Foreigner’s Mistake

Book 9: Chapter 189: Demonic Dragon ~ 04

Book 9: Chapter 189: Demonic Dragon ~ 04

A beautiful female swordsman sits on a bearskin laid out, her hand was bounded behind her back with leather straps. Her leather armor was taken off and she is wearing an old shirt on top. On the bottom, she has taken off her trousers and is wearing only underwear that resembles a woman's loincloth.

It is a very erotic composition to the naked eye, but strangely enough, there is no lewdness in it.

This is due, in part, to the woman sitting there tied up.

She feels nothing but frustration when she is bound behind her back. She is not ashamed of being in front of a man, but she is just plainly looking at him without a shred of shame. Her beauty is a waste of her talent. Her sex appeal is dead.

Even if I'm joking about teaching you to masturbate...

Was that a joke? I was quite serious. ......

Satoru was taken aback by Isolde's somewhat sarcastic look. He wondered what she had heard from Liz, although he had thought that she might have changed a little. Even if she heard what Liz had to say, it would be meaningless if she didn't learn anything from her.

......Well, if that's what you want to do, go ahead. But first, you have to understand what sex and lust are.

Isolde was surprised to hear Liz's exact words.

A large Satoru leans on Isolde. Isolde tries to avoid him by backing away a little, but her hands, which are tied behind her back, are not enough to support her, and she is pushed down on the bear's skin. Satoru's hand reaches for her neck, and Isolde twists around.

Uhh......!

You don't like it?

Satoru's fingertips gently stroke her neck. Isolde had never really thought about it before, but just the slightest movement made her tingle, probably because of the natural Lust that Satoru exudes.

In other words, Satoru's lust is now directed toward herself. The fact that his Lust is being naturally expressed in this way is proof that Satoru is also in the mood for it.

I ...... I don't hate it. But, mhh,...... it would be correct to say that I am afraid.

Scared of what?

Isolde was gently stroking from the nape of her neck to the area around her face, and she thought to herself, "I've been pointed this out". It is true that she instinctively sensed an unknown fear. Even now, in the deepest corner of her mind, she still wants to escape, and Isolde turns her attention squarely to this feeling.

Well,...... I guess you could call it a feeling as if my body no longer belongs to me. That's what I'm afraid of.

Isolde calmly assessed the sense of fear that ran through her.

Her greatest strength lies in her ability to manipulate magic power in the most efficient and yet explosive. She has reached this level only through blood-soaked training, but compared to her peers, Isolde's talent is overwhelming.

Her strength is brought out by the precise control of her own body. She must have an instinctive fear of her body leaving her control.

It is a kind of defensive instinct as a swordsman.

Perhaps. I am sorry that I feel that way when I entrust myself to Milord. ......

Isolde mutters, sincerely sorry.

Although she may care, this beautiful female swordsman is still not suitable for sexual intercourse. Satoru also thinks so. It is obvious that he is forcing her to do so, and it won't do her any good if he continues to do so.

Master

Hmm?

Solor calls out to Satoru from behind, and Satoru, still leaning on Isolde, turns his head to look at her. Rico and Minerva are curled up in a corner, while Liz, who had just been conversing with them, looks at Solor with a slightly surprised expression.

Solor bent her knees gracefully, her usual expressionless face filled with some peculiar color.

I'd like to join in today. And, hopefully, you will allow me to teach Isolde-sama a sex lesson.

Huh?

It was Isolde who raised her voice unexpectedly. Satoru raised himself from his perch and half-turned back to Solor.

This is the first time that this Magic Doll has voluntarily asked to be mixed up in sexual intercourse. Even when he was with other women, she would kill any sign of her and never interfere with them.

I can see that she has been growing lately, but I wonder what's got into herSatoru looks at Solor with a slight frown, but her expression is as expressionless as ever. It is impossible to read her innermost thoughts from her complexion.

.......I don't know what you're thinking, but fine.

Without much thought, Satoru agreed. If it bothers her, just let her participate honestly. It probably won't be a negative thing.

Thank you very much. Now, let's get started ...... Bind

Hah ...... gghh!

