Meet an Asian girl

[PLOT CHAPTER/NO SEX]

Completely drained from Aurora's insane throat skills, the girls leave the bed, hanging out on the other side of the suite and talking amongst themselves. Smart girls. They know that they only thing they're good for is their warm holes. They know that once you're done using their bodies, they should leave you alone.

You look at the girls on the other side of the suite. You admire their tight bodies, and you want to submit them, fuck their throats, and try their assholes and slap them around. Maybe you'd even fuck their pussies and let them cum, but probably not. But your limp dick isn't ready for your fun ideas. Aurora's throat really drained you of all your cum and energy. You couldn't get it up even staring at 3 fertile college-aged girls.

But the cafeteria has all sorts of sex-enhancing pills to help with that, you remembered.

And with that, you put on some pants, grabbed the keys to the suite, and headed out the door to the cafeteria.

You head to the shelves where they sell sex supplements. There, you pick up a box of Sexergel™ pills, which apparently are supposed to instantly recover your horniness and sexual aggression. This is perfect for you, as Aurora's expert deepthroat skills made you empty your balls so hard into her gullet that it would take you days to naturally get horny again.

A cute, shy Asian girl rings up your order. You eye her petite body up and down. But you're completely drained of your horniness, so the Asian girl doesn't turn you on.

You open the box of Sexergel™ tablets and read its label. It promises a fast-acting, 150% boost in horniness, and it lists some rare Brazilian frog ejaculate as the active ingredient. Whatever, you don't need to know the details of what you're putting into your body. As long as it gets your dick hard and ready to fuck. You down the tablet with a swig of water.

You get some food from around the cafeteria so that you can reenergize for your debacharous activities with the trio of girls in the penthouse. You sit down with a muffin, croissant, and some salami from the charcuterie board. You also remember that you've cum literal gallons in the span of two days, and you need to actually make more cum if you want to keep going. So you grab a bottle of pineapple juice from the fridge, drinking half the bottle of the refreshing, ice-cold liquid and resupplying your body with what it needs to make your balls nice and full of cum.

As you eat and drink, you notice a change in your perception. You look back at the cute, shy Asian girl who rung up your order. Suddenly, you don't see her as cute anymore; you see her as innocent. And innocence was something that had to be taken away from her. She's shy, but that also means she's weak. Since she's shy and weak, she can't resist. You reexamine her 4'11" body, which you thought nothing of before. But now you realize she's probably 100 pounds soaking wet -- meaning she's probably really easy to pick up and throw around. You could probably fold her up like a pretzel, exposing her fuckholes for you to take advantage of.

The Sexergel™ pill had kicked in hard while you were eating. You eye the Asian girl up and down in a completely different light.

She's not just an Asian girl anymore. She's not a human person with thoughts and feelings. She's a piece of fuckmeat. That fucking Asian bitch over there is just 3 warm holes for you to fuck. You should go mark her as yours by impregnating all of her tight Asian fuckholes.

You grab a bottle of lubricant from the sex products aisle just in case you need it. You stroke yourself to fullmast with your hand as you start walking toward her.

You watch her punch in numbers on the cash register. You look at her slim profile. Looking at her petite Asian body makes you extremely horny now that the Sexergel's™ rare Brazilian frog ejaculate is coursing through your veins. She turns her head and sees you, making eye contact for a second, before whipping her head back to the screen in front of her, blushing and pretending she didn't see you. She seems nervous.

You walk right up to her, and you tower about a full 10 inches over her small body.

"Ummmm, hehe," she nervously laughs, already uncomfortable with this interaction. "H-how can I help you?"

"How old are you?" you ask.

"Me? Oh, I'm... uh. I'm 18," she says.

"Perfect. So it's legal for me to fuck you, right?"

"Ummmmmm..." Her eyes go wide from surprise at the question. She keeps glancing at your erection and looking away. "Well, I mean-- it's legal, yeah. But I mean, I only work here as the cashier at the Throatrape Emporium cafeteria. I'm not one of the designated girls for guests to do -- you know, um, sex with." She whispers the word 'sex', embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Wait, she's so innocent that even saying the word 'sex' is hard for her, you think to yourself. But she just said 'Throatrape Emporium' without a problem -- does she not know what that is?

"Do you know what **** is?" you curiously ask her.

"No."

Ok. You make a mental note of this. "Do you know what consent is?"

"No."

"You've never heard the words '****' and 'consent'?"

"N-no," she stammers, clueless of where this line of questioning is leading her.

Wow. She's so innocent that she hasn't even learned these concepts yet. But you'll teach them to her, the hard way.

You smile. She looks up at you, making eye contact, before looking down at your stiff, 9 inch cock.

A lightbulb clicks in her head as she sees you gently stroking your cock, and she starts to get an idea of what you want from her. She puts up both hands in protest, stuttering, "Ohhh, no, I don't think -- I can't do that. I-I'm just a cashier here, I'm not supposed to be doing the sex, I--"

You interrupt her by holding your green wristband to her face. "What does this green wristband mean?"

"The wristband being green means you have all-inclusive access as a guest. But--"

You cut her off and make her look at the fine print on the wristband. "And what does this say?"

She looks back and forth between the wristband and your face. "I--"

"Read it," you command her.

"This VIP wristband grants you no-holds-barred access to sex with all f..." She trails off, reading the rest of the sentence in her head. She is putting two and two together and getting scared.

"Read it out loud," you tell her.

She continues, her voice shaking hard: "This VIP wristband grants you no-holds-barred access to sex with all females at the Throatrape Emporium. This means that no female is off limits to have sex with, whether or not she is a designated sex worker, consenting, or even conscious. As long as she is within the physical boundaries of the Throatrape campus, any female you choose is yours for limitless free sex."

You can see the panic rising in her face as she realizes she's cornered.

You grab the lubricant and pour it all over your thick, veiny meat as she tries to find any excuse not to do this.

"I mean, I'm a virgin. I-- I don't think you'd want to do the sex to me anyways, I--"

You keep lubricating your piece. Your cock gets angrier at the sight of her nervous fear.

Her voice is trembling. "I-- You-- I don't--" She's waving her hands and shaking her head no. She looks down at your wet monster cock, scared of what it will do to her.

You stare at her, stone-cold and expressionless. You offer her no relief or peace of mind.

"I've never even done the sex before," she gasps in a nervous exhale. "Are you sure you want--"

"I'm going to fuck you," you say calmly, and you see the defeat in her eyes.