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It was a regular afternoon inside Axel’s Adventurer’s Guild. The room was brimming with chatter, and two Crimson Demons sat at a table—accompanied only by the beer mugs that littered the space between them. 

Of the two, Megumin was the most easily distinguishable—thanks to her oversized wizard hat.

And it wasn't just any regular wizard hat. Its golden band was crisscrossed with red lace, like jagged teeth, accented by the button eyes over top. That, in combination with her short red shoulderless dress, black fingerless gloves, belt-like choker, genuine belt around her stomach, and asymmetric stocking/bandage combo that covered her legs, her outfit screamed Crimson Demon fashion. And to top it all off—draped over the shoulders and back of her slender body—was a long flowing cape.

Despite her disarmingly small stature, she was the archmage famously known for helping to defeat the Demon King, and infamously known for waking the townsfolk with her daily Explosion magic. 

Sitting across from her was, of course, Yunyun, the extremely capable to-be chief of the Crimson Demon Clan.

Her red stockings, pink skirt, and black long-sleeve button-up blouse was relatively more normal. Except, not normal was, again, her belt, as well as the strangely angular cutouts on both the bottom of her blouse and around her breast area. And speaking of her breasts, especially compared to Megumin, she was a woman with a proper set of assets. Though, that didn’t help her make any friends, nor did it stop the town from pitying her inability to.

At the moment, there was silence between them, and it wasn’t the tranquil kind either. Rather, they were both simmering, hot off a lopsided argument where Yunyun was rehashing who “won” the most competitions, and Megumin was arguing why that didn’t matter. It was a completely absurd back and forth that, nonetheless, wrung them both dry.

In the midst of this silence, there came the chatter of two women who came to sit nearby.

“Have you heard about the new guy?” One prompted.

“I don't know, have I?” The other responded. “Is it the one just down the street?”

“It is. I hear he’s got quite the package”

“Oh, that he does. But it wasn’t the only monstrous thing about him. Even I couldn’t keep up.”

“Really? That’s a first.” They both giggled.

“How about I give it a go?”

“It’s quite the challenge, but sure, knock yourself out.”

The word latched onto Megumin’s mind like a parasite.

…Challenge, huh?  

She gave a side-eye to her drinking buddy, suspicious. Yunyun seemed to be tipping back another beer without a care in the world, but Megumin knew there was no way the other mage wasn’t thinking about it.

This was the girl who made a competition out of literally anything she could find.

Although, a random stranger that they had just heard about? Yunyun wouldn’t stoop that low. 

…Would she?

It was the following day at the guild, but this time, only one of the mages was present. Meeting here was a casual routine of theirs, which meant that it wasn’t uncommon for one party to be late—this time it just happened to be Yunyun. So, Megumin didn’t think much of it and just ordered for herself. 

She had just begun to make a dent in her drinks when she spotted her missing partner finally walking through the entrance. Megumin didn't pay the girl any mind until she arrived at the table.

But once Yunyun did arrive, it was clear that her face was slightly flushed and there was a blatant wet sheen covering the neck of her clothes. Megumin opened her mouth, ready to pipe up and ask what spilled on her, before she noticed something odd.

The strange fluid covered not only Yunyun’s clothes, but her large breasts as well—complete with an undeniable pool of white gathered in her cleavage.

Yunyun didn’t hesitate once she saw where Megumin's eyes were pointed.

“Oh, what’s this?” She noted, pulling her collar aside, giving a clearer view of her stained jugs. “A special someone had a good time with these. Too bad you could never.”

It appeared that their argument from before wasn’t anything to scoff at.

In the face of a challenge, Yunyun was dedicated enough to actually soil herself like this, and lowly enough to strike Megumin where it hurt. 

The smaller mage just sighed.

What was she going to do about this self-proclaimed rival?

Megumin gave the door a polite knock.

If her intel was right, this should be the right place. 

A few moments later, the door opened and revealed a torso, clothed in a simple brown fabric. Megumin took a second to realize that that was just how tall the man was, before tilting her gaze upward to meet the face that the wide brim of her hat had kept hidden.

It was a rather average, if a bit scraggly, looking man—a man who seemed rather confused by her arrival.

“What do you need?”

Megumin steeled herself. “I’m here for…”

A confusing mix of anxiety and shame swirled through her, burning her cheeks with a warm blush. She couldn’t believe that Yunyun did this… but she did. And that meant Megumin could too.

“Your thing.” She finalized.

“My thing?” The man echoed

“Yes. I’m here to… get you off.” She teasingly tugged her collar down… as if the V cut wasn’t already showing off what little there was to display.

