So You'll Be a Legendary Archmage? For Now, You're My Onahole

"Plee! You're expelled from the party! Get out. Now."

"Hmph! And who exactly is supposed to be scared just because you say so? I was planning to leave first anyway! I'll say it again—this is me throwing all of you away!! You're the ones letting the future archmage slip through your fingers!!!"

Recalling the day she had been expelled from—no, the day she had withdrawn from—the party she belonged to, a mage called Plee crouched hidden in the undergrowth.

Pale skin set off by vivid blue hair, and a black pointed hat: she was a woman who gave off a pleasant, cool freshness.

"....Kalzeon... what's he but some washed-up old has-been rotting in a back room... yeah... that's all he is..."

Gazing at the dungeon entrance, which radiated an overwhelming, domineering presence, she found herself unconsciously dredging up the old rumors that had sprung from Kalzeon, one after another.

"Hoo... let's just wait a little longer..."

She had already been pacing the dungeon entrance for a full week, and yet she still couldn't scrape together the courage to step inside. Plee looked every bit the coward.

"....Should I just give up... No! If I'm going to make those party bastards who abandoned m— no, the ones I abandoned—cry tears of blood, I absolutely need that... But if I end up female-corrupted, what good would any of it even do..."

Another fight was breaking out inside her when—

Hssssss.

The domineering mana that had filled the dungeon entrance began to scatter in a rush.

At the same moment she caught sight of a knight gleaming gold, red hair streaming, charging straight into the dungeon.

"No way... that isn't red-haired Lise, is it...?"

Plee watched with a vacant, dumbstruck look, and then, deciding her chance had come, set off after Lise's retreating back.

"Hehe... just as I thought, I'm destined to become a legendary archmage♫...♫"

Invisible and humming to herself, Plee was in an excellent mood.

The overwhelming mana might have dispersed, but true to Kalzeon's reputation, the combat golems stationed through the dungeon each displayed a tremendous caliber. If she went all out she could probably deal with them... but there were simply too many, and more than anything, there was no guarantee that combat golems were all that waited inside.

Which was why she was endlessly grateful to that red-haired lady ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knight up ahead, soaking up all the aggro and carving the path for her. Of course, the moment Plee slipped even a little on the distance, the knight glanced back, so she was trailing from a good long way behind—but that hardly mattered.

She had been coasting along in comfort, riding the red knight's bus, when she spotted a man collapsed on the floor. The lady knight knocked him out and then just stood there with a flushed face, and Plee, disappointed, peeled off to move on her own.

She didn't want to waste any more time. She had already reached the area she'd been aiming for from the start, and she wanted to finish what she'd come for and get out of this unpleasant dungeon as fast as she could.

She opened her mana and scattered it in every direction, searching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for a room where a dense pulse of magical power could be felt, and before long she found one radiating a tremendous wave.

"Lucky, lucky!! If I just grab that and go... those guys will be so shocked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they'll have to look at me again, right?"

The Dragon Lord's Heart.

That was Mage Plee's goal—a treasure she had set her sights on in order to land one solid blow on the Dragon Slayer party she used to belong to. On top of that, it could raise the caliber of her magic by a stage... or, if luck was with her, by as many as three. That was why she had been loitering around the fearsome vicinity of Kalzeon's Dungeon.

And so Plee opened the door of the room where that tremendous magical pulse could be felt, bared her white teeth at the dozens—hundreds—of treasures of astronomical value piled inside, and at the Dragon Lord's Heart, and smiled.

"At this rate, should I just found a new Dragon Slayer party myself? Hehehe... No. I'm a kind person, so if those guys beg for forgiveness, I'll specially take them back♫"

The moment she pictured the party leader who had so coldly driven her out performing a naked dogeza and begging her to come back, the corners of Plee's mouth shot upward and she couldn't rein them in.

"Hehe... hey, hey, shake that ass even harder, as an apology. Hehehe."

"I am the legendary archmage, Lady Plee!!"

