Dominated by Women In Another World-Chapter 4: Physical Recognition (R18+)

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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!"

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"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 to start 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 came in. However, this woman was remarkably short, barely reaching 1.30 cm in height. She wore her hair short and black, her yellow eyes visible behind big glasses. The entrance of the diminutive maid attracted Andy's attention, whose gaze was immediately drawn to the hypnotic sway of her ample tits. Despite her petite, almost girlish stature, those twin globes seemed at odds with her delicate frame, begging to be released from the confines of her maid uniform. 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: Goblin 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. With an icy expression, 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.

Andy's cock stood out like a fucking tower of flesh, thick veins throbbing under the taut skin, the swollen, red glans dripping a thick drop of precum that hung in front of Robin's lips. She didn't move, not yet, just stared at him, caught between duty and the crushing weight of the thing.

Silently, Robin slid the top of her maid's uniform down with a smooth, practiced move, letting it drop to unleash her massive tits. They were firm, defying gravity, the silky skin catching the faint glow of the dim light like a fucking masterpiece. Her pink nipples, hard and eager, stuck out like delicate buds, quivering slightly as they broke free from the fabric. She let them sway with a teasing freedom, leaning in close to Andy's fat, throbbing glans. Her lips parted, a mix of hunger and resolve, her mouth stretching wide and ready, spit already glistening at the corners.

She grabbed his monstrous cock with both hands, barely wrapping around it, and shoved it into her mouth. The girth stretched her lips to the limit, forcing her jaw wide until it ached. "Mmmph~!". She sucked hard, her tongue struggling to lick the head as thick saliva drooled down her chin.

Robin picked up the pace, jamming more of that beast into her mouth until it hit her throat. "Mmmf! Glurk!" She gagged, but her mission drove her on. She pressed her huge tits against his thighs, rubbing her pink nipples on his skin while sucking relentlessly. "Slurp-Slurp-Glurk-Glurk!" The cock was so fat it barely fit, but she worked it like a machine, lips swollen from the strain.

As Robin kept sucking Andy's cock, her lips sliding rhythmically along his length, she looked up into his eyes, hoping for a flicker of reaction to her incredible blowjob. But to her surprise, he remained utterly unmoved, his stoic face staring back at her without the slightest hint of change.

Frustrated, Robin switched tactics. She stood, ripped off her entire dress, and stood naked, her shaved pussy glistening her perpetually wet. She stepped closer, grabbed his cock, and shoved it between her giant tits, squeezing them tight to jerk him off. "Fwap-fwap-fwap." She jerked him off with her boobs, the friction brutal, her tits bouncing wildly as the tip poked out of her cleavage with every thrust. Precum smeared across her chest, hot and sticky. "Come on, you bastard," she thought, glaring up at him. "Cum already, or I'll rip this thing off." But Andy? Not a damn twitch. His icy eyes drilled into her, unblinking, freaky as hell.

After minutes of tit-jobbing, Robin felt defeat creeping in. She dropped to her knees again, rammed his cock down her throat one more time, swallowing it until tears streamed from her green eyes. Glurk-glurk-slosh-slosh. Her hands kneaded his massive, heavy balls while she sucked with everything she had.

"What's wrong with him?" she mused. "Is an alien's cock so strange? Am I doing it wrong?" The doubt lingered, veiling the steamy encounter in a cloud of confusion. She bobbed her head faster, ramming the tip against her throat. "Mmmf! Glurk!" She gagged, choking as it plugged her airway, but she didn't stop. "Slosh-slosh-glurk-glurk". Her lips swelled red, her throat burned, and still, Andy's face stayed blank, his cock throbbing but unyielding.

Robin pulled back for a second, panting, a string of spit hanging from her mouth to his dick. She glared at it, her brow twitching—the first crack in her emotionless mask. "This is insane," she thought, frustration boiling up as her lips hovered an inch from the head. "Doesn't he feel anything from a blowjob—or at all?" She dove back in, sucking harder, her hands squeezing his shaft while her tongue swirled desperately. "Slosh-slosh-slosh". She pressed her huge tits against his thighs, dragging her pink nipples across his skin, trying to spark something—anything—in him.

Finally, Andy's body tensed, his thighs flexed, and a low rumble escaped his chest.

"Here comes," she thought, triumph surging. Then it hit—"Spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt!" His cock erupted, blasting a torrent of thick, scalding cum straight into her mouth. It filled her instantly, overflowing past her lips. "Mmf! Gwah!" She choked, pulling back as the next wave sprayed her face, plastering her navy hair, dripping down her cheeks and tits. "Spurt-spurt-spurt". The load kept coming, a flood that soaked her chest, splattered her stomach, and puddled on the floor. She coughed, cum dripping from her chin, her body a mess of white slime. Andy panted, his first real sound, and smirked faintly. "Not bad, slut," he rasped, voice rough like gravel.

Andy's climax tapered off, but he hung there, suspended by the rope from the ceiling, his breathing steady, showing no trace of the explosion he'd just unleashed. His gaze remained locked on her face, unflinching. A final spurt landed on her tits, the thick, creamy mess gleaming against her skin, blending with the spit still smeared on her lips.

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, eyening Andy's impassive face, his lack of reaction to Robin's blowjob as if his monstrous cock wasn't satisfied, made her perversely aroused.

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 back, her voice dripping with sulky frustration.

"Do you want Madam Roxanne to catch wind of your little tantrum?" Nora warning in return, her tone laced with dark authority, though Theresa, is the superior among all of 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 God Supreme Stud.

"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."