Chapter 60 - Down to Business, Bitch
"Cheering you on while you roll around with another woman feels weird. But not cheering because you'll get wrecked feels weird too. My head's a mess."
"You just laid her down, right? You're really doing this? Right in front of us?"
"She's crazy, crazy, crazy..."
"Seated. Prime-time voyeur show prep complete."
Sighs, gasps, groans. And whispers so blatant they were embarrassing.
But the audience's chatter no longer registered, not even on the edges of my ears. All my nerves were locked onto Nidroga.
Onto the ridiculously alluring, mouthwatering female form I'd pinned down by the wrists. Her ruby pupils twitched endlessly, reflecting my own terrifying expression—even to me.
'Nidroga, Nidroga, Nidroga.' That's what my utterly unhinged gaze seemed to scream.
"...What're you staring at?"
She tried wrenching free a few times before giving up, whipping her head away like she was turning up her nose. She clearly hoped it'd come off as haughty. Anyone could see she just couldn't bear to meet my eyes.
I released her wrists. A flicker of relief softened the anxiety twisting her face.
Fat chance.
A female pinned under a male had no business feeling relief. I snatched the towel draped over her body.
"You asking how long I'm just gonna stare, Nidroga?"
"Damn it, that's not what I— Eek?!"
Now she grabbed my wrists instead, eyes bulging, teeth bared like she was daring me to try whatever devilish thing I had in mind. The flush staining her cheeks was adorable.
But her expression wasn't. That arrogant dragon face, still convinced she held the reins—I wanted to heat it up, melt it down, leave it a total mess.
"What, scared? Backing out?"
"Scared? Back out? Ha! You think I'd quit for anyone's sake? You think I'd hand you and Ishtar a win on a platter? This is a fight I can't lose!"
Nidroga scoffed.
"I've indulged in males' fantasies for centuries, feasting on their lustful energy as a succubus. The body I'm in is that of the world's strongest creature—a dragon! And you? What are you? Some normie with a fringe aptitude that's no hero, no dragon. No way I'd lose to trash like you. Why don't you quit? You've got no shot—"
"I'm doing it. Till you pass out."
"Hmph, big talk."
"Till our fluids are sloshing together so thick you can't tell whose is whose anymore. Till your tears, snot, and drool soak the sheets like pussy juice."
Nidroga's voice cut off. Her long, supple neck bobbed as she swallowed hard. I wanted to see it quiver with desperate moans too.
"Till you're begging for more, then begging me to stop. Till your spasming hips buck out of control and you're sobbing 'I surrender'."
Her fingers slipped from my wrist. The towel fell away like petals, baring the treasure it had cradled under the harsh white lights.
Red scales clung obscenely to her vital spots like exotic lingerie. Her shyly crossed legs traced elegant, refined curves. Hips absurdly voluptuous against her slender waist. Her chest—god, it could turn a man into a beast.
"...Even if you scream surrender, it won't matter. We're going the full eight hours till quitting time."
"Quitting my ass. What is this, a hotel... Kyaa?!"
I grabbed her tits first, kneading hard. Overflowing with elastic bounce, they snapped right back no matter how roughly I squeezed. Her scales felt less like living tissue and more like enchanted leather—flexing fluidly with my fingers through the plump fat, then melting seamlessly into her skin.
Morgan and Bilena's murmurs drifted over.
"Clothes that melt away. Genius. Whoever the artisan was, they knew their stuff."
"Forget artisan—which god crafted it? It's a dragon's natural biology. That's 'permission'. Means she's acknowledged you as a mating partner."
Permission, huh. No holding back, then.
I buried my nose in the bare skin beneath the scales, inhaling. Sweat from being pressed down lingered faintly—fresh as spring.
"Sniiff, haaah. Nidroga, Nidroga."
"Quit calling me that, you bastard... I'm not Nidroga...!"
I pulled back and looked down. She was fully naked now. Her nipples, long hidden by scales, peeked out shyly—pale pink, so faint they almost blended with her skin. Or maybe her flushed body heat was making them blend.
Heat radiated from her crimson cheeks, her entire form. Was this the succubus's shame, or Nidroga's anticipation?
Couldn't resist rolling one pretty nipple between my fingers. It stood erect, quivering taut—a clear sign of arousal. My other hand savored her skin, so one nipple was for my mouth.
"...Fuck. Why drag it out like this? Scared? Stalling for time?"
I wanted to etch that tiny texture into memory. Only my tongue rivaled fingertips for sensitivity. I took my time licking, rolling, sucking her breasts, savoring every inch. Each time she flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, I stroked her back and hair to soothe her.
Ravage, caress. Rinse and repeat. No rush—I lavished her body with deliberate affection. Fresh sweat beaded on skin that had dried once.
But Nidroga spat words at odds with her reactions.
"Heh, cocky at first, but this? I can... handle it."
Empty taunts were old hat thanks to Esen. Her heated breaths undercut the fake coolness—easy to see through. Taking it as a challenge, I shifted focus.
I teased her forcibly clenched thighs apart. They tensed like they wanted to kick me away, but violence meant admitting defeat. She covered her face, steadied her breath, and relented.
The tight slit was adorably small. Even the sparse, downy pubic hair was cute. It didn't suit her—those mature hips, the prestige of strongest creature and lord's daughter.
I wanted to memorize that tightness by feel too.
"Doing whatever the fuck you want... Hngh, haa. Obvious you don't know how to handle a woman."
