A miracle occurred on that day.
The three Pegasus Knights who acted as the symbol of the Holy
Pegasus Kingdom had their idol debut at a concert held in the Royal Arts
Theatre’s great hall.
“Will the people really turn up for a concert by some
amateur girls?”
A lot of skepticism was flying around, but those fears
proved to be unfounded.
The tickets ran out almost as soon as they were available
and people rushed to fill the standing room that did not require a ticket.
Since the concert was not strictly part of their duties, entrance was free and
the money for the venue, the equipment, and the staff had to be made through
sales of video and audio disks.
“Thank you all so much for coming to see our first concert!”
The leader of the knights waved her hand and raised her voice with her gorgeous blonde hair swaying behind her.
The royal opera was a high-class pastime that the commoners
knew nothing about, but the knights’ performance was designed to be easily
understood and enjoyable for anyone who might be watching.
“Damn, I’m pretty sure we just saw history being made!”
“I’m riding this new wave into the future!”
“Ohhhhh! We’ve gotta tell everyone!”
After singing and dancing for so long, Tifa’s bangs were
plastered to her brow with sweat, but her handsome face was alight with
excitement.
With the colorful spotlights shining on the girls and the
live accompaniment of the royal band, the concert was the most beautiful and
gorgeous thing any commoner or noble had ever seen.
The audience packed into the hall was focused on the girls’
every move, entranced by their lovely choreography, soothed by their beautiful
singing voices, and excited to the point of making several standing ovations.
“Now, I wish it weren’t so, but this will be our final
song.”
“Ehhh? We’re already on the last one, Misaka?”
The crowd expressed agreement with the brown-haired girl, but
they had already run well over the scheduled ending time.
The music started to play and the girls took their positions
with light steps before they twirled, took a stronger step, and jumped high. The
cheers only grew louder.
“We will end the concert with our own theme song! From today
onward, we are your idols. We are the Pegasus Knights no more! We are PGS3!! Now,
listen to Eternal Pegasus Knight!”
The audience numbers utterly smashed every one of the
traditional Royal Arts Theatre’s records.
The miraculous idol unit, PGS3, had made waves with their
debut.
The shock of PGS3’s debut did not end with their first
concert.
When Finance Minister Blumberg reviewed the sales of the
video and audio disks, he assumed it had two extra zeros added by mistake and asked
his aide to rerun the numbers.
“Minister, there is no mistake. The sales of video and audio
disks from the Pegasus Knights – no, PGS3’s first concert only continue to
rise.”
“I-I can’t believe it. And you’re telling me everything but
their required expenses goes straight into the treasury?”
Blumberg had heard of a machine that could record video and
audio and then play it back later, but he had assumed it would only be used for
making records of important government meetings or public works and that it
would not catch on with the general public for a long, long time to come.
“I never imagined so many people out there want to see young
girls sing and dance.”
“The thing is, minister, the Pegasus Knights were already
very popular with the people. And from what I have heard, they sang and danced
at an expert level.”
“Hm…”
Those knights had been nothing but a burden kept around for
no more than tradition.
But if they could bring in some unexpected profit, he was
not above using that. Even if their goal was to ensure the knights survived.
“Here, minister. These are the Pegasus Knights’ requests for
an additional public performance and an autograph event.”
The Finance Minister’s belly shook with laughter as he
cheerfully signed the requests.
“Hwehhhhh, I’m sooooo tired!”
The brunette girl collapsed into the waiting room sofa. The
black ponytail girl walked in after her and sat in front of the dresser while
gulping down a drink.
“I can barely move my arm after giving so many autographs.”
“Great work, you two. Today’s miniconcert and autograph
event were a huge success.”
The knight girls had given surprise miniconcerts and
autograph events ever since their debut concert.
Word of mouth had spread after the success of that first
concert and the video disks, audio disks, and disk players were always sold
out. The factory city of Crayano was apparently jumping for joy at the great
number of disk player orders coming in.
The concerts themselves were volunteer events with no
entrance fee, so all the money was made from the disks and the various PGS3
goods Misaka had arranged to be made: stickers, shirts, notepads, keychains,
etc. with their logo on them. Everything beyond their required expenses went to
the treasury, which was a huge boon to the kingdom’s welfare work.
“The people enjoy our concerts, the concerts help the
kingdom, and that keeps the knights safe,” said Tifa. “This whole idea has been
a success in every way!”
“That’s true,” said Misaka. “But, Charl, how many times do I
have to tell you not to shake their hands during the autograph events? You
can’t get through such a long line if you take time to do that.”
“Yeah, but I can’t help but do it when they ask for a
handshake.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” insisted Tifa.
“Yes, it is,” insisted Misaka. “If we don’t follow the rules
with everyone, some of the fans might feel they’re being treated unfairly.”
“Th-that is a good point. Charl, the rules are important.”
“Okayyyy.”
Misaka grinned cruelly while Tifa and Charl weren’t looking.
Those two did not know the real reason she had insisted on the “no handshakes”
rule.
“That said, Tifa. I don’t think we can do much to increase
PGS3’s fame in this way. We need to think up a new way to gather attention.”
“What do you mean?”
Tifa looked confused and the black-haired genius nodded
solemnly.
“Improving our singing and dancing will have diminishing
returns at this point. And if we keep doing pretty much the same thing, people
will lose interest. We always need to be drawing the people’s attention with
new events.”
“I-I see. You’ve thought this through.”
“Ehh? What’s this about? Are we gonna do some more fun
things, Misaka?”
“Heh heh heh,” laughed the black-haired girl, but there was
no smile in her eyes.
