Chapter 9 Wall-Butt 3P*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Pressing the Chest-Down Exposure¹ button triggered the same mechanism as yesterday: the wall facing the bed illuminated, and a female form, bared from the chest down, materialized through the surface. Today’s summon appeared to be a brown-skinned succubus, her posture already fixed in a ‘standing back’ invitation as she thrust her rear toward the room.
I glanced toward the Magic Crystal², but the succubus’s face had yet to manifest on the interface. Come to think of it, when I brought out that second loli yesterday, her display hadn’t been instantaneous either.
”Hm? Wait a second…” I muttered.
A sudden hunch took hold. I let my thoughts wander as I scanned the course list for Wall-Butt Succubus³.
Surely, there was a specific reason the girl’s face didn’t appear immediately.
I scrutinized the cautionary notes again, but nothing explicitly forbade summoning more than one individual at a time.
Acting on my intuition, I tapped the Chest-Down Exposure option once more.
In an instant, the wall adjacent to the brown-skinned succubus shimmered, and a second succubus—this one with skin as white as snow—emerged beside her.
”Bingo!” I whispered, giving a mental fist-pump as my prediction hit the mark.
To think a hidden menu like this was tucked away in the system.
A faint smile tugged at my mouth as I compared the aesthetics of the white succubus and the brown-skinned one.
Shortly thereafter, the Magic Crystal screen transitioned, presenting the faces of the two succubi side-by-side on a split display.
One was the pink-haired, cute-type succubus who looked like a mischievous little brat—the same one who had serviced me first yesterday.
The other was a mature beauty with white hair and a distinctive beauty mark beneath her eye, radiating a sophisticated, adult aura.
Two distinct archetypes, and two sets of rears lined up against the wall.
The white succubus possessed a massive backside as per usual, whereas the brown-skinned one’s wasn’t quite as voluminous. Nevertheless, its shape was exceptionally aesthetic.
Furthermore, her breasts—large enough to be visible even from between her legs—were easily a match for the white succubus’s own bounty.
”Well then, I suppose it’s time to see how they compare,” I said to myself.
It had been quite a while since my last 3P; not since my tenure with the drug cartel.
Though the positions were restricted by the wall, with bodies of this caliber, the experience promised to be more than satisfactory.
I discarded my underwear and approached the cute succubus who had returned for a second day. Perhaps she sensed my proximity, as her nectar was already weeping from her slit.
Foreplay would be a redundant gesture. I decided to utilize her as an onahole to my heart’s content.
I traced a hand over her soft, oversized rear. Her flesh gave a sudden, sharp twitch, and the wings on her back flared open with a swish. That reaction ignited my sadistic impulses; I delivered a resonant slap to her backside. Whack! I had already confirmed her masochistic tendencies yesterday. After all, she was the type of perverted succubus who climaxed while having her rear entrance toyed with.
Predictably, the nectar dripping from her petals surged in volume. Unable to contain herself, she began swaying her hips from side to side in an inviting rhythm.
Satisfied by her silent pleading, I pressed my flared, engorged tip against her slit, parting the petals and burying myself deep within her in a single, fluid motion.
At that moment, her toes—encased in long boots—tensed until they were perfectly straight, and her rear lifted in response.
”Behave yourself,” the protagonist said.
Slap!
Sensing her restlessness might impede the rhythm, I struck her rear with force. Her internal walls clamped down around me in a tight embrace, and her tensed toes finally relaxed. Then, as if desperate for more, she began swinging her hips again, urging me to increase the pace.
”Alright, alright,” I muttered, a wry smile crossing my face.
Amused by her sheer lewdness, I secured my grip on both sides of her waist and began driving into her with intense, rhythmic thrusts.
Thump, thump, thump!
As before, the countless ridges of her flesh stimulated my rod with such intensity that I felt as though my very strength might fail. However, this was a pussy I had experienced thoroughly just the day before. I wouldn’t succumb so easily.
I leaned over her as I maintained my pace, savoring the sensation of her large, resilient breasts.
Though the posture slowed my movement, pinching her nipples caused her internal walls to constrict, delivering even greater stimulation to my rod.
After enjoying the tightness, I straightened my posture and gripped her rear firmly while continuing to hammer into her.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that I knew I was reaching a dangerous threshold. I decelerated slightly and extended my right hand toward the brown-skinned succubus next to her, stroking her rear.
The brown-skinned girl responded by slowly oscillating her hips, eventually wrapping her tail around my arm.
Guided by the pull of her tail, I moved my hand further until I reached her most private regions.
It seemed she was eager for my touch.
To satisfy her request, I kept up the rhythm with the first girl while stretching my arm toward the brown-skinned succubus’s secret place.
