Masochist Dragon Reina Heads to the Ero Trap Dungeon
Reina finished packing to leave Orbie for Tripoli.
Saying she was "leaving" made it sound as if she were cutting all ties with the place, but the truth was far simpler. She would go see the Hero, gather intelligence there, throw herself into mopping up the Demon King's remaining forces, enjoy a few good rapes along the way, and eventually return to the city of endless night once Alex's dream of it was complete.
In that sense, Alex still occupied a place in Reina's heart.
Of course he did. He was her first love.
"What's this?"
"Lord Alex instructed me to deliver it…"
That early morning, the butler Alex had sent took one look at the handles on Reina's body and the state of her navel, managed an awkward smile, and held out a gift box. He was clearly doing his best not to laugh or stare, but to Reina the concept of manners might as well not have existed. Naturally, she tore the package open right in front of him, inspected the contents, and broke into a delighted grin.
"Oh, these are my horns! Wait… aha~! So I'm supposed to attach them like this!"
Click!
The first gift was the pair of horns that had been severed from her the day before. The cut surfaces had been hollowed out and fitted so they could lock onto her handles, letting her wear her horns again as if nothing had happened. Traveling with the bare handles exposed would have made getting raped more convenient, but it would also have drawn every eye on the road — so this was a thoughtful accommodation. Whoever the craftsman was, he had done excellent work: the horns locked flush with the handles and would not come free unless twisted three full turns.
"And a map! Ehehe~! An ero dungeon! I've wanted to visit one of these forever~!"
It marked the location of a dungeon between Tripoli and Orbie, complete with interior layouts, lurking traps, and notes on what each of them did. Her eyes lit up as she read. She hadn't noticed it while riding in the carriage before, and the thought that she had passed so close without realizing filled her with regret.
Then came the final gift.
"…A head?"
This was the sort of present the late Lawrence would have sent, not Alex. He had, after all, once tossed her a guild master's severed head… As she stood there puzzled, the butler explained on his master's behalf.
"It is the head of the receptionist Masa. Her collusion with remnants of the Demon King's army came to light, and she was executed yesterday. Lord Alex said he particularly wanted Lady Reina to see it. Does it suit your tastes?"
"I see~! That Masa girl… if she'd just quietly tormented me, that would have been enough. What a shame."
Masa had been the one who nearly ruined her relationship with Alex. Reina had no fondness for that face. She puffed a jet of flame from her mouth and burned the head to ash on the spot.
"I don't need this. Take it back."
"Understood."
The butler accepted the box of ashes, bowed, and left without further comment — whether because he had been warned this might happen, or simply out of professional discipline. Reina, already packed and ready, locked the door behind her and stepped outside in the bunny-girl leotard Alex had given her. The city was still in chaos after the sudden slaughter of a bandit gang and the new lord's inauguration the day before; even a beauty like Reina drew little more than hurried glances as people rushed about their own business.
At first I wasn't sure how things would turn out, but this might be a good chance to look around. Looking back, settling in Orbie just to ditch my party was a pretty hasty decision.
Might as well take the opportunity to explore the area and pick up some fun erotic experiences while she was at it. She spread her wings and took to the sky. Missing her horns and weighed down by her heavy belly made flying awkward, but she was still far faster than any horse. After a stretch of flight she arrived at a forested highland nearby — the secret hideout of the Pighead Bandits.
"Drinking that chamber pot dry here felt amazing, but I never thought we'd part ways like this. I figured we'd at least spend a month or so living it up together, laughing and fooling around… and instead everyone's hanging by the neck. Short as it was, it was a good time."
The hideout had burned to the ground. Alex's work, no doubt. Now that he was lord, unsavory rumors had to be scrubbed away as thoroughly as possible — and erasing the traces of the crimes his father had ordered him to commit was the natural place to start.
So the boss isn't completely heartless after all.
Near the ash-strewn ruins stood twenty-five graves. Names of seniors Reina barely remembered were carved into the small headstones. It was almost ironic — a bandit gang receiving such careful burial rites. The people they had victimized would be seething with rage, yet looking at these neat little graves almost made one imagine the dead had gone somewhere peaceful.
"Hey, seniors~! I'm here~! Man, you guys really died in the dumbest way! How does the absolute lowest-ranking newbie survive while all the seniors get wiped out~? I bet you all still had plenty of things you wanted to do! Don't you think so too? You were all so happy about using me as a bidet and toilet — I really liked that about you~! I only left for a bit after the initiation ceremony, and now every last one of you is dead before we could even reunite!"
Then she spread her legs.
"This is my parting gift before I go. Remember the taste of my pussy well, and let's meet again in the next life."
Shhhhhhhhh…
A bright yellow stream of piss arced up and splattered across all twenty-five graves. Her butterfly-tattooed clitoris twitched like a pervert's, and even though she was doing nothing else, the friction left her filthy cunt aching.
Ugh~! This is bad… hah… haaah… Even when I try to ignore it, my peeled clit's rubbing against the fabric and it's driving me crazy…!!
Drip… shhhh… drip-drip…
Once she finished pissing, she yanked her pussy back between her legs and clamped both hands over her crotch. Every time she tried to tug the leotard back into place over her sex, a nasty scritch-scritch♡ scritch♡ of friction ground against her bare clit and made her wince.