“Hey, did you see the PR mag? PGS3 has a hell of a project
planned.”
“Yeah, I saw! This is gonna be worth watching!”
The castle town was talking about little else of late.
Before, the kingdom’s PR magazine had been a dreary,
businesslike affair that only discussed legislative actions, epidemics of
disease, bandit attacks, and other things the commoners didn’t really care
about.
But ever since the knight girls’ idol debut, the magazine
had dedicated a section to reporting on their activities, providing info on the
release of their new songs, and announcing where and when the next concert
would be.
With so many more people interested in reading it, the
number of copies being published had skyrocketed. The kingdom had been forced
to start charging for the magazine, but that had done nothing to stop people
from seeking it out.
“I didn’t see this coming. Whichever knight wins the
popularity poll gets to sing in the center!”
“I-I’m definitely voting for Tifa! How could I vote for
anyone else!?”
“Are you daft? Who wouldn’t vote for Charlotte?”
“Misaka is my wife…sigh, in my dreams anyway.”
The three girls all had their own unique charm, so the
castle town was abuzz with talk about who would win the popularity poll.
People would ask everyone they met who they were voting for
and they would argue heatedly that their favorite knight girl was the most adorable
and the best suited to be center. They would get into arguments when someone
didn’t agree and some fistfights had even broken out.
The knights had reacted swiftly by distributing a free video
disk telling people not to fight over them, but that had just led people to
argue over which one was cutest in that video. The battle of the knight stans
was only heating up.
“This has gathered a lot more interest than I ever imagined.
I hope it doesn’t get out of hand.”
Tifa sighed worriedly back at their station, but Misaka
snorted with laughter.
“This just shows how peaceful the kingdom is. It’s a good
thing.”
“I love getting so many letters cheering me on every day,”
said Charl. “I think you two are prettier, but this is still lots of fun. It’s
like a festival.”
Yes, they sort of had begun a festival that involved all the
kingdom’s people.
Until recently, the knight girls had only ever made public
appearances at the founding parade, but now they were the center of attention
all the time.
Instead of the dashing knights who protected the people from
monsters, they were being celebrated as idols beloved by all. To be blunt, the
people would continue supporting them no matter who was chosen as their center.
Misaka was sure of it.
“Hey, Misaka. Isn’t it about time we decided how the people
vote? Will it be like the voting for a referendum?”
Misaka shook her beautiful ponytailed head at her friend’s
reasonable question.
“Don’t be silly. The Election Management Committee isn’t
going to help us. That’s the general affairs minister’s jurisdiction, not the finance
minister.”
“Then what if we give everyone a ball and they put them in
big baskets!”
“That’s a great idea, Charl. The problem is I doubt every
single person cares about the vote.”
“Then what do we do?”
Tifa tilted her head and Misaka gave a clear answer.
“We call it a vote, but this isn’t a real election. The
center just has to be whoever is most popular among our fans. Which means…”
“Yes?”
Tifa T. Canesman would later say that Misaka’s smile in that
moment was a truly ghastly thing.
“We don’t actually have to restrict each person to a single
vote, do we?”
The following day, the voting method for the PGS3 Center Poll was announced.
Each copy of their soon-to-be-released new song’s audio disk
would come with a single voting slip. And there was no limit on how many copies
of the disk any one person could buy.
That meant people could get as many votes as disks they
could buy and they could cast those votes for their idol of their choice. And
the most obsessive fans – more than 90% of whom were male – already had their
souls firmly in the grasp of the knight girls’ charm.
“Misaka, you scare me sometimes!”
Tifa shuddered when she heard the full scope of this plan
from her childhood friend.
“Why would this frighten you? The more the disks sell, the
more money goes to the treasury. The funding for medical welfare and education
support has never been better. Public works projects are expanding across the
board, so the unemployment rate is dropping and the increased number of guards
along the roads has allowed more and stabler foreign imports. The economic benefits
are incalculable.”
Misaka showed off an article in the PR magazine.
It showed the economic improvements and increased life
satisfaction of the people since PGS3 had begun their idol activities.
Industrial groups were praising PGS3’s idol activities and calling the new
economic structure Peganomics.
“Th-that doesn’t make it okay to fleece our fans of all
their money.”
“Tifa.” The black-haired girl placed her hands on her old
friend’s shoulders. “We aren’t forcing anyone to buy these disks. As long as a
small child can save up their allowance and buy our disk, then we’re satisfied.
But some of our fans have far more money than a child.” Misaka spun around in a
somewhat theatrical way. “Yes, those with plenty should provide for those with
too little! When a single passionate fan buys dozens of disks, their money is
eventually used to assist the people who require government assistance!”
“Wow, Misaka! You do a great evil queen impression!”
After silencing Charlotte’s unintentional insult with a
glare, Misaka glanced through a document labeled “Fan Appreciation Project” and
frowned.
“It’s true the idea to promote disk sales was mine, but wasn’t
this fan appreciation event yours, Tifa?”
Misaka had not meant it as a compliment, but the blonde girl
took it as one.
“Heh heh! Of course! I wracked my
brains to find the best way to show our appreciation. The point is to thank our
fans for their support, after all.”
“Maybe so, but- ugh, forget it.
Just don’t blame me when it goes wrong.”
Later, their new song was
released on a “PGS3 Fan Appreciation Disk” and their biggest fans were given an
even greater surprise.
That day, Francis, heir to the prestigious
Charlton family, dressed up in plain, commoner attire and walked to a certain
event hall.
A large crowd had gathered there
and the people were waiting impatiently for the event to begin. Most were
commoners and all of them were men. Francis had avoided dressing like a noble
just in case someone might recognize him, but as the starting time approached,
he no longer cared.
