Once again there was a reaction but it was mostly his pupil’s enlarging as his brain processed what I just said. “You want to…do you have this wolf with you?”

  I charged up light in my hand casting a glowing circle on the ground. My wolf companion came out. He looked at the unfamiliar settings, then licked his maw seeing all the little creatures that were essentially his prey. Before he could enact on his hunger and eat one, however, he was already sinking down back into the circle whence he came from. Last sound he made was a piteous whimper hoping it would sway me into letting him stay–it did not.

  Going back to business: the man could see when I meant wolf I meant conjured contact. He had just the means to help me. We went from bright room from it still being midafternoon and the light refracting off the glass to an opaque dark room with a machine that looked like a an iron maiden with damaged cables connected to it.

  After checking to make sure the lid was fastened shut on top of the coffin-esque machine, I conjured my wolf into the machine. Turns out it was claustrophobic howling, mewling cries of terror hoping I’d grow a heart and let it be released. I was standing beside the synthesizer as he inputted the correct sequence into the console to begin the synthesisation. Before he did, however, he turned to face me…my disheveled blonde hair and eyes that look like they’ve helped me play Pokemon all night five days in a row made him a little nervous.

  “A=Are you sure you want to go through with this? Once she’s a fox she can’t just turn back into a wolf.”

  “Yes I’m sure; nothing will change my mind.”

  After seeing me and my ugly face and not trying to act too forceful with him, I let my mouth form a smile. “Thank you for your concern, but it’s important she becomes a fox for a variety of different reasons.”

  My smile didn’t do anything to dissipate the nervous tension–his mouth a little too open and quivering gums made sure of that–but at least he was more confident in starting the procedure.

  With a push of a button bright orange light shone through the outer lining of the coffin and my wolf let out one last powerful cry showing how much the procedure was agonizing for her. The sound kept going only steadily dying down until the light stopped shining and smoke wafted out. The synthesizer leaned in to see if he could spot any fur of an orange dog fox. I didn’t want him to hurt himself trying to see in the dark, so I used my summoning powers to make my fox–whom I’ll refer to as O-Ha after one of the main foxes in Hunter’s Moon/Foxes of First Dark–materialize before us.

  She blinked a few times, looked down at her paws which were smaller and orange compared to her wolf paws, then tried howling but instead made a yipping sound more akin to a dog. Even though foxes were good at mimicking sounds, she had to come to the realization she wasn’t a wolf like she used to be. When her eyes shot into mine she unfurled her lips showing off those smaller serrated teeth and growled.

  I sauntered up to my summon with my arms out prepared for anything it might do to me.

  And then–it came at me like a jolt of lightning before launching itself right at me. I made no attempt to stop it while it tried attacking like it was infected with rabies. Before her teeth could hurt me a barrier popped up around me knocking her back. She slid to the ground but raised her head with a start; sorta like when that bear hit that wolf in Helluva Boss.

  Soon she was back on her feet, rushed headlong towards me like before, but this time stood on her hind legs to start scratching at me. Like all mammals she’ll eventually tire herself out; I’ll use that time to talk to the synthesizer.

  “How much do I owe you?”

  The man was too stunned seeing how nonchalant about my companion scratching my shield and seeing what the animal he synthesized to fear my question. He snapped out of his stupor making a Home Improvement sound to let me know my question fell on deaf ears. I repeated it.

  “On, twenty Fortitude.”

  I walked up to him once O-Ha started getting tired, the shield fading like a white wash effect giving the synthesizer his money and left waving my hand over my head.

  “Thank you for your help–and sorry for nearly giving you that heart attack. I’m so used to people being scared or distrustful of me I forgot how it can put unexpected elders at risk.”

  “Don’t mention it.” He replied sincerely with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. “Where will you go now if I may ask?”

  Them saying ‘if I may ask is a question’ grocery store lottery ticket clerks and that one policeman have asked me every time I bought a prepaid card with cash. I was embarrassed to answer before because I tried not looking like a simp giving it to a girl I never met anywhere except online or in this very game, but I was practically glowing when I looked him in the eyes.

  “Where else? I’m going to reach the first boss of the U.X. Bridge.”

