Chapter 243 Sexual War with Lanora*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Tester Life, Day 105, Night. My Room. Sanada Yakumo.
”Phew… Today was a total wash.”
I’d just finished my seventh trek through the 14th Stratum. After soaking in the bath with Sheena and Lunaria—and thoroughly emptying myself inside both of them—I slumped into the chair in the service room and groaned.
The source of my frustration was the Gacha. I’d been the one forced to tank 20 consecutive pulls. Karen and Leticia had backed out, claiming they didn’t have the “vibes” for it after just pulling silver capsules. Sheena gave some excuse about “saving up her luck,” Sanae had sworn off the machine entirely, and Sayaka was my “break glass in case of emergency” option, so I didn’t want to waste her turn yet.
By process of elimination, the burden fell on me. The result? Two measly bronze capsules. Seeing the relieved looks on Karen and Leticia’s faces left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. (The drop rate is supposed to be twenty percent, for Christ’s sake…)
I guess the only saving graces were a Grade 4 Potion and a Fireball Scroll. The white capsules at least had some carrot desserts and meat, which kept Sheena and Sayaka happy. I swear, that machine and I have zero chemistry. Maybe I should try a different unit? But if it’s the kind of system where switching machines resets your pity counter, I’d be screwed.
I placed a Magic Stone on the paving-stone circle and processed the day’s earnings. “That brings the balance to about 1.6 million DP.” Since we were sticking to the perimeter, the income wasn’t much better than the 13th floor.
I made a mental note to buy that 100,000 DP jacuzzi on my next day off.
Soaking in an open-air bath while staring at the ocean sounded like heaven.
I was just starting to imagine myself lounging on a bench, surrounded by my naked harem, sipping a cold beer while the sea breeze hit my skin, when the service room door creaked open. It was Kyoko.
”Yakumo, dinner’s almost ready,” Kyoko said.
”Hm? Already?” I replied. I figured Sheena and Lunaria would still be busy drying their hair.
”Well… it’s just…” Kyoko paused, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she untied her apron. “I’ve been… restless since this morning. I’m incredibly worked up.”
”What’s wrong? Did you develop a taste for the Drill-C**k?” I asked with a smirk.
”Heh… you could say that,” Kyoko said. “Your old one was great, don’t get me wrong, but once I tasted the Drill-Cock… I don’t think I can ever go back.”
”Is that so? Then let’s get a quick round in before the food gets cold,” I said, standing up. When a woman tells you she’s craving your c**k, you don’t say no.
”Yes… please. Put it inside me. Hurry,” Kyoko pleaded.
She didn’t hesitate. She shed her T-shirt and jeans, standing there in nothing but a pair of panties. Her D-cup breasts swayed with every movement as she sat back on the sofa.
She slid her panties down, spread her legs wide, and used her fingers to pull back her petals. Her eyes were glazed with heat, focused entirely on me. Between her fingers, I could see her entrance pulsing, opening and closing like it was gasping for air, slick with a heavy flow of white arousal fluid.
Just the sight of her was enough to send my meat rod into a frenzy, straining against my pants until it felt like the fabric would snap. (I’m getting hard way too easily lately. Though, to be fair, I don’t get those random urges during the day anymore.) Maybe it was the Rank Up—my body finally settling into its Incubus traits. Or maybe I’d just finally adapted.
Whatever. It didn’t matter. Not needing to stop for s*x during a lunch break meant I could focus on combat. Then again, seeing the girls’ cleavage or the way their gear hiked up their asses during a fight usually got me going anyway. Guess I’ll stick to the noon sessions regardless.
”Yakumo… please…” Kyoko whispered.
”Yeah. I’m going in,” I replied.
I stripped off my sweats and underwear, revealing my “Drichin,” the glans already glistening with pre-c*m. I hovered over Kyoko, giving her a deep, lingering kiss before driving my rod into her in one heavy, singular thrust. I didn’t hold back, slamming into her until I hit the very back of her womb, over and over again.
Wet, heavy squelches echoed through the room.
”Aghi! Ah… it’s… it’s gouging me! Incredible! I’ve wanted this all day! Oh… it’s hitting… so deep!” Kyoko wailed.
”God, you’re tight. And that internal texture feels amazing, Kyoko!” I said.
