chapter 261: Efficient Egg Factory (2)
"It took you two days to set this up? Must've been tough."
"Ah... yes. I suppose so."
If you looked closely, the pillars were unevenly spaced and the planks didn't fit quite right, but since the harpies, exposing only their lower bodies, stayed docile and didn't resist, the restraints seemed to be working fine.
"If anyone feels uncomfortable about this, please feel free to wait outside."
"Hmm..."
The other guys looked a bit awkward too, but since no one turned away or got angry, it looked like none of them planned to object.
"So why did you tie them up like this?"
"Ah, well, last time one of you knights put in some effort and tried doing it like back home—mounting them from above—but it took too long. Fathers or brothers usually finish one harpy in about 2 minutes, but the knight took over 30 minutes."
That made the others look at me like, "You selfish bastard, hogging all the fun by yourself?"
"So the efficiency was too low. Instead of relying on the knights just because of their high fertilization rate, I thought about getting help from regular folks. But people in the capital don't like planting seeds in harpies, so I asked them to just donate semen instead for artificial insemination. Still, the price of semen was oddly high near the capital."
I knew the reason for that—semen was a component in making homunculi, and Frederica's homunculus workshop bought it in bulk.
In fact, some broke knights would jerk off into flasks and sell it to the homunculus workshop to make some extra cash. Although they had to sell a lot to make any decent money, so the effort-to-profit ratio wasn't great.
"Anyway, while I was thinking about all this, this girl here, after you helped her last time, her belly started swelling up quickly and she laid an egg two days ago."
"...?"
"Normally it takes harpies about a week to lay an egg, but we discovered that if you sexually stimulate them, the egg-laying cycle speeds up. So, by lining them up and giving each one a fuck to stimulate their shell gland, egg production goes up."
At this point, it was no different from a poultry farm.
'Ah... well, I guess it is a poultry farm.'
Whether harpies count as "chickens" or not was up for debate.
"Since everyone has different tastes, some girls still have feathers on their pussies, but I plucked the feathers from others to avoid the risk of getting poked in the belly during sex."
This meant Jake wouldn't have a problem either.
The feathered areas of a harpy are generally the wings and the patch acting like pubic hair, but since that's behind the plank and not in direct contact, and the plucked girls had no more feathers around their crotch, Jake wouldn't suffer from his feather allergy.
"Since many of you are new, let me assist you. You shouldn't have trouble finding the hole, but for clarity, a harpy's body has a cloaca—a single opening for both sex and excretion. So just aim for the one hole below."
"Boss..."
"Also, instead of spending a lot of time on one harpy like last time, just move along the line and give each one a good fuck to stimulate their shell gland—even if you only get a few fertilized eggs, the stimulated harpies will pop out eggs like crazy, which is very helpful."
"W-Wait a second..."
"So, let's have Ban, who came last time, show us a demonstration—"
"Hold up!!"
Watching the boss lady pull on a pair of clean gloves made Dane raise his hand with a nauseous expression.
"I'll handle it myself."
"Are you sure? First-timers usually need some help."
"I. Said. I'll. Handle. It."
With a hardened expression, he made it clear. The boss lady reluctantly stepped back.
"Alright then. I'll be waiting in the hut over there. If you have questions or need help, just call me."
"Okay."
"Please take good care of our girls!"
Once she stepped out of the storage, Levin rushed to the door, locked it tight, and jammed a wooden wedge into the hinge so no one could enter from the outside.
"Alright... then..."
Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by three knight-level guys radiating bloodlust.
"Care to explain what the hell is going on?"
"I didn't know it'd be like this either. Last time, I just picked a harpy and did it in cowgirl."
"Dude, this is insane. Why the hell are they stuck in the wall? And what's with these chicken legs?!"
"They look human up to the thighs."
"Yeah, well, so do actual chickens!"
'What kind of bullshit logic is that...'
"And hey, isn't this illegal?"
"Nope. Harpies are classified as monsters, so they aren't protected by demi-human or other species rights laws."
"And how do you know they're actual harpies?"
We all moved in front of the planks and looked through. Inside, harpies were dozing off with folded wings.
'Is the lighting on purposefully dim on this side of the planks?'
