When I saw my husband wearing a chastity belt, a thrilling pleasure flowed through my whole body.
I looked down with a smile full of joy and climbed on top of him and clung to him tightly.
I whispered in his ear, smelling the warmth of my husband that I could feel with my whole body and his scent that satisfied me deep inside.
"Woohoohoo♥ Do you like it?"
"......"
Ian didn't say anything and just hugged my waist with a red face and gasping for breath.
"You're the bad one.... You really make me anxious... Sigh♥ Sometimes when I feel good, I'll let you go♥ Ah♥ Of course, since you allowed me, I'll enjoy it as much as I can♥ Got it?"
"... Yes."
My husband nodded with eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
The sight was so cute that I smiled strangely and kissed his cheek.
I got up and held out my hand to my husband.
"Come on, let's get up. Are you hungry?"
My husband got up holding my hand, and Ian hesitated for a moment before saying. ㅣ
"...... Grace."
"Huh?"
"........... Thank you."
"..... Hehe ♥ I'm more grateful ♥"
I looked at my husband who had changed his clothes with a warm smile and went out of the room with him.
After making my husband wear a chastity belt, Gaspard put me in the sarcophagus again under the pretext of an upgrade and soaked me in slime. When I tempted Gaspard with my heated hole, he didn't hesitate to put his dick in.
He said that he would test my performance if I got tired of tasting my body, and then led us to the place where we had sex as usual.
Surprisingly, Ian couldn't tell the difference at all even after switching with a sexroid several times over the course of a month.
In addition, Ian did not masturbate for over a month because of the sexroid's masturbation control and chastity belt.
'That's honestly... I thought I had to admit it, but it's too much...'
I was slightly touched by the fact that my husband never asked me or the sexroid for permission to masturbate, but I was more disappointed by the fact that he couldn't tell the difference between me and the sexroid.
Sometimes I would grumble because I was jealous of my husband with the sexroid...
Anyway, as those days passed, the festival was right around the corner.
The stone city of Marino, dyed in ash, threw off its dull colors and was covered in colorful fabrics.
As I walked to the event venue, I looked at the city full of energy and walked expressionlessly, imitating the sexroid as usual.
Ian blushed and rubbed his thighs as he looked at the naked sexroids walking around the streets, but Chastity Belt firmly carried out his mission.
And our steps reached the square.
A large crowd of people coming and going through the entrance of a large-scale circular stadium like an arena, naked sexroids entering one after another in front of the reception desk...
Gaspal immediately headed towards the line of sexroids waiting in line.
"Hey, hey, come in!! Mr. Gaspal! I heard you got some really great material, hahaha."
At that moment, a tall man with a handsome appearance and hair that was completely slicked back approached us with his arms spread out.
"Roban....."
At Gaspal's displeased gaze, the man called Roban smiled slyly.
"By the way, thank goodness. Mr. Gaspar, I heard you're in a slump and can't get out of it..... Hmm, thanks to the sexroid behind you, did you take care of your health?"
"Hmm.... You're not a part-timer."
"This is too poor of treatment~! I'm really worried! What, just a little bit? Hmm, oh, excuse me, I'm being rude in front of a beautiful lady and a handsome gentleman."
Lovan, who had been laughing at Gaspar, soon saw me, the sexroid, and Ian standing behind him, stepped forward, and grabbed my hand.
When I, who was startled, glanced at Ian with trembling eyes, Ian opened his eyes wide and blinked.
Lovan kissed the back of my hand and said with a smile.
"It's nice to meet you. My lady, my name is Roban. I really didn't expect such a beautiful person to come to our city..... I should have searched more carefully. What is your name, lady...."
"Oh, over there, Grace is here."
Will my husband notice?
My heart, which was filled with anticipation and anxiety that my husband would get angry if he noticed, completely sank at the words that came out of Ian's mouth.
'......... Is this true... No, usually, when I, say something like that...... Haa....'
I glanced at my husband as if I was a little dumbfounded, and I closed my eyes and held back a sigh that was welling up at my husband's truly terrifying gaze.
Roban, who looked back and forth between me and Ian with bewildered eyes at my husband's words, nodded as if he had noticed something, then extended his hand to Ian with a smile on his face as if he was sorry.
"I'm sorry about this. As expected, you're Mr. Gaspal. It's nice to meet you, who made such a realistic sexroid. My name is Roban, but... what's your name?"
"Oh, my name is Ian."
"Um, um, you really have a great wife."
"She's more than enough for me."
The husband hugged the sexroid's waist even tighter as he spoke, and his proud tone made him pout secretly.
"This time seems like it'll be a good match anyway. Well, I'll see you on stage next time. Mr. Gaspal, Mr. Ian, and... Ms. Grace."
Roban greeted him politely, looked at Gaspal, Ian, and finally the sexroid, and gave me a crescent moon-shaped smile before quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"You're still an annoying guy..."
"Huh? Why? You seemed polite?"
"Huh."
Gaspal snorted and walked roughly as if he was being spiteful.
"Gaspal's sexroid registration is complete. Sexroid, this way."
"Hmm."
After registering at the reception desk, I glanced at Ian and the sexroid who were flirting.
"Hehehe, isn't there a lot to see here? Honey~♥ I want to see♥"
"Oh, oh, hehehe, is that right?"
