The Strong Do as They Please
"Get home safe, Captain~"
"Right. Don't be late tomorrow."
Having entered the village with the subordinate she had stood guard with at the wooden palisade, Eruka finished her preparations to head home and exchanged farewells.
"You worry too much, Captain~ Are you off to see your lover again today?"
Eruka flinched at her subordinate's teasing joke and hurriedly shook her head in embarrassment.
"W-What? Hmph, a lover? With a pathetic man like him? Your jokes go too far."
"Oh, come on, you're so dishonest~ Men like honest women, you know."
"...Is that so...?"
"You're great in every way, Captain, but sometimes you just need to express yourself honestly. If you could just fix that, you'd be absolutely perfect..."
Was that true? Come to think of it, whenever Casanova spent the night with her, he often made her describe exactly how she felt, down to the smallest detail. Was that why? She had wondered why he forced her to do such things, but now her curiosity was somewhat satisfied.
"You talk too much. I'm leaving first."
"Get home safe~"
Turning around, Eruka tightly gripped the object tucked inside her clothes and quickened her pace. If she was even a little late returning to her sister's house, that sly Casanova would undoubtedly be sitting on the bed with a smug grin, saying, "Since you're late, you'll have to be punished accordingly, won't you?" before tormenting her.
Despite the late hour, she ran, casually greeting the few villagers she passed along the way. Her sister's house, which usually felt so close, seemed agonizingly far tonight.
"Phew..."
Come to think of it, Sister said she was going out for village business. Standing before the door, Eruka was about to knock when she remembered, withdrew her hand, pulled out her key, and unlocked the door.
Click, creak—
Slowly crossing the chilly wooden hallway and climbing the stairs, Eruka began her preparations.
Thud, thud.
Reaching the second floor, Eruka swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth and slowly placed her hands on her clothes.
It was a dress that would suit a refined woman like her sister—one she had secretly admired and acquired long ago but had never once worn. Remembering Casanova's teasing command to wear something pretty, Eruka's face flushed bright red.
Rustle... Snap, snap, snap.
She untied the sash, letting the loose strings fall, and unbuttoned the dress one by one. The tight dress loosened, revealing glimpses of her toned, curvaceous body through the gaping fabric.
Gulp.
Honestly, that man makes me do the most embarrassing things... It's so humiliating, not that I hate it, but— Grumbling to herself, Eruka slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders. The dress slid down in an instant, pooling on the floor. Left in nothing but her underwear, Eruka slowly reached for her undergarments.
It was luxurious black underwear adorned with intricate patterns—a birthday gift from a subordinate who had acquired it from somewhere. Looking back, it must have come from a human, as there was no place nearby to obtain such things.
Snap, slide.
The bra covering her breasts fell to the floor, and Eruka's luscious breasts bounced once. Feeling a wave of shame at her prominent nipples, she decided to get it over with, swiftly stripping off her panties and tossing them to the ground.
Now completely naked, without a single thread on her body, Eruka tried to cool her burning face as she picked up the item she had brought.
Click.
A proper collar. She remembered the crude, makeshift collar he had forced onto her neck a few days ago. That bound feeling, where her every movement was restricted by his touch. The sensation of being suppressed, unable to do anything of her own free will, welled up inside her.
Gulp.
This time, Casanova wasn't forcing it on her. She was voluntarily stripping away her own freedom, obeying his command. The thought made the collar in her hand feel incredibly heavy.
"Huuu..."
Stifling the groan that threatened to escape her lips, Eruka slowly fastened the collar around her neck.
Tight.
She tightened it until it snugly choked her neck, then locked it in place. Staring blankly at the leash handle trailing on the floor, Eruka trembled from an inexplicable rush of pleasure. Then, she picked up the other item Casanova had given her.
A plain black blindfold. He had told her to wear the collar and blindfold, then slowly crawl from the hallway to his room. He had commanded her to wag her tail and sway her hips in the nude, open the door, and act cute, saying, "Master's puppy is back."
With hands trembling from a mix of lust and humiliation, Eruka slowly raised the blindfold and covered her eyes.
Her vision vanished in an instant, forcing all her focus onto her remaining senses. The texture of the wooden floorboards against her skin, the faint scent of Casanova wafting through the air—his scent, thicker than usual, struck her nose, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.
"Haah, haah... haah...!"
Unable to suppress her mounting arousal, Eruka slowly sank to her knees. Placing her hands on the floorboards, which creaked under her weight, she began to crawl forward, step by step.
Alternating her hands and knees, she slowly crawled toward Casanova's room. Even without her realizing it, her tail was already wagging in anticipation.
Sniff, sniff.
His scent grew stronger. It was a powerful fragrance that always seemed to pierce through her entire body, and her hands moved forward almost instinctively. With every step, the thrilling scent intensified, and thick, lewd juices began to drip from Eruka's crotch onto the hallway floor.
