[Matthew's POV]
"We should change couples. Would be more fun, don't you think?" Drako said without wasting time.
I wouldn't complain, that worked in my favor. I'd gain a sugar mommy without needing to share my Lilian.
Mrs. Drako was clearly excited by her husband's idea. They were the perfect couple, even with that... difference in proportions. Though for me, it was downright terrifying.
The redhead concubine looked scary with Mr. Drako's great features, but she was a professional. That was her job. I'd definitely leave her a generous tip in the end, she was making a great sacrifice for the cause.
Mrs. Drako wasted no time and came straight to me. The sensation of her petite body scrubbing against mine was divine.
"You escaped sharing Lilian with Drako, but I still want to see you fucking her. Don't worry, Drako doesn't need to know," she whispered in my ear.
Yep. Even if that didn't make a difference to the System, there was no way I'd pass up that opportunity.
The redhead was about to start her job, but Mr. Drako stopped her and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. Without a word, she left the room.
For several minutes, Mrs. Drako kept exploring my body while her husband watched us like some kind of proud, kinky sculptor admiring his masterpiece. I tried not to let that intense stare distract me... too much.
Then the redhead came back, holding an accessory.
I'd never have guessed Mr. Drako was into that kind of thing. It didn't match the image of a towering, no-nonsense giant like him.
The concubine was wearing a terrifyingly big strap-on.
That thing was even bigger than Mr. Drako's thing. Molded to look like some dragon's... well, you know what. The monster was red — just like the concubine's hair — and practically dragged on the floor as she walked.
The sight alone made me flinch.
It immediately brought back memories of what Amelia had done to me. Thank God she didn't have this particular model. I wouldn't be here to tell the tale.
"This is perfect," Mr. Drako said, visibly thrilled by that monstrous thing.
Even his wife, I could tell by the way she started to tremble, was extremely excited to see that
Red Dragon going deep into her husband's dungeons.
And then…
[Ding!]
[Extra Challenge: No Fapping]
[Host receives bonus XP if he completes the deeds with the Sugar-Mommy without breaking eye contact with the epic battle between the Giant and the Red Dragon.]
My jaw dropped.
Seriously, System? You want me to have sex while watching that? This wasn't a challenge, this was psychological warfare.
Mr. Drako stuck his ass out toward the redhead with the confidence of someone who definitely wasn't doing it for the first time.
Meanwhile, the concubine was preparing the Red Dragon for its epic journey, coating that terrifying monster in a generous amount of oil, like if that thing was a sacred relic.
Mrs. Drako, of course, was not one to waste time. She started squeezing me down there with a firm, almost clinical grip. Dangerous woman. But I have to admit… it wasn't bad at all.
And just as the Red Monster began its descent into Mr. Drako's back door, Mrs. Drako dropped herself onto me, taking me through her back door.
The sensation was incredible.
But watching that scene unfold in front of me, the clash of titans, the giant versus the dragon, was... challenging, to say the least.
The System wasn't kidding. This was a high-difficulty mission.
I'll spare you the details.
My traumas are enough already, I won't pass them on to you. But I resisted. Bravely, until the very end.
I never looked away.
Unfortunately, I had been so focused on not failing in the face of that apocalyptic scene that I barely remember what exactly Mrs. Drako and I did. So yeah… I couldn't describe it even if I wanted to.
But here's the good news: Mission accomplished. And I won another Sugar-Mommy, with bonus XP.
I would heal the trauma of that day leveling up my girls.
***
[Tomas's POV]
I was exhausted from the goblin hunting.
All I wanted was to soften my muscles by soaking in hot water, get a sweet massage from a lovely concubine, and, to top it all off, a delicious happy ending.
But that wasn't the dwarven way of celebrating. So that day, I didn't have much of a choice.
"The boss said drinks are on him. What'll you have, Tomas?" Romeu asked as soon as we arrived at our private room.
"I'm weak when it comes to alcohol... better skip this time."
I knew they wouldn't allow that, but I had to at least try.
