Chapter 16: Chapter 16: The Best Day of My Life

I looked at the broken creatures scattered across the hall.

Then declared.

“Your rule in this house is over.”

My voice echoed through the silent room.

“It’s ours now.”

A vicious smile spread across my face.

“However, we aren’t cruel like you all. We have humanity within us.”

I paused for effect.

“Therefore, I will give you choices. Choices that you can decide for yourselves.”

’Choices that only seem like choices.’

’When in reality, you have none.’

No verbal response came. But I felt them hear me. Their bodies shook for a moment. A tremor of fear running through their broken forms.

Aunt was far away. Laid on the ground in pain. Her dog costume torn and bloodied.

Grandma was beside me. Collapsed on the floor after I released her. Her pig outfit barely holding together.

Father?

I didn’t even glance at him. Useless to me for now.

“I’m not forcing anyone.”

My voice turned innocent. Sweet.

“You can choose what you want. Choose to live in this household…”

I let the alternative hang.

“Or roam the streets. With no money. No food. No clothes.”

I shrugged.

“Well, you can manage that. After all, you have expertise in selling your bodies.”

In this world, selling bodies didn’t mean sex. The curse made that impossible. But plenty of people treated those unfortunate souls as slaves. Entertainment for the wealthy.

Making them dance naked. Doing vicious, degrading things to women. Or even men. Whatever amused their twisted minds.

“And you have a plus point.”

I smiled.

“You’re nobility. That makes you more valuable. More… entertaining.”

I tapped my chin.

“As a relative, as a kind one, I could even sponsor you. Help you find good buyers.”

I waved my hand dismissively.

“Looks like I went too far with just that one choice. So let me offer a better one.”

I gestured to my cock.

Then realized no one was looking. Their faces were buried in shame and pain.

Except mother. She was watching with curious eyes.

“LICK MY COCK!”

My voice boomed.

“And you get the pass to live here. That’s a promise.”

Silence.

Seconds ticked by.

Then grandma moved.

Slowly. Shakily. She pushed herself up onto her knees.

Her eyes found my cock. Standing tall. Waiting.

GULP.

“Please, Eren…”

Her voice was hoarse. Broken.

“Don’t do this to us. To me.”

“I won’t force anything.” I kept my voice gentle.

“Just choose what’s right for you. And I will stay true to my words.”

My expression hardened.

“That’s a promise on my Astrea bloodline.”

Something shifted in her eyes at those words. The weight of that oath. The binding nature of it.

She moved forward instantly.

Got on all fours like the pig she was dressed as. Crawled toward my cock. Her snout mask still covering her face.

She stopped inches away. Put her tongue out hesitantly.

But there was resolve behind the hesitation. The understanding that this needed to be done. For survival.

I watched her.

’Look at this pig.’

’Soon she won’t just lick. Won’t just suck. She’ll do every vicious thing imaginable.’

’All because of her greed. And mine.’

’And she doesn’t even know it yet.’

Her tongue made contact.

Just the tip. Touching the head of my dick. Wet. Warm. Tentative.

But before she could do anything more—

SLAM!

A hand grabbed her neck and launched her across the room.

CRASH!

Grandma’s body slammed into the wall. A massive warhammer pressed against her stomach. Pinning her. Leaving her hanging off the ground.

I recognized the figure holding the weapon.

A woman built like a viking. Muscular. Fierce. Carrying that enormous warhammer like it weighed nothing.

Aunt’s summon.

I turned toward the source.

There she was. Aunt Melisa. Dragging herself across the floor toward me. Like a wounded dog with one leg that wouldn’t work.

Her eyes were fixed on grandma with pure hatred.

“Do you think you’ll win against me that easily, bitch?”

She spat the words.

“Know your place!”

Then she continued crawling. Inching closer to me. To my cock.

Before I could react, I heard something unexpected.

Laughter.

I looked at mother.

She was laughing. Actually laughing. Her face showed mixed feelings. Part of her still felt this wasn’t right.

But she was enjoying it. I could see that clearly.

And why wouldn’t she?

This scenario was absolutely absurd.