  The difference between the line to the dungeon here versus the dungeon in (nam): this one had a longer line full of horny men who wanted to become strong and rich to attract the most voluptuous beautiful women around–which is something that could be said for all men 15-50. I looked no older than a highschool student so they probably weren’t expecting much out of me; probably didn’t even think I was old enough to enter.

  I could also hear a few of them hackling about how I only carried a bronze sword with me; the weakest sword in the weapon shop. When you’ve played a game as many times as I you make the most of the low tier equipment before wasting your money–which grows from beating an infinite amount of monsters over working twelve hours a day at places where I walked.

  I couldn’t even bring this sword back. I mean, I could bring it back but the guild association keeps track of what you bring in and what you take out every time you go into a dungeon. You're probably asking: well why can’t you just go into a dungeon and not worry about them seeing you with a sword you didn’t buy…they have loot pickups in the dungeon. That would be the case if other world weapons didn’t give off an alarm every time you stepped through the gate like stepping through an EAS giving off an alarm when stepping out with unpaid for merchandise.

  Like those manga’s where a weak hunter gets an item or ability that lets him or her travel between worlds, no one here knows about the eroge world–hell, the game was already finished before they added it later on–so it's best not to bring back anything. I finally got to check in with twenty minutes remaining until the end of the speed date; more than enough time. Before reaching the check-in center I checked my SP store. I looked for the skill Concealment and I permanently dismantled it for 1 SP point. I don’t need to hide my stats from people I went through a whole story with over two dozen times. Either they accepted me or they didn’t, I have max Dexterity and knowledge on everyone’s fighting moves meaning they were no match for me in close quarter combat.

  I was essentially like Saitama already finishing the game before it even began. I also dismantled Appraisal because, once again, pretty useless when I already know what to expect. I used my SP on EXP Growth I and Beast Handling I.

  Quick lesson: if you're ever playing an RPG game with a way to boost experience it should always be your first pick because the higher your level the higher your health and equipment load can be. The Beast Handling was to keep O-Ha in check when she enacted my plan and move her into Rank 2 after defeating the boss.

  The receptionist a sandy brown petite girl with a blue beret that had the insignia of a male lion humping a female lion while other female lions were sprawled on the ground with looks of ecstasy on their faces emblazoned in gold was sewn on it. She looked at me with grayish blue eyes.

  “Welcome. Is this your first time entering?” She looked at me with a bright smile, but I know deep down she was probably wishing she could be doing anything else but this.

  I nodded. She reached her hands under the counter taking out what looked like a card scanner. She asked me some questions about myself. I answered though I might’ve mistaken some of the things I said with stuff the real me was about, and not information about Cooro Rippel. Despite that, she filled it in and processed it. A nice chiming sound and green light showed I passed the questionnaire.

  It was printed out with my photo and other information with one star on it. She handed it to me, explained some information about my card and the U.X. Bridge I already knew and finally wished me luck in my endeavors–making a silent remark about not dying in there.

  Finally allowed inside, I stepped on the teleportation circle making my way to the first floor. Since this world was made for a new experience for the older players they didn’t just make it another long halfway with turns, monsters and traps–and I respect them for it. Instead I was taken into a forest with a three kilometer distance from the meadow of grass to the trees.

  I wasn’t going into the trees infested with monkey, adder and porcupine monsters–no. What I was going to do instead was conjure my faithful fox companion, O-Ha. Calling her ‘loyal’ was a little perjurious; she bared her teeth and growled at me like an angry wolverine going to try launching at me.

  But I said a word that gets every pet's attention: “Treats.”

  O-Ha immediately stopped growling, sat on his hunches and licked her tongue from the left corner of her mouth to her black spotted nasal. I held out a bone with some sloppy pink meat inserted into the foramen. I kept it over her head, couldn’t help teasing her a little, before I lowered it to her level and let her snatch it away. Before she ran off with that bone I pointed to a spot in the meadow.

  “Eat there.”

  With a boost in taming and giving it a treat the fox side and inner wolf side could enjoy it and listened to me going to the spot to eat. It took bites around the incision area trying to swallow that meat. The bone itself didn’t appeal to the fox side in her. In five minutes she went from chewing to digging a hole to bury it. She dug and scratched unbeknownst to her and was falling right into my hands.