“At long last. I might be heir to
the Charlton family, but that does not bring me even close to their rank as
knights. Yet all it took to meet them like this was buying disks en masse.”
The men around him had to feel
the same way. They were all chanting mysterious incantations like “Tifa is my
wife”, “Misaka is my life”, or “Charlotte is a cutie-pie”. Many of them seemed
out of breath with bloodshot eyes.
“I didn’t expect it to be so
crowded. I thought this was limited to only the fans who found a winning ticket
with their disk.”
Francis pulled his winning ticket
from his pocket. Some of the fans nearby spotted it and a chubby man showed off
his own ticket.
“Another lucky winner, eh? Meh
hee hee hee.”
“Heh. Your PGS3 love pales in
comparison to mine. Behold: 7 handshake tickets!”
“Wait, you only have
handshake tickets?”
“W-what’s that supposed to
mean!?”
The tickets had come packaged
with the PGS3 Fan Appreciation Disk containing their new song.
Every single disk had come with
one of the popularity contest voting slips, but some (the rumor was 1 in 10) also
came with a handshake ticket.
PGS3 almost never shook fans
hands at autograph events, so the chance to make physical contact with the
knight girls had the fans buying multiple disks – sometimes dozens.
“Geh heh heh heh. You poor
ignorant fool.”
The chubby man flashed a silver
ticket in front of Francis’s face.
It said it gave access to a
“secret handshake event” with PGS3. It was clearly fancier than Francis’s
handshake tickets and the chubby man was lording it over him.
“Rumor has it these silver
tickets were only packaged in 1 out of 100 disks. T-to be honest, I spent my entire
spring bonus to get it.”
“I-I don’t believe it…”
“Hah! You’re the real fool if you
think a mere silver ticket is worth bragging about!”
“What!?” shouted both Francis and
the chubby man.
A finely dressed gentleman – who
could have passed for one of the knight girls’ fathers – held a ticket that
glittered with a golden light.
The ticket’s fancy text called it
a “Super VIP Service Ticket” and Francis prostrated in front of the man.
“N-no one told me there was a
secret handshake event after the normal one…or that there is some kind of Super
VIP Service beyond that! If only I were the head of the family already! I could
have bought up every disk I could find!”
But, thought Francis.
If the silver ticket had odds of
1-in-100, how rare was the golden ticket?
And how many disks must have been
bought for this many people to have them? The thought frightened him. At this
point, PGS3 was more than just an idol group.
They were a powerful force in the
kingdom’s economy.
“Thank you all for waiting. The
PGS3 fan interaction event will now begin.”
On the instructions of some
officials, the many fans formed three lines.
The people at the front entered
another room to shake the knight girls’ hands. Most of the fans had multiple
handshake tickets, so after shaking one girl’s hand, they would get back in
line and wait to shake a different one’s hand.
“Tifa, you will always have my
support!”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
The handshake lasted less than
ten seconds and the fan only reluctantly let go of Tifa’s hand before getting
in a different line.
“Misaka, I love your cool
persona.”
“Thank you. Next, please.”
“Charl, you look even more like a
doll up close!”
“Eh heh heh. Thanks.”
Shake. Thank you. Shake. I’m a
huge fan.
Francis used up all of his
tickets and focused on the lingering sensation of the girl’s soft hands. But
with his seven tickets gone, he had to leave the event hall while the fans with
gold and silver tickets remained.
“Phew, that took forever,” said
Charl. “I can barely move my hand.”
“Let’s hope you can,” said
Misaka. “We have a lot of work ahead of us.”
Misaka breathed a sigh of
exasperation and Tifa gave her a gentle hug.
“Yes, it’s time we showed our
fans some real appreciation. We must thank them for all their support.”
“Ugh, why didn’t I just reject
your idea?”
Misaka was annoyed, but Tifa
laughed it off as a joke.
“Okay, Misaka, Charl. Let’s show
them just how much we appreciate them!”
“Um, um, let’s do this!” shouted
Charl.
“Ohhhh!”
“Sigh…”
When the three knight girls
appeared back in the event hall, a stir ran through the fans holding silver
tickets. The three sat back in the same seats as before.
“Everyone here has a silver
ticket? That’s more than I expected.”
There were well over 50 fans
still gathered.
The fans with golden tickets would
be watching from another room, but none of them knew what the Secret Handshake
Event or the Super VIP Service were.
But they knew it had to be more
than a simple handshake.
“Thank you all for waiting.
Please line up in the order of the numbered tickets you have been given. Now,
the front of the line may enter.”
“O-okay!”
A wealthy-looking man stepped
forward. He was told to choose one of the three and walked over to the
beautiful blonde.
“Now, if you will excuse me.”
When he saw her slender hand
reach out, he assumed this was just another handshake and some disappointment showed
on his face. But that changed to surprise when Tifa’s hand continued on down
and grabbed his crotch.
“Eh heh heh heh. A gentle massage
here and you will be nice and hard, won’t you?”
“Wh-whaaaaat!?”
Misaka and Charl were also
reaching for a fan’s crotch, so the crowd went nuts.
“O-ohhhhh!?”
Feminine fingers skillfully
opened the front of the first fan’s pants and pulled out his mostly-flaccid
penis.
“Oh, you’re still not all that hard.”
“Tifa, what are you doing!?”
Tifa wrapped the penis in her
hand and gently stroked it.
The man’s eyes widened, but the
soft sensation of her hand caused his penis to rapidly grow big and hard.
“O-ohhh…Tifa is rubbing my d-dick!”