Bluff or truth, didn't matter. I stroked the soft flesh between her thighs and slit—with fingertips, the back of my hand, my palm. Her spine shivered under my grip.
Now fingertips circled the slit edges. It parted slightly, her clit emerging like a modest ruby. Almost forgot she was a virgin—too visually overwhelming. Guess I wasn't the only one; heavy breaths not mine or hers filled the air.
"Can't even do proper foreplay... Hnng."
"Bullshit."
"That bitch is bluffing."
"Shh, everyone shh. Quiet viewing culture."
"...Shut up, you idiots! ...Eut...!"
While she snapped at the jeering crowd, my fingers stayed busy. The slit guarding her chastity yawned fully, baring its pink inner folds.
Right before sliding a finger into the slick crimson petals, I paused.
"What about you?"
"Huh?"
"Foreplay. You any good at it, Nidroga?"
"I told you, I'm not Nidroga... Hek."
I slipped a hand under her waist and hauled her up into a sit. Panic flashed across her face, then relief when I leaned back on my hands, like go ahead, your turn.
Party members freaked—"What the hell?!"—but I had to check something.
Her lips curled into a slow grin. She crawled over, pressing those pretty tits against me, licking her lips in a witchy smile.
"How many times do I gotta say it? I'm the Queen! Succubus Queen! I'll make you regret handing Lilith this shot!"
"What're you talking about, Nidroga? You didn't exactly deny me a feel. You were the one frozen stiff."
"...That was, well, not my will, the body just... Wait. You just called me Nidroga again? You ignoring me on purpose?"
I played dumb; she gnashed her teeth.
"Wasn't frozen—I was showing off my composure. Now let's see if you keep yours!"
The confident dragon snatched the towel from my lap—and froze solid.
Staring at my blatantly throbbing cock.
I gazed lazily at the ceiling lights.
"Gonna make me regret it?"
"...Yeah. I'll send you to a paradise of lust you can't come back from."
Liar. So obvious it was yawn-worthy. Hate it? Hell no. A beauty like this glued to me was ecstasy enough. Her technique was iffy, and I felt like blowing any second.
But shallow's not just about depth. Too busy sucking my ear and jerking my dick, she didn't notice I'd clocked her. Or maybe shame made her ignore it.
Succubi didn't milk men dry physically. They dragged out hidden fantasies with dark magic, tricking victims into exhausting themselves in illusion. Textbook case here: zero hands-on experience, book-smart, all bluff, awkward with real skin and reason colliding.
Tip's wet already—excited? Teasing the ridge like this gotta hurt, right? How's the technique that doomed countless men in dreams? Feels good getting touched by a woman you'd never touch in life, huh? Otherwise, you wouldn't keep checking my face like that.
"Yeah, feels good. Really good."
She waited tense for my verdict, then flushed at my sweet reply—no way she wouldn't.
"Keep going."
"...Whatever. Drown in pleasure and die."
I knew pleasure like a life-flashing kaleidoscope. Lived it plenty. For that soul-pulling bliss, this was way too tame.
"Getting close."
"Pfft, already? Lame. This'll be too easy. Sorry for those thirsty bitches watching—might be a mummy by the eight-hour mark—"
"Spread 'em."
"What?"
Porter aptitude. Ten times lifting strength. No match for Nidroga's human-level power. She panicked as I yanked her onto my lap, gripping both cheeks like luggage and hoisting.
"...W-W-Wait. Just wait. Hold on a sec—"
The party's stunned eyes lifted. As I fingered her pretty hole, stretched it to virgin limits, and pressed my tip against it, they muttered in shock.
"No way."
"That's what I think it is, right?"
"Not worried for that bitch or anything, but it's Nidroga. Think a newbie can take it?"
"Ah, shut up."
A snap at the crowd and judges, and silence fell. I lowered her ass slow.
Lighter than Esen or the sisters. The entrance that barely fit a finger clenched painfully like overstretched rubber, spasming. Safe to just ram it in? Yeah. Dragons were tough.
I wasn't. Felt like bursting already. Ignoring resistance, I thrust deep.
The barrier-shattering grind etched into my glans. All that foreplay for nothing—I buried to the hilt and erupted wildly.
Gush, gush, gush.
"Wasting it'd be a shame. Hooo, fuck. Squeezing so tight."
"...A...ggh...!"
Her pierced depths overwhelmed, Nidroga's mouth gaped, eyes unfocused. Whatever—I reveled in the vice grip, green with newbie freshness, clueless how to handle the sensations.
I shut my eyes against the pleasure wave, sighing—then a cool, amused voice cut in.
- Judges, update the scoreboard. 1:1 now. Show the players the clock too—how many hours left?
Right.
"1:1? Ridiculous."
With Esen and the sisters gulping as they watched, I smacked Nidroga's cheek hard—crack.
Still dazed, she yelped shrill, drool spilling.
"What, came after that little movement?"
"L-Let... me down...!"
"Don't arch away. Still a long way to go."
The thug voice from my throat felt alien. Not my usual self. Trauma surfacing after nearly dying to this queen-or-whatever bitch one too many times? Sure. Everyone snaps sometimes. Minds need airing out.
Like now.
"...You... hik. Must be tired too...?"
"Me? Why?"
Still rock-hard inside her, I tapped her lower belly. Then spanked that plump ass again for good measure. The sharp sting hit her bare skin; she yowled in surprise.
"Kyaaah...!"
"Long way to go. Exactly seven hours, twelve minutes left, you bitch."