Dickless Brat Soaked in Cum and Juices
After changing into the clothes Irene had prepared for me—my own outfit soaked through with a mix of semen and love juices, not to mention my lack of a dick—I emerged from the mine with Rita and climbed into the carriage. Our goal was to report Asmodeus's appearance to the Demon Hunter HQ.
"Never would've imagined it. You, going at it so sloppily with Rita... So you've finally accepted you're a female after all?"
"......"
"Who was it that swore up and down a month ago she'd never get pregnant? Where'd that girl go, and when did she get replaced by this slut fucking her maid for five straight hours?"
I'd lost my mind. Even if it was urgent, why the hell did I think outdoor sex was a good idea? Hell, we could've just gotten through the crisis and stopped at that—why did we go so many rounds? I wanted to die. Right then and there, I was tempted to hurl myself out of the moving carriage from sheer humiliation. Better to die early than live the rest of my life as her eternal punchline.
"Next thing you know, your back hole's gonna turn into a pussy too, huh?"
"That's enough, Miss Irene."
Rita spoke up with a dignified expression in response to Irene's teasing.
"We're all adults here—we can fuck if we want. Especially when Asmodeus's power had us in a state where not doing it could've cost our lives."
Rita was right, of course. And since she was clearly defending me, it should've been touching... but what I felt instead was humiliation even worse than before. Why? Because as she spoke, her cock was still fully erect, tenting proudly under her skirt.
"Hmph, fair point. But not with Kyle. And yet she looked like she was loving every second."
"It wasn't like that..."
"Bullshit. You always avert your eyes when you lie."
Irene chuckled mischievously, locking eyes with me.
"That big dick feel that good?"
"I said no!!"
I shrieked in embarrassment and shame, denying it flat-out. But Irene wasn't buying it, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"No my ass, you slut. You were moaning and squealing like a bitch in heat with Rita's cock buried inside you."
"I'm a guy!! A man!!"
"Acting like such a female and calling yourself a man? You're a girl from now on, girl. Dickless bitch."
Irene giggled and playfully pressed her fist into my lower belly.
"Urk!?"
"See? Just a little press on your womb, and out comes a proper female moan."
"N-no, it's not!!"
"What do you think, Rita? Does Kyle look like a man to you, or a woman?"
Rita answered without hesitation—directly contradicting my faint hope that, after all those years seeing me as a man, she might still view me that way.
"...She looks like a woman no matter where I look."
"Ritaaaaa!!"
"I just said it like it is."
Satisfied with Rita's response, Irene burst out laughing.
"Puhahaha! Even the maid who's been with you the longest says you look like a woman...! Why not just live like that? You seem plenty satisfied already."
I was pissed, but I couldn't outright deny her words. Was this life truly unsatisfying? No, it wasn't. I'd spent my days as the family heir clinging desperately to my position. But after leaving the mansion, life had become freer, more relaxing than ever. Doing what I wanted when I wanted. Eating the delicious meals Rita made, sleeping when I felt like it. And occasionally... those pleasurable nights with Rita...
I've lost my mind!
Heat rushed to my face. Why had that thought slipped in unbidden? This was why sex was a problem. The more I did it with Rita, the more something inside me felt like it was breaking down.
"What, no comeback?"
"Nothing... just had a weird thought."
"Don't tell me you're thinking about fucking Rita again?"
My body twitched involuntarily. It wasn't exactly that I wanted to fuck again, but I had just pictured it.
"Whoa, she totally is—look how red her face is!"
"If my lady wishes, we could do it right here..."
"Aaaah!! Shut up, Rita!!"
Did she think it was fine since we'd already been caught? Or did she just have zero shame? Her words made my head spin; all I could think was how badly I wanted to get out of that carriage.
Time dragged on like one second felt like a full minute before we finally arrived back at Demon Hunter HQ.
"Wait here. I'll go get the guild master."
Given the gravity of the situation, Irene headed off to fetch the guild master. I nodded eagerly—finally free from my crass, bitchy childhood friend.
"Mm."
Rita glanced around the interior of the HQ for a moment before speaking.
"Looks like showing them that example worked. No one's mocking you anymore, my lady."
