A Pussy Only Has Value When There's a Cock
According to what Lufo had told me, conquering a dungeon was never something that could be accomplished in a single day.
From an adventurer's perspective, there was no telling when a monster or a trap might spring upon them, forcing them to tread with utmost caution. Worse still, a single wrong turn meant having to slog all the way back through cleared ground. Add the looming threat to their lives and the inevitable exhaustion of supplies, and retreat became a necessity. For any proper dungeon, one had to brace for a protracted war of attrition, venturing back and forth multiple times.
Naturally, even with its scale drastically reduced, my dungeon had been designed with the expectation of adventurers retreating and returning for repeat attempts. The fact that our very first guest was currently wandering in circles through the exact same corridor was entirely thanks to a trap prepared precisely for that purpose.
“Just what on earth is going on? I know for a fact I passed through here earlier…!”
Despite carving marks along the stone walls as she advanced, the adventurer had looped right back to her starting point. From her vantage, it must have been a profoundly suffocating dilemma, but from where I sat, watching the trap function with textbook perfection filled me with sheer ecstasy.
True large-scale dungeons were said to mechanically reconfigure their layouts in real time, shifting walls and corridors on the fly. As a penniless debtor, however, such high-end luxury was far beyond my reach. Instead, I had blended a drug with a mild ‘Confusion’ effect into select traps. Adventurers exposed to the resulting vapor suffered subtle memory lapses, an inability to accurately recognize recently traversed surroundings, and a gentle clouding of their senses.
The symptoms were exceptionally mild, yet completely immune to standard antitoxins. Best of all, victims rarely even realized their perception had been warped in the first place. For an enclosed labyrinth masquerading as a sprawling ruin, it was truly the ultimate cost-effective hazard.
“Ugh, what is this?! My clothes are melting away!”
Trapped in her haze and stepping ever deeper into paths leading far away from any exit, she stumbled onto aphrodisiac triggers and corrosive slime pits, her gear systematically shredded and her combat effectiveness steadily whittled down. At this rate, total isolation and collapse were only a matter of time. The mere thought of the thorough, merciless defilement awaiting her was enough to send blood rushing straight to my crotch, making my cock throb with furious anticipation.
Haa… Seriously, I can barely stand the wait. Should I just go down and collect her myself?
No, not yet. The right time for me to step onto the stage would be when she was utterly broken—incapable of putting up even the faintest whisper of resistance. Until then, I would have to satisfy myself by venting my raging lust on the maid standing obediently by my side.
“Mmph, ngh…”
“Yuria, your suction’s getting weak. Take it deeper.”
“…Mmh, slrrp.”
Under my command, Yuria reluctantly bobbed her head around my shaft. Though her porcelain-pale skin felt firm like a doll’s, the inside of her mouth had been constructed from soft, warm material indistinguishable from human flesh. The sensation of a breathtaking beauty sucking my cock sent an intensely lewd jolt straight to my brain.
Perhaps because she had only recently lost her virginity, however, her oral technique remained hopelessly clumsy. Feeling a touch unsatisfied, I clicked my tongue in mild reproach.
“Mnh, hah… mmph…”
“Man, how am I supposed to shoot my load like this? You really need to practice sucking dick more.”
“Such a thing is meaningless. I dislike this… it is so. Mmph, nngh.”
“Hey now, you can’t just say you hate it. This is the very instrument you’ll be serving over and over from here on out.”
For a golem, she certainly had clear-cut likes and dislikes. The more I learned about her, the more she felt like a genuine sentient being. Pointing a finger down at her chest, I issued my next order.
“Next, try wrapping your tits around my cock.”
“With my breasts… Why?”
“Because it’s incredibly hot, that’s why.”
“…It is an order, so I shall execute it. Commencing.”
With visible reluctance, Yuria pulled her uniform top aside, exposing her bare chest. In spite of being an artificial creation, her bust was remarkably well-formed and voluptuous. As that supple cleavage squeezed around my shaft, a wave of stimulation far surpassing her clumsy oral work rushed over me.
“…Comprehension impossible. Such an action, I do not understand what purpose it serves, it is so.”
“Getting served with a pair of tits is a special delicacy. Can you press them together harder with both hands?”
“The sensation on my breasts is bizarre. It feels… as though I am committing a deed that must not be done.”
“Ooh, yes. Right there, that’s the spot. Now, think you can pick up the pace a bit?”
“Understood. Speed, increasing. Moving faster… it is so.”
Squish, squelch. Her generous breasts bounced and slid rhythmically along my length, massaging my erection. As the friction pushed my climax to the absolute brink, I didn’t hold back in the slightest, aiming straight for her face as I let go.
Spurt, splat!
