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The two maids, Robin and Theresa, seized Andy by the arms and hauled him to the door on the right side of the Reception Room. As he entered the door, opened by Theresa with a key, Andy saw a large hallway with numerous doors, each marked with numbers. They were all locked with heavy locks, creating an atmosphere of mystery and oppression.
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn~!"
"Annhhh! Annhhhh!"
"Lick my foot! Ooh, I love it!"
"Ah! Annhh! Anhh! Annhhh!"
Moans of pleasure—sharp, feminine cries—spilled from the sealed rooms as they dragged Andy onward down the hallway. Finally, they reached a door secured with numerous locks. Theresa pulled another key from between her cleavage and opened the door, taking Andy inside before locking it again with the same key.
The interior of the room was spacious, with a desk similar to Roxanne's at one end and, in the center, a small stool with a rope hanging from the ceiling. At the bottom of the room, to the right, there was another door.
"We should heal him first," Robin said, her voice icy, "before starting the physical recognition".
"You're right," replied Theresa.
They dropped Andy's arms, letting him fall to the ground. Theresa approached the desk and pulled out a green glass bottle from one of the drawers. She then approached the helpless Andy with a smile on her lips and said, "Open your mouth if you want to regain control of your body."
All Andy wanted at that moment was to regain control of his body. So, obediently, he opened his mouth as Theresa opened the bottle and poured the green contents into it. In a matter of seconds, Andy could feel his body again, which had almost been destroyed by Roxanne. Robin cut the ropes that bound him, freeing his arms and legs. Once free, Andy stood up and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"
Ignoring his question, Robin grabbed the front of Andy's shirt with both hands and ripped it apart in one swift motion, tearing the fabric from his body. Andy, caught off guard, exclaimed in a furious tone, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing, bitch! This shirt came from Italy!" It was the second time that day his beautiful Italian shirt was damaged.
Ignoring Andy's anger, Robin threw the shirt to the floor.
"Now the pants," said Robin in an inexpressive tone.
"What?" Andy asked, confused.
Gripping his legs, she yanked his trousers down, stripping off his shoes in one swift move, leaving him only in his white boxers. Andy didn't mind being naked in front of women, but he did mind that his fancy suit was in tatters.
Robin easily lifted Andy, put him over her shoulders, and placed him on the stool in the center of the room. She deftly lifted Andy's arms and tied his hands with the rope hanging from the ceiling, dangling him in the air like an exposed piece of meat.
"Knock, Knock,"
Someone knocked at the door. Theresa, who had locked it earlier, opened it again, and another woman stepped in. She was strikingly short, barely reaching 1.30 m in height, her short black hair framing her face, yellow eyes glinting behind large glasses. The diminutive maid captured Andy's attention, his gaze instantly locked on the hypnotic sway of her massive, overflowing tits. Despite her petite, almost girlish stature, those enormous globes—round, heavy, and straining the seams of her maid uniform—seemed to defy her delicate frame, their sheer size teasing through the tight fabric, aching to spill free. Her gaze was as expressionless as Robin's.
"You are late, Nora," said Robin.
Lowering her head in apology, the newcomer, named Nora, replied, "I'm so sorry to be late." She approached the desk, sat on the chair, and pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill pen.
"We can start," said Nora and continued, "First test, the ranking of the dick?"
Shaking her head, Robin lowered Andy's white boxers, completely releasing his big, fleshy cock.
"In the name of Veldra...!" Exclaimed the three maids at the same time, surprised. They had never in their lives seen such a large cock.
Andy couldn't help but smile when he saw their surprised faces. He knew by experience that when a woman saw his cock for the first time, she would first be frightened, then analyze it, and finally get so excited that she would be willing to have sex at any time, even on the street.
"Then what they want is sex," Andy thought. Like a light switch, in 0.2 seconds, he raised and hardened his cock. Now, even more surprised to see the erection, they noticed that the length and thickness of his cock were even larger.
"N-Nora, what rank do we give this cock?" asked Robin, her poker face gone, replaced by one of complete discomfort.
