Chapter 3: Dispenser (2)
Suddenly, my pants and underwear slid down, exposing my towering erection. It was fully hard, veins bulging, flushed and throbbing.
It had to be.
No red-blooded man could see that and not get hard.
The problem was the woman right in front of me staring at my dick with keen interest. I frantically tried to pull my pants back up under her gaze.
Yeah, I tried.
But my body wouldn't move.
Magic.
Or some supernatural ability. Whatever it was, this woman eyeing my rock-hard cock was definitely behind it.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?"
At least my mouth still worked—for better or worse. I had no idea, but in this mess, I had to say something to get out of it.
She tilted her head at my words and replied.
"What do you think? Staring at your dick. You saw my pussy, so why can't I see yours?"
Her casual response left me speechless.
Is that how it works? The thought hit me, and my words caught in my throat. But this was different.
She'd shown me her pussy. I never agreed to flash my dick.
Still, she held all the power. Whatever she'd done to me, I was frozen, cock standing at attention, utterly at her mercy.
"...N-no, go ahead."
In the end, that's all I could say.
"See? You're fun."
Fun how?
Was my terrified, groveling ass amusing her?
I couldn't voice that. Who knew what she'd do if I pissed her off. I just let my displeasure show, glaring as best I could.
Fuck...
Fuck...
That's how the world worked.
The weak get despised.
The weak get pitied.
The weak cower and scrape by on scraps, watching every move.
And that fucking sucked.
The world had gone to shit, and I was still weak. Everything flipped upside down, and I was still at rock bottom.
And I would be forever.
To powerhouses like this woman—who could pin me down without trying and laugh about it—I'd always bow and scrape. That was my past life and my future.
Not that it was unfair.
The strong could despise or pity the weak as they pleased—it was natural law. If you have power, you use it. Obvious.
But why was I always the weak one?
Born an orphan, the job I clawed for crumbled to dust. Even in this fucked-up world, I dragged myself here just to survive.
Why did this have to happen to me?
I knew the answer.
Because I was weak.
It pissed me off.
It fucking enraged me.
Tears welled up without me noticing.
And that just made me angrier. I glared at her through the tears.
Pathetic.
Couldn't even glare properly. Crying while trying? Fucking humiliating.
She smirked at my sorry state and stepped closer.
"Strong survival instinct. Thrashing to live, desperate to pass on your seed. Every creature has it, but few as fierce as yours. Most go limp and shrink when paralyzed by magic. Not you."
She glided closer, tracing my cheek with a finger, wiping away a tear.
"Angry? Ashamed? That I saw your dick and you're helpless to stop it?"
No, that's not it.
She continued.
"Let's be honest. It's not shame at showing your dick to me. Right? Deep down, flashing it to a woman like me turns you on. Guys would pay top dollar for the chance. So that's not it. You're just..."
She grinned wickedly.
"Frustrated you can't shove that exposed cock into me."
She sighed, her hand roaming my chest.
"You want to fuck me, don't you? Ram your dick in my pussy, flood my womb with your seed. Over and over... until I'm knocked up with your kid. Admit it."
Her breath ghosted my skin, hot as fire.
Scorching.
My whole body burned like it was in flames.
"But you can't. Because I'm way stronger. Even if you got a hundred times tougher, you'd never touch me. Look—you can't even resist a basic binding spell. And now..."
Her hand brushed my cock.
"Even if I touch your dick like this... you can't do shit."
Her fingers stroked it lightly.
"All you can do is go home, jerk off imagining my pussy, and blow your load on some tissue. Pathetic, us weak humans. Can't even claim the women we want. But don't worry—most humans who come here are the same. Powerless losers who can't satisfy any female."
She whispered in my ear.
"So, as a special treat for a pitiful thing like you..."
Her hand started stroking my cock fast, driving me insane.
Stroke, stroke, stroke...!
Fuck...!
What the hell kind of handjob...!
No fancy techniques—just simple strokes, but it felt insane.
But I held out.
No way I'd cum like a chump after her bullshit, no matter how fucked my life was.
She giggled at my resistance.
"Tougher than I thought. Did my words bruise that ego? Looks don't match the cuteness... Damn, I'm starting to like you for real."
She gripped my cock fully. It twitched at the new sensation, but I endured, steadying my breath. She spoke up.
"Wanna bet? Hold out one more minute—exactly—and I'll suck you off as a bonus. Deal?"
"...Suck?"
I blurted it out, and she laughed.
"Yeah, with my mouth."
Her mouth...
On my dick? This arrogant bitch sucking me?
"...Fine. You're on."
