255: Masked Confidence (18+)
The masked man did not need to be told twice to put his cocks to use. With already plenty of the allotted “resting” time wasted, he jumped up and rushed to the door numbered “Sixty-nine”. Satisfied with her scheming, Beatrice took her sweet time to follow the ecstatic masked man inside the cell. I should probably ask his name, Beatrice thought and brought up a certain stat of her character information.
Arousal Points
93/317 (+0.01/sec)
Not too much, not too little, Beatrice analyzed the condition of her arousal as per the mysterious system. Although it only seems to be a real issue as I approach the maximum cap, I probably could release a load or two, if I got into the mood.
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAA~~~!!” Beatrice heard two high-pitched screams coming from the cell in unison.
Oh, what now!? Beatrice hurried to the cell. Before she entered, she looked around to make sure nobody heard the scream or came looking. Luckily, the cells were well out of sight and hidden from common spectators. While the noise, laughter, and moans coming from the depraved entertainment areas, guaranteed that nobody would hear a scream or two from way over here.
The second Beatrice was inside the cell and her eyes adjusted to the torchlight that shined right in her eyes, she figured out what was the problem. The masked man was buck naked (a hairy butt by the way, toned and muscular) with his kilt around his ankles, while the two eighteen-year-olds were huddled in the farthest corner, seeking safety in each other’s arms from the man with two giant, ball-less cocks between his legs.
“Oh, valiant hero, save us!” the blonde cried.
“Valiant”? Beatrice raised an eyebrow. And since when I’m a hero to them? Aren’t we all supposed to be meat for their entertainment?
“What the FUCK is that!?” the brunette cut through all the bullshit and pointed straight at the problem, the items between the masked man’s legs.
Wait, so a woman having a cock is fine for the average citizen of Klapsus, but a man with two cocks is a no-no? Beatrice tried to figure out the logic of this world. I guess the Goddess did create this world with the futanari fetish in mind… Maybe she simply could not even conceive a notion that I’d end up granting multiple cocks to men too? Beatrice recalled how ill-informed the goddess was in many different kinks and fetishes.
“I thought you wanted to have fun with one of the staff from the arena! Remember how excited you were?” Beatrice reminded.
“That was before… before…” the blonde wept and covered.
“Are all of them freaks!?” the brunette shouted. “He has two cocks with not a single ball between them!”
So close-minded! Beatrice thought as her opinion of the two girls plummeted.
“I-I-I-I-I am not a freak!” the two-cocked man stuttered and tried to cover his cocks with his hands. He was shaking and on the verge of tears while his erection waned at record speeds. “T-t-these aren’t even—”
“Aren’t normal, that’s what they aren’t!” the brunette interrupted, further shaming the man whose confidence was already shattered.
Oh, for fuck’s sake! Beatrice applied the palm of her hand to her face. While this situation was sort of amusing for a trainwreck, it was not what she had intended, and the masked man was spectacularly fumbling his one opportunity.
“H-hey, look!” the blonde pointed. “His little peckers have shrunk so much already!”
“Bwahaha! Now they look even weirder when they’re so puny!” the brunette laughed. The man's soft dicks were not nearly as small as the girls made them out to be, however, they quickly got into the whole shaming game. Both girls quickly regained their spirits at the expense of the former-and-soon-to-be-again eunuch’s non-existent confidence.
“W-why are you laughing!?” the man cried as he turned sideways from the girls and kept his now-limp cocks covered.
Beatrice was thankful that the man still had his face fully covered with the oval mask as she could only imagine how pathetic his expression must have looked at that moment.
“Haha! What a loser!” the brunette laughed.
“Yeah, to think I ever considered fucking someone like him!” the blonde added.
“Y-you…” the man was mustering up a response while his jaw trembled, but instead he turned around and ran for the door.
Oh, no you don’t! Beatrice grabbed the man by the arm before he could run off.
“L-let me go!” the man demanded. “This is all your fault!”
“Get a grip!” Beatrice grabbed the masked man by the shoulders and tried to shake some sense into him while on the inside Beatrice’s annoyance quickly turned to anger with how fragile his mental state turned out to be. I was this close to gaining a valuable minion! None of you three will ruin this for me that easily!