Her blush intensified as he stared blankly back at her. She felt as if she could explode from embarrassment.

“…Are you two planning something?”

“Huh?” Megumin glanced around in search of this second person.

“You and the other Crimson Demon who was here yesterday.” The man specified.

“Oh." Megumin was frowning now. "I have nothing to do with that woman.”

“So you do know her, then?”

“…Fine, I have a little to do with that woman.”

“What are you trying to accomplish, trying to seduce me?”

“What does it matter? Are you turning down my offer?” She gave one last push, clenching her fists in worry.

This wasn’t exactly a private space, and she couldn’t tolerate much more public humiliation.

The man took a deep breath in, then audibly let it back out.

“…No, I guess not.” He confessed.

“Then could I come in?” Megumin asked, rather urgently.

“…Sure.”

They both stepped inside and routed to the bedroom, letting the door close behind them.

She was supposed to pleasure this man… how, exactly?

Megumin was frozen solid, paralyzed by the one-eyed glare of the massive, meaty shaft stretching towards her.

Her forearms were considered thin, but for this cock to be the same thickness—now that was just absurd. It luckily wasn't as long, but she couldn't be too certain. It didn't seem to be fully erect.

This terrible appendage… it was what Yunyun and her dumb chest had somehow conquered. Megumin wasn't fortunate enough to have such tools, but unlike that other girl, she did have some actual experience to leverage. She knew what got men going. 

Well, a simple offer of sex would get them riled up, but wasn't the point. This battle was more than that. This was about making this man succumb to her womanly charms—to her erotic body.

Rather than the tit-flashing, clueless bimbo act that Megumin was certain her rival had employed, she would instead become the mature, sultry woman whose mere touch would make heartbeats quicken.

Allow me. I’ll be the one to take care of you. Megumin had said, dancing her fingers along the man's thigh, not knowing what she was signing herself up for.

Then came her whole charade of noticing his bulge, smiling all cockily, and thinking to herself that she was doing something right as she seductively removed her gloves. Then her voicing her curiosity as she crouched down to face his crotch—only for a weapon to pop out when she pulled down his trousers.

…Which led her to now: her, stuck on her knees, still staring doe-eyed at the hunk of meat.

As if responding to her intense gaze, the shaft twitched upwards, bumping the brim of her hat. She was thankful for the privacy her hat provided, as it kept the man from judging her tense expression—the sight of this monolith moving autonomously had brought her to the brink of a cold sweat.

I have to pleasure him… with my body, Megumin quickly reminded herself. And to do that, she at least needed to start.

Reaching forwards, she grabbed onto the appendage with both her hands, soon discovering the vibrant heat it radiated, and that her fingers weren't able to close all the way around it. Her nerves were shaken—it was intimidating enough to make her avert her gaze, but she wasn't going to be stopped just yet.

She gripped a bit tighter, stroking back and forth along his member, her fingers nearly hitching on his bulging veins. Once she'd gotten a good sense of his firmness, one hand began squeezing near his glans, while the other… couldn't reach much further back—not without bringing herself closer to this behemoth.

“This is gonna take all day…” The man murmured from far above.

“Shush. I know what I’m doing.” She retorted.

At least, she thought she did. This member wasn't reacting like she expected, and her frustration was beginning to bubble up. She was certain that this would get the job done eventually, but could she live with herself if she did? 

Even if she came back with evidence to show, she wasn’t sure she could face Yunyun's own achievement. Even if Megumin tried to embellish her feat, they’d known each other for too long. Yunyun had gotten a lot better at catching lies.

Plus that girl was scary when she was angry.

Did using her chest actually work? She wondered. The shaft seemed almost uninterested.

Gathering her courage, Megumin uneasily brought her own chest up to it, and frowned. The fleshy warm head poked rather unremarkably against her collarbone.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The man pestered.

“Ah, um. Yes."

"Then why are you doing… whatever that is?"

Megumin stayed silent, now beginning to stroke him with her chest, though it was more like dragging his tip along an ironing board.

"Hello…? What is going on down there?"

"I need to do this!" Megumin suddenly piped up, jerking her head up to face him, "She said I’m small and unattractive!”

She spoke more from her heart than actual memory.

“Wha—Unattractive…? You?” He stammered back at the beauty staring back beneath the hat.

“Hmph, what? Got something to say about it?” She pouted.

The man leaned sideways, catching a glimpse of her shapely lower half, currently squishing against the floor.

