The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into a Count's Family
Another week passed after that.
I crafted one more magic tool and scoured for an exit, but as expected, it turned up nothing.
By this point, even I was starting to feel restless — yet there was nothing I could do. Wandering around at random wasn't going to reveal the way out. If anything, moving carelessly risked getting us lost entirely.
So for now, I decided to simply enjoy the situation as it stood.
"Ahn! Aaahn! Hnnngh…!"
Sharnell's cries filled the room. Squelch, squelch. Seated in a chair, I had Sharnell bouncing her hips up and down on top of me. Frothy juices streamed from her pussy, and her enormous breasts heaved wildly with every motion.
Beneath me, naked on her knees, was Priscilla. A dog collar circled her throat, the leash end gripped firmly in my right hand. I thrust my foot out toward her, watching the humiliation twist across her face.
"Kh…"
Priscilla's features contorted. Even so, she parted her lips as if she had no choice and began licking my foot. Between her thighs, I imagined, she was already starting to grow wet.
"Aahng! Ahn! Master…!"
The sight of Priscilla's degradation only seemed to excite Sharnell further — her hips sped up. With my free hand I seized one of her massive breasts and squeezed with everything I had. Soft flesh bulged between my fingers, and her pink nipple swelled as if ready to burst.
Pssht! Spurt!
Fluid shot from Sharnell's pussy and splattered across Priscilla's face. Priscilla flinched. I yanked the leash.
"Priscilla. You can see my cock buried in her pussy, right? Use your tongue. Lick my cock and Sharnell's cunt."
"I fail to see the point. If you wish to clean yourselves, use a cloth. Or magic, for that matter…"
"Obviously it feels better when you do it with your tongue. Just lick already."
"……"
Priscilla's soft, moist tongue pressed against the shaft of my cock.
"Haah, hah! M-Master is licking my pussy…!"
Sharnell's hips grew even more frantic. Her inner walls clenched tighter. I spanked her ass with my open palm — slap, slap — felt her pussy seize down hard in a sudden surge, and came deep inside her.
"Aaaahn! S-Something hot is pouring in… Hnnnngh…"
Sharnell climaxed as well. I caught her by the waist as she started to topple forward and pulled her against me. She slumped against my chest, turned her head sideways, and worked her mouth in a silent, needy little motion.
I smirked and kissed her. Our tongues tangled, wet and messy.
"Mmh, hnnngh…"
Sharnell shuddered. I felt her pussy twitch in pleasant little spasms.
Between our legs, Priscilla had been tirelessly licking my cock and Sharnell's pussy this whole time. By now, a mixture of cum and juices was surely dripping from Sharnell in thick rivulets.
I savored the scene for a while, then pulled out of Sharnell, set her aside, and gave Priscilla an order.
"On all fours."
"This arrangement lasts three years…. Precisely three years, and no more."
Priscilla glared at me.
"I know. Get down."
Some people might worry about the aftermath. But this was Priscilla — an Ancient Dragon who kept every word she spoke. There was no need to fear the consequences. And even if she turned against me afterward… I had Yuria.
Priscilla dropped to the floor on all fours. I crouched behind her hips, gripped those firm cheeks, and spread them wide. For all the imposing dignity of an Ancient Dragon, her asshole was a cute little pink thing. Below it, twitching as if in anticipation, her pussy was pressed shut in a tight line.
I used my index finger to push her outer lips aside. Her pussy opened. Pink inner folds peeked out, and from her entrance a bead of juices welled up, forming a film that ballooned like a soap bubble. I watched it quietly until it burst. The fluid ran down the valley of her pussy, past her inner lips, gathered on her erect clit, and dropped to the floor with a soft plip.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the adventure of that single drop, I plunged a finger into her entrance.
"Hup!"
Priscilla sucked in a sharp breath.
Over the past week I had worked hard at treating her frigidity, and the results were starting to show.
Priscilla's Erogenous Zones:—
She still had no erogenous zones to speak of — but if I just teased her vaginal walls a little, her pussy soaked through like any ordinary woman's.
After fingering her for a while, I braced myself on my left leg and planted my right foot on her ass. My cock, of course, went straight into her pussy. Squelch. Her tight walls stretched wide around me. I loved that sensation.
The moment I felt my tip kiss her cervix, I straightened the leg resting on her rear. My right foot pressed down on the back of her head — no, stomped on it. Priscilla's face smashed into the floor. At that humiliating treatment, her pussy responded. Her walls writhed and clamped down on my cock. As expected of an Ancient Dragon. A Michelin three-star pussy.
"Hngh, uh, haah…"
Priscilla let out quiet moans.
I tugged on her collar and rolled my hips slowly. My cock savored every inch of her.
