Chapter 231 - 232: Who Are They?

Chapter 231: Chapter 232: Who Are They?

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"...What? All of you guys don’t understand what I just said? Let me repeat it. All you need to do is vote, and that will be the first hole I am going to fuck." Owen chuckled. It was understandable that most of them were confused by the sudden democratic twist.

"U-uhh... why?" A man asked. He was one of the fellows who had been stroking himself earlier.

"Just a whim. I don’t want to show favoritism toward any of these beautiful women, so making it your job to decide is only fair," Owen shrugged, unfazed by the question.

"O-ohh..."

"I guess you all understand now."

"Uhm... can I ask a question?" Another participant voiced his concerns hesitantly.

"Go ahead, tell me. I am an open-minded person."

"Can we vote again...?"

Wow, you really have the nerve to ask that. I am literally using your wife right now, for God’s sake. Owen nearly facepalmed, but he managed to keep his composure behind the mask.

"No, you can’t. Only once. This is for the sake of satisfying your perverted sides... and as the Savior, it’s my divine duty," he claimed shamelessly. What could they possibly do about it? Absolutely nothing.

"B-but first... let me ask who you are... and who these women are." The man knew it was strange to press the issue, but he had a gut feeling he couldn’t ignore.

"Hmm, asking that again? As I said, I am the Savior, and I will be gone by tomorrow."

"Then who are they?"

Obviously your wife. Should I just remove the mask and slap handcuffs on their limbs? Why are they asking so many tedious questions? Owen complained internally. Dealing with these fools was such a hassle.

"Oh, you mean these busty MILFs? Fret not, they are also from somewhere... or right from within this very town. I don’t have the right to spill their personal secrets," Owen shrugged, finding it a waste of breath to keep up the elaborate farce.

"Okay, enough with the stupid questions. If you stayed here until this late hour... then that alone speaks volumes about how much you love watching this spectacle."

"We... are not..."

"This..."

"Enough with your excuses. I will give you three seconds to step back if you have a problem... One... Two... Three... Okay, time’s up. No one moved, and no one left," Owen clapped his hands, not giving them any further time to object.

"First... let me see who will vote for the pussy!" Owen announced, pointing his hand downward toward the dripping wet folds.

"Begin. I will only give you five seconds before I close the polling." Owen began counting down, while the crowd started mumbling amongst themselves. Naturally, who in their right mind would reject a classic pussy?

Still... a reverse blowjob and an anal pounding? Those were enticingly new options.

"What am I even doing... This is absolute madness... but I can’t control my hand anymore. I’ll go for the pussy," a man on the far side admitted, raising a makeshift flag.

"Mine too... Ahem."

"I just wanted to see how it looked... This whole setup is forcing my hand."

More men in the crowd started raising their small flags.

"Time’s up. Now let me count... Oh, we got a solid bunch of pussy lovers here," Owen nodded in satisfaction, evaluating the tally.

"We got a total of seven votes for the pussy. Not bad at all, this might turn out great... Now for the second option." Owen walked slowly to the front, giving a playful slap to the cheek of the MILF positioned on top.

"What about the mouth? Show me your competitive spirit!" Owen then spread the pussy of the second MILF, pleased to see how soaked she was after the combined efforts of the other two.

"Ahn... ahnn... Please give the blowjob a fighting chance! A reverse deepthroat with that kind of massive cock... ahn, ahn," she pleaded desperately, wanting more than just a standard pounding.

"You’re really desperate now, aren’t you? Beg louder, and they might just throw you a lifeline," Owen instructed, shoving his fingers deep inside her as a thick amount of arousal leaked out.

"Ughn, ughnn... This is a strategy. I am doing this for my own survival... ahn, ahnm." Her pussy twitched violently, squeezing tightly around his invading fingers.

"Good, then commit to it. It might work in your favor." Owen glanced back at the crowd, watching as more hands slowly raised their flags.

"One... Two... Three... Keep begging. It’s clearly helping you out."

"Ughn, ahn, ahn... Thank you for the effort... Ahn, this is going to make me so happy..." She saw a glimmer of hope as the count reached eight flags, edging out the pussy’s score!

"Heh, good for you. Now for the final vote. Who will vote for the anal route? A tight passage that only accepts a truly massive cock. Decide wisely for the sake of your deepest fetishes!" Owen announced, noticing the burning, fixated stares of the foolish onlookers.

Heh, pathetic as ever. I hope they won’t regret voting for this... fucking a married man’s wife right while the husband casts his vote. Owen sneered inwardly, finding the irony endlessly amusing.

"Okay, begin the voting for the anal option."

"Ughn... Please, I want my asshole to get thoroughly pounded. I am the holy onahole of the Savior, do not hesitate to vote for me!" The top woman began chanting her plea to the audience.

"Damn... That’s a very promising start," Owen observed as the number of raised flags surged rapidly.

"And... that officially ends the voting. Looks like we have a clear winner." Owen walked back to his original position, positioning his thick shaft directly over the one and only target.

"Who would have thought that you fellows wanted to see an anal climax above all else? Heh, you better be grateful for this view!"

The crowd gulped hard, collectively anticipating a brand-new kind of sexual arousal they had never experienced in their lives. How could they ever even think of using that particular hole? That was where waste came out... and most of their wives actively despised the very idea!

That was basic, conventional knowledge, and most couples settled comfortably for standard, vanilla intimacy—the general rule of thumb for almost everyone in polite society.