Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 154.5 Orgy Inside The Carriage

Agnes and Christina were already all over Iryoku, trading passionate kisses with him as he groped their bodies eagerly, switching back and forth between the two women with growing intensity.

In the corner, Aqua—currently mimicking Agnes’s form—kept her ethereal eyes fixed on the scene, watching every movement with quiet curiosity.

The door creaked open, and Yumi and Reika slipped inside, quietly closing it behind them.

“These girls really think they can get ahead,” Yumi muttered under her breath, a hint of jealousy in her tone.

“These women show no respect for the main wife—me,” Reika shot back, crossing her arms defiantly.

Yumi whirled on her with a glare. “You mean me.

”Despite their bickering, they advanced together, their youthful appearances amplified by Yumi's playful pigtails and Reika's elegant twintails. As they approached Iryoku, they made a point of flaunting their bodies, swaying their hips with deliberate allure.

“Hey there, onii-san,” Yumi purred, her voice sweet and teasing.

Iryoku turned his attention to them, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Fuuu, you girls look incredibly cute with that new look. It's got me hooked.”

Emboldened, both girls leaned forward, putting their tits on full display. Their nipples poked visibly through the sheer fabric of their shirts—they'd gone braless, just as Alessandra had suggested, adding an extra layer of temptation.

Iryoku's excitement was immediate and obvious, his gaze darkening with desire.

“Eh? But I’m already showing my whole body,” Christina protested, squeezing her own bare breasts for emphasis. “Isn’t being fully naked way better?”

Agnes, standing beside her with her top discarded on the floor, nodded in agreement. “I would think so too. Skin to skin is the ultimate offering.”

“Hah.” Yumi crossed her arms beneath her chest, deliberately pushing her huge breasts up even higher to accentuate them. “Let’s see what the gentleman has to say about that.”

Reika struck a more seductive pose, one hand resting on her hip while the other ran through her silky hair. As Iryoku's eyes roamed over her, he couldn't help but notice how her shorts were casually unbuttoned at the front, teasingly revealing a glimpse of her underwear. It gave her an irresistible, bold, and spontaneous next-door-girl vibe that screamed effortless sex appeal.

“It’s different—really refreshed look, girls,” Iryoku admitted, his voice husky with approval. He rose to his feet and pulled both of them into a tight hug, his hands wandering down to cup and squeeze their firm butts possessively.

“Of course we know how this delinquent’s mind works,” Reika replied with a knowing grin, pressing her body closer against him.

“Okay, let’s fuck like this,” Iryoku declared, his hips thrusting forward instinctively. He quickly lowered his pants, whipping out his hard, throbbing cock, already pulsing with anticipation.

“See? He can’t resist our charms,” Yumi boasted, flashing a teasing peace sign toward Agnes and Christina, who watched the scene unfold with rapt attention. Christina—ever the devoted nun—was already jotting notes into her unholy book, nodding thoughtfully to herself.

“You should try new, different looks to please the great god and his powerful hunger,” she murmured softly, inscribing yet another commandment, her eyes never leaving the trio as she absorbed every detail for her twisted gospel.

Without wasting another moment, Iryoku positioned Yumi for a standing doggy style, bending her forward slightly. He yanked her shorts down and shoved her underwear aside just enough to slide his cock deep into her slick pussy.

“Take this, little Yumi. Take all your husband’s love,” he growled, his thrusts steady and claiming.

Yumi let out a breathy moan, “Ahhh…” her body arching in response to the sudden fullness.

Reika mirrored her pose, pressing her butt right up beside Yumi’s, eager not to be left out. “Don’t leave me hanging, husband.”

Iryoku smirked wickedly. “Great double team. I love it.”

He pulled out of Yumi with a wet pop and plunged into Reika in one deep, fluid stroke, filling her completely.

“Ahh!” Reika squeaked, her voice high-pitched with surprise and pleasure as the wet, fleshy sounds of slapping skin filled the room, growing louder and more frantic.

Iryoku alternated between the two with masterful control, giving two powerful pumps to one, then three to the other, then four—escalating his speed and strength with each switch. His hands gripped their hips tightly, fingers digging in for leverage as he claimed them both.

The other women watched on, the competitive tension only fueling the erotic chaos.

