Chapter 272: Never a Dry Day.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 272: Never a Dry Day.
The mating session that began at dawn didn't end until early evening. After ejaculating to the point where I felt like nothing more could possibly come out, I was too exhausted to even wash myself. Believing that cleaning up was the female's role, I simply chewed on whatever food was on the table, swallowed it with some water, and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep without a single thought, comforted by the fact that I wouldn't have to endure any more bizarre training designed to wring the life out of me. Instead, I could spend my remaining time leisurely, with that Elf Hag milking my semen.
I thought it was a blessing to be able to sleep without trembling in fear of the agonizing training that usually awaited me the next day.
At least, that’s what I thought.
"...Wake up. You had plenty of rest yesterday."
Seeing Rune waking me up as if nothing had happened the day before, I realized I had been gravely mistaken.
"I have prepared a hearty meal. We will start with warm-up exercises before I begin teaching you the sword in earnest, so be careful not to overeat."
She wasn't wearing a whore outfit to seduce me like the day before. Instead, she was dressed in a frilled dress shirt and jeans that showed absolutely no skin, leaving no opening for me to even think about rubbing my dick against her.
"...Do you have something to say?"
Though she wasn't radiating a frost-like chill, she looked so stern that I doubted even my cock could penetrate her resolve. I had no choice but to play it safe.
I thought I had properly disciplined her yesterday, but it seemed I had underestimated the strongest being in this world. I could tell just by the atmosphere. And no, I didn't reach that conclusion just because she effortlessly dodged my attempt to assert dominance as a male by grabbing her plump buttocks. Really.
"A man must be even tougher on the battlefield. A male swordsman can end up in a far more miserable state than any woman!"
Despite the "filial piety" I had shown that hag the day before, she ungratefully began to wring the life out of me. No, I had trained her to wring my meat club, not my soul. I never asked to be pushed this hard to become "strong," but she began driving me forward with a clear sense of emotional intensity.
"If you are of the Degrain bloodline, you should at least become a Swordmaster before reaching adulthood, even if you are a male!"
I had heard that in the colonies, even a Swordmaster could secure a high-ranking position, but this crazy Elf Hag was barking nonsense and putting the squeeze on me.
By the time I seriously considered whipping out my dick in the middle of training to see if that would stop her, my entire body had been thrashed so thoroughly by her wooden sword that I couldn't even find an opening.
I don't even remember how I ate lunch. I was wrung dry until evening and beaten until I was on the verge of fainting. By the time dinner came, I could barely swallow.
"...Even if it is difficult, you must eat. How else will you have the strength to perform?"
Since she was stuffing me full of every food known to boost stamina, I couldn't even fathom how harshly she intended to run me tomorrow.
"Sigh... Eat properly."
Whether she was frustrated by the sight of me holding my utensils with trembling hands or not, Rune snatched the spoon away. She scraped out a large raw oyster and shoved it into my mouth.
"Chew. You must eat."
I deeply regretted not disciplining her more thoroughly yesterday. The future looked pitch black, knowing I’d have to endure this kind of treatment and keep getting beaten.
Judging by her behavior this morning, she was clearly treating last night as a one-time mistake and intended to hunt me down like a rat. I had to somehow squeeze out enough physical strength to pull off a yobai and properly pin the hag down, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't imagine a scenario where I actually defeated Rune Cal Degrain and got to the seeding part.
"...Since you rested yesterday, stay for about three more days. I will teach you my lessons properly."
I wondered if calling Mom or Hindel would solve this. But then I realized that while those two were big shots in the outside world, they couldn't hold a candle to this mad war-slaughterer. I began to feel a profound sense of sorrow.
It seemed that he who lives by the dick, and uses the dick as he pleases, eventually gets fucked by the dick.
"...There will be no training tomorrow morning, so make sure to get plenty of rest. I heard there is something called 'brunch'; you may wake up around then."
Fortunately, it seemed she was giving me more rest in proportion to how much she had wrung out of me. I gave a half-hearted reply to the hag's announcement and crawled into my assigned room. Just as I was about to soak my pillow with tears of disbelief at this reality, the closed door opened cautiously.
"Is something...?"
I wiped away my tears and looked up. Rune was standing there, wearing the same whore pajamas from yesterday.
Unlike the composed expression she had worn all day, she was clutching one arm, her face flushed deep red as she averted her gaze.