“Hee hee. Now that’s more like
it. Ooh, and a very manly smell too.”
When the blonde girl leaned over,
sniffed at the penis head from mere centimeters away, and licked her lips, the
fans finally realized the true meaning of this secret event. Thinking it looked
like the girl was about to swallow that cock – which was precisely her plan –
all the gathered men soon had large bulges in their pants.
“You all had the good fortune to
find a silver ticket, so feel free to shoot your load whenever you’re ready.”
“Um! I have ticket #2! M-Misaka,
I-I choose you!”
“Please step forward and pull
your penis out yourself.”
After Misaka’s blunt request, the
young man stuck out his swollen cock. She sighed once before giving him a very
businesslike handjob.
“Ohhh, I love that icy attitude!”
Misaka never gave us much
fanservice as the other two, but that had attracted the fans who got off to
being treated with contempt.
“I want you, Charl.”
“Yay, thank you! I’m still new to
playing with penises, but I’ll do my very best!”
The brunette girl held the erect
penis in both hands and rocked her entire body back and forth as she rubbed up
and down it. Once the pink head poked out from the foreskin, she laughed
innocently.
“No…I can’t believe it. The PGS3
girls are holding men’s dicks and smiling.”
Some of the men fell to their
knees as their image of the idols collapsed, but Tifa smiled over at them.
“This is just our way of saying
thanks to our biggest fans.”
“T-Tifa…”
“We would be nothing without our
fans, so this is the least we can do to thank you!”
The knight girl’s pure and honest
words moved the fans to emotion.
“Sh-she’s right! Whether they’re
singing, dancing, or jerking off their fans, PGS3 are still PGS3!”
“In fact, this just shows how
much they care!”
“PGS3 and cocks are the perfect
combination!”
The fans raised their fists in
the air and praised the knight girls with tears in their eyes.
Tifa answered their cheers by
unbuttoning her top and baring her splendid breasts. Countless gazes
immediately gathered on the heavily-jiggling mounds.
“Hee hee. I’m not just showing
them off. I can use them like this.”
“Ohhhhhh! My dick is buried in
Tifa’s tits!”
She held the erection between her
soft and sweaty breasts and then shook them up and down to rub at it.
The man clenched his teeth at the
perfect bounciness and smoothness. The titjob was so powerful he feared he
would cum in no time otherwise. The precum leaking from the tip showed just how
much pleasure he was experiencing.
“Hey, hey. Do you want me to do
that too?”
After seeing what Tifa was doing,
Charl bared her own breasts and placed her man’s erection between them.
“Nwahhhh! Charl, you’re the
b-best!”
“Eh heh heh. I’ve got another
trick up my sleeve.”
With mounds just as big as Tifa’s
surrounding the shaft, she stuck her tongue out toward the head poking from her
cleavage.
As soon as she tickled the
urethra with her tongue tip, his cum erupted out.
“Kyah!? Huh, wuh, wuh? You came
already?”
The girl smiled innocently with
thick cum dripping from her nose.
“Th-this is fine! I still have 5 silver
tickets.”
“Hey, you came, so it’s my turn
now! Heh hee hee. I’m next, Charl. Suck my dick!”
“Wow, your penis is so big!”
The small girl opened her mouth
as wide as it would go and filled her mouth with cock.
She couldn’t fit the entire
length inside her mouth, so she wrapped her fingers around the rest of the
shaft and stroked it while audibly sucking at the tip. A cry of pleasure
escaped the man’s throat.
“Khhh, such a tiny tongue working
at my giant cock! I love it!”
“Hmph,” snorted the black-haired
girl when she saw her two colleagues happily pleasuring penises with their
breasts.
“M-Misaka?”
“I can’t provide that service
since my chest isn’t as large as theirs. Please don’t expect the impossible.”
“I prefer your smaller size! It’s
you or nothing for me!”
Misaka turned her head aside to
ignore the young man’s passionate claim.
But she did bare her breasts and
rub her pink nipples against his dick. She maintained her cold and blunt tone,
but the young man’s hips trembled in pleasure all the same.
“Hmph. If you like boobs like
these so much, then hurry up and cum.”
“Ahh, your nipples feel so good!”
“Hm, this is taking forever. Next
two in line, come here. I’ll do you all at once.”
Two more men approached while
stroking their cocks. They stood on either side of her and pushed their lower
stomachs toward her face.
“I-I love arrogant girls like
you. I jerk off every day watching your video disks.”
“I love your black hair! My dick
just about explodes when I imagine how it must feel!”
A penis rubbed against each of
the exotic girl’s cheeks and the man on her left stroked her ponytail.
After he had stroked his hand
through her hair several times, she wrapped her ponytail around his dick.
“Ohhhhh!?”
“You like my hair, don’t you? And
you I’ll do orally.”
“Ohhh, a Pegasus Knight is
actually sucking my dick!”
“Nh, nhh…such a strong flavor.”
She gave them a bewitching smile
while stroking one with her ponytail and sucking the other with her mouth. She
also rubbed her stiff nipples against the urethra of the young man in front of
her.
She was taking on three men at
once, but she was the one in complete control. Her skilled handjob, blowjob,
and nipple rubbing had them sweating and doing everything they could to avoid
blowing their loads.
“C’mon, you’ve got a line behind
you. I’m sure you have multiple tickets, right? We’ll get you off once per
ticket, so squirt that filthy cock juice from those pathetic erections
already.”
With that, she licked her lips
and deepthroated the one cock while rapidly stroking the other one.
The fans who had only known her
as the historical and traditional Pegasus Knight were bowled over by her
technique that would put a high-quality sex worker to shame. Who could have
predicted those knight girls knew exactly how to handle a penis?