  With just another dig of her paws…

  We went from being in a meadow to on a cliff face above a forest. O-Ha was confused; and why shouldn’t she be? I could explain to her how if you dig deep enough into a specific area you can skip instantly to the next floor…I wasted no words and stripped down into my underwear. I was going to have to scale down the cliff face if I wanted to get that shortcut to the next floor.

  “Go ahead and start chewing on your bone. I’m going to be awhile.”

  Didn’t need high level of taming skills to make an animal eat. While he chewed, I tied the leg of my pants with the shirt sleeve tying one end around a small tree. Once I was sure the makeshift rope would hold, I picked up O-Ha beginning my climb down the rock face. I stopped after going down eleven inches to chert rocks clustered together. Once here I took out a smidge of mincemeat I flicked into the rocks. With it there, O-Ha would easily listen to me.

  “Eat.”

  Like opening a cage to a genie pig while a dog is around, O-Ha stuck her nose in there trying to find that little piece of mincemeat. However, what she got instead was a flash of light transporting her and I to the third floor.

  This time we were standing inside a cave near a lake of water. The game wanted us to swim in the water, but I had other plans. Picking up a rock I scoured the roof for a certain stalactite. Once found I unleashed all the rage I felt from my first cavity, taking it out throwing a rock against the floor, and lobbed the rock against the wall. The rock ricocheted off the wall zigzagging all over the area. It finally hit the stalactite shattering it into tiny rock debris. With that done the whole room turned white.

  This floor–for a first time exploration–was the boss room. I gazed at the slumbering form of the boss; the very evil sin entity the game was tasking me/us to defeat, Sloth.

  Sloth looked like a gaunt man with three dirty rags bandaged over its eyes; inspired by the bed scene in David Cronberg’s second movie after Alien 3 Seven. He had a big leather brown jacket, black boots with studs on the heel and a sleeping red sloth tattoed in his belly.

  The fight itself was like Albedo in the Escape from Bazarick game: doesn’t start fighting until you slash/jab it a few times but it can run very fast going to a safe distance, uses its skills to unleash a powerful roar causing stalagmites to fall before getting tired allowing you to get close for a hack ‘n’ slash attack.

  I had a better idea. Using my sword I sliced a circle into the dirt. Then, I ordered a command to O-Ha: “Dig.”

  O-Ha immediately started digging in the circle I drew. All the dirt was replaced with a dark hole gaping to an unknown abyss. It was truly terrifying when you think about is. As for me, it was one down a few dozen more to go.

  A little FYI for anyone who wants to know: all those spots O-Ha found rewarded her with a ton of experience helping her transition from Rank 1 to Rank 2. This helped me because it made it easier for O-Ha to follow my directions paramount to completing our boss battle.

  If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

  I cleaved into the ground and she made holes again and again. It was a lot more tedious having to actually use my biceps to move an object and I couldn’t just stop to have a snack like when I was back in my apartment. The only thing that made it worth doing was my small orange canidae friend walking alongside me to get it done–why did I never have any experience like this with anyone but my dad and cousins when I was alive?

  We were finally done. Now came the tricky part…moving my hand so I could make the most out of five slashes. When I played this on the computer it was right, down, right, left and from behind for most critical damage. Here, I didn’t know when he was going to move and couldn’t control my left hand movements as prodigiously. What I can do is use dirt holes impeding his dash strategy and his golem summoning skill by digging holes in his spot and striking his neck.

  I started this fight trying to strike him in the combo he was weak against. He hardly stirred from my strikes making it clear my weapon was ineffective against him. What I hit him with caused him to stop sprawling like a lazy slug trying to wreck his back and stand on his feet. He roared as loud as he could indicating the battle–too bad he didn’t have a means of starting it, but that’s what happens when you don’t program a boss with any close quarter combat protocols.

  The fight was mainly him turning around trying to find a spot to leap towards while I slashed his back and O-Ha chewed on his ghoulish green feet. It felt like every slash was only chipping away one percent of his health; still managed to lower him to fifty percent of his health. That rose to sixty than seventy followed by eighty percent–and he was too busy looking around for a spot to leap to it didn’t notice how close it was to having its health depleted.