Thick ropes of white seed erupted across her features, splattering over her cheeks, nose, and lips. Grimacing deeply, Yuria wiped at the mess with her fingers, venting her disgust with a flat delivery.
“I dislike this. Sticky, unpleasant… it is so.”
“Don’t talk about your master’s precious seed like that. What are you waiting for? Lick it up and swallow.”
“E-Eat it? This… Why?”
“Because it’s an order from your master. Come on now, clean it all up without leaving a single drop.”
“…Ngh, mmph, slurp.”
Unable to defy my explicit command, Yuria dutifully began licking the semen from her fingers and lips. Once she had shoveled every last bit of it into her mouth and forced it down her throat, she muttered in sheer bafflement.
“Sticky, and metallic. It is not a particularly pleasant sensation. Consuming such a substance, I do not understand why it is required, it is so.”
“Haa, good grief. Looks like our dear Yuria still has a whole lot to learn about men.”
“I refuse. Stop this already… Ah, ahh.”
As my hands wandered over her synthetic curves in a casual caress, Yuria shuddered violently. Despite her trembling resistance, she couldn’t bring herself to knock my hands away. Watching her quiver, I leaned back against the couch and gestured toward my lap.
“Now then, Yuria. My cock isn't anywhere near satisfied yet. I don’t need to explain how you’re supposed to soothe it, do I?”
Staring at my rock-hard erection standing tall once more, Yuria’s expression stiffened. Having already experienced it, she clearly grasped the implication. Clumsily attempting to shield her exposed body with her hands, she crawled forward and positioned herself over my hips.
“Must I… truly do this, it is so…?”
Her voice carried a faint trace of desperate pleading.
“You don’t want to?”
When I asked, her brow furrowed in bitter resentment.
“If permitted to decline, I do not wish to perform this. It is so.”
“Too bad, because I really want to. And if your master wants it, shouldn’t a dutiful servant accommodate him?”
“…Wicked master. I hate you as well.”
“Heh, your insults just make it hotter.”
Perhaps utterly exasperated by my shameless relish for her verbal abuse, Yuria seemed to realize further resistance was futile. Drawing her hands away from her lap, she slowly spread her thighs apart, revealing her intimate cleft.
Set against skin as pale as polished marble, that vivid crimson crevice remained pristine and delicate.
“Ngh, ah…”
The moment my swollen glans parted those damp lips and nudged inside, an involuntary moan slipped past her mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of stimulation. Inch by agonizing inch, her tight tunnel stretched to accommodate my invading girth.
“Ah, hngh, aaahn~♥”
When my shaft finally buried itself all the way to the hilt, an undeniably lewd whimper tore from her throat. Feeling the slick heat coating her interior, I looked up at her flushed face with a grin.
“Yuria, do you see what’s inside your pussy right now?”
“M-Master’s cock… has entered my pussy. It is so.”
“That’s right. My cock is buried deep inside your pussy. And you took it in of your own accord.”
“Incorrect. My own accord, this is not… It is strictly due to orders…”
“Even so, moving those hips has to come from your own will. How about you start serving me properly? Just staying buried like this is pure torture.”
“…I loathe you.”
Resentful though she was, she could not disobey. Gritting her teeth, Yuria began to tentatively roll her hips. The ferocious combat prowess she had displayed upon our first meeting was nowhere to be found; all that remained was the hesitant, bashful fumbling of an inexperienced virgin riding my lap.
“Ahn, ngh… Feels, strange… Inside, it aches… A bizarre sensation… My core, it is being churned apart…♥”
“That’s what a woman’s pleasure feels like. It means your body is craving my cock.”
“I do not crave it. I do not desire such a thing. I hate this… And yet, my body reacts…♥”
Squish, squirt.
“Ngh, aah~♥ I hate it, I truly despise it, so why… why…♥”
Even as her mouth spit relentless protests, her waist kept rocking down on me. Powerless to stem the mounting tide of climax, her tight walls grew slicker and wetter, clamping down on my shaft with ferocious intensity.
Haa, this really is sublime. Even though she was artificially constructed, her grip put every high-end onahole I had ever owned to utter shame. On top of that, she had the face and figure of an ethereal maiden; the sheer erotic charge derived from violating such an exquisite creature was peerless.
“Yuria, how about we try kissing?”
“A kiss…?”
“It means pressing our lips together. Come on, lean down here.”
“…Ngh.”
Continuing to pump her hips, Yuria timidly lowered her face toward mine. When I cupped her cheeks and pressed my lips against hers, she clamped her eyes shut and stiffened her mouth, keeping her lips rigidly sealed—as if clinging to the desperate delusion that while she had surrendered her body, her heart remained her own.