I buried my face in her chest, taking one of her breasts into my mouth while she cried out in ecstasy. I rolled her large, firm n**ples against my tongue, using the sensation to fuel the rhythm of my hips.
”Ah! Oh! The back… you’re grinding against it! My n**ples… ah! More! Give me more!”
Kyoko was practically singing as the Drill-Cock excavated her insides. I pulled away from her chest, grabbed her legs, and flipped her into a deep spread, folding her legs back over her head. Standing on the sofa, I hammered down into her from a vertical angle.
”Ah! Gah! My uterus… you’re smashing it! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
She let out a primal, beast-like roar, her mouth hanging wide. I looked down at her face, watching her features dissolve into pure, unadulterated pleasure as I hammered away. The rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the air. The suction was unreal. The way her v**inal walls—now sensitized and rough—gripped the ridges of my glans was pure heaven.
”Dammit… I’m close,” I muttered.
Being in Quick-Draw mode meant I didn’t have much runway. I went into a final, high-speed spurt, my hips a blur as I pounded her.
”Ugh… nngh… do it! Give it to me! Let it all out!” Kyoko gripped my arms, her knuckles white.
Reaching the breaking point, I pulled back one last time and slammed home with everything I had, erupting deep inside her.
”It’s coming!” I grunted.
Thick, hot pulses of s**men jetted into her cervix.
The velocity of the Rank Up e**culation was on another level.
My seed hit her like a pressure washer, sending Kyoko into a violent, animalistic peak.
Her legs shot straight into the air, her entire body stiffening and vibrating as I pumped wave after wave of hot cream into her.
I collapsed onto her, our weight sinking into the sofa.
I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling as I gave my hips a few final, grinding shoves to drain the last of the load.
She twitched beneath me, likely feeling the s**men jetting into her like a water gun.
When I finally pulled out, the fluid that had been scraped deep into her by the drill-shape of my c**k came spilling out in a heavy, messy torrent onto the cushions.
”Hah… hah… that was… incredible. I love you… Yakumo,” Kyoko whispered.
”Love you too,” I replied.
I helped her up, kissing her one more time for a good minute, exchanging saliva until we were both breathless. We got dressed and finally headed to the living room.
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”Mistress of the Blonde Doll is coming! I’m c**ming! Ah, aaaaaah!” Sayaka cried out.
”…Phew. That was the spot, Sayaka. Wait… did you black out?” I asked.
Sayaka peaked in the cowgirl position and immediately slumped forward into my arms, unconscious.
Her stamina has definitely gone up, and she’s gotten a hell of a lot more aggressive.
I glanced over at Moe at the edge of the bed.
She was still face-down, her ass hiked up, out cold while my seed dripped out of her.
Compared to Sayaka, Moe had folded after just three rounds, even with the breaks.
Moe’s legendary “Hot Spring” anatomy doesn’t provide as much raw friction, so it takes me longer to reach the finish line with her.
She ends up having dozens of internal orgasms before I even get close to mine.
(I’d love to rank her up so she can actually keep pace… but that might be asking too much of her.) Then again, Moe is fun in other ways—like catching her from behind while she’s doing the laundry.
That naked apron look she did earlier was top-tier.
There’s just something about a mature woman’s body in a naked apron that hits different.
I wiped them both down, tucked them in with a kiss, and slipped out.
(Semen made from Mana Capacity… I wonder if that’s the right term.) It was nice that the “absorbed” loads didn’t leave the bed a swampy mess like they used to.
I did wonder what happened to my “natural” supply, but I wasn’t going to complain.
Being able to chain-e**culate and feel amazing the whole time was a win-win.
I pulled on some boxers and headed to the service room, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way. I sat down, cracked the can, and pulled up the Wall-Butt Service on the Magic Crystal.
”Alright. Let’s see how Lilith and the girls handle the Drill-Cock,” I muttered.
Kyoko and the others were obsessed with it. I figured the Succubus Management staff would feel the same. I didn’t call Leticia today; I wanted to see Lilith’s genuine, uninfluenced reaction. I went to select Mia for the Chest-Down Exposure, but before I could, the wall glowed. A pair of tan, shapely buttcheeks appeared.
”Well… that’s a surprise.”