  Finally, I slashed the back of its neck three times inflicting critical damage wiping away the rest of its health. Just like that it exploded into blue pixels and the area returned to normal. Since he was defeated in under two minutes–the digging around didn’t count because they designed the time only when the boss battle itself occurs–two screens appeared in front of me: Body Vibration and Golem Summoning.

  Body Vibration I was going to need for tonight. I never had sex in my old life, just tickling my pickle against the bed covers until the juice sprayed out. Anyone can masturbate, but few can stop it before they climax and I certainly wasn’t one of them. But with this skill, it will be like having cybersex gripping the air around my penis instead of actually stimulating it.

  I feel bad for the golem card since its lumbering body and defence weak against magic–something most bosses use–was pretty useless. My plans for this golem was as nefarious as my plans with O-Ha back when she was a wolf.

  A stat screen appeared above my head. An interwoven wavy link of shapes was on it with the faces of all the members of the Seven Deadly Sins. Most were blood red except for the one on the far left with Sloth’s face completely covered in gold. This was proof of my victory over Sloth. Well, that and the two skills plus forty-two unused SP points. I grabbed a hold of O-Ha before using 10 SP for a Dash skill and another 30 to increase my XP bonus to 30 percent; Rank 3. Only two more ranks until I reach the maximum rank of XP bonus, making me earn SP for every monster I defeat even if it's just a slime.

  I bent one knee and loosened one leg to slide back before dashing over the potholes we dug to the shining beam of light that was an exit…or an entrance to the next floor of U.X. Bridge. Like any good speedrunner I prefer having everything on hand before attempting to enact every glitch slash easy strategy the floor had to answer and they were only found in the magic academy life waiting for me back home.

  Besides, I had a night of passion waiting for me back at the inn–and even a gamer who skips dialogue scenes to get to the action wouldn’t skip a sex mini-game.

  I entered through a window with O-Ha stuck in her realm. Around me were the maids, sitting at a table mingling with the delinquents who couldn’t stop acting veral and experienced; adding the occasional lie with their story. I took the time that the maids couldn’t look away because they were sworn to obey their explorers and half-believed the stories they told–for now–and wrote my name on a blank ballet before dropping it in the box.

  With that I sat down on an empty bench right before the timer went off. The maids gave one last big, forced smile to the delinquents before standing up again. The maid with the red hair noticed me sitting there; her brain was probably racking whether she introduced herself to me. Even if she knew I snuck out to start my dungeon raid it didn’t make a difference to her nor did it make a difference to me.

  As for my bully associates, they clearly didn’t know I snuck out since they were taking bets on who was going to satisfy their girl the most. Little did they know they were being oppugn by someone who once followed the harem route with a “And They Lived Happily Ever After” narrative.

  The lights outside finally sublimed into pitch black with me on the bed stretching my right leg while keeping my left one bent. In a game I’ve played many times there was hardly anything that surprised me; a random girl entering my room was one of them.

  What I did know was how the ice beauty Lucita was peeping through a porthole at this very moment waiting for me and my random night service girl to begin having sex. Lucita’s sexually deviancy was a picadillo only happening in rare instances–she had some cuckold tendencies, but that would have to be ignored because my door opened up letting my girl in.

  It was…it was again for dramatic effect…Hotaru the violet haired girl with the long hair and bookworm tendencies. She was stripped down to her goth black brassette and panties with all kinds of tattoos including a green heart between her cleavage and a blood drop tattoo on her right shoulder with O– etched on the droplet. There was also some mythical Chinese dog and tengu’s crowded on the waistline of her black panties.

  Looking at her reminded me of the cybersex I had with my online girlfriend Megan–little did I know she would do something as deplorable as what she and her tough boyfriend did that I couldn’t get over even reincarnated as a bullies’ underling.

  You know one terrible cliche you find in isekai manga and light novels? The protagonist most forgets who they were and what life was like after being reincarnated. I’ll never forget the good times I had, all the times I got hugs from my parents or licks from a happy pet dog or sometimes a cat, the sunsets and the good grades I got on those rare times I studied hard for them…the problem was my whole life was ruined because I went to some strangers house from a dating site, so yeah, the more I mold myself into the brainless one who can’t remember his previous life the better.

