Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Masochist Pet Frederike
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Humiliating.
Shameful.
For me, a sturdy warrior of the dragonkin tribe, to spread my legs for a man and beg for his cock like a needy slut.
Even if it was part of the bet, it was still mortifying as a warrior.
'But why is my heart pounding like this?'
Her heart raced. Her breaths came in short gasps.
Every time she met the gaze of the Demon King looking down at her, saliva pooled in her mouth unbidden.
Like she'd spotted a delicious meal, the drool kept flowing uncontrollably.
"Huu, huu...!"
The closer his massive cock drew, the harder it became to breathe.
"Let the real match begin."
The smirking Demon King thrust his enormous cock inside her.
"Kyaaah!!!"
Frederike let out a lewd cry that didn't match her sturdy build.
She'd heard the first time hurt.
That the sensation of her hymen tearing would be agonizing.
But the first thing that slammed into her mind was overwhelming pleasure. A faint pain followed the crystal-clear ecstasy that made her head ring.
Even that slight pain felt good to her now.
"Hiiing!"
"You're letting out surprisingly girly moans."
The Demon King's voice, meant to shame her, didn't register properly.
The words reached her ears incomplete, like scattered falling leaves, piecing together belatedly.
"N-No...!"
She clenched her fists tight.
I won't lose.
No, I can't lose.
To fight again, she had to hold out here no matter what...
"Kkuh!"
But this unfamiliar sensation wasn't something she could easily endure.
She'd always thought female pleasure was something distant from her.
"Think this'll be enough?"
She was starting to adapt a little.
Yeah, just endure it.
I can take it.
Then, a scorching pain flared in her chest.
Slap!
"Kuhh!!"
Her breasts jiggled left and right.
A vivid handprint bloomed on her right breast.
The Demon King had slapped her tit with his palm.
She nearly spat curses.
"You're holding up better than expected."
The half-lizard's durability was impressive.
Since she was toughing it out, he'd hit hard enough to leave a bright red mark on her breast.
Slap!
Another smack, and this time her body shuddered violently.
An immediate reaction.
Perfect response.
She trembled more intensely than when he was just pounding her.
"Feels good?"
"Huuht, f-Fuck no...!"
"Liar. You're not fooling me, lizard bitch."
Her ass twitched at the blatant insult. Reacting to the degradation.
'A proper masochist dragon, huh.'
As he listened to Frederike stifle her humiliated voice, he pulled out the whip he'd prepared for just such a moment.
A long, thick one that no ordinary person could handle.
He'd normally use a lighter one that only amplified pleasure with subtle impacts, but this woman was cut from different cloth.
This should stimulate even her tough body.
"Th-That's... no way...?"
"A gift."
He swung the whip at the belly of the half-lizard panting and clenching her pussy beneath him.
Crack!
"Hngguht!!"
Frederike convulsed like she was having a seizure.
A red line traced across her abs. Even striking with full force, it only left that mark on her skin.
Amazed by her toughness, he swung again.
Crack!
"Uuugh!!"
The red lines crossed into an X.
"Haa, haa. Th-This is cheating...!"
"Cheating? Don't make me laugh. You don't even analyze your opponent in a fight? Stop dodging with excuses and figure out how to win. That's how you'll beat me."
Frederike glared up at him, eyes sharp with hatred and rage.
He could see it—the faint desire hidden within that loathing.
Keep whipping her like this, and that ripple would become a wave.
He lashed her once more.
Another deep red line etched into her flushed white abs.
"Kkuugh!"
The woman who'd been passively taking it with legs spread suddenly clamped down hard on his cock.
"Y-You...!"
Now she twisted to push him away, mounting him and shaking her hips.
"Haa, haa. H-How's this? Can't hold out now, can you?"
Had she learned something from the earlier blowjob?
Leaning against him as he lay on the bed, she bit his nipple with her sharp teeth.
She sucked his nipple with her tongue while clumsily caressing his body with her fingers.
"Quick learner."
Her enthusiasm outpaced her skill.
