Yustitia the Dragon (6)
“Cough... cough...”
She'd clearly hit her limit. The moment I finished cumming, Yustitia spat out my cock and started hacking away. I couldn't help but say something.
“...You okay?”
Not that I had any room to talk—I was the reason she was in that state.
Should I at least pat her back?
I started to awkwardly sit up, but she shot me a glance and muttered,
“I'm fine... that's enough now...”
She let out a heavy sigh as she said it.
She seemed to be recovering a bit. And she didn't seem too bothered by how I'd grabbed her horns and jammed my dick down her throat without asking.
Thank fuck for that. Not that I hadn't already crossed the line, but what I'd done could've gotten me a serious complaint.
A dispenser was basically in the service industry. Sure, things got wild in the middle, but finishing just to satisfy my own urges felt kinda shitty.
Anyway, she looked okay now, so that was a relief.
“...I thought I was gonna die.”
Or maybe not.
I was wondering how to handle her muttering that when she continued.
“...This confirms it. Drinking it straight seems way more effective at heightening my senses than messing around with lotions or whatever.”
“Huh...?”
If anything, she looked happy about it.
I watched her mutter to herself, pinching her cheeks and arms to test it out, like she was thrilled this was some kind of torment.
She pinched until her cheeks and forearms turned bright red. It was a little scary to watch.
“Ah... doesn't last long, though.”
The effects must've worn off quick—her weird episode didn't drag on.
She stopped pinching herself with a disappointed frown and finally looked at me.
I flinched.
Her gaze sent chills down my spine, and then she spoke.
“Hey, wanna sign an exclusive contract with me?”
“Pardon?”
Exclusive?
What the hell was that? But she kept going.
“It didn't last long this time, but if we keep researching, maybe we can make it stick around longer. Hell, we might even find a way to permanently change my constitution... Anyway, the key here is you.”
The most important ingredient—your semen.
She said it just like that.
“Think of it as the same gig. Just... the supply's too low right now. Straight from the source is better, sure, but the stuff I've already made might have room for improvement too. To tweak those and test combos... I'd need at least twenty loads a day minimum... Ah, yeah... maybe not just cum. Blood... tears... even piss might have potential...?”
Oh shit.
This bitch was scary as fuck.
Blood and tears were creepy enough, but piss? That was next-level terrifying.
Anyway, I got the gist.
She wanted at least twenty loads from me a day.
Every day.
And "exclusive" probably meant becoming her personal dispenser, more or less.
But...
“Nah, can't do it.”
She froze mid-ramble.
“...Can't?”
“Yup.”
She stared at me blankly.
Then she opened her mouth.
“...I didn't mention the pay yet. I could double—no, triple your current rate. Still no?”
Triple? That was bank.
Three million won per load?
That's racehorse stud money.
I could bust twenty-plus times a day easy... I'd be swimming in cash.
Honestly? It was tempting as fuck.
But...
“Still no. Got prior commitments.”
First off, I had to save a couple loads a month for Eileya, and Liliana too. But even setting that aside... I had prior commitments.
My deal with Lilith.
To eventually take over for her, I had to become the ultimate dispenser.
If it was just about money, yeah, I'd sign with Yustitia in a heartbeat. But that was separate from my promises.
Plus, my Jotaechang only got stronger by fucking, and my Gift needed it too. Just pumping out cum for her exclusively wouldn't cut it.
I'd make cash, sure, but my growth would stall completely. And becoming the top dispenser? Forget it.
I didn't know my exact rank, but each branch seemed to have around ten guys on my level.
“...I see. Got it.”
She nodded at my explanation.
“In that case... no helping it. Promises matter.”
She backed off without a fight.
Relief.
Or so I thought.
“Guess we'll do it the other way, then.”
She snapped her fingers.
Snap...?
Clank. Suddenly, my arms and legs were locked in those familiar blue restraints.
The ones Sati had on when she freaked out and got caught.
Lilith said some crazy bitch made them from dragon scales.
And Yustitia was that crazy bitch—the dragon herself. I already knew that.
But why this...?
“Sorry if it's uncomfortable. Just bear with it... won't take long.”
“Wait, what...?”
The fuck?
Was she gonna lock me up just for saying no?
But then...
I spotted something that made no goddamn sense being here.
“That's...”
“You know what it is.”
A crackling rune floated in front of me.
The enslavement seal from Liliana's ass.
“Easier to convince Lilith and Hoaran this way.”
No, fuck.
Was she gonna...
Carve that shit on me?
“Haven't fully decoded it yet, so no perfect replica... but the 'source' is right here, so it should be fine... Might have side effects, but whatever...”
She approached me as she said it. I wanted to bolt, but the restraints had me pinned.
Side effects? Then don't fucking do it to someone!
“W-Wait a sec. Hold... on...”
“Don't worry. It'll be quick...”
I watched her lick her lips.
Staring at my rundown house, I sighed again.
“...Haa.”
Not that sighing would change shit.
After agonizing forever, I finally opened the door.
“Hoah..?”
Compared to usual, I was home hours early. Hoah gave me that "Why the fuck are you back already?" look.
“...Mom Lilith and Master Hoaran inside?”
Hoaran never left, and it wasn't Lilith's work day, so yeah.
Hoah nodded, and I sighed once more, dragging my feet to step inside—when the door flew open and Hoaran and Lilith came out.
“Hanjo! What brings you here? Home early today!”
“What? Why're you back already? You sick or something?”
Hoaran beamed at my early return; Lilith scanned me up and down, worried.
“No, it's just...?”
Fuck, how do I even explain this?
I was still fumbling for words when...
“Ah, there you are. Mind if I come in?”
Yustitia peeked out from behind me, casual as hell.
“Hey, Lilith. Been a few weeks. Hoaran, you too—how long's it been?”
Lilith and Hoaran froze solid at super chill Yustitia.
“......”
“......”
The silence was heavy.
Like, crushing heavy.
They stood there glitched out, then both heads snapped toward me at once.
“...Why the fuck is that bitch here? With you?”
“Hanjo...? What in the world is this...? This one cannot... comprehend...”
My mouth went dry as they stared daggers.
“Uh, well...”
It just kinda happened.
I had no clue either.
Seriously, no fucking idea how to explain this shit.
That's when Yustitia piped up to them.
“Anyway, mind if I head in?”
She rolled in a massive trunk. Lilith finally blew up.
“You fucking bitch, who said you could just barge in?!”
“Oh? Need permission, huh? Cool if I come in, right? Hanjo.”
She looked at me.
“Uh... yeah... sure.”
"See? All good," she said. Lilith glared at me.
“You...?”
“No, wait. It's...”
Fuckin' hell.
“Let's talk inside first. Neighbors might see.”
Lilith scowled hard but spun on her heel and stormed in.
“...Come inside for now, Hanjo.”
“Y-Yeah...”
I was panicking at furious Lilith when Hoaran spoke up.
“Indeed. Let us enter, Hanjo.”
She was way too chill, my pace entirely.
Watching Yustitia grab my hand and drag me in like it was nothing... I just sighed.