“Mmph, mmmh~?!”
Naturally, such pathetic defiance was nothing more than a novice’s clumsy struggle. Applying a firm pinch to her chin, I forced her jaw open and thrust my tongue straight inside, greedily exploring the depths of her mouth. For a girl experiencing her very first kiss, having a foreign tongue aggressively probe her throat was completely outside her parameters.
“Hnngh, mmph… nnh, mmrrph~♥”
Unable to fight me off, she reluctantly allowed the invasion, whimpering softly as my tongue thoroughly claimed her oral cavity, painting her entire interior with my flavor.
“Phaa~ Just as I thought, your lips are delightfully soft.”
“Haa, hah… This is, filthy… Our saliva, far too mixed together…♥”
“That slimy stickiness is the best part. Heh.”
“Ah, wait… aahn~♥”
Pulling her tight into an embrace, I took control of the rhythm, driving upward into her core and drawing out precarious, breathy squeals. Tracing every inch of her synthetic yet miraculously lifelike skin, I found myself endlessly intoxicated by her warmth and the vivid, responsive give of her flesh.
“Haa, the more I touch this body, the more addictive it gets. Your limbs are hard like a doll’s, but every part that’s supposed to be soft is yielding and plush… Honestly, it makes me wonder if your creator built you for this exact purpose from the start.”
“There is, no way… that is true… ahn~♥ This was, strictly, to test the limits of craftsmanship… in replicating a human body… ngh, aahn~♥”
“Right, right. A master artisan showing off his skills by making you as close to a real woman as possible. In that case, you should be thrilled you met me. Thanks to me, that pussy of yours—which would’ve sat gathering cobwebs for all eternity—finally gets put to its proper, glorious use.”
“A pussy… was not made for such things…♥ Ah, ahh~ aahng~♥”
“Not made for it? Don't talk nonsense. A pussy exists purely to be filled and hammered by a man’s cock. If you understand that, then clamp down harder. Show your gratitude to the master who gave your pussy its true worth!”
“Haa, aah… S-Stop moving, so rough… ahhng~♥”
Pound, pound, pound, pound!
“Aah, ooh, I’m… I’m, c-cumming, cummiiiing~♥♥♥”
Assaulted by the unrelenting barrage, Yuria’s eyes finally rolled back into her head. Right as I unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep inside her womb, the overwhelming climax overloaded her sensory matrix. Shivering uncontrollably, she collapsed limply against my chest.
“Oh… ah… hahh…♥”
“Heh, look at that face. Completely melted. Did it feel that good?”
“I-It did not feel good, this sort of thing…♥ As expected, it is bizarre… it is so…♥”
“Oho, still refusing to admit it? Guess I have no choice. I’ll just have to keep working you until an honest answer spills from that pretty mouth.”
“Eh? W-Wait… Ah, aah, aahn~♥ S-Stop, I’m cumming, cumming againnn~~♥”
Slap, squelch, squirt! Pound, squelch, squirt!
What followed was a protracted, utterly depraved session that eventually gave way to a deeply satisfying, tranquil post-nut haze.
“O-Ohh…♥”
Looking down at Yuria, who was now thoroughly glazed in white and sprawled out like a broken marionette, I curled my lips into a triumphant smile and leaned down to address her shattered psyche.
“Well? Are you finally starting to understand just how divine Cock-sama’s grace truly is?”
“I-I under… I understand, it is so… So, p-please, no more…♥”
“A-Any more, m-my body cannot withstand… The circuits, they are melting away, it is s-so…♥”
Twitch! Squelch!
“Ah, oohng~♥”
Caught in the lingering aftershocks of the orgasm, her lower lips spasmed, milking out another pathetic squirt of fluids. Satisfied that her conditioning had advanced by yet another leap, I casually shifted my gaze back toward the monitoring display I had neglected for a while.
Rendered on the screen was the lone adventurer, still trapped in her hallucinatory loop, fruitlessly circling the same damp corridors.
She had clearly triggered quite a few traps in the meantime; her armor was now reduced to shredded tatters, clinging to her battered frame so sparsely that she was practically naked.
“Haa, ngh… N-No… Pull yourself together… I can't… I can't let it end in a place like this…!”
Heheh. Reduced to rags like that, and she still hasn't thrown in the towel?
Even better. Breaking an unyielding spirit like that was a vintage delicacy in its own right.
“Alright then, time for me to get ready.”
Judging by her state, the curtain would fall very soon. Tidying up my attire, I prepared to step into the special chamber I had set aside beforehand.
The stage where I, as the Dungeon Master, would bestow upon the fallen adventurer her inevitable end—the grand Defeat Humiliation Event.