Warning, LIGHT NSFW.
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Seemingly to catch the look in Mize's eyes, Liam went ahead with the explanation. "Don't be too shocked. A lot of these rare items tend to come in bead form, it's kind of a thing."
Mize perked up slightly, his lips twitching. "Well… you got me there"
"It's not hard to tell," Liam replied with a knowing grin, rolling the bead between his fingers.
"As you'd expect, this one's a dungeon core. It serves as the central piece, the foundation of any dungeon."
"And let me guess," Mize cut in, leaning back slightly, "place it on the ground, bind my soul to it, and boom, done?"
It was practically a textbook setup. He'd seen the process in guides, wiki pages, and novels more times than he could count.
Honestly, if not for the formality of the moment, he wouldn't have even let Liam go through the trouble of explaining.
With a small flick of his hand, Mize reached out and took the bead. The moment it touched his palm, a translucent panel unfolded before his eyes.
[Dungeon Core]
[Description]: A remnant of powerful laws, condensed into a bead from a distant world. Grants the bound user control over a dungeon space governed by its own rules and laws.
'Yep. Called it,' Mize thought with a smug nod.
"W-well" Mize muttered, his words dragging with his eyes turning away, intentionally releasing the firm grip against Liam's neck as he intended to leave, "S-since everything is cool" He dragged his words again, tone a little shaky, "Then I guess I will get going then" he floated up in a hurry.
It was just his luck, Liam reacted faster in time, hands clasped over his wrist at the right moment, and with a gentle pull...
"Argh!"
Liam yanked him downwards back onto his lap, arm instinctively wrapped around the slender waist, letting their bodies grind against each other with Mize sitting on his lap.
"W-what is the meaning of this?" Mize hurriedly asked, panic evident in his voice though due to how close the proximity of their bodies were, he struggled to avert his gaze away as best as he could.
Liam's hot breath thumped against his skin, and the scalding touch of his fingers seemed to penetrate the clothes that held his body dearly.
And his voice squeaked, like a trapped kitten before a lustful predator, "I- it's not nighttime yet!"
Liam didn't budge under this, not even in the slightest.
Instead, the constant physical barrage and contact of Mize's body against his only fueled his determination further.
"A request" His voice dropped, a sly curve etched from the corner of his mouth, "If you want to leave, you will need to fulfill my request first", and the way his tone dropped to a playful edge made the kitten squirmed harder as if this was his very last chance of escaping.
Though to no avail, Liam continued, their bodies pressing harder and tighter, "It won't take long... I promise" he whispered, and the gentle voice flew directly in.
Hearing this, Mize's once squirming body paused, his eyes that once constantly averting drifted back, fearfully meeting Liam's as he asked, "I- it's a promise?"
"Promise" Liam nodded, and then the grin turned into a smile. "I will let you go... Only if you fulfill my request"
"O-okay" Mize obediently nodded, the acting and his calm facade were seamless, almost foolproof.
Though deep down, he knew best that he would love to be dominated and used.
A cursed sensation, a taboo realization, but it was too late as he gave in to his desires.
Then, he asked, voice stuttering while hoping for whatever the request was, please be a doable one, "W-what do you want me to do?"
"Well... " Liam tilted his head to the right, his tone dropping into the room in a deep humming, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.
His eyes were contemplative, though each time his sight just so happened to graze Mize's face, the rabbit flinched and averted with his cheeks red like a tomato.
Their hot breath intertwined in the middle, with a bit of a murky aftertaste in between.
The space was large enough, and yet the two felt cramped in this little abode of theirs, steamy for some unknown reason.
An abode of lust...
"How about we take a step further this time?" He smiled, and his right hand reached out, gently grasping Mize's right hand into his palm and bringing it closer, sniffing it with his eyes closed, licking it with his tongue and he opened his eyes again.
Just to see the reddened rabbit squirming gently this time. It wasn't really a refusal anymore, instead, it was just a pair of a man and a woman, ready to take their relationship to the next stage.
Fingers twirling over it, and he hummed further, "How about you get down there and suck it?"
Immediately, Mize's eyes widened almost an instant he heard it. Hands instinctively curled though Liam's hand grasped tighter, caught his other hand into the same palm, and violently yanked it upwards.
Argh!
Mize's body was pulled closer against his, head-turning with their bodies practically grinding against each other at this moment.
Especially the lifted arm under Liam's control, the loose fabric of the sleeves fell down to his armpit, revealing the actuated curve of his heavenly body, the boobs pressed tightly against his chest.
"What a sight to behold, Mimi" Liam laughed, a low chuckle escaped his lips, and with a soft nib against the tip of the right ear, Liam released Mize's grip from his constraint.