It was Lanora. She usually only shows up once every few days, usually at the very end of a session. I checked the monitor. Her usual smug, “older sister” smirk was gone, replaced by a look of hungry anticipation. Her eyes were glued to my crotch. (Wait, does she know?)
Lanora is High-Rank Management. It wouldn’t be weird if she’d been tracking my physical evolution. Hell, they probably watch the “outdoor” sessions in the dungeon like it’s a reality show.
”Heh. You look like you’re expecting a big show, Lanora. Don’t think for a second I’m the same guy as yesterday,” I said.
I stood up, funneled Mana Capacity into my core, and dropped my boxers. I presented my fully erect Drill-Cock to the screen. Lanora’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
I looked at her p**sy—it was already weeping, a steady bead of moisture rolling down her thigh. Seeing her that worked up made my ego swell. I stepped up to her backside. Suddenly, her tail whipped out, wrapping around my waist and pulling me toward her with surprising force. She was in a hurry.
”Alright, alright. I’m going in,” I said.
I chuckled at her impatience and pressed my glans against her opening. I gripped her thick thighs and slid inside, inch by inch. Her ass jumped. Then, her wings snapped open, flapping in a frantic, joyous rhythm.
I could feel the smirk growing on my face. I pushed deeper into her anatomy—a legendary, high-end version of a textured canal where every millimeter was rough. Once I bottomed out, the walls started to writhe.
This was the “Anemone” trait—standard equipment for Succubus Management, designed to pull the c**k deeper into the womb.
”Ugh… this is… this is on a whole other level,” I groaned.
Between the rough texture and the undulating walls, the Drill-Cock’s ridges were being stimulated from every angle. It was so intense I almost tried to pull back. But Lanora wasn’t having it. Her tail locked onto my ass, pinning me against her. She pushed back against me, demanding I move.
”Fine. You asked for it!”
I gritted my teeth and began to hammer into her. Wet, rhythmic slapping sounds filled the room. With every thrust, her rough interior clamped down, the walls writhing to squeeze the life out of me. On the monitor, Lanora’s face was a mask of pure, ecstatic ruin. She was loving every second of it.
But…
”Damn… Lanora! I’m gonna blow!” I shouted.
The combination was too much. The Drill-Cock’s grooves were catching on her internal ridges, and I hit my limit in seconds. Lanora’s hips swayed side to side, as if begging me to hold on, but there was no stopping this. I grabbed her waist, buried myself to the root, and let fly.
”I’m coming!”
Violent, hot jets of seed flooded her womb. I flooded her. Since she wasn’t a slave, she didn’t have a forced orgasm; she just stayed still, her internal walls working like a vice to milk every last drop out of me, pulling the seed deep into her core.
”Phew… Ow! Hey, watch it!”
As I was enjoying the afterglow, her tail started slapping my ass. I caught it to stop her. I looked at the screen and saw her pouting. It was the look of someone who had just started a five-course meal only to have the plate snatched away. (“Too fast, kid,” her expression said…)
”My bad. I told you, I’m sensitive now. But relax…” I said.
I funneled more Mana into my balls and forced a second erection while still inside her. Lanora’s eyes widened. The screen flickered through several angles—she looked shocked, then thoughtful, and finally, she broke into a wide, predatory grin. The tension left her tail. When I let go, her expression shifted again—this time, she looked almost… submissive.
”What’s this? Since when did you get so cute? You really like this c**k that much?” I teased.
In response, her tail began to stroke my balls with a soft, affectionate touch. When I reached out and rubbed the base of her tail, she actually wiggled her ass for me. (Oh, man. I broke the ice. She’s finally gone soft.)
”I’m gonna keep you busy until the timer runs out,” I promised.
Seeing the usually poised Lanora turn into a puddle of mush was the ultimate ego boost. I restarted my hips, and this time, I didn’t stop. I didn’t pull out once. I pumped ten full loads into her. I’d never gone that long or that hard in my life; the sheer amount of pleasure was enough to make my brain misfire.
But it was worth it. I managed to make Lanora have three massive internal orgasms. A literal record. By the end, Lanora was a wreck, her ass twitching as my seed overflowed from her and coated the floor. On the monitor, her eyes were rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a dazed, “melted” expression. I’d never seen her look so broken.
