#136 The Returned Dragonian
The hotel suite was a total wreck, courtesy of me and the Succubus. The bed, sofa, carpet, and curtains reeked of semen and pussy juices, while the furniture lay scattered haphazardly across the floor. We'd fucked like absolute animals, and the Succubus had been the perfect partner to take it all.
Slap slap slap slap slap!
"You won't call me Master anymore?"
"Ahh! Haaang~! Not... not yet, nooot yeeet?!"
Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
The Succubus screamed as I flooded her womb with cum for the thirty-first time.
"That makes... thirty-one."
Smack!
"Hyah~!"
I used magic to carve a vertical stroke on her ass cheek with a smack. Her reddened butt, marked by my handprints, now bore six proper characters. I'd left these traces on her body to tally my orgasms.
Her belly was scribbled with arrows pointing to her pussy, alongside phrases like 'Steel Armor Exclusive Cocksleeve ♥' or 'Inject Cum to Turn Into a Succubus!' Counting just the strokes felt too boring, so I'd added flair.
The Succubus's lower half was a filthy mess after taking thirty-one loads straight to the womb. She'd hit her absorption limit faster than last time—sucking up my cum through the seventh climax, but from the eighth onward, it just overflowed. Her pussy was crusted with dried semen, foaming with fresh globs around the edges. Her porcelain skin was mottled with handprints and hickeys. Sweat and cum matted her silky hair to her body.
She looked like she'd been gang-raped by a bunch of guys. But no—she'd been ruined by just one man: me.
Fuck.
I was definitely a pervert. Even in this pathetic state, the Succubus looked stunning to me. Despite busting over thirty times already, just seeing her collapsed on the floor, panting raggedly, made my cock twitch again.
I approached and stroked her ass.
"Eek!"
She shuddered at my touch, pussy juices trickling down her thighs. Her body was so hypersensitive from the relentless pounding that even simple contact nearly made her cum.
"Think we've had our fill of that pussy for now..."
I teased her tightly clenched asshole with my thumb.
"Time to enjoy this hole?"
"Ah! That's not for... Nngh, nngaaah...!"
She trembled as my thumb slowly pushed inside.
"You can fuck this hole too. Hell, some people prefer it."
"No way..."
The Succubus stared at me in stunned despair. But I could read her hidden excitement—the sparkle in her dark eyes. Pure anticipation for the pleasure anal might bring.
"But we'll skip it today."
"...Huh?"
I crushed her expectations without mercy.
"Time's up. We have an appointment."
"Oh..."
I pointed to the clock. It was time to meet Jet Stream's remnants.
"Let's wash up and get dressed. You're coming with."
"....."
The Succubus dazedly watched my back as I headed to the bathroom.
She's got some guts.
She still hadn't called me Master. She'd withstood my sex skills head-on—something even Jina couldn't endure. A true Succubus! I wasn't pissed or disappointed. If anything, it was fun. A woman holding out after just one day felt refreshingly novel.
Take it slow. Nice and easy.
Haste makes waste, right? I'd handled the urgent stuff for now, so I could savor conquering the Succubus at my leisure. A woman who could handle me and get me fired up like this? Worth enjoying properly.
*****
A group of men and women gathered on the rooftop of the Prama Hotel in District 83. The roof was off-limits to non-staff, yet these intruders roamed it freely. They conversed with grave expressions.
"Why not use this chance to kill Steel Armor? Take him out and rescue the Boss."
"He beat the Boss. How the hell are we supposed to kill him ourselves? And where even is the Boss?"
"The bastard's human. He's gotta have a weakness."
"We'll all be dead before we find it."
These were Jet Stream's remnants, answering Steel Armor's summons. Not even a week had passed since their war with him ended. Hatred for Steel Armor burned at its peak. Yet they'd come anyway—suppressing their rage—because their eternal Boss, Jet Stream, was alive.
It could be a trap to lure them out, but their loyalty left no choice. Even if it was a trap, they had to show.
"....."
The Witch chewed her bubblegum with a bored face, watching her bickering comrades split over attacking Steel Armor or not. Inside, though, exasperation welled up in sighs.
Could these idiots really have served the same Boss? They weren't always this stupid and pathetic. With the Boss intact and the trio alive, they'd shown real smarts. But lose those four pillars, and their IQ plummeted.
