F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!! Chapter 218: Intensely Cute, but Mentally Fragilized (R-18)

"Hmmm..." I murmur as I read a book lying in bed, slowly turning the pages. Even though I’m having a little trouble understanding the content, I glance out the window and see it’s already night.

I’ve been waiting for hours, but my wait finally ends when I hear the sound of the door opening. I see Esther arriving. She looks like she just got back, since her hair is still slightly damp, aning she just showered.

"Oh! Esther!! You’re here!! I was waiting!" I say with a silly smile.

"What’s this..." Esther glances at the empty wine bottle on the side table.

"Evelyn, did you drink?"

"O-Only a little! And I’m not drunk!!"

"You’re naked."

"I-It was hot."

"Since when do you strip just because it’s hot...you know what, never mind. I finished getting rid of that ’gift’ and now I ca to collect my reward. And I see my reward seems to have already been served up on a platter..." She gives a wicked smile as she approaches.

"I-I’m not drunk, really!!"

"Evelyn, there’s wine running down your chest."

"..." I look down.

"I-I just spilled a little!" I say this even though I’m soaked in wine.

"Evelyn, your book is upside down." When she says that, I turn the book the other way and finally the letters seem to make sense.

"Oh..."

"Why the wine?"

"I...was nervous...s-so I thought drinking would help calm down..." She walks over to and picks up the wine bottle.

"You know this wine is strong, right? I already told you not to keep drinking, Evelyn. You’re such a lightweight."

"But I’m really not drunk!!"

"...How many fingers are here?" She holds up her hand.

"8!!!"

"Evelyn, I only showed one hand. How could there be 8 fingers?"

"I-I an 5!!"

"Evelyn, there are 4."

"...B-Beginner’s mistake!!!"

"Say whatever you want. I’m satisfied that my al ca marinated in wine." She smiles and starts undressing.

"Y-You’re going to eat ?!" I say, shocked, my mouth agape.

"Oh yes, I’m going to devour you. Every little piece." She licks her lips as she lets her clothes drop to the floor, revealing her black bra and panties.

"N-No!! J-Just my tail isn’t enough?" I say, shocked by this! I don’t want any more bites right now!!

"...I’d prefer to eat sothing else. But you’re kinda drunk. Anyway, we agreed on this before, and today I want to try sothing more intense. I managed to have them improve the relic I bought earlier." She says, walking to the drawer.

From it, she pulls out a strap-on that looks pretty lewd. This makes stare at her in astonishnt.

"You want to have sex?!"

"What did you think I ant when I said I was going to eat you?"

"..." I turn red as I rub my thighs together in embarrassnt, my tail thumping against the bed.

"Besides, I think I have to punish my wife for drinking when I already told her not to...wait, where did you get the wine?" She questions while taking off her panties and bra and starts putting on the strap-on connected at the hips.

"...I-I swear I didn’t steal it and hide it under the bed!!"

"..." Her eyes narrow with a hint of anger.

"If you wanted wine, you could have asked. I would have given you a small, controlled dose of a lighter wine..."

"But if this is about being drunk, I swear I’m really not! See, I’m talking normal!!" This is proof I’m 100% rational.

"You are talking normally, and rembering everything doesn’t an you aren’t drunk. Evelyn, the bed is soaked in wine. You must have spilled at least a few glasses on yourself. Plus, this wine bottle holds 3 liters."

"And you, with your low alcohol tolerance, are conscious. That ans you drank less than 500 ml. Where did the other two and a half liters go?"

"..." I feel ashad.

"T-That doesn’t prove anything!! I’m not drunk! I’m not drunk!!"

"Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind telling what day it is today?"

"Of course today is...the 32nd of...October?"

"Evelyn, it’s not October, and what the hell kind of calendar has 32 days? Don’t invent days that don’t exist!" She says, finishing putting the thing on her hips as she approaches.

"I-It looks kinda weird!!" I say, staring.

"Like what you see? It was very expensive, you know? It shares pleasure with , so I’ll also feel pleasure while penetrating you. It cums, it’s warm, it pulses, it vibrates, and it has various other functions for size, intensity, thickness, width, movent!"

"This alone costs the price of two large mansions. So be happy—I spent a lot of money just to have sex with you. What a costly wife I have." She says in a joking tone.

"W-Why didn’t you just give the gold?!"

"...You’d rather have sex with using a gold bar instead of this super-customized, pleasant, and expensive strap-on I had made?"

"...M-Maybe..."

"...Sigh...don’t drink without permission anymore. I’m going to start hiding the wine from you. This is already the fifth ti you’ve drunk in secret and made a ss! Last ti you climbed on the table, said you could fly, and face-planted into a door." She climbs onto the bed, crawling toward , and when she’s close, I see how imposing that thing looks on her.

"W-Why would you pay so much to penetrate with that thing?!" I say, alard, only now realizing she actually wants to have sex with .

"Because you deserve the best, and because I have money to spend. Now, how about acting like a good wife and begging a little for it?"

"...Y-You perv..."

"..." She gets very close to , touching that thing against my pussy. It makes let out a soft moan because it’s warm, and I expected it to be cold.

"Admit you’re drunk and I’ll have sex with you. Otherwise, I’ll just keep doing this." She starts moving back and forth, rubbing her "toy" against without inserting it.