“Nh, the flavor is getting
stronger. Are you about to cum?”
“No…not yet!”
“Ahhh, that silky smooth black
hair…i-it’s too much!”
Milky cum squirted all over her
glossy black hair and even onto her cheek. Then the young man having his
urethra teased by her nipple shot his smelly sap all over her neck and
collarbones.
The heat and powerful smell sent
a tremor through her body and she sucked even harder at the cock still in her
mouth.
“Ohhh, you’re sucking so hard!
Mwohhhhh!”
A massive load of semen was
pumped into her mouth, sticking thickly to the back of her throat. She briefly
shut her eyes as she worked her throat to gulp it down.
“Now, who’s next? Keep those
cocks cumming.”
“M-me! I-I’m next!”
The fans’ arousal skyrocketed at
this unimaginably lewd side to the assumed-to-be-pure idol knights.
“Heh heh heh. Not bad, Misaka.
But I’m not ready to admit defeat yet. You all, I will do all of you at once.”
Tifa had already milked four men,
so her tits, face, and blonde hair were soaked with cum.
But now she called five men over
at once, had them stand around her in a circle, and struck a strange pose.
“Original Secret Technique!
Cock-Milking Dance of a Thousand Hands!”
“Ohhhh! How are her hands doing
that?”
“I-it looks like Tifa has five or
even six hands!”
Her hands moved so elegantly it
really did look like a dance and pleasure colored the five men’s faces.
“Hwohhh! Her smooth palm and
fingers are rubbing the head!?”
“M-my balls? She’s somehow
massaging my balls at the same time?”
With the polished skill of a
trained knight, Tifa’s fingers stroked the shafts, massaged the balls, and
rubbed up the heads of five penises at once.
The afterimages made her look
like she had more than two arms as she pleasured the men with godlike skill.
“Wow, that’s so cool, Tifa! Okay,
check out this technique I’ve been practicing!”
The brunette girl spread her arms
wide and then stood up from her chair.
She wrapped her arms around the
hips of the next man in line and filled her mouth with his cock. She grinned up
at him just before she sucked in her cheeks to suck at his penis.
“Ohh? Wh-what? She’s sucking the
cock juice straight out of my balls!”
Less than a minute after Charl started, the man’s hips shook wildly as he
filled her mouth with semen.
After swallowing it all, she gave
a V for victory.
“That’s my new special move:
Vacuum Cock Hell! I’ll suck you all dry!”
Seeing Tifa give five handjobs at
once and seeing Charlotte milking cum with her mouth turned the men on so much
they rushed in toward the girls.
“Why do you two have named moves
for these things?”
Misaka gave those two’s sex show
an exasperated look, but Tifa and Charl had started competing to see which one
could make more men cum the fastest.
It took less than an hour for the
three idol knights to milk more than 50 horny men of every last drop of semen.
When he saw the knight
girls literally dripping with cum after dealing with the 50 or more fans with
silver tickets, he was honestly disappointed.
Another group was watching that
hot and smelly scene from another room. All of the other golden ticket holders
were entranced by the sight of the girls engaged in sex acts.
“Meh heh heh heh. Just as I
surmised, the silver tickets only get you a blowjob, titjob, or handjob.”
“Does that mean we can expect
even better fanservice with our golden tickets?”
The golden tickets had been
packaged with a tiny minority of the audio disks, so it took astronomical luck
or the obsessiveness to purchase hundreds or even thousands of the disks to
acquire one.
The dozen or so people in this
room all looked fairly rich. He was no exception.
He may have been the
oldest in the room, but he had a large muscular body and as much energy
as any of the young men here. He was the kind of man who had aged like a
fine wine.
The one real difference between him
and the other fans were the lack of desire in his eyes as he viewed the Pegasus
Knight girls.
(Hmph. What a disappointment.)
“Excuse me, sir? The event for
golden ticket holders has not started yet.”
“I don’t care. I was a fool to
expect anything from those girls.”
“S-sir?”
He did not even glance over at the official who tried to stop him as he
left the event hall. He silently cursed himself for even thinking the
traditional Pegasus Knights might be able to bring a spark of enjoyment to his
jaded heart.
Alexander T. Oberstein was the
last head of one of the oldest noble families in the kingdom.
He did have kids, but none of his
family visited the ancient mansion since they had moved out. Everyone who might
continue his bloodline had abandoned him, leaving him to rot along with the
mansion.
Servants would come by to help
around the house, but he rarely ever left the mansion himself.
(What a waste of time. I never
should have gone out.)
He downed a glass, sank into the
stagnant air of the living room, and stared expressionlessly into the
fireplace. After buying a box of old books at a used bookstore to help stave
off the general ennui of life, he had discovered a video disk mixed in with the
books.
(What the hell is this?)
He had known about disks that
could record video or audio, but he had never felt any interest in them. But
when he leafed through the kingdom’s PR magazine like he always did, he had
found an article about them.
(The Pegasus Knights…are idols
now?)
He knew all about the Pegasus
Knights.
When he was a kid, those heroic
maiden knights had protected the people from monsters and slayed the evil found
outside the city walls. But with the Dark Lord and the monsters gone, he had
assumed the knights would be disbanded.
(And now the final three are
working as idols? What kind of knight does that?)
He had initially lamented how
pathetic the kids were these days to distract himself from the fact that he
wasn’t young anymore.
But he had been blown away when
he saw how alive those girls looked singing and dancing on the video disk.
