Sucking dick is the new normal.

When the red dot in his peripheral vision winked out, Sora heaved a sigh of relief.

It had been a bad idea to have the comments up during the broadcast. Not only was the constant blast of scrolling text and symbology directly into his central nervous system just distracting, but what the overseas bros were saying about him started out embarrassing, and then got arousing.

Being cute wasn’t so bad, but things would have taken a much different turn, and threatened the age rating, if Sora’s growing bulge had gotten out from beneath the ruffles of his girly swimsuit.

Ya Liao had done her best to make that happen regardless. At least she was doing it on purpose, despite being the one who had shrewdly picked out his cute two-piece. Her wife Hyun-ji, on the other hand, was too friendly, and everything about her body was drawn directly from male fantasy. At least, this male’s fantasies, which until recently had just been passing daydreams in the midst of enjoying other fun.

The only one to keep anything resembling professionalism was Manager-san, or rather Miss Lindgrove. That was probably just down to her being married too, as the second of four wives to a man, the classic Autumn story-

“Alright, Sora. Now that the cameras are off, get that dick out for a recharge.”

Sure didn’t seem to stop her commanding this man who wasn’t her husband to drop trow. She gave the matter no more attention than she did to the frightened usagi employee manning the machinery that had turned the pool into a tropical paradise… and now allowed it melt back to Salvatrice’s penthouse pool.

Reality was that which didn’t vanish when you pulled the plug, after all.

They barely needed any of the actual lights near the pool, giving a low, backlit serenity to the chlorine-choked air. The place was still bathed in the endless neon lights of the cityscape around them, after all. Through wide, one-way polarized windows. The pool complex was built to give the impression of it being open air, an obscenity only the truly rich could afford in the packed skyscrapers uptown.

Many of whom preferred rooftop pools and jacuzzi instead, but privacy was queen.

“Ah~!”

Prudent, when Salvatrice’s daily routine at the office now involved sinking to their knees and sucking his massive cock, swallowing eagerly as much of its contents as they could. His cum was a staple of their diet, a necessity and luxury. Of course, Hyun-ji got priority for his first pent-up load of the day, and she always made sure to murmur ‘thank you for the food’ with cutely upturned puppy-dog eyes, making sure he shot twice as much thick, nourishing seed in the process.

First, though, they made sure to express their appreciation for his help. One of the married idol couple took either side, careful to leave white and black lipstick marks respectively across the pale, bulging veiny flesh. The chemicals would last twenty-four hours, which meant, given daily cocksucking, Sora bore their mark upon his body constantly.

“Mmmmh~”

Their eyes met down below, and the energy was very much the same as whenever they kissed. There was just a bit extra here now to spice it up, and Sora’s cute, girly moans of sheer pleasure made them both shamefully wet, soaking through their custom-tailored swimsuits.

While their manager knelt down behind, hugged Sora’s wide, feminine hips, and went right to work worshipping his ass and balls. Putting her face in places many women wouldn’t dare, and breathing deeply of aromatic kitsune musk. Without even bothering to remove her glasses, getting them deeply fogged up with her own breath trapped in his ass, and subjecting him to a startling array of sensations. The tension and hardness of her nose, the soft wet tongue going to work lapping away with expert skill, and the cool hard surface of glass and metal for contrast.

“A-Aah!”

Whoever Mister Lindgrove was, there was no way Miss Lindgrove wasn’t intimately acquainted with his ass. Even if some girls were brave enough to venture there and trust in his flawless personal grooming, few had any clue what they were doing. This married woman had practice.

Enough that she could bring him right to the edge of a shuddering, mewling orgasm, whapped over and over by his rapidly beating fluffy pink tails, but wait until she saw Hyun-ji slide in herself, taking every inch of his cock right down to the base. The white-haired lesbian idol that had swept millions of female heart wasn’t able to do it in one go, like Ya Liao, no matter how many times her wife demonstrated that lewd talent.

She was such a hard worker, though. Once she set her mind towards this task, like any other, it would fall before her. Inch by inch, she learned to open her throat to Sora’s imposing girth, and her throat visibly bulged as she took him. It didn’t take much pressure to snap that thin white choker around her neck; in fact, the clasp was designed to come open and then be refit each day.

“Fuck me, Hyun-ji… here it comes! Swallow every drop like a good girl!”

It was still such a rush to feel the pressure slacken as Sora’s dick broke it, and violated her sacred idol throat. He held her down with both hands, and a little help in the back from a quietly impressed Ya Liao. Despite a bit of gagging, Hyun-ji was, in fact, such a good girl. She knew this was the only medicine that would make her better, make her feel normal, in fact give her a boost of raw energy that improved her career and personal life. So she made to gulp down every thick blast of seed.

Once every ounce of his load was swallowed down, Hyun-ji licked him clean of cake-batter seed with the same energy she would apply to actual cake, getting the last little bit from the spoon. Having done that, she pulled back, and gave a beaming smile of pure sunshine up at him. She clapped her hands together.

“Thank you for the food, Sora.”