Braindead morons. Forgot Prime Night's words? 'The one who survives to the end wins.'
No prep, just charge Steel Armor? The guy who crushed the Boss? The Witch wanted revenge too. But not as dog food.
Should I bail now? Get lumped in with these fools and...
'Hey, assholes. Having a fun chat?'
"....!"
A chill ran down the Witch's spine at the man's voice from thin air behind her. She summoned curse auras in both hands and rolled forward, regaining balance without touching the ground—her reflexes sharp.
"Who—Gah?!"
About to unleash her curses on her ambusher, she froze at the man's face in the moonlight. Steel Armor—the one who'd summoned them.
No way he heard those morons' talk...?
"How'd you fly up here...? Oh, right. The traitorous bitch."
The Witch smirked bitterly at Steel Armor's back. The Succubus clung to him, her massive bat wings—real, not jewelry—spread for flight.
"Gasp!"
"S-Steel Armor!"
"Haa... those idiots."
The Witch finally sighed at her comrades' delayed reactions. She missed her Boss today more than ever.
"Why'd you call us—?!"
Stepping in before the morons botched it, the Witch recoiled.
"....."
Steel Armor glared like a tiger eyeing prey, eyes bulging. The pressure felt like facing a starving beast with no powers.
*****
That fucking bitch?
Daring to trash my Succubus? She'd been mine since I first fucked her. Insulting her was insulting me—like insulting my parents.
In short, the Witch had just pad-lipped me.
"Pad-lip? Pad-fucking-lip?! PADLIPPPP?!?!?!"
Born in the land of keyboard warriors, I'd once dreamed of being the world's top one. Gave up after three days—couldn't top the talented ones—but still.
Pad-lipping a would-be keyboard warrior? Unforgivable. Had to be crushed.
"...Gotta hold back."
But her body... maybe worth overlooking once. Killer midriff volume, waist slim enough for one hand, perfect birthing hips, and long legs. Textbook my type.
And a pretty face too.
Added the Witch to my harem shortlist.
"Let's land."
"Yes."
Maybe because of her ex-coworkers? The Succubus obeyed sweetly. She set me down smoothly on the rooftop, reverted to human form, and stood behind me.
Oh! Virgin regen! Sleeping here tonight.
Third time popping her cherry. Score.
I approached the remnants with her, pausing to loom over the Witch.
"Witch, right?"
"...So?"
"The Succubus isn't a traitor."
"What?"
"She was mine from the start. Not Jet Stream's."
"....."
"Insult her one more time..."
"Eek...!"
I shoved my face in hers. She flinched at the sudden proximity.
"And I'll kill you myself."
On the bed.
So trash-talk her once more! Please!
"....."
Overwhelmed, the Witch clamped her mouth shut, fuming silently. I patted her exposed shoulder—wanted to grope it—and stepped before the group.
"Long time no see, you dogshit bastards."
"What?!"
"That fucker...!"
They—and the Succubus—reeled at my instant vulgarity. Or pissed, maybe.
"Couldn't even protect your Boss while I beat and dragged him off. Worse than dogs, right?"
"""....."""
They shut up, my facts hitting home. No rebuttal possible.
With their morale cracked, I continued. Wanted to command them quick, then pierce the Succubus's fresh virginity.
I dangled Jet Stream's life as bait. They had no choice.
These were his most loyal.
"You'll really return the Boss?"
"A man's word is gold."
"Huh?"
"My word's worth its weight. Trust me. I keep my promises, even with a knife to my throat."
"....."
They hesitated but had no refusal option.
"Fine. We're allies for now. As a trust gesture, a special gift."
"What?"
"Gift?"
Clap clap!
The rooftop door creaked open. A figure emerged.
"?!?!?!?!?!"
"Y-You...!"
"Impossible! You're dead!"
"....."
The remnants gawked at the hulking man. He scanned them boredly, slipping on sunglasses.
"Long time."
"Dra-Dragonian!"
Jet Stream's remnants finally had their anchor.
*****
"Dragonian... Deceptively cunning despite appearances. You sure about releasing him?"
Back in the suite, the Succubus voiced deep concern. She knew him better than I did, so her worry made sense.
But I hadn't let him go unprepared.
"Don't sweat it. The collar's on tight."
"Collar...?"
"Yeah. A collar."
The moment Dragonian thinks funny business, he'll die in agony.