"Khhiiiinnngh~♡ Nngh, uuuh♡ Damn it, without the foreskin it just keeps rubbing on my clit~♡ Khh, nngh, nnnngh, there's no way I can wear clothes for long like this♡ I should've worn a skirt after all~♡"
The moment her clitoris stiffened even a little, this was the result. In the end she raised her nails to the crotch of the outfit.
This is a precious gift from Boss Alex, but♡ well, I don't have a choice♡
Riiiiiiip~!
A dragon's claws were sharper than most blades; shredding fabric was nothing. She cut a neat round hole exactly where her clitoris sat, then pulled the cloth back over her pussy. This time the clit poked free through the opening — plop♡ — and no longer hurt. Her sex was covered, yet that thumb-sized pervert of a butterfly-tattooed clitoris jutted out alone, bobbing and twitching as if insisting, look at me, look at me♡ look at me♡.
"Haaah♡ Heh♡ Maybe this half-exposed look is even more perverted♡"
She had effectively become a degenerate bunny girl with her butterfly-tattooed clit hanging out in the open. And on top of that, her pregnant belly… Pregnancy had swollen her breasts a size larger as well, so the top of the leotard no longer fit properly and threatened to slip down.
"Like this, I might as well be begging the whole town to torment me♡ Heh, heh, hehehehe♡ My life's completely ruined♡ How am I supposed to walk into a village looking like this♡"
Just imagining it felt good. The next town would definitely mean a brutal gang-rape — the thought alone was enough to make her squirm with anticipation. Whatever pride a dragon was supposed to have had long since been dumped in the trash.
"I'm seriously just a hopeless whore dragon♡ If I run into a dragon I know while looking like this, it'll be mortifying♡ Ahh♡ Aaaah♡ No, mortifying won't even cover it♡ Rape is guaranteed♡ Damn it, just imagining it is gonna make me cum~♡ Khhhhhhh~♡"
Whether out of lingering attachment or pure self-indulgence, she drifted around the area for another ten minutes before finally leaving the graves behind. Even she found her constant muttering of filthy fantasies embarrassing, but no one was watching, so she kept at it — until she fished the map from between her breasts, drank in the details, and let a string of drool slip from her lips.
A dungeon, huh… Normally I should fly straight to the Hero, but this is a farewell gift from the boss, and besides… aaaaaah~!
Every glance at the map sent a fresh wave of excitement through her.
An ero trap dungeon~♡
Anyone could see the map Alex had given her was made for Reina alone.
A place where women usually end up in the most awful states~! Which is exactly why men are the ones who mostly go there — ironic, right! And if a man gets caught in a female-oriented trap, the humiliation is so extreme that nobody wants to risk it, so the dungeon just sits there empty~?! Looking at the intel, it seems like it's already been cleared once, but the monsters and traps still respawn~!
A small notebook bundled with the map detailed the dungeon's strategy, its monsters, and its traps. Ignoring a gift from Alex would have been rude, so she flew at a leisurely pace toward her destination while reading every word — and her perverted clit throbbed and twitched in response, twitch-twitch♡, like the degenerate it was.
Traps that sever body parts… traps that install artificial orifices… restraint mimics… hard-type and press-type transformation traps… vibrator-style locking mechanisms… Whoa… there are even golems…?! If you lose, you become a living battery — what even is that… I absolutely have to experience it……!! That's it, right!? Getting captured by a golem and used as a power source! I saw it once when I was traveling with the Hero! The women they caught were in the most incredible states……!!!
Gulp♡
Th-the transformation traps are intense too… hard-type… so that means boxification or onahole-ification, right…? Press-type flattens your whole body paper-thin… getting hit by either would be a disaster… and once you're transformed, you'd get mounted straight onto a golem as a living battery…… Whoa… can I even escape this place alone…? The body-part-severing traps, the spatial traps — this is obviously a mechanical torture dungeon built around golems!!!
Gulp-gulp♡
Guuuulping~♡
Nngh…
She pressed her thighs together in pure delight, thrilled that something like this even existed. The choice had been between rejoining the Hero to hunt the Demon King's remnants, or taking a short break to drop by the dungeon — and already the wings of her perversion were carrying her toward the dungeon marked on the map.
Every single female adventurer the golems caught was in a terrible state♡ Brushes spinning on their clits♡ Their whole bodies buried inside the golems♡ Saying stop, stop, while their pussies got drilled open and tortured without mercy♡ Treated like nothing more than human living batteries♡ Hoo… hoooh… I'm interested in the artificial orifices too…… and the mimics… I've never been caught by a mimic from this region before……
Once a mind was this thoroughly steeped in erotic filth, things like the Demon King's army no longer occupied even a corner of it. She kicked her feet in the air like a child racing off to buy a new toy. Just thinking about how she would enjoy herself made her mouth fall open of its own accord, tongue lolling out in a lewd bleh~♡, while her flying posture degenerated into something resembling a dog paddling through the sky — at which point it became genuinely hard to tell whether she was a dragon or a bitch in heat.
"Well then, what should I do~!"
By this point Lawrence's name had already vanished from her mind, and she had no idea what state Tei — the one currently ruining her life — was even in. She was simply a real, pure, relentlessly positive pervert of a dragon.