Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 217: I’m Always Prepared For You

#Dream World—

"Ugh, fuck, what am I supposed to do with my life now."

I lay alone on the bed in a daze. Boldly throwing my resignation letter and leaving was all well and good, but now that I was trying to get back into the job market, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

[Kid, if you’re out in society, you gotta put up with that much!]

My parents scolded me for not being able to endure it and losing my temper. They’d clearly forgotten how they punished me as a child for not standing up against injustice.

"Ah, whatever."

I stared blankly at my smartphone and sat up. Having had no reason to go out for several days, I’d been lounging around the house, and when I sat up, my beard was scraggly and my hair was greasy. If I met anyone in this state, my image would definitely be ruined.

Ring ring. Ring ring.

"...Huh?"

An alarm went off on my smartphone. Who the hell was contacting me in the evening? I nervously checked my smartphone.

Shaitan - video call request pending.

"Oh shit...."

I never imagined someone would contact me first, especially a woman, a beautiful one at that, and none other than Shaitan herself calling me for a video call. I hurriedly pulled on a baseball cap and tilted the screen up slightly.

[Master, are you outside?]

"N-no. Just. What’s up?"

[Hmm.... You don’t have to have business to call, do you? Between us.]

What kind of relationship were we? We’d left the company together—though saying we got fired would be more accurate—and burned through one night in the same bed. Not even three days had passed since then, and we’d only exchanged a few texts.

’If I’d known, I would’ve showered and been ready.’

[Master, you’re home right now, right?]

"Y-yeah, that’s right."

[Then I’ll come up right away.]

"What? Where are you right now?"

[I’m at the mart near your place, Master.]

"...."

Shaitan hung up with a fresh smile. I hurriedly threw off my cap and started frantically cleaning the house. I shoved scattered clothes wherever they’d fit and quickly erased the traces of delivery food and beer cans I’d ordered in frustration.

’My hair!’

Beep, beep beep, beep. Click.

"Hello, Master."

"...Huh?"

Shaitan opened the door far too easily. Entering my place in a suit just like when I saw her at the company, Shaitan looked me over and smiled casually.

"Excuse me. Have you eaten?"

"N-no."

"Then I’ll prepare something. Hoho, want to wash up in the meantime?"

Shaitan put the groceries in a volume-based trash bag in the kitchen and brought her face close to mine. Purple eyes fixed on me.

"I...already washed up, you know?"

"...."

I immediately went in and started washing thoroughly. When I glanced at the items in the bag, Shaitan had even brought instant ramen, probably planning to eat it tomorrow morning before leaving. Even if it was my delusion, I was planning to feed her ramen before sending her off.

’What the hell is going on?’

Had I given her my address, even the door code, while I was sleeping? Feeling uncertain, I squeezed out body wash foam and scrubbed my whole body. A strong lavender scent started wafting from my body. It felt like Shaitan was staying by my side somehow.

"...What the hell is this?"

I dried myself completely and came out. I thought I’d washed for quite a while, and Shaitan had cleaned the house spotlessly and was sitting demurely on the bed. The kitchen was organized too, but there were no signs of cooking.

"...You said we’d eat dinner?"

"You’re hungry, aren’t you, Master?"

Shaitan collapsed onto the bed and smiled broadly.

"Want to eat?"

"...Of course. But Shaitan."

I gulped at the black stockings hanging down below the edge of the bed. The stockings that revealed her slender curves were somehow drawing my gaze.

"C-can you do me a favor?"

"Just say anything, Master."

"Then, well...."

I whispered carefully into Shaitan’s ear. Shaitan looked at me for a moment, then laughed with a "pfft" and put her arms behind her back.

"Take it out."

"R-right."

I pulled down my cotton pants along with my underwear. My already fully erect dick was giving off a strong lavender scent, and Shaitan grabbed my dick between both feet while still wearing her black stockings.

"I never imagined Master would have this kind of taste."