"F-For now... I will treat you as my Superior Male."
I had thought I didn't even have the strength to eat, but at the sight of this damn war criminal—this total pervert of an Elf Hag whose dwindling eggs were screaming to be pregnant—my penis began to grow rock hard.
"...Do you remember what to do first?"
I pulled back the covers, revealing my penis bulging inside my underwear.
"...."
She didn't answer, but as Rune crawled into the bed, I realized the remaining days might not be so hellish after all.
***
Perhaps because I had been wrung out day and night but also nourished by the Elf Hag, I was overflowing with energy by the time I reached the plane.
If that Commie Dragon hadn't taught me the Sexual Arts, I might have turned into a withered old tree from all that milking. I felt like I should reduce the time that stupid, airheaded Red Dragon—who spends her time on Sugar Daddy Dating—has to spend immersed in Loser Masturbation while watching her favorite Papa mate with her beloved partner.
Anyway, after plenty of "events" that brought the grandmother and grandson much closer together, I boarded the luxurious private jet waiting at the landing strip.
I wasn't boarding a military craft reeking of rations, but a sleek, high-end civilian jet that smelled wonderful.
"...What an ominous place."
Those were the first words out of Garnet’s mouth as she leaned back on the sofa, staring out the window the moment I boarded. She wasn't wearing the Total Pervert Whore Captain outfit I’d seen at the Ducal Castle, but a casual outfit consisting of a plain black full-skirt dress with a navy jacket draped over her shoulders.
"Is it ominous because of an ominous person, or is it ominous from an Archmage's perspective?"
"Both."
Garnet let out a short sigh and continued to stare out the window. Seeing the Total Pervert Whore Duchess looking so tense, I didn't cling to her immediately. Instead, I sat leisurely on the sofa and asked the maid sister for some dessert.
"Young Master, please press this button if you need anything. I will be waiting in the crew quarters."
The maid sister bowed and left the room—which was larger than my entire apartment—closing the door behind her.
"Garnet Noona?"
"Just a moment... Give me a little more time."
To be honest, I had prepared myself mentally, thinking she would jump straight into an illicit mating session with her daughter's husband the moment we met. But even for an Archmage, Rune Cal Degrain was clearly weighing on her mind, as she couldn't take her eyes off the direction of the detention center.
As the plane took off, I ate desserts infused with the full power of modern civilization—a stark contrast to the simple, high-calorie natural foods I’d eaten at that place which was part prison, part detention center, and part villa. It made me realize the greatness of civilized society all over again.
Only when the flight was well underway and the island was no longer in sight did Garnet finally stand up from the sofa.
"Sorry. Even if I try not to be tense, the mere existence of Rune Cal Degrain forces it. I couldn't even greet you properly. My son~!"
For a split second, I wondered what this crazy woman was doing calling me "son." Then I remembered we had spent plenty of time playing around with mother-son roleplay sex.
"Grandmother is a kind person, so don't be so nervous. Mom."
Since I had two moms now, I felt like I could collect one more and play "Mommy Chosen."
"...Kind? Fufu... I suppose."
Garnet giggled, looking at me as if I were adorable.
"She was radiating such ominous mana just moments ago, asserting her presence. And that's not even mentioning the war stories."
"She was radiating mana?"
I asked back while scooping up my eighth pudding with a spoon.
"It's been so long since you've seen your Mommy~ Are you just going to sit there~?"
Garnet lightly tapped her thigh. It seemed this damn pervert auntie was eagerly looking forward to mating with her "son."
"Mama~!"
"Fufufu, did you miss Mama~?"
I clung to her, grabbing her breasts from below and squeezing them as she pulled me into a soft, tight embrace.
"You know this room is soundproof, right? And no one will come in until I call them."
Despite having just finished ejaculating with a "Bye-bye, Rune Noona! Call me when you're pregnant with my aunt!", my penis began to harden at her whispered words. It felt like my dick would never have a dry day because of these masochistic pervert trash aunties.
First, I slid my hand under her long skirt and felt her already damp panties.
"Ngh... Ah... Are you... going to do it right away?"
Since she had been in an environment where she couldn't maintain regular contact, I had managed her affection levels indirectly by sending her mating photos and videos. It seemed this perverted Duchess had forgotten her place.
"I guess you really missed your son's cock, huh, Mom?"
I pressed down on her vaginal opening through her panties, asking back as if to confirm who truly held the reins.