She was already slick. I couldn’t be certain what the other side of the wall looked like, but it was possible they were standing side-by-side with their upper bodies exposed. If that were the case, witnessing her colleague’s pleasure from such a short distance would be more than she could bear.
I gently caressed her petals, focusing my stimulation on the clitoris hidden beneath its hood.
The brown succubus’s rear gave a sudden jolt, and she began to softly stroke my arm with her tail, as if offering a wordless ‘well done.’
She felt like a mature woman guiding a novice through the intricacies of sex.
I let out a soft, wry laugh, recalling the time I lost my virginity to a middle-aged woman at the training facility where the veteran soldiers had taken me.
Then, perhaps sensing that my attention was divided or feeling dissatisfied with the decrease in speed, the white succubus curled her tail around my rear and began pushing me forward with insistent pressure.
”Demanding more while the customer is still enjoying the show? Your education is severely lacking,” the protagonist said.
I halted my thrusts. Keeping my right hand busy with the brown succubus’s clitoris, I released the white succubus’s waist with my left hand and delivered a series of sharp, stinging slaps to her rear.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The sound of skin striking skin reverberated through the narrow, stone-cell-like chamber.
Looking down, I saw that my strikes had left several crimson handprints, and half of her backside was flushed a deep red. Yet, with every blow, her vaginal walls tightened convulsively, and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
”Did you actually come? It’s hardly an effective punishment if it just makes you climax, is it?” I mused.
With that thought, I slid my fingers into the brown succubus’s canal, which was now more than sufficiently lubricated.
Her rear began to writhe in a serpentine, suggestive motion.
Evidently, she was enjoying the sensation.
I continued the finger-play while preparing to move my rod over to her, intent on comparing how the two of them felt.
Just then, the white succubus, having recovered from her tremors, began to stroke my rear with her tail in a fawning, apologetic manner.
Hmph. It seemed she had reflected on her behavior.
Relenting, I gripped her hips with my left hand and resumed my assault.
The nectar, now flowing like a flood following her climax, was churned by my tip, producing a squelch, squelch sound that culminated in a puddle at our feet.
Meanwhile, I already had three fingers sliding in and out of the brown succubus.
The sight filled me with a profound sense of conquest, and the tempo of my hands and hips accelerated toward the inevitable.
Finally, I reached the breaking point.
”I’m going to let it out!” I growled.
Simultaneously, I intensified my movements, slamming into the white succubus’s swollen, reddened rear with violent force.
Watching her flesh deform under the impact of every strike, I reached my peak and drove my rod deep into her depths.
”Ugh, here it comes!” the protagonist shouted.
Spray! Spray!
I ejaculated with force, deep into her womb.
Thump, thump. Despite the amount I had released yesterday, a massive volume of seed surged forth. With every pulse, the fleshy ridges inside her squirmed, milking me from the base as if trying to pull every last drop deeper inside.
The pleasure was so absolute that my legs threatened to give way; I barely maintained my footing.
I slowly withdrew from that premium pussy and gently stroked the white succubus’s rear, which was now red and swollen from my discipline.
Each time I touched the inflamed skin, she gave a slight twitch and entwined her tail around my arm. The gesture felt as though she were telling me it was alright because of how good it had felt.
I gave a wry smile at how expressive they were despite their silence. Just then, I felt something coil around my right hand, which had remained motionless inside the brown succubus.
I looked over to see her tail guiding my arm back and forth, as if asking, “How long are you going to stay in your ‘sage mode’? Hurry up and get moving.” My fingers, still buried within her, moved in perfect sync with her tail’s guidance.
”Haha, I guess I’m being scolded by the big sister,” I laughed.
Under normal circumstances, a woman would wait for her partner to recover. But as expected of a succubus, her desire to feel good took immediate priority. And here I am, the customer.
Well, no matter. I’ve always been fond of women who are greedy for pleasure. This is a 3P, after all; I intend to enjoy this to the absolute limit today.
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Summary:
The protagonist summons two succubi at once using a hidden multi-summon setting. He alternates between intense sexual punishment of the first masochistic succubus and manual stimulation of the second, more dominant one. The chapter concludes with a powerful climax inside the first succubus, while the second succubus demands her turn without delay.
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Character Insight:
The protagonist’s internal monologue reveals a past of hardened experiences, yet he remains deeply susceptible to the hyper-sexual nature of the succubi. The contrast between the two girls—one thriving on pain and the other directing the flow with her tail—highlights the diverse ‘services’ offered by the dungeon’s inhabitants.
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Behind the Scene:
The author is exploring the ‘Wall-Butt’ (Kabekaji) trope, focusing on the sensory limitations and psychological impact of being unable to see the partner’s full body initially.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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