Seeing the two women closing in, Ren felt a sudden surge of panic. His mind was a chaotic jumble; this damned System—aside from leaving his cock rock-hard and agonizingly sensitive—had yet to grant him a single useful ability! His body to all fours, he scrambled backward, desperately racking his brain for a way to resist—or a way to escape. But Lyra and Sylpha were far more agile than he; Lyraa pounced like a cheetah, seizing him by the waist and hoisting his entire body into the air.
"Ah-ha...!" Ren's body reacted instantly. The Succubus's Curse made him acutely sensitive to a woman's touch; the pressure of that large hand gripping his waist surged through his body like an electric current. His cock gave a sudden lurch, growing so hard it ached. He couldn't suppress a moan—a trembling, lewd sound—and thrashed his legs wildly, nearly kicking Sylpha in the face. Sylpha reacted with lightning speed, snatching his calf in her grasp, her pale palm pressing tight against his skin.
In that instant, a flood of information poured into both their minds—all of Ren's secrets: his hyper-sensitive constitution, his state of perpetual heat, the nature of his "exposure," his boundless vitality, the "Giver's Curse," and his deepest needs. Lyra and Sylpha's eyes lit up simultaneously, a glint of pure greed flashing within them. They exchanged a look, then—without a shred of hesitation—flung Ren unceremoniously to the ground, as if discarding a piece of trash.
Sylpha was the quicker of the two; she immediately straddled Ren's face, positioning her naked pussy directly over his mouth so that her moist labia rubbed against his lips. "Mmm... have a taste of this, you slut," she whispered, pressing her hips downward until her labia sealed tight against his mouth, letting her juices trickle down onto his tongue and into his mouth. Ren's moans were muffled, reduced to mere whimpers, while his cock stood rigidly erect beneath him; Lyraa then straddled his waist, wrapping one hand around that hot, throbbing shaft and stroking it vigorously.
"Mmph... Ha..." Ren's body convulsed violently. Lyra lifted his legs, propping them up as if folding a toy, then delivered a sharp *smack* to his ass. "Disobedient slaves deserve a beating!" she sneered, bringing her hand down for another slap. Ren's buttocks instantly turned red and swollen; his whole body spasmed, yet he remained unable to speak, Sylpha's pussy pressing down relentlessly on his face, filling his mouth with its salty, wet tang. Lyra was relentless; she continued to deliver stinging slaps—*smack, smack*—the sounds echoing through the woods. Ren's cock throbbed in her grip, yet he couldn't manage to ejaculate.
Nearby, Bruna, seated upon a rock, turned her head to look at Akari. Her voice was gentle, yet carried an unmistakable air of authority: "Akari, I heard that name from the mouth of your slave. Tell me: do you harbor any resentment toward us? Is it simply because we are helping you discipline him—teaching him the meaning of obedience?"
Akari had been watching Ren's "punishment," a surge of satisfied pleasure rising within her—the bastard was finally getting his retribution. She turned toward them, waving a dismissive hand, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement: "No, no! You're doing exactly the right thing! He deserves every bit of it!"
On the ground, Slypha finally lifted her buttocks from Ren's face and shifted to sit squarely on his chest; the sheer weight of her massive E-cup breasts left him gasping for air. She grabbed his chin, squeezing it tightly: "You little slut! If you were anyone else, we would have killed you long ago. We only kept you alive because you're so *useful*. Yet instead of being grateful, you choose to be disobedient!" She delivered a sharp slap across his face—a crisp, resounding *crack*. Behind him, Lyra was still thrashing his backside; his buttocks were already swollen and beet-red. Ren's moans were ceaseless; his hyper-sensitive constitution made him tremble as if reaching a climax with every single blow. He couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated, his cum spurting onto Lyra's hand—yet almost immediately, his cock grew hard again.
Sylpha's fingers threaded through his hair—a touch that was gentle, yet laced with menace: "Tell me: will you obey the Leader and lick our feet? Or would you prefer to keep getting beaten?"
"Ah... I'll lick your feet... please, make it stop... it hurts so much... *ahhh!*" Ren panted, his voice broken and ragged. He was a lecher by nature, but right now, all he wanted was to beg for mercy—even as his traitorous cock remained stubbornly erect.
Slypha turned toward Lyra, who was still raining blows upon his backside: "Lyra, stop. He's going to behave."
Ren gasped for breath as Slypha leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Don't disappoint me. Otherwise..." Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair, her eyes gleaming with a blend of scholarly curiosity and cold cruelty.