The Freedom She Chose
Three days remained until the palace party.
Slurp— suck— schlick—
Lick— lap— flick— suck—
"Haaaah~~"
Sprawled across the bed in a full-body stretch, Kaisent let out a sound of pure satisfaction as two women devoted themselves to sucking and working his cock with meticulous care.
"Lillian."
"Yeees~♡"
The moment Kaisent called her name, Lillian climbed higher along the shaft she had been sucking, taking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue against the slit of his urethra.
"Hnngh!"
Feeling the surge of climax, he shoved her head down until her nose was crushed flush against his hips.
Spurt— spurt— gushhh—
"Ghk?! Ghk! Kuhhhk! Kehek♡ Gllrk♡"
At first the pain of his cock spearing past her soft palate and packing her throat full made her thrash—but even that soon flipped into pleasure. Even as she choked, Lillian kept thrashing her tongue, frantically sucking him down.
Schlorp—
When Kaisent fisted the hair at the back of her head and hauled her up from between his thighs, Lillian sealed her lips tight around him and pulled free with a wet pop.
She rolled the precarious mouthful of cum around her tongue, savoring the taste in pure bliss—and Priscilla watched the sight with naked envy.
Lillian smiled at the sight of her former lover, now thoroughly remade into a female, then slipped her tongue between Priscilla's lips and shared the load filling her mouth.
"Fwaaah♡ Schlorp♡ Mmmph♡"
"Nngh♥ Hahm♥ Fuuuhn♥"
The two women held each other close, sucking and trading the thick, sticky white seed between their tongues.
Gulp—
"Hwaaaaah♡"
"Haaaah♥"
Swallowing at the same instant, both of them wore ecstatic smiles as they luxuriated in the taste.
"Priscilla."
"Yeees♥"
Having just swallowed cum she now found so delicious she wanted to savor every drop, Priscilla answered Kaisent's call with a radiant smile.
"Come here."
Lounging with arrogant ease, Kaisent gave a light pat to his stomach. Priscilla crawled over with feline, sultry grace and rested her cheek against his belly.
She looked up at him with coquettish eyes and a smile, and Kaisent's hand stroked through her hair.
It was the treatment of a pet—and Priscilla clearly loved it. If she had been a real cat demi-human, the happy little purrs would not have seemed out of place at all.
"Your technique for sucking cock has reached Lillian's level."
"Yes♥ It's all thanks to Lillian teaching me so well♥"
"Fufu♡ Technique alone isn't enough for something like this. Without a genuine desire to serve with all your heart, it would be impossible."
Hearing Priscilla praise her, Lillian mirrored her and laid her own face against Kaisent's stomach, nuzzling and fidgeting as if begging to be petted too.
When Kaisent stroked her hair, a soft moan of pleasure slipped free and a smile rose straight from her heart.
Then both women climbed higher, each wrapping herself around one of Kaisent's arms and nestling them deep between their breasts.
No matter how slender and graceful the boy was, once adult women closed in around him, his slight frame vanished into soft white flesh.
"Fufu♡ Darling♡"
"We'll make you feel so good♥"
With his older wives caressing him from both sides with their springy, yielding bodies, Kaisent—happily receiving their service—found a natural smile spreading across his face.
In the span of only a few days he had made Priscilla his wife and successfully drilled into her the proper mindset of one.
She had been female for less than half a year and had lived more than twenty years as a man—yet now she was far more feminine and alluring a bitch than women who had been born and raised as such.
Still…
Receiving his wives' full-body massage, Kaisent's gaze drifted slightly downward.
There stood Arty, hands clasped stiffly in front of her like a decorative ornament, turning her head away the instant she felt his eyes on her.
Arty's reaction has been a little off.
While he had focused entirely on turning Priscilla into a complete female, he had neglected Arty for a stretch—and her atmosphere had grown strange.
Is she sulking? Nah… no way.
Experience and the vibe both said she was sulking, yet nothing in her usual behavior made sulking easy to imagine.
Even so, that subtle reaction carried the same air as older sisters who were annoyed about something but couldn't show it because of pride or their position.
One thing was certain: if he stayed cooped up with his wives like this, that delicate, off-kilter air around Arty would only continue.
"Lillian."
"Yes, what is it?"
"If we stay locked in this room forever the mercenaries will start fretting. Go outside for a change of pace."
The Kaisent who had been using casual speech with them the entire time answered in his usual polite register.
Understanding the signal—that he was stepping back from husband of the two of them into a member of the Wolf Mercenary Group—Lillian thought for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right. If we stay out of sight, more than a few of them will start causing trouble."
Even a regular army caused problems if left idle—mercenaries were worse. They had gathered relatively mild-tempered ones as far as mercenaries went, but the newest recruits had been chosen purely on skill and record. Trouble was always a possibility.
"Nngh… I want to stay a little longer……"
"Fufu. We've been rolling around together for three whole days and you still want more?"
"Yeah. I never knew a woman's pleasure could feel this happy."
