The NPC sets out to defeat the demon king-Chapter 23

Cecilia had always remembered the words of the older women from the village—lessons carved deep into her memory like secrets passed down from one generation to the next.

"You've got great assets, Cecilia," one of them had said, her tone laced with knowing mischief as she eyed Cecilia's chest with an approving nod. "If you use them right, you might just wrap the man of your dreams around your finger."

"R-Really...?" Cecilia had murmured, her voice small, cheeks flushing with uncertainty and a touch of curiosity.

These sorts of comments were common, especially during their routine gatherings by the riverbank to wash laundry.

The murmur of flowing water mixed with gossip and laughter as they beat clothes against smooth stones.

And yet, despite the seemingly mundane activity, Cecilia always stood out.

Not just because of her youthful beauty—but because of them.

Whenever she knelt by the water to wash her clothes, it wasn't just the women who took notice.

Men came to wash, too—or at least, pretended to.

In truth, many of them loitered just to sneak glances at her.

At that time, Cecilia hadn't yet been granted the blessing of the Swordmaster.

She didn't have the strength or presence she'd later gain.

She was vulnerable, and the gazes of those men made that painfully clear.

Hungry eyes followed her every movement.

Desire filled the air around her like thick smoke.

And why wouldn't it?

Her breasts were enormous—so heavy and full that even the gentlest motion sent them swaying, jiggling and bouncing.

The soft slap of flesh under her shirt was like a siren's call, capturing the attention of anyone within view.

"It's really something," one woman had said, half laughing, half stunned. "Where the hell did you inherit those monsters?"

"That's a blessing, not a burden," another chimed in proudly. "With a pair like that, Cecilia could seduce any guy she wants with a single bounce!"

"Cecilia, sweetie," another woman leaned in, voice low and teasing, "if you really want to win the man you love, use your upper lips. And if that's not enough, trap him with your lower ones."

"Hey, that's a bit much!" one of them laughed, only to follow up with a shrug. "But honestly? I did the same. Worked like a charm—now I've got a husband who worships the ground I walk on."

"With tits like hers, she doesn't even need to try hard," someone else added, snorting. "Just smother the poor guy. Game over."

"S-Smother...?" Cecilia had echoed, blinking in surprise.

"Like this," one of the women said, cupping her breasts and mimicking the motion. "You squeeze them together tight while his dick is between them. Press hard. He won't even remember his own name."

"Ehh~..."

"With your size, girl, you could swallow a whole damn cock between those tits. All you need is a little wetness—saliva works fine. Just gather some on your tongue, let it dribble down the valley of your breasts, and when it's nice and slick, squeeze him in there tight. Use both hands, and just slide them up and down. Trust me, he'll go insane."

That day had been intense—a very graphic, very hands-on crash course in paizuri.

Right by the river.

Surrounded by gossiping women and half-washed linens.

And now...

Now, she was about to put everything she learned into practice.

Gulp...

She swallowed nervously, her throat tightening as she stared at the thick, veiny shaft right in front of her.

It stood proudly erect, pulsing with heat and need, casting a long shadow over her face as if declaring dominance.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized just how huge it was up close.

'W-W-Waaa~! T-This is so big...!'

That was all her mind could register.

Her cheeks burned, her heart pounded against her ribs like a drum of war, and her fingers trembled with a mix of fear, excitement... and the heavy pressure of expectations from everything those women had taught her. ƒreewebɳovel.com

And then—

"Hey! Cecilia! What the hell are you doing?! Pull the pants back on, now!" Sirius yelled, his voice cracking with panic.

"A-A...! S-Sirius, you can't! I'm going to...!"

Cecilia's voice trembled as she stood up straight for a moment—and then...

Boingggggggg~

"Wha...!?"

"Huh!?"

Both the goddess and Sirius gasped at once, their eyes wide in disbelief as they watched Cecilia.

Because right in front of them, without any warning... she had lifted her shirt.

And with that bold, fluid motion—her breasts were exposed.

Those massive, creamy orbs burst free from their fabric prison, jiggling violently with a life of their own.

They bounced, not just once, but seven full, heavy times with each bounce marked by a fleshy, jarring boing that seemed to defy gravity.

Even after they settled, they kept trembling subtly... as if they refused to calm down.

They were enormous.

And even as the soft tremors ran through them, both Sirius and the goddess could only gape silently, their thoughts utterly derailed.

What was she planning to do?

Cecilia's cheeks flushed with fierce determination, her eyes focused. "I know I can't win in terms of beauty against Lady Goddess," she declared, voice strong and passionate, "so I won't lose in something that I definitely have the upper hand in! I'll win you over with this!"

And the moment those words left her lips—

Sirius's cock was suddenly enveloped in a warm, impossibly soft pair of breasts.

"Urk...!"

His entire body jerked.

The warm, overwhelming softness made him grit his teeth on instinct.

It felt like he had just been trapped inside clouds. No—even better than clouds. He was surrounded on all sides by cushiony heaven.

He couldn't help but clench his teeth, overwhelmed.

"W-W-What are you doing, Cecilia?!" the goddess cried out in utter shock, unable to believe what she was witnessing.

Right now, Cecilia had completely trapped Sirius's cock between her massive breasts, pressing them together to hold him in place.

"I'm going to win," she said again, her tone steady and full of conviction.

Then she drew in a breath, puffing out her cheeks as she gathered a large pool of saliva in her mouth.

Once it was thick and ready, she extended her tongue, letting it hang out lewdly—glistening with all the wetness she'd built up.

With one slow, intentional motion, she tilted her head and let the thick strand of saliva fall—dripping right between the deep valley of her breasts, coating the sensitive skin and wetting the spot where Sirius's cock was nestled.

The tip of his cock peeked out between the squished flesh, shiny and twitching.

Once she'd sufficiently soaked the area, she met his eyes—and began.

Her breasts moved.

Up.

Down.

Up again.

Sliding along the length of his shaft with slick, smothering pressure.

W-What is this...? Sirius could barely register what was happening. The pleasure that exploded through his nerves made his mind go blank.

This wasn't anything like masturbation.

Not even close.

Her tits weren't just soft—they were unworldly.

They were beyond human comprehension.

It felt like his cock was being worshipped by divine pillows, each movement pushing him closer to insanity.

He couldn't focus.

His thoughts scattered.

His breathing quickened.

Just having his dick squeezed and stroked between her huge, jiggling tits was enough to knock the wind out of him.

And she wasn't done.

She adjusted the angle, squeezed tighter, and began increasing her pace with her breasts clapping with a fleshy rhythm that echoed faintly through the air.

His toes curled involuntarily.

'No... What the hell is this...? It's too soft... I can't... even think straight...'

The friction—the heat—the pressure—it was all too much.

His hips bucked slightly, seeking more without even realizing it.

He could feel the orgasm rising, boiling inside him like a storm.

'Ah... Fuck, I'm about to cum!'

Cecilia could feel it, too—

His cock twitching violently between her breasts, the telltale sign of climax coming fast.

She remembered what the older women in her village once said.

When that moment comes, say it like this—

"Huff♥, huff♥... You're about to cum, aren't you...? Twitching like this... You don't need to hold back♥... Hnnn♥~"

The way she said it—so breathy and so seductively—completely broke his resistance.

Splatttttttttt

"Ohhh♥!"

With a powerful pulse, his cock erupted.

Hot white cum spurted out from the tip, splashing across Cecilia's beautiful face.

More followed—thick, gooey ropes of sperm filling the deep crevice between her breasts, coating her skin in warmth.

The creamy liquid oozed down, dripping slowly between her tits, seeping into every inch of cleavage.

He had completely exploded.

And all of it was captured... right there, in her soft, bouncing chest.

Cecilia gently scooped up a thick glob of sperm with her fingertip, lifting it with curiosity. Without hesitation, she brought it to her lips and softly slipped it into her mouth.

The moment it touched her tongue, her brows slightly furrowed.

It was bitter.

But she didn't spit it out. No—she knew better.

The older women back in her village had told her before—guys liked it when a woman tasted their sperm. It turned them on. It fed their ego. Gave them the illusion of conquest.

But in reality?

They had no idea they were the ones being conquered.

"Fufufu~ You know we're not done yet, right, Sirius♥?" she said teasingly, her voice sweet and citrusy, laced with heat and confidence.

With that, she once again pressed her slick breasts around his cock—this time with even more intensity—and started bouncing them up and down, faster and harder, letting the remaining cum coat the insides of her cleavage.

"Ugh...! Ah—C-Cecilia, wait! It's sensitive!"

His voice trembled, but it wasn't just sensitivity.

The sperm made everything so slippery that the friction had turned into something godlike.

The slippery, wet glide of her tits against his cock made him convulse.

It was too much.

Off to the side, the goddess watched everything unfold in stunned silence.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Cecilia shamelessly giving Sirius a boobjob, his cock twitching between her tits, covered in cum—right in front of her.

But then...

She felt it.

A strange pang deep in her chest.

Something stirred.

"W-Wait!"

Her voice came out louder than she intended.

Cecilia paused, stopping her movements, and turned to look at the goddess.

Sirius looked up at her too, blinking through his haze of pleasure.

The goddess stared back at them—her eyes intense, her face slightly red.

Then, slowly, her hands moved.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, pulled it up over her chest, then over her head—tossing it to the side.

Next, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it slide down her arms until it fell to the floor.

Her bare breasts bounced out, proud and full, her nipples perked with heat.

Now topless, she stood tall.

"I'm going to join too."

Without hesitation, she moved in between Sirius's legs, positioning herself beside Cecilia.

Cecilia blinked, then smirked slightly. "Alright. With this... maybe we'll finally see who the real winner is."

She shuffled over and gave the goddess some space.

The goddess leaned forward, then pressed her breasts firmly around Sirius's cock—joining Cecilia in sandwiching him between two warm, soft sets of tits.

He was now completely trapped—buried between two heavenly pairs of breasts.

He looked down, dazed, his head swimming in sensation and disbelief.

Both women looked up at him, their cheeks flushed, their eyes sparkling.

Their expressions were unmistakable.

Well? How does it feel?

Then they spoke in unison.

"Well, Sirius..."

"Which breasts feel better?"

Sirius had no idea if tomorrow would be the day he died.

But if it was—

This might just be the perfect way to go.