13. Dungeon Conquest
"There, pull it a bit more."
"Yes... ngh! Cock Dragon Big Bro. Is this good?"
"Ah, yeah. Perfect."
We got out of the carriage and quickly set up camp. I could do it alone in no time since I was used to handling it solo, but with the coachman uncle insisting on helping, we finished twice as fast as usual.
"Grr, as expected of Big Bro. Must be 'cause your dick's so huge—you've got some real strength too."
"Come on. What does a big dick have to do with being strong?"
"Well, a dick's the symbol of manhood, right? So a big one means you're superior as a male, which means your body's tougher too."
"...Ah, sure."
It was a ridiculous explanation, but weirdly convincing. Why, aren't black guys usually great at sports? Come to think of it, they boast some pretty massive cocks too. Made a certain kind of sense.
But separate from that, hearing another guy talk about my dick size like this felt... kinda gross. Uncomfortable, almost. My face twisted involuntarily.
Worried it'd sour the mood, I quickly smoothed my expression and changed the subject.
"By the way, Coachman Uncle, why do you keep calling me 'Big Bro'?"
"'Cause the guy with the biggest dick is Big Bro. For us men, losing your 'dick' has always meant death...!"
"No. Look, that's not... unrelated, but I feel weird hearing 'Big Bro' from someone older than me."
"Pardon? Oh, is that so? Then how old are you, Cock Dragon Big Bro?"
"Let me see... my age..."
I was about 25 when I got isekai'd. Rolled solo here for 3 years. Almost a year since meeting Cheong-ah. So now...
"Twenty-nine."
"Whew, then you are Big Bro."
"What? What kinda bullshit is that?"
"I'm twenty-one."
"...No way, you're bullshitting me."
That face twenty-one? Tanned black skin, wrinkles everywhere—it screamed mid-40s. Hell, generously you'd buy late 40s, early 50s. And he claims 20s?
"Heh heh, I know I look older. But really, twenty-one."
"N-No kidding...?"
"Hear that a lot."
"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to offend. Had no idea you were younger than me."
"No worries, Cock Dragon Big Bro."
"I-It's not Cock Dragon, my name's Ian... Nah, call me whatever's comfy."
"Got it. And Big Bro, drop the formal talk with me too. You're a whole eight years older—must be tough being polite, heh heh."
"Uh, yeah... sure."
We finished camp setup in that slightly awkward vibe. The women had gone to gather firewood branches or scout a nearby water source, leaving me and the coachman—er, little bro—with nothing much to do. We chatted idly until they returned, arms full of branches and waterskins brimming.
"Hey! We're back!"
"What, already?"
"Pfft, how long does grabbing this stuff take?"
"Darling, where should we put the dry branches?"
"Over there by the branches."
"Got it."
"Ian, the waterskins?"
"Ah, water goes over there."
"Okay."
We had plenty of drinking water prepped, but on a trip like this, more was always better—especially if it was clean.
"Cheong-ah, you found water nearby? How much?"
"Straight that way—decent-sized lake. We can at least simply rinse off tonight."
"Nice?"
Cheong-ah smiled as she set down her armful of branches in the camp center. Watching her grin, the carriage antics flashed back. And as she bent forward to drop them, her skirt hugged those plump hips—my cock throbbed hard.
The unsatisfied beast strained inside my pants, pulsing desperately. Two weeks of pent-up torture in my balls screamed for release.
I sidled up to Cheong-ah and whispered slyly.
"Then Cheong-ah, over there... y'know."
"Hm? What's up, darling?"
Her eyes half-lidded knowingly. She definitely caught my drift. Great—tonight, sneak off and...
I was about to ask if she wanted to bathe together later when—
"Maybe later for a bath, just you and me at night...?"
Dina came bounding over, beaming, arms full of something. I startled, words dying in my throat.
"Yeonja...! Look at this!"
"Uh, wh-what?! Dina, what's up?"
She rushed up, raising her tiny hands. Her palms brimmed with small red berries. Wild strawberries.
Dina shoved them at me eagerly. "Wild strawberries! Found 'em following the meanies! Eat some quick! So sweet and tasty!"
"Th-Thanks."
Under her sparkling expectant gaze, my Cheong-ah plans fizzled. I popped a tiny berry from her tiny hand into my mouth.
Sweetness flooded, but my gut twisted—bitter aftertaste, maybe from frustration.
"Hee hee, good, Yeonja?"
"T-Tasty..."
"Yay! Why the tears then?"
"Haven't had sweets in ages... makes me happy. Yeah, happy."
"Oh? Got it. Then this body'll fetch more for Yeonja from now on. Here, take these too! Was gonna eat 'em, but Yeonja's so happy he cries— all yours!"
"...Yeah, thanks. You're such a good girl, our Dina."
"R-Really, Yeonja?"
She handed over the rest, grinning and nuzzling her head against me. I swallowed tears, stroking the little girl's hair.
Good girl, so good... Aigoo, our sweet Dina. No malice to hate, pure kindness—could only endure.
"...Hee hee, then I'll head out. Darling?"
As I petted Dina, Cheong-ah—watching us smile—brushed past, whispering. But not before thwacking my bulging crotch. Pure evil.
...Damn it, Ju Cheong-ah. For real.
"By the way, Yeonja. Best not carry weapons in your pants pocket. Looks like a dagger from the length, but even daggers can stab if misplaced—hurts bad."
"Yeah, noted."
Dinner wrapped, night fell. We set turns for lake baths: women first, then me and Coachman Little Bro... er, Hans.
"S-So, what's our coachman little bro's name?"
"Hans, Cock Dragon Big Bro."
"Hans, huh. Solid name. The kinda name every village has five guys with."
Took two whole weeks for names. I poked the campfire idly with kindling...
Poke poke? Ha, wanna ram my cock into a pussy.
Throb—. Useless fantasies alone got me hard now. My lower-half dragon ached to spew sticky breath, drooling pre-cum.
How long that agony lasted, who knows.
"Haa... refreshing. Hey, Sierra—thanks, cleaned up nice?"
"Thank you, Sierra."
"Glad you liked it!"
"Ugh, magic drained my mana dry."
The girls returned chattering happily around limp Sierra.
"Heh, kept the fire good?"
"...Kept it? Just toss branches."
"Brat, why so grumpy?"
Bella smirked, eyebrow arched—then grinned. "Ah. Got it. This, right?"
Thwap. She tapped my erection.
"Ah, shit..."
"What's up, Big Bro?"
"...Nothin'."
Irritation flared, but she bolted far off already. Glaring met her giggling eyes. I just seethed inwardly, helpless.
"Then we go wash too, Big Bro."
"Yeah..."
After, Hans and I trudged to the lake, soaking. Cold water cooled my overheated body blessedly. Erection faded, swollen balls deflated some.
"Hoo..."
"Grr, Big Bro's got impressive girth."
"..."
Submerged to the head, chilled through. Emptied lust as best I could, steeling reason like a clear mirror.
I'm no sex-crazed beast. No chimp or monkey losing control.
So... reason up... my ass.
Grrr... Can't hold back anymore.
Drying off in the breeze post-bath, I vowed.
"No more holding back."
Any longer, and Cheong-ah and Bella's teasing might burst my cock—or balls.
"...Tonight, both are dead."
"Call me, Big Bro?"
"Nah, mumbling."
Trudging back, scanning surroundings, plotting in my head.
Not much plot: During night watch, drag 'em here and fuck. That simple.