Two women who had tortured her for years were now fighting each other. Over my dick. Clawing and scheming for the privilege of licking it.

The irony was beautiful.

Though I had to admit, this wasn’t my intention. I never planned for them to fight. I just wanted them to share. To beg together. To degrade themselves as a group.

But this? This was even better.

“Aunt, don’t be so rude.”

I clicked my tongue.

“Let grandma have a taste too. You can share, right?”

I spread my arms.

“Do you think your kind nephew will abandon whoever comes last? Didn’t I say I’m a generous person?”

I gestured at my cock.

“You can all share it. It’s all yours. And in return, you all get the license to live in this household.”

I corrected myself.

“Our household.”

Aunt processed my words.

Then dismissed her summon.

The viking woman vanished into mist.

THUD.

Grandma dropped from the wall. Crashed onto the floor. Groaning in pain.

Aunt finally reached me. Still on all fours. Her dog ears crooked. Her tail plug probably aching inside her.

She stuck her tongue out. No hesitation this time. Eager. Desperate.

She moved toward my cock—

My hand blocked her.

Wrapped around my shaft protectively.

“Not like that, aunt.”

She froze.

“Look at yourself. You’re such a nice doggy.”

I tilted my head.

“At least behave like one. Show me the personality.”

She hesitated. Her face twisted with humiliation.

Then she looked down.

“W-woof…”

Pathetic. Quiet. Barely audible.

DRIP. DRIP.

Tears fell from her hidden face. Splashing onto the floor beneath her. She was hiding. Ashamed of those tears. Ashamed of what she had become.

“Still not enough.”

I grabbed her jaw. Yanked her face up. Forced her to look at me.

Her expression was shattered. Completely broken. The arrogant woman who had tormented my mother for years was gone. Replaced by this pitiful creature.

“Beg for it.”

My voice was cold.

“Beg like a dog begging for food.”

I saw the last fragments of her pride crumble.

She wiped her tears. Found some final reserve of resolve.

“M-master…”

Her voice cracked.

“Baw baw… please feed me your bone… baw baw…”

She sniffled.

“I’m hungry… I need your cock, masta…”

Something stirred in my cock from this scene from this pleasure.

Precum leaked from the tip.

’This is too good.’

“You deserve it, Melisa.”

I released her jaw.

“Go on. Have your food until your heart’s content.”

I stroked her head like a pet.

“And don’t forget to thank your master. Every single time.”

She broke completely.

On all fours. Paws on her hands. Dog ears on her head. Tail plug in her ass.

Tears streaming down her face.

“T-tank you, masta…”

Her tongue extended.

Started from the base of my cock.

SLRRRRP.

One long, wet lick. Dragging all the way up. From my balls to the tip.

Shivers ran through my entire body.

’Fuck, that’s good.’

Then I heard movement.

Grandma. Crawling toward me. Still crying from the pain of the wall slam. Still suffering from my earlier beatings. And aunt’s attack.

But still desperate to survive.

She reached me. Her posture completely broken. I could feel the agony radiating from her body.

She saw aunt licking. Saw the tears. Saw the degradation.

And joined anyway.

“Master… I’m hungry too…”

Her voice was weak. Strained.

“Please feed this pig of yours…”

“Come here, piggy.”

I smiled down at her.

“Have this feast too.”

She positioned herself beside aunt. Got on all fours despite the pain. Put her tongue out.

And started licking.

SLRRP. SLRRP. SLRRP.

Two tongues now. Working my cock from different angles. Coating it with saliva. Soft touches becoming faster. Harder.

They could see each other. Knew the other was there.

And it drove them wild.

Even now, they were competing. Fighting for dominance. Pushing each other aside to get more access. More contact. More of my cock.

I watched with a satisfied grin.

’Beautiful.’

Then I noticed movement from the corner of my eye.

Father.

He was dragging himself toward us. His face determined. His mouth opening as he approached my cock.

’WHAT THE FUCK?!’

Horror flooded through me.

“NO!”

KICK!

My foot slammed into his stomach.

“UGHH!”

He collapsed onto the ground. Groaning. Curling into a ball.

“Don’t you dare ruin my mood, you sick fuck!”

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