Bound by the treasure-room mimic Kalzeon had specially crafted, ass stuck out, face planted on the floor in a wretched pose—and still, knowing nothing, Plee smiled in her sleep-talk, the corners of her mouth curled up. A hollow laugh escaped Kim Dong-wook.

At the same time he took in breasts and hips that weren't quite Lise's, but ample all the same, and opened his mouth quietly.

"This one's getting used as an onahole...."

"Ugh... my head..."

At last waking from the illusion the mimic had shown her, Plee registered a splitting headache—and the fact that her body was restrained.

More precisely, she was contained inside an open box along with a sticky liquid, and the moment she moved even a little, the liquid that had been soft and yielding hardened in an instant and permitted not the slightest motion. The only parts of her outside the liquid were her face, her pussy, and her breasts.

"You're awake?"

She couldn't even gather her mana, and her face was slowly going pale, when Kim Dong-wook ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠appeared. Plee looked at him and carefully opened her mouth.

"H-hello... I'll... I'll leave quietly... please untie this."

At her demand to be freed out of nowhere, Kim Dong-wook tilted his head and asked back with an expression of genuine puzzlement.

"Me? Why would I?"

".....I was a member of the Dragon Slayers... of course, right now I'm temporarily expelled— no, I left... anyway, my comrades are going to find me soon... so please, just let me go."

"I'd rather not."

He cut down her pathetic threat in a single stroke. Realizing it wasn't working, Plee began to beg through tears.

"I... I'm a talent who's going to become a legendary archmage... hnk... for the sake of the continent of Aios, hic... a talent like me, hnk—"

At some point the fat tears were joined by a running nose as she sobbed, and Kim Dong-wook snapped his fingers. The liquid inside the box began to wrap Plee's face.

Her airways sealed in an instant, she thrashed—but the only parts of her body she could move were, at best, her pussy and her breasts.

Kim Dong-wook admired the twitching breasts and pussy, let a certain amount of time pass, and snapped his fingers once more, clearing away the liquid that had covered her face.

"Huaah... hah... hah..."

He drew close to Plee as she gasped for breath and opened his mouth.

"Mm... Miss Future Archmage... I'm sorry, but right now you're my onahole. Right now, you're what?"

She still hadn't come to her senses enough to answer, so he snapped his fingers again. The moment she began to flail in the pain of suffocation, he snapped them once more and released her.

"Huuuaak— hah— huaaap—"

"Right now, you're what?"

"......."

When she failed to answer again and he made the motion of snapping his fingers once more, Plee's urgent voice burst out.

"An onahole!! I'm an onahole!!!!"

Kim Dong-wook clapped in delight at her answer, and a fierce hostility and disgust toward him began to rise in Plee.

Whether he knew how she felt or not, he slid a finger into her pussy and raked her inner walls as if scraping them out, and an immediate reaction tore free of her.

"Ook❤️ Ooot❤️"

He had only put a finger in, and yet she shattered the highest peak of pleasure and rapture she had ever felt in her life—head thrown back, tongue lolling, a climactic squirt gushing out of her.

Wiping the finger soaked in her slick and secretions on the glossy blue of her hair, Kim Dong-wook spoke.

"The fear, the dread, and the pain you feel will turn into pleasure when you climax. And every time you climax, the hostility and disgust you hold toward me will change into love and affection. So do try to keep your emotions under control."

He finished the words like a whisper against her earlobe, then pushed the finger—still not fully wiped of her slick—into her mouth, worked it this way and that, and began rubbing it against her soft tongue. Coming to her senses, Plee glared at him and clamped her mouth shut with the force to bite his finger clean off.

In that instant his other hand twisted her erect clit. The mouth that had been closing hard enough to sever flew wide, and vulgar cries poured out.

"Hauut❤️ Oot❤️ Ooook❤️"

Meeting another violent climax, Plee could feel two emotions.

That the man before her eyes was unbearably lovable—and a yearning affection that wanted to be loved.