Five Full Stars for Your Virgin Pussy!

It began with the suffocating narrowness at the entrance, followed by the impossibly tight squeeze as I pushed inward, every delicate fold and ridge clinging possessively to my shaft. And when I reached the deepest recess of that uncharted cavern, the sensation of tearing through the tender barrier yielded the intoxicating triumph of leaving pristine footprints across freshly fallen snow.

Yes, my cock is the very first thing to leave its mark upon this pure, untouched cunt. For this moment, at least, this oblivious yet utterly lewd body belongs entirely to me.

"Ah, ahhh, nghhh…♥"

As I basked in the supreme conquest of claiming a maiden's one and only virginity, a desperate haze crept across her face, as though she were already losing her battle against the rising tide of orgasmic bliss.

"Haaah… What an incredible pussy. On a five-star scale, I wouldn't hesitate to give it a full score."

The moment I voiced my review and rolled my hips against hers, Jena snapped out of her stupor. Trembling violently from head to toe, she glared up at me with panicked outrage.

"Kh, ngh… Wh-what did you just do…?! Why did you put… something like that inside of me…!"

Man, do the people of this world really have zero concept of sex?

It was a bit of a shame, since that meant we couldn't share the mutual emotional resonance that usually came with intimacy. Still, the deep crimson flushing her skin and the flustered desperation in her eyes proved that her instincts recognized the sheer humiliation of her predicament. Stripped bare, pinned down helplessly, and having her most private depths breached—any woman would feel a scorching sense of shame.

"Why else?" I replied smoothly. "To have some fun together."

After all, that was my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠primary purpose here, and the exact design philosophy behind this dungeon.

"Ah, aaahn!"

The moment I rolled my hips in earnest, she arched her back, gasping for air as her body bucked against the overwhelming foreign fullness stretching her insides.

"Haaah, ah, ngh…♥ St-stop this… Don't, don't move… ahhh♥"

"That's an unreasonable request. Telling me to stay still with such an exquisite body laid out before me is practically torture. Besides, doesn't it feel good? I'm just awakening the dormant instincts of a woman that have been sleeping inside you all this time."

"It doesn't… feel good…♥ Th-this… something like this… nghhh!"

"Oh, really? Then I guess that means I can pick up the pace."

"Wh-what? Wait—!"

Squelch, squelch! Smack, smack, smack!

"Ah, ahhh♥ Hah, haaah—♥ St-stop, don't, don't go faster, nooo…♥♥"

Her hips bounded wildly against the mattress as I accelerated my thrusts. Watching her smooth flesh ripple like waves under the fierce impact sent my arousal soaring. Unable to hold back, my hands roamed freely over every curve of her body. I caressed her flushed cheeks as she tried desperately to resist the pleasure, kneaded her full, bouncing breasts as they swayed assertively with every slam, and finally let my fingers trace her lips.

"Your lips are remarkably soft."

Savoring the supple texture beneath my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fingertips, I posed a casual question.

"Usually, adventurers have rough, weathered skin. Tell me, have you ever kissed anyone before?"

"Th-that's… haah, n-no… As if I ever… ahhh♥"

"Heh, so that makes me the first man to claim your lips, too. Open up."

"Wh-what do you—mmph♥"

She flinched in disgust as my lips sealed over hers. At first, it was pure revulsion at being kissed by an enemy she didn't love, but even that meager defiance crumbled into dust the moment my tongue parted her lips and breached her mouth.

"Mmph, nnh, mmrrgh♥"

It was her very first taste of a French kiss. My tongue—wielded with practiced confidence—thoroughly conquered and ravaged the roof of her mouth, leaving her squirming beneath me. Even while pinning her mouth, my hips never ceased their relentless assault. Trapped in a vice of pleasure both above and below, she seemed to lose all tether to reason, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as she choked on the stifling ecstasy.

"Haaah, hah…♥ St-stop, I can't breathe… mmph♥"

"Don't fight it. Just accept it. You're loving this, aren't you? Be honest."

"N-no, I'm not… This doesn't… feel good at all—"

Pound, pound, pound, pound!

"Ah, ahhh, hah, aahhh♥ St-stop, please, stooop~~~♥♥"

Every single inch of her was breathtakingly lewd, yet completely untouched. Breaking in a pristine masterpiece like her was a thrill unlike anything else. As my excitement peaked, I drove my hips forward with furious momentum, preparing for the climax of our first bout.

"I'm about at my limit. Mind if I paint your insides?"

"Ah, ahh, haaaah♥ Aaah, ahhh♥"

"Pfft, you're getting pounded so hard you can't even think straight, can you?"

She was so lost in the pleasure that she didn't even realize my cock was swelling to burst inside her. Well, if she was enjoying it this much, the least I could do was fulfill her deepest desires.

