Rene's Dream and the Execution Squad (3)
“Ahhk!!”
Her plump, juicy ass made for a satisfying smack. Handprints were already blooming across it.
Rene's attitude had been so insolent that I decided to give her a little more education.
“S-stop... hitting me!!”
I ignored her and ramped up the intensity. Even if it was just a spanking, the relentless barrage of a man's palm was no joke.
As the stinging pain escalated into true agony, Rene grew desperate.
“T-talk to me!! It hurts!! It really hurts!!!”
“You still haven't learned your lesson.”
Smack-smack-smack-
She finally seemed to realize I had no intention of going easy on her. And right now, no matter what she did, I held complete dominance over her.
If she tried pulling her usual high-and-mighty act, things could get even uglier for her.
“I... I mean!! Just talk to me first!! Stop hitting me!”
Polite speech was finally starting to emerge. I paused my descending palm.
'About time. My hand was starting to hurt too.'
As per Rene's wish, I stopped the spanking. Then I thrust my cock back into her pussy.
“Heek!!”
One might think her juices had dried up during the punishment, but surprisingly, her insides were still slick. If anything, reuniting with my cock made her clench even tighter than before.
'Whew... even a woman like this feels amazing inside.'
Warm and wet—that snug embrace reminded me of Rozette's pussy. A witch's folds had a unique texture, more intricate and pronounced than average.
Virgin-tight pressure combined with those delicate ridges that maximized sensation along my shaft. It was exquisite pussy pleasure, melting my cock away.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-
I pounded into her with renewed vigor. Rene's hips and thighs trembled violently.
“Haaang...!! This is weird... getting fucked... by a man should feel gross... but this feels too good...!! So deep... your cock's too deep!!”
True to her born slut nature, she dove right back into the ecstasy of sex mere moments after that enthusiastic spanking.
I quickened the pace, rapidly building her pleasure.
“Ung...♡ Hng, eung...♡ Heek...♡ Heung... Ung... Ungheek...♡”
Unlike her feisty personality, her moans were pure Japanese AV actress—nasal whines and all, ahn-ahn.
The moment I rubbed her nipples during a thrust, her back arched like a bow.
“Kyaaang!!”
Heat blossomed across her body, her legs quaking nonstop. She looked ready to collapse right there. Climax was imminent.
“Uwaang... Feels so good... I'm gonna cum... gonna cum...!!”
That was the cue I'd been waiting for. I halted my thrusts and pulled out.
“Nooo...!! Don't pull out!! Cock... give me more cock...!!”
“Why should I?”
“You... no, Lord Yulian... you love Rene's pussy too!! Fuck me more... fill me up inside...!!”
“That's no way to beg.”
I yanked the chain on her choker.
“Say it again. With a more respectful title than 'Lord Yulian.'”
“Euk... L-Lord... Yulian von Reinhardt... Baron... no, Count, right?”
“You still haven't learned.”
A few more smacks in that state, and finally, I got the answer I wanted.
“M-Master!! I'm sorry!! Please stop spanking my ass!!”
I suppressed a laugh. It felt too third-rate villainous.
Still, to break so easily after just a few palm strikes on her ass...
There was a reason Rene acted like such an extreme sadist. Deep down, she was a total coward terrified of pain herself. It was all bravado.
“Good girl for listening. Time to fuck you again.”
“Thank youuu...!! Cock... give me cock...!!!”
I wanted to train her more, but time was short. I channeled the last of my demonic energy into the Tyrant's mana road. I felt the veins in my cock pulsing.
In that final sprint, Rene let out a piercing scream.
“Ngiiit!!! Haaang!! Haaang... C-cumming... Kyaaang!!”
Rene squirted messily onto the floor. I unleashed a torrent of thick white cum inside her. Amid the numbing pleasure, a system reward pinged.
Trait proficiency has increased.
Trait: Evolved Dream Demon (B+)
You have begun to freely interpret dreams. Dominance over erotic dreams increases.
Through creampie, absorbed opponent's essence. Vitality increases as if drinking an advanced fatigue recovery potion.
At the same time, the basement backdrop began to warp. A sign it was shifting to another dream scene.
Rene, lost in the afterglow of orgasm, expanded her subconscious further. From the open door of her mind, I caught a few leaking words.
'Beast of Chaos? And that voice...'
The emotions clinging to those words in Rene's subconscious were unmistakably fear.
Considering demonic aura—the ominous energy born of chaos that pierced through Chaotic Gates and monsters—it wasn't something to brush off lightly.
'Rene handles demon stones freely enough to invent Markers. For even her to fear... what the hell is this Beast of Chaos?'
I had a hunch, but no certainty. My demonic energy was depleted; I couldn't linger in Rene's dream any longer.
'I'll dig deeper into Rene later.'
Leaving Teneb in her subconscious, I exited Rene's dream.
In principle, Pantheon had no classes or training on weekends. So on this Friday, the Hesos Hall cadets were buzzing with excitement.
Eirin walked the corridors of Hesos Hall alongside her young master, Yulian. Cadet chatter drifted over.
“Hit the tavern right after class?”
“Sounds good. Artistic souls only shine when drunk.”
“Gonna round up a crew. Let's get wild!”
True to the free-spirited arts order cadets. Midterms were approaching, but they were already plotting weekend debauchery.
“They look so free. Don't you think, Eirin?”
Eirin, lost in thought, looked up at Yulian's words.
“Yes. Most arts order cadets aren't reserve squad members, so they seem more relaxed than those from other orders.”
