SSS-Rank Pervert: Reincarnated in the World of Summoners

Charlotte stood frozen for several seconds. Processing. Computing. Then her brain finally caught up with what I had just asked.

Lightning mana sparked to life across her hands. She came at me with murder practically leaking from her eyes.

But before she could even close the gap, my hand shot beneath the bedsheet. Security concerns had taught me a valuable habit. Always keep your weapon close.

My axe swung out and stopped right beside her neck.

She froze. Petrified. The lightning in her hands dying instantly.

"Looks like you want me to finish what I wasn’t able to in our lovely fight."

Silence. Just the faint hum of residual mana leaving her palms.

Then I dropped the axe. It landed right beside her feet with a heavy thud.

THUNK.

I fell back on the bed. Relaxed. Hands behind my head.

"I’m sorry, my love. You know I have some anger issues. Sometimes I go overboard." I waved a hand lazily. "But don’t take it seriously, alright? You and I both know we can’t lay a hand on each other."

I looked at the ceiling. "We’re heroes after all. If one of us went missing, there would be chaos. And the moment the Holy Order finds out, it would be a brutal death for the killer."

I glanced at her sideways. "So I won’t want that. And I can tell neither will you. Even knowing your future is sitting in my iconic performance tomorrow."

She hissed. Venom dripping from every word.

"What is it that’s making a coward like you so high and mighty? Has your recent lucky win filled up your head?" Her jaw tightened. "Is that the same reason you’re forgetting your place?"

Her voice hardened further.

"Deculein. I am giving you one last option. Withdraw from whatever you are trying to do."

I tilted my head. "Hey, didn’t we already come to a deal? You suck my dick and I suck away all your sins. The crimes you committed against me."

Her hand shot forward and grabbed my collar. Fury burning in those eyes. "You..."

"Darling." I cut her off. "You grabbed the wrong thing."

I seized both her hands. Tight. Forced them downward toward my crotch. Her fingers met the hardness waiting there.

"Right here." I pressed her palm against it. "Oh, didn’t you say something about me forgetting my place? Well, I might have forgotten mine. But I can assure you I know yours. And it’s right here."

She was at her peak of rage as I glided her hand along my rock hard cock straining against the fabric. Her teeth were grinding so loud I could hear them.

"How dare you touch me with your filthy hands." She spat each word. "And your pathetic, disgusting cock."

I leaned back on the bed. Let go of her completely.

"Then screw it. Let’s cancel your payment. Let’s cancel the whole deal where I shut my mouth for you." I stared at the ceiling with a lazy grin. "And then let’s see just how much ruin I can make of your life."

The silence that followed was deafening.

She was cursing me from every cell of her body. Every fiber of her royal pride was screaming at her to walk out.

But she didn’t.

A hand came forward. Rough. Aggressive. It grabbed my zipper and yanked it down. That same hand pushed past the fabric, fingers searching until they found the waistband of my underwear. She gripped it and pulled.

My cock sprang free. Hard. Throbbing. Standing at full attention.

Her face twisted with pure disgust as her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

"You will pay for this."

She squeezed. Hard enough to make me wince.

"And don’t think for a second that this will be over after tonight."

I smiled through the sting. "Oh yeah. I totally forgot to mention. The transaction is only complete when it’s actually finished. When you make me cum. Either in your mouth or elsewhere."

I could feel the crushing strength radiating through her grip. The pain was sharp. But she was holding herself back. Convincing herself that this was just one bad night. One terrible evening she could put behind her.

Little did she know what I had prepared for her throughout my remaining time in this doomed world.

Then she started stroking. Fast. Aggressive. Like she was trying to take revenge on my poor dick rather than pleasure it. The friction was brutal. It felt like the skin connecting my shaft to my tip would snap clean off.

"Hey, honey." I winced softly. "You seem quite impatient for my dick. Don’t be so hasty. There’s no fun in that."

I reached forward and stroked her hair back. Tucked it behind her ear. Playful. Gentle. A contrast to everything happening below.

"And just to warn you. First and last time. I won’t tolerate you thinking yourself superior here. You’re a slave right now. Mine. And you will do whatever I tell you to do."

My fingers traced down her jawline.

"If I say bark, you bark. If I say give me a rimjob, you get to work. If I say piss right here, you squat without question. And if I tell you to spread your legs, you’ll be found welcoming me."

The horror that washed across her face was worth every ounce of pain my dick was enduring.