A leather strap extended like a tentacle from Solor's waist and wrapped around Isolde's wrists, ankles, waist, shoulders, and upper body with a sound. Satoru was surprised at this type of sorcery, which he had not seen before. With a creaking sound, the leather strap from Solor's waist creaked and slowly lifted Isolde's slender body.

Even a swordsman who pretends to be virtuous is now a shambles

The two leather straps that grabbed her ankles split open her crotch mercilessly, exposing her secret parts, which were behind her underwear.

Solor's face is lewd and coercive as he approaches Isolde in mid-air. She has the air of a queen. Solor's expression, which Satoru and Liz do not see very often, was so striking that they could not help but look at her with open mouths.

Hauuahh......gu, ahh

Isolde screams in agony as the leather straps tighten with a gripping sound. Smiling mockingly, Solor stripped off her underwear, her beautiful face showing a small frown.

Your face is so beautiful. But your female genitalia is so ugly. Disgraceful.

So......Solor-don, wh-what are you....

Isolde manages to move only her head and looks at Solor, her expression colored with impatience and surprise. Even Satoru and Liz were surprised. Isolde's confusion must have been great.

Solor snorted when Isolde turned her gaze on her. The look of mockery on her face, completely different from her usual expressionless face, is frightening.

What am I doing? It's a mockery. I am trying to discipline the junior magical slaves who keep complaining about how they are being used by our beloved Master.

I-I don't mean to complain.

The sound of the wind blowing and a dry crack sounded at the same time.

Agh!

It was the sound of Isolde's inner thigh being hit with an extra leather strap.

You're talking back to me now, aren't you? How long will you continue to mistake your position?

M-mistaken ......?

Yes. The way you put it, I don't think Master can use you. You are saying, "I will let you use me." Who do you think you are?

Solor's voice clearly contains a hint of anger. I have never seen Solor so openly express her emotions. No, now that I think about it, I think she showed similar signs when she and Vance had a drinking contest at Deligrande.

H-hey Solo ......

Liz grabbed Satoru's arm when he was so startled that he almost shouted. Liz gave a small shake of her head to the left and right as Satoru looked back at her. Satoru's shoulders relaxed a little as if he was told to leave it in Solor's hands.

Solor, who had moved spontaneously without being ordered to, must have a clear idea of what she wanted to do. Because Liz sensed this, she also stopped Satoru's intervention.

After glancing at Satoru and Liz and keeping her eyes down, Solor turned to Isolde and extended her white fish-like fingers to her crotch. Isolde reacted with a jerk.

You've seen how we've been having sex with the Master, haven't you? What did you think?

The sight of another beautiful woman lewdly fingering a panting beauty who is bound all over is incredibly obscene. Solor is carefully tracing around Isolde's vagina.

Shivering with horror at the thought of being touched by a woman in such a lewd manner, Isolde answered Solor's question.

A-about that ....... A-At first, I just thought it was filthy and

And then?

Solor's voice was like a flood of questions, and Isolde's brain began to race. This situation is very strangeShe knows that, but the heat invades her brain. It is weaker than Satoru's Lust, but it is definitely Lust.

The first time Isolde saw Satoru holding someone was with Sheryl.

She was surprised at Sheryl's request to be roughly handled, but she was also horrified at Satoru's violation of Sheryl, even from a distance.

However, when Minerva, the daughter of the Flying Dragon, tells that Satoru was crying inside while holding Sheryl in his arms, Isolde felt a little relieved that his animalistic nature was only superficial but she still felt dirty and scared.

Sexual and carnal desires are dirty and useless. That is what she had been taught and raised to believe. It was not surprising.

The next day, however. Sheryl, who was supposed to have been raped by Satoru, looked as clear as if something had fallen. Not only that. Isolde was surprised to see that the original sex appeal had been further polished and glamorized.

Next, Isolde saw Solor. She was so bewitching that it frightened Isolde, who usually maintains a blank expression.

She was so scared that she cowered in fear, thinking that one day she too would be held like that, a fear that she had never felt even when she was 10 years old and alone with the Great Bear of the beast tribe known as the King of the Mad Bears.

She wonders if she too will become so disordered that she will forget herself.

I am scared.

I'm scared, scared, scared...!!