"A footjob from feet in stockings...I always wanted to try it once."

I revealed my desire without reservation. For some reason, I felt like it would be okay to show my true self to Shaitan, and Shaitan had no hesitation about my request either.

"Then that’s fortunate. ...I’ve also wanted to try this with you once, Master."

Shaitan slowly pulled her knees toward herself. Her feet set up parallel pulled toward Shaitan, and at the same time, both sides of my dick were caught between Shaitan’s soft soles and rubbed once.

"Haaah."

I shivered at the footwork that seemed to slowly extract semen from my dick. As expected, Shaitan was an experienced woman. If there were professionals in sexual acts, Shaitan was probably a national-level player, if not world-class.

"Hoho."

Shaitan smiled and lifted one foot. Then she gently grasped my glans with her big toe and index toe. Her toes without a single callus were soft like a cat’s paw pads.

Squeeze.

"Huck?!"

Shaitan clenched her toes and gripped my glans tight. Then she started twisting my dick like handling a joystick.

360 degrees clockwise in a big circle, then twice counterclockwise. Zigzagging brushstrokes from bottom to top, then drawing V-shapes repeatedly while rotating again.

My vision went white from the stimulation of my entire dick moving. I hadn’t ejaculated yet, but I came silently from that stimulation.

"Hoho, does it feel good?"

Squeak, squeak.

The precum flowing from my urethra smeared on Shaitan’s stockings and glistened. Shaitan used that precum as lubricant and began attacking my dick more aggressively with her feet.

"Master, just feel and enjoy."

Shaitan grabbed my dick between both feet like a sausage in a hot dog. Her horizontal feet moved back and forth independently, rubbing the sides of my penis.

"Haa...so good."

"What’s good?"

"An OL stocking footjob. How could it not be good? Especially with you doing it."

"...Puhehe, then Master."

Shaitan pressed her big toe into the root below my dick and pushed up very slowly. Following the pressure of her toes, my member began rising toward the ceiling.

"You’re quite angry, aren’t you?"

"O-of course."

"Then naturally you should fuck...."

Squeak, squeak.

Shaitan wrapped my member with both feet and started shaking it back and forth in earnest. Usually footjobs involve the woman on top looking down at the man below, but with me standing and Shaitan lying down using her feet, it felt somehow new.

"Will you fuck me? Hoho. Or...."

Squeak. Shaitan pressed her toes and heel together, catching my dick between her feet.

"Doesn’t this feel just like there?"

Whether because of the curved sole’s shape or the position, the pervert in my head was perceiving her sole like a pussy mound. I unconsciously swayed my hips slightly back and forth at the dizzying sensation.

"Haah."

The stocking-clad feet that had just been walking outside and came out of shoes were warm, and if not for the fabric texture, it would feel like I was really fucking some hole. And the situation didn’t end with just slowly thrusting into the foot hole.

"Now I’ll do this properly. I trust you know where to do it if you want to cum. Hoho."

Squeeze!

Shaitan pressed her sole against my pubic bone and pushed my dick away. Then she pulled slightly and rapidly moved her feet back and forth, stimulating my penis.

Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap!

"Huuuck."

I nearly lost my breath. Shaitan’s footjob was incredibly intense. Even the technique of using her toes like fingers in between was indescribably amazing.

"This is the last, prepare...to ejaculate."

Shaitan placed my member between her big toe and index toe. Then she used her remaining toes to press my glans, urging ejaculation.

"Master, shoot!"

"Haaaack?!"

I screamed as if my essence was being forcibly extracted. The semen sucked from my balls hit Shaitan’s soles, and not stopping there, splattered over Shaitan’s black stockings.

"Wh-what is...?"

It was such a massive amount it was hard to believe it came from a human. Enough to fill at least two or three shot glasses. I got goosebumps wondering if I’d always had this much vitality.

"Haa, haa."

Shaitan rubbed her legs together and began spreading my semen from her stockings all over her legs.

