Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Seven Captures and Seven Releases ()
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“Hah!”
How long had she been out?
Frederike's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright.
Her body was just as naked as it had been at the start of their fight.
“I... lost?”
It had been one hit.
The moment the Demon King's fist smashed into her jaw, the match was over.
She recalled that massive thing she'd glimpsed just before taking the blow.
It was enormous.
No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't get used to something like that.
“Awake already, half-lizard?”
She looked up to find the Demon King, fully dressed, lounging on his throne and gazing down at her.
“Drooling in your sleep like that. Sweet dreams, huh?”
“Hah!”
She instinctively dropped into a fighting stance.
Her head throbbed; she clearly hadn't recovered yet.
“Got nothing to say? Half-lizard?”
“What?”
“You lost, I won. Losers have to act like losers.”
“Tch...”
Frederike gritted her teeth.
It was a clear defeat.
An undeniable gap in skill.
Sure, that huge thing had distracted her, but if she'd been skilled enough, she wouldn't have lost even after seeing it.
She knew that.
Her head knew it, anyway.
“I... I...”
Her body, her pride—they refused to accept the loss.
“What's wrong, half-lizard? Cat got your tongue?”
There were excuses.
Naked.
The Demon King had proposed a fair fight—unarmed and stripped bare—but this wasn't truly honorable.
She wasn't used to seeing a man's naked body, but he was clearly accustomed to viewing a woman's.
That was it.
Before she could even speak, the Demon King pressed the attack.
“What, you refusing to admit it? Gonna deny the result because you're not used to fighting naked? Makes sense you can't accept it. Half-lizards are infamous for being cowards, right? Always demanding 'fair play' on their terms, then stabbing you in the back when it suits them...”
He spoke as if he could read her mind perfectly.
She ground her teeth, but he wasn't wrong—not even a little.
She'd already felt it once, back in the bathhouse.
For all her talk of honor, she was the biggest coward when defeat stared her down.
Just like now.
“B-but...”
Frederike forced the words out, but her voice held no strength, no resolve.
She was broken.
“Nudity's supposed to be fair, isn't it? We've only seen each other naked once before—in the bathhouse.”
The women around them flinched and shuddered at his words.
“If you can't even accept this, how much more leeway do I have to give you? Half-breed lizard?”
Even that humiliating title couldn't draw a retort from her.
Here and now, she was the loser.
“P-please... just one more chance.”
She could win a rematch.
“A chance?”
“Y-yeah. The victor can show some mercy, right?”
“Pretty bold words for someone begging. You think that's the right tone? Half-breed lizard?”
“Urgh... P-please forgive me, just once. I-I'm sorry.”
Frederike dropped to her knees.
Being naked was humiliating, but she had to endure it.
Who knew what that wicked Demon King might do to her? She needed to beg forgiveness here and earn a shot at redemption...
“Hm, fine. That proud lizard on her knees? I'll let it slide once.”
“R-really...?”
Color returned to her face.
Poor Frederike had no idea she was walking into a trap.
Ah, but she did try to beat up my subordinate, so no pity needed.
“But we're changing the fight's terms.”
“What?”
“Last time, you picked the style. This time, I choose.”
“...What is it?”
Her eyes trembled.
Anxiety, impatience, doubt.
Her face betrayed her fear of whatever conditions I'd set.
Can't lie—you wear it well, half-breed lizard.
“Sex.”
“W-what?”
“We'll see who cums first. Hold out longer than me, and you get another shot at fighting.”
“T-that's insane!”
Her face flushed crimson.
She clearly hadn't seen it coming.
Of course not.
Who'd want to do that with a hulking half-lizard like her?
Taller and bulkier than most men.
Yet before me, even she was just a fragile girl.
“Sounds like a fair deal to me. Perfectly even playing field.”
How much fairer could it get?
No weapons—just honed bodies clashing.
In a way, far nobler than trading punches.
......
Frederike thought it over.
Sex.
Something she'd never cared about.
The only pleasure she'd ever chased was the thrill of battle.
She'd been startled at first by the unfamiliar proposal.
'This is my chance.'
She had zero interest in that stuff anyway, so she figured she had the edge.
“A-alright.”
“Deal, then. Come here, half-breed lizard.”
“To you?”
“Yeah. Gotta get close for this. What, planning some long-distance Bluetooth sex?”
“Blue... what?”
“Doesn't matter.”
I'd slipped into my old world's slang without thinking.
Seeing that blank stare, how could I not think of the Bluetooth joke?
I beckoned her over, and Frederike shuffled closer hesitantly.
I draped an arm over her shoulder and squeezed her breast hard.
She flinched!