That's why I tried so hard to pretend to be asleep.

Fortunately, Satoru never once asked Isolde to share the bed with him.

It was only natural because as a woman, there is nothing more unattractive than a body like this. I was relieved to think so. He also told me that he had no intention of having sex with an unwilling woman, so I thought I would be fine.

There were two turning points.

The first turning point was with Leia in the town of Clatta.

After deliberately making Satoru torment her, he had sexual intercourse with her. Afterward, Have you held back your sexual desire? Leia asked.

Satoru, who had been holding Leia, Rico, Liz, and Solor, excluding the pregnant Minerva, night after night, had been rewritten to be more violent and sexually voracious when he was summoned to this worldThe confession came as a shock to Isolde.

It was a surprise to Isolde that a man with a powerful soul, capable of destroying the world itself, would be so self-conscious of the women he was subjugating, even when they were his slaves. A man who could dominate everything in the world was treating women kindly with a mentality of iron.

Isolde became aware of Satoru as a man.

When Leia asked her how Satoru should behave when she pretended to be asleep. She vaguely thought that perhaps she would finally be ordered to have sex with him.

But Satoru did not do so.

He left it to the women's free will. The women did not take advantage of Satoru's kindness and continued to be devoted to him except for herself.

The second turning point was with Solor in a carriage at the Haivan checkpoint.

Isolde had never expected Solor to be fucked in the ass. Solor still accepted it with pleasure. On the contrary, Solor beckoned to Isolde.

"You, too, come here."

She didn't say it out loud, but the gesture was so clear that it made Isolde realize that she was a woman to be used in this way. She imagined herself being roughly penetrated by Satoru, and she got wet.

Then, I-I wondered why they are having sexual intercourse, and w-why the women who had sex with Milord seemed so happy. ......

And?

Isolde is a woman and Satoru is a man.

But she is a swordsman before she is a woman. The fact is, she has been holding on to this thought for as long as she can remember, and she can't seem to get rid of it. She thought that she was not allowed to touch Satoru's kindness, and yet she did.

In the bath at night after crossing the Haivan checkpoint, Satoru told Isolde that she was an attractive woman.

If I were to be embraced, I wondered if I too could have such a happy face...

I wondered if I could answer that question if I were also embraced. ......

Solor snorted at the confession in her trembling voice.

What a lie

Solor's slender fingers picked up the clitoris of her vagina, which was still wrapped in skin.

Oh, th-that's .........!

A numbing sensation of pleasure shot through the lower half of Isolde's body. The movement of the sensual organs, which are being tortured by the skin without any regard for Isolde's rejection, makes her hips squirm.

Still can't admit it honestly? You were jealous, weren't you?

T-that's, n-not true!

The stimulation was too much for Isolde, who had only been touched yesterday. She struggled to close her legs, but Solor's sorcery did not allow her to break the leather restraints so easily.

Jealous it was true that she felt a little bit jealous. It was not connected to jealousy, but she was somewhat afraid to say so honestly. The reason for this is not clear to Isolde.

My, that so. Then, it's okay if I keep Master to myself today, isn't it?

Eh....

Solor stopped touching the clitoris as soon as she spoke. Isolde looked at Solor in astonishment. The Magic Doll with a lewd and seductive expression on her face, which she could never do herself, looks at Isolde mockingly.

Eh? Wh-What? I-I can't have this from Milord t-today?

It is unforgivable disrespect for a slave to use the supreme pleasure given by the Master to seek an answer to a question she has. So, watch me receive the Master's semen.

B-but ......

Isolde tries hard to formulate a counterargument. But her brain is so roused by the sensuality that she is unable to formulate a coherent thought. Solor continues as if piling on the layers.

Do you want to rise your soul by receiving semen? It is true that my soul is not rising by receiving the Master's semen. Even if you don't have to go to the trouble of receiving the semen in your body, wouldn't the water with magic power that Master prepares for you be enough?

! T-That's ......

Isolde bit her lower lip when she was blocked from making a counterargument. Recently, Satoru prepares the water with magic power for all of them these days. Surely there is still a soul rising. The water is not affected by Solor, whose soul is not rising to begin with, and Leia, whose basic soul is high, cannot put magic power into the water to the level where her soul is rising, so it is not affected here either, but Isolde, who is a mere mortal with a strong but reasonable soul It is far less efficient than sex, but it is certainly possible to raise it with water.

