Settlement Time (3)

Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!

I seized the ass of the fairy splayed on all fours like a dog and snapped my hips forward. The pussy clamped down around me, squeezing so greedily it was a pleasure all by itself.

"Ahhh... I'm so jealous..."

"Aaahn~ Master~ Don't just pound Ludi — fuck me too~"

While I kept driving my hips, the gorgeous fairies crowded in around me, grinding their ripe bodies against mine and cooing for a turn of their own.

"Aaagh! W-why are you all acting like this? Snap out of it, all of you... khhh—?!"

Ludi — the Beast King's fairy, currently having her pussy impaled without mercy on my cock — burst into tears and screamed at the sight of them.

"How is it, Ludi? Master's cock is incredible, right? Feels like you're going to lose your mind, doesn't it?"

"Wow~ Our Ludi's a dog, so of course her getting-fucked posture is textbook. Teach me later, okay?"

Even through Ludi's tear-choked pleas, the fairies only looked at her with envy.

Ludi the dog beastman still believed these women were her friends — the same pack that had served the Beast King beside her. They weren't.

Bunny. Trivi. Asilica. Rosemary. Revelka. Hani.

Every woman in this room served me now, not the Beast King.

"Mmph! Nngh-mmph!"

Ah. One of them still wasn't mine, was she?

Besides Ludi, Rodica the wolf beastman hadn't become my fairy yet either. Instead she was pinned beneath Bunny, waiting her turn.

A wolf subdued by a rabbit. That's a hell of a visual.

Rodica was a wolf beastman; Bunny was a rabbit beastman. But Bunny outclassed her in both rank and stats, and Rodica couldn't break the hold.

Ah... I'm about to cum.

It hadn't even been five minutes since the last time, and the climax was already boiling up. I'd reached the point where I could decide exactly how long it took.

Kinda feels like I've turned into a premature ejaculator. Nasty thought.

If I felt like it I could go a full forty minutes without spilling a drop — but not today. I had to make Ludi and Rodica mine before Kanisia woke up.

Once these two belonged to me, every last one of the Beast King's fairies would be mine.

No matter how I look at it, this is the most broken thing I've got going.

Amulie I'd claimed while eating a level-down, just to lure the Beast King in. The rest hadn't cost me that. Every one of his fairies was flawless — rank, level, stats, skill levels, the whole package.

Just my personal take, but the Beast King must have been a man with enormous ambitions. Nobody pours that kind of focused investment into their fairies otherwise.

Thanks, Beast King! You're a real best friend. Buddy! I'll take real good care of the fairies you left behind!

Somewhere along the way my enemy had become my friend. That's how thoroughly his fairies had won me over.

Even Ludi, currently getting wrecked beneath me, was an outstanding piece of work. Her status window ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠read as follows.

Where the hell else was I supposed to find a fairy raised this well?

The stats were excellent. The skill levels sat right where they should. And the traits were outrageous. Blazing Will negated a crowd-control check once per engagement. Light Chariot boosted her combat power when she attacked enemies alone. Blood of the Hound was the prerequisite for becoming a dog beastman. And Clan of Loyalty was what let her complete that transformation into a true hound.

The others were much the same. Rank and level varied, but you could tell the Beast King had raised every one of them properly.

This bastard wasn't a reincarnator, was he?

I was starting to wonder if the Beast King had been a transmigrator like me. The Beastman class had been hugely popular in Fairy Masters for the aesthetic, but the actual top-rankers never touched it.

Every game has its irregulars, though. One player had fallen so hard for the beastman fantasy that he raised nothing else, then posted his roster's specs on the official cafe. The Beast King's fairies looked almost identical to that guy's.

For the record, the beastman fetishist's PvP rank sat well outside the top thousand. No matter how well you raised them, beastmen could never quite overcome their vulnerability to crowd control.

But from where I stood — with a force far smaller than anyone else's — the Beast King's fairies were rain in a drought. Fragile against CC, yes. Possessed of monstrous raw combat power? Also yes.

Feeling the climax crest, I leaned over Ludi's back and whispered against her ear.

"How does it feel right now, Ludi? Still thinking about the Beast King? You can barely remember him at this point, can you?"

"Ah— ahhh... M-Master is, Master is..."

"Time to sweep the Beast King's shadow out of your head for good, Ludi. From now on, I am your master. Ludi of the Clan of Loyalty! The one your loyalty belongs to is me!"

"No! I don't want this! Please! Please don't erase my Master... please!"

"Too late. I'm cumming."

"Kyaaaaah! Nooooo!"

I yanked her hips flush against me and ground the head of my cock against the mouth of her womb as I emptied myself. Fresh semen poured into a womb already packed full of what I'd put there before.

Ludi screamed and clawed for any scrap of the Beast King she could still hold onto. It was useless. A mere fairy defying a power ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that bordered on the absolute was never going to happen.

"Ah... ah... ahhh... Ma... Mas..."

Her trembling body stilled. Slowly, she turned her head. A face streaked with tears found mine.

"Master! Ahhh... I love you, Master! My Master!"

Ludi called me Master with a blissful smile on her lips.

The master name written on her status window had changed to mine.

I pulled her back against my chest, kissed her, and murmured into her mouth.