"Blasphemy! A dwarf who doesn't drink can't even be called a dwarf!" Rimus shot back, unsurprisingly.
"Didn't your father teach you to drink?" Romeu added.
"He tried, but I was too young. My mother didn't allow it," I answered.
I don't know why I said that. I usually don't like talking about my life.
But even though I'd only known those two for a few hours, it seemed I already trusted them enough to open up.
"Your old man's gone, right? Sorry for bringing him up," Romeu said awkwardly.
Among dwarfs, it was taboo to talk about those who had passed. Mourning was something you went through alone.
"No problem. It was a long time ago."
After I said that, Romuns and Rimus each thumped their chest three times, the traditional dwarven gesture to honor the dead. I mimicked the motion.
"If your old man didn't get the chance to teach you how to drink like a man, we'll do it in his place," Rimus said after a brief silence.
"Concierge, do you happen to have any Reeventall liquor?" Romeu asked.
"Of course. We received a few barrels just yesterday," the concierge replied.
"Great. Bring us a full barrel," Rimus added.
"And while you're at it, bring some girls to drink with us," I said this time.
If I had to drink with those two bearded guys, I at least wanted some hotties around to brighten the mood.
"The boss didn't say anything about paying for women. Are you sure you can cover it?" Rimus asked.
"Don't worry. The boss is a big spender, he won't even notice the difference," I answered.
If we spent just one or three gold coins, Matthew wouldn't even blink.
That would be my revenge for him spreading that story about me being a virgin.
"If you say so. Reeventall liquor and women, concierge!" Romeu announced.
"Preferably with big boobs," I added.
Romeu and Rimus looked at me with that expression that said, Wasn't that already implied?
All dwarfs had a thing for big breasts. Our own females didn't have them, so that trait was especially attractive when it came to other races.
"He's just human," I reminded the twins.
That's when they understood why I had to give the concierge that little heads-up.
That was the price of living in human cities, we had to go out of our way to learn their customs, but they had no interest at all in learning ours.
At least, that's what my father always said. After all, I had lived among humans my whole life.
"Where was your father from?" Rimus asked.
"Black Mountain," I replied.
"Oh, lovely Hellemendelgth," Rimus said, his face lost in nostalgic reverie.
"A shame the mines dried up, and the city's practically a ghost town now," Romeu added.
"My father was part of the first generation to leave, right at the height of its decline."
I was sharing a lot more personal information than I usually did today.
"I used to love the fried root cakes they sold at a stand near the southwest gate," Rimus commented.
"The best, absolutely the best," Romeu agreed.
Hellemendelgth had fallen into decline over a hundred years ago. Those two were probably talking about something they had eaten more than 150 years ago, as if it had happened yesterday.
They reminded me a lot of my father.
Our conversation was interrupted when the concierge returned, bringing the liquor and the girls.
"Ahh, that smell is divine," Rimus said as he took in the aroma of the liquor.
Hell's green juice, that's what Reeventall liquor was called. I had never tried it, but I knew it was a favorite of the dwarfs.
"We've got women, we've got drinks... now there's just one thing missing."
Yep, here we go. They're about to start singing.
"In the deeps of the mine, a monster made me fear;
What would you do to kill Hellysh-Fair?"
Rimus started to sing.
I used to hear that song almost every day when my father was still around.
"I'd use a beautiful longsword,
And cut her head off before she said a word,"
Romeu replied.
The Hellysh-Fair was a type of monster that lived deep within the mines of Black Mountain.
My father had fought thousands of those beasts throughout his life, which is why that song was his favorite, just like it was for most dwarfs who used to make a living in those mines.
"In the deeps of the mine, a monster made me fear;
What would you do to kill Hellysh-Fair?" Romeu sang the next verse.
"I'd wield my mighty spear,
And skewer her without a hint of fear." I joined in the singing.
It was turning out to be a surprisingly pleasant day. I guess I have to admit it, I really do miss being among dwarfs.
At the end of the night, I'd still get that massage... and a few other things from a beautiful elf with big boobs.
But I'm not going around telling people about my sexual experiences.