Soon, four hands appeared behind Iryoku, gently but firmly pulling him out of his frenzy. They belonged to two identical versions of Agnes, both smiling at him with the same mischievous expression.

Agnes had cleverly used Aqua as her twin, doubling her presence. Seeing Yumi and Reika monopolize Iryoku’s attention only fueled her determination to join the fray—and reclaim her share of the spotlight.

Even as he continued pounding into Yumi and Reika with relentless vigor, Agnes and Aqua closed in seamlessly. They leaned in together, their lips meeting his in a heated triple kiss. Three tongues danced and intertwined in the shared space, producing slick, wet sounds that mingled with the rhythmic slaps of flesh from below.

Spur, spur—Iryoku exploded deep inside Reika, his release hot and abundant as he growled, "Get pregnant!"

Without missing a beat, he switched back to Yumi, sharing the rest of his thick cum with her as well. "Some for little Yumi too," he murmured.

He kept alternating between the two, thrusting relentlessly and filling them until it overflowed in messy fluids down their thighs. Overwhelmed by the raw intensity, both girls felt their legs buckle beneath them, collapsing in a trembling heap onto the carriage floor, panting heavily and shuddering with deep, lingering satisfaction.

Seizing the moment, Agnes and Aqua dropped gracefully to their knees in front of Iryoku, their big, dripping tits shaking, eyes gleaming with eagerness.

“Okay, my turn! My turn! Let me try!” they chimed in unison, voices overlapping in playful harmony.

Their mouths descended on his still-hard cock, licking and cleaning it with synchronized fervor, savoring the lingering taste of his previous conquests.

“Such a nice view,” Iryoku said appreciatively, his hands drifting to both girls’ heads, rubbing and petting them like cherished pets as they worked.

The twins arched their mouths side by side, creating a tantalizing channel for him. Iryoku shook his hips teasingly, rubbing his cock along their soft, parted lips—but they hadn't counted on the wildcard.

Christina rushed in with boundless energy, her bunny ears flapping wildly like excited flags. “Hahaha—the lord’s hardness has no rival!” she declared triumphantly. Without hesitation, she planted her mouth firmly on the tip of his cock, while the twins’ lips continued their devoted rubbing along the shaft, turning the act into a chaotic, collaborative worship.

Iryoku smiled broadly and came again, laughing, “Hehehehe.” Christina’s mouth quickly overflowed with his thick cum, the excess dribbling down her chin. He popped his dick free from her lips, then stabbed it alternately into Agnes’s and Aqua’s waiting jaws, giving each a generous taste of his semen, their throats working greedily to swallow.

But the group wasn’t done yet—the erotic energy in the carriage was far from spent. Yumi and Reika, recovering from their collapse, rose unsteadily to their feet. They eyed the perverse spectacle Iryoku was orchestrating with the others, a spark of competitive fire igniting in their gazes.

“Hey! I’ll show you how it’s done!” Yumi declared boldly, moving in and kneeling directly in front of Iryoku. She wasted no time, engulfing his cock in her mouth with expert suction.

“What are you doing? I can do that too!” Reika protested, dropping to her knees beside Yumi, ready to vie for control of Iryoku’s shaft in this impromptu battle.

“Very nicely done—now line up! I’ll go through each one, hehehe…” Iryoku commanded, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

Loud, echoing laughter spilled from inside the carriage, drifting out into the surrounding camp like a provocative invitation.

Yumi and Reika exchanged a fierce, competitive glance, their cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and rivalry. Agnes, Aqua, and Christina quickly joined them, already fully naked and shedding any remaining inhibitions. The five beautiful girls knelt in a neat row, their tits jiggling enticingly as they shifted in anticipation.

With a wet plop, Iryoku began his circuit: sliding from Yumi's mouth to Reika's, then to Agnes, to Aqua, and finally to Christina’s eager lips. Each one took a quick, fervent suck on his throbbing gun, their heads bobbing in turn like a well-oiled machine of desire.

Wet sounds—perverted, hot, and unrelenting—filled the air.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Then came another explosive ejaculation, waves of pleasure surging through him. The loaded chamber finally firing.

“Hahaha, I wonnn.”

This time, Christina was the lucky—or perhaps reckless—recipient in their twisted game of blowjob Russian roulette, the one who pulled the trigger on the fully loaded round.

