The overgrown bushes near the abandoned train station rustled loudly in the midnight breeze. The air was sharp and cold, smelling heavily of wild pine and the sour sting of the spilled sake Kobayashi had been chugging.
While Kobayashi drunkenly promised that she would drag him into those very bushes and fuck him right then and there, Suzuki forcefully held her back. His mind was screaming. Having outdoor sex was already a risky endeavor, but doing it directly in front of the colossal, mythological dragon looming over them was absolute suicide.
Yet, amid the sheer terror of the moment, a warm, comforting sensation pulsed in Suzuki's chest. He let out a shaky breath of relief as he felt the presence of the Holy Sword he had just acquired. It hadn't vanished; instead, the blade had shattered into a shower of gentle, golden light, absorbing directly into his body.
Because it was a divine weapon forged by a god from another world, it had bound itself directly to his soul. Thanks to the Manager's knowledge, Suzuki understood exactly how it worked. It was uncannily similar to a Sacred Gear from the world of DxD—a living weapon tethered to the host's mind until death. Part of him mused that if it was a living entity, having it manifest as a beautiful woman would be ideal. He had no idea how much that casual, passing thought would change his future, but right now, he didn't have the luxury to daydream.
His eyes were locked entirely on the gigantic Western Dragon blocking out the moonlight.
Tohru.
In the original story, she was the heroine, but standing before her in reality was a completely different experience. Unlike Kobayashi—who was completely blacked out, her mind snapped by corporate stress and alcohol—Suzuki was stone-cold sober. He had just wanted a normal, peaceful life making money and surviving.
Instead, he was stranded in a dark forest, fending off a horny senior, and staring down a beast of legend.
"Alright, enough waiting! To the bushes!"
Before Suzuki could even blink, Kobayashi lunged. With a vicious yank, she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. The freezing night air hit his bare skin, instantly exposing his manhood to the elements—and to the dragon.
"O-Oi! What are you—!"
"Oh? You're still soft?" Kobayashi giggled, a degenerate, sloppy smirk on her flushed face. "Don't worry, Suzuki-kun. I'll make it nice and hard for you."
"Wait! Wait, Senpai! There is a literal dragon right there! Watch what you're doing!"
Kobayashi didn't listen. It was impossible for him to push her away roughly without hurting her, and he was terrified she might accidentally bite him if he struggled too much. But the moment her soft, incredibly warm mouth engulfed him, his protests died in his throat. The wet, slurping sounds echoed loudly in the quiet forest. Her tongue swirled with desperate, drunken hunger, and combined with the sheer absurdity of the situation, his body betrayed him. He hardened fiercely, standing tall and proud like the mighty spear of Longinus meant to pierce the heavens.
"Mmh! Now, that's good!" Kobayashi hummed happily against him. In her drunken stupor, she completely believed she was in a wild dream. The dragon didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure and the delicious taste of the man in front of her.
"...Are you really not going to say anything?" Suzuki choked out, his face burning red.
His absolute focus was on the massive reptilian eyes staring unblinkingly at him. There he was, fully exposed from the waist down, getting a sloppy blowjob from his senior while a creature of mass destruction watched in silence.
"Do not worry about me," a deep, echoing voice rumbled from the beast, shaking the leaves around them. "I know full well how hard it is to stop when a female is in heat."
"..." Suzuki was completely speechless.
There were a million things he wanted to scream, but the common sense of a dragon was lightyears away from a human's. To a dragon, wearing clothes was an unnatural concept anyway. Tohru was entirely naked beneath her scales, and as a creature of primal instincts, she completely understood the irresistible urge to mate. That was why she didn't interrupt the two humans who had just saved her.
"But... yours is quite impressive," the dragon suddenly added, tilting her massive head. "It stands at attention like a holy sword."
"....."
Was my dick really that impressive?
Suzuki wasn't sure if he should be terrified or flattered. Hearing praise from a creature of that magnitude sparked a strange, primal pride in his chest. Sure, compared to a dragon it was nothing, but for a human? It had to be impressive, or else Kobayashi's petite body wouldn't be trembling so hard as she serviced him.
"Right?!" Kobayashi suddenly popped off of him, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She puffed out her chest proudly, looking up at the terrifying beast. "Among all humans, Suzuki-kun is the most impressive! So... do you want to try him, Dragon?"
"...." Suzuki's soul nearly left his body. Oi, oi, oi!
"You're a female, right? Can you change into a human form?" Kobayashi demanded, her words slurring together as she completely ignored Suzuki's horrified gaze.
"Well... I can."
With a flash of brilliant light that forced Suzuki to squint, the towering beast vanished. In her place stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had long, flowing blonde hair that faded into vibrant orange tips, and small golden horns curling from her head. But what immediately caught Suzuki's eye was her figure.
