Fucking My Master Like a Dog

The power inside her body drained away. Then an alarm appeared... But she figured it was fine.

'The 2nd floor reward wasn't a big deal anyway.'

A few minutes passed, and more power leaked out. The same alarm popped up again, and it started to piss her off.

Karia Redheart, the half red dragon who had held the continuous record before Han Do-yoon. A faint sense of unease crept in.

She'd only made it this far thanks to the blessings from those record updates. What if she lost them all?

'No way that'd happen...'

But as if confirming her anxiety, the same message appeared again. Purple energy flowed out from her lower abdomen. The red dragon collapsed like a woman desperate for the bathroom.

'Floors 1 through 4... all continuous 1st place?'

Buffs from low floors weren't that impressive. Nice to have, but no big loss without them. But when they stacked up and multiple vanished at once? That was different. Like losing one finger—no problem—but five? Now that's an issue.

And just like that, five blessings vanished from her.

Grind! Losing blessings to record breakers was commonplace in the tower, like a natural disaster. But Karia harbored hatred for the one who'd shattered her long-unbroken records.

"I'm gonna kill you."

She couldn't stand having what was hers stolen. Right there, Karia made a contract with the tower. To become the Tower Blade, allowing her to hunt and kill the resident 'Han Do-yoon'.

The moment I descended from the tower, an ominous feeling washed over me. It was routine up to the 99th floor, but coming back from the future made it feel fresh.

'Have I gone soft?'

I walked with tension unconsciously building in my groin. Scanning my surroundings, I moved calmly.

'I've committed sins, so of course I'm targeted.'

I'd smashed records from floors 1 to 5. That meant 25 people had their blessings weakened or lost because of me. Natural they'd hold grudges.

'Just hope none become Tower Blades.'

'Karia Redheart will be the most pissed.'

The half red dragon with reverse-curved horns, red hair, and crimson wings. Thinking back, her hips were wide for laying eggs. Once a month she'd drop unfertilized ones—I nearly died trying to steal one by chance, and after that, I had to guard her every time. Temperamental bitch, a real headache. In the end, her fate was miserable because ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of me too.

'What face should I make when we meet?'

I returned to Summer's Grand Triangle with the materials Evelyn requested.

'Where is she?'

The workshop was quiet... no, there was a sticky, wet squelching sound. Moans came from somewhere too. I cautiously followed the noise.

'Coming from my room?'

Through the slightly ajar door. Evelyn was masturbating on top of it. Grinding her clit against the table edge. Her shawl cape discarded, shoulders slick with cold sweat fully exposed; skirt hiked halfway up her ass; stockings digging into her thighs, soaked down to her calves.

"Hngh, nng... haah, ngh."

She'd clearly cum once or twice already. Her hips rocked back and forth, fluttering as she hit another peak.

"Nng! Nng! Uuughnngh!"

Her master collapsed onto the table, ass toward the door, her swollen, sticky pussy facing me.

"Haa, haa, haaaang heut...."

No man could hold back seeing that. I silently dropped my pants. Schlick, schlick—approaching my teacher lost in afterglow from behind. Experience sneaking up on the half dragon to steal her egg paid off. I thrust my towering cock in.

"Heeek! Mmph! Hyaaak! Y-you, you!"

Her teacher flailed her calves, impaled on my dick. I pressed her back down with my torso and shook my hips.

Plap! Thud! Plap!

No foreplay needed. Her drenched pussy warmly enveloped my cock, providing all the lube.

"Wh-when did you get here? St-stop! G-give it up♡"

"This place is begging for more, though?"

"It's sensitive♡ Ngh, uughnngh!"

Just a few thrusts and pussy juice squirted from her crotch. Savoring her suffocatingly tight grip, I licked the sweat from her neck.

'Feels like rape.'

She didn't hate it—lick, lick—her tongue met mine as it reached her ear, head turning for a kiss.

"Chup, chuuup, smack, haang, slurp."

Mid-kiss barrage, I stood her up and pinned her to the wall. Face-to-face, she averted her eyes in shame. I straightened her sweat-mussed hair, kissed her, lifted her arms to lick her armpits.

"P-pervert? Why there♡ Nng."

"Salty, sour smell, not as good as I thought."

"So why lick there!"

"It's the only exposed skin normally, so I really wanted to slobber it."

"Pervert! You crazy fuck!"

I hiked up her skirt, aiming my cock at her pussy. Finding the hole by glans sensation alone, Evelyn urgently wiggled her hips.

"N-not there! Idiot! Do I have to tell you everything?"

Squelch!

"Uugh!"

Her glans sucked into her depths. Reveling in the sucking sensation, I pulled back without going deep. Unsatisfied with the tease, she pressed her lower belly against me.

"Don't toy with me, damn it!"

