Shared Strength, Shared Bodies
Most outsiders who came to this place were occasional settlers and merchant caravans.
But from the day after the news of Dertium's discovery spread, messengers bearing letters poured in without end through the teleportation facilities.
Ordinarily, close acquaintances would have spoken face-to-face through communication devices. Akina, however, had never been a particularly popular noble, and so the letters arrived as attempts to cultivate a relationship with her.
Discovering Dertium did not mean they could begin mining it at once, so there was still some breathing room. First they would have to survey just how much of the ore they possessed, construct a mine, and hire laborers.
In her heart, Akina wanted nothing more than to reply, You ignored me all this time and now you want to be friends? How about you go eat shit? — but she swallowed the impulse and answered every letter with the dignity expected of a noble.
An avalanche of correspondence had arrived overnight, and simply ignoring it would create problems later. She had no choice.
As a result, Lillian and her companions went without Akina's training for some time.
Fortunately, the battle against Blood Zen had left each of them with something to digest. They sparred among themselves or ran image training, working through the experience of fighting a true powerhouse — so in a way, the interruption was a blessing.
Using a greatsword forces my movements to stay large. Countess Akina warned me about that and drilled it into me.
A standard one-handed sword keeps my offense and defense solid, but I have no decisive finishing blow. I need a powerful technique I can unleash the moment the opening appears.
Both of them still burned to clash with Blood Zen's techniques again, yet the dead man had already been reduced to ash. There was no one left to call up — and they fretted over it.
"If that's what you need, I believe I can help."
Kaisent, who had absorbed every one of Blood Zen's techniques, created clone bodies and stepped in as their sparring partners.
The clones were smaller in frame and weaker in raw power than Blood Zen himself, but they could still reproduce his techniques while layering Helix Flow on top of them — more than enough to serve as opponents.
"Make one for me too."
"Huh? You as well, Lilith?"
For reasons of her own, Lilith — who until now had done little more than loosen up and never truly committed to training — asked for a clone as well.
I hate to admit it, but my abilities are on the weaker side in this world. Close-quarters combat especially — I need far more experience.
At range she could hold her own even against stronger foes, but in melee she could not last long. Having recognized her own weakness, Lilith resolved to harden herself in close combat.
Because Kaisent could not afford to reveal his full capabilities to outsiders, the party was granted use of the Karayden family's secret training hall — a place reserved for direct bloodline members and those they formally recognized. Training there soon became their new daily routine.
One strange detail stood out: Arty, who under ordinary circumstances never left Kaisent's side, was nowhere to be seen.
I only managed one person's share of the work. If I am going to protect Master, I need to carry more than a single share.
She had pulled her weight against Blood Zen, but that was not enough to satisfy her. With Kaisent's permission to upgrade, Arty was currently living in the dimensional warehouse with Artemis, refining the direction of her next enhancements.
Stimulated by the fight against an opponent stronger than themselves, the women trained each in their own way, day after day.
And as the clone bodies Kaisent created to spar with the three of them were dismissed, their experience converted into his own — a virtuous cycle that strengthened him alongside them.
The problem was that they, too, were intelligent beings and human. Endless training alone would eventually break them down from exhaustion.
That problem, however, they could solve in their own particular way.
Tick! Tack! Tattack! Tick! Chik!
"Hnnngh~~~♥♥ S-stop that♥ My nipples♥ Stop tormenting them♥♥"
"There~ There~ Cum from nothing but your nipples~"
"Kyaaahaaang~~♥"
Kaisent had sat Priscilla on the bed under the pretense of massaging her shoulders after training. His hands wandered over a body still damp from the shower, and the sweet fragrance the curse had left on her skin pulled him under. By the time he came back to himself, he had already focused entirely on her nipples, driving her through climax after climax until the sheets beneath her were soaked.
"Your nipples are still hard. That's proof the fatigue has settled into your body — so I'll work it out nice and gently."
"Ahnngh♥ There♥ Stop♥"
She raised both arms above her head of her own accord, signaling complete surrender — yet Kaisent only pinched, slapped, and scraped at her nipples, tormenting her breasts without mercy. He worked them so thoroughly that the skin around each nipple flushed a deep, burning red.
Squeeze—!
"Ahaaaang~~~♥♥"
Without warning he seized both nipples from behind and wrung them hard. Her long, slender waist twisted with lewd grace.
Pssssshhhhh—
Driven over the edge by nipple climax alone, Priscilla sprayed milk.
"That's already your fifth orgasm from nothing but your nipples. A man once, and now you're climaxing with breast milk. Heh heh heh~"
"D-don't♥ Don't say that♥ It's embarrassing♥"
The memory of the man she had once been made her present state — thoroughly corrupted into a complete female — so shameful that she shook her head from side to side in a petulant protest.