She was only draped in a tattered piece of dark fabric, leaving her massive, heavy D-cup breasts completely exposed to the cool air. Her skin was pale and flawless, and a thick, intoxicatingly sweet scent—a dragon's pheromones—washed over Suzuki, making his head spin and his arousal spike to painful levels.
He suddenly remembered the experiences of the Tensura Suzuki. If a mere dryad could drain a man dry, what the hell would a dragon do?!
But before he could even attempt to stop the madness, Kobayashi lunged forward. "Oh~! You're gorgeous! Your boobs are huge! Let me squeeze them!"
"Okay," Tohru replied flatly.
"...." Suzuki stood frozen, pants around his ankles, watching in absolute disbelief as his drunken senior began eagerly groping and fondling the dragon girl's massive breasts. The soft squish of flesh filled the air, and Tohru let it happen without an ounce of shame, her fiery red-orange eyes still locked onto Suzuki.
Am I the weird one here? Why is everything suddenly so unbelievably perverted?!
"Anyway, are you a virgin?" Kobayashi asked, shamelessly pinching Tohru's pink peaks.
"I should be," Tohru nodded. Despite having many suitors in her realm, she had never mated.
"Then that's a total waste!" Kobayashi declared. "You should lose it right here! And let me tell you, he's better than anyone. You should have sex with him—I guarantee you won't ever be satisfied with anyone else after!"
"Really?" Tohru looked doubtful, her gaze trailing down to Suzuki's hardened member. She knew the immense, crushing difference in power between a fragile human and a dragon. Would he even survive?
Suzuki didn't get angry at her doubt. He was a realist. If he actually dared to stick it into a dragon, what would happen to him? Would it be crushed? Would he die of exhaustion?
But Kobayashi, deeply offended on his behalf, stomped her foot. "He might be a human, but his might is as almighty as the holy sword! Look, if you go back to your world, you might die at any moment, right? So you might as well try it with us, and just live with us instead!"
"Live with you two?" Tohru blinked, a dazed look crossing her beautiful face.
"Yeah! Do you even have a home?" Kobayashi asked, her drunken tone softening just a fraction.
"N-No... I-I don't have a home..." Tohru looked down, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn't go back. Everyone thought she was dead; returning would only put a target on her back.
"Then come with us! Mate with him, and become my maid!"
While Kobayashi enthusiastically planned out their future, Suzuki finally found his voice. "Wait, Senpai. I don't mind her staying with us, or being a maid... but I seriously don't think it's physically possible for me to mate with her!"
"What? Are you scared?" Kobayashi turned to him, pouring the last of her sake down her throat. "I never expected you to be such a chicken, Suzuki-kun. As a man, you need a dream! Be a hero! Slay the dragon! Show her your mighty power!"
There were so many things Suzuki wanted to argue. Yet, feeling the heavy, throbbing ache in his groin, and breathing in the intoxicating, musky pheromones radiating from Tohru's bare, flushed skin, his hesitation began to crumble. Their eyes met. He knew this could easily kill him.
But before he could back out, Kobayashi grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, forcing a mouthful of burning, fiery alcohol down his throat.
"For now, let's just release all this pent-up stress!" Kobayashi yelled, her clothes already halfway off. "Let's go all out! Get crazy! Release everything!"
The alcohol hit Suzuki's bloodstream like a match hitting gasoline. His rationality finally snapped.
He threw himself into the fray, using every ounce of strength and technique he possessed to handle the two women. While it was incredibly easy to overwhelm the drunken Kobayashi, pinning her down and making her whimper with pleasure, Tohru was a terrifyingly formidable opponent. Her grip was like a vice, her body burning with a desperate, crushing heat.
But he was a man. If he backed down from a challenge like this, he'd might as well cut his own dick off!
He charged forward, driving himself deep into the dragon's uncharted depths. He felt like a tiny boat being battered by a fierce, unrelenting storm, desperately holding on and fighting to keep his balance. With every thrust, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh echoed through the dark woods, mixing with Tohru's surprised, breathless moans. He was going to show this dragon that human men weren't weak!
As the legendary, chaotic battle between human and dragon unfolded in the bushes, an exhausted, thoroughly satisfied Kobayashi watched from the sidelines, her eyes wide with drunken amazement.
Suzuki felt like his hips were going to shatter, his breath ragged and his body pushed to the absolute brink of death. Yet Tohru, who had finally found a place to belong, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, obsessively drawing him deeper in a way that made his very soul shudder.
If he actually survived this night, he could proudly declare himself the only human in history to fight a dragon to a sexual draw!