Dragon of Mana, Yustitia (1)
A few days had passed since I got discharged from the hospital.
In that time, things went on as usual—taking jobs from summons, meeting up with Sati after she got her first paycheck and finally paying back some of that debt I never thought I'd see, stuff like that.
I even flicked her hard on the forehead when she declared she'd get her revenge once she paid it all off next month.
Honestly, though, I was curious too.
Before, even against a Sati who'd been made ultra sensitive thanks to Mugo's help, it took me cumming over five times to barely win. So yeah, I was dying to know how it'd go now.
Satyros were infamous—on par with succubi for notoriety, if not more—and the trait I got from her let me stay rock-hard until I was the one tapped out.
Sure, my stamina had gotten insane compared to back then, but against a well-fed, non-nerfed Sati? No clue how it'd play out.
One thing was clear: if she hadn't been exhausted or if Mugo hadn't helped, the master-servant imprint would've ended up on me instead.
But seeing her all fired up about revenge while paying me back? Made me think if I fucked up, we'd flip roles, and I'd get an earful from a gloating Sati.
'Heh♡ You called my pussy pathetic back then, but turns out oppa's the real pathetic one♡ Pathetic♡ Pathetic cock~♡'
Just imagining her snickering and cackling like that pissed me the fuck off.
If she were here, I'd spank her ass cherry-red, no question. I'd be that fucking mad.
Though she'd probably whine, "Why're you doing this now?" while clutching her red ass and sniffling.
"...Fuck, that's kinda hot."
Anyway.
I figured I should prepare just in case that shit happened later.
Not like I could snag another Mugo easily.
No money for that.
Of course, that's a problem for future me. Right now, I was busting my ass at work when my phone buzzed with a notification.
It came right after my second client, while I was chilling and browsing Mammathong. I checked it and my eyes went wide.
Rare type of summon. Not from an individual, but from some Mana Engineering Research whatever.
Had to tilt my head at the name—it stuck in my memory from that time they dropped a million won easy to collect dispenser cum.
"The fuck?"
No idea why, but when a place that'd been a hot topic for commissioning dispenser semen collections summoned me? Kinda obvious it'd catch my eye.
Never heard of it happening to other dispensers.
But...
"...Hard to pass up."
I knew they were sketchy when they threw cash around like crazy to gather cum before, and this summon? Stacked with serious money.
Not quite Liliana's one-shot hundred-million-won gig, but 1 million per ejaculation, no limits on sessions? Huge fucking score.
Plus, legit World Government org, so trustworthy.
"Downside is the distance."
Location was too far for a day trip. I'd have snapped it up otherwise.
Post-Liliana, summons taking past evening were banned for me. Sucks, but I was about to decline when I spotted the note.
"Teleportation scroll for travel provided..."
Space transfer magic or spells like Lilith and Hoaran used? Insanely high-level shit, costs varied by distance but all were a pain in the ass.
They made it look easy—finger snap or talisman, poof—but that's 'cause they're them.
For humans, even a mage with top talent grinding decades barely hits mid-tier teleports below space transfer.
Fees for World Gov hubs were nuts, and they restricted access hard for civilians anyway.
But a scroll-sized space transfer for personal use...?
"...How much would this sell for?"
Just the scroll's travel value alone blew Liliana's pay out of the water.
Couldn't pocket and sell it, though.
I'd never make it home before evening, and Lilith and Hoaran would murder me.
Last time was skipping lunch, but this? Probably locked out entirely.
It's my house, under my name...
Not being able to get in as owner? Might make me tear up from sheer pathos.
Anyway, not the point now.
"This makes it doable."
Quick trip, grind till evening—pure math said it'd out-earn two regular summons easy.
Short deliberation, then I couldn't resist and accepted.
Riiip—space tore open a handspan wide, dropping a rolled-up scroll.
"Whoa..."
Magic's badass.
Didn't know how they'd deliver the scroll, but like this? Cool.
Anyway...
"So how do I use this fucker?"
Never used one before.
Quick phone search: magic scrolls activate by tearing.
Simple. Nice.
Alright then...
Grabbed the space transfer scroll and ripped it.
Scenery flipped instantly—I blinked, and bam, whole new place. No more dispenser lounge.
And there she was.
Staring right at me: blue-haired woman.
Above her head, deer-like antlers—but blue like her hair, not deer-brown.
"...You the one who summoned me?"
What race is she? I asked, and she nodded.
"Yeah, looks like I got the right guy..."
She smiled at me—and my ever-present Body Checker, worn everywhere since the zoo incident.
"Right guy," huh? She summoned me herself—what's that mean? But good sign.
"So, what do I do?"
1 mil per ejaculation.
But no specifics on how.
She hummed, pondering.
"Hmm, where to start? So much I wanna do, it's tricky..."
So much she wants? Fuck yes.
Obvious excitement—she was gorgeous.
Deer-like antlers, blue hair down to her ass, sleepy eyes.
No clue on race, but after Lilith, Hoaran, and all those average hotties? Top five easy.
Especially those massive tits and ass—pajama-ish clothes couldn't hide 'em. Throbbing hard to resist.
Guy like me? Hotter the better, if they're paying.
I'll do anyone for cash, but money + good mood + eye candy? Perfect.
Fucking her and raking cash? Win-win.
While I thought that, she finally spoke after deep deliberation.
"First... yeah... cum here."
"...Huh?"
Thought I misheard.
"What'd you say...?"
"Cum."
Staring like do I not know?
No, I know.
Just so out of left field.
Plus...
She's telling me to cum but just blankly staring with eager expectation? No suck, no handie—nothing.
Wait...
"...You want me to just jerk off here? Solo?"
"Jerk...?"
She tilted her head mumbling, so I clarified.
"Masturbate."
"Oh, yeah, that... sure, why not?"
Like what's weird?
"Uh."
Swallowed the "Fuck off" bubbling up.
Her eyes were dead serious—like "when you starting?"
One thing clear: those aqua eyes weren't full of raw lust like most non-human bitches who summon me.
Not even the partial affection from Eileya or Sati.
This was...
That kid-spotting-an-ant-colony stare. Squatting to watch 'em intently.
And yeah, she was squatting, eyeing me just like that.
Stared back a while, decided: looks innocent, but fetish weirdo. Or this her play.
"...No toys or anything?"
"Huh?"
Nope...
Straight-up raw handjob it is.
Unfathomable, but client's paying—jerk it is.
Dropped pants, cock already hard from expectations of fucking her. Used my hand—not mouth, pussy, nothing.
Started stroking like she asked.
"......"
True to word—just watching. No surprise BJ, no tittyfuck. Staring at my wank.
What the fuck is this? Still jerked hard.
But zero sensation.
"Yawwn... um... still got a ways to go...?"
First ten minutes: pure observation. Twenty, thirty: yawning like bored, "Still?"
Pissed me right off.
"...Help a guy out."
"Help...? Me...?"
Nodded; she hummed nasally.
"Okay... so what do I do?"
Wait...
She's actually down?
"Suck it with your mou—"
"Nope. Dirty..."
Cut me off flat. Made my blood boil.
Not dirty, fuck.