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The Hidden Dungeon in the World of Otome Games is Tough For Mobs

Not sure how I got here, but being trapped in this messed up world is the last thing I expected after death. Hey, at least I’ve got some sort of cheat. “I apologize I do not know that information.” Hmm, maybe calling it a cheat is a bit much.

SentToOblivion · อะนิเมะ&มังงะ
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54 Chs

A Wife’s Duty

A/N: Newer chaps will be posted here until all the older chaps are reuploaded on the other account. FYI, probably through the discord the spammers have infiltrated the alt as well. I've decided… to not care. I'll still be making the transition to the other account. Anyway, happy reading.

(Noir POV)

I was practically dragged onto her bed. Her lips didn't leave my skin for more than a second as she kissed me all over. It tickled, and that seemed to fuel her drive to do it more.

The smile on her face rid any desire to tease her back. Instead, I enjoyed the pure bliss on her face and endured against her lewd lips.

Except when they turned heated and started doing more than just tickling me. I think she felt that too by how she looked down at the bulge in my pants.

She looked back up and with a smile kissed my lips once more. Her face then turned conflicted as she touched her lower stomach.

"I'm still a fair bit sore, sorry dear," Angie said with a scratch of her head.

I smiled dismissively. "Don't worry about that." I pulled her back into my arms. I wasn't sure if satisfying my lust was in good taste right now.

I kissed her lovingly, covering those vibrant pink lips over and over. She smiled down from atop me like a radiant Goddess. Her lips parted after a short exchange and she asked, "What is Livia doing right now?"

My thoughts went to hours earlier, and my smile turned coy. "She's sleeping, she will be for a while…"

"I wonder why that is," Angie replied with an equally as alluring expression. She then sat up on my stomach and took a peek back to the thing pressing into her buttocks.

"Then let's wait a while then go see her." She nodded and then reached back to touch the thing pressing into her. "Until then…"

"Seriously, you don't have to worry about it," I replied again noticing how things were soon to play out.

"My husband." Her glazed ecstatic eyes met my own and I unintentionally gulped. "Accept the service of your wife obediently." Her cheeks went red and by the feint protrusions coming from her shirt, it was best I indeed obediently let her do what she wanted.

Seeing my acceptance, she smiled brighter and leaned down to catch my lips once more. She then trailed them down my neck and licked my slightly sweaty skin. Her hands found the bottom part of my shirt and hiked it up.

"Arms up." She commanded and I did exactly that, allowing my shirt to effortlessly slide up my head and off my body. Her breath was hot as she beheld me. Her hands weren't shy and they roamed my form with a perverted gusto.

"God~." She sighed and with her chin resting on my chest looked up at me. "I can never get enough~."

"Consider it yours to do as you please." I fell into her place easily and lightly stroked her hair.

"You sure know how to get me going." She replied back and again kissed my neck hotly. "But, I think I will." With somehow even less aversion than before, her hands groped me. "I never knew how much I liked muscles until I met you, or maybe… I like muscles because you have them."

Oh fuck… now she's spitting lines like I'm a capture target. It's all but confirmed, whats my affection meter even at right now? There's no way I haven't maxed it a trillion times over by now with how damn lovable these two girls of mine are.

I was blushing like a schoolgirl. I'll admit, this girl had my heart in her hands and was using it like a stress ball the way it was beating so rapidly.

And damn did she notice. "You're so cute." She kissed my cheek and I actually debated covering my face to hide my embarrassment. This is illegal, you're the maiden, NOT ME!

Thankfully she moved to my lower half before my eyes turned to hearts. I could feel her fiddle with my belt. I lifted my hips when she tapped my thighs to let her pull my pants down and off.

I heard a gasp that thankfully restored some of my dignity. "I still don't get it, how did this fit?" She asked rhetorically and held the underwear-clad thing between my legs in her hands.

Soon though, the last cloth protecting my manhood was stripped away and raw skin met raw dick.

Her head popped back up to look at me. She made a sexy display of removing her tank top and then leaned forward so I could see how her tits jiggled when her bra came undone. Those pink hardened tips called for me, but I remained still and let her do what she wanted.

I felt the familiar sensation of a kiss on my cock head followed by her finger pressing into my urethra and the precum escaping it. "Please feel good, Noir." She said and with her tongue allowed drool to drip down onto my glands. She rubbed it in with her hands and then wrapped her tits around my cock.

She was surprisingly dedicated to her task. For a full hour, she forced climax after climax out of me with the use of her tits, hands, and mouth. Unsurprisingly when she did come back up she was covered in cum.

So we went to the shower, and there I used her thighs as I pistoned madly.

And then she spread her legs wide and stretched her pussy as far as she could without feeling the consequences of her soreness. She played with her tits and traced around her folds while telling me how much she liked watching me masturbate.

After that, things got out of hand. With her under me, I slammed my dick between her tits and tweaked her nipples. She seemed to love the treatment as much as I did if not clear from how she convulsed and begged for more.

"Oh right," I muttered aloud after we forcefully put an end to our debauched fun. Angie lay on the bed, her legs and arms sprawled in a sweaty and lustful display.

"Hmm?" She looked over with half-lidded eyes and watched as when I bent down a red light engulfed her floor. She was too out of it to react.

"I remember." She muttered. "Teleportation circle, right?"

"Yeah, I figure you'd rather spend more of your time with us than by yourself here."

"Mmm." She said, her eyes going even dimmer as sleep slowly consumed her.

"Noir." She whispered out and with her closer hand beckoned me closer. "Come, hold me." She more ordered than asked and with light steps, I did exactly that.

She with the last bit of consciousness she had left pushed her ass and back into me as I spooned her. She passed out before I could say anything further.

A/N: extremely short chap today. This mini-arc will be wrapped up in a bit, and after we can continue on with actual plot.