"Haaah… You feel it throbbing against your walls, don't you? That means my seed is about to explode right inside you."

"H-huh? W-wait… ah, aahhh! Ahhh♥"

"Heh, it's too late to beg now! Open up that cervix wide and get ready to swallow every drop of my seed!"

"St-stooop♥ I don't know what that means, but don't do it, don't do ittt~~~♥♥♥"

Sploosh, throb—splurt!

"Aaaah, aaaaahhh~~~♥♥♥"

My release triggered an explosive, shattering orgasm within her. Her soaking walls clamped down savagely on my cock, milking every last drop from my balls as if wringing out a sponge. The volume was so immense that her lower belly swelled faintly beneath my gaze, visibly demonstrating that she was filled to the brim. When I finally dragged my spent shaft free from her twitching entrance, a thick cocktail of semen, love juices, and the crimson proof of her surrendered virginity trickled out across her thighs.

"Ah, ahhh, hah…♥"

She lay there utterly wrecked, panting as though her brain had melted straight through her ears. Looking down at her pathetic, blissed-out state, a smirk spread across my lips, and I stroked her quivering side.

"Man… I knew it would be good, but I never imagined it'd feel this amazing. Being a Dungeon Master might actually be a pretty sweet gig."

If gorgeous women were going to keep rolling into my lap like this, I had zero complaints. Chuckling to myself, I forced her half-parted lips wider, shoved my twitching, half-hard cock right past her teeth, and compelled her into a blowjob.

"Come on now, don't just lie there. Once the deed is done, you've got cleanup duty."

"Mmph, slurp…♥"

Her dazed, unfocused eyes stared into space as she mechanically sucked on the head. A smear of her own virgin blood was mingled with the thick white cream leaking past her lips. The sight of it instantly re-ignited my lust, and despite having just finished, my shaft hardened right back up inside her mouth.

Hah… Yeah, it'd be an absolute waste to toss this one aside after just one round.

"All right, you've rested enough. Time to get moving again. Spread those legs for me."

"N-no… please, no more…"

Instead of obeying my command, the lady adventurer curled into a tight fetal ball, clutching her head in despair. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, and her voice trembled violently—not with the lingering euphoria of pleasure, but with pure, raw terror of the unfamiliar sensations that had overpowered her.

"I-I hate this… Pl-please don't torment me anymore… D-don't kill me, please… I don't want to suffer like this anymore… *hic*…"

Whoops. Looks like being toyed with so thoroughly completely broke her spirit.

Watching her sob so wretchedly made me feel a slight twinge of pity, but at the same time, I couldn't help thinking that this was precisely the ideal outcome for a Dungeon Master. Wouldn't it be easier in the long run to shatter her mind entirely and turn her into an obedient, broken wreck right here and now?

"Relax. I don't have any intention of killing you."

Unfortunately for that line of thought, I didn't have much of a stomach for gore or misery porn. My tastes leaned toward indulging in carnal desires while extracting dense Negative Energy in the process. Glancing over at the harvester mounted in the room, I saw it glowing with a vivid, brilliant pink light. That meant the humiliation and erotic torment I had just inflicted were generating energy with incredible efficiency.

"Y-you… won't kill me…?"

"Yeah. As long as you follow my orders, I'll let you walk out of here alive. So play along quietly, all right?"

I tried to persuade her with absolute sincerity, but the gaze she directed at me remained steeped in thick suspicion.

"…L-liar. Don't lie to me."

Even though she was completely drained of strength and had been brutally violated, the terror in her eyes was now laced with an unmistakable ember of hatred.

"You're a Dungeon Master… Dungeon Masters specialize in torturing and slaughtering people… Th-this was all just part of your torture, wasn't it?! Toying with my body, humiliating me, just so you could kill me in the most horrific way possible!"

"…Man, you really don't trust me at all, do you?"

"Y-you're just giving me false hope so it hurts more when you butcher me! If that's what you're planning, then just… don't give me hope in the first place and—"

Just kill me painlessly right now.

She almost choked out the words, but then something seemed to cross her mind. Swallowing hard, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face went deathly pale, and she suddenly began begging with frantic desperation.

"N-no! No, wait! Please, spare my life! I-I'll do anything, anything you say, so please let me live!"

"Oh? What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"I… I have things I must accomplish! I have to survive no matter what! I'll do whatever it takes to see it through, s-so please… please just spare my life! If you let me live, I'll do anything, anything at all, please…!"

Her desperate plea was drenched in profound anguish. Clearly, she had her own baggage and circumstances. But unfortunately for her, all I felt was a superficial sliver of sympathy, and I wasn't nearly generous enough to help an enemy out of cheap pity. There was only one thing I wanted from her: to submit to me of her own free will and offer up her body as tribute.

