Partys Bar? More Like Orgys Bar.

The interior of Partys Bar—normally a warm, cozy space filled with idle chatter and the clinking of mugs—had been utterly transformed into a scene of debauched chaos. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the scattered tables and chairs. The bar, usually a clean and orderly fixture at the heart of Foosha Village, now played host to two very different spectacles.

At the center of the room, Alvida stood tall and commanding, her curvaceous, goddess-like figure practically bursting from Makino’s ill-fitting underwear. Surrounding her, a disheveled line of bar regulars—ranging from stooped, gnarled old men to younger, awkward apprentices—stood in varying states of undress, their faces flushed and eyes wide with equal parts anticipation and desperation.

At the far end of the bar, seated on a high stool, Tsujo lounged with a cocky grin, his pants pooled around his ankles. Makino—her lithe, sweat-glistened body completely bare except for the kerchief still tied in her hair—was perched above him, her thighs trembling as she bounced enthusiastically on his lap. The relentless rhythm of her movements echoed through the bar, accompanied by the obscene, wet sounds of their joining. Her high-pitched moans and the unmistakable slap of flesh on flesh cut through the air like a perverse melody, drawing occasional glances even from Alvida’s captivated audience.

Alvida turned away from her line of men for just a moment, her expression twisting into a scowl as Makino’s piercing cries filled the room again. “Tsujo! Oh gods, yes, yes!” The barmaid threw her head back, her spine arching as she gasped in pleasure, oblivious to everything but the man beneath her.

But Alvida refused to let it distract her entirely. She was the real star of this sordid show, and the pathetic fools before her would know it.

She grinned wickedly as she turned to the next man in line, her smooth hand darting out to flick the tip of his trembling cock with a deliberate, measured motion. "Ohhh!" he yelped, doubling over as though she’d shot a jolt of electricity through him. Alvida’s laughter rang out, sharp and merciless. Her arm moved with precise, teasing efficiency, her delicate hand barely brushing against him, yet each touch sent the man into fits of stammering ecstasy.

"Pathetic," she drawled, though her gaze gleamed with smug satisfaction. Her breasts, barely contained by the overmatched bra, jiggled enticingly with every flick of her wrist. The fabric of the bra, stretched beyond its limits, failed spectacularly at its job as one full breast spilled out, the bra cup clinging desperately to just the bottom curve. The abundant tit drew wide-eyed stares from the remaining men in the bar. The spectacle seemed to taunt the onlookers while Alvida reveled in the blatant display of her sublime form.

With a sharp slap, she struck the base of another man’s shaft, making him lurch forward. "Y-yes! More! Please!" he begged, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides, unsure whether to touch her or not.

"You’re all so ****," Alvida remarked, her smirk curling into something crueler. "**** little dogs, willing to humiliate yourselves for just a taste of me." Yet despite the venom in her words, a giddy thrill coursed through her. These men weren’t running. They weren’t softening or retreating in disgust. They were utterly enthralled, and it sent a surge of triumph through her that she hadn’t felt in years.

She turned to the next unfortunate soul.

Alvida’s sharp eyes zeroed on a blonde eighteen-year old, a carpenter’s apprentice by his garb, who stood at the back of the line looking both eager and terrified. Compared to the grizzled old men around him, he looked like a nervous lamb surrounded by wolves. His boyish face was flushed crimson, and his hands fidgeted at his sides as he tried not to stare too openly at her.

“Well, well,” Alvida drawled, her smooth voice laced with wicked amusement as she stepped closer to him. Her hips swayed with exaggerated grace, each step causing her left breast, still freed from the confines of Makino’s overstretched bra, to swing provocatively. “What do we have here? A fresh-faced little puppy. Didn’t think you’d escape my attention, did you?”

Isato’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously. “N-no, ma’am. I—I mean… uh… Captain Alvida…” He trailed off, unable to meet her gaze as his eyes darted lower, hopelessly drawn to the goddess-like figure towering over him.

Alvida stopped in front of him, her smirk widening as she let her gaze wander blatantly down his exposed body. His cock was small and unremarkable, like a timid sprout compared to the pathetic collection she’d already dealt with. But hanging below it—ah, now that was something else entirely. His balls were large and full, the pendulous sack swaying with every nervous breath he took.

