New Life As An Ecchi Girl With A “Big Surprise”

725: In the Shadow of the Guild

It was only in that split moment of the two cat girls changing position that Beatrice realized something. The two cat girls had two cum-stained cocks flopping about as they readjusted to relish in the white nectar. And what they lacked was a pussy. By the strictest definition, as sexy and feminine as they were, these two were not in fact cat girls.

Still cute though, Beatrice couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two cat boys relish in her cock nectar that slowly flowed from their depths. The wet feminine faces with long black eyelashes which were now obsessed with her cum. Beatrice still recalled how she made them roll their eyes in ecstasy as she milked their dicks and made moan as they stained each themselves with their cum.

The lack of a female’s pussy was the only distinction Beatrice could make. They moaned like girls, they ate cum like girls, they orgasmed like girls, and they craved to be bred like girls. And if Beatrice had all the time in the world, she would give them just that.

Alas, looking up at the darkening sky, Beatrice realized that it must have been already not long before sunset and last time she had some wits about her it was still early morning.

How long did I…? Too long, the answer was obvious. Looking around her Beatrice realized that her dick growing cum spore scheme worked too well and went completely out of control. The entire city was drowning in cocks, cum, and a chorus of moans.

“Welcome to the S.E.C.R.E.T.!” Beatrice quietly read one of the signs. It appeared that even through her sex crazed mind fog, she still managed to collect some wits to slowly move in the direction of her goal: the district where the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild was located.

The S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild, the Purple Capes, and the Royal Palace… Beatrice recounted in her head the allegiance that effectively ran the city and actively supported many of the city’s darkest indulgencies, including the Forge of Champions, where thousands celebrated sex, violence, and murder. An unholy triumvirate.

Even though it appeared that not every single participant of this allegiance knew of the royal family’s darkest secrets—as was demonstrated by the remaining captain of the defunct Purple Capes—Beatrice could not find the will to care to sort out who was aligned with demons and who wasn’t. The promotion of those games was abhorrent enough. And attempts to explain the true nature of the Queen and her daughters fell on deaf ears. The citizens were all too happy to brand Beatrice as a demon.

Beatrice looked around at the sea of flesh, lost to hedonistic pleasures. Alcohol, drugs, and sex. That was all they cared about. The royal family barely had to do anything. Beatrice barely had to do anything for the city to lose themselves. Beatrice looked at the two femboy catkin who were glued to each other. They didn’t appear evil. They just didn’t care. Willful ignorance, at best.

Were all these years trapped in this city in fear of demons that horrible? Beatrice wondered. The citizens of this city were pitiable. Beatrice had seen in her past life what years of alcohol, drugs, and other indulgencies did to people. But when she remembered the cheers during the underground Games as blood poured from the desperate contestants, it was hard not to condemn them all to their fate.

Even if actively dulled by the Royals and their allies they need to take some accountability for their action, or inaction… One step at a time! Beatrice reminded herself and looked for the Guild’s building to finally cut off another limb of the monstrous alliance that had such a poisonous hold on this city.

As she looked around, Beatrice wondered how many she would have to kill. Without a doubt a substantial part of the Guild was focused on sexual services. Could there be some dark plot in that too? Beatrice shook her head. It was too easy to succumb to paranoia in such a situation.

But even if part of the Guild was as innocent as a whorehouse could be, Beatrice had no idea how to sever its connection to the Royals without killing everyone on sight. That abhorrent beastkin Felicia was dead already, courtesy of Alexander, but she wasn’t the leader of the Guild. Neither were the three S-ranked members that came to support the Princesses.

Beatrice did have certain ways to subdue opponents and possibly make them give up information, but she wasn’t even sure if she was supposed to hope that it wouldn’t come to that or not. The succubus did not want to lose herself again, but if it helped her achieve her goal faster…