"You're asking the wrong way."

"Wh-what?"

"Lower your head further and beg with proper deference. It'd be even better if you articulated your exact standing right now."

"Wh-what does that even mean…?"

"I mean like this."

Leaning down, I whispered the exact script into her ear. The lady adventurer whipped her head toward me, her eyes wide with sheer horror.

"Y-you expect me to say that with my own mouth…?!"

"If you don't want to, you're free to refuse. Though you're the only one who'll regret it."

Since she was desperate enough to beg an enemy for her life, she had no real choice. Confident in my victory, I watched as her expression contorted with excruciating mortification before she finally shut her eyes in defeated resignation.

"A-all right… I'll do it. I-I mean, I will do it, my lord…"

"Good. Let's hear it."

Smirking, I sat back on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. Jena dropped from the mattress to the floor, sinking to her knees so she was positioned lower than me. Pressing her forehead firmly against the cold stone, she forced the words past her trembling lips.

"I… I, Jena, hereby acknowledge my complete and total defeat before the great Dungeon Master, L-Lord Bertin… F-Furthermore, I offer my deepest gratitude to Lord Bertin for taking the virginity of this wretched pussy…"

"And taking this moment, I… I swear this oath. I, Jena, declare that I will become Lord Bertin's Meat Toilet, and dedicate this cunt to serving him until L-Lord Bertin's cock is completely satisfied…"

"Pwahaha! Holy shit, you actually said it!"

I couldn't help bursting into laughter. This high-and-mighty girl obviously had her pride, yet here she was, crushing it under her own heel to swear absolute submission to a sleazeball like me.

"D-damn you… Damn you…!!"

She looked ready to tear my throat out from the sheer indignity of it all, but with her head already bowed in surrender, she had nowhere left to run.

"I know it stings, but what can you do? You lost, and you bowed your head to survive."

Grinning, I spread open her pussy—still glistening with the remnants of her virgin blood—and shoved my hardened cock straight back inside.

"Make sure to keep feeling that humiliation, sweetheart. That delicious shame is the whole reason I run this dungeon."

Smack! Slap!

The wet, rhythmic slapping of colliding flesh echoed through the chamber for a very long time after that.

"Ugh… ngh… Wh-where…?"

When Jena finally regained consciousness, she clutched her throbbing head and scanned her surroundings. The familiar stone arches of the dungeon's entrance greeted her vision. As memories of the ruthless degradation rushed back into her mind, she realized with crushing clarity that she had been utterly defeated by the Dungeon Master, her dignity pulverized into dust.

"He… actually let me go…? Kh!"

Every muscle in her body screamed in agony. Her intimate depths, having been relentlessly impaled again and again, felt swollen and sore, and she could swear she still felt the warm, milky fluid squirming deep inside her abdomen. Could there be parasites in it…? Whatever it was, the entire ordeal was a nightmare that must never, ever be repeated. The sensible choice would be to turn her back on this forsaken place and never look at it again, but…

"Damn that bastard… How dare he make me do that?!"

The humiliation was unbearable. To think she had prostrated herself naked, spread her own private parts with her own hands, and practically begged him to defile her! The aristocratic pride she had cultivated her entire life had been trampled into the mud, fueling a raging bonfire of hatred and vengeance in her chest.

I will never forgive him. Someday, I swear I'll make that bastard pay…!

As she swallowed her boiling fury, her foot clattered against something hard. Snapping on guard, she looked down to find an ornate box resting conspicuously on the ground.

"What is this?"

Could it be a trap left behind by that man? No, if he went through the trouble of letting her leave alive, setting an ambush now made no sense. Still tense, she carefully cracked the lid open, only to find an elongated object paired with a single sheet of parchment.

"…That absolute son of a bitch."

Treating her private parts like an item on a menu was insulting enough, but what truly drove the spike of humiliation home was the unmistakable purpose of the souvenir. It was shaped like a male member—an exact, life-sized replica of the erect cock that had violated her countless ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠times.

"Th-th-this… Is he telling me to shove this thing into myself…?!"

It was a final, merciless insult designed to grind whatever was left of her pride into powder. Infuriated, she raised her arm to smash the vile contraption against the stone floor—only to hesitate and slowly shove it into her rucksack instead. The bitter reality of her empty pockets held her back.

"W-well… whatever. Keeping it might come in handy."

She might find a practical use for it, or at the very least, hawk it to some eccentric merchant for coin. Forcing down her burning shame with the harsh pragmatism born of poverty, Jena slung her intact pack over her shoulder and began the long trek back to town.

"Damn you… I will never let this go. One day, I swear I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget…!"

And thus, she swore an oath of vengeance, sealing an ill-fated bond with a certain Dungeon Master that was bound to tangle them together for a very long time.