Chapter 226 - 227: Stage

Chapter 226: Chapter 227: Stage

She didn’t hesitate for a single second, eagerly taking him deep into her mouth and bobbing her head with practiced rhythm, fully exposed to the hidden audience watching through the partitions below.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Ohh... good girl, suck me harder, my sweet devotee," Owen praised, gently caressing her hair with one hand while his eyes drifted toward the center stage. Two newly arrived MILFs had just stepped out of the shadows, wearing thin, translucent tunics in shades of light blue and violet. Just like the first woman, both of them wore identical, enigmatic masks.

"Savior, please grace us with your divine presence tonight," the woman in the blue tunic called out softly.

"We want to perform our special dance to satisfy you completely... please watch and tell us your thoughts," the violet-clad MILF added. They immediately began swaying their hips in a hypnotic, seductive dance right in front of him. A moment later, the woman in green joined in, deliberately shaking and jiggling her heavy breasts with every step, driving the men watching from the stalls into an absolute frenzy.

Unable to help themselves, several of the husbands secretly fumbled with their belts, their hands darting down to stroke their twitching members in the dark. The sheer audacity of these masked women performing such wild dances was overwhelming—especially contrasted with the presence of Owen, a man who felt like an entirely different breed of human.

"I don’t know what’s happening to me... but I honestly can’t stop myself," one man muttered, gripping his rigid penis tightly between his thumb and index finger.

"Who even are these women...? How could they possibly do something like this in public? I know it’s a festival, but displaying themselves like total sluts..." Grizzle’s husband whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t even picture his own wife ever moving like that; it was completely out of character, and he was certain Grizzle would never lower herself to such behavior.

"Are they traveling with strangers? We have no idea... but there is zero chance my wife would ever do that. She’s way too innocent," another agreed, trying to reassure himself.

Inside their minds, a fierce psychological battle was raging. Yes, that mysterious young guy possessed an intimidatingly massive cock... but so what? True love had to be greater than mere physical size and appearance, right? That was the fundamental truth they held onto.

Back on the main stage, Owen looked down at the woman still kneeling between his legs.

"Look at them over there, secretly having their little moral debates in the dark. What do you think would happen, my devotee, if I suddenly ripped that mask off and revealed your true face to the entire village?" Owen teased playfully, resting his hand lightly on the edge of her fox mask while she continued to worship his shaft.

Guck... guck... guck...

"Ngn... guck, guckk... please don’t do that, Savior... ahn... I’m way too embarrassed to let them see my slutty side yet," she muffled against him, sucking harder as a wave of panic washed over her. If her identity got out, she would instantly earn a reputation as the biggest slut in the entire settlement.

"Haha, are you suddenly starting to feel guilty about your husband out there?"

"Guck... guckk... no, I’m not thinking about him at all. I honestly couldn’t care less about him... all I care about right now is your thick, heavy guck... cock," she mumbled, driving herself deeper down his throat, desperate to prove her absolute loyalty.

"Haha, you’re such a shy hypocrite. But there’s no need to worry about the villagers finding out right now. Besides, embracing this will only make you far more popular in our little community."

"Guck... guck... n-no, I don’t want that kind of popularity, Savior. I only care about pleasing your cock... looking at those other pathetic, tiny twigs in the village just makes me laugh."

"Ouch, that’s pretty harsh considering your husband is sitting right behind that wall at this very moment, clutching his little twig and remaining completely clueless that his faithful wife is chocking on another man’s seed," Owen chuckled, a dark surge of pride and malicious satisfaction washing over him as he watched those miserable fools fail to control their primal urges.

"Nghn... guck... he’ll get over it... ahn, I really don’t care about him." She took him into her mouth one final time before Owen firmly locked his hand around the back of her head, driving his hips forward to bury himself deep into a punishing throat-fank.

Spurtt! Spurt! Spurttt!

"Damn, that feels way too good... alright, swallow my seeds and show everyone out there what a dedicated little sucker looks like!" Owen announced loudly, pumping his thick loads straight down her throat without an ounce of hesitation.

"Pwahh! Hahh... Hahh... thank you for blessing me with this divine opportunity, Savior," she gasped, pulling back slightly with a string of white fluid stretching from her lips.

"Now, show them the proof. Open your mouth wide and crawl right up to the peephole closest to your dear husband," Owen commanded, pointing a finger directly toward the viewing stalls.

"Yesh..." Without a second thought, she scurried forward on all fours, stopping right in front of the lower opening with her mouth hanging open, dripping with thick, milky evidence.

"Ahh... I just finished drinking the Savior’s sacred cock milk. Please, look closely and admire my performance," she purred loudly enough for the man inside the stall to hear every single word, remaining completely oblivious to the identity of the person on the other side.

"Well, what are you waiting for, man? Just pull it out and jerk off already! She literally crawled right up to your window, so you better appreciate the show," Owen mocked, stepping forward and giving the kneeling MILF an affectionate pat on the head.

"W-Who the hell are you... and why are you doing this to her?" A distressed voice echoed from inside the stall as the husband clutched his racing chest, staring desperately through the tiny eyehole.

"I am the Savior, and this is the only true salvation you’ll find tonight," Owen replied smoothly before gesturing for the woman to clean the remaining mess off his pelvis.

"Look and learn, gentlemen. This is the only way to truly claim a woman as your own. You have to step up, become the absolute alpha, and train her to be your personal obedient slut. Right, my good dog?"

"Yesh... slurp, slurp... I am your loyal dog... arf... arf," she whimpered happily, licking every inch of his skin.

"W-Why are you acting like this...? It’s fundamentally wrong to treat a woman with such disrespect... I know that for a fact because I’ve always lived happily with my honest, loving wife," the trapped man protested, his voice cracking with denial. He refused to believe it—he remembered the genuine, peaceful smiles his wife always gave him at home.

She was completely content with their simple life... even without engaging in any of this chaotic madness. Sure, the physical sight outside was overwhelmingly stimulating, but he desperately wanted to believe that genuine love and emotional devotion always shined brighter than raw, animalistic sex.

"Hoh? Is that your comforting excuse? Heh, well, I honestly don’t blame you for trying to cope. After all, you can’t even manage to fit your pathetic little penis through the glory hole," Owen taunted with a sharp smirk, knowing full well the lower apertures were designed for much more imposing dimensions.

"Don’t... say things like that..."

"I’m merely stating a factual observation, am I wrong, my devotee?"

"Yesh... slurp, slurp... with a tiny, microscopic size like that... it was never, ever enough to truly satisfy a woman’s deepest hungers."

"T-That’s a lie..."

"Savior, please, enough talking... fuck me right here on the stage, and let’s show him once and for all how a real woman is supposed to be satisfied," she whimpered, aggressively wagging her heavy rear end like an eager pet waiting for its master.