Excerpt from the bonus paper included with Volume 1 of the book edition, featuring a scene set between chapters 30 and 31 of the main story.
In the northern forests of Celesta. This area is sparsely populated, with villages and colonies scattered far apart. Even if a dragon lands or takes off here, it merely startles birds and animals without causing much disturbance.
Tark and I had been traveling by dragon toward the capital, and after several stops, we decided to take a break here. …Though “a toilet break” doesn’t mean we’re strictly forbidden from doing anything else. After hours confined in the cramped carriage, one naturally feels the urge to stretch or move around lightly. Being airborne for so long in such an unstable position makes one crave nothing more than lying flat on one’s back with one’s back against the ground.
That’s why Diane allowed us about thirty minutes of free time to do as we pleased, and everyone went about their own activities accordingly. …As for me, since my legs wouldn’t move, there wasn’t much I could really do. Of course, I could use crutches to walk around, but weighing the effort of carefully stepping down from the rattling carriage against a brief change of pace, I found myself preferring to simply sit and wait quietly.
“Hm. You’re not coming out?”
“These parts aren’t particularly interesting to me anyway, and walking with a cane is troublesome.”
“Then why not ask Hilda for that treatment to make you walk again?”
“I could ask, but I don’t really feel like moving that much… Besides, even Hilda needs a break herself.”
“You’re being too modest, or perhaps frustrating. …We’ve finally acquired this special breeding chamber. If you have spare time, why not use it?”
Direct hit. I stumbled. No, I’m not suddenly repulsed by intimacy or bored with it? But wait a moment—I was still a virgin just recently! Even though the timing might seem right, this is an opportunity that’s perfectly suited for someone in my condition! Shouldn’t I say things like “Let’s do it!” or “Take your clothes off!”? But I simply don’t possess such a powerful mindset yet.
”…To be honest, creating the right atmosphere and leading to intimacy within these mere thirty minutes, while also being unable to move my legs properly, is too difficult for me.”
“Hm. Atmosphere?”
Laira parroted back those words, then raised her hair slightly with an expression that seemed half-amused, half-disappointed.
“If you’re calling us lovers, fine—but why must I constantly gauge the mood of a female slave? Just take off your clothes and spread your legs already!”
“No, but only someone like you would actually do that if asked to spread their legs, right?”
Even though everyone says they’re okay with being slaves, bringing up such a request so abruptly would surely cause confusion. Enduring that atmosphere while maintaining the stern demeanor of my master, I have absolutely no confidence we could wrap this up within thirty minutes.
“Then just order me to do it. If you’d like, even Jeanne would suffice.”
“Eh…?”
Laira looked down at me as if to say, “What’s so important about that?”, but suddenly initiating such a play would be difficult for me to prepare myself for emotionally. Besides, if we’re going to do this, I need to call Hilda back first to help me move my legs. She’s not even visible right now.
”…Damn it, this is frustrating. Alright, Jeanne, let’s go!”
“Understood.”
Suddenly, Jeanne appeared from a blind spot. She had been listening quietly just outside the carriage all along. I’d prefer if she’d shown her face from the start so as not to startle me. Laira leaped onto the carriage and casually grabbed Jeanne’s clothing, pulling upward with a swift motion.
She slipped out of her clothes with a sudden, effortless motion, as if changing diapers. Jeanne raised her hands innocently to pull the garments off, then brushed her hair away with a pasa-pasa sound, arranging it neatly. She looked adorable. Yet even stripped down to just her panties and collar, she didn’t feel particularly erotic.
Then Laila carelessly shed her own clothes. Her magnificent breasts and curvaceous waist, tapering sensually, radiated an intense eroticism. As someone who has always favored large-breasted women, I found myself irresistibly drawn to her.
Seeing Jeanne’s smooth, childlike body, recalling the sensation of its interior, suddenly made my nose twitch—but achieving that level of arousal was still too difficult for now.
“Mm… Sister Laila’s breasts are truly amazing.”
“W-well… as a man, one can’t help but be drawn to breasts.”
“Even so, dwarven women with breasts like Sister Laila’s are a bit much…”
“Hmph. Jeanne, you have this here.”
