Virtuous Wives and Bitch Housewives, Filtered by Exit 8 (1)
One day before Plee was introduced to Lise.
"Welcome, brave ladies who have come seeking Kalzeon's Dungeon!"
"......"
Kim Dong-wook beamed as he greeted them, but the five women still couldn't hold his gaze. They turned their heads this way and that, dodging the eyes fixed on them.
These were women with husbands, and children besides. To them, the sight of him sitting there stark naked—and worse, practically drooling over his own grotesquely enormous erection—was obscenity past enduring. All they could do was pretend they had seen wrong, pretend it was some mistake, and steal the occasional glance.
He savored those housewives' stares until he judged he had drawn the moment out long enough, then rose from his seat. At that, they began peeking at his erect cock even more blatantly than before.
"Each of you came here with a different purpose, I'm sure, but you all share one thing in common. You're here for your families... am I right?"
At the word family, the housewives who had been sneaking looks at that monstrous cock froze as one. A moment later their faces hardened, as if they had steeled themselves.
"Just as I thought. Then let's not waste time. Shall we begin?"
Satisfied, Kim Dong-wook smiled at the resolved women and clapped. A single massive door appeared before their eyes.
They had already been given a thorough explanation beforehand. After only a heartbeat of hesitation, they opened the door. Brilliant light poured out from within, and in an instant they were gone.
"Master... do you think it'll succeed this time?"
Plee, who had kept to Kim Dong-wook's side from the very start, spoke as if she were worried. He answered with a shrug.
"Who knows. Let's not get our hopes too high."
Just as he had warned, it wasn't long before the dungeon rang with the howling mating cries of five bitches.
"Ooh♡ Sir Goblin, more... please ravish me more."
"Haaah, this is so good♡... It doesn't even compare to my husband's pathetic little cock!!"
"Ooohk, nngh, honey, honey♡..."
"Buh-hihiing— buh-hihit♡"
"It's your fault!! You bitch♡— it's your fault for never training this pussy!!"
Hm. Another failure, then... Still, Aena, this is quietly impressive...
Letting the bitches' cries echoing through the dungeon serve as a lullaby, Kim Dong-wook closed his eyes and began to recall what had happened the day before.
"Please accept Aena of the Drunken Kingdom, the beastfolk, as Master's second flesh toilet!!"
"Don't wanna."
"Eh...?"
She clearly hadn't expected her flesh-toilet declaration to be refused. Aena lifted her head and stared at me with despair written all over her face.
I looked at her and spoke without a trace of warmth.
"I already have a flesh toilet I'm perfectly satisfied with... Hm. Do I really need a second?"
Delighted, Plee started rubbing her face against my cock. Aena glared at her fiercely through eyes brimming with tears.
"Still, I ought to give you one chance, right?"
I shoved Plee aside—whether she was marking my cock with her scent or marking her own face with the smell of cock, I couldn't tell—and stepped in close to Aena. She swallowed dryly and opened her mouth.
"I-I'll do anything... No— I can do anything!!"
She answered with a brave, resolute look. When I stroked her head as gently as I had yesterday, the warmth of that memory seemed to come back to her, and tears welled in her eyes all over again.
"Good. Then here's your first order. Go back to where you came from and report that Kalzeon is alive, and that the red-haired knight Lise is alive as well, bound in captivity."
"......Yes. I understand."
Pleased that she didn't ask why, I gave the second order.
"And on your way, see to it that the housewives in the nearby villages come flocking here. Especially the virtuous wives... mm, the wise and compassionate ones. Women with children, above all."
"............."
Whether she took it for something like a human sacrifice, or simply thought the order too difficult, Aena couldn't answer. I let disappointment show on my face.
"What? You can't?... Then it can't be helped. Thanks for the eff—"
"N-no!! I can do it, please believe me!!!"
She must have caught my disappointed expression and the chill in my voice. Aena began begging in a rush, insisting she could do it, pleading with me to trust her. I stroked her large dog ears and answered.
"Thanks. I'll be counting on you, then, Aena."
"Haah.... Yes... I'll definitely do it... Please believe me, Darl— no, Master."
