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The two maids, Robin and Theresa, seized Andy by the arms and hauled him to the door on the right side of the Reception Room. As he entered the door, opened by Theresa with a key, Andy saw a large hallway with numerous doors, each marked with numbers. They were all locked with heavy locks, creating an atmosphere of mystery and oppression.
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn~!"
"Annhhh! Annhhhh!"
"Lick my foot! Ooh, I love it!"
"Ah! Annhh! Anhh! Annhhh!"
Moans of pleasure—sharp, feminine cries—spilled from the sealed rooms as they dragged Andy onward down the hallway. Finally, they reached a door secured with numerous locks. Theresa pulled another key from between her cleavage and opened the door, taking Andy inside before locking it again with the same key.
The interior of the room was spacious, with a desk similar to Roxanne's at one end and, in the center, a small stool with a rope hanging from the ceiling. At the bottom of the room, to the right, there was another door.
"We should heal him first," Robin said, her voice icy, "before starting the physical recognition".
"You're right," replied Theresa.
They dropped Andy's arms, letting him fall to the ground. Theresa approached the desk and pulled out a green glass bottle from one of the drawers. She then approached the helpless Andy with a smile on her lips and said, "Open your mouth if you want to regain control of your body."
All Andy wanted at that moment was to regain control of his body. So, obediently, he opened his mouth as Theresa opened the bottle and poured the green contents into it. In a matter of seconds, Andy could feel his body again, which had almost been destroyed by Roxanne. Robin cut the ropes that bound him, freeing his arms and legs. Once free, Andy stood up and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"
Ignoring his question, Robin grabbed the front of Andy's shirt with both hands and ripped it apart in one swift motion, tearing the fabric from his body. Andy, caught off guard, exclaimed in a furious tone, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing, bitch! This shirt came from Italy!" It was the second time that day his beautiful Italian shirt was damaged.
Ignoring Andy's anger, Robin threw the shirt to the floor.
"Now the pants," said Robin in an inexpressive tone.
"What?" Andy asked, confused.
Gripping his legs, she yanked his trousers down, stripping off his shoes in one swift move, leaving him only in his white boxers. Andy didn't mind being naked in front of women, but he did mind that his fancy suit was in tatters.
Robin easily lifted Andy, put him over her shoulders, and placed him on the stool in the center of the room. She deftly lifted Andy's arms and tied his hands with the rope hanging from the ceiling, dangling him in the air like an exposed piece of meat.
"Knock, Knock,"
Someone knocked at the door. Theresa, who had locked it earlier, opened it again, and another woman stepped in. She was strikingly short, barely reaching 1.30 m in height, her short black hair framing her face, yellow eyes glinting behind large glasses. The diminutive maid captured Andy's attention, his gaze instantly locked on the hypnotic sway of her massive, overflowing tits. Despite her petite, almost girlish stature, those enormous globes—round, heavy, and straining the seams of her maid uniform—seemed to defy her delicate frame, their sheer size teasing through the tight fabric, aching to spill free. Her gaze was as expressionless as Robin's.
"You are late, Nora," said Robin.
Lowering her head in apology, the newcomer, named Nora, replied, "I'm so sorry to be late." She approached the desk, sat on the chair, and pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill pen.
"We can start," said Nora and continued, "First test, the ranking of the dick?"
Shaking her head, Robin lowered Andy's white boxers, completely releasing his big, fleshy cock.
"In the name of Veldra...!" the three maids exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide. Robin, her short dark hair framing an impassive face, let her poker face slip. Nora, the quill trembling slightly in her hand, and Theresa, leaning against the wall with a crooked smile, couldn't look away. They had never seen anything like it: a cock so large it seemed to defy the laws of anatomy.
Andy couldn't help but smile when he saw their surprised faces. He knew the effect his member had on women: first fear, then curiosity, and finally an unstoppable lust that made them beg for it, even in public. They want sex, he thought, and like flipping a switch, his cock hardened in an instant, growing even longer and thicker, veins bulging like ropes under taut skin.