“Well… I wouldn't call you small…” 

“Oh, is that so…?” Megumin wore her doubt freely.

"Yeah?"

"So you see me as a proper woman?"

"I… I guess?"

“Liar. As a woman, I’ve got no sex appeal.” Her hands had already drifted to her chest as she said this.

The man just scratched his head.

"But that's why I'm here." Megumin continued, "To prove to that slut-shaped simpleton that I've got plenty of sex appeal to spare—enough to please someone like you."

The man continued to stay silent, trying to parse the words of this crazed woman.

“So, I need you to, at the very least, act like you're attracted to my chest. Can you help me with that?”

“I… Sure, I can help you with that, but…” He stared at her chest and made a face. "Why your chest?"

“Ugh! You—!" Megumin nearly shouted, before biting her tongue, "…Just do whatever you need to get off on your own. I’ll think of a way to beat her.”

She stomped over to his bed and took a seat on the edge, hanging her head in deep contemplation.

The man had followed behind her, which she only realized once he removed her hat and found him stroking himself off.

“W-What are you doing?” The mage cried out.

“You said to do whatever I need, right?”

"But you said my body—" Megumin began.

"Your chest." He corrected, interrupting, "Which is cute, and for holding onto, not sticking a dick between. But if pleasing a man is what you need to do, then I don't know why you're giving up. You're already well equipped for that."

“Huh…?” The girl couldn't wrap her head around what all he was saying. She thought it was clear that she wasn't good enough.

“What's so confusing? Are you trying to copy that other girl, or are you trying to beat her?”

Megumin took a moment to consider his words, before quickly brightening up. Of course!

She was supposed to beat Yunyun! Just like she always did. And she emerged victorious not by doing what Yunyun did better, but by perfecting her own craft—and maybe even twisting the challenge a little.

“Then, do you have any lube?” Prompted the smaller girl.

From her seat upon the edge of the bed, Megumin had laid backwards, lifting her legs to form an L-shape with her body. The man stood below her legs, right at the edge of the mattress, using his own body to help keep her legs upright as she tightly crossed them.

And tying together the whole scene: The man's girthy cock, glistening with a generous coat of lube, lodged directly between her plump thighs.

He was fucking her legs.

…Or rather, in the name of the challenge, she was jerking him off with her thighs.

Megumin just watched, mesmerized as the slab of meat slid rhythmically back and forth, disappearing and reappearing from between her supple, hugging masses. He was massaging the muscles there, on the insides of her thighs, and melding his body heat with hers.

Even though its intimidating size was still just that: intimidating, it was also beginning to stir something inside her. 

Big was her thing. 

Big styles. Big spectacles. Big enemies. Big entrées. Big boobs. Big booms.

These were things that brought joy to her life, or outright gave it purpose.

And so, facing this big cock now without shying away, she found herself finally catching onto its appeal.

Basking in its presence felt… right in some way.

The way it thrust through her legs, its rigid mass pushing her soft meat aside as she squeezed it from either end—it made her wonder…

What would it feel like inside her?

Her instincts found this horrifying, but beside her prickling fear laid something else entirely: an immense curiosity.

Would it even fit? 

…She doubted it. Something that size would surely wreck her body.

But what if, somehow, it could fit. And what if, somehow, it ended up feeling good?

Something that large could certainly do a lot of loving. 

A jolt brought her back to reality, and Megumin found herself breathing heavily, her face heated by a blush.

She then realized, after some wet smacking filled her ears, that his hips were forcibly pounding against her. A spectacle that was complimented by the sight of his shaft swiftly slipping in and out, and the feeling of his sack occasionally bumping against her butt.

He's being so rough…

It scrambled up her thoughts—every blunt impact sent a tingling up her spine. His power—his lust, it was coming through with striking clarity.

And even though it was through her clothes, and even though he wasn’t pressing very hard, he was still stroking her sex—with his manhood, nonetheless.

Her blush deepened, and she quickly realized she couldn’t even hide her embarrassment.

“I’m close. Where do you want it?” He suddenly spoke.

“Wha— You’re asking me?” She yelped.

She'd completely forgotten about this part. What was she supposed to do again? Yunyun had kept it in her cleavage, but without that option…

At this rate, she was going to end up walking around town with a cumstain on her dress, laid out for all to see.

“N-Not there!!” It was all she think to say.

Hoping he’d pull out and find somewhere else to shoot, she braced herself, waiting for him to make his move.

Instead, his arm reached out.

And what it reached for—was her hat.

“Wait—!” The mage pleaded.

Much to Megumin’s dismay, he didn't wait and simply began to unload—directly into her hat.

