Chapter 42: If You Lose, You Become a Leather Dildo for Dragons.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 42: If You Lose, You Become a Leather Dildo for Dragons.
The place Hindel lived was a massive mansion. There were no servants, but she resided in a five-story castle that looked like something straight out of a cartoon from my first life.
Naturally, the bathroom in the Red Dragon’s castle was far more spacious than the place my family lived.
“Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah! I played a lot with the big sisters today!”
I grabbed the hand of the Dragon Lord, who had stripped in front of the tub without a shred of shame, and we started with a shower. By the way, this dragon-head had been showing an incredible amount of interest in my equipment during our showers since yesterday.
In times like these, it was best to show some service spirit and give her a chance to touch and taste it a bit. I had washed by myself yesterday, but I wasn't in the mood for that today.
“Wash my willy!”
Since I was using my body to provide "rewards" to the sisters who lived such kind and diligent lives, this much was necessary to ensure we all got along well in the future.
“It truly is a magnificent size… Considering your Yang energy, is this how big it will be when you’re grown?”
Hindel stroked my equipment a few times to make it grow, then placed her hand about 1.5 times its current length to estimate its future size.
I thought it was plenty big already, but if it got that much bigger, it was going to be quite intense.
“Hmm. And considering the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp, perhaps this much?”
Hindel increased the imagined size even further. Roughly double.
She seemed to be imagining a literal club; our Dragon Lord’s dreams were truly grand. If things turned out the way she hoped, it wouldn't be a case of Jeong Yong-hwan taking a wife like in some erotic novel—I’d be able to turn any woman I passed on the street into a wife just by looking at her.
However, at times like this, I had to show her that I was harmless. I am kind, harmless, and cute. Therefore, the best course of action was to create "secrets" between us by doing shameful things she couldn't speak of.
“Mama, is my willy super big?”
“It is excellent even now. It is much larger than the average adult male’s.”
Maybe it was because the worlds were different, but the average for adult males seemed to be quite different here. I hadn't measured it myself, but even I, in my second life, felt it was large.
In the bath where it was just the two of us, Hindel checked the surroundings a few times before gently grasping my precious part with her hand.
“...It’s hard, yet strangely soft.”
This crazy dragon started fiddling with it right away. Even Alicia or Yuseoha hadn't fiddled with it like this. They usually just gave it a sly touch or stared intensely.
“Heehee, that tickles~ Mama!”
When I called her Mama, Hindel’s body flinched, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away from my penis. As if aware of her own unsightly behavior, she cleared her throat three times and then suddenly placed her hand back on my private area.
Just as I was thinking about how nice this service was, I felt a prickle of—no, now that I knew it was magic power—she began to lightly scan the sack where the magic power wasn't yet functioning properly.
“Excellent even without the Fire Carp… Morian made a good call feeding you the Ice Essence.”
The strangely erotic sensation combined with the feeling of being appraised wasn't exactly pleasant.
“Mama, it hurts.”
“Ah, sorry. I just wanted to check. Grow up big and strong. Along with Ame. Fufu…”
I had a rough idea of what the Dragon Lord was imagining. Even if she was a charming dragon I could consider as a potential "friend with benefits" rather than a legal wife, the idea of her wanting to take both me and my mom was a bit too crazy.
From the moment we entered the tub, she sat me on her lap and started kneading my sausage without a word, so I took the liberty of fondling Hindel’s breasts as much as I wanted. It felt like we were more in sync than I thought.
As if the claim that the Dragon Lord was a virgin wasn't a lie, her pink nipples looked incredibly delicious. I lightly licked and nibbled them, but she didn't show much of a reaction, perhaps because her sensitivity hadn't been developed yet.
“No matter how much you suck, no milk will come out.”
“But it feels good to suck Hindel Mama’s breasts!”
“Is that so… It feels good to me as well.”
There was no need to feel guilty. The Dragon Lord was playing with my precious part, squeezing it as if it were some kind of slime toy. To be honest, I was the victim here; this was nothing more than a struggle for survival.
Whether it was because she was a dragon or just naturally dull, my techniques—which had once made the King Milk Cow Camel put on a fountain show—didn't seem to work. It broke my heart that my skills, which were enough to make Yuseoha resort to using her powers to put me to sleep, were falling short.
“It tickles, Hindel Mama.”
“Can you not ejaculate yet? It seemed like your Yang energy was sufficient…”
Hindel muttered regretfully. No, what would you even do if I could? Are you going to eat me up? What could you possibly do to me!
If I were just a bit more grown, I would have punished her by spraying something thick on her face or chest, but unfortunately, it seemed I still had a long time to go before I could sharpen the blade of my revenge.
I thought the bath would end without any further incidents, but as they say, the Reaper never visits those who are prepared.
The problem arose when I playfully slapped the cheek of the dragon who was drying me off with a towel.
What did I slap her with? You already know.
“Ugh… It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange.”
The Red Dragon didn't get angry or flustered at being slapped; instead, she stared at my precious part as if possessed. Though it was a bit too large to be called "precious."
“To feel this way toward a mere child… Sniff, sniff…”
I didn't know how to react to the sight of the Dragon Lord leaning in to sniff me, as if she had a scent fetish like Morian.
“I tried so hard to hold back…”
Even for someone like me, who was prepared to eventually hear lines like, ‘I’ll enjoy this leather dildo my friend raised so dearly,’ I wasn't ready for this yet.
I could see that the space between the crouching Hindel’s legs was soaking wet. This wasn't an amount that could be produced just from getting slapped on the cheek once.
