Ghost Of Culture 74 Birth Of The Lustful Style

And by stick, I mean my d.i.c.k. Hey. That kind of rhyme, but seriously though, I have never f.u.c.ked a real-life dragon before, not even thinking about f.u.c.king one either.

That is because the dragon is f.u.c.king huge. Like ma.s.sively huge, making me feel kind of inferior about my p.e.n.i.s and its size even though it is quite endowed thanks to the Great Maker. Probably.

I am pretty sure that the Great Maker himself has a hand or two in making f.u.c.king around with people a lot more fun and enjoyable. Literally and metaphorically as well. More literally than metaphorically, as that is the best kind of f.u.c.king.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

Ahem.

I should definitely bang this big a.s.s dragon if it has the right proportion in the right places. I mean from my knowledge of dragons, which are just from anime and manga, dragons can shapes.h.i.+ft into a much s.e.xier female form. Just for some awesome ecchiness.

Hah!

I see that the j.a.panese are men of culture. Would love to exchange some cultures with them. For just researching purpose, of course. Hah!

But seriously, cannot wait to get myself some of those cat girls. Fox girls too. Actually, any kind of s.e.xy animal girls. Oh. What about those youkais? Unholy s.h.i.+t! There are so many possibilities here with the Conquest.

And I am sure there is some manga just fill with endless b.o.o.bies and a.s.ses. Eh!?

Calm down, Ghostly. Calm down. There will be time for that, as long as you play it cool. Play it cool.

There is also no need to hurry, so think through this clearly. Not thinking it through clearly is what get you into this awesome setting in the first place. Guess I am just lucky. Heh.

Now, what do I do about this dragon? This big a.s.s dragon that is taking up like a lot of s.p.a.ce right here in the mindscape. Well, not really as the mindscape is pretty big, but I like my privacy.

I reside right here in the mindscape of the host whenever I am not in the driver seat. It is like a second home to me. Actually, that a.n.a.logy makes no sense since each host has a different mindscape.

Hayate Ryoden is a bit more peaceful than Richard and Harry, but those two are really stressful about their normal life, and that stressfulness reflects within their state of mind.

Richard is actually a lot less stress now thanks to me helping him out and giving him a really awesome way to release all of that pent-up stresses as well as frustrations. Hah!

Harry will be too as soon as I finish with this Conquest. There is a strange timer though. About 22 hours remaining. Pretty sure it is impossible to beat this Conquest within a day, but whatever.

Before doing anything further, I materialize a cage around the dragon. A huge one. Oh, did I forgot to mention that I have the power to create whatever I want in the mindscape? It does take a bit of effort and imagination though.

And I cannot seem to create people. I mean I could, but they would not be actual people. They would be more like dolls with nothing inside. Maybe my imagination is not that great? I am not sure, but for things like a huge a.s.s iron cage, it does not really take that much effort.

I have to make sure that the cage is secure and solid before trying to wake the dragon up. Why would I need to do that, exactly? Well, it is for Hayate. I am actually helping him as having an awakened spirit will boost his fighting power greatly.

Since this is probably like a typical shounen manga, involving training montage or some s.h.i.+t along that line, Hayate will have to try and awaken his hidden power with a lot of pointless training and time with a bunch of girls. Somewhere secluded too, probably.

He can skip all of that with me, just to get to the awesome part. Yup. Seriously.

Just think of it like my payment for taking his body for a ride and making a much better use of his G.o.dly ability. The ability to turn every situation into a comedic ecchiness. Hah!

Oh. For his memory too. I learn everything there is to know about him, including his incredibly insane grandfather with unholy strength. There has to be a bada.s.s grandpa in this kind of setting. It is a battle manga after all.

Bada.s.s grandpa exists in normal books too. From the Lord of the Rings to Harry Potter. It is like a check point that any fantasy story has to make sure to check. Meh.

Anyway, once I have made sure the cage is secure and solid, I stand at a distant before basically tossing rocks at the dragon with all the intention of waking it up. That sounds like a horrible idea, but it is not like the worst idea ever.

Pretty sure Hayate has to do this one day. Not throwing rocks at his Battle Spirit, but something similar like what Naruto did to nine-tailed fox in his own series.