Robin swallowed hard, her face now tinged with discomfort. "N-Nora, what rank do we give this?" she asked, her voice betraying a slight tremor as the cock's shadow loomed over her face like a threat.
Nora, blinking back to reality, responded firmly, "Huh?... Yes... the highest rank, the Dragon." She jotted the classification on the paper, her hand steady despite the tension in the air.
In this world, five ranks are used to classify the size of a penis from larger to smaller:
Small Penis: Mushroom Rank.
Medium Penis: Zucchini Rank.
Big Penis: Horse Rank.
Huge Penis: Dragon Rank.
Andy's cock was, without a doubt, a Dragon, a beast demanding respect.
"Second test: sperm quality," Nora announced, her tone sharp as she crossed her arms, making her huge breasts rise under the tight dress. Robin, a glint of defiance in her dull green eyes, knelt before Andy, her face inches from the erect cock. Without preamble, she unhooked her bra, letting her massive tits bounce free, the soft skin glistening under the torchlight, pink nipples hard as pebbles. She gripped the cock with a cold hand, her touch firm but calculated, and began sucking with surgical precision.
Slurp! Slurp! Gluck! Slish!
"Mmmh..." Andy growled, his teeth clenched, his body straining against the ropes. She's good, but I've had better, he thought, his arrogance intact. Robin's tongue moved like a machine, tracing perfect spirals around the glans, licking the base with swift, precise movements, as if she'd memorized a seduction manual. But it lacked passion, soul—just pure technique. I've broken hundreds of men. This one will be no different, Robin thought, confident, searching for his weak spot.
Slosh! Slurp! Gluck!
Robin intensified her assault, one hand sliding to Andy's massive balls, massaging them with cool, firm fingers, while saliva dripped from her mouth, splattering her tits, the droplets gleaming like pearls on her skin. She switched tactics, wrapping her tits around the cock for a titfuck, squeezing them tightly, the warm, soft flesh enveloping the length, the heat contrasting with the chilly air. Her tongue didn't relent, licking the glans in rapid circles, the tip grazing the slit, tasting the precum forming. The wet sounds filled the room, a chorus of suction and flesh echoing off the stone walls.
Fwap! Fwap! Plap! Slish!
Andy remained impassive, his cock hard as steel but showing no sign of climax, his breathing controlled, a mocking smirk on his face. This bitch is nothing, he thought, comparing her to past conquests.
Robin, after several minutes, felt a spark of doubt, though her face didn't show it. Why can't I make him cum? Is this Dragon rank so different? She shifted to a more aggressive technique, shoving the cock deep into her throat, her nose brushing Andy's pubis, her throat vibrating with each thrust, saliva cascading down, splattering her tits and the floor, forming a puddle beneath.
Gluck! Gluck! Slish! Splosh! Slurp!
The obscene sounds filled the room, Robin's tits bouncing with each movement, saliva dripping down her chin, staining the crumpled bra at her feet. Theresa, leaning against the wall, chuckled softly, teasing a nipple over her bra, while Nora watched, her yellow eyes narrowed, a memory stirring as she glanced at Andy's name on the parchment. Robin alternated between deep throats and quick licks, her tongue tracing complex patterns, pressing sensitive spots, exploring every vein with surgical precision. One hand massaged the balls, the other lightly scratched the base, seeking any reaction.
Slish! Slosh! Splosh! Gluck!
After ten minutes, Andy still didn't yield, his cock throbbing but far from climax, his mind focused on maintaining control. This is nothing. I've had whores begging for more, he thought, his arrogance holding firm. Robin, for the first time, felt genuine frustration, a crack in her confidence. I've tried everything: titfuck, deep throat, ball pressure… nothing works! What the hell is this guy? Her movements grew more aggressive, almost desperate, saliva splattering her tits, the floor a mess of fluids.
She tried one final tactic, combining all her skills. She pulled the cock from her mouth, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the glans, and wrapped her tits around it again, squeezing harder, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. Her tongue licked the glans in frantic motions, alternating between circles, quick sucks, and deep sucks, while one hand massaged the balls, the other scratching the base, her nails leaving red marks. Saliva and sweat mingled, her tits glistening, the floor a pool of fluids. She tilted her head, licking from base to tip in one long, slow motion, then sucked the glans hard, vibrating her throat, trying to force a climax.
