The grand opening of the high-class restaurant was drawing near, but right now Izumi was simply exhausted from all the frantic preparations revolving around Merusine.
The endless meetings, ingredient sourcing, staff training, and magical enchantments for the kitchen had left him completely drained. So he had retreated to the private villa on the secluded island he now owned, sprawling lazily on a wide, cushioned lounge chair under the warm tropical sun.
The gentle sea breeze caressed his skin, carrying the faint scent of salt and blooming flowers. Palm trees swayed lazily overhead, their leaves rustling like a soothing lullaby. For the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to fully relax, eyes half-closed, body sinking into the soft fabric.
"Yooo. Lookin' real bored there~"
A familiar, slightly slurred voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere. Penguin waddled over from the side of the villa, one flipper clutching a half-empty bottle of premium wine, cheeks already flushed from drinking. The strange creature plopped down on the edge of the lounge chair without invitation, taking another long swig.
"I've been way too busy lately, man…" Izumi groaned, rubbing his temples. "Between the restaurant setup, dealing with guild politics, and making sure Merusine's followers don't accidentally turn the whole island into a nudist colony, I barely have time to breathe."
Penguin just kept sipping away, completely unbothered. "Must be nice to have zero responsibilities," Izumi muttered enviously.
"I'm busy too, y'know," Penguin complained with exaggerated drama, waving the bottle around. "Got confessed to by like twenty different people the other day~ All of them swearing they couldn't live without me. It's exhausting!"
Pure bragging. Of course it was. Izumi shot the penguin a deadpan glare. "You damn normie. Go explode already."
But something about the way Penguin said it felt… off. The tone carried a distinctly feminine lilt, that classic "I'm so popular it's such a hassle~" vibe mixed with genuine frustration. It was the kind of pure, troubled cuteness that didn't quite match what Izumi had always assumed was a male voice.
"Penguin… are you a guy? Or a girl?" Izumi finally asked, narrowing his eyes. He had always defaulted to male in his head, but that last line had thrown him completely.
"Dunno~" Penguin shrugged with its whole body, the motion oddly graceful for a bird. "I've got no dick, but I've got no pussy either. It's all smooth down there. Weird, right?"
Well, that cleared up absolutely nothing. Then again, this was a penguin that could fly through the sky at impossible speeds, teleport snacks into existence, and drink wine like it was water. At this point, nothing about Penguin should surprise him anymore. The creature was a walking enigma wrapped in black-and-white feathers.
"Still," Penguin continued, tilting its head cutely, "surrounding yourself with women and never having any problems sounds pretty fun in its own way, doesn't it? No drama, just endless affection and… other stuff."
Surrounding himself with women and never having any problems… Wait a second. When Izumi really thought about it, wasn't he the ultimate normie here? A harem of beautiful, devoted women who adored him, a thriving business empire, royal connections, and now this luxurious island villa. He had it all.
"Ehehe♡"
A soft, sweet giggle came from his other side. Mary-chan snuggled closer, pressing her petite body against him. His beloved wife. In terms of apparent age, she still looked somewhere between junior-high and high-school—a delicate half-elf beauty with long, flowing silver hair, pointed ears that twitched adorably when she was excited, and large, innocent eyes that could melt anyone's heart. He had knocked up what appeared to be a JS, turned that same girl into his JC wife, and was now enjoying endless, passionate sex with her every single day. In any sane world, this would be a one-way ticket to prison. But here in this isekai? Different rules. Different blessings. Her half-elf pussy was simply too damn perfect—tight, warm, endlessly responsive, and now permanently shaped by childbirth and constant use to hug his cock like it was made for him.
He pulled Mary-chan tightly into his arms, burying his face in her hair. She smelled heavenly, a mix of sweet milk, floral shampoo, and that unique feminine musk that always drove him wild. "Mmm… you smell so good, Mary-chan."
"Fufu♡ What's wrong, Master?" she asked, tilting her head with a lewd, enchanting smile that contrasted sharply with her youthful face. An absolute peerless beauty. Flawless pale skin, plump pink lips, and a body that had grown even more seductive after giving birth—small frame, narrow waist, but with noticeably fuller, heavy breasts that were currently leaking milk through the thin fabric of her loose dress. And she was all his. The sheer sense of dominance and exhilaration that gave him was intoxicating beyond words. He owned this perfect girl. She carried his child, wore his ring, and moaned his name every night.