"Good. But if you lose...?"
If I lose?
I blanked for a second, nearly cumming, and barely clamped it down.
Twitch, twitch...!
I barely averted disaster from zoning out, but precum still leaked out.
She grinned at the pearly drop on my tip.
"Can't think of stakes? Just grant me one wish if you lose."
A wish?
What could a weakling like me do for a monster like her? But her gaze left me nodding.
Slowly, her triangular-slit pupils returned to normal.
I knew it—she wasn't human. Some high-tier non-human.
Cold sweat trickled down.
All races are equal.
That was the slogan of the World Government, born from the chaos, ruling the whole messed-up Earth.
Bullshit.
Equal? With races born with powers? No chance. Especially powerless humans like me.
But if I won the bet, I could make this bitch suck my dick.
It was half blackmail, but winning meant it was mine.
I'll endure. With that resolve, she smirked.
"Deal sealed, then?"
...Wait, sealed? Like a contract?
Before I could ask, her other hand gripped tighter.
"First, light vibration... times 500."
"The fuck?!"
Her hand buzzed wildly, and my cock erupted helplessly.
Splurt, splurt...!
But it didn't stop.
The vibration kept going mid-orgasm, forcing more out.
Splurt...!
"Hngh...!"
Spluuurt...!
"Hrgh...!"
Spluuuurt...!
"Heuk...!"
Eight back-to-back orgasms drained me dry; my dick went limp like it had nothing left. She released it and whispered.
"How's it feel, dumping all that tissue-load cum into my hand instead?"
I had no words.
No energy for them.
Her hand vibrated like a fucking jackhammer at "500x," and I didn't last three seconds—then eight forced loads left my vision sparkling.
But I had to say it.
"Cheat... that's a fucking cheat..."
She never mentioned 500x vibration.
No human hand could do that.
"Yeah, total cheat. So what?"
She casually agreed while scooping my cum into a glass vial. I was speechless at her gall.
How is she this shameless?
And yeah, like she said—no comeback from me. That fucking hurt.
"...So now what?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
She's messing with me. I was starting to read her psycho ass.
Fucking crazy bitch.
I caught my breath and pressed on.
"The bet... What do I owe you?"
"Oh, right. Forgot. But hold on—gotta do this first."
The vial of my cum glowed with a hum, and her smile deepened.
"Yep, as expected. Though eight loads in a row makes sense."
"...What?"
"Why you're here. Congrats—you're a Dispenser starting today."
"Me?"
Just like that?
Too sudden. The job I'd begged for felt unreal, joyless.
All I'd done was get a handjob and milked dry—yet somehow qualified? And her tone, like eight orgasms sealed it, made it worse.
Something felt off.
"And my wish..."
She approached, grabbing my limp dick. Her eyes curved like crescent moons.
"Wanna be my son?"
I'll spoil you rotten.
Mommy.
Fuck.
I was fucked.
"So, I..."
Think.
"Become your son?"
Otherwise, after 25+ years without knowing my parents, this cum-squeezing bitch becomes my mom.
"...Why?"
No matter how I turned it, no sense. She was no ordinary woman—high-tier non-human, way above a normal fuck.
Beings like her defied logic.
"'Cause I like you."
See?
Just 'cause she liked me. No logic, no reason.
But she had the power to shatter logic.
"Refuse if you hate it. But I'll revoke your approval. Breaking the contract means paying up."
"...That was a scam contract."
"Get stronger than me if it bugs you."
She could shatter my logic, alright.
"...Even so, becoming the son of a stranger I met today? No name, nothing? That's insane."
Her eyes widened.
"Wait, you don't know me?"
No, fuck, how would I? You psycho—first time meeting. I bit it back. Then I looked again.
Her reaction was weird.
Staring like I was the idiot. Maybe I wasn't the crazy one.
But still, first time seeing her.
No way I'd forget a beauty like that. Life wouldn't suck this much if I knew her.
"...Still no?"
She snapped her fingers; her skimpy outfit became an elegant noble dress.
Still clueless. She puffed her chest, expectant, then looked baffled.
"...Seriously? Even now?"
She tied her hair back, and horns sprouted above her head.
"Ah."
Then I knew.
"Finally. Kinda disappointing. Thought I'd shown my face more than to those shut-ins. Figured you knew and were just bold. Dumbass—"
Succubus Queen.
Famed as such...
One of the twenty-two heroes who founded the World Government.
Lilith Ashtarte.
"Mother."
I prostrated before her—no, Lilith.
"Your son pays his respects."
So this was the mother I'd been looking for.