行尸走肉第3季

Ryan got up, sitting Stacy in the seat behind him as he walked to the stage with bated breath.

Would he get matched with his torturer?

Fortunately or unfortunately, Ryan saw an unfamiliar face getting strapped to the giant X as he stepped onto the stage.

Arriving before the announcer, he surveyed the various devices but shook his head.

The announcer raised her eyebrows. "Are you not selecting any device?"

"Does a pianist need a violin? Does a pianist need any accompanying instrument?" Ryan asked rhetorically.

When the announcer shook her head, Ryan nodded.

"Exactly, a pianist only needs a piano," Ryan said, indicating himself as the pianist and the piano as the lady tied to the X.

"While a pianist could use accompanying instruments," Ryan indicated to the devices, "it's unnecessary."

On the X, the lady looked at Ryan with awe and wonder in her eyes.

She had been expecting something rough but wasn't prepared for Ryan's elegant words.

Ryan didn't even wait for the announcer to start as he walked over to the girl, activated his aura, and whispered something into her ear.

It was like the woman had been hit by a freight train as her body jolted and started shaking uncontrollably.

She started moaning as Ryan chuckled and walked back toward his seat.

As the announcer was about to ask why he was leaving, the girl gave a mighty scream as liquid gushed from her pussy.

The crowd fell silent, watching the mysterious participant #22 return to his seat.

"Uh... Well, you have it, folks! It looks like participant number #22 is moving on to the second round!" The announcer said nervously before fanning herself with her hand.

"Let's give a big welcome to participant #23!"

As Ryan got back to his seat, Stacy looked at him with shock.

"What was that," she whispered. "What on earth did you say to her?"

Stacy blushed. "And... can you say it to me?"

Ryan raised his eyebrow as he picked up the girl, reclaiming his seat.

Sitting her down on his lap, Ryan leaned into her ear, and instead of saying something, he breathed, making his hot breath enter her ear canal.

Stacy shivered, causing her ass to rub against Ryan's stiffening cock.

"Y-You're such a tease," Stacy whined as she tried to sit on Ryan's knee instead.

Ryan let her do as she pleased but sent a little of his aura into Stacy, making her ever so slightly grind her hips against his leg.

Stacy didn't seem to notice her face getting redder and redder as the onlookers started to take notice of the mystery man having someone seated on his lap.

"Don't mind her," Ryan said as he saw people staring. "She's-

"Oh fuck, daddy," Stacy suddenly said as she started grinding harder against his leg.

"That's your daughter... is it?" a participant behind Ryan asked, looking at the odd scene.

"Yes," Ryan answered quickly. "My poor innocent daughter. She gets too wound up when daddy works. Her pent-up lust makes her a little... frustrated."

The man gulped as his eyes turned perverted. "You wouldn't mind if I had a turn… would you?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes at the man and turned to Stacy, who was lost in her sensations.

'Poor girl's probably experiencing something like this for the first time… just how I like it.' Ryan grinned.

Ryan suddenly removed Stacy from his leg as she gasped. "Stacy, you need to control yourself in public," Ryan said.

Then, leaning forward, he whispered, "How would Nancy feel if she saw you now?"

Ryan loved embarrassing girls and seeing Nancy's beat red face made the devilish part of his grin.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me," she said, lowering her head.

"Never mind that. Just try to control yourself and wait until we're home."

The man behind Ryan was drooling at the fantasies running through his mind.

He couldn't believe he had witnessed such a scene. 'Maybe I can get the girl on stage to call me daddy when it's my turn?'

As the minutes passed and more and more contestants failed, the first round ended with one more contestant making it out.

"So it's me, contestant #21, and that daughter pervert," Ryan muttered as he scoped out his competition.

"You're one to call him a daughter pervert, making me call you daddy," Stacy said sarcastically as she poked his cheek.

"Hush," Ryan said as he patted Stacy's head gently before returning to the stage where the announcer began her announcement on the second round.

"For the second round, our three remaining contestants will perform on one girl each. Then, we will attach a device to the slaves to measure the amount of pleasure they feel. Whoever creates the most pleasure for the slave wins!"

Three girls were brought behind the announcer, one of whom was Ryan's torturer.

Ryan clenched his fists as he looked at the girl with a steely gaze.

"Participant #22, since you finished the fastest in round one, we'll let you decide which girl you'd like for your round, and if you'd like to go first, second, or third," the announcer said after checking her notes.

Without leaving his seat, Ryan said, "I'll take the girl on my left, and I'll go last."

After making his choices, Ryan closed his eyes as he turned inward, preparing a plan to inflict as much punishment as he could on the girl. And possibly get some information out of her as well.

The other two participants selected their girls in turn.

The daughter pervert getting to choose second, chose a blonde-haired girl with blue eyes.

The one who went last got a dark-haired beauty with bright green eyes.

The daughter pervert walked up to the stage, eager to have another session with a woman calling him daddy.

"Oh, and this time you can't use any form of sound for pleasure or communicate with the ladies," the announcer suddenly said, startling the audience and the three remaining participants.

The purpose of the ban on communication was evident to everyone, to stop Ryan from repeating his trick and ending the competition without any fanfare.

But little did the organizers know that Ryan's trick wasn't in his voice but in his aura.

Ryan chuckled. 'It's not like I need my aura to win anyway.'

[Master, you've been looking at that woman you've picked a lot lately. Is she to your liking?] Yoko asked.

From what Yoko could gather based on Ryan's harem members, he liked all women, both big and small, round and petite of all ethnicities.

But he was acting somewhat abnormal toward the female on stage, so she wondered if he had a type and her master was more of a manwhore who threw himself at everyone with a set of knockers.

Ryan shook his head. [No, Yoko, precisely the opposite. She was one of my tortures from the human empire.]

[What?! Let me at the bitch! I've trained your girls well. They're nice and ready. They can tear her to pieces!] Yoko exclaimed in excitement, hoping for an opportunity to rip the girl apart.

She could feel the heat building up inside herself as visions of the slave girl in pain and despair filled her mind.

[You've been doing what?] Ryan asked, surprised.