三つ巴の強制拘束でレズバトルする話-EN #1

The sky above the town was shrouded in thick fog. Some travelers say it feels as if they are crouching in the fog, but this may also be because the town is extremely old and reminiscent of an elderly person. The weather here is cloudy and rainy throughout the year, and in the past decade or so, the smoke produced by human activity has added to the mist enveloping the town. It was probably around thirty years ago. The steam engine invented on the outskirts of this town provided power and black mist in exchange for consuming large amounts of fuel. Until then, power had been derived from animals like horses and cows, natural forces like wind and water, or human strength and magic. As these were gradually replaced by steam engines—which were tireless, stable, and high-powered—some professionals rejoiced, while others panicked. Of course, those who sought power rejoiced, while those who had provided horses and cows faced the threat of unemployment. Owners of water mills and windmills successfully adopted steam engines, leaving mages in a state of panic. In this city, there was a school nurturing the science of steam engines, as well as a school training mages. Mages were forced to respond to the major crisis posed by the emergence of steam engines. Their attitudes generally divided into three camps. The first were those who sought to perfect the traditional path of magic and elevate themselves to a level beyond what steam engines could achieve, known as the Order faction. The second were those who believed that magic should be combined with the scientific power of steam engines to create a new system, known as the Reform faction. The third group believed that the distinction between magic and steam engines was fundamentally meaningless, and that anything should be combined and used for the benefit of humanity, and they were called the Liberationists. Each group had a certain degree of persuasiveness. As a result, the magic school was divided into these three factions, each trying to convince the others, but no conclusion was reached. Before the school could decide on a policy, thirty years had passed since the invention of the steam engine, and it was said that steam power had replaced one-fifth of the world's energy sources. In this situation, radical students began to clash, insisting that the school must take a stand. On this day, three female mages gathered in the school's basement. One was Vera Rietz. At seventeen, she was young but a mage who valued order. She was steadfast in her commitment to the basics—some might call her stubborn. The other was Paula Kerll. At 17, she was a mage who sought change. She was optimistic, believing that now was the time to pursue advanced applications, and that courage was necessary to do so. The third was Laura Bade. At 17, she was pragmatic and practical in both her studies and personal life. These three were passionate young members of their respective factions and had gathered here to “discuss” matters. Of course, they weren't simply seeking a peaceful discussion. They intended to engage in a “duel-like discussion” that would bind them until a conclusion was reached. Vera: “I really don't want to do this...” Paula: “But it's certain, isn't it?” Laura: “Well, there's no helping it, I suppose.” The three girls brought their lips together and kissed. A normal kiss is done one-on-one, so three people kissing at the same time is quite unusual and twisted. The moment they exchanged that kiss, magic activated, and their lips glowed faintly and fused together. This magic, akin to a curse, binds and fuses their lips together until all three agree. They had gathered to engage in a “discussion” until one of them could outwit the others.“discuss” until I could refute the other two. Surprisingly, all three girls were confident that they could refute the other two and believed that once they did, the others would obediently follow. How long would it take for them to realize how self-centered and optimistic they were? Not very long. If they were more rational adults, they would have realized this before activating the magic. Vera: “Just admit it already!” Within half an hour, Vera was fed up. No matter how much she talked and tried to persuade them of the wonders of orderly magic, the other two would not budge. Paula: “You're the stubborn one!” Of course, Paula was fed up too. She was trying to convince them that magic needed to be reformed, but the two of them simply did not understand. Laura: “Do you even try to understand?” Laura was equally fed up. She was sincerely trying to convey the necessity of liberation, but the other two wouldn't even listen to her words. Gradually, the three began to speak more harshly, their voices rising to a shout. Now that the three shared the same mouth, their voices echoed in each other's throats. It's not just the sound—sometimes... saliva flies too. Disgusting. I see, no wonder magic isn't being used at all. But since magic is already active, the only way to release it is to admit that I was wrong, but there's no way I can do that. Vera, Paula, Laura: “You stupid woman!! ... What the hell?!” The curse words finally burst out of their mouths, spoken simultaneously by all three. And they reached all three brains at the same time, igniting