Laila reached into Jeanne’s armpit and suddenly lifted her panties right in front of me.
The panties appeared before my eyes.
“This inner space… your strength lies precisely in how small and narrow it is♪ Even I couldn’t possibly match that.”
“B-but isn’t smaller better?”
“Other races would tear apart, but a dwarf female’s hole is sturdy. That smallness must delight our Master♪”
Laila’s mature naked form contrasted with Jeanne’s tiny vaginal opening. Recalling both sensations, I finally found my mind turning toward intercourse, and my erection pushed against the fabric of my pants. But since one leg was useless, things became complicated from there. Simply lifting my hips required firm support below the knees; otherwise, it would be a struggle. After fumbling for a while, I managed to pull down my pants halfway just enough to retrieve what I needed.
”…Hmph. Look, Jeanne. Our Master is shamelessly eager to taste your hole.”
“Waa…♪”
Please don’t say things like “shamelessly.” My feelings are surprisingly delicate.
My penis, flushed with embarrassment, arched as it imagined penetrating Jeanne’s vagina.
After taking a brief breath, I reached out to the floating waist of Jeanne and slowly pulled down her panties.
The cloth was removed from her slender, youthful waist, revealing her innocent crotch.
As my penis vulgarly spread her tiny labia, imagining the moment of intense constriction, it involuntarily jerked upward.
“Aha… I want to fuck your here with a ten-man-commander-sized thick dong♪”
“Yes…”
Contrasting Laila’s mature, fleshy body with Jeanne’s young and delicate form, her charm pressed forward. I could freely enjoy these two female bodies radiating such opposite attractions. Though my penis isn’t exceptionally large… well, at least for Jeanne’s body, I suppose that needs clarification.
“Hmph. Then let me fuck you…♪”
Laila, holding Jeanne’s body in her arms, slowly lowered her hands. While seated on the chair, she positioned Jeanne above me. With one hand, she firmly spread Jeanne’s labia around my erect penis.
“Nn-ku… u, ah… haa… nn♪”
Jeanne, fully aroused, willingly accepted it.
Deeply penetrating her in a face-to-face seated position, after catching my breath, Laila shifted her hand to Jeanne’s waist and began forcibly moving her small body up and down.
“Uaaah… L-Lady Lyra… Ah, nya-ah!?”
“Hoho. Your master is not being pushed away. I must come to your aid.”
A female slave being forced into intercourse by other female slaves.
It’s a pitiful scene… yet Jeanne is a purebred masochist.
Even with such rough sex, after a short while she fully adapts, and I no longer have time to worry.
Her small, cramped vagina is the perfect tool for arousing pleasure.
And when it’s thrust up and down by the hands of a powerful dragon, there’s no way she can endure it for long.
I avert my eyes from Jeanne, who clings to me and pants with her tongue lolling out, gritting my teeth as I stare at the carriage ceiling, holding back my ejaculation.
But that only works for a few seconds.
The young vagina Lyra shakes vigorously in her hand leaves no gap for my cooldown.
“Kuh… it’s, it’s coming out…”
“Fnyaaahhh…♪”
Spraying semen into her tiny womb, I savor the pleasure as my vision flickers.
While steadying my trembling breath, I meet Jeanne’s eyes, who is also being tossed about by unexpected pleasure.
”…Ehehe. It’s coming out.”
“It’s coming out.”
“Ho. Next time it’ll be me. There’s no time to rest, you know?”
Lyra flashes a mischievous smirk from behind the shadow of Jeanne’s head.
Then, from outside the carriage, a voice calls out.
”…Sorry, but time is up.”
It was Miss Diane. The other girls had gathered at a distance.
“Ho. How stingy. Just one more shot, you can’t wait even twenty minutes?”
“No way. I’ll allow this much as per Andy’s wishes, but if we make exceptions beyond this point, there will be no end to it.”
“There’s no need to panic. Why not just let everyone go wild here for a night?”
“If we neglect our purpose, even a night won’t suffice!”
Oh, Miss Diane… I’m very happy about this, but having my true feelings—“I want to have sex too”—treated as a tantrum is a bit troublesome.
Things are finally getting out of hand.