  “Real art isn’t just what you hang on your wall,” she started her speech to entice me to manipulate me…jsut like Megan did. “It’s what–”

  “You remember for yourself. So remember me.” I finished for her, not in the mood to hear it even if it was the first time hearing it in my new reality. “I know how you like it. Lead yourself to me, do not take the lead.”

  She puffed her cheeks like an upset chibi girl, but did as her “master” asked climbing onto the bed sheets. I took the lead touching her breasts. They were C-Cup; the four biggest after the tsudere, the wolf girl and finally Lucita. Her breasts in my hand, her so far showing no reaction to this, I pushed them up and licked the underside of her bosoms. The clues to this were on her tattoos green heart, blood drop with O negative and crows clustered around her snatch area. I don’t want to go into details but the clues led to the underside of her breasts…and her belly button which I flecked a little with a nail before screwdriving my way around it.

  I did this for eight minutes with her trying to fight back the pleasure sensation electrifying inside her body but her mind was on Cloud Nine from how she let her guard down letting me go after her weak spots. She was ready for the next step: penetration.

  I always imagined lifting my imaginary girlfriend up and sticking my penis in and out as she wrapped around my neck like a monkey; a dream that never happened since I never had sex. Now: I was picking up Hotaru planting my rod on her belly surface just above her womb. Although my stats were mostly on Dexterity, Cooro the lanky fellow he was had some body strength. Slowly, I maneuvered my penis down towards her snatch. Before I stuck it inside I activated my Vibration skill.

  She was gushing with viscous fluid, squirting on my body as my vibration massed her enfolds. To her I had a lot of stamina, but besides the inside of her womb I didn’t feel anything. I flitted my attention to the hole in the wall where the ice haired girl was looking through. If I didn’t say how I spent all my SP on EXP bonus and animal taming, this would be the part where I use Detection skill to see how the others were doing in their night of passion.

  Instead, you’ll have to learn about it from a different POV.

  Lucita’s POV

  Lucita was looking into the eyes of a man with the highest potential of being a hero. In just twenty minutes he had Horuka sleeping on a chair against the wall from climaxing too hard. She should stop looking, but his gaze oscillated a refulgent, pinnacle aura as they beamed their bright light into her.

  At last, she stepped away to peer/peak on the other summoned hero. She stood at the back of a portrait with a hole for the room Uyetani was supposed to be nightserv to. Through the hole she saw one of the heroes doing missionary on the bed sheets with Uyetani. He had his eyes almost rolled behind his hand in ecstasy while she looked confused.

  “Umm…hero.” She spoke in her meek tone. “ You haven’t put it in my–”

  He finished before she did. Lucita didn’t see his jizz but she could tell from Uyetani’s reaction it was excreting a splotch on the bedsheets.

  He collapsed beside her; she shook his arm trying to go for a second round where she would actually feel something. He was immature ‘n’ premature–the hero one portrait down was feckless ‘n’ petty with her demi-human friend Hana.

  Her poor friend Hana had her ankles locked in chains hooked to the ceiling. She was wearing a single black stocking on her left thigh with a small yellow ribbon interlaced on the flap, a gray veil covering her brassiere and bellybutton even wore her black collar to show subservience to her ‘master’ of the knight. The hero was spending the night wearing a leather black mask with the zipper slanted over the eyes and a zipper over the mouth having his chest only partially covered by two long black thong straps.

  He had Hana tied up and was beating her with a paddle; not having a clue demi-humans were always looked down on by most humans where this night was supposed to make her feel loved and protected. Instead, she was gritting her teeth trying not to break free and pummel this idiot.

  She checked on her red haired friend Doni kneeling down giving her partner oral sex. She let go exclaiming “Why isn’t it hard after I gave you ten minutes of it?!”

  She didn’t waste her time on a broken stove trying to heat a wet noodle–she wanted to see what the hero who seemed to be the leader was up to. She bare sight on him sprawled on the ground extending his arms out like a starfish while her fellow maid Serano massaged his 4 inch penis. She was visibly irked which didn’t match the flattery she was spewing.

  “Oh Ribaru, how big you are..how lucky I am to serve you…how you’ll be so great you’ll be king.”