“It already reeks of such a lewd scent. When you grow up… Haa…”
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The sound of wet, sticky friction began to fill the air. It turned out that my merciless sucking and nibbling of the Dragon Lord’s breasts hadn't been for nothing.
The crazy dragon had been excited the whole time but just hadn't let it show. If I messed up here, I was going to get devoured before I could even ejaculate.
And if that happened, it could cause a major problem for my life goal of finding a sweet bride who definitely wouldn't commit domestic violence.
In times like this, the best defense was a good offense.
“Hindel Mama, hurry up and wipe my dick~!”
Squish. Squish. Squish.
I pressed my penis firmly against the Dragon Lord’s lips. Startled, Hindel stayed on her knees and took my attack.
“Wa-Wait just a moment. Haa… It’s almost done. Nngh… Haaah…”
It seemed lizards had no sense of shame. I didn't know why she was masturbating while smelling me, but this seemed to be the right direction. If I got eaten here, I might end up in a mother-son sandwich with my mom, thoroughly disgraced by this dragon, and that would be the end of "Harmony Brings Success."
To help Hindel finish faster, I grabbed her red hair and shoved my penis even more aggressively into her mouth.
“Hurry! Hurry! You said we’d train after we finished washing!”
The Dragon Lord’s lips were incredibly soft. They were so squishy and warm that I felt like I might stand on my tiptoes involuntarily. I started this to satisfy her, but I found myself getting a little excited too.
No, this was just two people doing something that felt good; it wasn't anything lewd.
Sluuurp…
I flinched as a sudden jolt of electricity shot up from my lower body.
“Hindel, why are you sucking it?”
“Slurp… It’s, it’s dirty… I’m just… slurp… cleaning it.”
The damn dragon started sucking a kid’s thing just because I rubbed it against her lips. This was dangerous. I tried to push her away by her hair, but my childish resistance meant nothing against the brute strength of a dragon.
I felt like I was going to produce semen that didn't even exist yet.
“It, it tickles, Hindel. S-Stop… Nngh… It tickles.”
“Slurp… mmm… mmmph…”
Now I couldn't even move. I involuntarily stood on my tiptoes as I felt my thing being slowly sucked into the crazy dragon’s mouth.
This was bad. If I lost the initiative here, a 3P involving my mom was a certainty. I grit my teeth; as a second-lifer, I couldn't let it end like this.
Thrust!
I swung my hips and shoved it in deeper. Like thrusting your arm further into a tiger’s mouth when it bites you. I pushed it all the way in before her tongue could even start moving wickedly, determined to see this through to the end.
“Guh-ack!”
Hindel let out a gagging sound. I could feel her female body trembling as if she couldn't control herself.
Further. More. Even more. I thrust my hips. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say I grabbed Hindel’s hair and pulled her toward me.
I couldn't lose. No, I had to win. Instinct pushed back against my resistance. All the data I had accumulated told me what would happen if I failed here and what kind of future awaited me.
Hindel’s hands gripped my thighs. Despite the crushing sensation, I forced my hips forward. I yanked on her hair, which looked deeper than the color of blood. I shoved my thing deep into her throat.
I felt the strength slowly drain from the dragon, who was struggling to breathe through her nose. Only then did I feel the sticky interior of her mouth, the softness of her tongue being pressed down by my pillar of flesh, and the tightness of her throat that constricted to the point of pain.
I felt like I was going to ejaculate. But nothing was coming out. I grabbed Hindel Dun Vurdia’s head and swung my hips violently. The feeling of rummaging through her insides was the best. Even though nothing was coming out, it felt as if I were pouring everything I had.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Sticky saliva was leaking from between her red lips. I forced my penis into Vurdia’s throat and moved as if stirring her insides. Her throat gulped and pulsed as if it were alive, urging me to finish.
But nothing came out.
And yet.
“Nngh… it’s coming.”
Something was coming out. Feeling a rush of pleasure, I grabbed Vurdia’s hair and pushed her away. I saw the dragon being pushed back helplessly and my equipment sliding out from between her lips.
Drip, drip, drip…
A transparent fluid was leaking out. A clear, slightly sticky liquid, different from urine, sprayed onto Hindel’s face and over her naked body as if marking her.
I panted heavily. I was exhausted. Feeling drained, I looked at the dragon who was staring at me with vacant eyes.
I’d done it. That was the thought that crossed my mind. I slumped down, wondering what would happen next. Hindel blinked a few times, and then, as if regaining her senses, she began to touch her own body.
Was that a male ejaculation? She blankly touched her defiled body before hurriedly wiping herself with a towel.
“Th-This… don’t tell your mother, or Ame.”
Thank god. Since she had lost the initiative, she didn't seem to have the nerve to try and take things further. The dragon tried to flee outside like a coward but then stopped in her tracks.
“Y-You shouldn't put it in someone’s mouth like that. That is a bad thing to do.”
Seeing her lecture me with trembling red eyes and a body still tense from the lingering aftereffects, my tension strangely dissipated.
The dragon, who had looked like a predator, was the prey in this moment. She looked so cute I felt like I could get addicted to it. It seemed she wanted to pin this whole incident on me.
If I hadn't won and had lost instead, something terrible would have definitely happened. She was so petty. But at a time like this, I had to let her win.
“I-I’m sorry… Mama wouldn't wash me… so I was trying to get you to hurry…”
“We’ll have to wash again… at least a shower.”
Hindel, who had been trying to run away, took my hand again and led me back into the bathroom.
Using the showerhead, she washed away the discharge—or whatever it was—from her body and cleaned my equipment once more.
“If you… do the same thing again next time, I will be v-very angry.”
She said, making a most cowardly excuse.