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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...!" Exclaimed the three maids at the same time, surprised. They had never in their lives seen such a large cock.
Andy couldn't help but smile when he saw their surprised faces. He knew by experience that when a woman saw his cock for the first time, she would first be frightened, then analyze it, and finally get so excited that she would be willing to have sex at any time, even on the street.
"Then what they want is sex," Andy thought. Like a light switch, in 0.2 seconds, he raised and hardened his cock. Now, even more surprised to see the erection, they noticed that the length and thickness of his cock were even larger.
"N-Nora, what rank do we give this cock?" asked Robin, her poker face gone, replaced by one of complete discomfort.
Returning to reality, Nora replied, "Huh?... Yes... the highest rank, the Dragon."
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.
Noting the penis rank on the paper, Nora continued with the next test, "Second test, Sperm Quality." Robin kneels in front of Andy, her face expressionless, dull green eyes fixed on his huge cock his veiny girth cast a huge penis-shaped shadow over her face. In one slow motion, she pulls down her bra, letting her huge tits bounce free, the soft, warm flesh glistening in the torchlight, the pink nipples erect, hard as pebbles. Without preamble, she grabs Andy's cock, now fully erect from involuntary stimulation, and begins to suck it, her tongue moving with inhuman dexterity, tracing precise spirals around the glans, licking the base with quick, calculated movements, as if she had memorized every technique in a manual.
Gulp! Gulp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Mmmh!" Andy growls, his teeth clenched, his body straining against the ropes, but his face remains defiant, green eyes narrowed. She's good... but I've had better. Robin's technique is flawless, her tongue like a machine, swirling, sucking, exploring every inch with impeccable precision, but it lacks passion, soul, as if she's running a program rather than seducing. Inside, Robin remains confident: I've broken hundreds of men. This one will be no different. I just need to find his weak spot.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Robin intensifies, one hand sliding down to caress Andy's huge balls, massaging them with cool fingers, the movements gentle but firm, trying to provoke a reaction. Saliva drips from her mouth, splattering her tits, the droplets glistening on her skin like pearls. He changes tactics, wrapping his cock around her tits, squeezing them hard for a titfuck, the soft, warm flesh enveloping the length, the warmth of her skin contrasting with the chill in the air. Her tongue doesn't hold back, licking the glans in quick circles, the tip brushing against the opening, tasting the precum beginning to form. The wet sound fills the room, a chorus of suction and flesh echoing off the stone walls.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap! "Mmmh…"
Andy remains impassive, his cock hard as steel but with no sign of climax, his breathing controlled along with a smile, almost mocking. Robin, after several minutes, feels a first spark of doubt, though his face remains unchanged. Why can't I make this men cum? Is a Dragon-rank cock so different?. His mind analyzes, but his body follows, mechanical, relentless.
He decides to try a new technique, one he reserves for hard cases. She leans closer, ramming her cock all the way down his throat, her nose brushing against Andy's pubis, her throat vibrating with each thrust, saliva cascading down, splattering her tits and the floor, forming a puddle beneath her. The speed is abnormal, almost inhuman, her head moving like a piston, the sucking sound resonating like a drum.
Gluck! Gluck! Slish! Splosh! Slurp!
The room fills with the obscene sounds, Robin's tits bouncing with every movement, saliva dripping down her chin, staining the crumpled bra at her feet. Theresa, leaning against the wall, laughs softly, touching a nipple above her bra, while Nora watches, her yellow eyes narrowed, thinking that cock reminds her of someone I looked at Andy's paper with his name on it and a memory came to mind. As Robin alternates between deep throats and quick licks, his tongue tracing complex patterns, pressing sensitive spots, exploring every vein in the cock with surgical precision. One hand massages the balls, the other lightly scratching the base, looking for any reaction.
Slish! Slosh! Splosh! Gluck!
After ten minutes, Andy is still not giving in, his cock throbbing but far from climax, his mind focused on maintaining control. This is nothing. I've had whores begging me for more. This bitch is nobody, he thinks, her arrogance holding him even in his vulnerability. Robin, for the first time, feels genuine frustration, a crack in her confidence. I've tried everything. Titfuck, deep throat, pressure on the balls...nothing works! What the hell is this guy? Her face remains expressionless, but her movements become more aggressive, almost desperate, saliva splattering her tits, the floor beneath her a mess of fluids.
She tries one last tactic, combining everything she knows. She pulls the cock out of her mouth, a trickle of saliva connecting her lips to the glans, and wraps her tits around it again, squeezing harder, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. Her tongue licks the glans in frantic motions, alternating between circles, quick sucks and deep sucks, while one hand massages the balls, the other scratching the base, her nails leaving red marks. Saliva and sweat mingle, her tits glistening, the floor a pool of fluids. She tilts her head, licking from base to tip in one long, slow motion, then sucks the glans hard, vibrating her throat, trying to force a climax.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap! Slurp! Slurp!
Fifteen minutes pass, and Robin, for the first time in her career, feels a silent fury. If I don't get this man to cum I will disappoint Madam Roxanne. Her mind screams, her confidence shattered, though her face remains motionless, dull green eyes fixed on the cock, as if he can force her to surrender with sheer will. Her tits are covered in saliva, her bra soaked, her breathing slightly agitated, a subtle sign of her frustration. Andy, though he feels the pleasure, relegates it to the back of his mind, comparing her to his conquests. She's not even in my top 20. What a waste of tits, he thinks, her breathing barely quickened, his cock hard but controlled.
Nora, tired of waiting for the late hours, snaps her fingers. "Stop it, Robin. You're wasting your time not ready to tame a cock," she says, her tone cutting. Robin stops, his cock popping out of his mouth with a wet Pop, a trickle of saliva falling to her tits. She stands, 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 thinks, recoiling, her pride wounded for the first time.
Theresa, laughing, pushes Robin away with a playful shove. "Get off me, rookie. This cock is too much for you," she says, her voice heavy with lust, her red eyes flashing. She kneels, her tits bouncing as she pulls down her bra, pink nipples erect, glistening in the light. Without preamble, she takes Andy's cock into her mouth, and an electric current runs through her body, as if her tongue is charged with energy, vibrating against the glans, sucking with wild intensity. His movements are chaotic, messy, but full of passion, one hand squeezing the balls hard, the other scratching the base, his fingernails leaving red marks.
Slurp! Slish! Gluck! Zzzt!
"Fuck!" Andy grunts, his eyes widening, his control crumbling for the first time.
Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! Splat!
Within five seconds, his cock throbs violently, and he ejaculates a massive load into Theresa's mouth, semen overflowing, dripping down her chin, splattering her face, tits, and the floor.
Theresa withdraws her mouth, semen dripping from her lips, her face covered, red eyes shining with triumph. Her red eyes glistening with wicked excitement. "He cums like a fountain, this cum is high quality," she murmured, her voice low and distorted. She licked her lips savoring the semen, realizing that Andy is monstrous with enormous libido like her, his lack of reaction to Robin's blowjob, as if his monstrous cock was not satisfied, perversely excited her.
"Look at this," Theresa said with a sly grin, wiping the remnants of his semen from her lips. "Your cock is so potent, it nearly dislocated my jaw. Your cum it smells like pure masculinity and tastes so good, it's worth every suck. The moment I catch that strong scent, my pussy just can't help but get drenched."
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."