Unlike Lillian, who had been thoroughly broken in by Kaisent's cock somewhere out of sight for a long time, Priscilla—who had only recently offered body and soul to her husband—wanted to savor this pleasure even longer.
Especially the humiliation of being conquered by a boy younger than me… it makes my womb throb♥
That masochistic thrill of being unable to resist and forced to submit to the cock of a weaker, younger Kaisent had corrupted the once-staunch knight Priscilla into a bitch all the faster.
Still, she was genuinely worried about the mercenaries too. She smiled through the regret, buoyed by the happiness of knowing they had countless days ahead together.
"I'll be looking forward to tonight♡"
"I'll have my asshole ready for you♥"
Peck— peck—
Once dressed, the two women softly marked both of Kaisent's cheeks with their lips and stepped out of the room.
With the two of them gone, only Kaisent and Arty remained in a chamber thick with the reek of semen.
"Ar—"
"You really are something else."
Just as he started to call her name, Arty cut him off and spoke first—in a tone that carried a faint edge of sarcasm.
"About what?"
"How boldly you dominate women larger than yourself the moment no one else is watching. Is that your true self?"
"About half of it was an act."
"An act?"
"Yeah. Dad said that if you're a member of the family, you have to look reliable to the partner you choose. A weak, fragile, untrustworthy man doesn't last long."
The other half, though, he had thoroughly dominated and conquered them with genuine enjoyment.
It felt like every part of my body was activating.
When he subjugated and ruled Lillian and Priscilla, Kaisent could feel something hidden inside him unfurling.
That hidden something wanted to dominate his wives.
Part of it was the Dragon Lord's bloodline designating the two of them as treasures—but the thick inheritance of his father's blood played a major role as well.
From the start, Kaisent's father had used a complete bodily rebirth to partially rewrite his own genes for combat and the conquest of women, and that influence had been passed straight down to his descendants.
And the one who had inherited that blood most strongly was Kaisent.
"What an impressive bloodline."
"Arty, can I ask you one thing?"
"What is it."
"Why are you sulking like that?"
Now that they were alone, he finally voiced the thing that had been bothering him the whole time.
"Sulking? Me?"
"Yeah."
"I have always employed a somewhat sarcastic manner of speech on occasion."
"You have. But this time there's actual emotion in it—because you're sulking."
"You are mistaken."
Arty cut him off cleanly, insisting it was a misunderstanding.
But of course, people who are sulking never admit they are sulking.
Kaisent walked toward Arty, who had been standing there like décor watching their sex life—his cock, larger and more imposing than before, swinging freely as he approached.
The certainty and confidence of having completely conquered Lillian and Priscilla had, strangely enough, made his cock grow even bigger.
He could force it larger if he wanted, but this growth was natural, not artificial.
Nngh……
Unlike a human, Arty could control her own body at will whenever she chose.
Yet for the first time, her eyes dropped of their own accord—and she could not tear them away from his cock.
Thud!
"!!"
Before she knew it Kaisent had closed the distance and planted a hand against the wall beside her body.
The classic wall-pin pose.
Normally the man needed to be at least as tall as the woman for it to work—but Kaisent, far shorter than any adult woman, had to look up at Arty even as he pinned her.
Damn it……! He's too cute……!
Back when she had lived on twenty-first-century Earth believing herself human and absorbing all kinds of knowledge, Arty had learned about the wall-pin. The gap between that masculine pose and the adorable boy performing it made her whip her gaze away.
If she kept looking down at this cute creature, her expression management would fail.
"Tell me, Arty. Why are you angry?"
"……"
"What did I do wrong?"
"……"
When Arty kept her face turned away and refused to answer, Kaisent's expression crumpled as if he had long drooping ears that had just gone limp.
"Right… Arty was trying to assassinate Clint in the first place and failed because of me…… And on top of that I messed with your system……"
Unlike the other women, Arty had a firmly hostile relationship with Kaisent.
If he had not rewritten her system and forced her obedience, they would have killed each other over and over.
I don't even understand why I'm like this myself.
Kaisent looked crushed—but Arty herself could not properly grasp her own feelings either.
Until now she had clearly understood and felt hostility, joy, sorrow, and every other emotion. This one, though, she could not make sense of no matter how she tried.
"…I get it."
When Arty simply kept her mouth shut and radiated discomfort, Kaisent raised a hand to her temple and applied lightning magic.
"What are you—! Ah?"
With her system manipulated by the lightning magic, Arty registered the new commands that had just been issued.
Do not treat the Wolf Mercenary Group as hostile.
From now on, do as you please.
"With this, you're free. I've only locked down the part where you attack us—because that would make things complicated."
"Fr… free?"
"Yeah. Free. Live doing whatever Arty wants from now on."
In that instant, something inside Arty shattered with an audible crack.
Free? I can do whatever I want?
Aside from treating the Wolf Mercenary Group as enemies, she could do anything?
The moment that thought landed, Arty finally understood what it meant for instinct to overrule reason.
Grab!
"Ah!?"