Iryoku was about to pull out and distribute the remaining shots among the others, but Christina had other plans. She grabbed his hips with surprising strength, burying his gun as deep as possible into her throat. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, nearly choking on his girth as she held him captive, daring the chamber to empty right there.

Iryoku, feeling a surge of sadistic thrill, pushed forward even harder, driving her right to the brink. He pumped a couple of times for good measure, as if intent on completely impaling her insides. It was overwhelming—too much cum, too much saliva, the sensations blending into a chaotic torrent. He emptied all his bullets inside her, flooding her throat in hot, relentless bursts until she could hold no more.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and released him with a desperate gasp, his weapon slipping out dripping with a glossy mix of spit and semen. Christina collapsed back slightly, coughing and trembling, but a triumphant smile spread across her flushed face despite her near-fainting state.

“Hehehe… Christina got baptized again.”

She smirked smugly at the other girls, her bunny ears twitching with pride.

Agnes steeled herself, her resolve hardening like iron. “Then I’ll do this.”

She flipped over onto her hands and knees, her ass raised high in the air toward Iryoku, presenting herself in a vulnerable, inviting arch.

“Lord Iryoku, I’ve been a bad princess. You should punish this perverted elf—and use this part,” she declared in eager submission.

Without a moment's hesitation, her hands moved to her firm ass cheeks, fingers digging in as she spread them wide open, tempting him with the exposed, glistening entrance.

Iryoku’s gaze burned with raw hunger, his eyes locked on the sight. “Oi, oi… do you mean you’re okay with it? So it’s really true—little Agnes really is a masochist girl.”

He gripped his throbbing rod and advanced toward her, repeating the dominant motions he knew drove her wild. His foot pressed down over her head, stepping lightly but firmly to pin her in place as his cock aligned perfectly with her tight ass.

“You can scream all you want princess, but I won’t stop,” he warned in a dark, low voice that sent shivers racing through her body, making her jolt and nearly cum on the spot.

The rest of the girls, Yumi and Reika, watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and reluctant fascination.

“Is she really going to do it there…?” Yumi muttered, her cheeks flushing.

“Really… this woman,” Reika added, shaking her head in disbelief.

Iryoku rubbed the hot, iron-hard tip against her ass, the glistening precum mixing with her own arousal before he pushed forward, easing the head inside with deliberate slowness.

“Uuh—” Agnes gasped, her body tensing at the initial intrusion.

Little by little, he inched deeper, savoring her reactions as she trembled beneath him, cold sweat beading on her skin. The foreign fullness stretched her, forcing its way into her most intimate depths. Her pussy dripped with unchecked excitement, betraying her masochistic thrill.

“Ahhhhh—” she moaned, the sound drawn out and raw.

Iryoku leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered possessively, “Now all your first times are mine.”

“Ah—” The words alone pushed her over the edge; she moaned deeply, cumming hard, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

Seizing the moment, Iryoku thrust in fully, burying his cock deep inside her in one smooth, claiming motion.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Agnes cried out, her voice echoing through the carriage.

“Hahaha, it’s so tight. I could never get tired of this,” he laughed, his tone laced with triumphant glee.

He pulled back slightly, the hot length almost completely withdrawing—then clap, he buried himself back in with forceful precision.

“Argghhhhh—waaaa!” Agnes twisted beneath him, her eyes tearing up from the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure, tears of bliss streaking her flushed cheeks.

Iryoku kept moving, fucking her ass with building intensity—clap, clap, clap. He found a punishing rhythm, accelerating into lewd, echoing sounds of flesh meeting flesh that filled the air. Then he switched it up, delivering deep, slow, powerful thrusts that made her feel every inch of him.

“Ahhhh… ahhhh…” Agnes’s face went slack, her expression one of utter abandon—drool spilling from her open mouth, her tongue lolling out toward the ground as she lost herself completely.

“Here it comes, dear Agnes. Get tainted with my cum!” Iryoku growled.

Splush.

Agnes’s body shook violently as Iryoku dropped his full weight onto her ass, grinding deep. His hands grabbed her shoulders, pulling her even closer, forcing his member to release as far inside as possible. Agnes’s eyes rolled back white, lost in the void of ecstasy as she climaxed again, her inner walls clenching futilely around the invasion.