“Well now,” Alvida said, arching a brow as she placed a finger under his chin and **** him to look up at her. “I’ll give you this, boy—you’re a little short where it matters, but those heavy balls of yours tell a different story. Looks like you’re carrying enough weight to make up for it.”

The other men erupted into jeering laughter, clapping Isato on the back as he squirmed under Alvida’s teasing words.

“Big ol’ nuts, little ol’ dick!” Yamamoto cackled, his raspy voice cutting through the room.

“He always pops like a firework,” Kenji chimed in, his face still flushed and sticky from his earlier humiliation.

Alvida smirked, clearly relishing Isato’s embarrassment. She trailed a smooth finger down his chest, watching him shiver under her touch. “You’ve got quite the fan club, little Isato. Tell me, what’s it like having these clowns laugh at you while you’re standing here with your cock out?”

Isato stammered, “I—uh—I just… I just wanted—”

“Spit it out, boy,” Alvida snapped, though there was a cruel playfulness in her tone. “You’re here because you want a taste, aren’t you? You’ve been watching me this whole time, imagining what my touch feels like.” Her smirk deepened, her hand curling under his sack as if to weigh it. Isato let out a strangled gasp, his knees threatening to buckle as she cupped his heavy balls.

“Aren’t you precious,” Alvida mocked, her voice practically dripping honey as her smooth, frictionless fingers began to roll his sack gently in her palm. “I bet these things churned out gallons for that little barmaid of yours, didn’t they?”

Isato’s eyes darted to the floor, shame and longing etched across his young face. “I—I…”

The men around him hooted with laughter. “He’s got it bad for her!” one of them shouted.

“Lovey-dovey little Isato, can’t get enough of Makino’s holes!” another chimed in, sending the room into another round of mocking guffaws.

Alvida tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Oh, is that so?” she cooed, stroking her fingers over Isato’s sack with deliberate precision. “You’ve got a little crush, huh? Did you think she loved you back while she spread her legs for the rest of this village?”

“Stop it!” Isato protested weakly, his voice trembling as his cock twitched under her teasing.

Alvida’s smirk widened. She leaned in close, her lips almost brushing his ear as she whispered, “What’s wrong, boy? Does it sting to hear the truth? That you’re just another cock in her lineup?”

Isato let out a shuddering breath, torn between humiliation and the building pleasure from her smooth, expert touch. Alvida’s fingers worked his sack like a musician teasing the strings of a fine instrument, and despite his shame, he couldn’t help but respond. His hips gave an involuntary twitch, his cock stiffening pathetically as Alvida laughed softly.

“You’re adorable,” she sneered, her sharp green eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “But let’s see if I can’t get a confession out of you.”

Her hand rose with deliberate precision, curling her thumb and forefinger into a perfect 'okay' symbol. She held the impossibly smooth, taut circle just inches from Isato’s cock, its twitching, unremarkable length a stark contrast to Tsujo’s monstrous member.

“Stand still,” she ordered, her voice like a whip, sharp and commanding. “Let’s see how you measure up.”

Isato froze, his eyes wide as Alvida’s hand closed the distance. With calculated ease, she slid her thumb and forefinger over the tip of his cock, the frictionless surface gliding like silk against his sensitive skin. Isato gasped, his knees threatening to buckle as her impossibly smooth touch enveloped him.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.

“Stay still,” Alvida snapped, her free hand pressing firmly against his chest to steady him. “I’m the one doing the work here.”

She began to move her hand, her thumb and finger sliding up and down his shaft in slow, mocking strokes. The movement was maddeningly precise, teasing him with just enough sensation to keep him **** for more. Isato’s breaths came in short, ragged bursts, his hands twitching uselessly at his sides.

“It’s incredible,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “It’s… it’s so smooth…”

Alvida’s smirk widened, her sharp nails grazing his chest as she leaned in closer. “Of course it is,” she purred, her tone dripping with mockery. “Better than that barmaid’s sloppy pussy, isn’t it? Go on, admit it.”