"Wrong choice."
"Huh?"
"That won't get me off."
He grabbed her large, firm breasts outright.
"Khuung, wh-what are you...?"
"Teaching a cheeky lizard some manners."
Daring to mount her future master? Time for punishment.
"S-Stop, ceh...aseeeek!!"
He twisted her nipples hard while slamming his cock into her pussy.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A few thrusts, and the masochist dragon sobbed as her body quaked uncontrollably.
"Huuuk!!!"
Pussy juices streamed down her thighs.
She couldn't keep her hips still, bucking up and down wildly.
Her eyes lost focus. Her mouth hung open, her body moving on its own without her control.
"What a spectacular orgasm. You're flooding the sheets too much."
"I-I'm not... cumming... I haven't lost yet... Y-You're the one losing... You... huuuk!"
The bedsheets were soaked, but Frederike still refused to admit defeat.
"Denying reality?"
"Huuung...!"
No helping it then.
He hadn't planned to go this far.
He choked her throat with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other.
"Guek!"
Her face flushed red.
As she flailed and begged him to stop, he stirred her dripping pussy with his cock.
Her body jolted with every thrust.
She was cumming endlessly—he could tell.
She resisted, but in her current state, she couldn't hold back.
Frederike was no longer a dragonkin warrior—just a powerless, helpless woman.
He locked eyes with her as she struggled for air.
He saw dense fear etching into her pupils.
Fear of death.
Humiliation of defeat.
Despair at being unable to win.
A plea for mercy.
As each emotion flashed through her eyes, he smiled back.
A leisurely winner's grin.
This would make her realize their positions.
He was the ruler.
Frederike was the dominated, far below in the unseen abyss.
The overwhelming gap between them.
"Kkuuugh...!"
Her face turned crimson.
No dragonkin could survive without oxygen.
On the boundary between life and death.
An inexplicable ecstasy carved into her eyes.
Passion. Joy. Longing. Admiration. Thirst. Pleading. Rapture. Happiness. Pleasure.
No trace of sorrow or despair among those emotions.
He released his hand.
"Hiiiik!!!"
She gulped in air deeply.
Her already ample breasts swelled even larger.
Even as survival instinct made her breathe, she didn't let go of the hand that had just choked her.
"What are you doing?"
"Do it... again..."
"What?"
"Ch-Choke me... Choke me... 'Cause I lost... I lost..."
Words spilled from her like poison from a ruptured vial.
But their meaning came through crystal clear.
A declaration of defeat.
No pain marred her face as she acknowledged her loss.
Incongruously grinning, she guided his hand back to her throat.
Had her brain cells died from lack of air?
She couldn't break completely.
Her dazed expression was hot, but a sane subordinate was better.
"Show me again. Valhalla...!"
"Valhalla?"
Cheeky.
"How do you beg properly?"
"......"
"Don't you owe your future master some etiquette, now that you've admitted defeat?"
Regaining her senses, Frederike rose on her own and knelt by the bed.
Still naked, she dropped to one knee before him.
Like a knight swearing fealty.
"You still haven't gotten it."
"Huh?"
"You think you're a knight or a warrior?"
"......"
He informed the tear-streaked Frederike looking up at him of her true status.
"You're not a dragonkin warrior. You're my masochist pet in the Demon King's castle. So show me the posture of a masochist pet—not some knight's oath or warrior's vow."
She hesitated at the words "not a warrior," but only for a moment.
The half-lizard who'd already surrendered had no pride left to cling to.
"S-Sorry...!"
Frederike dropped to both knees, presenting her naked dogeza.
Exposing her pale back and red scalp to him, she wagged her ass and distinctive lizard tail flirtatiously.
Her red lizard tail swished back and forth like a puppy's.
It didn't suit a warrior at all.
"Please... show me that Valhalla again."
Valhalla.
He had no idea what the oxygen-deprived masochist had seen.
But if she asked, he'd show her.
He slapped her ass with his hand.
Slap!
"Huuht!"