Leaving a trail of arousal down her thighs, she crawled forward, but a strange sensation began to wash over her. In contrast to her burning, lust-filled body, her heightened senses sent a cold shiver down her spine, warning her to turn back immediately.
"...Ngh... Ah...! Uh...!"
Her highly sensitive ears caught a sound. Eruka perked up her ears and focused, and only then did she hear the faint, panting sounds of lewd moans.
"Hngh, whimper...!"
He summoned me, yet he brought another woman? Anger toward Casanova flared within her, and she finally understood the warning of her senses. She must have felt that ominous dread because she instinctively knew he was sleeping with another woman. Eruka moved her hands and knees faster, rushing toward Casanova's room.
Creak, creak.
Ignoring the groaning floorboards beneath her, she sniffed the air as his scent and the smell of semen grew thicker. She was furious. Does he think I'm just some whore? She had been agonizing over her growing feelings for him, yet he clearly didn't share any of those concerns.
Thud.
Eruka's rapid advance came to a sudden halt as her head bumped against the door. Catching her breath, she fumbled in the dark and reached for the doorknob.
Grasp.
Her hand found the cold metal. Gripping the handle, she slowly pulled it down. Feeling the latch release, the door swung open with a soft creak.
A wave of thick, lustful scent washed over her. Eruka trembled as the intense fragrance sent a shiver down her spine. While her body burned with arousal, her mind began to turn ice-cold.
When she was a child, unable to sleep because she was thinking of their mother who had abandoned them to lead the village's males, her sister would pull her into a tight embrace. Burying her face in her sister's chest, inhaling her scent, she would close her eyes and fall asleep in the blink of an eye.
After her coming-of-age ceremony, she had proudly left the village to hunt magical beasts, only to encounter a mutant beast. Covered in wounds and on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, her sister, face drenched in tears, had run to her on bleeding feet, hugging her tightly and sobbing as she scolded her.
The warm, sunny scent she inhaled in her sister's embrace had always been Eruka's happiest memory.
"Ah, whimper...! Ahhh, she's here, I told you she's here...!"
A voice she desperately wished wasn't there reached her ears. The scent of warm sunshine, mingled with Casanova's dizzyingly potent musk, tickled her sensitive nose.
"Are you here, my puppy?"
"No..."
A crushing sense of despair washed over Eruka, threatening to make her collapse. Shaking her head in denial, she screamed at Casanova.
"This is a lie...!"
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
Casanova's low, calm voice dropped like a stone. Why is his voice so cold all of a sudden? Slumped on the floor, Eruka reached up with trembling hands and ripped the blindfold from her eyes.
Her blurry vision struggled to focus, but as her eyes adjusted, the scene before her became agonizingly clear.
"Hngh, ah...! Uh, mnh, haaa...!"
Impaled on Casanova's shaft as he sat on the edge of the bed, a woman was straddling his thighs. She gripped his hands, bouncing up and down to ride his member with the face of a depraved, lustful slut. And yet, she was looking back at Eruka with a beautiful, gentle smile.
"Ah... ah..."
The beloved sister she had tried so hard to protect... The sister who always wept silently in secret to soothe her loneliness, who worked tirelessly for the village with a smile despite carrying the heaviest burdens...? At this moment, she was nothing but a female, impaled by a male, drooling and moaning with a depraved smile.
"Casanova...!"
An abyss of despair and boundless fury erupted within her. He had been playing with her all along. Casanova, who had claimed her body every night with words of affection and lust, had clearly planned this from the very beginning.
The reason she had let him defile her, whimpering the dirty words he wanted to hear and shaking her hips like a whore, was partly due to the deep pleasure he gave her—but her sister had been her ultimate reason. She had offered her body to Casanova to protect her sister, her final sanctuary. Yet, Casanova had broken that unspoken boundary long ago and laid his hands on her sister.
"Even so, I thought... I thought you wouldn't do this...! Even if it wasn't exactly like mine, I thought you felt something similar for me...!"
Tremble.
Her chest felt as if it were being torn apart. Eruka's jaw trembled, and her vision blurred with uncontrollable tears. Watching her, Casanova gently eased Tsuruka—who wore a sorrowful smile—off his lap and walked over to Eruka.
Step.
"I do feel similarly. Out of all the females I've tasted, you are by far the best when it comes to submission."
"How is that similar...?! Don't play with me...!!! You piece of human trash!!!"
Whoosh!
Eruka bared her claws and swung a fist at Casanova's expressionless face. Her lightning-fast strike, however, was effortlessly caught in his palm.
Squeeze.
"Khhh...!"
A grip far more powerful than during their first fight twisted Eruka's wrist. Unable to suppress a whimper, she let her tears fall freely as she screamed with pure, bitter resentment.
