A lot has happened since then.
Spider No. 2 was finally let outside. I gained a new ally named Abigail. I caused a ruckus at an all-girls school. I went on a long-awaited expedition. I lost the girl with the wild hair. I brought Abigail to my base. What happened there. What's to come.
With all these thoughts in mind, I had the girl give me a blowjob twice.
It had been a while since I last visited the solitary cell. The girl's fellatio was still unparalleled. Every time my semen surged through my ejaculatory duct, the sensation was so intense my hips felt like they'd give out.
As I was about to reach my third climax, I felt a subtle crunch at the tip of my glans.
I looked down.
The girl had her teeth on me.
This was unusual. She's a professional—she wouldn't make such an amateur mistake. This was deliberate.
Still gripping me in her mouth, she looked up at me, unmoving.
She seemed annoyed. What's wrong? Was it because it's been a while since the last time? Was she lonely?
She kept staring up at me with a sullen look, still holding me in her mouth. Apparently, it wasn't that.
As I puzzled over her behavior, she pulled away with a *phew*…, tightly gripping the base of my shaft.
There's no doubt—she's angry. But why?
My shaft was squeezed tightly. Cute, but confusing.
…Could it be she didn't like how close I've been with Abigail?
Abigail is beautiful, and I've come to rely on her. But she's just an ally. Once our goal is achieved, that's it. It's not like the deep bond I share with the girl, rooted in the depths of our souls.
Besides, I hate humans, and Abigail is one. Sorry for the misunderstanding. Now, please let me finish.
Unable to bear it any longer, I moved my hips slightly, thrusting myself in her grip. But she let go, refusing to let me continue.
*Hmph.*
She turned her head away. My pathetic, flaccid member dangled helplessly before her.
Uh-oh… she's *really* mad…
She remained still, refusing to meet my gaze.
Tentatively, I extended my tongue to lick her cheek.
But she turned her head further away, *pfft*.
Unable to speak, I had no choice but to plead for forgiveness by frantically licking her face. *Lick, lick.*
After a while, she finally softened, gently caressing my dark, rough tongue with hers—*lero… lero… chuchu*.
A tender smile spread across her face. I'm forgiven, it seems.
Her cute, glistening tongue rubbed against mine repeatedly. She nibbled the sides, lapped at the tip—clearly enjoying herself.
Tongues are sensitive. Her playful mouth made me tingle with pleasure. The sides of my tongue—a new sensation. Her novel service excited me.
Your tongue's great, but my shaft's in dire need of attention. I'm on the brink of snapping.
Finally, she released my tongue and took my throbbing member into her mouth in one swift motion. Relief washed over me as her warm, slick mucous membranes enveloped me.
Just then, I heard footsteps—*clack, clack*—from beyond the cell door.
The girl pulled away, switching to my favorite facial.
Beyond my crimson, throbbing shaft, her face hovered, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her lips, tongue, and hands worked in perfect harmony, driving my excitement to its peak.
As my vision blurred with the ecstasy of climax, two young girls appeared at the cell door.
*Splatter*—my ejaculate landed at their feet.
One was Ferris.
The other… a brunette.
Ferris's eyes widened, her vertical pupils contracting as she froze.
No wonder. The girl was drenched in my semen, her entire body slick and glistening. I was naked, bound, and erect, still spurting vigorously. White arcs flew over the girl's head—a rather graphic sight for young girls.
The brunette, however, merely raised an eyebrow, unfazed, staring openly.
As I basked in the aftermath of my climax, the brunette approached the girl.
She folded her hands behind her back, speaking casually to the girl, seemingly oblivious to me.
The girl responded, and the two began conversing in a language I didn't understand.
All the while, the girl continued stroking my spent member, leaving me to endure her casual handiwork.
The lewd sounds of slick fluids and semen splattering on the floor filled the cell, yet the two chatted on, oblivious. This neglect… oddly addictive. *Twitch, twitch.*
Ferris remained frozen, her face bright red, but her eyes never wavered.
Finally spent, I exhaled deeply.
The girl finished her conversation with the brunette and returned to clean me up.
What just happened?
Confused, I glanced toward the door.
There, the brunette dragged Ferris into the cell, pressing her against the nearby wall.
What's going on? I'm completely lost.
Ignoring my confusion, the brunette leaned into Ferris, nuzzling her neck. *Squirm… squirm…*—her hands slipped beneath Ferris's clothes.
This sudden interaction left me even more bewildered.
Is this… bullying again?
Ferris's position in her all-girls school's hierarchy is closer to that of a victim. Not because she's weak, but because those around her are too strong and aggressive. From what I've seen, Ferris is a sensible girl.
I first met Ferris because an elf girl was bullying her. Is the brunette teasing her directly today? I studied Ferris's expression.
Ferris's cheeks flushed as she murmured something, but she showed no resistance.
Come to think of it, the brunette and Ferris seemed close.
Still, Ferris didn't seem to welcome the advances, her expression tense, as if enduring something.
If she's uncomfortable, should I intervene? If I shouted, the brunette would stop.
But Ferris's expression was ambiguous—not hating it, but not enjoying it either.
What's happening…?
For now, I'll watch the girl.
She was soothing my unruly member with her ample breasts.
My thick, crimson glans peeked out from her cleavage as she cooed, *There, there.* Her long tongue slithered out, slicking the tip. Just watching her paizuri calmed me.
Reassured, I turned back to Ferris and the brunette.
The situation had escalated. Ferris's mouth was already sealed, the brunette's knee pressed between her thighs.
Ferris's eyes were tightly shut, but she didn't resist. Her lips parted slightly, passively accepting the brunette's tongue.