The Cosmic-Disaster Class Dragon's Secret Preference

In the next instant, something began to unfold that I could scarcely believe even as I watched it with my own two eyes.

Her trembling hands fumbled with the zipper of my pants, then carefully closed around the shaft of my cock and drew it out into the open with painstaking caution.

Her touch was so earnest and so careful that the three women nearby watched the entire scene in a state of high tension.

Gulp!

At that moment Nidhorn, her face flushed bright red, revealed the dignity of an Absolute Being as she turned to Sercia and asked,

"How does one touch a male human's genitals?"

Oh? So when she addressed anyone other than her master, she used that cute little voice with the same lofty speech patterns.

That thin, adorable voice delivering lines like that…

Wasn't that unfairly cute?

Sercia, finally grasping the gravity of the situation, carefully approached her and began explaining the method step by step.

"First, wrap your hand around the glans and the shaft, then move it up and down to stimulate him. That is the basic motion."

Nidhorn nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling.

Holy shit, from the side she looked ridiculously cute!

That mix of coquettish charm and her usual cool expression ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠offered a completely different flavor of cuteness from Yoo Harin's.

If the situation hadn't been so awkward, I would have wanted to nibble those cheeks right then and there.

Sercia, a little more tense than usual, continued her explanation and demonstrated by wrapping her hand around my shaft and gently kneading it.

"If he is not yet fully erect and hard, massaging him like this works well. Mixing in a little saliva makes it even better."

With those words she stuck out her tongue and let a few drops of spit fall.

Fortunately my cock, obedient to her will, quickly stretched itself awake.

Watching the limp flesh harden and grow larger in real time, Nidhorn's pupils trembled faintly.

"Th-that is truly mysterious!! How on earth did you do it?"

Sercia dipped her head slightly and continued.

"L-Lady Nidhorn can do it perfectly well herself. First, allow me to show you a demonstration."

Sercia's devoted hands began to move smoothly, enveloping the glans, the urethral opening, and the shaft all at once.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Utterly lewd friction sounds filled the private room.

And beside her, Nidhorn's throat bobbed adorably as she watched with a face gone completely scarlet.

Gulp—!

Sercia picked up the pace, pumping my cock faster.

Nidhorn, watching, suddenly shouted,

"Th-th-th-that's enough now! I-I-I-I'll do the rest myself!"

Sercia lifted one corner of her mouth and released my cock.

"Of course. You will surely manage it splendidly."

"Hmph… hmph! O-of course I will! There is nothing in this world the Black Destruction Dragon cannot accomplish!"

Sercia's eyes glittered meaningfully as she spoke again.

"However, Lady Nidhorn?"

"Wh-what is it this time?"

"Do you… happen to know the 'success condition' for a handjob?"

In that instant Nidhorn's purple eyes trembled violently.

"D-d-d-d-do you think this noble lady would not know something so basic?"

Sercia smiled as she asked,

That dragon… she's enjoying this situation against a cosmic-disaster class dragon, isn't she?

"Oh my. Then would you kindly tell me what that condition is?"

After a brief cough, Nidhorn answered,

"U-u-u-until Master is exhausted and collapses."

Sercia's lips twitched.

Cardia and Yoo Harin had already collapsed onto the table, shoulders shaking as they stifled their laughter.

Watching them, Nidhorn's face, ears, and the nape of her neck flushed crimson.

Sercia, fighting desperately not to laugh, finally managed to speak.

"P-puh! I-I beg your pardon… kuh!"

Her slender finger pointed at my urethral opening.

"You continue until hot, cloudy liquid spurts from this hole. We call that 'semen.'"

Nidhorn hurriedly tried to explain herself.

"I-I-I-I-I already knew that much! Th-th-the words just now were merely a test to see whether you lot knew it as well!"

Watching her raise her voice and desperately justify herself was almost pitiful.

And at last… her tiny trembling hand approached my cock.

She had declared it so boldly, yet even a cosmic-disaster class being seemed reluctant to actually touch a fully erect cock.

Seeing her face the throbbing member with one hand shaking, I realized Nidhorn was an even purer virgin than Yoo Harin.

At the very least Harin had never trembled like that in front of a cock.

Whether some unknown courage had activated or she simply wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to finalize the contract with her Master as quickly as possible, I couldn't tell.

What was certain was that my bold action had sent Nidhorn's affection skyrocketing.

I seized her small, cute hand and forced it to grip the shaft of my cock.

"Hyaaat!♡"

Her startled breath, hot and soft, brushed against the nape of my neck.

Her hands were… just like Harin's, no, even smaller than Harin's, so small that one hand alone could never continue a proper handjob.

I whispered quietly,

"Nidhorn?"

"Y-yes… yeees!?"

She jumped and squeezed the shaft tightly.

"Use both hands and stroke it."

"I-I understand! Yes!!"

She hurriedly laced both hands around the shaft as if interlocking her fingers.

The flustered profile was so lovable it drove me crazy.

Somehow… I feel like I've just discovered Nidhorn's charm point.

At last Nidhorn's eyes sparkled as she entered full concentration mode.

Those purple eyes shone with the firm resolve that she would absolutely succeed.

"Then… I-I'll begin!"

I nodded.

It was only a handjob, yet the situation had become so excessively serious that I felt the corners of my mouth keep rising of their own accord.

This isn't supposed to be a situation where I smile, right?

But I couldn't help it.

Watching those cute hands earnestly continue the handjob with such determined eyes made a smile form whether I wanted it or not.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

"I-I-I'll drop a few drops of saliva too!"

With those words she stuck out her cute little tongue and licked.

My heart plummeted, and I even thought, Ah, so "death by heart-throb" is a real thing.

Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!

Nidhorn worked both hands diligently, continuing the handjob.

Though ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the precision of her technique couldn't compare to Cardia's or Sercia's, the careful, focused motions alone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were more than enough to bring me to climax.

Without warning, semen erupted and splattered across Nidhorn's cheek and the nape of her neck.

Immediately afterward a status window appeared, complete with dazzling effects and sound.

At the same time a mysterious energy began flowing through my entire body.

I could clearly tell… this sensation sweeping through me was on an entirely different level from when I contracted with Cardia or Sercia.

This is… the power of a Cosmic-Disaster Class Dragon?!!

Meanwhile Nidhorn, who had been watching the eruption of semen with entranced eyes, soon scooped the hot fluid from her cheek with a finger and sniffed it.

Sniff sniff—

"Th-this is… s-semen?!"

Then she stuck out her tongue and tasted it.

…!

In that instant Nidhorn's eyes sparkled as she asked me,

"This liquid… will I be able to taste it often from now on?"

At that moment Yoo Harin's icy gaze stabbed into the round back of the cosmic-disaster class being's head.

After wrapping up the grand "daytime event" in America and returning to Korea, it was already late at night, nearly dawn.

The five of us gathered at Yoo Harin's house were each enjoying our own rest time.

Right now, sitting on the living-room sofa, I had Cardia and Sercia in their pajamas chatting in front of me.

For some reason, Yoo Harin and Nidhorn were nowhere to be seen.

Just then—

Nidhorn's voice, full of anticipation, floated from behind me.

"M-Master!"

I turned around and found my mouth hanging open in shock, unable to close it.

She was wearing what I could only assume was a magical-girl cosplay—a pink dress and pure-white stockings—and she was showing me something that human language simply could not describe.

Nidhorn gave a shy smile and asked in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible,

"M-Master… how do I look?"

Don't tell me you've opened your eyes to cosplay too?