Without warning, he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. "Mmmn♡♡♡" Mary-chan melted instantly, her small hands clutching his shirt as their tongues tangled sloppily. The kiss grew messier, wetter, filled with soft moans and the faint taste of the fruit she had eaten earlier.
His hands roamed greedily, sliding under her dress to cup those swollen, milk-heavy breasts. They were so full they overflowed his palms. He squeezed firmly, kneading the soft flesh like dough. The moment he rolled her sensitive, puffy nipples between his fingers—
"Ahhn♡♡♡ Master…!"
A thin, warm stream of sweet breast milk sprayed out, soaking his hands and the front of her dress. The scent of fresh milk filled the air, thick and creamy.
Yeah… when he really stopped to think about it, he was doing some seriously fucked-up, immoral shit. "Fucking a junior-high-looking half-elf nonstop, impregnating her young womb, and now titty-fucking and milking a high-school-looking wife whose tits are constantly leaking because of my baby." If this were Japan, he'd be on every wanted list within hours. But here? Isekai perks! Long live this ridiculous fantasy world! No laws, no consequences, just pure, unfiltered pleasure.
He kneaded her tits more aggressively, milking them like ripe udders. Thick streams of milk squirted between his fingers, running down her belly and soaking into the sheets. "Aaaah♡♡♡ Yes… squeeze them harder… they're so full because of you, Master♡♡♡"
Mary-chan moaned happily, her voice dripping with pure bliss as more milk continued to spill. Her hips squirmed restlessly against his thigh, already seeking friction.
Those milk-slick fingers slid downward without hesitation, pushing aside her panties and cupping her soaked little pussy. The lips were puffy and flushed, dripping with arousal. He spread them open with two fingers, letting the cool air kiss her exposed clit.
"Yaan♡♡♡ You're playing with my pussy again♡♡♡ It's embarrassing when you look at it so closely…"
"Yeah. Gonna mix your breast milk and pussy juice together until it's all sloppy and wet. Listen to that sound—already so noisy down here."
"♡♡♡ That's so dirtyyy♡♡♡ Master, you're so perverted… but I love it♡♡♡"
A thick, lewd scent rose from between her thighs—sweet milk mixed with her musky cunt honey. Even though she had already given birth, her pussy was still deliciously used and stretched just enough to take him easily while remaining deliciously tight. Small body, big lactating tits, and a well-broken-in, greedy little cunt that clenched around his fingers like it never wanted to let go. She really had the perfect lewd body for a breeding sow.
"Mary-chan, let's make lots more babies, okay? I'm gonna fill this womb again and again until your belly is round and your tits are even bigger."
"Un♡♡♡ Yes… please breed me more… I want to carry all of Master's children♡♡♡"
While kissing her passionately, tongues dancing wildly, his milk-covered fingers plunged deep into her dripping folds. He stirred her insides with wet, obscene squelching sounds—schlick, schlick, schlick—curling his fingers to rub that sensitive spot that always made her toes curl. Milk from her tits dripped onto his wrist, mixing with her juices to create a slippery, messy lube.
Mary-chan's moans grew louder, her small body trembling. "Aah… ahhn… right there… Master's fingers feel so good… my pussy is melting♡♡♡"
Just as he was about to pull out his throbbing cock and slide it into her waiting heat—
'GYUN!'
The familiar, irresistible pulling sensation hit like a truck.
In an instant, the warm island sun, the sea breeze, and Mary-chan's needy body vanished. He was yanked across worlds without warning.
When his vision cleared, he found himself lying on a luxurious king-sized bed in a dimly lit, modern apartment. Unou was kneeling beside him on one side, still dressed in her sharp office attire, looking as elegant and composed as ever. On the other side lay an unfamiliar girl, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently.
There were a million things he wanted to say, but the first words out of his mouth came out as a frustrated growl:
"I was in the middle of having sex, you know. I was literally about to fuck Mary-chan's sloppy, milk-leaking pussy raw."
"My bad," Unou replied with her usual calm elegance, though a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She didn't look sorry at all.
The real problem was the stranger. A cute girl in her mid-twenties, lying peacefully on the bed with short, lively chestnut hair that framed an idol-like face—big, expressive eyes (currently closed), soft cheeks, and full lips that looked perfect for sucking cock. She had a fresh, energetic vibe, like the popular athletic type who joined the tennis club in college.
"Who the hell is this?" Izumi demanded, sitting up.