Just as Rita said, no one in the HQ was mocking me now. If anything, they averted their eyes to avoid crossing paths.
"Yeah."
"You did well listening to me."
"Yeah. Thanks."
As we stood there resting quietly with Rita, the door opposite us opened, and a woman stepped out. She had a body that instantly commanded respect—toned, muscular from years of battle, enhanced by the sharp, wolfkin features that made her even more striking. But one thing grated...
A massive cock, its outline clearly visible bulging over her jeans. This woman was a futanari like Rita.
I quickly averted my eyes to avoid the unsightly sight when...
"......?"
She pulled out a cigarette, and our eyes met.
"You there, new face."
The wolf woman pointed at me and approached slowly, scanning me up and down.
"Hm... quite the fuckable body on this bitch."
Hearing that from a futanari sent a chill down my spine. Rita alone was a handful—why was this one being a pain too? Just as I thought that, Rita stepped in front of me, blocking the space between us and the wolf woman.
"...Is being rude to strangers a Demon Hunter specialty?"
Rita wore a faint smile, but it wasn't friendly. It bordered on murderous intent.
"I thought I'd already shown an example last time."
"Sorry, but I wasn't there."
"Then I'll have to show it again. Get ready to lose a hand?"
Bam!
Provoked, the wolf woman slammed the wall.
"Hey, do you even know who I am?"
"You look like a bitch in heat, but I don't need to."
"What?"
"And put out that cigarette. The smoke's bad for my lady's health."
"Ha."
The wolfkin's eyes narrowed, green irises flashing with feral savagery.
"Acting this cocky means you're confident. Let's see how well you fight."
She tossed her cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her boot heel. Lowering into a stance, she snatched a nearby axe and charged at Rita like a beast.
The axe whistled through the air. Rita swiftly drew her sword and swung it at the descending blade.
Kagagagak!
Metal screeched as sword met axe, cracking the floor around them from the impact.
"Your arms must be killing you."
The wolf woman pressed down on her axe, forcing Rita's longsword lower. The blade began to bend slightly as Rita's muscles tensed. But Rita didn't yield.
"I'm fine. Better than you, at least."
With that, Rita twisted her sword, deflecting the attack and leaping to the axe's opposite side. She darted in for a thrust aimed precisely at the shoulder. But the wolf woman ducked just in time, losing only a few strands of hair.
"Hmph. Going for skill?"
This time, the wolf woman spun her axe one-handed and smashed toward Rita's side. Rita raised her sword vertically to block, but the force sent her crashing into the wall.
Kwakwang!!
The wall crumbled, cratering the floor beneath Rita's feet. Yet she kept her balance.
"Impressive. Stronger than I expected for a beastkin."
"You're no slouch either. But."
The wolf woman's eyes gleamed.
"You know you can't win with raw power now, right?"
She swung the massive axe again, aiming for Rita's neck. Rita didn't dodge. Instead, she gripped her sword in reverse grip and charged forward as if to pierce through.
"Then I'll break through with speed."
Rita dropped low and spun sideways. Her longsword followed the arc smoothly, stabbing like a dagger toward the wolf woman's abdomen.
Chaeng!!
The axe came down reflexively, batting the sword away. But was that part of Rita's plan? Using the rebound, Rita spun, drew a backup dagger from her waist, and thrust at the thigh.
"...I admit it. You're strong."
The wolf woman bent backward at impossible speed, evading the blade. The exchange was so fast it stunned even the onlooker. Rita's agility was shocking enough, but this wolf woman matched her blow for blow—on par with what I'd peg as imperial knight captain level.
Where the hell did she come from? As I wondered that...
"Hey, you bitches, cut it out!"
A voice halted the fight. Irene.
"Rita, why are you fighting again!? You already cut off a Demon Hunter's hand last time!! Is your cock so horny it's got your brain all riled up too?"
"...My apologies. But she was rude to my lady first."
Irene's gaze shifted to the wolfkin, who averted her eyes. Irene yelled.
"Goddamn it, Guild Master! I told you I had a guest today! Is your head up your ass?! Or do you have a dick plugged in your ears so you can't hear me?!"
Wait... did I hear that right? This psycho wolf woman was the Demon Hunter guild master?