He had never bothered with
singing and dancing, which he considered to be frivolous and not worth his
while, but those girls had looked downright divine when he saw their sparkling
sweat drops flying through the air and their beaming smiles answering the
cheers of the crowd.
(And then I go see that
travesty.)
He had obsessively bought up tons
of the disks like he was a child again.
He had been reluctant to show his
face at the handshaking event, but once he had the golden ticket, he had made
up his mind to leave the mansion for the first time in a while.
And…he felt betrayed.
(Only those who spent obscene
amounts on the disks receive those highly indecent services. All they’re doing
is playing favorites with the highest paying customers. They’re no different
from any whore on the street corner.)
Yes, the knight girls were young,
pretty, and charming.
But after wasting his own youth
on a life of debauchery, he had hated to see those girls’ cum-soaked smiles.
It reminded him a little too much
of his own wild partying and overgrown pride that had kept him from opening his
heart to his family and ultimately driven them all away.
“I never should have gone.”
After finishing his drink, he
sank into his easy chair, his face sinking down toward his chest.
Just then, he detected the sweet
and pleasant scent of fennel.
He also noticed the rustling of
silk and the presence of a few people.
“Hm? The servants should all have
gone home by now.”
A knocking at the door reached his
ears.
He groaned in response and then
some lively music started to play in the old mansion where he should have been
alone.
“What!? Th-this is the Eternal
Pegasus Knights, theme song of PGS3!”
There was no mistaking it. This
was PGS3’s top song they performed at every single concert.
The heavy oak door burst open and
three girls illuminated by miniature spotlights began to dance nimbly before
his eyes.
“Y-you?”
“Hello! This is PGS3’s special home visit service!”
A girl with gorgeous blonde hair stepped
inside. She was GPS3’s leader, Tifa.
Behind her were a mystically
beautiful girl with a black ponytail and a small girl with fluffy brown hair.
He knew exactly who they all were after watching their video disk dozens if not
hundreds of times.
They must have recently finished
dealing with all the fans who had acquired silver and golden tickets.
“Sigh, that shower felt so nice.”
While the silver ticket holders
had only received handjobs or blowjobs, they had gone all out to provide the
finest services for the lucky fans with golden tickets.
They had provided most any sexual
favor the fans asked for and kept going as long as the fans’ stamina lasted.
There hadn’t been many of them since those tickets were so rare, but those were
the most obsessive fans and they had shoved their desire inside every hole on
the girls’ bodies and pumped them so full of thick cum it overflowed.
“I finally got the smell out. That
took some doing when they even came inside my ears.”
They had washed thoroughly with a
hot shower and soap and Misaka brushed a hand through her black hair to make
sure it didn’t smell anymore.
Efficient Misaka had been the fastest
at milking out the fans’ semen. She had mercilessly dealt with them in a cold
and businesslike fashion, but it had still been hard work for her. When she had
smiled over at Tifa and suggested they get back to their dorm and sleep, Tifa
had found an extra golden ticket on the ground.
“What is this doing here?”
She had checked the back and
found the owner’s name written on it.
“Oh, dear. One of our fans didn’t
receive our special fanservice.”
“Eh?” complained Charl. “We have
to do more? But I’m tired.”
“If they left their ticket behind
it means they abandoned their right to that fanservice,” said Misaka. “Just
ignore it.”
Misaka and Charl were not
interested, but Tifa shook her head.
“No, there might have been
extenuating circumstances. This is an important part of our job!”
The blonde leader was raring to
go and the black-haired girl was tempted to tell her to go on her own, but she
swallowed the words.
If she told Tifa that, Tifa
really would go on her own.
But that would run counter to
Misaka’s – to the Pegasus Knight’s principles. They were only the Pegasus
Knights when they were together. They were PGS3, not PGS1.
“Charl, it’s just one more job.
So what do you have planned, leader?”
“What else? Sexual services and lots
of them!”
Misaka’s sigh was drowned out by
Tifa’s excited snort.
“What are you doing here? I
didn’t call for you.”
The man gave the three uninvited
girls a stern look.
“Oh, yes you did. You wrote your
name and address on this golden ticket and left it out where we would find it.”
Misaka’s claim made the man snort
with laughter.
“I threw it away because I am not
interested in your indecent ‘fanservice’. Knights should not be rewarding
people with sex like whores.”
“Ehh? Why not?” asked Charl. “We
wanted to say thank you for buying so many disks and they all really liked it.”
“Also, you are mistaken about one
thing, Mr. Oberstein. We are not providing these services in exchange for the
money our fans have spent.”
“Oh, you aren’t, are you?”
Tifa shrugged off being called a
whore, wiggled her hips as if to show off the curves below her clothing, and
knelt next to the man.
“But if I had not spent so much
money, I never would have gotten that golden ticket and you would not be
visiting me right now. It’s all about money.”
“No, it is all about love.”
The man gasped when he saw the
pure and honest look in the blonde girl’s eyes.
“It is true we aren’t getting
paid anything more than our wages from the palace,” complained Misaka.
“Misaka, you’re the one who said
our profits would be spent on the people. Also…” Tifa leaned against the old
man and her sweet smell made him tense up. “I do wish we could thank all of our
fans in this way, but there are simply too many of them. And let me assure you
we are not doing anything we don’t want to do.”
“Wh-what do you mean by that?”
The girls’ lips approached from
either side and pressed against his cheeks. He gasped, the marshmallow-soft
sensation reminding him of his younger days of sleeping around.
“D-did you really think some immature
young girls could seduce me into changing my mind?”
“How about you check and see if
we’re really as immature as you think we are?”
Misaka straddled the man’s lap
and bared her breasts.