For birds, covering their heads to block light makes them docile, so these harpies, despite our approach, were quietly blinking or nodding off. Jake stayed back because of the feathers, but Levin and Dane moved closer and checked the harpies' breasts.
"Why do harpies, as birds, have tits anyway? They lay eggs through cloacas, so there's no need for milk."
"Who knows. Maybe like peacocks with useless fancy feathers, these developed to attract mates from other species."
As they pondered like I had earlier, Levin and Dane were squeezing the harpies' tits. Thankfully, the dim lighting meant the harpies didn't react much even when their nipples were pinched or their boobs were fondled—just the occasional slow blink or tiny chirping noise.
"Damn, this feels great! I thought it'd be dry like chicken breast!"
"So naughty!"
Honestly, I agreed.
If harpies' tits exist solely to seduce humans or demi-humans, then it can't be helped if we fall for it.
"So, you gonna do it or not?"
Their bulging crotches already answered that.
"Jake?"
"I... I can't. Just being here makes my skin crawl."
The hives on Jake's face showed how severe his allergy was.
"I'll just rest in the hut."
Still, his stiff bulge suggested he wasn't leaving empty-handed—just changing his target to the boss lady.
'I mean... does watching her talk about all this... actually turn people on?'
Honestly, she scared me more than the harpies. No matter how inhuman they were, tying them up and telling guys to take turns fucking them like livestock...
'And considering bloodlines, if it's her dad's kids, wouldn't that make them her half-sisters or nieces?'
The boss lady clearly saw harpies as livestock. She didn't see sex or ejaculation as lewd acts but more like pollinating flowers in an orchard.
Still, their faces looked a lot like hers. Watching her spread open their cloacas always made my stomach twist.
'But from our perspective... not like anyone's gonna say no.'
"The lines are divided already. I don't wanna see your naked asses, so let's each take one line."
There were three rows of harpies. If each of us handled one, we wouldn't have to see each other's junk.
Also, the curtains covering their faces prevented direct eye contact, so as long as you just focused on the cloaca and didn't go looking, there was no risk of bumping into each other.
'Hoo...'
The same cloacas I had sampled days ago were spread before me.
Harpies lay massive eggs about the size of a child's head, so their cloacas had to stretch wide like a human fist. But when not pushing something out, they stayed tightly shut—even tighter than a pussy.
Even a tight pussy has a naturally vertical slit, while a cloaca isn't even that—so just from the looks, a dick seems too big to fit in there.
But since it regularly pushes out eggs bigger than any dick, it stretches easily. Just placing my dick against that glossy pink cloaca was enough to open it up and let me in.
'Yeah, it's a hole made for huge eggs, not cocks, but still...'
You didn't get pleasure from its tightness but from the warmth of the harpy's body and the slick internal fluids.
I forced my way into the gooey, slippery cloaca and went deep until I could feel the shell gland, the egg-making organ.
'This one... feels like it's already forming an egg?'
Last time, the harpy I fucked had just laid an egg, so her shell gland was still immature and empty.
But this one had something soft and not yet hardened pressing against my tip.
'Is this... a mother-daughter threesome?'
"Peep...?"
Just as I felt the cloaca's heat wrap around me, I realized that to the harpy, my dick must feel like a hard, heavy, ice-cold invader.
Still, with her eyes covered and only sensing a strange intrusion, she just tensed slightly. Even as I jabbed into her shell gland, she stayed still and took my cock without resistance.
"They really are like livestock at this point."
Squelch!
Since the boss lady told us not to spend too much time on one harpy, I pulled out and moved to the next.
But as I tried to stick my cock, now covered in harpy juices, into the second harpy, I noticed something odd.
The cloaca of the previous one hadn't sealed shut like the others—it was still a bit gaping.
'Huh?'
I touched her belly and felt a hard, bulging lump.
"Is she... laying an egg now? Did I trigger that by fucking her?"
Seeing a harpy lay an egg in real time was rare.
And somehow, the sight of her cloaca twitching and widening as it tried to push something out... was turning me on...
'It's okay... right?'
I pressed my glans against the cloaca's opening—just as she was about to lay her egg.