And with my strength, I can throw the bricks pretty hard and pretty far, but my aims sucks, so it takes more than a dozen tries before one land on its head.

That causes a small puff of smoke to escapes from the nostrils. It is still asleep, however, so that means I need a bigger rock. Several on the head seems to do it.

"Who the h.e.l.l did that!?"

The dragon roars and tries to stand up but hitting the ceiling of the cage instead. It also tries to spread its two enormous wings but finding that is not possible either.

"What is this!? Why am I caged? Let me out of this instantly or I will destroy you!"

The black dragon demands, rattling the cage. It seems like even with its strength, it cannot break free from the cage. Well. I have made sure each bar is as thick as its forearm. Overkill? Probably, but better safer than never.

Hah!

"No way. If I let you out, you will try to eat me. Probably."

I response and throw more rocks at it, smaller ones just to annoy it.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Do you know who I am? I am Ouroboros Ryoden, the Black Dragon of Annihilation. How dare you cage me up like a common pet!?"

Ouroboros roars and sends a blast at my way. Good thing I have put some points into my speed, which is sitting nicely at 17, making me incredibly fast and nimble. Therefore, as much as Ouroboros tries to turn me into fried chicken, it is in vain.

"Stay still you d.a.m.n monkey!"

Ouroboros roars and continues to snort flames, burning down everything in front. I notice that due to how tight the cage is, she is unable to target me clearly when I am standing on either her left or right side.

That means she will not able to hit me when I am standing behind her. Oh. Time for payback then. She is destroying my home after all. Not cool.

"You are a pet, you stupid dragon!"

I call out and give her a flying kick from behind. My strength is actually sitting at 20, but even so, it did not do any damage to Ouroboros. Her scale is exceedingly tough. As expect of a dragon.

"That tickles."

Ouroboros chuckles before trying to break free from the cage again, and I could see the steel bars are being bent. Unholy s.h.i.+t! More cages then! More and more!

Seeing more cages form around her ma.s.sive body, Ouroboros is shocked and surprised. Despite being unable to read her expression due to her being a dragon, I can read her thoughts, and I can understand why.

"You are my master? Impossible!"

Ah. I see. Only the host can control the mindscape, reforging it to whatever they need. While I am not Hayate, I am possessing him. His body and his mind. So, I am in control.

"Yup, and if you kill me, you will die too, stupid dragon."

I response before punching it a few more times. Using some spiritual energy now. It costs some s.e.xual points (SP) to use, but it seems to be a lot more effective.

Ouroboros roars in pain. More like moaning. Eh? Why is that the case? I punch her a few times more, spending 1SP each time. While not a lot, it does add up quickly. I only have like 60 left. I really need to collect more.

"What kind of energy are you channelling into me!?"

Ouroboros questions and tries to avoid my punch, but she is stuck in a cage. For a legendary spirit as powerful as her, she seems to be really weak. Maybe it has to do with my power?

And what she means by me channelling energy into her?

Does she mean my s.e.xual points? Eh? That is kind of cool. Awesomely cool. Somehow the Battle Spirit mechanic of this setting is interfering with my normal power thus changing its effect. Wow.

I shall call this the l.u.s.tful Style: The Perverted Fist. Hah! Well, everyone has their own style, so I should make my own too. Going to practice some more. I have a big a.s.s target to do it on as well.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

"Please stop! Please stop! Master! Please stop."

Ouroboros pleads desperately as I use her as a punching bag, sending s.e.xual energy into her with each thrust and punch. It becomes easier and easier with each thrust, as if her resistance is breaking down rapidly.

Awesome. Just f.u.c.king awesome! Hah!

Eventually, Ouroboros can only moans. Sheen of sweat is noted across every inch of her ma.s.sive body as a result of my pounding. I mean pounding with my hands. I mean. Wow. That comes out so wrong, and yet so right. Hah!

I stop when my SP is at 30. I need to save the rest just in case for emergency. All of my abilities require consumption of SP, and now my battle techniques too. I need to collect way more.

"Have you submitted, Ouro… Orobo? Whatever your name, have you submitted to me yet or should I keep punching you?"

