous… female!… And turning… me into… an onahole!… Thank… Sob! Sob!!”

“Hey, your left hand is idle. Pull your nipple, too.”

“Okay…!… Yes!… Sniff!!… Pulling… the nipple…!! Pull!… Oh!”

“Yeah, like that. Keep reporting while you masturbate.”

“Hu… Huh…!!… Yes, sir!… Smelling… Ian’s… penis… scent!!… Sob!!… Fingering… my pussy!… I did!!… Oh!… So much… pussy juice… came out!!”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As I listened to Laplace’s lewd masturbation report, I, too, began to rub my penis.

The pleasure of sex was undoubtedly greater, but as I mentioned, there wasn’t enough time for it.

But…

[1 minute 15 seconds]

That was the fastest ejaculation record achieved by my ‘right hand’, my lifelong companion.

Of course, this record came after a day of abstaining from masturbation and utilizing my secret ace material…

“Remember exactly how the master’s dick smells.”

“Sob!… Heh… Sob…! Yes… Yessir!… Remembering… the dick…! Smell!.. Diligently… Sob!… I’ll remember!.. Uh… Oh!…!!.. The smell… so…!!.. strong!… Sob.. Gag!… Oh!.. Oh..!!”

The ‘best material’ for masturbation was right before my eyes, far surpassing that from before.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

“Ha.. Sob…!… Feeling… great!.. Ian!.. Smelling… your dick!… Sniff..!!.. Fingering..!!… My pussy!.. It feels… good!! Ah!!”

“Crap!”

Squeeze-! Squish-!

With hand movements perfected by ‘Eight Times a Day’ and using Laplace as my material, it took me less than three minutes from the start of masturbation to feel my semen rising.

“…Lie down and lift your hips.”

“Huh… Sob!… Huh!.. Sob!.. Yes… Yessir….!”

Laplace, with her head to the ground, lifted her hips high, assuming the perfect position for fingering.

“Sob!… Huh!… Oh!.. Ian!… Showing… my pussy!.. Sob!!… while masturbating.. Sob!… It feels… good!!.. My… hands… won’t… stop!.. Sob!!”

Approaching her climax, Laplace did not stop her hands even in such a challenging position.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

As I masturbated in that position…

Pop-!!

Suddenly, I plunged my penis deep into Laplace’s pussy.

“──Gasp!?!!♥♥”

Pop-! Pop-! Pop-!

I thrust my hips, using Laplace’s pussy as if it were a tissue for my semen.

“Squeak!♥… Sob! Sob!… Wait!!♥… Squeal!… Ian!!.. Huh!♥.. It’s… too… rough.. Huh!? Oh!!♥… I’m… crushed!!.. ♥… My… pussy!.. Destroyed!!♥”

Despite Laplace’s screams amid the forceful movements, I couldn’t afford to care.

If I showed even the slightest consideration, I would end up having sex with Laplace, not merely ‘using’ her as an onahole.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

“Sob!♥ Huh!… This..!♥ angle… Huh!♥… No!.. Gasp!♥… Deep!♥ Ugh!!.. Inside!!♥… Sob!!.. It’s.. stuck!!♥… Ah.. Sob!♥… Scary! Hate!… Huh.. Oh!♥ Oh!♥… I’m.. gone!…♥ I’m losing it!… My pussy!!.. Ahhh!!♥”

─Splash! Spurt!!!

“Crap!!”

Unexpectedly, without any warning, I released my semen deep inside Laplace’s womb.

“Sob!!♥♥♥”

Surprised by the abrupt ejaculation, Laplace’s pussy, which was only halfway through its own climax, belatedly tensed and squeezed my penis.

Squelch-! Spurt─!

“Sob!!♥”

A moment later, as I withdrew my penis, Laplace collapsed on the floor, squirting and convulsing.

“What are you doing? Clean up quickly after your master has ejaculated.”

“…Oh… Ok♥… Sob♥… Yes… Sir♥… Huh!… I’ll… clean… the penis.. Huh.. Kiss-♥”

Laplace, staggering forward, kissed my penis and was about to start cleaning when…

Slap─!!

“Did you forget what I taught you? Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“Oh!… Hehe!♥… Yes, sir!… Sorry… Sob..”

Laplace, with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was tears or a smile, said,

“…As… an onahole…♥ I’m… thankful… for… the semen… you poured… into… my pussy♥… Ian♥”

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