And so Aena checked her gear and supplies, then left the dungeon to carry out my orders. Plee, who had been quietly watching her the whole time, couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Master... but if you spread a rumor like that, won't you be in danger?"
At the worry in her voice, I seized her ass hard and whispered against her earlobe.
"Getting pretty cheeky for an onahole..."
"Aht... I'm sorry... I was only worried about you, Master..."
Love-hate—a word that holds love and hatred together.
In other words, Plee loved me and hated me at the same time. I didn't care for that.
"If you're that worried, I'm suddenly curious... about that man in your memories."
"Stop there. Please don't say any more."
Unbelievable.
Even now her pussy was gushing hot, sticky nectar, and still she refused to give up that one corner of her heart. Every time I so much as tried to mention that man, Plee turned this cheeky on me.
"...Cheeky, for an onahole."
Smack!
"....Haah..."
I brought my palm down on Plee's snow-white ass with all my strength, and a short, strangled cry slipped out of her. When I raised my hand high again, she spoke.
"I-I'm sorry, Master... but... you promised."
Smack!
"Haah... please... don't erase that person from my memories... Even now, even now, he keeps getting overwritten by you. Hnn..."
Only then did I understand why it was love-hate climbing, and not love.
The more sincere her feelings for me became, the thinner her memories of that man grew, and she hated it more than anything. The memories fading. The scent of those moments with him growing faint. It made her angry.
Smack!!
"Nngh..."
Smack!!!
"I-I was wrong..."
Her ass ripened red under my hand, and she wept as she begged forgiveness—and that only made me angry all over again. It was like finding a perfectly good ice cream, only to realize someone had already licked it.
"Haa... Plee. From now on, don't talk back to me. Understood?"
"Yes... Master... I won't do it again..."
She kept soothing the struck spot with her own hand, as if it still hurt, and my heart softened. I pulled her in and held her tight.
Caught suddenly in my arms, Plee froze in confusion—but the moment she felt the warm hand stroking her head, she buried her face even deeper against my chest.
"Hiiing... It hurt so much, Master..."
"There, there. I'm sorry."
"Hiiing..."
The way her coquetry and her whining kept growing was, all things considered, a positive change.
I spent a while like that, holding the whimpering Plee in my arms, until a woman approached from outside the dungeon.
"H-hello..."
She was shaking from head to toe and still coming closer, one step at a time. Plee and I turned. Standing there was an ordinary housewife with black hair and freckled skin.
"The beastfolk with the green hair... s-said if I came here, I'd get money..."
The moment I realized this was Aena's handiwork, I smacked my forehead and sighed.
Aena...
"How is it? To your taste?"
I had brought the woman who introduced herself as Frichel inside the dungeon and set a drink and sweet pastries in front of her. She wolfed them down, then stole a nervous glance at me before answering.
"Um... would it be all right if I took just a little of this with me? I think my children and my husband would love it..."
I had already watched her tuck pastries into her sleeve before she even asked, but I smiled brightly all the same.
"As much as you like. I'll wrap some up for you when you go... By the way, what did the beastfolk tell you?"
"Uh... she showed me the gold coins she had and said if I came here, they'd give me money and grant whatever I wanted..."
"......."
Aena's handling of things was as absurd as it was swift. I was left speechless.
Still, the way Frichel spoke of her husband and children suggested she at least met the minimum condition I had set: a housewife with children. As for wise and compassionate—that must have been Aena's own standard of judgment. Well, verifying that part had been my job from the start.
"Actually... until just recently, even going near this place gave you the creeps. Young men would foam at the mouth and pass out. People were saying some ten-thousand-year-old dragon lived in the cave. Thankfully, it turns out there's someone as kind as you here."
Once I offered to wrap the pastries and the drink, Frichel settled in and ate at her leisure, smiling as she did. Even so, I knew it on instinct.
This woman could never satisfy Kalzeon's standard for a virtuous wife.
I was still turning over what to do with her when a racket rose outside the cave—a great many people, making a commotion.
"Th-there's some upstart in here, hiding gold and treasure!!"
"Clean this place out and we can eat and play for the rest of our lives!!!"
"It's do or die!! Let's gooo!!"
An invasion by the dregs of the lower class—scum who, until now, had been kept away not by Kalzeon's fame, but by his mana.