He tensed at the surprisingly
light sensation of her on his lap, but she took his hands and brought them to
her soft mounds.
“H-hmph. Is seducing men all you
know how to do, girl?”
“You just don’t get it, do you?”
“Wh-what are you saying I don’t-
oh?”
He noticed her nipples were
impressively stiff on his palms. And the slightest movement of his hand made
her moan quietly while her brow furrowed.
Then she placed her hands on his
shoulders and moved her hips around to rub her crotch against his through his
gown.
“Like we said, we are not doing
anything we don’t want to do.”
“That’s right!” insisted Charl.
“We love seeing our fans enjoy our performances. Entertaining them with our
singing and dancing is tons of fun, so we started discussing how we could
entertain them even more.”
She kissed the man’s cheek while
squishing her large breasts against his upper arm.
“Yes, and we decided this was how
PGS3 would show our love!”
Tifa rapidly pulled out her own
tits and hugged the man’s head to them. He had trouble breathing with the
cushion-soft mounds covering his nose and mouth.
“Gah, mgh, a-are you trying to
kill me!?”
“Oh, dear. Sorry about that. Now,
let’s try that again.”
She pressed his face against her
chest like she was breast-feeding a baby. The average man would have
immediately sucked at her nipple, but he only blushed and turned his head away.
“Nonsense, this is not love. Are
you saying you enjoy sleeping with complete strangers?”
“They’re not complete
strangers,” said Tifa.
“That’s right,” said Charl.
“They’re our fans!”
During the wilder days of his
youth, he had seen countless women who sold their bodies for money. He had also
seen young noblewomen who slept around to satisfy their sexual desires and
older noblewomen who got off on hiring young men to cater to their every need.
But had he ever seen girls who
could speak about love and bringing people joy so straightforwardly and
unabashedly?
“Do you understand now? Then give
in and accept our special fanservice.”
Misaka continued to grind her
hips against his crotch, but he let go of her breasts and slowly hung his head.
“I do understand what drives you
now and I apologize for calling you whores. But…I am not worthy of your love.”
“What do you mean?”
“Take a look at this mansion. I
have lived a self-centered life and I only ever viewed other people as hyenas
gathering to steal my status and wealth. Even my family came to fear me, reject
me, and leave me. I deserve to die a lonely death in this dreary mansion.”
“Mr. Oberstein…”
“You mean you live all alone in
this big mansion? That’s so sad!”
The man’s confession had
Charlotte crying.
“You understand now, don’t you? I
am not worthy of your noble feelings.”
“Well, you were right about being
self-centered!”
“M-Misaka?”
The black ponytail girl tore the
clothing from her slender body and then grabbed the man’s crotch through his
gown.
“Nwohh?”
“This is Super VIP Top Secret
Sexy Times, not Woe Is Me Monologue Times! So shut the fuck up and get your
dick hard for us!”
“Yikes! I think Misaka is
broken!” shouted Charl.
Tifa stared wide-eyed as the
black-haired girl stood tall and proud in the nude while massaging the man’s
crotch. But she soon realized Misaka was not actually mad, so she brushed back
her blonde hair and held his head to her chest again.
“Misaka is right, Mr. Oberstein. Everyone
in the world is worthy of love.”
“That’s right,” said Charl. “So
we’ll give you lots and lots of love!”
The man did not know how to
respond when all three of them approached him so suddenly.
“N-no, I…”
“You’re what? Because this fellow
down here is saying something very different about what you want.”
“Misaka, that’s indecent… Oh, but
his penis really is getting hard!”
When surrounded by cute girls and
one of them massaging him down there, his dick started to grow. Misaka licked
her lips as she pulled back his gown to reveal his erection.
“I have just the move for a
perverse man like you: Misaka Rolling Vacuum!”
“N-nwohhhhh!”
Misaka took the partial erection
into her mouth and sucked hard enough to suck in her cheeks. But she did more
than just suck. She also rotated her tongue with tremendous speed to tickle all
around the head and lick at the most sensitive points.
She completed all of the actions
intermittently, creating a blowjob technique worthy of being called a special
attack.
“Phew. You have a pretty nice
cock.”
“Ohhh…it’s been years since I got
any action.”
“Hee hee. How about showing my
boobs some love too?”
Tifa held a nipple against his lips,
so he took the pink thing into his mouth to suck at it and roll it around. Not
wanting to be left out, Charlotte guided his hand to her crotch and let him
finger her.
“Khh, your finger is so
wonderfully thick…”
“Ahh, you really know how to use
your tongue, don’t you? Ahn, and a hand on my butt?”
The girls’ young bodies reacted
sensitively to the technique the noble had learned in his youth.
He rolled Tifa’s nipple around
with a sticky tongue until it throbbed with pleasure and he chose the best
possible moment to start sucking at it again. He also greedily massaged her
butt, slipping his fingers into the crack. Tifa was approaching a light climax
from only the nipple and butt stimulation, so she hugged his head to her chest.
“Ahhhn, so much sex juice is
dripping from my pussy!”
The brunette girl could barely
stay on her feet from the pleasure of a finger as thick as a child’s penis
stirring up her vagina.
The sticky sound coming from
between her legs showed just how much nectar she was producing. And instead of
just fingering her wildly, he went sometimes deep and sometimes shallow and
changed the rhythm of the grinding to stimulate every nook and cranny of her
pussy.
“Finally convinced you, did we?
Hm, and Tifa and Charl are already lost in the pleasure.”
“I can’t help it! He’s so good at
this!” said Charl.
“A knight should not be helpless.
It is time we fought back.”
Misaka turned around and pointed
her tight fruit of a butt toward the man.