The reaction had always been the same from the start, shy, obedient, fearful, and most obviously, oddly quiet.
And now, the reactions changed, from those prior states, they had turned into absolute obedience, and even a tinge of craving deep down from the bone, slowly creeping up along the spine.
Mize's breathing took a sudden turn, a deeper breathing, and his cheeks were reddened.
The movement of his body breathing, the chest heaving up and down under the soft fabrics, the subtle curves around the waist, and the air around the two that was slowly becoming steamier, a bit damped and murky in between.
'Ahhh... I just can't say no, can I?' Mize bit his lower lips in annoyance and yet, a tinge of joy was also present.
His crimson eyes squinted seductively, a partial purity that was waiting to be taken over and manhandled by the rough beast.
"So... " Liam began, his breath took a heavy toll on his side, and his eyes were extremely predatory, gawking at Mize's entirety as if he wanted to swallow the rabbit whole in one bite.
"Can you do it?" Liam asked, his voice pleading and yet playful.
To this, Mize nodded obediently, like a cat as he slowly moved, sliding off the chair.
"D-don't expect much, I had never done this before"
"If that's untrue, I would've gone crazy already" Liam chuckled.
One leg moved and the other followed, the twist and the jiggles were deliberately revealed, showcasing in full for the man to behold.
Then, he kneeled before the chair, knees closed, hands hovered before the chest, and the slight hesitation kicked in.
Not knowing where to start since he had never done this before.
"W-what do I do now?" Mize peered his eyes upwards, their eyes meeting.
From this angle, Liam could see everything perfectly well. He adjusted his body a little, shifting, as he pushed his body forward.
And then his crotch was directly in front of Mize's face, the two blushed but one was panicking while the other was keeping the same calm expression as always, "Unzip it"
"U-unzip it?" Mize blurted out, though he nodded, hands obediently extended, but then Liam corrected his words, "With your mouth"
"Ahh?"
This time around, Mize's hand hesitated, face fuming in heat with his eyes blinking hard enough, trying to understand the new order.
Liam regarded this sight with a smile, his hand reached downward, grabbing the soft chin and bringing it closer to his crotch, "Here... " he released his grip, "Bit the zip and drag it down"
Mize nodded with a muffled hmm, his eyes veering downward, meeting the crotch.
Body leaning in, arms spread to the side, each holding Liam's thigh, and with one full swift motion, he began.
His head moved, eyes half squinted as he bit down the zip, a hard metallic zipper was then stuck in between his teeth.
With a gentle nudge, he dragged it down alongside his head movement, the ripping noises echoed in the hall, as the once shut rigid line was unfolded before his very eyes.
At first, it was dark, a void of nothingness as he bit the zip lower and lower.
In the next second, a huge veiny rod popped out, slapping his face from the top to the bottom, and even after reaching the forehead, the rod's length seemed to stretch further.
Gulped, Mize swallowed upon the sight, his eyes catching the full spectacle of this behemoth, 'I- it's huge... '
The heat from the rod collided against his cheeks as Liam intentionally slapped it again and again.
A strand of liquid dripped down from the slit of the tip.
"How?' Liam's strained and satisfied voice came from the top, "Is it to your liking, Mimi? The size of it... " Liam gleamed, a strange sense of satisfaction filling his heart.
Witnessing the sight of his trophy, a beautiful angel-like face crouching down before his little brother.
Truth to be told, this sight fueled his ambition further. He wanted to conquer Mize's body, the mouth, the hips, and the waist. Everything about her should be his.
'A submissive slutty wife should be good' His eyes gleamed, watching the sight with splendid glory.
A king and his beautiful sex slave.
And finally, after what it felt like to be an eternity of waiting, the slave answered.
His body pushed upwards and straightened, hands gently pushed the hair from the cheeks on each side, and with an opened mouth of his cheery lips, Mize closed his eyes, head tilted as he finally swallowed the rod into his throat.
Guh!
With a muffled noise of obstacles against his throat, Liam groaned, arms grasped tightly against the armrest, his right foot shifted, deeply imprinted onto the floor.
Guh!
Mize twirled his head again, pushing the rod further down into his mouth. Tounge crammed against the ceiling, the salivas pushed against the hot steaming rod as he wrapped it like sushi.
He swallowed the throbbing rod whole from the tip to the base, his nose enlarging with each breath, eyes drifting up, just to meet the shocked grunting face of the Yama lord.
"M-mimi?" Liam struggled to find the proper words this time around, his body holding itself from exploding on the spot.
The wet sensation of it, the mouth and the tounge wrapped around his dick in a steamy and yet murky sensation.
This was simply heavenly!
With each throbbing of his rod, the heat seemed only to intensify further.