Finally, she collapsed onto the ground in a quivering heap, breathing hard and ragged, her body spent and glowing with aftershocks.

Iryoku leaned down and bit her nape, leaving a deep mark, then licked it tenderly. “Good girl. You did it so well.”

He stood up slowly, pulling his dick out with a wet sound, leaving her backside gaping—full and leaking.

Yumi and Reika stood nearby, trembling with a whirlwind of emotions—conflict, arousal, and hesitation swirling in their eyes.

“This is too perverted, that—” Yumi whispered, her voice shaky.

She swallowed hard, glancing at Iryoku. “I’m scared to try it in there… but if you want to do it…” Gathering her courage, she moved, turning her ass toward him as well, mimicking Agnes's position with tentative resolve.

Reika hesitated a beat longer, then clenched her fists tightly. “Go ahead! I don’t want to fall behind!” She mirrored the action, positioning herself resolutely beside Yumi.

But instead, Iryoku’s expression softened, the sadistic edge fading into something more gentle. He spoke calmly, his voice reassuring. “Don’t worry, girls. You don’t have to do it… really. The thing is, Agnes is a hardcore masochist. She likes this kind of deviant play. You can ignore it and do the normal thing.”

Both girls felt a profound sense of liberation wash over them, easing the tension in their bodies—but still, neither of them wanted to lose, their competitive spirits flickering beneath the relief.

But just then, Christina jumped on Iryoku with wild enthusiasm, wrapping her legs around him. "Oh great god, my backside is ready to take you whenever, hehehe!"

Yumi and Reika frowned, their expressions a mix of annoyance and surprise at her bold interruption.

Iryoku, smirking slyly, sensed their displeasure right away. "Well, you know Christina too... she is Christina. She isn't normal either—don't sweat it," he said reassuringly, brushing off the tension with a casual wave.

He turned his full attention to Christina, who was hugging him tightly, her body pressed flush against his. With effortless strength, he adjusted her position, lifting her body to face him squarely. He aligned his throbbing cock with her eager backside, then slid inside in one smooth, deliberate stroke, burying himself deep.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh! The great lord's cock is drilling this lowly bunny nun's ass, ahhh!" she moaned really hard, her voice echoing dramatically as she put on a theatrical show for the rest of the group, arching her back and exaggerating every gasp.

Iryoku, thoroughly pleased, ravaged her butt with vigorous intensity, lifting her body up high before letting her drop down onto him repeatedly. Wet, perverted sounds filled the air, a symphony of slick friction and breathless ecstasy.

Clap, clap, clap.

The relentless motion made the bunny nun feel every fiber of her body twitch in uncontrollable waves. "Uhhh, dear god!" she cried out as she came again, her climax triggered by another hard, unyielding pump into her asshole. Iryoku accelerated his pace, her bunny ears flapping wildly with each forceful thrust and drop, adding to the chaotic, erotic rhythm.

"Is that all you can resist, heheh?" Iryoku teased, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Oi oi oi," he kept repeating in a rhythmic chant, syncing the words with his continued fucking of her ass. Christina's head shook up and down powerless against the onslaught, her eyes upturned in overwhelming pleasure, whites showing as she surrendered completely.

Iryoku flashed a dark smirk, his expression one of predatory dominance as he drove to her deepest point, his dick impaling her ass with unbridled force. He hugged her tightly with bruising strength, pulling her even closer before crouching low and squatting briefly to build momentum. Then, he jumped in place, landing hard and slamming deeper into her with each descent.

Thud, thud, thud.

The impacts shook the carriage floor, reverberating through their bodies like thunderous echoes.

"Ahaa! Ah! Waaaaa!" she deliriously cried, her voice fracturing into incoherent wails of bliss. Her mouth hung open wide, letting thick strands of saliva drip onto the ground below, pooling in messy spots.

"I call this the kangaroo jump," Iryoku announced with a wicked grin, his breath ragged as he jumped again, amplifying the intensity.

“I’m coming!” he screamed, her body seizing as the climax hit—until—gush, gush, gush. Her entire form shook violently in place, legs stretching taut from the electric jolt of release. Her ass dripped with warm semen, overflowing in sticky trails down her thighs.