"...N-Not drunk..." I deny being drunk as she grabs both my hands and leans down, starting to suck and lick my breasts, drinking the wine staining my body. She does this for a few minutes.

"I-I’m n-not drunk! Please don’t torture like this! Could you just start, please?" I say indignantly because it feels good, but it’s too weak—I’ll never reach orgasm this way.

"..." She ignores while continuing to lick , drinking the wine I spilled on myself. More minutes of this make so wet it leaves an obvious damp mark on the sheets.

"P-Please, Esther! I’m not drunk!" I try to move my hips so she’ll penetrate, but she always moves faster to prevent it. I start panting and sighing, feeling excessively hot, and everything seems to be spinning from the wine.

My tail, unlike , impatiently whips the bed. It seems to have its own personality and tries to move Esther’s leg so she’ll slip and penetrate already, but she’s really strong and my coordination is terrible.

"...E-Esther..."

"I-I’m drunk...s-sorry for stealing your wine bottles...a-and I just wanted to forget that bizarre gift!! I was n-nervous!! Please fuck already! I-I was waiting here for you for hours, and you took so long to get here!! It’s your fault I drank! If you had co earlier, none of this would have happened!" I bla her.

"...Yes, it was my fault. It was totally my fault that you stole the wine, drank in secret, and got yourself dirty with it. Now I’m going to fuck you as punishnt because I’m an. So, are you ready to have sex?" She accepts the bla with a smile.

"This will be your first experience with the upgraded version of this sex toy."

"I-I’m ready..." I grip the bed tightly, my tail wrapping around her thigh and squeezing firmly.

"You look scared. Are you afraid I won’t protect you from whatever reason they sent that thing to you?"

"...Mm-hmm..." I drank precisely because of the anxiety—because drinking I could stop overthinking.

"And what can I do to make you feel safe?"

"...G-Gold..."

"Has anyone ever told you you’re very greedy? Especially when you’re drunk. Fine, I’ll give you lots of gold tomorrow. Bars or coins?"

"C-Coins...I-I want to try swimming in them..."

"Okay, I’ll give you lots of gold coins. But I want you to be very active in today’s sex. Have fun and let have fun too. Don’t hold back your sweet moans, and whenever you feel you need sothing during sex, you can beg for it and I’ll give it to you." She smiles at .

"Isn’t it bad to give everything I want? You’ll spoil completely..."

"Oh, what a lucid thing to say for soone so drunk. Haven’t we already totally spoiled each other from the mont we reunited? Just take advantage of the wealth I have. I don’t really care much about it."

"...E-Esther, could you kiss ?" I blush all over asking for the kiss.

"...Your shyness in asking for a kiss is funny. You seem more timid about that than when you ask to have sex."

"K-Kisses are emotionally romantic, s-sex is just carnal pleasure..." I say, looking away. It’s more embarrassing to ask for kisses than to ask for sex.

"How cute. That’s the thinking of such an innocent mind. I’m surprised you don’t think babies are born from kisses, considering your naivety." She kisses , and when she does, I taste blood and wine—the sa wine she just drank from my body. Our tongues intertwine as I shed a few tears of joy.

"Haaa... Haaa..." When she releases the kiss, I pant with embarrassnt.

"You get so receptive and sentintal whenever you drink, Evelyn. It’s also funny how you cry over simple things during sex when you’re drunk. So tell , what do you want to do now?"

"P-Please fuck ...p-put that toy inside hard..."

"You like it when I’m rough?"

"..."

"Do you like it? Maybe I should go reaaally slow if you don’t..."

"N-No... p-please be rough with ... I feel hotter, my heart goes like thump, thump, thump, and my mind feels like a ss, like whoosh! Whoosh!! And my pussy trembles like squish, squish!! And I feel like sothing inside is aligning with desire!" I make sounds with my mouth that make her laugh.

"This toy is a full 18 centiters. Do you think you can take it all?"

"Yes..."

"So greedy. Seems I’m not the only hungry one here."

"...Y-Yes, I’m hungry, Esther... so please feed until I’m completely full."

"Hmmmmm." I let out a long moan when I feel her thrusting it all into at once. It goes in without any resistance because I’m soaked down there. I end up climaxing just from that as I pant with my mouth open. The sensation makes everything feel like it’s spinning.

"Now, seriously, Evelyn, stop drinking in secret, or I’ll have to punish you. It’s funny and cute to see you drunk, but you tend to cause trouble. So don’t do it anymore, understand?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy Esther..."

"..." She bares her teeth with a hint of anger.

"I’m not that old. Don’t call Mommy. Besides, I’m your wife, not your mother..."

"M-Mommy Esther, please hurry!! My pussy is hungry..." She looks frustrated. Why is that? Did I say sothing wrong?

"Hahahaha..." She lets out a cold, ironic laugh to hide the anger.

"Alright then, Evelyn. ’Mommy’ here is going to punish you for being so naughty!"

"UmmM!" She starts moving, thrusting hard, making arch forward and cry out in pleasure as I grip the sheets tightly, slling the wine.

"And you say you’re not drunk, but you call Mommy just because I’m the authority figure in the room. If that’s not being drunk, then I don’t know what is!"

"But don’t worry, Evelyn. If you feel so insecure you need soone with authority to give you emotional comfort by taking the reins of your attitude, just for today I’ll be your ’Mommy’ until you can’t do anything but moan for ."