An angry indignation surged up in her chest as she felt his shaft throbbing powerfully between his legs.

But as the seconds drew on, her anger was quickly jumbled up with awe as she felt it failing to stop—his semen kept on flowing. 

Once it finally petered out, “Whew… Never done that before…” he muttered, sounding plenty satisfied.

Megumin just stared at her hat-turned-basket of cum, wracking her brain on how to proceed next. She had to find a way to turn this in her favor.

Whatever she did, though, Megumin knew that she couldn’t give Yunyun the satisfaction of knowing the challenge was accepted—not until the moment was perfect, that is.

Megumin walked into the guild and immediately locked onto her fellow Crimson Demon. As she approached, she noticed Yunyun was clearly searching her expression for any confrontational emotions, but to no avail—the smaller mage was oddly nonchalant. 

Like normal, Megumin adjusted her dress and held her oversized hat steady as she slid onto the opposing bench. 

“…You’re just gonna let me win?” Yunyun couldn’t help but make a jab, partially in disbelief.

“Win what?” Megumin responded innocently.

“The challenge. I know you understood what I meant yesterday.”

“Yesterday…? Hmm… I was pretty busy that day, so I can’t really remember… Remind me again, will you?”

“You—Fine!" The busty mage blushed, then shouted under her breath, "I jerked off that super hung guy with my boobs!”

The smaller one scrunched her face like she was thinking, then suddenly brightened up as if she remembered. “Ah, right. So it was that… That’s silly.”

“Huh? How can you say such a thing?”

“Because anyone can do that.”

“Wha—You’re just saying that because you can’t! I bet you just came back from his place after learning that for yourself!”

“Well, you’re right. I did come back from his place.” Megumin conceded.

A grin crept across Yunyun’s face. 

“But while I was over there…” Megumin continued.

The smaller mage suddenly tipped sideways, leaning off the end of the bench. Yunyun couldn’t understand what she was doing, but when Megumin came back upright, her hat had been removed from her head.

Megumin then placed it onto the table, upside down. Yunyun watched in pure shock as it tipped towards her, spilling white sludge out of the crown and dripping slowly down the wide brim. 

Glancing back up, Yunyun found that atop her rival’s head sat a thick glaze of something also white and glisteningly wet.

“I helped him relieve a lot of stress.” The smaller girl goaded. 

Yunyun simply gawked.

“So, I’m guessing drinks are on you today?” Megumin beamed.

Thus, the gauntlet had been thrown.

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Yunyun arrived at the guild late, yet again, and in an oddly wearied state. Her eyes were tense and her face looked a little clammy. A glint of moisture sat beneath her nose—clearly leaking. 

Since when was she sick? Megumin couldn’t help but wonder.

It was only once Yunyun took her seat did she wipe the mess with her sleeve. Clearing her throat a little, she reached for one of Megumin’s beer mugs,

“Sorry I’m late. Can I take one of these?” She opened the conversation casually. Even still, she sounded congested. 

“Should you really be drinking?” Megumin asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Hm? Are you not sick?”

“Sick? No, I’m doing great. I just need something to wash this down.”

Megumin studied her rival, unconvinced. Her eyes seemed a bit puffy too. She definitely didn’t look great.

Then, had she just finished bawling her eyes out? Maybe from losing so hard?

“But, if you’re curious…” Yunyun paused for a moment, a blush coloring her cheeks. Then, a smirk appeared as she continued, “My mouth was just too good. I guess he couldn’t help himself.”

At that moment, the smaller mage finally realized what was actually clogging up her rival’s smug face. 

Megumin’s eyebrow twitched. This contest was far from being over.

“You’re a tenacious bunch, huh?” The man chuckled.

“You could say that…” Megumin said, taking a seat atop his bed.

“Still trying to one-up her?” 

“Do I even need to answer?”

“Well, in that case, you’ll need to put in some work.” He said, already removing his pants. “I haven’t had a girl polish me off like that in years. For a complete amateur, she was seriously impressive.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure she did great…” Megumin said bitterly, watching him undress through the corner of her eye.

“It was great, but…” He paused dramatically. 

Megumin’s attention was caught. She turned to face him. But, what? 

“She only cleaned the end.”

The man wrapped his thumb and forefinger around his shaft, marking the spot where Yunyun reached.

Megumin studied that end segment—the couple inches spanning from his tip… then compared it to the entire rest that remained. The mage had to admit, she couldn’t knock Yunyun for stopping where she did. This shaft was simply ridiculous—and it wasn’t even at full mast!