Returning to reality, Nora replied, "Huh?... Yes... the highest rank, the Dragon."
In this world, five ranks are used to classify the size of a penis from larger to smaller:
Small Penis: Mushroom Rank.
Medium Penis: Zucchini Rank.
Big Penis: Horse Rank.
Huge Penis: Dragon Rank.
Writing the penis rank on the paper, Nora continued with the next test, "Next, Sperm Quality."
Robin nodded silently, her eyes locked on Andy. She knelt beneath his massive erect cock with an almost mechanical precision. She unfastened the top of her maid's outfit, letting it fall to reveal her colossal, mouthwatering tits, the silky skin catching the faint glow of the dim light, pink nipples hard and eager, sticking out like delicate buds. The room grew heavy with tension as she grasped Andy's massive cock with both hands, her fingers barely encircling its girth, an icy expression on her face, professional, as if this were just another task on her list. She couldn't see Andy's face—not because she didn't want to, but because the sheer thickness of his cock, obscenely prominent, blocked her view, casting a heavy shadow over her face.
"Let's get this over with," she muttered, her tone frigid, and leaned forward, her lips closing around the swollen tip. Slurp! Slish! Her tongue swirled with expert precision, tracing the veins, her head bobbing as she sucked hard, her massive tits swaying with each motion.
Andy gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing. Fuck, she's good, he thought, but his incredible stamina—honed in his past life of relentless fucking—kept him from reacting. Robin's cold eyes narrowed, her tongue flicking faster, her lips stretching to take more of his length. Slosh! Slurp! She worked him with ruthless skill, but Andy's cock remained defiant, throbbing but unyielding. Frustration crept into her mind. What the hell? Is an Alien's cock different so? No man resists me this long! She doubled her efforts, one hand stroking his shaft while the other massaged his heavy balls, her tongue swirling around the glans.
"Still nothing?" Theresa chuckled, her crimson eyes glinting. "Robin, you losing your touch?" Nora, standing frozen, stared at Andy's cock, her yellow eyes wide with shock. "It's… so fucking huge," she whispered, her usually inexpressive face cracking with awe. Robin ignored them, her cold facade fraying as she grew desperate. She pressed her massive tits around Andy's cock, enveloping it in soft, warm flesh, and began a furious titfuck, her nipples grazing his skin as she sucked the tip harder. Fwap! Fwap! Slosh! The wet sounds filled the room, her navy-blue hair bouncing, her ass jiggling in her tight skirt.
Andy's green eyes flickered, a low grunt escaping his lips, but he held firm, his stamina inhuman. I've fucked sluts like you into submission. You're nothing, he thought, smirking despite the ropes. Robin's frustration boiled over. This fucking Alien prick! Why won't he cum? She tried everything: kneading his balls, licking the sensitive underside, even humming to send vibrations through his shaft. Her tits slapped against him, her lips stretched painfully, but Andy's cock only pulsed, unyielding. "Fuck this," she muttered, her voice losing its icy edge, now tinged with exasperation.
Robin's frustration boiled over, her thoughts screaming. This fucking Alien prick! I'm the best, and he's making me look like a novice! She doubled down, licking the sensitive underside of his cock, her tongue drilling into his slit, her hands massaging his balls with desperate intensity. She even grazed her teeth lightly, hoping to shock him into release. Nothing. Her icy facade cracked, her face flushing with effort, her emerald eyes blazing. "Cum, you fucking bastard!" she hissed, her voice losing its cold edge, now raw with exasperation. She spat on his cock again, sucking with all her might, her tits bouncing furiously, her skirt riding up to reveal her soaked panties.
Andy's body finally tensed, his cock pulsing violently. Robin sensed victory, her lips stretching as she sucked harder, her hands stroking frantically. "Do it, you prick!" she growled, her voice hoarse. With a guttural roar, Andy's resistance shattered. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! A torrent of thick, white cum flooded her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she choked, unable to contain the deluge. "Mmph!" she gasped, pulling back, but the eruption continued, spraying her face, her navy-blue hair, and her massive tits. Spurt! Spurt! Andy's cock pulsed uncontrollably, coating her maid's outfit in a thick, glistening layer of semen, soaking her stockings and dripping onto the floor.
