Submission Complete (1)
Leaving Morgana behind at the peak of her climax, I woke up from the dream.
Maybe it was thanks to sucking out so much essence two nights in a row. I got a chance to level up one of my skills.
Lewd Dream level selected.
I picked Lewd Dream. It's basically my core skill, so leveling it up makes my foundation even more solid.
You can now create any desired object inside dreams.
From level 4, I can conjure up any object I want—that means I can craft even more perfect scenarios.
I could slip a dog collar around Rasca's neck.
Dogs Rasca's size need a leash and muzzle, as everyone knows.
Tonight, maybe I'll pay Rasca a visit. Morgana can stew for a day.
I stretched and loaded the sandwich ingredients onto my cart. Off to the werewolves again today.
"Oh? Back already!"
"Hey there."
"Come more often! Twice a day, at least?"
"Haha, cut me some slack. I don't have two bodies, you know."
Don't worry. Once I've fully dominated Rasca Slovenia, you'll all be my loyal workers.
Hell, isn't that a relief? Selling food beats slinging drugs on the street any day.
First, I need to gauge Rasca's reaction.
I've left her alone for two whole days now. She wouldn't try to jump me, right?
Call it arrogant, but I can't forgive any woman climbing on top of me.
These bitches exist solely to lie beneath me, panting and gasping.
"...The imp's here."
"Ah, boss! Rasca!"
Speak of the devil... no, speak of the wolf, and she appears. I'd been plotting how to crush her, and here she comes, trudging over from afar.
But her outfit was different from usual.
She used to wear long jeans and a tee, but this...?
Shorts and a shirt with the top one or two buttons undone, showing off her cleavage.
Did she do this on purpose? For me?
"You. Why didn't you show up yesterday?"
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb! You keep popping into my dreams every night..."
"What? What are you talking about?!"
Has this woman figured out I can invade dreams?
Rasca Slovenia's inner thoughts: This little shit's doing weird stuff to me! It's not my fault. It's that damn sandwich he gave me!
Ah, she hasn't caught on—she's just in denial.
Makes sense. Prideful types always blame others first in a crisis, never themselves.
Rasca's no different.
"Boss, you into imps? Dreaming weird shit?"
"I thought your type was tall, ripped wolves!"
"Marrying an imp won't get you sandwiches every day! Even wolf pups know that."
The surrounding werewolves murmured at Rasca's dumb rant. They clearly didn't buy it.
"If the boss's hubby, what does that make us?"
"Dunno..."
"Y-you idiots! Get back to work! Dismissed! Scram!"
As the mood turned against her, Rasca ordered everyone to scatter. Her flushed face screamed we'd hit the nail on the head.
Of course she'd want me as her husband by now. I'd feel the same.
But I won't take a wife. Just pussy houses.
Wives would nag and meddle. I don't want love. I want to vent my lust and absorb essence to survive.
Though, being human, I might change my mind someday.
For now, pussy houses it is.
Oh, but titles matter. Let's call 'em wives—women love that shit.
"You! Show up in my dream tonight."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Shut up...! If you don't, I'll kill you. Stretch your tiny body like mochi and rip it apart!"
"Don't say scary shit. What the—"
She's begging this hard? Guess I'll visit her dream. But since she's so rude, I'll treat her rough.
Tonight, I'll collar that bitch Rasca for good.
Rasca Slovenia's dream dominance: 100%.
She is on the verge of total submission to you.
Night fell (morning for us normies), and I invaded Rasca's dream.
On the verge of submission.
According to the status, she's head over heels for me.
This deep without even using Hypnosis? Push harder here, and maybe she'll submit in reality too.
"Rasca."
"Kuh!"
She doesn't look submissive on the surface.
But just calling her name fills her with bliss right now.
"Rasca, Rasca, Rasca... How dare you treat me like shit in broad daylight."
"D-don't make me laugh. I've got pride. You think I'd respect some imp in front of the crew?"
"You should've. If you want this dick pounding you every night."
I casually spread her legs wide. Before, she'd have thrashed and fought.
Not anymore. She spreads obediently, letting out needy whimpers.
"Dick..."
Even her tough-girl glare vanishes at the sight of it now.
It's the look of someone in love.
"Your hole's already soaked? No prep needed."
"Diiiick... Hurry, hurry."
"Begging me to fuck you? I'll pound you anyway—no need to whine, you dumb wolf bitch."
But first, time to test my new skill.
Perfect accessory for Rasca.
The ultimate accessory for her, right? Gold chains or diamond rings? Nah, not her style.
A dog collar proving her submission—that's what makes her shine.
"That's..."
"Put it on."
"...Fine."
She took it casually, but her face screamed servile. Acting nonchalant, but seething inside, no doubt.
"Like this?"
Clink. The steel collar locked tight around her pale neck. She fidgeted awkwardly, pawing at it.
"Good girl."
She obeyed, so reward time.
Good dogs get treats; biters get the stick.
I rubbed my massive cock against her dripping slit, coating the head in her juices.
Then—squelch!—I thrust inside.
"Haaaaahhh..."
It plunged deep in one go, kissing her womb.
Like always, what a tight pussy. The way it squeezes as it fills her depths is unreal.
"Feel good?"
"Squeeeze..."
"How 'bout this?"
I yanked the leash taut. Her head jerked forward.
Gasping, she stuck out her tongue, drool spilling everywhere.
"Bad habits. Who said you could drool?"
"Hahk... hahk..."
"Panting like a heatstruck mutt? You're losing it already."
Even like this, she loves it.
That confirmed it: Rasca had fully submitted to me.
Gripping her hips tight, I slammed my waist back and forth.
My dick pistons in and out of her hole. This giant werewolf bitch, so strong, utterly conquered by cock.
"All that tough talk, but you fold to pleasure like the bitch you are."
"Y-yeahhh... So keep fucking me, diiiiick ♥︎"
"Good. Obey me from now on, and I'll keep feeding you this dick."
Her jiggling tits drew my hands like magnets.
I mauled those massive mounds, pounding even harder.
Squelch-squelch-squelch! Dragging her into ecstasy's swamp.
"W-wait, nooo... Cum outside. Inside, and I'll get pregnant...!"
"Pregnant? Dumb bitch, this is a dream. Dream!"
"Oh, right. Yeah... it's a dream."
Squelch! Squelch! Climax built fast.
Then—spuuuurt!—I flooded her depths. Second creampie.
"Hnnngh, hnnnngh!"
"Dream's not over. I'll make it last... longer."
She'll never beat me in dreams again. Not for the rest of her life.