anger in all three. Vera: “Who's the idiot? Who's the idiot?” Paula: “You are! You stone-headed weirdos!!” Laura: “Huh? A fool is still a fool! No wonder we can't communicate!” If their lips hadn't been fused together, they would have charged at each other with force or unleashed a barrage of attack magic. The three of them, who were childish enough to call each other fools yet fly into a rage when called fools themselves, continued to grab each other by the hair and pull and scream insults at one another. Vera's long straight black hair was pulled by Paula and Laura, Paula's wavy silver short hair was pulled by Laura and Vera, and Laura's long wavy blonde hair was pulled by Vera and Paula. Despite the pain in their heads, the three continued to hurl insults at the other two. Vera, Paula, and Laura: “Enough, you're so noisy!” The angry voices pounding against their throats... Unable to endure the two discordant voices any longer, the three decided to silence each other. Vera, Paula, and Laura: “Mmm, mm!” Whenever one of them tried to speak, the others pressed their tongues against theirs. Naturally, none of them could speak. After suppressing the others, when one of them tried to speak, the others pressed their tongues against theirs, preventing them from speaking. This frustration led the three of them to try to suppress each other's tongues, resulting in a three-way deep kiss. It wasn't that they wanted to kiss deeply. At first, they just wanted to speak their own opinions and have the others listen silently, but now they were entangling their tongues with each other for no apparent reason. On one hand, there was a relatively calm thought: “What am I doing?” On the other hand, there was also a combative excitement: “I have to defeat the other two in this battle.” Vera, Paula, and Laura were swapping saliva, mixing it together, scraping it with their tongues, and drinking it evenly from each other. What the hell is this...! I never imagined I'd end up drinking the saliva of the other two, so a strange irritation grew inside me. It's their fault. They wouldn't listen to me! Vera's desire to silence the women on either side of her grew, and she resorted to a slightly barbaric act. She found the peaks of Paula and Laura's breasts and pinched them hard with her fingers. Paula and Laura: “Hiiii!!” Paula and Laura let out screams of pain from the shared mouth as their nipples were stimulated. Vera had intended to attack their most sensitive areas as a form of harassment, but Paula and Laura weren't going to take it lying down. Vera: "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Vera, driven by anger, pinched Paula and Laura's nipples in return, and Paula and Laura counterattacked. At first, Vera was at a disadvantage against two, but soon Paula and Laura also began pinching each other's nipples, turning the situation into a chaotic three-way struggle. The three of them had always been enemies. They probably all knew this would happen eventually. In any case, Vera, Paula, and Laura found themselves in an impossible defensive battle, each pinching the nipples of the woman next to them. Vera, Paula, Laura: “What, you're enjoying having your nipples pinched, you masochistic bitch!” Before long, all six nipples were erect. Whether it was a physiological reaction to the stimulation of being pinched or a sadistic tendency coming to the surface, it was unclear. Vera, Paula, and Laura: “Who's the masochist? Don't lump us together with you!” However, there was no woman here who admitted to being a masochist. The women who took this as provocation and insult intensified their attacks. They ripped off the robes covering their chests, stripped each other naked, and grabbed each other's breasts with their hands. The sensation of the nipples tickling their palms made them believe that their attacks were working, and they began to massage each other's H-cup breasts. The young, firm breasts were satisfying to touch, and the sensation was addictive. If they weren't the breasts of an enemy, he would have felt something strange. Pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind, Vera, Paula, and Laura began to stimulate each other's breasts with a milking-like motion, squeezing them as if to extract milk. The massive breasts were shaped into pointed cones, and the blood was concentrated on the areolas and nipples, which were deliberately left untouched. The tips of the fully erect nipples were rubbed with the pads of the index fingers, and when the nails scraped them, the stimulation caused the breast flesh to tremble, and the owner of the breast trembled violently as well. Of course, she was also trembling from the same attack being inflicted on her. Vera, Paula, Laura: “Hmm, ugh! Uh! Ohh♥” Continuously stimulated with a scratching motion on the nipples, the three intelligent faces gradually lose their rationality. Their eyes no longer focus on anything, and the three tongues, tangled together like worms, exchange copious amounts of saliva. They have even forgotten that they are supposed to be negotiating with their enemy. Surrendering to such pleasure, the three stimulate each other's nipples, eventually reaching a light orgasm from the stimulation alone. Vera, Paula, Laura: "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm