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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: 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 voice cold but her yellow eyes burning with curiosity. She crossed her arms, her tits swelling against her corset, nipples hardening visibly through the fabric. Robin knelt before Andy, her dull green eyes locked on his cock, its veins throbbing, the heavy balls swaying enticingly. I must do this for Madam Roxanne. I can't fail her, she thought, her breath hitching as she tore off her corset with a savage rip. Her massive breasts spilled free, bouncing heavily, their soft, pale skin gleaming, her pink inverted nipples stiffening in the cool air.
Andy's cock pulsed harder, the veins swelling, the tip leaking more precum as Robin's tits jiggled before him. Fuck, it's massive, Robin thought, her hand trembling as she grasped the base, her fingers barely encircling its girth. Her warm breath teased the tip, sending a shiver through Andy's body. Without breaking eye contact, she parted her full lips and enveloped the head, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling over the sensitive glans, tasting the salty precum. "Ughh…!" Andy groaned, his teeth gritted, his body straining against the ropes as waves of pleasure surged through him.
Slurp! Slurp! Gluck! Slish!
The room filled with wet, obscene sounds as Robin's mouth worked his shaft with mechanical precision, her tongue tracing every vein, circling the head in tight spirals, licking the base with expert flicks. She's good, but I've had better, Andy thought, his arrogance unshaken. I've broken hundreds of sluts. She's just another.
Robin, determined to prove her worth, thought, I've tamed countless men. This Dragon will bend. Her hand slid to his heavy balls, kneading them with cool, firm fingers, while saliva dripped from her lips, coating her tits in glistening trails.
Slosh! Slurp! Gluck!
Robin escalated her assault, wrapping her massive tits around his cock, squeezing them tightly, the warm, pillowy flesh engulfing his length, the heat searing against his skin. Her tongue lashed the glans in frenzied circles, teasing the slit, savoring every drop of precum. The wet sounds grew louder—Fwap! Fwap! Plap! Slish!—her breasts bouncing with each thrust, saliva splattering her chest, pooling on the floor. Theresa, watching, pinched her own nipple through her bra, her pussy dripping beneath her skirt. Nora's yellow eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition crossing her face as she glanced at Andy's name on the parchment.
Robin shifted tactics, taking the cock deep into her throat, her nose brushing Andy's pubis, her throat vibrating with each thrust. Saliva poured from her mouth, soaking her tits and the floor, forming a slick puddle. Gluck! Gluck! Slish! Splosh! She alternated between deep throating and rapid licks, her tongue dancing over sensitive spots, her nails grazing the base, seeking any crack in Andy's control. Her tits, slick with spit, bounced wildly, her bra a crumpled heap beneath her.
After ten minutes, Andy's cock throbbed but refused to yield, his breathing steady, his smirk mocking. This bitch is nothing compared to my conquests, he thought. Robin's confidence wavered, a spark of doubt igniting. Why won't he cum? Is a Dragon rank this untamable? She grew more aggressive, her mouth working furiously, saliva splattering everywhere, her tits glistening with sweat and spit. She tried a final, desperate move: pulling the cock from her throat with a wet Pop!, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lips to the glans. She wrapped her tits around it again, squeezing harder, the pressure intense, and sucked the head with violent intensity, her tongue swirling, her throat vibrating, one hand kneading his balls, the other scratching the base, leaving red welts.
Gluck! Gluck! Slish! Splosh! Slurp!
Fifteen minutes passed, and Robin's silent fury boiled over. If I can't make him cum, I'll fail Madam Roxanne, she thought, her pride crumbling, though her face remained a mask of control. Her tits were soaked, her breathing ragged, her frustration betraying her in subtle gasps. Andy, feeling the pleasure but shoving it aside, thought, Not even in my top twenty. What a waste of those fat tits.
Nora snapped her fingers, her voice sharp. "Stop, Robin. You're not skilled enough for that Dragon cock," she said, her tone laced with disdain. Robin froze, the cock slipping from her mouth with a loud Pop!, saliva dripping onto her tits. She stood, adjusting her bra, her green eyes burning with suppressed rage, her pride shattered for the first time. I've never failed like this… she thought, stepping back, her soaked corset clinging to her skin.
Theresa laughed, shoving Robin aside with a playful thrust of her hip. "Step aside, rookie. This cock needs a real woman," she purred, her red eyes blazing with lust. She knelt, ripping her bra off, her full, heavy tits bouncing free, pink nipples erect and glistening. Without hesitation, she engulfed Andy's cock, her tongue vibrating with electric intensity, sucking with wild, primal hunger. Her movements were chaotic, sloppy, but dripping with raw passion, one hand squeezing his balls with bruising force, the other raking nails across the base, leaving angry red marks.
Slurp! Slish! Gluck! Zzzt!
"Fuck!" Andy grunted, his eyes widening, his control shattering as a jolt of pleasure ripped through him.
Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! Splat!
In mere seconds, his cock erupted, a torrent of thick, hot semen flooding Theresa's mouth, overflowing down her chin, splattering her face, tits, and the floor in creamy ropes. She pulled back, cum dripping from her lips, her red eyes glowing with triumph. "This stud cums like a fucking geyser," she growled, licking the semen from her lips, savoring its musky taste. This monster's libido matches mine. His resistance to Robin makes me so fucking wet, she thought, her pussy throbbing beneath her skirt.
"Look at this," Theresa purred, wiping cum from her chin, her voice thick with lust. "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, stunned, stared at the cum-soaked chaos, her yellow eyes wide with shock. "It's… obscene," she stammered, her small frame trembling, her composure crumbling. She leaned closer to Theresa, her massive tits heaving. "So, Theresa, what's his Sperm Quality?"
Theresa, still licking cum from her lips, smirked. "Great Stud Supreme God," she rasped, her voice dripping with arousal, glancing at Robin, who stood impassive but seething with envy. "This fucker's a breeding god. Perfect for the brothel."
In the Murk Kingdom, where male fertility was scarce, semen was a prized commodity, ranked by quality:
Low Quality: Great Stud.
High Quality: Great Stud King.
Very High Quality: Great Stud Supreme God.
Andy's cum was the rarest, a treasure for the kingdom's desperate need.
"Well, Robin, go clean yourself up. Theresa and I will handle the final test," Nora ordered, her voice steady but her eyes lingering on Andy's still-hard cock.
"Fine," Robin muttered, her voice cold but her eyes burning with humiliation. She shot Andy a final glare before unlocking the side door and exiting, her soaked bra clinging to her chest.
"Now, Mr.Alien," Nora said, her tone clinical yet laced with desire, "time for the final test: Sexual Stamina."
Theresa nodded, her tits bouncing as she approached Andy, still naked and glistening with sweat and cum. She untied the ropes, her fingers grazing his wrists teasingly, and guided him by the shoulders toward the mysterious door, her hips swaying with promise as they stepped into the unknown.
Nora announced the last test, "Final test: Sexual Stamina."