I threaten, making sure my expression conveys my bulls.h.i.+t. It is the impression that count.

"I will never submit to you!"

Ouroboros calls out, but couple of punches with a lot more power this time. Like 2SP each makes her changes her mind. I am down to 23SP now. d.a.m.n. Getting really low here, but luckily the punches are a lot more effective, especially when she realizes I am holding back.

Well. Sort of. But honestly, it is what she believes that counts.

"d.a.m.n it. If I have access to my full power, I would not have submitted like this!"

Ouroboros groans, making me glare at her. She tenses up immediately, realizing that she cannot really defeat me as she is currently. She is still puzzled on how am able to control this mindscape despite she is inhabiting it.

I am not going to tell her about my power, obviously. It is foolish to.

"So, I know that you are like an ancient Battle Spirit that has been pa.s.sed down from one generation to the next within the Ryoden bloodline. d.a.m.n it, you are too big, so shrink down!"

I demand, not really sure if that is possible or not.

Ouroboros narrows her draconic eyes before shrinking down to a much smaller size. Like the size of a dog. Eh? She can do that? Cool. Makes thing a lot easier.

"Can you transform as well?"

I question and keep an eye on her thought bubble. People usually think the truth while speaking a lie, and for me to have the power to read thoughts allow me to be like the perfect lie detector.

"No. I cannot."

Ouroboros responses, and she earns another beating. Dropping my SP to 11.

She transforms into something that is far easier on the eyes. She is now a half-dragon humanoid. Black wavy hair, reaching down to her feet. Pitch-black eyes without any sign of emotion dwelling within.

Since she is aware about the perverseness nature of human, she decides to have no chest whatsoever, and she is wearing a fully dressed in a pink frilly layered robe with a red ribbon tied in a huge a.s.s bow right around her neck.

I swear she is like a cross between multiple anime girls. Ophis and Mavis? Actually, Akeno and Mito in the hallway too. Could it be a coincidence? Or maybe it is something else entirely? Didn't Ripley state something about the host having control of the setting?

Not important right now.

Of course, Ouroboros has horns above her head and a dragon tail hiding under her dress somewhere, due to her transformation.

"Orvis. Yeah, that is your name now."

I tell her before realizing Orvis means genitalia. It is not the real definition, but more like slang. Should have give her a better name, but whatever, any is better than her long a.s.s name.

"Orvis Ryoden?"

Orvis questions, rolling the words on her tongue. She decides she likes it as her name was given by the Ryoden along time ago. The first user of the Ryoden Style. That makes her thousands of years old.

"Yes. That is your name now. So, you know a lot about Battle Spirit, huh? Tell me everything you know about it. Do not skimp on the detail since I know when you are lying or not."

I tell her, and she did, but she did try to lie every now and then, causing me to punch. After the third time, she stops since the build up of s.e.xual Energy inside her is simply too much. It actually forces her onto the floor, panting heavily.

Good thing too since I am also out of SP. Well. I have 2SP left.

"What have you done to me? I am burning up… I have never felt something like this before."

Orvis meant to say she is feeling heat between her loin. She is aroused, like super aroused. My l.u.s.tful energy does have effect on her state, and currently, she is incredibly cute. Cute enough for me to like circle her with appreciation. Reaching out to pinch and tug her here and there.

Of course, she yelps and tries to smack my hands away, but despite being one of the strongest battle spirits ever, she is unable to focus her strength or power. Whatever this energy floating within her, it is disrupting her within.

Lucky for that or I would have lost a hand or two for all the playful nudging and groping. Would love it if she grows a pair of t.i.ts, but hey, flatness has a charm of its own. Hah!

Of course, having no chest does not mean I cannot grope them and knead them. Orvis learns that the moment I step into her personal s.p.a.ce from behind and reach my hand from her back to the front just to get to her chest.

"Ah? W-what are you doing!? I am a dragon. An ancient being of absolute power. I am not s-someone that you, ah! S-stop! Stop it!"

Orvis calls out, but I keep on grinning and continue to knead her small chest, digging my fingers deep into her flesh despite the fabric of her dress. I also nuzzle the back of her neck while pressing her back against me.