From the corner, Theresa watched, her eyes glinting with a perverse thrill. "He cums like a fountain," she murmured, her voice low and warped. She licked her lips, eyeing Andy's impassive face, his lack of reaction to Robin's blowjob as if his monstrous cock wasn't satisfied, made her perversely aroused.
Robin collapsed back, panting, her face and tits drenched, her outfit ruined by the sticky, creamy load. "Fucking… Alien," she gasped, her voice hoarse, her cold demeanor replaced by raw frustration and grudging respect. Theresa laughed, wiping a stray drop from her cheek. "That's some premium seed. He's definitely brothel material." Nora, still frozen, stared at the mess, her yellow eyes bulging. "It's… too much," she stammered, her tiny frame trembling, her inexpressive mask shattered by the sheer volume.
On the other hand, inside Andy's head, he couldn't help thinking that Robin was good at giving blow jobs, but she wasn't the best compared to the other sluts he had been with. Despite her deft tongue tricks, something was missing: a spark, a connection that hadn't ignited between them. However, as he watched her rise, with almost graceful movements despite being stained with semen, he felt strangely captivated by her.
Robin rose to her feet, slow and unsteady, her eyes flicking to her uniform—cum dripping from her tits, spit dangling from her lips. Frustration etched her face, as if she'd flunked some unspoken trial. I guess it wasn't what he expected, she thought, her mind reeling from the strange, charged encounter.
"Hey," she muttered, swiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "you didn't even twitch. What's your deal?" she shot at Andy, her tone sharp.
Suspended by the rope, Andy tilted his head, a sly smirk curling his lips. "You're good, bitch. Just not on my level."
Her brows arched, irritation mingling with a spark of intrigue. "Oh, really? What's your level then?"
Andy leaned forward as far as the ropes allowed, his voice dipping into a low, taunting murmur. "Something with more… fire. But don't sweat it—I'll let you try again."
Robin huffed, folding her arms beneath her drenched chest. "This time I will squeeze you."
Theresa snickered from the sidelines, clapping her hands with glee. "Oh, this is gonna be a blast to watch!"
Robin stepped toward Andy, her hips swaying with intent to devour his cock once more, but before she could close the distance, Nora's sharp voice sliced through the tension. "Robin, that's enough."
"I can't stop...if I can't get him satisfied, how am I supposed to do this job right?" Robin replied, her voice dripping with sulky frustration.
"Do you want Madam Roxanne to catch wind of your little tantrum?" Nora warned in return, her tone laced with dark authority, though Theresa—the superior among them—merely watched, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she nibbled her nail, her red eyes roaming Andy's muscular, suspended body with unabashed hunger.
The mere whisper of Roxanne's name sent a shiver through Robin, her defiance softening into a reluctant, quivering surrender.
Nora's gaze softened, her composure returning as she leaned closer to Robin. "So, Robin, what's his Sperm Quality?"
"Great Stud Supreme God," Robin answered, her voice flat as she named the highest sperm quality.
A man's semen is also a valuable commodity in the Murk Kingdom, where men suffer from low fertility and more women than men are usually born in the kingdom. As a result, semen is a highly valued commodity on the market, and its price may vary depending on its quality.
Low Quality: Great Stud.
High Quality: Great Stud King.
Very High Quality: Great Stud Supreme God.
"Well, you can go wash, Robin. Theresa and I will take care of the final examination," said Nora.
"It's ok." With those words, Robin opened the closed door and went out, not without looking at Andy for the last time.
"Well, Andy, it's time to finish the test. Theresa, please release him and take him to the bedroom," Nora ordered.
Theresa nodded and walked over to Andy, who remained naked, to untie the ropes that kept him suspended in the air. Carefully, she took his shoulders and walked together towards the mysterious door inside the room.
Nora announced the last test, "Final Recognition: Sexual Stamina."