Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

#3. Mansion X, Wedding Event♡

The day Yeonwoo first saw Sian, his Master, in person was their wedding day. After a week of training, Yeonwoo finally qualified for the ceremony—the wedding, a rite of passage signifying his acceptance as an omega of Mansion X.

The date was meticulously planned.  The mansion staff worked tirelessly to ensure everything was ready in time for Yeonwoo’s heat cycle.  And Yeonwoo, the groom, was waking up a little late, preparing to receive wedding guests.

“Ugh… mm… ah…”

He hadn’t even realized how the days had flown by. In a room without a single window, it was nothing but dick, dick, dick, day after day.  His mind was consumed by the red, obscene scent of flesh. He’d received so much semen his lower abdomen bulged, his entire face plastered with a thick layer of whitish fluid.  He was a “meat bowl,” a nickname the men had given him, and it fit perfectly.

The dignity he’d once held as an omega, protected by the societal framework, had plummeted. In the past, heat cycles were considered such primal acts that they were embarrassing to even mention, but now they could be easily suppressed with various high-performance suppressants.  Naturally, Yeonwoo had only experienced his heat cycle once, at the time of its onset, and never again afterward.

But in this mansion, common sense didn’t apply.  For the first time, Yeonwoo had to face his heat cycle with his entire body, without suppressants.  Unbeknownst to him, his heat cycle had already begun.

“…Ugh… mm… ah… ah…”

Fever flushed his face, and the symptoms of estrus appeared. Driven by primal instinct, Yeonwoo’s body powerfully emitted pheromones to entice alphas, seductively twisting his hips, flicking his tongue, and soaking his hole.

“Ah… uuuugh… hmph… this… hurts… ah… aaah…”

It was a truly strange sensation. Yeonwoo frantically reached out, plunging three fingers deep into his already greedily stretched hole.

Mmph!  Even the stimulation of just his fingers made Yeonwoo’s eyes glaze over, a sly nasal sound escaping his lips.  Slurp, plop—a mixture of thick semen and slippery after-discharge clung to his fingers.  Yeonwoo bunched his fingers together and thrust them in roughly, like he was fucking a dick. But…

“Mm… uuuugh… this… this…”

This wasn’t it. Tears welled up in Yeonwoo’s eyes, overwhelmed by a creeping sense of despair. He wanted it. He wanted an alpha to fill the omega’s hole, a hole burning with unbearable lust. He craved a dick that would brutally, relentlessly, repeatedly pound him until there was no space left.

“Mm… ugh… ugh… Master… Master!  Waaah!  Aaah!”

Like Pavlov’s dog salivating at the sound of a bell, Yeonwoo called out for his Master, his backside slick. Even the sheets against his skin felt like stimulation.  Hot, touch me, fuck me. The blazing instincts of an aroused omega now overwhelmed Yeonwoo’s reason.

“Mm, the scent…”

The men, who had been watching, subtly concealed their bulging crotches, glancing nervously at Ju-an. They were men accustomed to the violation of Yeonwoo.  If only given permission, they could have filled his hole until it ached.  The thought, however, was only painful.

Ju-an, who had been watching with his arms crossed, shrugged slightly and approached Yeonwoo.

“Mm… uuuugh… uuuugh… Master… please… please!”

As a result of his desperate pleas for his Master, Ju-an released a faint alpha pheromone, approaching Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo quickly prostrated himself, raising his buttocks. He spread his cheeks wide with his hands, displaying his pink anus, slick with fluids. He enticed the alpha, begging to be torn and broken, to be filled with his seed.

“Itchy… please… dick… uuuugh… uuuugh!”

“Sorry, but I don’t have much time. If you’re that desperate, want to try this rubber dick?”

Ju-an placed a pink dildo in Yeonwoo’s hand—a fake dick with decent length, though not much girth, enough to somewhat alleviate his desire.  Had he been in his right mind, he would have recoiled and thrown it away, having never used such an adult toy before. But Yeonwoo was far from his right mind, his heat cycle in full swing.

