My world to Free-use

**Chapter 237**

“Mmmmnnhh~~!!”

“Ahnnh~~!!”

“So… good!!”

Martha moaned as I worked on her moist, eager folds. She had already been a leaking mess before I even removed her panties; the thin satin was completely soaked through with her nectar.

Her juices tasted incredible—rich strawberry that made every lick more tantalizing than the last.

Her moans were a chorus in my ears, and I wanted nothing more than to make her scream even louder.

Unfortunately, she came before I could push her that far.

She climaxed hard, squirting a generous amount of her juices across my face and straight into my mouth. The thick liquid carried that same intense strawberry flavor as it slid down my throat in one heavy gulp.

My daily requirement to consume a woman’s essence had already been more than fulfilled by Martha alone. I no longer needed to worry about that particular task.

I moved on to Sandra next. She anticipated my arrival by gently swaying her hips, offering her soft, inviting ass.

The smooth flesh under my palm felt soothing. Peeling away her equally soaked underwear only heightened the anticipation of tasting her.

“Mmmm~~~”

Sandra’s moans were more contained. She did not scream the way Martha did, nor did she push her ass back into my face with the same eager insistence.

Still, the contrast was welcome. Eating Martha’s pussy had its own distinct charm, and Sandra’s offered something different but equally satisfying.

Her juices did not taste bitter in the slightest, the way a woman’s should under normal circumstances. My bloodline—or perhaps my new race—transformed what should have been salty and sharp into a specific fruit flavor.

Why those fruits did not exist in this world remained a mystery. Maybe the flavors were tied to my own psyche somehow.

In any case, it was not long before Sandra came as well. A shuddering moan escaped her as her thighs quivered and trembled with the force of her orgasm.

“Slurp…”

I licked my lips clean and pulled back from a still-panting Sandra, then moved on to the most anticipated part of the night. No matter the act—handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, rimjob, or full penetration—Rayla was the one I always enjoyed most.

Even if her technique did not quite match Martha’s natural talent or Zara’s practiced skill, Rayla was still the woman I approached with the most wholehearted desire.

The reason?

I did not know. And I did not particularly care.

Perhaps it was because she was a mature, full-figured MILF. Perhaps something in my bloodline drew me to her. Perhaps it was simply because she had been the first person I saw when I opened my eyes in this world. Or perhaps she was simply the sexiest woman I had encountered across every life I could remember.

There were a few exceptions—certain goddesses or succubus queens—but Rayla did not fall far behind them. She stood only a step or half a step short of that level.

Sniff… Sniff…

“Oh, Jack… What are you doing?” Rayla pushed her ass back toward me when she realized I was only inhaling her scent instead of diving in.

Her daughters lay limp on either side of her, faces down and asses still raised. In the real world, the sheer shame of the situation would have added another layer to the scene. Here, in a free-use world, Rayla showed no embarrassment at being eaten out by her son right next to the daughters he had just finished pleasuring.

That version of the scene would have carried its own dark allure. Unfortunately, it could not be fully realized here. Still, I felt no regret. I was enjoying this in a different way.

Rayla pressed her ass more firmly against my face, clearly telling me to stop teasing after watching her daughters collapse in pleasure.

I did not prolong the torment. I would not have, even if I had wanted to. I was the one fighting a battle of self-control, not them.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep from fucking three otherworldly beautiful women of completely different proportions—each with her own unique charm—when their most intimate parts are fully exposed and waiting?

That was the only reason I still had not activated the State of Completion. If I had, I would already be buried inside one of them with no restraint left.

Diving in, I licked Rayla slowly, feeling her folds quiver under the first touch of my tongue.

From top to bottom, all the way to the tight ring of her puckered entrance, I gave her one long, deliberate lick. Her clit reacted first, then the sensation faded slightly as I passed over her urethra, only to return stronger when I pressed the tip of my tongue against her entrance before moving higher to give her asshole a careful, thorough lick as well.

Of course, I had already used [Cleanse]. I had no interest in being a pioneer of introducing diseases to this new world.

“Unnnggg~~!!”

“Jaacckk~~!!”

Rayla moaned my name in a low, sensual voice, her legs trembling as if soft currents of pleasure were running through them. I continued at a measured pace, circling her labia with my tongue before slipping between her inner lips. Once inside, I focused on each sensitive area in turn.

I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, dragged lightly across her urethra, then pressed against her pink entrance until I slowly pushed inside—never too deep, only a shallow penetration—before withdrawing to lick her thoroughly again and repeat the cycle.

Rayla’s juices flowed steadily into my mouth while her soft voice repeated my name over and over. Her body trembled continuously as the pleasure built.

It was not long before she climaxed. My hands sank into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, my nose pressed against her asshole, and my mouth stayed sealed over her pussy so I could drink every last drop of the orgasm that carried that same refreshing watermelon scent.

Finally I pulled away, breathing heavily in time with Rayla. I had barely managed a proper breath since I began eating her; my face had been buried so deeply between her full cheeks that breathing had become secondary.

I had loved every second of that difficulty.

I stood up and looked down at the remarkable sight of my sisters and my mother still on all fours. Rayla looked a little more drained than the other two after the extra attention, yet her pussy still quivered just as noticeably as theirs.

[State of Completion]

I activated the skill and studied them. Rayla would definitely be last. That was never in question. The only decision left was who to start with.

Tight, talented Martha, who moaned better than any experienced actress… or Sandra, who was equally tight but softer, and whose moans sounded like those of a young woman struggling to keep up with a more experienced partner.

“Hmmm… What a difficult choice,” I murmured as my cock throbbed, practically screaming at me to stop delaying and sink into something warm and tight.

“Who should I begin with?” I asked aloud, ignoring the urgent protests from below.

“Me. Me!” Martha answered immediately, still more energetic than the other two.

“No… Me. I’m older…” Sandra said, a little breathless, yet her eyes burned with the same anticipation as her sister’s.

Hmm…

It truly was a difficult choice. I could not decide even when I tried.

I was about to summon a coin and flip it when—

“No…”

A weak voice reached us. It was so quiet we might have missed it without our enhanced senses.

All three of us turned toward Rayla. Her face was still pressed into the mattress, and her pussy continued to tremble from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

With visible effort, she pushed herself up. When her eyes met ours, they carried a clear, firm resolution.

“I am his wife… before you two…”

Rayla straightened further, bracing herself with one hand while the other reached back. She spread one of her full ass cheeks, fully exposing both of her pink entrances, and said,

“So I get to go… before you two…”

“No fair…” Martha muttered quietly, but Sandra remained silent.

She probably knew better than to test her mother’s rare temper.

“Did you say something?” Rayla’s voice was still soft. It was not threatening in the slightest. The look in her eyes alone, however, was enough to make Martha swallow hard.

“N-no… I didn’t say anything, Mother,” Martha mumbled, sounding like a scolded child.

I could not help chuckling inwardly, though I carefully kept the amusement off my face.

Rayla turned to me, a smile on her lips that did not quite reach her eyes.

“Come here, honey. Fuck your first wife first.”

Damn. Teaching them those particular words had finally paid off.

And who was I to refuse?

Yes, I had planned to save her for last, but that did not mean I intended to take her only once.

No chance of that.

I was going to ruin all three of them tonight—until my mana ran dry and every last mana potion in my inventory was empty.

Tonight was going to be exhausting.

And equally, thoroughly enjoyable.

Thaapp!!!

“AAAAHHHHNNNNHH!!!”

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