Seeing the troubled look on the smaller girl’s face, the man continued.

“I have an idea to guarantee you today’s win, but it’ll come at a cost.”

“A cost? What makes you think I'm willing to spend?” The cheap woman asked.

“I've got some experience that I can lend to you.”

“…Are you saying that I'm not experienced?” 

“I’m not saying that. I’m saying that I have lots—and trophies to prove it.” 

He stepped aside to pull open a drawer. The mage cringed immediately. 

In it was a neat pile of undergarments—a colorful collection, which was by no means small. Though, her attention was drawn to the weird, round hunk of metal noisily rolling around beside the pile.

“Oh, that? It’s uh… it goes in your ass. But you don’t need to worry about it.”

It goes in? Something that big? She shuddered, her butt clenching reflexively—defensively.

“Will you be taking trophies from me? I ask that you don’t.” The mage muttered.

“I won’t take anything, I’ll only safekeep whatever you leave behind. But why do you ask? Are your clothes sentimental?”

Her red outfit was like nothing the man had seen.

“How could they not be? I’ve worn them just about everywhere, ever since I left my hometown some years ago.”

“I see. I thought they were new. Whoever did the repairs must have quite the talent.”

Looking closer, her dress was worn down in some places, but outwardly, it looked near-mint condition. 

“Aha. How does it feel to be incorrect? Crimson Demons are the best craftsmen in the world. It’s obvious that their clothing would last so long.” 

“Okay… the fabric maybe, but that belt doesn’t look like anything special.”

Megumin pursed her lips. She didn’t have an answer to that. 

Glancing towards her hat, which rested safely with her mantle upon a coat hanger, she found her words.

“All of it is special… So, please don’t dirty my attire again. Do you know how humiliating it was to clean?”

“I understand. I’ll be careful.” the man acknowledged, “But, that brings me to one last detail… You’ll have to let me set the pace."

Why? What did he have planned? The mage wondered, suspicious.

Their previous time together flickered through her mind. That had been a shared effort between them—though, the idea was mostly his.

She also had to admit that it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all… 

But, importantly, Megumin still had her pride. Even though that idea worked, it wasn’t what she was here for. 

Plus, it was a little embarrassing to think back on—having her legs used like that. She wasn’t meant to be some plaything. It was supposed to be the opposite. 

She was supposed to be charming him. She was supposed to toy with him in a way that left Yunyun stumped. And with that in mind…

“Whatever it is, save it. I don’t need it.” Megumin stated, slipping off the mattress.

Sitting on the floor before him, she scooted close until his manhood was parked directly in front of her face. With her vision full of cockmeat, it took only a moment for its scent to hit her. Just from that hint of musk, she felt her pulse quicken ever so slightly.

In contrast, he was still a bit soft. For him to be so nonchalant while a beautiful woman was on her knees, practically breathing on his cock… She had to admit that Yunyun found them a worthy challenge.

Stifling her embarrassment, and mustering her courage, Megumin prepared to draw his attention.

“Soo big…” she marveled, adding as much amazement to her voice as she could.

…No response—even though her tone was more earnest than she'd let on. 

He needed more inspiration, so she took a hold of his shaft. Its warmth spread through her palm as she stroked it tenderly—still dwarfing her hand.

“I can’t wait to… have it inside me.” 

A small twitch beneath her fingers, and it began to rise. Seeing how that got him excited, Megumin shivered. The thought of actually having this monster inside her sent her loins fluttering. 

“Mmnh~ You'll fill me up so nicely… ”

Her hand reflexively gripped tighter.

"Just imagine—what it'll be like when I'm drinking down your c-cum."

But, again, there wasn't much difference—at least on his end. Contrasting him, the mage was already feeling a bit weak, her mind spiraling into debauchery. Her teasing words seemed to be little more than self-sabotage. 

Maybe it's better to just get it over with…

Quickly angling his shaft at the ready, she opened her mouth in preparation—only to pause.

It really was so big, especially for her—especially for this. She was surprised he could wear pants, because stuffing this thing anywhere just didn’t seem feasible.

It was feasible for Yunyun… Megumin reminded herself. And luckily, it was the one thing she needed to hear.

She took the plunge, leaning in, her lips stretching around the girth. His taste immediately tickled her senses, brewing an indecent, shameful excitement in her loins—but excitement nonetheless. She let it guide her forward.

As her jaw began to strain, it reminded her of trying to stuff her fist into her mouth. Though, unlike her fist, this actually managed to slip in. Once the head was firmly past her lips, squished between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, she felt like she'd already reaching her limit.