Her feverish body urged me to cum. Her desperate pussy squirted more juice, promising never to let go once inside. But I kept dipping in and out shallowly. Not bad pleasure either.

"Please... don't tease... I'm gonna cum."

Tears welled up. Her desperate whisper in my ear was irresistible. That alone spiked my urge to cum—I slammed between her flapping labia.

"Haaaaang♡"

"Urk!"

Finally, what she'd craved. Her ecstatic voice, pussy wrinkles sucking my cock to coax out seed. Burying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my nose in her armpit, I rocked my hips.

"Huuup! Urk! Heek... hit, haat, ngh... suck my nipples too!"

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Right, hadn't tormented her tits yet. I undid her corset laces with my teeth. Her stiff nipples glistened, demanding attention. Smack—one suck and her torso writhed. Then nom, chewing with lips—her pussy clenched in response. Mouth wide, biting her breast and teasing with tongue, she cradled my head like a baby.

"Haat, ngh, huut... nng."

Had she ever treated me like this? Stingy with praise. Never stroked or hugged my head.

Something hot swelled in my chest. My hips sped up.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

All sensations focused on my cock, reason chained to my crotch. Speeding up broke her.

"Heek, heheng, nng♡"

Legs giving out, I laid her on the table—ass out, upper body draped over. Gripping her hips, I pounded savagely.

"Huk! Urk! Mmph! N-no! Not like this... not this position!"

Offended at being treated like an object with just her lower half offered, she thrashed. 'At least face me!' Wanting romantic face-to-face even for beastly fucking, to end human-like?

But I was a beast. And I wanted her to be one too.

"Urk!"

"Huuung! Hek! Hek, ngh♡, nooo! Please!"

Slamming the desk, begging to preserve her dignity—but my climax rushed faster. Sensing my throbbing cock, her thighs tensed, pussy contracting to milk me.

Smack!

-Spurt, spurt, spurt!

Thud! Thud... plap!

Supreme pleasure glued my hips to her crotch. Sticky juices slapped. Cum flooding her womb filled her depths, soothing her desperation.

"Hurgh, hurgh, heuk...."

"Huuuugh!... "

Squelch, squiiiirt.

Spurt! Spurt!

Her pussy sucked to my balls' dregs. Overlapping her bare back, I whispered in her ear.

"How's it feel getting fucked like a dog?"

"Hehek, heeeek... k-knight's code violation. We sh-shouldn't♡"

"But you loved it, right?"

Her womb answered. Twitching pussy reaction—I bit her back without thinking.

"Hyang!"

After ravaging my horny master like a bitch.

We straightened our clothes as she returned to work.

"D-don't get the wrong idea. It was a side effect of the mana circles. I don't see you as a man or anything!"

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"Wasn't thinking anything."

Acting all coy now after moaning how good it was. Evelyn flushed, changing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the subject.

"...The materials?"

"Got 'em."

I pulled alchemy ingredients from my inventory.

I knew what she'd make with these, but played dumb.

"What're you making with this?"

"Recipe's ready. Time's tight, so help me... I can't use magic now, so you'll handle the final steps... Hope it works out."

Followed her to the workshop's production room. Alchemy cauldron under the chimney, flasks and beakers with tubes, centrifuge on one side, magic-powered auto-grinder, weak-flame distiller extracting components... Familiar tools.

"Read the recipe and wait... Gotta grind the mushrooms first. How much do you know about these tools? Can you use 'em?"

To save face, I'd said I studied under another master instead of reteaching basics. No issue pretending to know.

"Like this?"

I operated the grinder smoothly. Dwarf forging tech fused with magic—auto-pestle crushed the material.

"Good. No time to teach basics."

Evelyn's instructions continued. All stuff I knew, but to her, I was a sponge-like genius disciple absorbing everything.

"This measures mana purity. What affects purity, like I said?"

"Purity, flow, intensity."

"Quantifies those three into this formula for the same reading. But first, purity calc..."

"This one?"

"...Yeah. Quick thinker. Usually check gauge before next step, but master calcs and skip it."

Process flew smoothly. But even with extra materials and hands, deadline loomed. Evelyn cleaned her glasses, lost in thought.

'Sacrifice quality to meet deadline? No... Where to borrow tools?'

I read her mind. Distillation takes forever, more after.

"More distillers, cauldrons, purifiers would speed it up."

"Yeah."

"Not borrowing any?"

"No alchemist lends tools like limbs. Might help together, maybe."

"Someone to help's right here."

Adjusting her work glasses, she said,

"...You have a workshop?"

"Just got one... Missed it 'cause you were busy?"

Referring to her masturbation time. Swallowing shame, she recalled the Tower alarm from earlier.

Records smashed from 2 to 5...

Forgot amid what followed, but wanted to congratulate, ask.

"Just got it? Don't tell me... from record rewards?"

I nodded. Record prizes weren't just blessings—material too.

"Got my own workshop now."