Even as he kept spanking her ass, Frederike didn't budge.
She held her position, whimpering softly.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Kkuung! Hauung! Aaaang...!"
Her ass turned red. Confirming she'd learned her lesson enough,
"Come here. I'll show you again."
"Y-Yes...!"
He lay on the bed belly-up and choked the prone Frederike.
"Kkuuht!"
Oxygen dwindled.
Breathing grew hard.
Her head spun.
Ding. Like a bell tolling beside her ear.
Ears rang.
Sounds faded.
Vision darkened.
Not even her pained moans reached him.
In the darkness, she saw eyes gazing down at her.
A steadfast pair fixed on her.
Unshakable, firm.
Meeting that gaze—which seemed to watch her no matter what—brought inexplicable comfort.
She saw her reflection in those eyes.
Pathetically begging naked before a man.
Her face zoomed in.
Eyes within eyes.
Eyes within those eyes...
Her consciousness plunged into deeper abysses.
Flash!
Light appeared.
Valhalla, the dragonkin homeland of their ancestors.
Where dragonkin warriors went after death.
Dragonkin warriors beckoned to her.
Ahh.
They're calling me.
Valhalla calls.
The endless battles call me...
"Huuuup!"
Her airway opened.
Her consciousness, inches from Valhalla, snapped back to reality.
The towering being looming over her.
The Demon King's face etched deeper into her mind than the Valhalla from her vision.
She grinned ear to ear without thinking.
Because she'd already arrived at a place far better than the dragonkin warriors' dream of Valhalla.
"Hehehehe."
[Special Adventurer Dragonkin Frederike sincerely acknowledges you.]
[Red Dragon Dragonkin Frederike (Special A) changes to Masochist Dragon Demonkin Frederike (Special A).]
[Special A-grade Frederike is owned by the party.]
Quest cleared...
He glanced down at his still-throbbing erection.
How best to raise this masochist bitch?
He grinned along with her.
"There was a new dungeon that popped up near Lorangleble Village, right?"
"Yeah, that's what I heard."
Rayleigh, the 6th-ranked combat mage of the Magic Tower and royal court mage of Aslan's palace, rode toward Lorangleble Village from the capital Aslan alongside Kina.
It was the king's command.
A few days prior, the Hero's power had descended upon the kingdom.
It had come to the woman who inherited the purest blood of the previous Hero, and word reached the palace.
The entire kingdom went into high alert.
The descent of the Hero meant crisis loomed for the kingdom.
The king had secretly ordered his two court mages to scout the newly emerged E-rank dungeon.
If something was really there...
'It might connect to the bishop of Mir City dying recently and his home burning down.'
Rayleigh, the blue-haired ice mage, pressed her lips tight.
"His Majesty said to report back immediately if anything happens at that dungeon. It implies the Empire might attack our kingdom otherwise, so we need to check carefully."
"Wasn't that the dungeon Floa went to with Jackal?"
"Oh..."
"Could Floa have gone missing there?"
Kina asked. Her green hair matched her wind mage nickname, Minerva.
Blue hair rippled.
Mages ranked 6th or higher sometimes had their mana dyed by strong exposure, tinting their hair to match their affinity—like Rayleigh and Kina, whose high mana sensitivity had erased their original brown locks completely.
Rayleigh shook her head.
Floa, her close friend and little sister figure—a 5th-rank mage and B-rank adventurer—hadn't been heard from since heading out with Jackal.
They remembered Floa's excited smile as she boasted they'd grow closer while conquering the E-rank dungeon.
"No idea. We'll know when we get there. Anyway, it's His Majesty's orders, so we'll scout and confirm."
"......If Floa went missing or died..."
"Kina, remember: we're just scouting. That's what His Majesty commanded. Nothing more. That's not our job."
It's the Hero's.
Rayleigh swallowed the rest.
"Got it. But we should investigate, right?"
"Just investigate. Anything more is trouble."
Rayleigh eyed the nodding Kina with unease.
And the two set off straight for Lorangleble.
Hoping nothing had happened there.