Her body seconded this, making any movement attempt all sorts of unpleasant. Trying to force herself even a little bit further caused her throat to tighten up, gagging frantically as it rejected the invader with everything she had. 

Still, she kept on trying—kept on prodding the back of her mouth, with no real progress to show. It only took a single mistimed breath before Megumin was suddenly yanking herself away, stuck in a fit of coughs.

“Are you sure you’ve got this?” A voice came from above.

Her eyes turned up to face him, finding him peering down at her.

Meeting his bored expression, humiliation smoldered in her chest. She quickly brought her gaze back down to her objective. Studying the border where her saliva stopped, it dawned on her that she was stuck in the same exact place as Yunyun.

How annoying…

Her response came quick: She dove forward, stubbornly sucking the shaft as deep as she could.

Predictably, her mouth was quickly overcrowded and she went right back to coughing. By now, it was clear. All signs were pointing to them simply being incompatible. Megumin was just about ready to agree. Maybe this was hopeless.

…But on the off chance that they weren’t incompatible—that this was possible—the man would probably know how to make it work.

Was that why he mentioned his idea? Though, he said he needed to take the lead for it. Would she really be beating Yunyun if she let that happen? Then again, she could definitely use a break. Maybe once he was done, she'd get to finish him off herself? 

Whatever the case, Megumin felt stuck where she was at. Trying something new would help, surely.

“Okay! Fine…!” She let out, exasperated.

Just once more, she’d see what he had planned.

Megumin was laid at the end of his bed, on her back, with her head tipped backwards off the edge of the mattress. Her short, messy dark hair spilled down like an upturned bonfire.

Once again, the man's cock was aimed right at her, demanding her full attention. Unfortunately, viewing it upside down hardly dampened its intimidation factor. Though, something that did help was Megumin's quick understanding of the strategy.

This pose primed her to take this rigid mass straight in—however deep it needed to go.

After that attempt of hers before, she had high hopes for this one. If it spared her from any of those frustrations, it'd be worth it. Though, it definitely didn't spare her emotionally.

They hadn't even begun, and already, it managed to be more humiliating than literally kneeling before him. She felt completely and utterly vulnerable, baring her neck like this. The presence of her belt-like collar did little to ease the anxiety.

“Stick out your tongue.” Spoke the man.

Megumin pouted for just a second, still a bit put off by nerves. Still, this is what she asked for—she was aware. It was only a moment longer until she resigned herself, complying with his order.

Seeing her tongue poking past her lips, his shaft drifted ever closer. But before they could touch, he stopped.

"Now, open your mouth."

She took a deep breath, then parted her lips. The man pressed forward steadily and, as if sliding down a funnel, his tip was guided along by her outstretched tongue, following it directly past her lips—her jaw falling slack, being pried wide around his girth. Without hesitation, he accelerated his hips.

In the next moment, he completely claimed her mouth.

It was… surprisingly quick progress. Megumin wanted it to continue, but her body wasn’t quite up to speed. Her throat had reflexively tightened, still refusing entry—still being difficult.

“You’ll need to swallow.” The man advised, his tip putting pressure on the back of her mouth.

Obviously. Yet she couldn’t. Her attempts failed before they could even begin, all immediately pivoting to mild gags.

It was so frustrating. Her body knew how to swallow. She did it every day, without even thinking, yet it was failing her now? It was all she needed in order to best Yunyun. Victory was right there.

…Right. Victory was there. Which meant Megumin couldn't give up now.

Holding that thought close to heart, she did her very best to imagine his cockhead as simply a mouthful of food that she had to force down—a task familiar to someone like her, who had to scrape by in her youth.

Only a few moments later, and her body finally obeyed. She swallowed—her throat beckoning him deeper.

Immediately, his glans lurched forwards. 

Gone was the weird pressure of him bumping into the back of her mouth. Instead, she was overcome with the much weirder sensation of him stretching out her gullet. Which meant…

It was in.

It was truly in. Megumin felt pride beginning to swell, just as—

“Oh that is tight” Unable to resist the allure, the man simply rocked his hips forward.

“Nngk!?” Megumin choked out.

His girth abruptly sank deeper, causing a visible swelling of her neck, which strained against the accessory that encircled it. True to its name—and being the sturdy piece of leather that it was—her choker was now choking her. 

She'd wrestled with Yunyun many times before, but never did Megumin think she’d be so effectively pinned by a cock. Just that one appendage was all it took to stretch her entire oral cavity to its limit, paralyzing her.

