The Last Day in Atracia: Laha's Comprehensive Three-Piece Set of Debasement! (Atracia—Laha)

"Nngh…! W-what are you doing, Hero?! Didn't I tell you to be gentle?!"

"Hero? Do I still look like the Hero to you? Really?"

"W-what do you mean? Nngh! H-Hero…? Aahng! Aaahnngh!"

Raha's face turned deadly serious in an instant.

Where… was this again? Was it a dream? Did the Hero look like that? Would the Hero ever do something like this?

All the little inconsistencies she had waved away with the lazy thought that this was only a dream came rushing back at once.

Just as the lust-soaked dream was about to tip into nightmare, the man yanked on her piercings and shattered her train of thought.

"Ahaha. Why the grim face? We're just doing a little roleplay."

"…Roleplay?"

"For the next thirty minutes, I'm not the Hero. I'm your Master. Drop the whole companions-of-the-Hero act for a while, throw yourself into a master-and-pet dynamic, and leave everything to me. Got it?"

"Haha… And here I thought it was something worse. Don't scare me like that, He— Master."

Raha let out a breath of relief and looked up at her Master. That meek, obedient expression only bored the man.

"Hmm… 'Master' is kind of dull. How about we just standardize all your answers into animal noises? Bark or oink — which do you prefer?"

"What did you say?!"

Even if she was only half-blooded, dragon blood still ran through Raha's veins.

What was a dragon, after all?

The most perfect of living beings. Mana poured from them with every beat of their hearts; their ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠very words became magic. They stood free of the world's rules.

And now she was supposed to mimic some lowly beast — just because the Hero told her to?

"What? You're hesitating? You licked my asshole and drank my piss, and you can't even manage this little bit of cute playacting?"

"…"

"Fair enough. Choices are a luxury for pets. Fine. When you agree, you bark. When it feels good, you oink. Got it? And if you don't like it? What, you think a pet has the right to refuse?"

"…Nngh!"

The man yanked her piercings and pinched her clit, forcing an answer out of her.

If Raha had truly hated it, she would have slapped his face, or at least tried to wake herself from the dream.

"Ahn. Ahang! Aahnngh… F-fine! Just this once, I'll be your adorable little pet!"

But Raha did nothing of the sort.

She simply endured as long as she could, then — eyes shining with tears, as if she had no other choice — accepted the Hero's proposal.

"Ha! What a stupid bitch."

Flick!

"Ahk! Hyeet!!"

The man flicked her nipple hard.

The piercing was still new; the sensitive bud took the sharp impact full-force. Raha's whole body shuddered, and a trickle of fluid — pussy juice or piss, she couldn't tell — leaked out of her.

Flick! Flick! Flick!

The flicks to her nipples did not stop.

His intent was obvious, so Raha swallowed her tears and cried out like a dog.

"Nngh. W-woof! Woof-woof! Woof-woof!"

"Good. Now you're ready. Sorry. That hurt a lot, didn't it?"

The same man who had been sadistically abusing her nipples a second earlier now apologized, stroking her head and belly. Raha thought herself a fool — and still felt that the touch was gentle.

"Woof, woof!"

"I know. I'm sorry. We don't have much time, so I got impatient. I apologized, so we're good now, right?"

"…Woof."

"Great. Then shall we continue? Pets go for walks, right? I'd love to take you outside, but… today we'll have to settle for the suite."

The man hooked thin chains through the two rings piercing her nipples. He linked a third chain between them into a T-shape and took hold of the free end.

"A dog would get a collar, but this room's too small for a proper leash walk, isn't it? Nipple leash? Let's just call it a tit-leash and be done with it. Answer?"

"…Woof."

"Hehehe. That sulky look is cute too. God, you're so fucking adorable. Come on. On your knees. Follow me."

Hotel The Rune — Atraxia's finest hotel.

Even among its rooms, the top-tier suite had more than enough space for a bitch crawling on all fours to take a walk.

"Haha! You act like you hate it, but your cunt juice is dripping everywhere. Leaving a trail so you don't get lost? Or is that territorial marking for a beast?"

"Uuugh… Ahn…"

"Those little moans are getting boring too. When it hurts and when it feels good, you oink. Got it?"

"Woof…"

"That answer was too quiet. Half-ass it one more time and I pierce your clit too. Understood?"

"Woof! Woof-woof!"

From the bedroom through the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, back through the living room, and into the bedroom again.

"Oink! Oink-oink! Ooooink oink!"

When he yanked the nipple piercings, she cried out in pain.

When he lovingly stroked her pussy and breasts, she cried out in shameful pleasure.

"Good ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠girl. I love you, Raha."

Whether it was from humiliation or pain, she couldn't say. The man gently wiped away the tears, snot, and drool spilling from her mouth, then laid her on the bed.

"Thirteen minutes left. Let's finish with something sticky."

"…Woof!"

Even drained, Raha forced her voice up as high as she could manage.

The man approached her as she lay staring at the ceiling. His cock slid past her dripping pussy. It passed her two full, wobbling breasts. It even went a half-step past her pretty face.

What came to rest in front of Raha's face was the Hero's rear hole.

"Oink. Oooink."

The second time was always easier than the first. Raha spread his ass cheeks with both hands and licked the filthy, stinking hole.

"Slurp. Lick-lick. Schlick-schlick."

She licked, kissed, and pushed her tongue inside. Hair got in her mouth. Whether from the taste or simply from working her tongue so hard, the sensation on her tongue faded away.