"You said it yourself last time, remember?" Unou sighed, holding up her smartphone with perfect poise.
The screen showed the exact message he had sent while drunk and balls-deep in Unou, pounding her senseless:
'You're not enough fun by yourself anymore. Next time, bring your junior. She's a top-tier office lady, right? I'll turn another elite bitch like you into a proper sow.'
...
"Who is this? Some AV actor I hired while blackout drunk? I don't remember saying that at all. Seriously, memory blank."
"You turn into total bed-yakuza when you're fucking and forget everything you say," Unou said, rolling her eyes with fond exasperation. "It's actually kind of cute how single-minded you get."
"Sorry… I guess."
"Pretty sure I was drunk that time. The alcohol made me say stupid shit."
"Don't blame the alcohol for your true desires," she shot back smoothly.
Fair point. Still…
"What am I supposed to do now that she's actually here? This is awkward as hell."
Unou gave him a flat, unamused stare, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Her name's Ami—Motomura Ami. My junior at the company. She apparently saw my creampie videos. The ones where I'm riding you like a broken whore and begging for your cock."
"…For real? She watched the whole thing?"
"Shit. That's bad."
"So we're sealing her mouth with sex. Make her addicted so she can't talk."
"Seriously? Just like that?"
Izumi looked at the sleeping Ami again. She really was cute. Fresh-faced, with that energetic short haircut that made her look sporty and approachable. The kind of girl who probably got hit on constantly at after-work parties but turned everyone down because she was "serious about her career."
"But… isn't this straight-up rape? She's unconscious. This feels wrong."
Unou's expression turned slightly pained, her usual ice-queen mask cracking for a moment.
"This girl… she's being targeted by a really bad man. Someone dangerous."
She explained quietly, voice low so as not to wake Ami. Their company was strict about boss-employee sexual harassment, with heavy penalties and HR oversight. But this guy operated differently. He dated normal female employees, sweet-talked them with charm and incredible bedroom skills, then slowly lured them into multi-level marketing schemes. He made it sound like easy side money, used emotional manipulation, and once they were hooked and in debt, he drained their savings and dumped them, moving on to the next victim. Rumors said his technique in bed was legendary—he could make women cum so hard they lost their minds and became obedient little pets. Now his sights were firmly set on Ami. She came from a good family with money, had a stable high-paying job, and was exactly the kind of "elite" he loved breaking.
"If she falls for his tricks, she'll be financially ruined—loans, credit card debt, maybe even forced to quit her job. Getting fucked senseless by you until she's a drooling, cock-worshipping slut is way better than going bankrupt and becoming some sleazy scammer's plaything, right?"
"That logic is so broken it physically hurts. 'I don't want my arm broken, so I'll break my leg instead' vibes. What kind of choice is that?"
"Besides," Unou continued coldly, leaning closer so her perfume filled his nose, "now that she's seen the videos, the only real option left is to fuck her until she can't think straight. Make her body remember who the real master is. Turn her into another obedient sow who lives for your cock. That way, she'll keep quiet and maybe even thank us later."
Izumi stared at the peacefully sleeping Ami, then back at Unou, then down at his own raging erection that still carried the faint scent of Mary-chan's breast milk and pussy juices. His cock throbbed angrily, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip from the interrupted session.
A long, heavy sigh escaped him, but his eyes gleamed with dark excitement.
"…Fine. But I'm finishing what I started with Mary-chan's sloppy, lactating pussy later. No complaints from either of you. And when I fuck this junior, I'm not holding back. Slapping, choking, rough pounding—the whole package. If she's going to be broken in, she's going to be broken hard."
Unou smiled, a wicked little glint in her eye as she licked her lips.
"Of course, Master. We'll wake her up together. I'll hold her down if she struggles. Make her watch while you remind me who owns this body first, then we can both ruin her."
Izumi cracked his knuckles, a dangerous, hungry grin spreading across his face as he loomed over the unconscious girl. His hand reached down, roughly grabbing Ami's chin and tilting her face up, thumb brushing over her soft lower lip.
"Wake up, junior. Senpai's master is here to ruin that proud little pussy of yours. By the time I'm done, you'll be begging to sell out your own friends just for another taste of this cock."
The air in the room grew thick with tension and raw sexual energy. Unou's breathing had already grown heavier, her thighs pressing together as she anticipated what was coming.
This was going to be a long, intense night.