'Euuuu!! You can't even recognize your wife and are laughing so hard!! Tsk!! Tsk! Tsk!!!'
At the sight of my husband laughing so hard without even being able to tell his wife apart, deep inside my heart, dark and sincere jealousy and disappointment began to boil.
I puffed out my cheeks, wrinkled my face, and took a sullen step.
Ian tilted his head as he watched his wife's back moving with emotion, then moved forward at the urging of the sexroid.
The interior, which resembled an ancient Roman gladiator's waiting room, was uniquely unique, but I felt a sense of loss at the fact that my husband had not recognized me until the end, and I made a gloomy expression.
The jealousy and disappointment that had been seething subsided and turned into a black, sticky lake.
The sense of loss that my husband had been stolen by the onahole that was floating above it rose like a pillar.
As the pillar of loss, thickly colored with jealousy and disappointment, was embedded in my chest, I felt an unbearable sense of betrayal.
I bit my lower lip without realizing it, stuck my lips out, and sat on the chair in the players' waiting room, concentrating on Gaspard's words.
"The competition will proceed in a way that shows your abilities. You don't have to memorize anything or do anything, and when you are called to the center of the stadium, you just have to appeal to your sexual abilities there and that's it."
"Sexual ability?"
What are you talking about?
When I asked with a sullen face, Gaspar continued.
"I told you first, this competition has been held since ancient times by dwarves to create wives or surrogates."
And then he said this.
The first dwarf was created by the god by combing clay. The god of craftsmen was so focused on creating a race that could handle his dexterity that he realized he had forgotten to create the most important woman.
The god who was thinking for a moment, there was someone who stepped forward to give advice to the god, the first king of the dwarves and the one who created life with his own hands, Grom.
He saw the god worrying about a suitable partner for the dwarf and created the first sexroid with his own hands using clay.
He approached the god and offered his sexroid, saying, 'Don't worry about it. We each have different tastes, so I will comb my partner myself using the power my father gave me.'
The god looked at the beautiful sexroid presented to him and said with great joy.
'If you wish, so be it.' And he swept the sexroid and conceived a child, and Grom returned to the dwarves with the sexroid and presented the child born from his sexroid as the god's apostle and successor.
After that, during every festival, each person created the most beautiful sexroid they could think of, and they competed to see who could create the most amazing vagina and who could create the most beautiful appearance, and then the sexroid that was finally selected was offered to the apostle and conceived a child.
The sexroid selected in this way was declared the onahole chosen by the god, and the conceived child was treated with great respect in Marino as the god's child, and the craftsman became famous.
After hearing the whole story, I said with a dumbfounded expression.
"Uh... So if I win this competition, I have to conceive a child?"
"Hmm."
Gaspal nodded, and I looked at him in disbelief and said.
"No.... That was never mentioned."
"Don't worry. Even if you get pregnant, you will receive God's blessing and be able to give birth in an instant."
"That's not what I said! No! You have a husband and you want me to get pregnant? Do you think that makes sense?!"
"It's just a procedure that will be over in one day. And doesn't your husband think you're a sexroid? Don't worry. I'll keep him, so enjoy yourself. Besides, if you conceive a child of God, God will personally bless you, so it's not a bad thing. No, it's a blessing. Besides, there's a high chance that you won't be chosen."
I frowned, my pride hurt by Gaspard's words as if he didn't expect much.
'What are you talking about, you little brat...'
I looked around and soon felt a sense of superiority.
'And there are no hotter girls than me, so of course I win! Huh!'
I nodded while looking over her voluptuous body and soon thought of my husband.
Ian... By now...
I felt my stomach twist as I thought about my husband enjoying the festival with the sexroid, feeling negative emotions rising in my chest.
'Tsk, it's your fault.... You couldn't even tell the difference properly and fell for a piece of shit like Onahole! You couldn't even sleep!! Tsk! Tsk!!'
I raised my head as if I had made up my mind, my face distorted with jealousy as I criticized my husband.
"Okay. But what should I do?"
"Well, I'm glad you have the heart to do it. The prayer toward God is divided into three stages."
First stage Beauty
"First, you just have to hold a name tag and express the beauty of your body to the judges. Don't worry about this, it's simple."
Second stage Pleasure
"The next stage is determined by how much pleasure you can give to the man. Simply put, you just have to squeeze the dildo installed in the area you are most confident in. If you induce ejaculation in the fastest time possible, you will receive a high score, which means that the pleasure is high."
The long-awaited third stage Love
"Only a very small number of sexroids will proceed to this stage. Most will be eliminated in the second stage. The last is..."
I asked him with a puzzled expression after hearing his words.
"Oh, no, then I can't win! Uh, and if that was the case, why did you make that suggestion to me...!"
"It's okay. I didn't really think about winning... I didn't really expect it. That's why I said not to worry. Just do your best. It doesn't matter if you don't pass all of them. I'll make the weapon you want. If... if you pass all of them... hmm, well, you guys will figure it out."
As his words came to mind, my husband came to mind belatedly, and I rubbed my thighs at the thrilling pleasure that surged up in my mind.
'If... if you pass the third stage...'
I lowered my head and licked my lips seductively.
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