The cramming of her airway was triggering a mild panic in her. All of the muscles surrounding—her jaw, her throat, and even her eyes—were all straining helplessly. 

And yet… she brushed all of it aside. Her focus was locked onto one thing, and one thing only:

How incredibly, overwhelmingly lewd this was.

She was being penetrated—being filled—by this thick, hot slab of manhood. He wasn’t even moving anymore, nor even using much of his length, and still, her body was rapidly heating with arousal.

There was a hum in her loins. Her heart was racing, chest buzzing with anticipation. And, feeding off this nervous, yet gleeful energy, Megumin's head filled with thoughts of ambition.

…She wouldn’t mind if he went deeper. 

Trying to communicate this, a gurgled excuse of a groan bubbled past her lips. But instead of proceeding, the cock immediately withdrew, dripping with her saliva.

“Sorry, was that too much?” The man asked.

Megumin gulped down air, chuckling softly. Her party's adventures taught her to laugh at absurdity. Looking at this monster that she'd left gleaming with spit, what was this situation if not absurd?

As for his question, she already knew her answer—she just needed a bit of time to collect herself. After being dominated like that, there was a good chunk of shame and panic lingering inside that she needed to let pass.

Once she gathered herself enough, she spoke up—voicing her thoughts clearly.

"I want to win, no contest." 

The man let out a breath—a moment of consideration. Then he stepped close. 

His shaft didn’t find her lips. Instead, it was laid on top of her, its warm weight resting upon her neck.

He'd walked all the way forwards, his crown jewels floating just next to her chin. Megumin took a whiff of his heavy scent. It seemed to go straight to her brain, fanning the flames of her desire.

"You can quit while you're ahead, you know?" He warned.

As his words lingered in the air, one of the girl's hands tentatively reached up to her chest, double checking—confirming that his tip had truly reached down to her neckline.

Taking all of it would be quite the feat…

Megumin smirked to herself. A decisive victory was her form of mercy. It was what both of the contestants deserved.

She couldn't tell him to stop now. Nor did she care to explain how annoyingly persistent her rival was. 

Instead, her response was simple. She planted a wet kiss on his sack, then licked his shaft’s underbelly before opening her mouth in full invitation.

The man practically flinched backwards. But looking down and seeing her wet opening eagerly awaiting him, his shaft throbbed with arousal.

“Well… you asked for it.”

That was the girl's only warning before hands clasped the base of her neck, and the man's hips snapped forward. 

Ulck!?

More than half of his length disappeared into her—reemerging as a thick bulge down her neck.

Megumin's panic flared back up, but it was too late to fight back—and far too late to run. He’d already skipped right past her defenses. He had full reign over this warm, wet stretch of land he'd claimed.

Still wanting respite from the intruder, yet, fearful of how the hard mast lodged inside might retaliate, her body's protests only amounted to an awkward jolt of her legs and hands.

And against this lack of resistance, the man simply pushed on. Passing inch after inch through her lips, sliding over her tongue, getting enveloped by her throat, and squeezing through the added grip of her choker, the man was enamored by the pleasures that her body offered him. 

He wondered for a second how far he should go… But the small mage already made her stance known. Who was he not to fulfill it?

So, he reeled back slowly, hips tense—prepared for action. For their goals to match, he only needed to do one thing:

Indulge himself.

GLLRCK!!

Gllchh! Gllhk! Gluck!

In and out he went, beginning to properly throatfuck this stubborn girl. 

Every quick backstroke sent spittle flying off his wetted base. Every ruthless forward stroke squeezed out a crude sound—not quite balls deep, but plunging dangerously close to being so.

Between the embarrassing sounds, and the rough way she was being used, Megumin was filled with all kinds of shameful humiliation. But that didn’t matter. Knowing that Yunyun would never be able to handle this, these were the sounds of victory.

Mngk! Gllrck! Gllhk! Gllch!

Though, Megumin could hardly handle it herself. 

The pressure was immense, and the rapid movement shook her to her core. Her eyes quickly blurred with tears as her throat convulsed in panic. She was losing focus—becoming more lightheaded as the seconds passed. 

Even still, she found herself enjoying every moment of it—and how couldn’t she? 

Maybe it was weird, but thanks to having an impressive cock so lustfully dominating one of her holes, her loins were completely alight with activity. A tense knot was bundling up in her stomach, and only growing with every wet thrust.

It probably was weird, and definitely a little crazy, but she couldn't lie to herself. This was a grand spectacle fit for a Crimson Demon. Plus, part of what kept drawing her back to these dumb challenges was the thrill.