“Hmph… uuuugh… ugh… hmph!”

Letting out a mournful moan, he frantically took the silicone object resembling a dick.  Then, lying prone, he thrust it deep inside his anus with a forceful *thwack*.

“Ugh… hic… hek… haak!”

A weak wave of ecstasy washed over him like a gentle rain, Yeonwoo panting heavily.  And without pause, he continued to pound his back passage, *thwack, thwack*, relentlessly.

“Uhi… hiii!  Iii!  Good… haang… ah… ah!”

With unhesitating movements, he furiously fucked his own dick. Each time he pierced the deepest part of his inner walls at the perfect angle, an orgasm exploded before his eyes, causing him to collapse with a *hwisst* sound.  His own dick felt constricted, and he cried out, “Please, Master… haauugh… good… good…” in a lewd, aroused voice.

“Are you ready?”

Yeonwoo, lost in his self-pleasure, was oblivious, but more than six people were bustling around the room, helping to prepare the bride.

“Yes, just need to put on the veil!”

A staff member laid Yeonwoo down and wrote the word “Bride” in large letters on his chest with a marker. Another staff member attached a sensor to Yeonwoo’s neck and covered his face with a soft, white veil, obscuring his features.

“We’ll be right there! The guests are arriving!”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Their preparations, though not perfect, were deemed sufficient. They released the restraints on the bed and moved Yeonwoo to the ceremony hall.  Regardless of who might see, Yeonwoo continued to play with the silicone dick on the moving bed, his body trembling in dry orgasm, his panting and writhing a vulgar spectacle.

“Oh, you’re here? Here, here.”

Yeonwoo arrived at the bridal waiting room at the entrance to the ceremony hall.  Uniquely, the waiting room doubled as the place to receive wedding gifts. Yeonwoo was positioned at the entrance, visible to everyone entering the hall, and was bound once more.

“Mm… uuuugh!  I… I hate this… uuuugh!”

A staff member took away the dildo Yeonwoo had been using.  I’m suffocating, it’s itchy! I want something to pierce my back passage! Yeonwoo cried out in frustration, his hands already slick with a torrent of fluids.

“Now, now, bride. Stay still.”

Yeonwoo was spread-eagled and bound to a large table.  No, no… He sobbed, rubbing his buttocks against the table.  dick… give it to me… Master…  His face was wet with tears, the thin veil clinging to his cheeks, creating a poignant image.

“Uuuugh… mm… ugh!”

On this joyous day, the bride didn’t have much time to cry. Guests began to arrive at the ceremony hall—a mix of viewers who had contributed astronomical sums to Mansion X and Mansion X staff.

“Mr. Hyungwoo, hello. Please leave your gift over here.”

The staff members efficiently guided the guests according to their training.  To avoid confusion about where to place the gifts or where the bride was, they had helpfully written instructions on Yeonwoo’s body.

[Please put your gift inside♡]

The words were written in red on Yeonwoo’s lower abdomen. No one in the building would fail to understand what “inside” meant.  Park Hyungwoo, the first VIP guest, arrived with a wad of cash, no envelope, licking his lips as he approached Yeonwoo.

“Yeonwoo…”

Park Hyungwoo was Yeonwoo’s high school classmate.  Hyungwoo, a passionate alpha, wasn’t particularly close to Yeonwoo, a dominant omega.  Instead, he had always hovered around Yeonwoo, pretending indifference, envious of his family, appearance, and everything else about him.

Hyungwoo had been unable to sleep the night before, anticipating seeing Yeonwoo. He had arrived before the allowed entry time, waiting only to meet Yeonwoo.  Hyungwoo hastily unzipped his pants, grabbed his dick, from which precum was oozing, and began to jerk it, panting.

“Yeonwoo, congratulations. I never thought you’d become a bride…”

Actually, he wanted to curse. Yeonwoo had always been above him.  A man with a good personality, a good family, and good looks, always the object of admiration.

“Mm… uuuugh… dick… give… mm…!”