"Master’s...seems good for skin care."

"Ugh."

Shaitan pressed her feet together and showed off the semen splattered over her lower body. While doing so, she spread her legs slightly left and right, pointing to the inside that had been hidden in the skirt’s shadow.

"You can still do more, right?"

"Shaitan."

I knelt in front of Shaitan and placed my hands over her groin.

"I’ll really take responsibility for you for life."

"...Hoho."

Shaitan only smiled. I grabbed and twisted the stockings covering Shaitan’s secret place with my sincere feelings.

Riiip.

A hole formed in the stockings. My mouth went dry at the deep purple underwear beneath the hole. I didn’t want to take them off, but I had to remove them to explore inside.

"Master, look closely."

"Huh...?"

I pulled the panties draped over the mound slightly left and right. Then the panties split lengthwise like the Red Sea, fully revealing Shaitan’s flesh.

"They’re victory underwear."

"...You were totally planning to do it from the start, huh?"

"Of course."

Shaitan lifted her lower body by grabbing her hamstrings herself.

"I’m always prepared for you, Master."

"...Kheup."

Tears welled up in my eyes. There was only one thing I could do for Shaitan.

"I’ll send you off properly, so enjoy it. Got it?"

"Of course. ...Please fuck me quickly, Master."

I fucked and fucked and fucked again until Shaitan’s black stockings turned white.

***

"Was it good, mister?"

"The best...."

Foot Jabbrer stroked the head of the woman lying next to him. The woman trembled while being stroked by Foot Jabbrer, naked except for the ear decorations she’d removed.

"Nice. It was really good doing it with a person after so long."

"...After so long? A person?"

"Ah. ...I was starving. Hoho."

It seemed like she’d dodged the question somehow, but Foot Jabbrer decided not to say anything.

"But miss fairy, is this really all? Just like this?"

"What? Can you still do more? It won’t even stand up anymore."

"...That hurts my pride a bit, but don’t I have to pay or something?"

"Pfft."

The rabbit fairy covered her mouth and giggled.

"There’s nothing like that here. I invited you because I wanted to. It’s just a place where you can enjoy casually anytime. Yeah, freely if you want. With anyone."

The rabbit fairy got up from the bed and approached the table. She’d removed all her clothes, but at Foot Jabbrer’s request, she kept on only the stockings stained with semen.

"Ah, found it."

The rabbit fairy rustled and pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer under the table. Then she applied something red from in front of the mirror to her lips and kissed the paper.

"Here, coupon book."

"What?"

"It’s called a coupon book. Every time you come, you’ll get a stamp like this. If you collect them all...hoho, on that day you’ll have a chance to do whatever you want with the fairy."

"I see...."

Foot Jabbrer realized the true nature of the coupon book. It was a devious method to make those who found one visit insufficient keep coming back.

"Can I meet you if I come next time?"

"Hmm, well? Today I invited you because I wanted to, but next time there’ll be real ’pros’ waiting."

"Real pros...?"

"Yeah, yeah. Tough ladies with techniques that can’t even compare to me. So, wanna try it once?"

Foot Jabbrer gulped as he watched the woman sit on the table and raise and lower her feet. Because of those moderately large and soft feet, he’d tasted heaven. Even if he met someone else, how good could it really be?

"...No, I want to do it with you later."

"You’re gonna ask to be stepped on with feet again then?"

"Of course."

"Sure. Then sleep well. You don’t have to go down today."

"Sleep? No, I have to guard...duty...."

Was it because it had been so long? Foot Jabbrer quietly fell asleep.

[I’m sorry, honey! I won’t do it again!]

[Hehe, who’s your honey! You bitch who ran off with a kid who’s still wet behind the ears! Because of you, Hand grew up without a mother!]

And in his dream, he took revenge by fucking his runaway wife in front of the young man watching. In reality, he quietly shed tears, lost in happiness even if just in a dream.