"There!"
"Kkhoooook~~~♥"
"You're only embarrassed because some scrap of that male mindset is still left! I'll make sure you never feel that kind of shame again!"
"I-I understand♥ So please♥ Don't pinch my nipples like thaaaat♥"
Kaisent transformed his fingers into a dragon's and began twisting her nipples with crushing force. Altering a part of his body that way made it stronger than before. He could only change the tips of his fingers or toes — useless in real combat — but for this purpose, it was perfect.
While he worked her nipples from behind, Priscilla had tied her hair up to keep it out of the way, and the nape of her neck came into view. Pale, soft, and delicate as a fawn's throat.
Lick—
"Nnghah!?"
"Priscilla's neck is pretty and delicious. And so incredibly soft."
"Nnghnn♥ Nnh♥ Nngh-nngh♥"
As he licked the nape of her neck and twisted her nipples this way and that, Priscilla screwed her eyes shut prettily and writhed her waist.
Developing only her nipples would be a waste. I'll train her until she can never feel shame over her male past again.
Kaisent drew a quiet breath and created two more clone bodies.
This time I won't lose control the way I did before.
He still remembered exactly how he had tormented everyone on the day they defeated Blood Zen, and he was careful not to let himself run wild.
Lick— Suck—
"Hnhyaaaaaaang~~~~♥♥"
The newly formed clones buried their faces in her fully exposed underarms — both arms still raised in surrender.
"K-Kaisent! It's embarrassing♥ Not there♥ I hate iiit♥"
"Fwaah~ The sweet-and-sour sweat that leaked out when you came — delicious~"
"And that unique scent that only comes from underarms is the best."
"Don't say things like thaaaat~~♥"
The clones critiqued the taste and scent of Priscilla's underarms even as they grew greedier, biting and sucking with abandon.
At the same moment, the original Kaisent pinched her nipples and heaved her breasts upward with enough force to change their shape.
"Hnghooooooh♥"
Her breasts stretched slightly longer as they were pulled up. Priscilla, who had been about to lower her arms in shame, instead arched her spine straight from the climax that hit her.
Slurp— Suck— Squish— Squooosh—
Seizing the opening, the clones buried their faces completely into her underarms, ensuring that even if she dropped her arms she could no longer protect them.
"I want to live like this forever~"
"Priscilla's underarms taste so good~"
"S-stop! My underarms feel weird~~!!"
Climaxing from the pleasure of her pinched nipples, she twisted and thrashed every time her underarms were licked, wracked by a pleasure she had never felt before.
"There!"
"Fubub!?"
But the original Kaisent simply caught her by the throat, turned her head, and kissed her — subduing her resistance in an instant.
This is incredibly convenient. If I were alone, I couldn't lick her underarms, restrain her, and kiss her all at once — I wouldn't be able to focus on any one thing.
Feeling just how effortless the clones made everything, Kaisent decided he would train not only her pussy and anus as erogenous zones, but other places as well.
Simply licking somewhere like an underarm would not turn it into an erogenous zone on its own. He had to attack true erogenous zones — pussy, anus — and force her to feel pleasure while stimulating the new area at the same time.
"Hoo~ That was refreshing… hm?"
Just then Lillian, who had lingered longer in the shower than Priscilla, walked in still dripping wet — and found them like that.
At first her eyes flew wide in surprise. Then a languid, seductive smile curved her lips.
"L-Lillian……♥"
"Fufufu. How wicked of you. Enjoying yourselves without me the moment I step away♡ Didn't you once swear you'd look only at me for the rest of your life, Priscilla?"
"N-no, this is……!"
Sluuuuuuurp~~~!!
"Hnhyaaaaaaang~~~~♥"
Priscilla tried to explain, but the clones yanked on her nipples and licked her underarms with renewed ferocity. Her waist twisted lewdly once more as a moan tore free.
Kaisent created one more clone and rose to his feet; the new clone smoothly took over behind Priscilla, pinching and twisting her nipples.
"Lillian."
"Y-yes♡"
Kaisent approached her, carrying the pleasant scent of a body freshly washed of sweat and dust. With a sly smile and hungry eyes, he peeled her clothes away.
Her skin, still damp, felt different from usual — and the difference only made her more tempting. His hands glided gently from her thighs up over her hips.
"Hnnnngh~~♡"
As if her body already knew who its master was, the touch of palms smaller than her own drew a languid, sweet moan from Lillian and set her trembling.
When she looked at him with the expectant face of a bitch waiting to learn what her master would do next, Kaisent found her so unbearably adorable that he burrowed straight into the arms of the woman larger than himself.