And just last year, Yulian had lived even more wildly and freely than them.
'But I can't imagine him like that now.'
The notorious scoundrel of the margraviate, infamous even in the imperial capital and Pantheon. Yet since last winter, Yulian had changed.
His habitual mischief vanished overnight. Now he lived an almost excessively diligent cadet life.
'To the point where I'm worried about his health from overworking.'
She'd wondered if a demon possessed him, given the sudden shift. But if so, he couldn't wear his mother Saintess Agnes's rosario unscathed.
'Enduring that immense divine power would require a demon king's might, at least.'
Ridiculous speculation. Eirin shook her head. If possessed, it'd explain his old scoundrel days, not now.
Current Yulian was his childhood self—playful yet kind-hearted—grown up.
As his near-foster sister since childhood, Eirin knew that gentle side well.
And lately, her feelings for Yulian went beyond childhood friendship. She harbored secret affection.
They entered the atelier together. Eirin served Yulian tea and relayed coachman Hans's message.
“Lady Chloe of Aiterne Marquisate wishes to see you again, young master.”
“Chloe, huh.”
“Yes. She says she's handled the matter you mentioned and enclosed a short letter with her report on the progress.”
I've arranged meetings with useful cadets from Pantheon's social clubs. Could you spare some time this weekend? It'll greatly aid your midterm prep, my lord.
— Chloe de Aiterne
Yulian read the letter calmly, then nodded.
“Looks like another busy weekend.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Par for the course. After slacking off last year, I've got a lot to catch up on.”
He added,
“I'll review lectures now, so feel free to paint, Eirin. After midterms, you'll be an arts order cadet too.”
Thanks to Yulian's arrangements, Eirin would enroll post-midterms, like Cecilia. Possible only in the lenient arts order.
'Especially since arts order just requires passing the practical threshold.'
Yulian opened his textbook. Eirin picked up her pencil and sat at the easel. Lunch break now. He studied even in these snippets.
'It's lunchtime... does he really not need rest?'
Worry crept in again. Beyond classes and training, weekends kept him busy too.
'I'm no mana user, so I can't gauge his level precisely. But per Lucia, his progress is astonishing.'
And Eirin prided herself on sharp eyes.
Unlike his old nightlife binges, post-enrollment outings sharpened his gaze each time.
'Maybe intense special training I can't fathom.'
'So diligent... no wonder he's exhausted. I'm worried.'
And... the stray hairs of different colors on his return bothered her.
Still, young and hot-blooded swordsman. Meeting women was inevitable.
'Young master's... stamina is overflowing.'
She knew intimately from bath-time trysts. She tired first; his cock never flagged first.
If those flings tempered his old brutality, a maid prioritizing her master should be glad.
'Still... a bit jealous...'
Always by his side, even bathing him daily at the mansion.
But envying women worthy of her cherished young master was natural.
'No, Eirin. You're just a mere maid.'
His eyes on the textbook were serious. Midterms loomed; she hurried her practical submission sketch.
Her pencil unconsciously sketched on the canvas. She startled.
'What is this!'
Unwittingly, a portrait of Yulian—his chiseled, handsome upper-body nude.
'Drew it again...'
Serene expressions were habit. But daily intimacy bled her true feelings into her art.
“Eirin. Fresh tea, please.”
“Y-yes?? Yes! Right away.”
His call jolted her. Heart racing, she flipped the canvas to hide the nude from him.
Back in the atelier after all training and classes.
'Focusing every hour is exhausting.'
Midterms neared. Grius Cardinal's schemes might revoke multi-order auditing privileges.
To maintain them, he maximized study time at Pantheon.
And Chloe's letter arrived perfectly timed.
'Need her help this time.'
Pantheon's midterms were notoriously tough. Theory-wise, he was in the lower class.
To ace all theory subjects as Grius demanded, perfect prep was essential.
'Gotta cut more sleep.'
And tonight, underground arena finals.
Intel from Rene's dream: Execution Squad elite Izeltier in the tournament. Prep for midterms and Roia trials meant seizing swordsmanship gains, even if pushing limits to the pleasure quarter.
'Good thing I drained Rene properly last night.'
Dream Demon trait let him steal women's essence via dream sex. Thus, no fatigue despite nonstop review and Fusion Method circulation.
Waiting briefly, Lucia arrived.
“Good day, Count! And Lady Eirin!”
Tournament prelims: We took 1st and 2nd from one sword guild social club. Both qualified for finals.
Tonight, heading to the pleasure quarter's arena together.
“Nice to see you, Lucia. Oh, what a pretty hairpin.”
Eirin greeted warmly. A butterfly pin accented Lucia's pink long hair.
'The one I gifted.'
Lucia replied,
“R-really? I think it's pretty too, Lady Eirin.”
“Such fine taste to pick this hairpin. You have great eyes, Lucia.”
Eirin never flattered idly; her beauty standards were firm. It must look good to women too.
Not a romantic gift but disguise for the tournament. Still, her praise pricked Lucia's conscience oddly.
Lucia's response felt off—slightly stuttering.
'Feels like cheating.'
Anyway, with Lucia here, time to leave the atelier.
I rode with her to the pleasure quarter's underground arena. Far grander than the last one.
“Finals venue is on another level.”
Even Lucia's round eyes widened further.
Gawking around, she suddenly yelped in shock.
“Why are they here!”
Turning at her words, I understood her surprise. In this hardly legal venue.
Pantheon instructors—Mithers and Daren—stood together.