  He had a grin that expanded three ways showing how much satisfaction he was taking being praised…before he even went inside the dungeon bringing back any resources/material. It was clear out of all these summoned heroes only one had any experience. She checked back through the portrait Uyetani was behind. She was still nudging the snoring body of the hero she was attending to so the head maid knocked five times.

  Uyetani flinched realizing what Lucita wanted her to do. She got out of bed, the nightgown still on, walked out the door waiting for her headmaid to greet her. Lucita stepped out urgently pointing to the only hero not being serviced door.

  “Attend to him.”

  Uyetani nodded wistful approaching the door next knowing what demeanor this new hero had Lucita returned to her secret room to peek on them. The hero had one leg on the bed with the other bent and resting on his left knee. He looked at her with intense red eyes illuminating Uyetani’s path to him. Once she reached the bed…he got off it patting it.

  Uyetani sat down. Lucita assumed he could get naked where he stood, instead he put his arms on her shoulders gently uring her to lie down.

  She did–she had no choice–her face burning red from the surprise in-store for her. Lucita watched him rub something cold down her spine. Uyetani, timid as she was, yelled in fright from what he used on her back. What he used he slid back and forth repeatedly. It was an ice cube.

  Her back was frigid and wet, the cube making her wet from surprise before anything even happened. Next thing she knew he was grabbing her by the shoulders lifting her on to his chest. His body heat helped warm the water being absorbed into her skin, but he was already drilling his penis in and out her womb before the water dried up.

  In just two minutes her brain was more frozen than the ice cube; a little droll hanging from the upper lip. Lucita left watching them to find Hana’s portrait. She peered in to see her still having her hands hackled, the hero who spanked her with a paddle pussed out taking exhausted gasps. Lucita used their morse code–something she didn’t need to use as Hana’s wolf ears could hear a fly buzz behind the wall.

  Hana wasted no time attempting to escape prying her hands together before snapping the chains off the ceiling.

  And then–she smacked them together shattering the cuffs.

  Next thing she did was move out before moving into another door from Lucita’s orders. Returning inside she saw the hero with his hands covering his face bent over and feet tucked in, backlifted, he looked like a rabbit trying to hide where there was. Uyetani was put on a chair net to Hotaru. Hana approached the hero standing over him looking down when he still wasn’t moving she bent down to examine him closely.

  And then–he unfurled from his coil blowing a deep breath into her right ear. She looked stiff as if a spider crawled up her, her eyes hot and her mouth closed and her tail standing up. He slowly elevated his height still on one leg blowing continuously.

  She eyes slowly looked half squinted as her face flush red with his arm gently squeezing her shoulder he urged her to lean against his shoulder. She was just resting on him when his finger massaged her pussy.

  The longer his finger stimulated her the more she resembled Uyetani trying to hold back climaxing. That quickly went away when he brushed his hand against her tail to sniff it. She fidgeted and fell, her face red with a mouth completely open.

  Lucita realized one girl wasn’t enough for him; she needed to use both girls simultaneously. Both were free to leave–Doni’s managed to finish while still flaccid and so did Serano while he was foot massaged until he blew his load than asked to be carried bridal style to the bed. They were both infuriated about giving without receiving; something they felt because they removed their maid uniforms.

  They walked in. The eyes of outrage and anger were replaced with nervousness seeing three girls in their chairs. They veered their attention from the girls to the master they were meant to serve–towering over them with eyes piercing down on them. Before Serano knew it she was picked up and lifted over his head.

  A tongue went through her panties massing her vulva. In less than a minute her eyes were nearly rolling back as her legs thrashed around bitting a back as solid as rock.

  As for Doni, she stood amazed at how strong her new master was; his penis the complete opposite of the flaccid noodle she had to pleasure. And the strong long penis was moving towards her.

  Every twitch of her head of any sway of her neck was met with the penis following her movement. Before she knew it, the penis was pressed against his cheekbone. She didn’t know if she should moisten it with her lips; the penis was getting under her ching stroking her like a cat leaning against its owner to be fed.

  The penis was endearing…until it leaned a little too close to her womb pushing her back. Slowly she was falling back; before falling she reached her hands out keeping her back straight. The penis made her have to do a crab walk just to stop herself from falling and it was poking its pink arrowhead against the cloth covering her pussy.