Fwap! Fwap! Plap! Slurp! Slurp!
Fifteen minutes passed, and Robin, for the first time in her career, felt a silent fury. If I don't make this man cum, I'll disappoint Madam Roxanne, her mind screamed, her confidence shattered, though her face remained impassive, dull green eyes fixed on the cock, as if she could force it to submit through sheer will. Her tits were coated in saliva, her bra soaked, her breathing slightly labored, a subtle sign of her frustration. Andy, though feeling the pleasure, pushed it to the back of his mind, comparing her to his conquests. Not even in my top 20. What a waste of tits, he thought, his breathing barely quickened, his cock hard but controlled.
Nora, tired of waiting, snapped her fingers. "Stop, Robin. You're wasting your time. You're not ready to tame that cock," she said, her tone cutting. Robin stopped, the cock popping out of her mouth with a wet Pop!, a strand of saliva falling onto her tits. She stood, adjusting her bra, her face expressionless but her eyes blazing with restrained fury, a chink in her emotional armor. I've never failed like this before… she thought, stepping back, her pride wounded for the first time.
Theresa, laughing, shoved Robin aside with a playful nudge. "Move over, rookie. This cock is too much for you," she said, her voice thick with lust, her red eyes gleaming. She knelt, her tits bouncing as she pulled down her bra, pink nipples erect, glistening in the light. Without preamble, she took Andy's cock into her mouth, an electric jolt coursing through her body, as if her tongue were charged with energy, vibrating against the glans, sucking with wild intensity. Her movements were chaotic, messy, but brimming with passion, one hand squeezing the balls hard, the other scratching the base, her nails leaving red marks.
Slurp! Slish! Gluck! Zzzt!
"Fuck!" Andy grunts, his eyes widening, his control crumbling for the first time.
Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! Splat!
In five seconds, his cock throbbed violently, and he ejaculated a massive load into Theresa's mouth, semen overflowing, dripping down her chin, splattering her face, tits, and the floor. Theresa pulled back, semen dripping from her lips, her face covered, red eyes shining with triumph. "He cums like a fountain; this semen is top-tier," she murmured, her voice low and distorted, licking her lips to savor the semen. This guy's a monster, with a libido as huge as mine. His lack of reaction to Robin turns me on perversely, she thought, her pussy soaked beneath her skirt.
"Look at this," Theresa said with a sly grin, wiping the semen from her lips. "Your cock's so potent it nearly dislocated my jaw. Your cum smells like pure masculinity and tastes so good it's worth every suck. The moment I caught that strong scent, my pussy got drenched instantly."
Nora, shocked, stared at the mess, her yellow eyes wild. "It's... too much," she stammered, her small frame trembling, her expressionless mask shattered by the sheer volume. Her gaze softened, composure returning as she leaned closer to Theresa. "So, Theresa, what's his Sperm Quality?"
Smiling Theresa, licking her lips, as semen drips as she responds. "Great Stud Supreme God" he says, his voice husky, looking at Robin, who watches with his unchanging expression, though inside he feels a pang of envy and defeat. "This fucker is a stud. Perfect for the brothel."
A man's semen is also a valuable commodity in the Murk Kingdom, where men suffer from low fertility and more women than men are usually born in the kingdom. As a result, semen is a highly valued commodity on the market, and its price may vary depending on its quality.
Low Quality: Great Stud.
High Quality: Great Stud King.
Very High Quality: Great Stud Supreme God.
"Well, you can go wash, Robin. Theresa and I will take care of the final examination," said Nora.
"It's ok." With those words, Robin opened the closed door and went out, not without looking at Andy for the last time.
"Well, Andy, it's time to finish the test. Theresa, please release him and take him to the bedroom," Nora ordered.
Theresa nodded and walked over to Andy, who remained naked, to untie the ropes that kept him suspended in the air. Carefully, she took his shoulders and walked together towards the mysterious door inside the room.
Nora announced the last test, "Final test: Sexual Stamina."