Kobold Delivery System: The Goddesses Won't Leave me Alone!-Chapter 153: vv

Dale felt the ache deep in his thighs and calves, a dull burn that hadn’t faded since the last thrust.

His cock was still half-hard inside Lila when Maria’s voice cut through the heavy barn air.

"How did you do that?"

Her tone was flat, curious in the way a blade is curious about flesh.

Dale’s pulse kicked harder against his ribs. He kept his face blank and met her eyes.

He needed to hide it. The power. Whatever it was.

Until he was strong enough that Maria, no matter how vicious, couldn’t simply crush him.

He remembered the moment she had slammed both feet into the floorboards. The wood had cracked like dry bone. Splinters had flown.

That strength was leagues beyond anything human he had ever seen.

If they fought now, even if he pulled some desperate trick, she would kill him without effort. He knew it in his marrow.

He looked at her again.

"I wanted to show you I’m competent," he said. "That I can breed the cow-woman properly. All of them."

Maria’s lips curved into a cruel, satisfied smile.

"Good. Because I would have whipped you bloody if you failed."

She stopped. Tilted her head.

"Dinner is ready."

A chill slid down the length of Dale’s spine, sudden and sharp, like cold metal dragged along his back.

"But..." she continued, smile widening, "you have to earn it."

His heart dropped into his stomach.

He forced his face to stay still, gave one short nod.

For now he would obey. He would follow every order, swallow every humiliation, and quietly build strength.

When he had enough power he would take revenge. No rushed moves.

Not here. Not when he was trapped in this hostile place, collared as a sex slave to an evil woman, forced to fight for something as basic as food.

And worse, he didn’t even have the full memories of whoever this body had belonged to before.

One wrong judgment, one misstep, and he would pay in blood.

Maria’s smile deepened, eyes glittering.

"Today you were slow. That deserves punishment. But I’ll let it pass... if you complete my request."

She pointed at Lila, still impaled on him, legs loosely hooked around his hips.

"Lift her. Keep your dick buried in her pussy the whole time. Carry her body fully off the ground and make ten laps across the barn."

Before he could respond the system chimed inside his skull.

Quest: Finish Maria’s request (1★)

Complete her command or your body will begin self-bleeding.

Time limit: 30 minutes before internal hemorrhage begins.

Rewards: 3 STR, 2 END

His heart sank lower.

Not just lift a full-grown woman with his cock inside her, but run ten laps across the wide barn while doing it.

He scanned the space again. Easily twenty meters long. Ten laps meant two hundred meters.

And he was already starving, legs trembling from earlier exertion.

He looked back at Maria.

She was watching his face, openly enjoying every flicker of dread.

If he begged her to reduce it, the whip would come down instantly.

He swallowed, nodded, and stepped toward Lila.

He hooked his arms under her thighs, palms cupping the undersides of her knees, and lifted.

Her weight settled onto his cock like a vise.

The first lap began.

He tried to think efficiently, shift her mass, keep his spine neutral, breathe through the nose. Anything to waste less energy.

By the end of the first lap his chest was heaving. Lungs burned. Vision wavered at the edges.

He forced his eyes to stay open.

As he moved he kept calculating.

If he angled his hips just right on each step, if he rolled his pelvis forward in time with her body’s bounce, he could grind against the front wall of her cunt.

Maybe make her come. Maybe earn points.

Maria watched from the side, arms crossed.

When he was nearing the eighth lap her expression soured.

She grabbed a wooden bucket, walked to the center of the floor, and dumped a full load of cold water across the boards.

The liquid spread in a wide, slick sheet.

Dale cursed under his breath. He glared at her.

She noticed.

The whip cracked against the ground, once, hard. Dust jumped.

He held the glare. Three full minutes. Eyes locked. Neither blinked.

Then he broke it off.

Focus on not falling. That was all that mattered now.

He started again, placing each step deliberately.

Center of gravity over the feet. No leaning. Steady.

If he slipped now he wouldn’t get up.

The quest would fail. He would bleed out internally and die on this wet floor.

Fear clawed at his throat.

Useless.

He forced long, even breaths and kept moving.

Lila moaned loudly with every stride, her cunt clenching around him in wet pulses.

By the tenth lap he stopped in the center, cock still rigid and buried to the root inside her.

Sweat poured off his face, chest, arms. His legs shook violently.

Lila had squirted three times during the run. The system had chimed each time.

+1 point

+1 point

+1 point

He should have hated this, being forced, used, degraded.

Instead heat curled low in his gut.

He liked holding her like this. Liked the way her body trembled when he bottomed out.

Liked the points even more.

Maria stared at him a long moment.

Her gaze dropped to his glistening cock, still stretching Lila open.

She licked her lips once, slow, then caught herself.

Her face hardened again.

She was the master. She would never show weakness. Not in front of a slave.

She smirked, turned, and walked out of the barn toward the house without another word.

Lila, still wrapped around him, looked up with worry in her eyes.

An hour later Dale opened his eyes again. Consciousness returned slowly.

His body felt like lead.

The first thing he saw was Lila’s face hovering close, checking him.

"I’m okay," he rasped. "Going to get dinner now."

He pushed himself upright. Legs protested.

He ignored them and walked out of the barn toward the house.

In the kitchen Maria sat at the table, eating.

She stood when he entered, picked up a chipped plate, and dropped it in front of him.

A handful of cold, smelly potatoes and a hunk of stale bread.

"This is yours."

His stomach growled loudly at the sight.

He noticed the way her eyes flicked to his groin, lingering, before returning to his face.

A small smirk tugged at his mouth.

She was starting to want it. Only a matter of time before she broke and climbed onto his cock herself.

"I’m heading back to the barn," he said.

Maria smiled wider.

"I never get tired of that reaction."

He left the house, crossed the yard, stepped back into the barn.

He grabbed a bucket from the side, filled it with water from the trough, and sat on a low crate.

He tore pieces of the cold bread, dipped them in the water, and chewed slowly.

His eyes drifted to the system interface. The quest was marked repeatable.

He still didn’t know why the system had chosen him.

Didn’t matter.

He would use it. Climb from sex slave to the top, no matter how long it took.

He looked toward the row of cow-women.

He would breed them. All of them. As hard and as often as he could.

At the same time he remembered the cow-woman he had been fucking named Lila.

He stood up, bread in one hand, bucket of water in the other, and started walking toward her.

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