Slow. Deep. Heavy.
Squelch. Squelch. Squueeeelch!
I was branding it into her beyond any doubt. The owner of this pussy was my cock.
"Ghk, hhk, ghhh…!"
Priscilla made a strangled sound. The collar was cinching tight around her throat. On all fours, her legs went rigid.
Basking in that exquisite grip, I came.
"……!!"
Priscilla bit down hard on her lip and swallowed her moan. Unlike Sharnell, she considered screaming vulgar. She still couldn't accept how vulgar she had already become.
Then I'll make her accept it.
I raised my palm and brought it down on her ass. Slap! Those firm, delicious-looking cheeks had a perfect spring to them.
I've already got the plan worked out. Heh.
The Dream World is fake. A fake so convincing it feels real.
Food has taste. Speak to someone and they answer kindly. Spend enough time talking, though, and something starts to feel off — the incompleteness of it, the way every single person shares roughly the same values. The people of the Dream World were a lot like NPCs in a game.
The important part was this: in this world, you could do anything.
Kill people. Rape women. Set a city on fire. None of it touched reality.
In other words, wandering a city completely naked was no problem at all.
I took a leisurely stroll through a suitable city with Sharnell and Priscilla, all of us naked. Priscilla crawled on all fours in her collar. Sharnell had her arms bound behind her back and a gag in her mouth — and a collar around her neck as well. I held both leashes in my hands and walked the city streets with my cock fully erect, head held high.
"Y-You lunatics! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Guards! Somebody call the guards!"
"Whoa… a woman that gorgeous crawling on all fours like a dog…. You can see her pussy and asshole completely. And her pussy's soaked."
"Fuck. Why does that short one have tits that huge? I wanna feel them up."
"That woman on all fours…. Have I seen her somewhere? Blue hair, blue eyes…. Isn't that the Blue Dragon? Priscilla, was it?"
Crawling across the filthy ground, Priscilla's body gave a sharp jolt. This world was built from her memories — it wouldn't be strange for this city to have some connection to her.
I glanced at her pussy and smirked. It was wetter than it had ever been. Looking at the ground, you could see the trail of juices dripping as she went.
"What are you waiting for? Move."
I stepped on her ass. The feel of it was incredible.
"A-Alright, so stop stepping on my rear!"
We crawled on naked. People — men especially — followed us with their throats working as they swallowed hard.
And among them were men who couldn't hold their lust in check.
"You cute little perverts. Having fun, are we? Don't hog it all — let us join in."
"Good things are meant to be shared."
"Kill the guy, take the two women. Both of them are top-tier."
Trash that didn't know its place existed everywhere.
The men started toward us — then stopped cold. They had no choice. An invisible wall barred their way.
"Wh-What the hell is this?"
"Is this magic?"
"Out of the way!"
They drew weapons from their coats and swung at the unseen barrier. The physical impact rebounded, flinging them backward to tumble across the ground. For the record, the barrier was Priscilla's magic. Ordinary attacks wouldn't so much as scratch it.
I snickered and mocked them openly. With one hand I kneaded Sharnell's enormous breasts like dough; with my foot I kicked Priscilla's ass again and again. Watching someone manhandle beauties that breathtaking so crudely filled the men's eyes with envy and jealousy.
"Priscilla! Look how many guys want to fuck you! Give them a little show!"
Thud! Thud!
I kicked her ass.
"Hnnngh…. What exactly do you want from me…?"
"Can't you tell? Take a nice, refreshing piss. That's why I made you drink so much tea."
"Y-You think I would do something so vulgar?!"
"You will. It's Master's order. Or would you rather shit yourself right here?"
"Kh…"
Priscilla hung her head. Over the past stretch of time, she had learned that when I said I would do something, I did it.
"Mmph… mmph…!"
Sharnell wriggled, clearly wanting to say something. I undid her gag.
"Master…. Now that it's come to this, there's no helping it…. Just peeing would be better."
"Ah… I am aware…"
Priscilla squeezed her eyes shut.
I lifted her left leg. Her pussy was fully exposed.
"Go."
"……"
A golden arc of liquid traced a parabola and hit the ground.
"Hah! She's actually doing it?!"
"Looks perfectly normal and she's pissing like a dog…"
"Fucking bitch. The way her pussy's twitching, it's like she's begging for a cock!"
Every man staring at Priscilla had a cock swollen hard. Her usually expressionless face flushed red all the way to her ears — a rare sight.
"If you're done, shake that ass."
"Kh. I have never wanted to die more than I do today…"
Priscilla bit her lower lip and shook her hips. High-speed twerking. Her ass bounced and juices sprayed in every direction. Satisfyingly vulgar.