"Sniff~ Lillian's stomach smells so good."
"Anhh♡ That tickles♡"
Kaisent nestled between the breasts she had just washed and lowered his face to her belly, breathing her in. Embarrassed and yet overflowing with affection, Lillian wrapped her small husband tightly in her arms.
Cradled in Lillian's soft, warm embrace and breathing in the scent of a bitch already in heat, Kaisent slid both hands from her waist down to her ass and squeezed hard.
"Kyaahang♡"
An ass shaped by countless hours of training tried to spring back elastically every time his fingers pressed into it. Addicted to that springy resistance, he lifted his face — and Lillian, without waiting for a word or a signal, drew his body close, bent down, and kissed him.
After a full day of hard training, the sight of her small husband waiting to welcome her home stirred submission, obedience, and a protective instinct all at once.
That child who used to be so fragile and timid……
The boy who once could not have survived a single day without her protection had become the pillar that protected and supported them all.
No — more than a pillar. He had become the master who ruled them.
Surrendering to this child feels so happy and so good♡
Her past self would never have understood, no matter how carefully she explained it — that becoming one man's bitch could feel this blissful.
"Lillian. Come here."
"Ah♡"
Sensing her raw desire to be taken at once, Kaisent caught her by the wrist and led her to the bed where Priscilla lay.
"Fwaaaaaah~~~~~♥"
At that moment Priscilla's moan erupted again, climaxing as her nipples were pinched and her underarms sucked.
"I-I hate it♥ My underarms♥ I came from themmm♥"
Forced to climax through underarm training, she flushed red all the way to her ears with shame.
There are too many of us. I'll leave only one.
Kaisent reverse-summoned every clone but one. Instantly, all the underarm scent and taste the clones had been savoring — and the raw desire to claim Priscilla — slammed into him at once.
"Hhhk! Hhk!"
"Kyaah!"
Absorbing the clones' lust left Kaisent breathing hard. He shoved Lillian's body forward until she stood right in front of Priscilla, then gripped her waist and pulled her hips back.
Slap—!
"Nngoooooh~~~♡"
Kaisent's cock sank to the root in a single thrust. Her anus clenched around the massive shaft — a size that did not match his appearance or frame at all — and her rectum bit down hard, milking him.
Paang! Tspang! Tspang! Tspang! Tspang! Tspang! Tspang! Pangpangpangpangpangpangpang♡♡
"Ah♡ Hit♡ Oh♡ Oohk♡ From the very start♡ So rough♡"
"Khnn! Lillian's ass! Still wet and sticking to me with every slap! Perfect!"
"Hahiik~~~♡ K-Kaisent♡ Slowlyyy♡ You're stabbing all the way into my asshole♡"
He seized that impossibly beautiful pelvis and pounded her still-damp ass with his hips. Lillian's face dissolved into pure pleasure.
And Priscilla, from point-blank range — close enough to feel every breath — watched her former lover's hips held captive by the male who now dominated her, watched her moan and thrash.
When I was with her, she never made a face like that……
On their first night together, back when Priscilla had still been a man, Lillian's expression had been nothing like this.
Of course it wasn't. Kaisent and I aren't even the same species.
She had been an ordinary man. Kaisent was a male — a male built to dominate women.
"Clench your asshole tight! Shake your hips!"
"Yeheh~♡ Ah♡ Anh♡ Ahaang♡"
Lillian moaned with a blissful smile, flaunting the superiority of a cherished bitch toward the person who had once been her lover. Yet Priscilla felt no anger at the sight — only the raw desire to have a cock buried in her as well, and to wear that same expression.
The remaining clone, who had been watching in silence, suddenly smiled with wicked intent. Ignoring the Priscilla he had been training, he turned to face Lillian head-on.
"Lillian."
"Aang♡ Anh♡ Hnhaang♡"
"You wouldn't mind if I tore your sphincter open with my cock so your asshole never closes again for the rest of your life, would you?"
"Y-yess♡ I'd be happy living with my asshole permanently stretched open♡"
"You heard her, original."
Having extracted a clear answer from her lips, the clone stepped up to the original body and offered his own cock toward the asshole the original was already pounding.
"Let's wreck Lillian's asshole just like this. We'll use both our cocks to make sure it never closes again for the rest of her life."
"For the rest of her life……!"
Ruin her asshole with their cocks so she would live permanently stretched open?
No — before that, what happens to Lillian's asshole if she has to swallow two cocks at once?
Ever since that earlier incident, sadistic urges to break the bitches who submitted to him rose far too easily. Kaisent swallowed dryly without realizing it, hesitated for only a moment, then shifted his body slightly to the side.