She tried to hide it, but I saw her body quiver.
I had a good idea how to handle her now.
“Yulia.”
“Yes, Demon King?”
“From now on, no matter what noises come from my room, don't come in.”
“Understood.”
“Can't have this half-breed lizard crying foul and denying the results over 'unfairness.'”
“S-stop calling me half-breed lizard.”
“Win against me first, then suggest it.”
Frederike shut her mouth.
I liked how she kept denying it but still submitted to me.
'Just gotta shatter that stubborn pride.'
I led Frederike to my bedroom.
“What're you doing?”
“Uh, huh?”
Frederike stood awkwardly in my room, looking utterly frustrating.
She should know to get right to it.
How do you handle a woman who's obviously never done this before?
“Listen up—this isn't some lovey-dovey lovers' romp.”
“I-I know that.”
Her eyes darted everywhere.
I grabbed her breast again—she couldn't stay still for a second.
“Eek!”
Same reaction as before.
That sultry moan startled even her; she glanced between her breast and me.
“What're you doing?”
“What?”
“Suck it already. You gonna skip the foreplay?”
“Y-you want me to suck that filthy thing with my mouth? Are you insane?”
“You get me hard faster, I cum faster. Don't wanna win?”
“Ah...”
“No scraping with those fangs.”
“I-I know!”
Frederike knelt before me, poking hesitantly at my cock like she had no clue what to do.
After fumbling, she finally took it into her mouth.
Far hotter than a normal person's mouth.
The scorching heat was intensely stimulating.
'Still not enough.'
Her skills were sorely lacking.
“Ihehyeng dae?”
She just slurped and suckled around it with my cock in her mouth.
No idea what a blowjob even was.
“Hoo.”
Frustrated, I grabbed her horns.
Those massive horns—one on each side, like a dragon's—fit perfectly in my grip.
Great handles.
“Perfect.”
“W-what?”
I yanked her face forward by the horns.
“Guhp!”
My half-hard cock plunged deep into her throat.
Her eyes bulged; her mouth stretched to its limit.
She flailed her hands, slapping my stomach and legs—but weakly.
Why?
Every time she swung, I shoved my cock deeper down her throat.
“Guhk! Glurgh!”
To breathe, she opened wide, nostrils flaring.
Tears streamed each time I thrust into her throat.
Every panicked clench tightened her hot mouth around my cock.
She tried to bite, but with it lodged so deep, she couldn't manage.
She thrashed.
Now she was clenching her fists and punching me.
Insolent lizard.
Daring to resist your master's cock.
I shoved deep again and pinned her down.
“Glurblgh!!!”
Fierce resistance.
Seeing her face turn red, I released her horns.
“Gahk!”
Hah, hah.
The half-lizard gasped raggedly, drool spilling from her mouth.
Foamy saliva soaked the bedsheets.
And then I noticed.
A trail of her juices trickling down from between her legs.
[Aroused State]
Frederike's mind reeled from the bizarre reaction of her own body.
'W-what is this...'
Her heart pounded; her face burned.
Horns were the pride of dragonkin.
Yet he'd grabbed them, manhandled her roughly—shoved that dirty, ugly thing into her mouth and used her face like a toy.
It should have disgusted her, repulsed her utterly.
But it didn't—not completely.
No, it did. It pissed her off, enraged her.
Couldn't breathe right, body out of her control, moving on its own—it was infuriating.
Yet some strange quiver and thrill tickled at her heart.
Like during training.
When she'd pushed her body to its limits, muscles screaming throughout—just like that.
An itchy pleasure spreading everywhere.
“Haa, haa.”
The aching sensation started below her stretched throat and bloomed through her whole body.
'I-I'm wet...'
She was in peak pre-battle arousal right now.
It confused her.
She'd never felt anything like this.
“W-wait a sec...”
She wiped her mouth, swallowing saliva, and pleaded desperately with the Demon King.
This wouldn't work.
In this state, her loss was obvious.
“Just a short break...”
But the Demon King shook his head.
“This is battle. Should a warrior show weakness to the enemy on the field and run?”
Frederike felt her body trembling.
Fingertips shaking, eyes quivering. Breath ragged again; she gulped.
She stepped back without thinking.
Something her usual self would never do.
It wasn't just simple fear.
Arousal.
Pleasure.
That's what she felt now.
The Demon King loomed as he took a step closer—mountainously huge.
Like an impenetrable fortress.
“Now, spread yourself. Prove you're a woman.”
Some instinct told her she couldn't refuse.
It dominated her entire body.
Humiliating, but Frederike spread her legs.
Her exposed, flushed pussy drooled nectar, eagerly awaiting the cock to fill it.