Those scaly dragon wings of her are kind of rough, and while it should be quite uncomfortable for me to molest her in this position, it is not. I actually like this since I have my share of big b.r.e.a.s.t.s girls from the last few days or so.

A change of b.o.o.b-size does make thing interesting. Hah!

In addition, it seems like I do not need to do much to make her utterly aroused thanks to all that l.u.s.tful energy I have pumped into her.

Knowing that, I vow to use the l.u.s.tful Fist for perverted mean. b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

I will need to train it a bit since I cannot put more than 3SP per punch. The more the better, especially when the target is hard to hit. Orvis is easy because she is imprisoned here in this mindscape. Also, in a cage before as well.

"M-master! Oh!"

Orvis utters. Her voice slurs as she falls back against my chest. Finally losing herself for a moment, and seeing that, I abruptly stop and pull myself away from her, making she blink.

"Why?"

Orvis questions before realizing what she had just said. That is so unlike her, who is an ancient dragon of unimaginable power. Of course, most of that power is currently sealed away simply because having too much power flowing through a body will be detrimental.

Thus, bada.s.s grandpa seals most of her power away until such time that Hayate can use it. Talk about bada.s.sery but thank you grandpa for giving me this chance to f.u.c.k a dragon. Hah!

"All in good time, Orvis. But business has to come first, and if you want to disperse that energy within you, you will tell me everything that I want to know."

I state as I look at her from the same eyelevel.

Although she is not aware of it, she is actually rubbing her thighs together in order to sate her burning desire. It seems that those l.u.s.tful energy are doing more than just making her aroused, and if I f.u.c.ked her, does that mean I would get them back?

With interest too, probably. Awesome!

Just awesome.

Of course, Orvis tell me what I want to know without hesitation. Not a single lie either since it is quite torturous for her remains h.o.r.n.y but unable to sate it. She even starts to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e, all while in front of me, but her fingers pale in comparison to what I can actually offer her.

Hah!

Still, without the frilly dress from before covering up her entire body, junior is trying to break right out of my pants. Her naked p.u.s.s.y lips are dripping with her warm juices, inviting a hungry smile to start to creep onto my face.

I love this setting. I really do. Hah!

Despite wanting to just f.u.c.k her, I try to play hard to get. The more I do, the more she wants me. I will harvest it when it is truly ripened. It should not take long.

"So, Orvis, thank you for all of that, and as long as you are submissive to me, I will take care of you and protect you, making sure you get all of your power back again."

I tell her, making her blushes deeply. First time she had blushes willingly, and she knows it too. As her head ducks down, I reach out and hold her chin up, lifting her face to meet mine and then without any more f.u.c.king around, I give her a kiss.

Soundly on the mouth.

Never kiss a dragon before, and it probably will not be the last. Definitely.

Orvis melts into the kiss, as her pouty lips part so my tongue could push inside her maw. I fear for just a second due to how sharp her teeth are, but she takes great care not to harm me. Whimpering, Orvis pushes back and presses her lips onto mine insistently. Extremely needy.

Wow. Just wow. She has fallen. What bulls.h.i.+t ancient power? Deep down, she is just a girl who wants to be f.u.c.ked. Hah!

When I finally pull back and away from her lips to stand upright, Orvis is left flailing.

She almost falls backwards due to the incredible kiss, and the l.u.s.tful energy flowing within her body is no longer like a raging river.

It is actually more like a smoothing stream. So very pleasant. She moans in the process, making a grin plasters across my face.

"Do you want more, Orvis?"

I question while looking down at her. Junior is really fighting hard in my pant. I mean really hard since it is starting to hurt. d.a.m.n. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"Yes. Master. I want more. Please give me more."

Orvis calls out, pleadingly. Desperately. She does not understand why, but whenever she touches me, her body is filled with indescribable pleasantness. It is quite addicting.

And since Orvis is already sitting on the ground, it did not take more than a few seconds for me to lay my big fat throbbing hard c.o.c.k across her face. She immediately breathes in the delicious scent before inhaling deeply and leaning back just to take the tip of my c.o.c.k between her lips.

Just so Orvis can reverently suck on it. Hah!