"What?" Her voice cracked. "Why... why would I do that? You said I just have to make you cum. Give a blowjob. That was the deal."

I blinked. Innocent. Confused.

"Did I really say that? No way. No way someone would ask for just that tiny little trade to save one royal ass from complete destruction."

She released my cock. Started rising from her kneeling position.

I didn’t let her.

Both my legs shot onto her shoulders. The weight forced her back down to her knees. She looked at my feet pressing against her like she was staring at the filthiest thing in existence.

Before she could react, I leaned forward. Grabbed her face with both hands. Poked my two thumbs past her lips and into her mouth, stretching it open.

"Enough of your tantrums, you bitch." My voice dropped all playfulness. Pure anger. "I’m done playing with you. Any more bullshit that pisses me off and I’m kicking your ass out of my room."

Saliva dripped from the corners of her forced-open mouth.

"And don’t think so highly of your pathetic body that you actually believe it’s some kind of equal trade. I only settled on this because I didn’t have anything better to ask from you in the moment. Not because you’re some stunner I was craving. It’s just that I figured this would be the greatest humiliation."

I released her face.

"So walk off if you can’t be a good girl who surrenders herself completely. Go ahead. And face the consequences tomorrow."

She clenched her fists. Knuckles white. Her entire body trembling with rage and something worse. Helplessness.

More than a minute passed.

Then her hand reached forward. Wrapped around my cock again. And her mouth followed.

My dick sank into the warm, wet cave of her mouth. Her lips sealed around my shaft tight. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, that soft scaly tissue rubbing vigorously against my sensitive skin.

SHLURP. SHLURP. SHLURP.

She was doing everything she could to end this fast. Her hand stroked the base while her mouth worked the top. Her head bobbed with desperate speed. Even her tongue was cooperating, swirling and dragging across every ridge and vein.

She wanted this over. And she was throwing every ounce of effort into making that happen.

Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked backward.

My cock left her mouth with a wet pop. Strings of saliva stretched between her lips and my glistening tip, trembling in the air before breaking apart.

PLOP.

Her eyes met mine. Forced upward by the grip in her hair. Watery. Furious.

"No sweetheart." I wiped a thread of spit from her chin with my thumb. "You can’t just get rid of me that easily. We have a lot of things to do. And a lot of time to enjoy together."

I released her and laid back on the bed again. Tilted my head sideways to watch her like I was settling in for a movie.

"Now how about you strip first? Before we proceed with our lovely time together."

She rose to her feet. Fists still clenched. Jaw locked.

Then something broke behind her eyes. A resolve that tasted like poison but she swallowed it anyway.

Her academy jacket came off first. Tossed aside. Then her fingers worked the buttons of her shirt. One by one. The fabric parted, revealing a maroon bra holding her perfectly shaped, ripe tits in place.

My eyes dropped lower. A clear gesture.

She followed the command. Her hands found the button of her pants. Undid it. Then both palms slid to the sides and pushed the fabric down. She bent forward as she stepped out of them and the angle gave me a full view of her cleavage. Those pale, royal curves pressed together by that maroon bra.

Seeing this body, my lust climbed to a level I wasn’t prepared for. Her skin was flawless. Pale like porcelain. Even her face looked punchable in the most attractive way possible.

I got up from the bed and walked toward her. My hand found her shoulder. Then traveled downward. Slowly. Tracing along her smooth skin. Over her collarbone. Down between the valley of her breasts.

She tried to resist. Her muscles tensed. But she stopped herself halfway. Because she had no other choice.

I could see the regret flooding her eyes. She closed them. Shut me out from the only window I had into her pain.

But I didn’t stop.

I moved behind her. My eyes scanning every inch of her body. My fingers trailing along her spine. Down to the small of her back. Then slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

My hand squeezed her ass. Full. Firm. Royal flesh in my grip.

Then I pulled the panties down and let them pool at her feet.

From behind, her pussy was on full display. Pink. Pristine. The kind of sight that could make a man drop to his knees in worship.

My fingers reached between her thighs. Found her outer lips. And stretched them apart.

Her body jerked at the contact. A sharp inhale cutting through the silence.

I leaned in. My lips brushing against her ear. Close enough for her to feel every syllable vibrate against her skin.

And with a grin that she couldn’t see but could definitely feel, I whispered.

"Now follow your master, you whore. Squat right here and piss for me. Let me see that shameful face of yours."