  The penis wasted no time entering her vagina hole. Her eyes flitted from the dastard penis to the towering hero still eating Serano out while holding her pussy to his lips. Simultaneously, he did that while thrusting his penis deep down into her like a rabbit entering its burrow.

  Lucita watched in amazement how the hero was pleasing two women at the same time–the fellow heroes themselves couldn’t satisfy any of their partners. There was a chorus of orgasmic coos and screams from him reaching their G-spots; like a duet of girls singing a sorrowful serenade. It ended with a dying cry a beast would make calling for reinforcements.

  He pulled out his penis from Doni’s womb–her mind completely on Cloud Nine. She was numb to the pain on her wrists leaning back. The hero carried Serano to a chair adjacent do Hana putting her down. He put a cover on her hoping to keep her warm.

  He backtracked his steps trekking back to Doni’s. He crouched down grabbing her shoulder and back than used his grip to straighten her up. With so little strength he walked her to a chair helping her sit down next to Serano.

  Five girls–al the maids sex workers the king had hired for the hero summoning–and they all orgasmed to the point of passing out at the hands of one hero. Lucita should look away, but there was just something so captivating about him. Her moment of lust was ended when he turned around looking in her direction.

  For a moment she forgot there was a wall concealing her from his gaze; there should be no way for him to know she was there. He marched his way towards the wall, fists clenched and gaze unwavering from her line of sight. He was standing so close to the port hole she could see the ripple where his abs protruded from.

  She kept thinking to herself ‘I’m behind a wall; he can’t see me. I’m behind a wall; he can’t see–”

  All her thoughts and safeguard of this man was sheltered like a pencil lead in someone' s pocket when she felt a stong grip on her shoulder. He had his hands wrapped around her back; she shivered imagining what perverted moves he’d use on her.

  Then one of his hands loosened and she felt the ripples of his knuckles caress her eyebrows. She couldn’t understand why he was massaging her eyebrows, but it alleviated some of the tension she felt being draped into a night of passion without first consenting to it–but her position meant she couldn’t speak out men having their way with her.

  He eventually stopped with her eyebrows and had his hands on her back once more. She closed her eyes waiting for him to assault her with a kiss. Instead she felt a touch on her right cheek. It came fast and light. Before she knew it that light tap was also applied to her other cheek. This came again and again with nearly a dozen playful taps and then he finished it stroking his finger against her right cheek.

  Lucita was unsure what his goal was being so playful with her after making five women pass out barely thrusting his hips. He was poking when he wasn’t softly kissing her–felt so weird and yet so tittilating–and she was just waiting for the moment when he would stick his penis in her vagina.

  Suddenly, she heard a metallic clacking sound like chandeliers out in a swift breeze. She opened her eyes to find a plastic dildo connected to a black strap with metallic suspenders around it. It belonged to Lucita–she used it to satisfy the maids who didn’t come before their masters. The master she was attending to was lying on his knees with his hands to his thighs just waiting on her with that intense gaze of his.

  She started slipping it on over her stockings and garter belt, not because it was her “masters’ wish” but because she relished being in control through it all. Her master in term lied down slipping off his jeans and underwear to show his bare bum. Grabbing his hands, surprisingly bony, she lifted him up a little slipping the dildo into his analhole.

  There was silent consent between the two she would procced without lathering the plastic dildo with lubrication. She slipped it in and started thrusting her hips for for it to penetrate deeper just like she imagined a male does it. Her eyes flitted from the dildo in his ass to his face; eyes and mouth so tight they didn’t show if he was enjoying it or if he was in pain. She on the other hand was starting to feel a pulsating jolt brimming underneath where her pussy was hidden.

  She thought her device only made pleasure onesided, but her whole body was feeling a soothing pleasure verberating between her skin and muscles. She moved it in and out faster the same way a man would when he was getting close to ejaculating. She wasn’t a virgin, had penises go inside her that wouldn’t give her that pleasure women feel when making love to a man who knows what he’s doing, only this time the roles were reverse with her face flustered and her eyes losing focus while her master just stared at her like she was an interesting but not very good portrait.

  If she was a portrait she’d want to be white washed and redone to look appeasing to people like her master. At last, her womb sodden so much water sprinkled out of the rims of her strap. She took off her wiry suspenders and collapsed from pleasure throbbing in her womb.