"Good, good. No one else in this world has a nose this pretty but me."

Satisfied, the man stepped back. She no longer even had the energy to bristle at the humiliation.

Huff. Huff.

Breathing a little roughly, she spread her legs and waited for the Hero's cock.

"Here I go."

Cock met cunt.

His sex was rough. He drove his hips deep, pinched her nipples and breasts, and crushed her lower belly until she could barely breathe — rough, sadistic fucking. But after the two earlier sessions had been so hard, this almost felt easy by comparison.

"Haa-haa! Get pregnant! Get pregnant with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my seed for sure!"

Slap-slap-slap.

The vulgar wet rhythm quickened, and his cock swelled for a moment.

"Oink! Oooink oink!"

Raha prepared to take the creampie with the cry of a filthy sow.

Even with climax seconds away, his hands were idle. Raha guided them to where they belonged — around her slender throat.

"Uuugh!"

Her neck clamped shut and her whole body contracted.

"Haha! Thanks! I almost forgot this for our last fuck! Choke to death on my cock!!"

Gulp-glug.

Hot semen poured into her pussy.

"O-oooink. Oooink!"

Raha cried out as best she could with her throat crushed. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Whether the sound came from pain or pleasure, even she no longer knew.

"Haa… haa… That was so fucking good. I love you, Raha."

After the creampie, the man collapsed on top of her. Still joined, belly to belly, they faced each other.

Peck.

He had always said he would never kiss a mouth that had sucked his cock. But this vulgar, thoroughly ruined woman — a woman who didn't even truly love him — was so lovely he couldn't hold back.

"Uuugh. Did I overthink that it was the last time? Now that I've relaxed, I need to piss."

After a light kiss, he pulled his cock free of her pussy to head for the bathroom. The moment he rose from the bed, Raha did not simply lie there.

"Aaah."

She knelt, opened her mouth, and half-closed her eyes.

"Ah…"

To have to simply watch this supreme woman, trained exactly to his tastes, walk away…

Ssssshhhhh.

The man poured his piss into Raha's open mouth and left her with one final hypnotic suggestion.

"Listen carefully…"

It would be cruel to the Hero who had stolen his love — but for this lovely woman, it was the last hypnosis that would let her keep dreaming her happy dream.

Day Fourteen.

"Ahhhh! That was such a good rest!"

"I ate and played all day, so I think I gained weight. Hero! Did I get really fat?"

"Yeah. Super fat. Go lose some."

"You're the one who ate the most! But Miss Raha… only your chest and butt got bigger??"

"Heh-heh-heh! Dragons don't gain weight!"

"Grrk!"

In the early dawn, the companions gathered on the hotel rooftop and chatted, thoroughly satisfied with their time in Atraxia.

The only real crisis they had faced was the black dragon of the apocalypse on the first day in that SS-class Gate. Aside from that, they had spent fourteen days living in a top-class hotel and free to do whatever they pleased.

"I hope every world from now on is just like this one!"

"Well, the best outcome would be arriving at the Hero's home world next. Wouldn't you agree? …Hero?"

"Hm? Ah, yeah. Sure."

The Hero's condition was not good.

The price of failing Transcendence was never small. He had failed to rewrite his own essence — which meant that essence had taken serious damage. A clumsy half-Transcendent would have lost that essence entirely and become a wandering monster, or fallen back to mortality and forever failed to climb the tower of Transcendence again.

But the Hero had accumulated a great deal of karma.

To Transcendents, karma was currency. He had spent it to offset the penalty.

One more try. If luck turns against me, even that one may not be enough.

He would have to stake everything on the next attempt. If that failed too, he would have to abandon the dream of returning home altogether.

If only I had trusted my companions more! If only I had loved them a little more sincerely!

The Hero blamed the failure of Transcendence on himself. That his companions did not love him? Impossible.

"Hero, are you truly all right?"

"Hero. Are you feeling unwell?"

Sakaha and Lily watched him with worried faces. The other companions looked at him with the same concern. In their words, their actions, their eyes, love and affection overflowed.

The Hero and his companions would stake their lives for one another without a second's hesitation. And all of that was not love?

This is love. That's certain.

The Hero was sure of it. He and his companions loved each other. Even if the world itself tried to deny it, he would never yield.

But then why…

And yet the fact remained that he had failed when he tried to raise his rank as a Transcendent. The Hero went back over every problem he faced, one by one.

Only one issue came to mind.

Is it because our bodies have never been joined? Then should I reverse the order?

Because of the Demon King's Curse, he could not consummate physical relationships with his companions. To lift the Demon King's Curse, he needed to raise his Transcendent rank. To raise his Transcendent rank, he needed to consummate physical relationships with his companions.

The Hero was no fool. If he had been nothing more than a strong Hero, he might have defeated the Demon King and still failed to protect a humanity on the brink of extinction. With his particular brand of intuition, he had already grasped the core of the problem and its answer.

In the next world, I'll try to form relationships with my companions.

The Hero's judgment was close to correct. The only real flaw was that he did not act on it right then and there.

"We're leaving now. In the next world we won't have the Holy Sword's help the way we did here, so be careful. Just one week. Only one week…"

Under the guidance of Ribbon, the Goddess who Weaves Destiny, dimensional travel activated.

What the Hero's party left behind in this world was the footprint of the heroes who had saved it… and…

"…I've figured it out. The true core of Hypnosis."

Thus was born an S-rank Hypnosis user who should never have existed.