Chapter 10

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 10

Chapter Title: Lizard Subjugation ♥

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- Gruuuuh...

"Oh, guh...♡"

The pussy hole and walls, stretched to their limit, clenched tightly around Bori's cock, writhing desperately.

"Ugh, bleeech..."

As I thrust down with my full weight, the semen filling my womb backed up. My belly, swollen like a pregnant woman's, pressed against Bori's torso.

I spread my legs like a frog and wrapped them around Bori's hind legs. Hugging tight to his fur, which felt slightly warm, I held my breath to brace against the rapid pistoning slams.

My cock, soaked in pussy juice, saliva, and semen, brutally ravaged the narrow confines of my pussy. Every time I pulled back, the pussy lips clung to it, and when I slammed down again, it pounded my cervix.

I had to endure the sensation of my lower belly bulging out with every shake of Bori's hips. The bent structure made it impossible to penetrate that far, yet it felt like my womb was not just pierced but torn apart.

Thud. Thud. My mind went blank. Semen spewed out, coating my face. Thrust back in, and I came again. This wasn't human anymore. Just a pouch for holding semen.

"Eek, hee, ugh♡"

- Bulge.

It was then, as I let out a beastly wail worse than any animal, that Bori's cock swelled. It wasn't ejaculation. He'd been cumming since I sucked it like a bitch in heat. So this was...

- Bulge.

My already protruding belly, packed full of semen, swelled even more.

"Ah, aheek?!"

It was the male dog's instinct to hold and contain the semen for impregnation.

A wolf's cock had a bone to stay inserted longer, but if it slipped out completely through the gaps, it was pointless. So it ejaculates and swells to ensure not a single drop escapes.

Even half of what he'd just pumped in would be more than enough to impregnate me, but the male's possessiveness and breeding instinct had evolved into something uniquely obscene.

"G-Guhheek...♡"

Bori kept himself buried until the semen in my womb thickened into a sticky goo. It took about fifteen minutes, roughly. I'd never heard of any canine animal locking in like this for so long.

"I-I'm gonna g-get pregnant, so... p-pull out...♡"

I couldn't actually get pregnant, but I begged desperately anyway. Through the Animal Lover skill, I could feel Bori's intent—he didn't just want to impregnate me; he wanted to claim me as his possession.

- Shluuurp...

Did he want to impregnate me that badly?

Even pulling out was filled with reluctance.

"Ah, aheek, haa♡"

As the cock withdrew, my pussy lips clung to it. Pink inner flesh peeked out slightly, and with a wet pop, it slipped free and the hole snapped shut. The gaping pussy quivered for a moment before closing perfectly, thanks to Semen Healing, returning to its original tight slit.

- Glorp.

My belly remained bloated like a pregnant woman's.

Only a tiny bit of the now viscous, glue-like semen leaked out; the rest stayed trapped in my womb, sealed by the tightly clenched pussy lips.

"H-Hahik...♡"

The dangerously erotic sight nearly made me cum again. I caught my breath slowly and spoke to Bori, who was shivering beside me.

"Satisfied n-now, h-heek, hee...? H-Hic..."

I crawled over clumsily and rubbed my face against his paws. It was exactly bitch behavior, but more comfortable than trying to stand on two legs.

"Keng."

Bori lowered his head and licked my forehead. Like he was saying good job, now rest. I beamed and bowed my head.

'Submissiveness went up again...'

The higher it climbed, the more it felt like my human dignity was eroding away. But without Bori, I'd have died long ago. A meaningless life anyway—living as his bitch wasn't so bad—

No, stop with the crazy thoughts. I'm human. Human...

Though I'd undergone a massive internal shift, daily life didn't change much. I still panted like a dog whenever Bori mounted me, but adventurer work went on as usual.

Bori was smarter than I'd expected. Quick on the uptake, he could foresee dangers ahead. Whether he was wary of that priestess who'd smashed the bestiality addict's skull, he held back in crowded places.

He might even be smarter than me.

Of course, a girl rubbing up against him with flushed cheeks invited misunderstandings. Adventurers called me the dog-fucker. Some said it right to my face.

Bori bared his teeth and glared murderously, but I didn't bother denying it. Too much hassle, and my conscience stung anyway.

'Status Window.'

'...237. Holy shit.'

It really felt like it'd hit rock bottom.

I couldn't even gauge how far that was. More importantly, why'd Charm go up? You get more charm from fucking dogs? Jesus.

'It's the Status Window's fault.'

Haa. Damn Status Window. These mental debuffs hit weird every time. Thinking even my current thoughts might be influenced by it... gives me chills. Not that I was that serious about life to philosophize over it.

But high numbers didn't seem to change much. How much more submissive did I need to be? Offer my life? Pointless—Bori wouldn't want that either.

Maybe it was just a number. It definitely affected my mind, but perhaps that was Submissiveness itself at work.