“But now, you look like a real filthy bitch. Your scent is all over the building…”

Hyungwoo smirked, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he pressed his lower body against Yeonwoo. He shoved the money he held in his hand into Yeonwoo’s hole.

“Bitch, how much more will I have to spend to taste your hole, huh?”

“Ugh… huuuugh… uuuugh!”

Yeonwoo panted like a dog.  A wad of damp banknotes was stuffed into his hole.  Ugh… mm… uuuugh! More… more… His hole gaped open, craving to be filled.  Yeonwoo was in heat before him. Hyungwoo’s eyes gleamed.

“Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.”

Hyungwoo muttered like a madman, shoving in the money he had brought.  *Scritch, rip!* Then, pretending it was an accident, he inserted his finger into the back passage, filled with banknotes, roughly raking it around.

“Ugh… waaah!  Ah… aaah!”

Yeonwoo didn’t even notice the banknotes becoming soggy and soft inside him, his eyes rolling as he trembled at the touch that scraped his burning insides.

“Bride, you should respond to Mr. Hyungwoo.” A staff member whispered in Yeonwoo’s ear.  All the guests were important, so it was standard procedure to thank them by name.

“Ugh… uuuugh… uh… tha… thank… you… Hyungwoo… yaah… tha… thank…”

More… fuck me harder… put it in deeper… His pleas were pushed to the back of his mind. Yeonwoo dutifully thanked the guest. Hyungwoo said softly, “Yeah, no. I’ll come see you again,” and rubbed his dickhead against Yeonwoo’s veiled lips.

“Ugh… hee… hee…”

With a *thwack, thwack*, he rubbed his glans against the red lips covered by the veil, causing Yeonwoo’s tongue to shoot out.  He inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent scent of the dick. He wanted to suck the male dick, filling his mouth with it, but the veil made it difficult. Hyungwoo sighed blissfully at the tongue pressing against him through the fabric, and unable to contain himself any longer, he finished his congratulations with a grope through the veil.

“Uuuugh… eh… eh…”

Yeonwoo opened his mouth wide and licked the veil.  Delicious, dick… dick… It was the taste of his desperate lust being quenched.

Before Hyungwoo’s congratulations were even over, another guest pressed himself against Yeonwoo.  This guest, with a somewhat hesitant expression, mumbled his congratulations and shoved a wad of cash into Yeonwoo’s back passage.

“Mm… waaah!  Ah!  Ugh… hic!”

It was a huge amount, enough to tear his hole if it hadn’t already been stretched by the dildo.  Before the staff could stop him, the man pulled out his dick and ejaculated onto the anus packed with banknotes.

“Ugh… huuu… really… the real thing is the best… wow… shit… I’m cumming… ugh…”

“Ugh… mm… uuuugh…”

The sight of his milky white cum on the soft, pink hole was fantastic. The man quickly pulled out his phone and filmed it. He couldn’t cum inside, but he thought it would make great masturbation material, diligently filming the cum-covered anus.

“Thank… hic… you… thank…”

Yeonwoo could only mumble, entranced by the staff member’s constant reminders to thank the guests.  One man after another followed, further stretching his hole, stuffing it with banknotes, and—as if by accident—cumming on his chest, his anus, and his face, and Yeonwoo continued to thank them.

“Mm… uuuugh… uh… uh…”

There was only one bride, but over a hundred guests.  His insides were filled with soggy banknotes, his body covered in cum, and the staff brought in additional omegas from the mansion.  Unlike Yeonwoo, these omegas were positioned prone, their buttocks raised high, and with each wad of cash inserted, they offered their honed fellatio skills, expressing their gratitude.

“Mm… uuuugh… uuuugh… uh…”

Many people used the other omegas instead of Yeonwoo, partly because they could handle anal sex.  Soon, cum-soaked banknotes littered the floor, and those that couldn’t fit inside overflowed at the entrance to the hole.

“You like cum more than money, huh?”

“Damn bitch.  Do you always suck your Master’s dick like this?”