A Gentleman's Revenge
“Just a simple faint, it seems. Hmm... At this rate, she'll wake up the day after tomorrow.”
“Ah! Thank you, Daphné!”
Zeke, clad in his baggy clothes, bowed repeatedly to Daphné and me in gratitude.
I'm even more grateful... for the team kill.
Contrary to my lecherous inner thoughts, I felt great and let a natural smile slip out as I spoke.
“Zeke, leave Plang to us and head back to the inn. We'll find you when she comes to, so let's meet at the guild.”
“Yes!”
Zeke kept bowing his thanks the whole way as he walked off. Our good Zeke... Sorry, bro.
“Um... Is it really okay if I don't look after her?”
“Tsk. Who's looking after who right now?”
“But...”
“It's fine. I'm grateful for the thought, Daphné.”
Stroking her pointed ears made her face flush as she bowed her head deeply. Apparently, touching an elf's ears was like beastkin leaving bite marks on each other—a lovers' game. The way she twisted her body was just too damn cute.
“Then, please pass the word to Tier. I'll handle the rest.”
“Yes!”
Daphné gave Plang a brief pitying look, shook her head, and scurried off somewhere. I'd introduced Plang as our party's new candidate and said I'd convince her, so she left without a worry. She dealt a lot with Tier's tribe, so she seemed to hold the family head's authority in high regard. Well, in wuxia or fantasy ancient eras, that was just how it was.
I smirked darkly, scooped Plang into my arms, and headed up the stairs to the room.
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Screeech.
Opening the bathroom door to our separate double room, towel wrapped around me, I saw Plang lying demurely on the bed.
Once we got a house, no more of this annoying hassle.
Hugging Plang and renting another room had earned me a sleazy leer from the innkeeper that sent chills down my spine. Staring at me like I was some sex offender. Real unpleasant.
Fucking primitive NPC getting cocky...
Grumbling under my breath, I approached the bed and there was Plang's naked body. I'd washed her first and laid her out neatly, but her shitty sleeping habits had her all disheveled, snoring away peacefully.
Damn... asleep, she looked every bit the princess.
Red, glossy scales dotted her neck, waist, ribs, and such. They contrasted with her translucent skin, making me swallow hard.
The dragon tail coiled around her waist looked tough as hell, totally at odds with her delicate frame. It was always hidden under her dress, but now it really hit me—she was dragonkin.
Smooth.
Raising my hand to stroke her lower belly, curly red pubes tangled in my fingers. Like Tier, matching her hair color?
I wanted to lock eyes with those fierce eyes of hers too, but that'd be greed.
Glancing aside at the empty ampule by the bedhead, a chuckle escaped me. Park Jisu said one vial knocked out an orc for a full day; with Plang smaller than that, she'd be out for a day or two straight.
In short, right now, Plang was my doll. Felt like Santa dropping off a Christmas present.
The thrill of controlling a whole person without her knowing—it drowned me in ecstasy.
“Haa...”
My cock was rock-hard to the limit just from the situation. I wanted to rip into her pussy right then, but hey, gotta test the handles first, right?
That was the proper use for horns. Common sense... She was born lewd as fuck.
Calming myself, I leaned back against the headboard, positioning her head naturally on my thigh. Then I reached out and gripped both her horns tight.
Crunch.
Grip's killer...
Her head rocked back and forth in my hands. With my Iron Man trait, even if she clamped down unconsciously, it wouldn't faze me.
Heart pounding, I pried her mouth wide open. Sharp teeth unlike Tier's, and her surprisingly long tongue lolled out, drooping slack.
Heh. Dragon tongue like a snake's?
Chuckling stupidly, I adjusted her position and started shoving my fully erect cock into her mouth.
Slowly pushing past her lips, it plunged straight down her throat without resistance.
“Gurk! Guuk...”
Sedative, not anesthetic, so her gagging vibrations only stimulated my cock more.
Sitting on the bed with her swallowing my dick, face buried in my crotch. Her jutting dragon horns were locked in my grip, blocking any retreat.
This was the right way to use horns. How bad I'd wanted to do this every time I saw them...
No raw reactions like with Tier or Ritka, which sucked, but for a rude bitch like this, it was plenty.
“Gack! Guk! Heuk!”
Suddenly her throat convulsed hard. Looking down, I'd been shaking her head without realizing.
“Fuck, pure instinct.”
No point stopping now. I started rocking her head back and forth again.
“So damn easy.”
Felt like riding an amusement park ride. Swing my arms, and her throat and mouth automatically kneaded my cock while her soft tongue roughly scrubbed the shaft inside.
Precum flowed steadily in response.
“Huu...”
A thick breath of satisfaction and pleasure slipped out. To max sensitivity and arousal, I'd stuff her belly full of cum.
“Heh.”
Grinning darkly, I shook her every which way with my hands.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
“Gack! Vuurk!”
Couldn't control her body from the drug, so she kept spilling cum she couldn't swallow in time. Made my brow furrow.
Rude as fuck, messing up at the dinner table...
Bitches like her didn't deserve gentle treatment.
Squeeze.
“Gulp!”
Might as well go all out with the pent-up stress. Yanking her horns to the limit, I slammed my cock in deep. She deepthroated to the hilt, eyes rolling back, semen bubbles rising from her cute little nostrils.
Mouthing in pain maybe, but no hurt for me. The stimulation and visual synced up perfectly, pumping even more cum down her throat.
Hoo... this is a gentleman's revenge.
Couldn't wait to see her drenched in my cum by the end of the sedative's duration.
How long did I shake her by the horns, grinning wickedly? My head felt lighter from the drained cum, and nagging worries about cleanup I'd ignored crept into my mind.
“Uh... so, now what?”
“Uup! Gack!”
The pleasure in my lower body was great, but facing reality had cold sweat pouring. In a once-in-a-lifetime chance, I'd fucked up by not planning ahead—like the uncharacteristic me.
Anxiety made me look down instinctively. There was Plang, hacking and drooling snot or cum or whatever.
Her unusual state stirred some pity... Wait, pity for Plang?
“What bullshit, you fucking bitch.”
This was all her fault. I was innocent.
“Gack! Euk!”
Honestly, rude bitches like her were a mistake just existing. A congenital error.
I hardened my resolve and shifted my thinking. In crises like this, stay calm and plan.
Sedative undetected, Daphné on my side—alibi solid.
Reviewing variables, Daphné's swollen belly popped into my head.
“Just enjoy to the max, then knock her up?”
Daphné had fallen for me completely after one pregnancy. Impregnation was the ultimate man-vs-woman finisher with ancient tradition.
I knew from experience—brain turns to mush, total surrender inevitable.
As someone who's been there, I can pull it off better...
Medieval era, no talk of divorce. Pamper her a few days with Moonlight Heart Technique, and even tsundere dragon Plang would come around, humming happily?
Tsundere dragonkin...
Sounds good?
I mulled it over, still rocking her horns back and forth.
Deep relations with five women now. Daphné hadn't fucked yet, but it was a matter of time, so count her in.
Recalling their charms, adding a tsundere felt right.
I nodded, vowing inwardly.
“Yeah. Bad boy concept this time. Heh.”
Imagining her prickly eyes begging for love despite the hate-face made me grip her horns harder, slamming my cock viciously down her throat.
“Hoo... fucking love it.”