Isato’s face flushed deep red, his gaze darting toward the floor. “I—I can’t…”

“Oh, you can’t?” Alvida mocked, her hand quickening its pace. The frictionless sensation was overwhelming, reducing Isato to a trembling mess as his cock twitched violently in her grip. “You’re already leaking like a broken faucet, and you expect me to believe she’s better?”

Behind them, Makino’s cries reached a fever pitch, her high-pitched moans punctuated by the relentless smack-smack-smack of her ass colliding with Tsujo’s thighs. Alvida’s lips curled into a sneer at the sound, her disdain for the spectacle feeding into her merciless teasing of Isato.

Alvida's smirk deepened as she watched Isato squirm under her touch, the boy trembling like a leaf as her impossibly smooth fingers teased his length. The other men in the line jeered and laughed, their voices a cruel backdrop to Isato’s humiliation. Behind them, Makino's rhythmic cries and the relentless slapping of her petite ass against Tsujo’s thighs punctuated the scene, a high-pitched symphony of ecstasy.

“You’re holding back, aren’t you?” Alvida taunted, her voice sharp and dripping with condescension. She leaned in closer, her green eyes glinting with predatory delight as she tightened her grip, her thumb and forefinger forming a perfect, frictionless ring around his twitching cock. “All because you don’t want to admit it. Go on, boy. Say it. Say my hand is better than Makino’s pussy.”

Isato’s breath hitched, his face a brilliant shade of red as he tried to hold onto some shred of dignity. His eyes darted to Makino, her toned body bouncing atop Tsujo as his massive cock filled her. Yet even in the midst of her ecstasy, she caught Isato’s panicked gaze and offered him a soft, encouraging smile.

“It’s okay, Isato,” she called out, her voice sweet and reassuring despite the obscene situation. Her hands rested on Tsujo’s chest as she continued to move, her words punctuated by her breathy moans. “Just say whatever you need to. It’s fine. Really.”

Alvida let out a sharp laugh, her smirk twisting into something cruel. “Listen to her,” she sneered, her hand moving faster along Isato’s shaft. “So understanding. So supportive. Isn’t she just precious? And yet, here you are, about to explode from nothing more than my fingers. What does that say about you?”

Isato’s resolve crumbled under the combined weight of Alvida’s mocking tone and the unbearable pleasure coursing through him. His shame gave way to desperation, and with a strangled cry, he finally broke.

“Your hand is… it’s better than Makino’s pussy!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “Oh, God, I’m gonna—”

Before he could finish, his body seized up, his hips jerking violently as he came. Alvida’s grip remained steady, her smooth fingers expertly coaxing every last drop from him as thick, milky ropes of cum erupted from his tip. The **** of his release was shocking, even to Alvida, who arched a brow as the sticky fluid coated her hand and splattered onto the floor.

“Well, well,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mock approval. “Looks like there’s more to you than I thought, little Isato. That’s quite the load for such a scrawny puppy.” She held up her cum-covered hand, examining the mess with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

The other men in the line erupted into laughter and applause, their taunts growing even louder as Isato collapsed to his knees, his face flushed and his chest heaving.

“Good on you, Isato!” one of them called out. “Maybe you’re not as useless as you look!”

“Don’t get used to it,” Alvida snapped, silencing the laughter with a sharp glare. She wiped her hand on a nearby cloth, flicking the excess onto the floor with an air of casual disdain. “You’re still miles away from being a real man.”

Her eyes flicked briefly to Tsujo, who remained the picture of calm dominance even as Makino writhed atop him. The barmaid’s cries grew louder, her body moving with frantic urgency as she rode him to yet another climax.

Alvida let out an irritated huff and turned her attention back to the remaining men in line. “Alright, you sorry lot,” she barked, her tone commanding. “Who’s next?”

The men shuffled nervously, their laughter fading as Alvida’s piercing gaze swept over them. None of them dared to step back, but the tension in the room was palpable.

Behind her, the rhythmic slap of Makino’s ass against Tsujo’s thighs continued unabated, a relentless reminder of the unmatched power dynamic at play.