With a small snicker, Solor kneels down and rolls up her skirt, then she thrusts her buttocks toward Satoru and shows him her secret place by shifting her underwear. Unlike Isolde's, it was not grotesque and was already wet enough to drip even though it had not been touched.

Now, Master. Leave this insolent woman alone. Please penetrate my slutty vagina and fill it with your seed

Satoru was a little confused but decided to comply with the request for the time being and quietly stood up.

Liz, who had been holding Satoru's arm, breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back a little. The only thing that will get in the way is to pretend not to see it and go back to sleep.

Satoru's rod is reacting to the show of lasciviousness by the two beautiful women, and his hardness is increasing. However, he is more confused than excited.

Solor's face is full of joy as she invites Satoru to come to her, with her lower body exposed and her buttocks shaking with just the right texture, with Isolde bound in an M-shape at the backSolor's voice suddenly ran through his mind.

I'm sorry Master. I have been incredibly selfish.

Telepathy huh, Satoru immediately understood.

(I'm not sure if it's selfish, but ......you have an idea, don't you?)

Yes. Isolde-sama is definitely a masochist.

Satoru was stunned by Solor's analysis and wondered for a moment how she knew the word "masochist" so well, but Solor had her eyes on the dictionary on his cell phone. Perhaps the word was in the dictionary.

It's terrifying that Hiro*en ()

Through the gap between her slovenly underwear, and her wet organs, Satoru lightly grasped the object and set his sights on it, and sent his hips forward without hesitation

Nnhh......nnnmhhh, aahhh! It's coming in!

The vaginal canal is not too tight, yet it envelopes the entire penis well and is always a superb experience. While she was moaning and deepening her pleasure, Solor's voice was still echoing in his mind.

She just doesn't want to admit it. Also, she does not yet admit that she likes Master as a woman.

Aahhah! Masteerrr, I am, so happy!

Solor screams out in pleasure as the slow and gentle pistoning begins.

After all, she must have analyzed the individual Isolde properly before she made such a stir. Satoru was impressed to realize that.

I apologize for the impoliteness of my behavior. I am very sorry.

(It's fine. I understand. Do as you wish.just...

Solor looks back with only a glance at the quality of the reply in his mind, which is one step down.

(At least, don't use telepathy like this during sex. It makes me withering, you know.)

Satoru gripped Solor's buttocks tightly and suddenly slammed his hips to the very deep. A scrape sensation was felt in Satoru's glans.

I'm, I'm sorryyyy! Ahh, ahhh, ahh, it's, it's so intenseee! It's turning me over!!

*pan-pan* The sound of the violent clash of flesh against flesh echoed around the room. If you try to use your hips as fast as possible, as usual, the magic power will follow your lead, and the speed will increase tremendously. The magic power follows the speed of my hips, and I fuck the doll in front of me with a violent extraction, just before the speed of my hips.

Uaahhh, deep, it's deeeeep! Hyahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, aahhhhh!

Ah......aah......

Satoru glanced up when he heard a despairing voice echoing from the other side of the raped woman. The beautiful female swordswoman, bound and exposing her secret parts in an M-shape, has an almost pitiful expression. The look of a dog who had thought she was going to get it, but had been left alone, made Satoru smile a little.

Master! Aahh, love you, I love you! I'm so ha-happy when Master does this to me!

Solor is being raped, and Isolde's exposed lower body is right in front of her. Solor, however, does not pay any attention to this. She is intoxicated by the pleasure that her Master gives her and soaks in her happiness.

I should have been able to make that face...

Isolde's heart ached. Isolde's face turns pale as she realizes the true nature of her feelings.

Solor had pointed out that she was jealous, a feeling that she had reflexively denied, but this was exactly what she was feeling.

JealousI am jealous!?

Is that so? Well, then, get wild!

Satoru, ignoring Isolde's agitation, howled as he gouged, rubbed, and pierced Solor's vagina from various angles.