For now, I saw it as a stat boosting Tender Care, Semen Healing, and Growth Mating.

'Bori's gotten ridiculously strong too.'

I swung my arm with a grimace.

'Status Window.'

Strength at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a whopping 107.

A skyrocketing rise.

Plain fucking and panting gave small gains, but if there was a 'trigger' for both of us and we resolved it somehow, it spiked big—like when I fully submitted as the female mid-fuck.

Another oddity was Loyalty turning into Authority.

What can I say—when Bori wants something, my lower belly tingles, and refusing feels damn near impossible.

Not that Bori treats me like dirt. He knows I'm essential to his growth, more than a tool—someone he shares emotional bonds with. He gets authoritative sometimes, but it's always to protect me.

Pack leader instinct, guarding the weak one.

Hurts my pride as 'master,' but I need him too. Thanks to him, I get stronger...

...Yeah, scratch that. I wasn't getting stronger.

Strength still at 7, Agility unchanged.

So even ten of me couldn't beat Bori by force?

Pathetic.

Knowing such miserable thoughts wear down the mind, I changed the subject.

"Wanna eat something yummy?"

I grabbed Bori's cheeks and rubbed noses with him.

Today, I wanted to play.

Because we had a shit-ton of money.

Silver coins: two from the lizard subjugation reward, five from Keseok... and lately, Bori was soloing C-rank quests like nothing, so we were loaded.

Could coast two weeks without work easy.

"Keng."

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too."

"Keng!"

"...Wanna fight?"

Of course, Bori craved growth.

Truth be told, stats rose more from fucking than fighting, but he didn't seem to know. Mistaking it because we usually fucked post-battle?

Fine by me. Watching him fight badass was hot, and getting mounted before the excitement faded was peak. Felt like a pure onahole in those moments. The depravity and shame were indescribably exquisite.

But this time, I had a reason I couldn't back down.

"No way. I reserved a restaurant to eat with you. Even for your master's sake..."

"Keng!!!"

"N-No pushing like th-that— h-hee, s-stop!"

I freaked and shook off Bori nipping at my chest. Eyes everywhere—what the hell? His intent screamed, 'How dare a bitch defy my master's orders?' but I let it slide.

Face burning, I rubbed my chest.

'A bit bigger?'

Something about the bite felt more... voluptuous.

I mean, my body didn't exactly scream 'mature' anyway. No clue on my exact physical age. Age piled on randomly, gender swapped, body grew—whole thing felt bizarre.

I shook off the stray thoughts and grumbled.

"You think restaurants that let you in are everywhere? And I wanna rest at an inn for once. Okay?"

"...Keng."

"You hate sleeping in the cold wind too."

Bori whipped his head away with a grumpy look. His eyes had this haughty glint. Far from annoyed, it just made me feel defeated. And thanks to Submission Pleasure, that defeat turned to bliss.

I reined in my mind to avoid Heat Cycle and soothed him.

"Cheer up. I'll stuff you with tasty stuff. Not tough jerky—tons of soft meat, yeah?"

Gray Wolves ate monsters and wild game. No idea if human food appealed, but I'd order lean meat-heavy. Probably fine.

"Keng."

Bori licked his chops in agreement. Eyes and intent a bit impure, but Animal Lover and Submissiveness made communication flawless. We understood each other, bonded—no one-sided stubbornness.

"Hm-hmm~"

Excited for civilization's comforts after so long, I hummed a tune.

Places allowing furry animals inside? Rare. Nonexistent, really. Fine for small birds or rabbits, but a massive wolf shedding fur with every breath?

Unfair as hell for me.

Bori stayed pristine via Tender Care. Same for me post-Semen Healing—no dog stink. Cleaner than adventurers who went months without washing.

Mouth, hands, feet—all self-maintained. No lie; French-kissing Bori felt nothing off. Refreshing, even. How I knew? Uh, coincidence.

'Rented out a slow hour slot... might as well play till then.'

Silver coins in hand: 16.

After reserving three.

'At this rate, I can escape this shithole.'

Called an adventurer city, but really a dump for nobodies.

Food costs a fortune, but Bori soloing C-ranks kept us stocked. Plus, no travel expenses thanks to him—bliss.

No potions needed with Tender Care and Semen Healing; never tired. His body was my weapon—no maintenance fees. Escaping this death-trap border village for capital life? Dreamable.

'Hate camping, but settling here's awkward too.'

Didn't feel it much with Bori, but quality of life sucked.

Bandit hordes, rapes, murders common. Strict policing, but ramshackle city meant security gaps.

My area was a 'green zone' or 'pigsty pen'—safe residential spot. But even here, slums lurked.

Money kept it spinning.

City of blade-wielders drawn to hunt monsters for cash. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Born in blood and violence. Normal folk wouldn't stick around.

"Time's up. Let's go, Bori!"

"Keng!"

Whether I'd resist spending temptations first? Debatable.