"Welcome to being my fairy, Ludi."

"Ahhh! Thank you, Master! I'll give you my body, my heart, my soul — everything! I love you, Master! Thank you for making me your fairy, Master!"

"Thank you, Ludi."

Unable to contain the feeling welling up in her, Ludi whispered love and gratitude against my skin. I looked down at her, thoroughly pleased.

Ordinarily I would have taken her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠again to celebrate her becoming mine... but unfortunately, there was still one more fairy waiting on my cock and my cum.

I stroked her hair, then drew myself out of her. Everything I'd pumped into Ludi came flooding after, pooling on the floor in a milky puddle.

"Ah..."

Ludi made a small, aching sound of loss as I left her. I turned toward the she-wolf still pinned beneath the rabbit.

"You're the last one, Rodica."

"Ah— ahhh... I-I don't want this! Nooooo!"

There was no trace of the swagger she'd shown me at the start. The Rodica in front of me now was just a fairy frozen in terror.

Cock still swaying, glazed with cum and her predecessor's slick, I walked toward her.

"Haaahm~ I slept well."

"Sleep okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah. I really went under. Thanks."

I was sitting by the campfire. When I lifted a hand, Kanisia beamed and came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

She was wearing leather armor, but those generous breasts still announced themselves without the slightest shame. A pair with a strong sense of self. Truly admirable tits.

"If you're that grateful, cook me something when we get home."

"Cook? Y-you want me to cook?"

"Yeah. I want to eat something you made."

"....."

"Kanisia?"

"Huh? Y-yeah, yeah! Of course! Leave it to me! I'll, I'll make you something delicious!"

"?????"

I had never seen Kanisia that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flustered, which meant I was the one left blinking. What the hell was that reaction?

"H-hahaha. I'm gonna go wash up!"

"Uh, yeah... sure. And she's already gone."

Kanisia bolted. The girl who said she was going to wash up didn't even take a water jug. It wasn't like she had an inventory the way I did.

"Lord Alan."

"Hey. Sleep well, Abraham?"

"...Would you not reconsider, even now?"

"Hm? Reconsider what?"

"The cooking."

"...The cooking?"

Kanisia's fairy Abraham approached and offered me a piece of sincerely heartfelt advice. His face was three thousand degrees more grave than usual.

"As this is a matter between the two of you, I shall refrain from further comment. However — having sworn to regard Lord Alan as my sub-master, I am bound to prevent any misfortune from befalling you, by whatever means I must."

"....."

Abraham was famous for saying as little as possible. Hearing him speak with that kind of gravity only made the dread worse. Just how bad at cooking was she for this guy to react like that?

After breakfast we started preparing to clear the dungeon.

The raid party was me, Kanisia, Aquaril, Oralisa, and Abraham. I left Sonic out of this one.

"Are you really going to leave Sonic here? What if those girls decide to attack her?"

"That's why we're taking the corpse. He's dead, but that doesn't change the fact that this body used to be their master."

Kanisia was uneasy about leaving Sonic alone with the Beast King's fairies. I wasn't worried in the slightest.

The official story was a threat: touch Sonic and I'd desecrate the Beast King's remains. That was strictly for Kanisia, Abraham, and Jericho's benefit.

I'd managed — just barely — to make every one of the Beast King's fairies mine. At the moment they were keeping up a gloomy atmosphere, putting on a convincing show of grief.

I'd told them to hide the fact that they belonged to me, and they'd immediately launched into this little performance.

Clever girls. Truly.

Having settled Kanisia's nerves, I looked over at Jericho.

"Hey, Jericho. What about you? Coming along?"

"Ah, I'll be fine. Incidentally, Lord Han — please take good care of my fairy. Telmuer is the only fairy I have. I would be most grateful if you brought her back safely."

Jericho bowed his head and entrusted Telmuer's safety to me. We'd already decided to take her on the raid.

A mere three-star, Telmuer would be worse than useless in a C-rank dungeon. Her stats were so low she genuinely couldn't contribute.

I was bringing her anyway for two reasons: she was a hostage to keep Jericho in line, and I needed someone to haul the Beast King's corpse — the corpse that was, on the surface, my bargaining chip. In short, she was the pack mule.

"All right. Shall we get moving?"

I stretched and looked over at Aquaril. She'd been loosening up; she felt my gaze and met it.

"....."

The moment our eyes locked, I flicked a glance toward Jericho, who was still murmuring last-minute instructions to Telmuer.

Aquaril shook her head, face tight with fury.

So that's the road you picked, Jericho.

He'd swallowed my line about the tent being warded against sound and spilled his real intentions to Telmuer — his fairy. In the end, he'd chosen betrayal.

Aquaril had been posted outside as a listener. The reason she looked ready to kill was simple: they had taken the chance I'd given them and kicked it into the dirt.

If he hadn't decided to turn on me, I really had intended to spare him and try raising him as a subordinate. Even someone with poor talent can hit above average as long as their status window can still grow. My force was already small; having someone who could feed me news from the eastern territories would have been useful.

I'd had Jericho in mind for that. Apparently he'd had something else in mind.

Well. You chose the path. What else is there to say? No more mercy.

Jericho's fate had just been decided — and not in his favor.