But that was not it, Mize struggled to lift his eyes under this blissful suffocation in his throat, his face lewd, mouth full and bulging with the cock of his loved one.
And then he tried to speak, his voice a muffled mixture of wetness and air.
"Dwid I dwo goosh?"
"Y-yes" Liam smiled, his breath taken away by this sight and sensation.
"You have become a very good slutty wife, Mimi" Liam praised again, his voice deep in his own blissful world.
Then, he continued with the orders, "Now move up and down while maintaining this motion, can you do that?"
"Mhmm" Mize nodded, his throat swelled.
And despite the suffocation and the lack of air, he persisted, his head slowly moving upwards, tounge trailing up within along the rod's veiny surfaces.
Shlop!
It was the first blow of his life.
The noise echoed, a sloppy wet noise as Mize successfully did the first upwards motion.
Then...
Without delay, he swallowed back down, his tounge playing at it's best, pouring every little bit of his salivas to drown his mouth alongside it.
Shlop!
Shlop!
Shlop!
Shlop!
He kept bobbing his head up and down under this relentless motion.
Murky white liquid accidentally spilled out from the corner of his mouth, some even trailed further down.
Making his once already lewd face even more degraded. A delicate flower stained by the ugliness of the world, and yet... The flower bloomed and blossomed.
The fallen divine, the goddess of lust and desires.
Shlop!
Shlop!
Shlop!
Shlop!
MMize's face kept slapping back and forth against the crotch, full throttle as he enjoyed this sensation of being used as a flesh toy.
Liam groaned with bated breath as if it was his soul being sucked instead!
He tried to keep his composure but to no avail, the wrapping sensation around his rod was too heavenly!
Mize's tounge play was extremely agile despite this being his first time.
Then, the eruption came.
Mize felt it coming from the sudden shift of the rod's tremor, eyes widened and before he could even pull his head out, Liam leaned downward.
Hands wrapping against the back of his head as he lowered his body to curl forward.
And with a whisper of a devil to Mize's ears, "Swallow every last bit", the eruption of white volcano bursted out directly into his throat.
Murghh!!!
Mize's shuddered, body's trembling as he was basically face hugged against the base of Liam's crotch with zero gap whatsoever.
He could feel it.
The gush of Liam's load being injected into his throat down to his stomach to be kept there as nutrients.
Using his body as his cum container to his please.
And yet, Mize's eyes showed ecstasies, voluntarily sucking deeper as he swallowed every last bit of it.
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It was the aftermath of the situation, both were seated the same as before. But instead of sitting together, one was hovering above the air on the side while the other awkwardly shifted his legs over and over again beneath the table.
"So umm... " Liam began, a finger rubbing the side of his head as his eyes spun around, trying to find a topic from the battle just now.
"H-how was it?"
...
Zoom...
The room went quiet instead of any further communications. Mize awkwardly shifted again and again, playing with the hem of his robe, and in a mosquito like voice, he replied, "I-I guess... It was good?"
"Ah... I see... " Liam nodded back, their gazes each looking elsewhere. Anywhere but not themselves.
Mize fidgeted, fingers intertwining before his chest and with a heaved of a deep breath, he spoke, cheeks reddening, "I-it was good, really... "
"A-ah... Yes, thank you" Liam nodded again, scratching the side of his head.
"I- I'll get going then," Mize suddenly said, floating away at an average speed. Trying his best to keep the atmosphere from getting any weirder from what it was.
Liam didn't stop him.
Still, just as Mize began to leave, Liam called out, "One thing, Mimi…"
Mize paused, glancing back, hesitant but their eyes finally met.
Liam's tone dropped a little, his calm facade resumed on the surface. "J-just so you know—people can still die in the dungeon. Real death"
A small breath passed between them before Liam continued. "If you're still set on this, talk to Elias about picking a proper location. And drop by the storage warehouse, grab some gold coins for basic summoning."
He was about to say something else, probably a cheesy reassurance or warning, but Mize raised a hand to stop him.
"umm, it's okay, I know," he said, voice stiff "You don't need to worry. I can handle it."
There was a moment of stillness.
With that, he turned away and drifted out through the gate, halo flickering to life behind him as the doors closed with a soft echo.
Liam watched in silence, a complicated expression playing across his face.
He let out a slow sigh, muttering under his breath, "How do most people act after doing that kind of stuff?"
"Cuddling?"
"Pampering?"
Sigh...
'I am really bad at this' He groaned, but the aftertaste of the battle just now still lingered.
And with a shook of his head, he snapped out of it, focusing on the matter at hand.
His mind was already moving.
Plans and priorities began falling into place. "Sunday's going to be the killing event… I'd better prepare everything before then."
And with a shimmer, he vanished from the room.
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