She was only supposed to be able to act on system directives—yet before any command could even arrive, Arty's arms had already seized Kaisent's torso.
Arty's strength vastly outstripped even Master-rank Lillian and Priscilla. Caught in that monstrous grip, Kaisent was shoved down without the slightest chance to resist.
"A-Arty?"
"You're the one who made the mistake. You should never have given me freedom."
"What are you talking abou—mmph!?"
Arty leaned down over the boy she had just toppled and thrust her tongue straight into his mouth.
Schlorp— suck— chuuuup—
Delicious♡ The taste of human saliva♡ My tongue's taste-processing data is so happy♡
Finally tasting the saliva that Lillian and Priscilla had been enjoying to their hearts' content, Arty sucked and drank it down like a beast.
"Pwah! W-wait! Arty! You don't have to do this anymore! You're free!"
"Yes. This is the freedom I wanted."
"Wh-what?"
"I understand reinforcing the curse on Fredrick and turning him into Priscilla. But three days. Three days! The three of you enjoyed yourselves and never once laid a hand on me!"
"Uh… wait… is that why you were sulking…?"
"I said I would become your sexual-relief maid! So why have you never used me even once!?"
The reason Arty had been sulking was simple: the three of them had rolled around to their hearts' content while leaving her out.
With the high-performance taste processors built into her tongue, she wanted to experience the flavor of freshly made, springy cum.
She wanted the cock that had forced a machine like her to submit to an organic being to pound her until her circuits overheated and steam poured from her head.
All because of… all because of that stupid meat stick……!
A meat stick whose only talents were getting big and hard and spitting out white baby-batter.
She was a New Human of the future, a high-performance Machinaroid built without special functions but still top-tier, designed to assassinate Clint—the future leader of humanity. And she had submitted to an organic being over nothing more than that meat stick.
Objectively it felt foolish to surrender over something so trivial—yet Arty wanted that organic thing ramming into her holes.
"And for someone so weak, what were you thinking walking off alone to meet a blackmailer!?"
That had probably been the original reason she sulked.
He was so weak he could not even escape her grip—and he had gone to face a blackmailer by himself!
Things had worked out, but in the worst case Kaisent's body could have been stolen from him entirely.
"I'm sorry."
"Ah……"
"I should have paid attention to you the same way I pay attention to everyone else. I kept saying I treat machine intelligence as a person, then turned around and treated your obedience as something I was entitled to."
Arty had been bracing for the usual how dare a machine reaction—yet Kaisent's sincere apology flooded her with a tangled rush of happiness, relief, and joy.
"I won't let it happen again. If something comes up, I'll tell you… no, I'll tell the others too, and explain exactly why I can't hold you."
"Do you… really mean that?"
"Yeah. I mean it. This time it was partly my lack of experience, and partly the special feelings I have for Priscilla that made me lose my head over her."
Before the curse, he had found Priscilla difficult yet still respected her.
Then he had taken that respected person, broken her with his cock, and turned her into a bitch.
The sexual high of it had numbed his brain so thoroughly that he had focused only on thoroughly feminizing the person in front of him and stopped noticing anything else.
"Haaaah……"
"Arty?"
"I apologize…… I should not have reacted so sensitively. We could have resolved this simply by talking like this……"
"It's fine. People aren't rational to begin with. They decide the answer with their feelings first, then let reason rationalize it afterward—that's what people do."
"People… so I fall into the category of 'person' for you as well?"
"Of course. If you weren't a person, you wouldn't have any reason to get this angry."
Arty's appeal had made him realize how thoroughly he had neglected her. Through the apology, their relationship returned to what it had been.
No—he had given her freedom. From now on, depending on her choice, the relationship could become something entirely different.
"That aside."
Still pinned beneath Arty, Kaisent peeled her arms off and sat up.
Whoosh—
"Ah……!"
Then he thrust his erect cock toward the mouth of Arty, who was still on her knees from the posture she had used to pin him down.
"I gave you freedom. Now it's your turn to choose. What do you want to become?"
The vicious cock that had made the other women sob and cry only moments ago now bobbed hungrily right in front of her lips.
No matter how diligently those women had cleaned it, the smell of cum was unavoidable.
So Arty, pierced by the scent data stabbing her olfactory sensors, demurely adjusted her kneeling posture and bowed her head.
"I… I will become your sexual-relief maid♡"
"Really? Even though I gave you freedom?"
"Yes, yeees♡ AT… no, Arty will serve you as her Master for all eternity♡ So please keep doting on me forever as your sexual-relief maid♡"
The boy who had been offering a sincere apology only moments ago once again became the tyrant who turned women into bitches.
And Arty decided she would live not as an assassin of humanity's future, but as a dedicated sexual-relief maid who served only one human.
This is… the path I chose……♡
There were no more excuses left.
Having freely chosen of her own will to become Kaisent's sexual-relief maid, Arty looked up at her Master's gaze as he decided how to cook her—and smiled with a shiver of anticipation for whatever pleasure was about to come.