Finally, Iryoku pulled out savoring the wet pop and the sight of her ruined form. He let her down gently onto the carriage ground, leaving her sprawled there, her ass gaping wide and full of semen.

Iryoku stood there, breathing hard, his dick still throbbing with residual energy. He turned to Yumi and Reika, while Agnes and Christina lay defeated and spent behind him, their bodies limp from the exhaustive play.

He walked over to Yumi and Reika with purposeful strides. "Okay, girls, now let's crank this up," he said, flashing a wicked grin.

Reika and Yumi exchanged glances, smiling at each other as if to say, What can we do?—a mix of resignation and excitement in their eyes.

Thud, thud, thud.

In an instant, Iryoku had maneuvered Reika into a piledriver position, her legs folded over her head, exposing her completely as he pounded into her body with relentless force.

He lowered himself down, then thrust up again and again, his muscles straining with each powerful movement. "Keep going, Reika, my love—I'm almost there," Iryoku growled, his voice rough.

Reika gasped, her body jolting with every impact. "Ahh, you're gonna kill me!"

He moved faster, delving deeper until he suddenly stopped, letting all his weight crash down on her body. He creampied her pussy with buckets of cum, flooding her insides. "GET PREGNANT!" he roared, lifting his legs off the ground completely to press every ounce of his weight onto her, forcing even deeper penetration. Reika convulsed beneath him, wave after wave of climax crashing through her.

"Ahhh!" she cried, her limbs trembling uncontrollably.

After a full minute of filling her, he finally pulled out with a satisfied sigh and shifted to Yumi, who was right beside them.

Yumi had been slowly rubbing her pussy from the outside, her fingers teasing herself as she watched. She smiled at Iryoku with an eager, flushed face, her anticipation palpable.

Without warning, he pulled her close and laid her over Reika's sprawled body on the ground. Yumi faced upward, her breath coming fast in expectant gasps. He positioned himself quickly, burying his cock deep into her pussy before starting a hard, fast pounding rhythm. He lowered his face to hers, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, their tongues playing and intertwining passionately. He accelerated, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Okay, little Yumi, now get pregnant for me," he commanded, ejaculating deep inside her.

Yumi felt electricity surge through her insides, her body arching in ecstasy. "Waaaaaah! Aahahha!" she moaned, lost in the overwhelming release.

He let himself collapse over her, still buried deep, not pulling out—just savoring the connection.

He stayed there for a moment, hands roaming as he gently rubbed Yumi’s and Reika’s faces, kissing their tits and their lips with slow, tender insistence.

Finally, he moved, helping them settle onto the carriage’s floor mat on the ground.

He turned to Aqua, who remained in the corner, still mimicking Agnes’s form. “Can you clean us up, Aqua?” he asked, his breathing finally calming as the haze of arousal lifted.

Aqua nodded and gave him a suggestive wink before moving forward, her body dissolving into flowing water. She swirled gently around everyone, cleansing the carriage and absorbing the sweat, fluids, and mess with effortless grace.

Once it was done, Iryoku laid the four girls down to sleep. They were utterly exhausted, their bodies heavy with fatigue. He took a seat in the corner, his back against the wall, while Aqua returned to her Agnes-like form and quietly kept watch over him.

Lost in thought, Iryoku felt a deep sense of happiness—and realization—wash over him. Still, there was a faint sense of something missing within himself. I guess I can’t have everything, he mused inwardly.

At last, he moved over and lay beside the girls, soon drifting off to sleep.

In the morning, he slowly woke, feeling good and refreshed, his body invigorated by the rest. The girls were sprawled beside him, each clinging to a different part of his body in their sleep. He smiled warmly, lingering for a moment.

I haven’t had nightmares for a while, he thought. Turning his gaze to the girls, he added silently, I guess it’s all thanks to you.

Carefully, he slipped out of their clutches, pulled on a pair of pants, and gathered his gear. Stepping out of the carriage, he was greeted by the sun rising in a crimson haze. He set his equipment on the ground and stretched, shaking his head to fully wake himself.

Glancing to the side, he noticed Alessandra lying on the ground several meters away, her eyes just opening as she looked toward him. He nodded, flashing her a grin, and she returned it—an unspoken understanding passing between them.

He slipped on his shirt and gear, then leapt into the forest.

“Time to find some food for the ladies.”