Chapter 13: Dungeon Conquest? Ah, I'm Really Losing It.
Heading to the royal capital by carriage would take about a month, but this time it was nothing like the last escort job with its rickety wagon and swaybacked nag. This magic carriage, hitched to several sturdy horses, barreled along for more than half the day. It'd surely be quicker than that.
Even so, after two weeks on the road, an unprecedented wave of irritation kept surging through me. My patience, worn thinner than thin, had reached its breaking point. I was seriously losing my mind.
Riding in the carriage? No complaints there. Magic made it comfy as hell—no sore ass, and it felt like it had AC; the inside stayed cool. The thing looked like some Renaissance-era relic, but its features rivaled a modern car.
Sleeping? Fine too. With decent earnings now, magic tools ensured a comfy wake-up. Washing and other bodily functions had their annoyances, but magic handled those decently—as long as there was a lake nearby.
Still, day by day, I was wasting away.
"It's my turn today. Take good care of me while we're on the move, dear husband."
"...Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Don't you like it? Am I too heavy?"
"Like it? Why wouldn't I? You're the woman I love."
"Hehe... right?"
Before the carriage even started, Cheong-ah plopped her plump ass right on my lap the moment she sat down. Plenty of empty seats beside us, but nope—straight to my lap. No clue why.
Bella shot a side-eye with her one good eye, crossed her arms, and grumbled.
"So tomorrow's my turn, then?"
"Tomorrow's my turn, you shameless beast-girl!"
"What'd you say, you little brat? Why the hell are you even butting in?"
"Hmph. The lover's lap belongs to this body by right. Stealing it like that without a shred of conscience."
"No, why the fuck is it yours? Jesus. Tiny thing thinks she's hot shit."
"Ti, ti-tiny...?! I was trying to hold back on calling you a brat! Tiny?! You beast...!"
"God, is 'beast' the only word in your vocabulary?"
"You, you—! Yeonja! That gorilla bitch is mocking me!"
"Go, gorilla?! You crazy little—!"
The usual bickering between Bella and Dina. No point hiding it. This was why I was crumbling day by day.
Oh, you think it's because Dina and Bella fight? Hell no. Those two squabbling was old news. Stick 'em together for a day, and they'd spend twenty hours at it. The other four? Eating or boozing.
My problem was simple: two weeks of this aggressive teasing, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Hands tied, feet bound.
If only Dina and Sierra weren't here...!
Even at camp stops, it was the same. If there was a lake or river nearby for baths, they'd all go together.
...The four of them, excluding me. So I'd wait till they were done, then trudge off miserably with the coachman uncle for company.
Afterward, the old man joked about me raising a dragon in my pants and called me "big bro." Something like "cock-dragon bro"? Fuck, so his breath weapon's jizz...? Nice.
Sleeping didn't help either. The four women bunked in the carriage; I shared a tent with coachman uncle.
I was straight-up losing it. Who knew abstinence was this brutal? Ah, I wanna fire a breath attack.
Oblivious to my 108 earthly torments, Cheong-ah just smiled languidly, teasing my sanity as always.
"Hehehe..."
"Cheong-ah, enough already..."
"No way. When else can I tease my husband like this?"
Rub, rub. Her ass ground against my lower belly, a sly chuckle slipping out. She twisted sideways, arms looping around my neck. Her whisper tickled my ear, excitement surging—precum beading at the tip, a sticky ache building inside.
"Keep that up, and I won't hold back."
"What if you don't? Oh? Gonna pounce on me?"
Sweet scent at my nose tip. My cock swelled naturally.
"Nngh..."
"Hehe... so cute, my husband."
Right then, I wanted nothing more than to strip Ju Cheong-ah bare and fuck her senseless—the culprit swelling my dick on her lap. But I couldn't.
"You two get along so well as lovers."
Across from us, Sierra glared with eyes like daggers.
"Ah, thanks, Sierra."
"...That's not a compliment, Cheong-ah."
Damn it. My reason was numbing, but I had to endure. I was still a man of sense, of civilization.