"I'll kill you!!! You promised!!! You promised you wouldn't touch my sister!!!"
"I never touched her. Isn't that right, Tsuruka?"
"Eruka..."
Clutching the bedsheets tightly, Tsuruka delivered the devastating truth to Eruka with a sad but beautiful smile.
"Seobang-nim is right... I went to him on my own and begged him to hold me..."
"S-Sister...?"
Tremble, tremble.
What does that mean? I don't understand any of this— Her head throbbed violently. Clutching her aching head, Eruka took a step back, but her back hit the wall, leaving her with nowhere to run.
Step, step.
"Stay back... Stay back...!!!"
"I kept my promise, but you broke yours, Eruka. What kind of slave raises a hand against her master? Hmm?"
"Don't make me laugh...! That's just sophistry...!!!"
No matter how much she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, the tears wouldn't stop. Eruka felt as though a dam had burst inside her hollow chest. From that broken emotional barrier, tears of pure sorrow flowed endlessly.
"Stop crying. It breaks my heart... My lovely Eruka, dry your tears and come here... okay?"
Love. What a sickening, horrific word. The price of the brief affection she had harbored was this devastating, so how could she possibly believe him? With a venomous expression, Eruka spat in Casanova's face.
"I really do love you, Eruka. A female as adorable as you is truly hard to find."
Casanova's repeated, twisted confessions sent her throbbing head into a spin. The profound exhaustion made her want to give up on everything, but the fury of him touching her sister flared up once more.
"Hngh!"
At that moment, a jolt of pleasure shot straight up her spine. Having closed the distance, Casanova began to thrust his thick fingers deep into Eruka's wet folds.
"Ah, ngh, haaa...!!"
His thick fingers, turning her mind to mush, scraped against her sensitive walls and pressed firmly against her core, delivering an agonizingly intense pleasure. Struggling to maintain her sanity, Eruka swung her fist, but Casanova caught it. Grabbing her other flailing arm, he pinned both of her wrists in an 'X' shape above her head.
"Ngh, ugh...!!"
He's only using one hand, but I can't break free at all— Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Eruka tried to twist her arms to escape, but as his fingers plunged deep into her innermost depths, her hips shuddered violently, and she squirted.
"Hyaaa...!"
"You're so lovely, Eruka..."
"Stop it... Don't say my name with that filthy mouth... Don't say you love me...!"
Her hatred for Casanova began to melt away, blending with the overwhelming pleasure and the feelings she had once harbored. As the flames of her anger slowly died down, Eruka thrashed her legs in a futile struggle, but even her legs stilled as Casanova leaned down to claim her lips.
"Mmph, nnh, chuuu...!!!"
His large lips sealed over hers, sucking greedily on her tongue. Her sharp fangs twitched, but as his thick tongue swept through her mouth, teasing and tasting every corner, Eruka's mind grew increasingly hazy under the weight of his kiss.
Why was I angry again?
"Pah..."
Casanova, seeing Eruka staring up at him blankly with her mouth slightly open, decided this was the perfect moment and released her pinned wrists. Her arms fell limp like a doll with its strings cut. Looking down at her dazed face, Casanova spoke.
"I'm going to put it in now."
"What—"
Before she could even ask what, Eruka's teeth began to chatter. Her toned arms and legs went completely limp, devoid of all strength. The only thing she could feel was her wet folds being pierced by his massive shaft.
"Hngh, ahhh...?"
Squelch, squelch... ♡
Ignoring her mental turmoil, Eruka's cervix welcomed his shaft as it buried itself to the hilt, her inner walls pulsing and clinging to his tip as if kissing it.
"I love you, Eruka."
Squeeze...
As Casanova pinned her against the wall, his massive body enveloping her in a tight embrace while whispering sweet words into her ear, Eruka finally surrendered.
"Ngh, ah, haaa...!"
Casanova loved her. He loved her not as a woman, but as a submissive female who served him. And Eruka, too, loved Casanova. Not as a husband or a partner, but as her beloved Master who would rule over her life as a female forever. She loved Casanova as her sole male.
"Ah, ngh, haaa...!"
Squish, squelch.
He thrust slowly, teasing her. As his thick head scraped against her inner ridges, ignoring her twitching cervix to prolong the torture, Eruka's legs shook uncontrollably.
"You love me, don't you? Tell me you love me, and I'll fuck you senseless."
"...Love..."
You betrayed me—and yet you dare say that? Despite her resentment at his shamelessness, Eruka could no longer hold back and cried out.
"I love you! I love you so much...! I love you, so please, scratch my inside with your cock...!" ♡
Ah, in the end, I'm just a female. Before the raw, honest instincts of her female nature, Eruka's reason suffered a crushing defeat.