Satoru's eyes see his penis moving in and out of the folds of Solor's flesh. The reddish-black rod, colored with sticky white love juice, was being pulled in and out between the white buttocks with exquisite eroticism. When he pulls it out to the very edge and penetrates deep inside at once, it is so much fun to feel it bounce and jump each time.

Aahiihh! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, uaahhh!

The sensation of the rod enveloping her body was also exquisite. The intercourse in the doggy position with her skirt rolled up is lewd.

Satoru pulled out his penis near the entrance, and while touching her breast on top of her clothes, he started to gently and painstakingly torture her around the entrance with his hips.

Her breasts were firm and fleshy, and they were covered by her underwear. Although they are called underwear, women's brassieres in this world are not as well-sewn as those in Satoru's world. It is just a piece of cloth wrapped around it. Even so, the softness that he felt on his fingers was superb.

Uwahh......Ah, d-don't tease, me.....

Solor raised her voice as if she was impatient with Satoru, who was only shallowly teased her around the entrance. Actually, this is also unusual. She basically does as she is told and rarely asks what she wants. Perhaps, she was just trying to get at Isolde.

......Are you telling me how to do things?

Satoru leans in a little and kneads her nipples, whispering in her ear in a low voice full of lechery so that Isolde can hear. Perhaps Solor wanted Satoru to say so. So I'll take an honest ride albeit a bit aggravating.

Ah...... ahiyah...... m-my apologies, Masteer......

Solor looks back at Satoru with moist eyes, her breath rasping in her throat like a dog. The appearance of the person who is completely drowned in lust is familiar, but it is always fascinating to look at.

I, I'm the Master's meat slave, ...... so p-please use me as you, like

Satoru's tastelessness was shaken up by the declaration of the doll as a flesh-poisoner. A tingling sensation ran down his spineI wanted to break her, his inner voice said.

She's just a meat slave. Just break her. It won't matter. That's what she wants, no?

Satoru growled at the voice that was rising from deep within his own heart.

Satoru is not sure if this inner voice is really coming from his own heart. However, Satoru has no intention of being carried away by such a voice.

It is up to me to decide what to do.

It was me who decided to embrace Isolde.

After having gained a variety of experiences, Satoru had already made up his mind. There is no hesitation on this point.

That, so!

He took aim and slammed his hip bone into the deepest part of her body at once. The sound of bone colliding with bone squeaks, and the meat stick pushes up the uterus, which has been lowered.

Aghh......kahh, kuagh...... ahhahh.....

The shock of being penetrated to the deepest point in one breath produced such pleasure that Solor forgot how to breathe. Her body trembled slightly as if it had reached its limit.

Solor's light blue hair shook as his hips began to thrust wildly, and more gasps escaped from her mouth.

Aaahhhh, Master, Master! It feels so good, my pussy feels so gooood. ...... aAahhh!

Solor's mouth was open sloppily, drooling, and she was moaning shamelessly. She is usually so expressionless, but when Satoru sees Solor in such a wild state, it is hard to tell which one of them is the real Solor.

Suddenly, Solor's eyes met Isolde. Isolde felt an unexpected embarrassment and averted her gaze.

At that moment, Isolde's cheeks turned red with humiliation when she felt that Solor was laughing fufun at her with her nose. How shameless of Solor to be so flamboyant with her charmIsolde scorned her inwardly, but a sense of inadequacy remained in her heart.

Is that what you really think?

Isolde felt a chill run down her spine at the sound of the voice coming from inside her heart. Jealousy is an emotion that should have been buried deep within her own heart. Did she really think it was voicing itself?

To tell the truth, the voice in her heart was actually Solor's. While having intercourse with Satoru, she kept reading Isolde's mind with her Mind Reading art, and then, after carefully timing her voice, Solor called out to Isolde with her Telepathic voice even imitating her tone of voice.

If Satoru had found out, he would have been furious, but he could only break through Isolde's mental barriers at this moment when his mind was in turmoil from the effects of the Lust.

Confused, Isolde did not recognize Solor's voice.

You're being stubborn and boring, so she took him away from you.

(...... shut up)

Isolde turns away from the voice coming from inside her heart.

But that inner voice mercilessly pokes at Isolde's guilt.