"But it makes me happy, right, dear husband?"
"...I, uh..."
Hesitating, she pouted, grinding her ass against my throbbing cock to force the answer she wanted. Half-lidded eyes. Her shimmering pupils reflected me.
This was blackmail. Powerless, I could do nothing but yield to that ass.
"You're happy, right?"
"...Yeah. Thrilled. Totally."
"Of course you are. Two beauties hanging off you alone."
Nodding, Bella—done bickering with Dina who-knows-when—plopped beside me and hugged my arm. Her full tits pressed in, fraying my already raw nerves. Anyone would envy this—flowers in both hands. So why was it torture?
"Urgh..."
"Look, he's so happy he's tearing up."
"Hehe... My husband this delighted? I'm touched."
So please stop. My dick's gonna burst. Even alone it'd be tough with Dina around; no way with near-stranger Sierra here.
Sierra eyed us sourly, sighed, and propped her chin toward the window.
"Sigh... Should've rented two carriages if I knew it'd be this."
Yes, please do that next time, damn it. Why the hell was I suffering like this?
Tomorrow was Dina's turn, at least. Yeah, Dina's. Relaxing a bit, Cheong-ah whispered.
"...Tomorrow, maybe I'll unwrap my chest bandages, dear. It's getting tight."
"..."
Just die already. As the carriage rolled on, her temptations kept grinding down my threadbare patience, setting my reason ablaze.
If only there was a village. A separate inn room. Ju Cheong-ah, Bella—you two are dead.
Clinging to that inner vow, barely holding on, I prayed with all my remaining sanity for a village today. But no dice—god wasn't on my side.
Carriage halted; coachman knocked. I flung the door open, desperate.
"Coachman uncle, there's a village today, right?!"
"Aigoo, sorry, cock-dragon bro. Camp again tonight."
Please!! God!!
"Nooo!! Please!!"
Defeated, I slumped into the seat. Nothing burned, yet my heart was charred white—wailing in despair. No village? No village?! Was this how Shim Yeong felt hearing he'd be castrated? Crushed, I stumbled out.
Ha, time to pitch the tent. Calming the tent pitched between my legs, I shuffled off.
Ian trudged weakly from the carriage. Watching his back, Bella and Cheong-ah huddled.
"Mm, think we should ease up?"
"Huh? Why? Can't we push a bit more? When else can we tease Ian like this?"
"Dunno. Push too far, and there might be hell to pay... Bella, you could actually die?"
"Eh, that bad?"
This all started two weeks back. They hadn't planned to torment him this viciously at first. But...
"Still, it's gotten fun—how do we stop? You were into it too. Shaking your hips like crazy today when he was squirming."
"Wh-when did I shake my hips? Okay, fine, I like him fidgeting... but still."
"Seriously, though—what now? If he snaps, we might not handle it."
"...Dunno."
Two weeks of pent-up lust from Ian—not just piled up, but stoked with deliberate teasing and anger.
Cheong-ah swallowed quietly. Imagined him crushing her in a tight embrace, hips snapping relentlessly. Pinning her precious pussy, flooding it with cum. Once, twice, thrice. All day wouldn't be enough—he'd pound and thrust. Lips bruised by his biting teeth, womb swollen. Her gaping slit screaming in pain, hypersensitive body climaxing at a touch, squirting fluids. Yet unable to resist, voice hoarse from cries, begging for his love over and over.
Cheong-ah rubbed her thighs together.
"Nngh..."
Bella was aroused too. Pictured Ian unleashing on her. His already huge cock slamming like it would break her? All that bottled rage and lust poured out—choking her throat, slapping her ass. Ripping her tits, bruises and marks scarring her body. Worse than last time? Treated worse than a bitch in heat or sow. Hell, like an object.
"...Haa."
Both felt their lower bellies ache sweetly. Crotches dampening. Nipples stiffening prominently. Saliva pooling, bodies heating up.
"Hey, wanna keep going a bit?"
"Suicide wish?"
"So... no?"
"...Didn't say no."