She spread her butt to show off
her vulva and anus and then slowly lowered her hips to rub her pussy against
the underside of his cock.
“Hh, mhhh…”
She stimulated the sensitive
head, but continued to tease him without actually putting it in.
She brought him tantalizingly
close to climax but always stopped a step before he reached that point. The
orgasm denial made the man flush bright and clench his teeth.
“Neh heh heh. Do you want to
pound my naughty idol pussy with that rock-hard cock of yours? Or do you want
to blow your load like this and go to your grave wondering what it would have
been like?”
“Nhh, ohhh!”
“Misaka, don’t be mean!” said
Charl.
“Yes, we just got done explaining
how this is about love, remember?” said Tifa.
The blonde girl tried to sound
disapproving, but she could not stop staring at the impressive size of the
man’s erection.
The look in her eyes said she
really wanted Misaka to finish this so she could get that thing inside her.
Misaka shrugged and skillfully moved her hips around to place the penis head
against a certain part of her body.
“Nwoh, b-but that’s…!?”
“Nhh, this is tough…even after
coating your cock with my love juices.”
Instead of her pussy, Misaka had
moved her tightly-shut back door to the penis.
Even with her love juices acting
as a lubricant, it was a tight fit for his enormous cock.
“Ahh, ahh…it’s going in…my ass.”
“Oh, dear. Misaka has a cock in
her ass,” said Tifa. “And she actually seems to be enjoying it.”
“I didn’t know you could do
that!” said Charl. “I want to try it too!”
“Gnh, it’s so tight. Ohhh, a-are
you really going to move?”
Before the surprised man’s eyes,
the girl shook her black ponytail as she moved her hips to rub her asshole up
and down the length of his erection.
“Ahn, the way it rubs my
ass…feels so good!”
The strokes were not all that
large, but it squeezed so much tighter than her vagina.
Feeling the head pushing deep
inside that other hole made her writhe in pleasure while she helped out by
fingering her own vagina and teasing her own clit.
“Ahhn, my ass, my pussy, and my
clit all feel amazing!”
“Kh, you’re squeezing even
tighter.”
He let go of the other two girls
and grabbed onto Misaka’s hips to support her as she moved atop his lap.
He also moved his own hips to
actively fuck her in the ass.
“Ah, ahhn, nh, nhhhh.”
“Wow, Misaka really likes that!”
said Charl. “You’re so good at this!”
“Gnh, I’d forgotten how good it
felt to do a girl in the ass.”
He slid his hands up from her
hips to her chest to massage her shapely breasts, causing her slender body to
bend back and tremble in ecstasy.
“Ahhhhh, it’s so hot! Your cock
is so hot and it’s going wild in my ass!”
The rubbing as he thrusted up
inside her ass made it hard for her to breath, but she still greedily moved her
hips, accepted his thick cock inside her, and squeezed tight. The entrance was
tight as could be, but the inside surrounded the tip more gently.
This was not his first time
engaging in anal sex thanks to the wilder days of his youth, but he had
forgotten just how good it could be and lost control of his hips as they
thrusted inside the girl’s asshole.
“Eek, it’s so, so deeeep!”
“Oh, ohhh. I love this…I-I’m
going to cum!”
Just as the tremor of orgasm took
hold of Misaka, the man’s body stiffened and hot globs erupted from the tip of
his dick.
“Ah, ahh…it’s so hot…”
The girl shook from the heat of
the semen, but then she went limp.
The man also grew weak, so she
slipped from his supporting hands and fell from his lap, the shrunken penis
pulling out of her ass.
“Oh, dear. Are you okay, Misaka?”
“I’m…fine…”
Collapsed on the carpet, Misaka
brushed her sweaty hair back behind her ear and turned around while still
seated. She looked up at the nobleman and gave him a seductive smile before
bringing her lips toward the penis that had just been fucking her in the ass.
“H-hey.”
“The other two are waiting their
turn, so I need to clean it off and get you hard again.”
Misaka ran her tongue all over
his cock.
When he let himself enjoy the devoted
cleanup blowjob, Tifa giggled, ran her hand through his hair, and stuck the
other hand into the chest of his gown.
“Now, who do you want to do next,
Mr. Oberstein? The night is still young.”
“I want to do it with my butt
like Misaka did!” said Charlotte. “Oh, but I also love doing it in my pussy!
How am I supposed to choose?”
“That’s an easy problem to solve,
Charl. Just do one and then the other.”
“Oh, yeah!” innocently responded
the brunette girl, making the nobleman gulp.
“He’s ready to go now, Charl.”
Thanks to Misaka’s thorough
tongue work, his penis was fully erect once more.
(Mh. I know it’s been a while,
but I don’t think I was ever this horny even in my youth.)
Was that thanks to these three
girls?
Those knights managed to be
simultaneously lewd as could be and pure of heart, so their fanservice had him
boiling with sexual energy.
“Did you think you could
overpower me because it’s three-against-one? You may come to regret that
assumption, girls.”
“Yay! Do me next!”
When the youngest of the knight
girls embraced him, he felt warmth fill his heart in a way he had not
experienced in a long time.
Alexander T. Oberstein would go
on to become the first honorary president of the PGS3 fan club he himself
started and he would become one of the Pegasus Knights’ most influential
backers, but that is a story for another day.
When the popularity poll to
determine the center was held, Tifa won the most votes from the ordinary voters,
Misaka won the most votes from the silver ticket holders, and Charl won the most
votes from the golden ticket holders.
After some discussion, they settled on having all three cycle between being the center throughout. And that brought an end to the knight girl popularity poll that threatened to divide the kingdom in three.
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