Chapter 225 - 226: Twist Them Harder

Chapter 225: Chapter 226: Twist Them Harder

"B-but what on earth are we even supposed to do? Just stand here and watch those women parade around in dresses like that?! This is absolute madness," one of the local men protested from a dark corner of the stalls, utterly unable to wrap his head around the idea of pleasuring himself while knowing his beloved, lawfully wedded wife was standing somewhere out there in the crowd.

"Y-Yes... this is truly awful. Doing something like this feels like a direct betrayal of my wife," another chimed in nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Stop talking such utter nonsense, both of you... we’re only here to watch a traditional performance, nothing more," a third man muttered sharply, trying his hardest to sound authoritative while his eyes remained glued to the unfolding scene right in front of him.

"Hahh... this is getting ridiculously tense. Someone is walking out front right now, everyone look through the peepholes!" Morenne’s husband whispered excitedly, his fingers gripping tightly onto the wooden divider.

"It’s a man..." Another spectator breathed out in shock.

"Good evening, everyone! Especially to all the honorable husbands and men who joined us tonight for the grand closing of the festival. I am thrilled to see so many of you come to witness this sacred rite," a voice echoed across the stage.

It was Owen, stepping forward into the lantern light. He wore a sleek, ceremonial mask that concealed the upper half of his face, though nothing could hide the massive, rigid pillar of flesh standing proudly between his legs, straining heavily against his pants.

"What the..." Most of the men collectively gasped for air, their jaws dropping as they stared in disbelief at the monstrous outline pressed against his trousers.

"Tonight, I will demonstrate the true art of how to satisfy a woman completely. Look very closely, men, and take matters into your own hands," Owen commanded, gesturing casually for the woman in the red tunic to step closer.

"Oh, Savior... please grant this humble devotee my deepest wish, and fuck me right here," the masked woman purred, dropping down to her hands and knees. She slowly crawled forward across the wooden stage, deliberately swaying and wagging her heavy hips with every single movement.

In the private stalls behind the partition, several men were forced to swallow hard, their throats instantly going dry. There was something chillingly familiar about the cadence of her voice, though they couldn’t quite place it—a strange, unsettling realization that only made the scene infinitely more wild and illicit.

"What the hell... is he actually going to fuck her right out in the open like that?!" One of the husbands felt a sudden, tight constriction in his chest for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. The woman was technically a masked stranger, yet watching her crawl elicited a bizarre, sharp pang of jealousy.

"Then come closer, my devotee. You already know exactly what you’re expected to do," Owen instructed smoothly.

"Yesh... hehe, I’m going to worship your magnificent cock, Savior, and show these men how a woman is properly served." She knelt directly before him, parting her lips and beginning to lap eagerly at the thick, twitching head of his erection.

"Ahh, yes... look at this scene, everyone, and burn every single detail into your minds. This is how you properly satisfy a woman who has been starved of affection," Owen said, turning his head directly toward the viewing stalls where the men were frantically pressing their eyes against the small peepholes.

"W-Who on earth is that young man...? And what in the world is that terrifying beast between his legs..." A local husband staggered backward, completely losing his balance. He wanted to dismiss it as an impossible illusion, yet a strange, burning heat was rapidly pooling deep in his lower stomach.

"T-That has got to be some kind of sick joke... this simply cannot be happening in our village..." Another gasped.

There was no denying the physical reality of what they were seeing; Owen’s body was a masterclass of human form. He possessed a well-toned, athletic build brimming with raw vitality—muscles that fell somewhere between lean and powerfully muscular. He stood tall, and even behind the ceremonial mask, his striking, fair skin looked as smooth as fine white silk. But crowning it all was the undeniable centerpiece between his thighs: a massive, thick-veined stallion cock that defied belief.

"How is that biological monstrosity even possible..." Another man clutched at his racing heart, staring in a trance.

"Fret not, gentlemen! This is an authentic, grade-A cock of legendary proportions that you will likely only witness once in a lifetime. Be eternally grateful to bask in its majestic presence tonight," Owen chuckled richly as the MILF eagerly buried her face against his pelvis, gently kissing his heavy balls.

"Oh, Savior... slurp, slurp, slurp... thank you from the bottom of my heart for granting me this golden opportunity to showcase my absolute devotion... especially right in front of a very special someone," she murmured, casting a single, deliberate glance sideways toward a random direction in the viewing gallery—straight toward the exact stall where one particular husband’s chest was tightening into knots.

"There is no need to thank me, my devoted follower. This ritual is meant to quench every lingering thirst and heal every night where satisfaction felt completely out of reach—especially those lonely hours when you begged for a real, heavy-hitting cock," Owen said, reaching out to gently pat her masked head with an air of divine authority.

"Also, a reminder to all the gentlemen locked in your little stalls: pleasuring yourselves tonight is entirely your own free will. There is no shame in giving in to temptation," Owen added with a wicked smirk before turning his full attention back to savoring her eager mouth.

Back in their respective private rooms, the minds of the trapped husbands were spiraling out of control. They found themselves gritting their teeth furiously, feeling as though Owen was mocking them directly to their faces, yet the sheer eroticism of the display paralyzed them from looking away.

"Slurp... slurp... Oh, Savior..."* She pulled back slightly, shifting upward to run her tongue in long, slow strokes along the trembling length of his shaft.

"Does it make you feel deliciously wicked knowing that your estranged husband might be watching you from the dark right now, my devotee?" Owen whispered, pitching his voice just low enough to carry across the quiet stage.

"Ahn... ahnn... yesh. It makes me wetter than ever to flaunt my body like this. It proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I belong entirely to you, Savior. No one else will ever truly own me..."

"Even when the supposed ’love of your life’ is standing just a few feet away on the other side of that wall?" Owen probed further, twisting the knife of taboo a little deeper.

"Yesh... I honestly don’t care about him anymore. He was never good enough to satisfy me in bed anyway," she confessed shamelessly, before wrapping her warm palm tightly around Owen’s shaft and coating it in a thick layer of glistening saliva.

"Haha, wonderful. Then you can start the main course right now. Show him what it truly takes to make a woman completely devoted to her master." Owen reached down, catching one of her exposed nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard enough to make her gasp.

That specific, rough technique sent a collective wave of shock through the viewing stalls. Most of the men swallowed hard in sheer disbelief; conventional wisdom dictated that such rough treatment would only cause pain, yet here she was, crying out in rapturous pleasure while continuing to furiously lick his cock.

"Ughn... ahn, ahn... twist them harder, Savior! I love it when you play rough with me... hehe, treat me like your absolute favorite personal toy tonight!"