The pure excitement and achievement of pushing herself, of fighting against the odds—and succeeding. 

Gluck! Gllrck! Nngk! Gllchh!

An obscene cock, larger than she’d ever think was possible, was abusing her mouth and throat all at once. And here she was, a woman regularly looked down on for her size, taking it in stride. 

Her eyes were already smeared with tears, her face was peppered with beads of sweat, her mouth was stained with loose spittle—more of which bubbled at the edges of her lips. Yet no protest came from her. It was nothing but impressive.

Even messied like this, she didn’t for a moment feel ugly. She didn't feel disrespected, or underestimated.

She felt desired. She felt powerful and attractive—more than enough to be fucked. 

Gllhk! Gllch! Gluck! Gllrck!

And fucked, she was.

The man continued stretching her gullet in a quick, ceaseless rhythm. He paid her no mind, and spared absolutely no mercy as he pounded her with his hips. All that he cared about was pleasuring himself—making that tight warm grip around his length keep stroking him for eternity.

Unable to neither stop nor slow this rough treatment, the rest of Megumin's body fell into an unrefined panic. Squirming in place. Her fingers aimlessly grabbed and clawed at the surrounding sheets, seeming frustrated. Her knees shook erratically, jerking to and fro—occasionally snapping shut. Her midsection was no different, shuddering and arching in wild spasms.

Gllck Nngh! Mngk! Glrch!

By now, the loss of air was getting to her. Partially in a good way, as her focus pinpointed onto everything erotic: The sensation of rough thrusts wetly sliding through her passage. The warm, lustful attention that the treatment basked her in. Her own bubbling arousal, which had begun to run loose. The mixture of it all was an intoxicating warmth like no other. 

The other part was obviously bad, as her world was steadily slipping off its axis. Her vision was closing in—she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Despite this, she was lucid enough to notice a throbbing on her tongue. 

GLLCK!

Something soft and warm greeted her nose as the man delivered a truly forceful thrust into her depths.

Twitching. She felt twitching, from her nose to her tongue to her stomach.

Then—tension. A truly painful kind, which she wanted spat out immediately—but couldn't. Panic redoubled, and her hands finally shot to his hips, trying helplessly to pry him off.

But the man didn't budge. Refusing to pull out, he simply rode out his climax while lodged deep in her gullet. Pressure and stress mounted as his girth swelled inside her.

All the while, both of their efforts were being choked back by—

SNAP.

At once, the violent pressure around Megumin’s neck subsided.

Something clattered to the ground, but she didn't hear it. She was too overcome with relief, which rushed in like a broken dam—just like the liquid heat that came flooding in. Load after load, the man poured his cum directly into her stomach, unleashing more than any man should, and certainly more than Megumin received during their first time.

A genuine feeling of fullness was quickly stacked atop the whole mess of sensations already accosting her. The still active—yet, completely delirious—parts of her brain tingled in delight, thinking she'd been inseminated. On any other day, if someone told her that she'd cum just from giving head, she'd probably denounce them as a crazed pervert.

But today was special. As the manhood throbbed, letting its euphoric pleasure flow freely within her, she followed in tow, twitching and spasming in an awkward release of her own. Her once hostile throat now fought to swallow down his gift, even if the work was already done from how deep he'd drilled.

“MMmmmng~…”

The mage let loose one last blissed-out groan, before finally passing out.

After squeezing out the last of his seed, the man finally took notice of his suitor's stillness. He quickly removed himself and crouched down to assess the damages.

Their fluids made a mess of her mouth. Her lips were glistening, completely soaked, with loose streaks dirtying the corners—complete with a sticky glob beaded at the tip of her nose.

The mage’s eyes were glazed over—a sight that would be harrowing if not for the rhythmic shrinking and swelling of a bubble that had formed out of her nose.

…At least she was still breathing.

Her stride brimming with confidence, Megumin waltzed up to the table where Yunyun sat. Before taking a seat herself, the smaller mage thrust a fist forward, then just as suddenly splayed her fingers out. An object dropped onto the table with a clink!  

“Don’t worry about my order, I’m already stuffed.” Megumin said, sounding subtly congested, “Unlike you, I actually know how to finish a meal, even if I have to force it down my throat."

Remembering the scene, her tongue flitted across her lips. Her outstretched hand pulled back to smooth over her stomach.

It took Yunyun a second to register the words—her eyes bouncing between the dismantled choker on the table, and the red ring encircling the other mage’s neck.

Once she put two and two together, her expression turned to shock.

How was she supposed to beat that…?