Do you think Milord would like a woman who lies about her own heart?

An unprecedented coldness ran down Isolde's spine.

It was the part she had turned away from.

She was indeed relieved of her responsibility as the head of the Holy Sword Clan. Little by little, she became able to act honestly with her heart. Leia, Solor, Liz, and others pointed out that she was being too lenient, but it was the joy of being freed from the constraints of her mind that made her do so. The freedom that she had not even recognized before was so sweet that Isolde was immersed in the joy from the bottom of her heart.

However, she could not cross the line. The part where she was a mere follower, a magical slave, and Satoru was her Lord.

There is reverence and a hierarchical relationship.

It is unforgivable for her to contradict Satoru, her Lord, with the stagnation of her inner heart.

For Isolde, who has been told that showing her female side is a dirty thing, there is a fear that she will be hated if she reveals her female side.

That is why she cannot expose herself. If she is hated, she will not be able to travel with them.

Of all the women in this group, only one is pretending to be someone she is not.

It is not right to admit that she is attracted to Satoru as a member of the opposite sex.

B-Break me! I-I'm a perverted meat doll, so, aahhhhhhh!!

A gasp similar to a scream is heard.

The waves from Satoru's body must have spread to Isolde, and even though nothing was being done to her, her whole body was burning and her lower abdomen was tingling. Not only that but her heart is also frayed.

We are supposed to be the same magical slaves. She is a doll, not a human being, with very little emotion.

Why is she able to pant so frankly?

How can she unabashedly express her feelings for Satoru?

It's frustrating.

And I'm jealous.

Uahh......ahh......

Isolde sees Satoru's face, smiling ferociously and shaking Solor vigorously. The man who defeated her, the man who deserves to be her Lord, is displaying his bestiality as a man to the fullest.

How could this man accept such a doll and remain unconcerned?

I was allowed to be by Milord's side because I am a swordsman. Because I can be a shield to protect Milord's friends. I am not recognized as a woman.

That is what Isolde owes.

Even though she was told that she was an attractive woman, Satoru would not lie, even though she knew he hated lies. She was unable to accept it because it seemed as if she was being denied the person she had been until then, who had lived only as a swordsman.

Kuhh, I'm about cum, Solor!

At Satoru's moan, Isolde looked up as if she had been hit.

AahhDon't let it out, that's, that was supposed let it out inside me...

Aaahhh, let it out, please let it ouuuttt! In me, in my filthy womb! Kuahh, ahh, ahh, noo, I'm cumminnnggggg!!

Why, why do you want what I want so easily...!!

Even though Isolde was listening to them, the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and the sound of water gushing from the joints become more and more intense. She guessed they were close to climaxing. Neither Satoru nor Solor looked at her. That was also frustrating.

Nggg!

NNNnnmmmuaaahhhhh!!! Ahhh! Ahh, aaahhhh...........

Satoru's shoulders jumped, and about two moments later, Solor turned her head away. The sight of Satoru's body trembling with the intoxicating pleasure of climax was both obscene and incredibly beautiful.

Satoru's seed juice is probably pouring into her womb. It was supposed to be poured into Isolde today, but she was deprived of it.

Isolde bit her lower lip.

After shaking her entire body a couple of times, Solor slowly lowered her upper body to the floor. Breathing heavily and panting, she still looks back at her Master who gave her supreme pleasure and gave him a smile that could not have been more sincere.

...... Master. Thank you for your blessings. May I clean up?

Sure

Satoru complies and pulls his penis out of her vagina. Isolde could see it, white and sticky with semen and love juice, and she gulped and swallowed hard. Solor glanced at her, but Isolde did not notice. She is just looking at Satoru's crotch.

As if to show off somewhat, Solor's face sucked from the side of his penis. She carefully crawls her tongue under the pole and carefully licks off the sticky liquid.

Isolde looked up a little only when the penis was covered by Solor's head and out of sight. She saw Satoru's face there, and when their gazes collided, Ah! Isolde let out a little cry.

It was then that she realized.

To the presence of that gaze.

Yes, it was the same look that she had seen when he killed Sheryl's father, Edward, with a mixture of pity and contempt.