I fell back onto my bed as the service ended and her image faded away. I watched her go, a massive, satisfied grin on my face.
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Summary:
Yakumo returns from a long dungeon crawl frustrated by poor Gacha luck but finds release with several harem members. He notices his ‘Rank Up’ to Incubus has significantly increased his stamina and altered his physiology. The chapter culminates in an intense ‘Wall-Butt’ session with Lanora, where his new ‘Drill-Cock’ manages to break her composed exterior.
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Trivia:
- Yakumo is in ‘Quick-Draw’ mode, meaning he reaches climax quickly but can keep going.
- Mana Capacity s**men is absorbed by the uterus, leaving less mess than natural fluids.
- Lanora is normally ‘High-Rank’ and poised, making her ‘melting’ significant.
- The Gacha machine has a 20% drop rate, but Yakumo’s luck is currently poor
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Character Insight:
Yakumo is becoming more predatory and confident as he embraces his Incubus traits. Lanora, usually the superior teaser, shows a vulnerability to Yakumo’s new physical power, shifting the power dynamic.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘Anemone’ trait is a reference to the sea creature’s gripping/writhing movement, a common trope in specialized adult dungeon fiction.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Sanada Yakumo – Sanada Yakumo, 25, scarred veteran with a battle‑torn face, is a pragmatic Guard Captain and Nightmare Guildmaster. As Day‑100 Master/Tester he leads a harem of students and familiars through the 14th Stratum, commands a succubus‑filled dungeon, manages resources and Gacha pulls, lives in a modern “My Room,” and serves as Coach/Sensei. He wields Mana Capacity and hunts races via his “Wall‑Butt” activities, acting as household Master and tactical guide.
• Yakumo – Sanada Yakumo, a 25-year-old scarred veteran and ex-child soldier, is the pragmatic Guard Captain, Nightmare Guildmaster, and dungeon master who recently ranked up to C+, gaining the ‘Drill-Cock’ ability to convert mana into stamina and semen. His battle-torn face and hardened demeanor mask a strategic mind that leads a harem of students and familiars through the 14th Stratum, manages dungeon resources, Gacha pulls, and oversees the Tester Program (Day 99), all while residing in his modern-styled “My Room.”
• Sana – Black ponytail, hooded/sharp eyes, kyudo practitioner, average height.
• Lunaria – Silver‑haired Silver Wolf‑kin Princess, now a soulless doll, bears wolf ears, tail, and a black dress; once Sheena’s master, she retains regal bearing despite loss of ego. Currently in maid training, she wears a white negligee and possesses a unique “Giant Single Tongue” trait.
• Sheena – Rabbit-kin woman, 165 cm, fluffy tail, narrow waist, wide hips, F/G-cup, white pubic hair, clad in black negligee; former slave and the protagonist’s First Concubine and “Second Wife,” fiercely devoted to him, restoring her ego through unwavering loyalty and testing his new physical limits. Cool, mature, sharp-tongued, cold to the weak, ears twitch when happy; agile, thick-skinned, carrot-loving, wields magic and a Fire Arrow scroll. Sadistic toward Lunaria, once known as the Flash-Step Decapitator of the Nightmare Guild.
• Leticia – A cloaked, weary traveler clutching yesterday’s low‑roll Gacha token, muttering “I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that,” yet steadfast; a thrill‑seeking gambler hunting the High Heal Magic Tome, also a Holy Maiden of the household, empathetic and kind, and a core‑group member.
• Sayaka – Seventeen-year-old Rank 1 Slave with blue short boyish hair and an E-cup figure, she’s the academy’s premier beauty and meticulous caretaker of Yakumo—brushing his teeth, managing the Magic Pouch, and observing gacha mechanics with uncanny luck, always calling him “Master.” A grounding senior who scolds younger girls for sloppiness and mediates household tensions, she’s Sanae’s best friend and the quiet moral compass. Though once tireless, she now lacks the stamina to keep up with Yakumo’s relentless demands, her blonde hair now a subtle contrast to her once-vibrant energy, yet her devotion remains unwavering.
• Karen – Busty, lively American senior and voice-acting major known as ‘Karen of the Flame Gun,’ she dashes to class with bread in mouth, radiating charm and boundless energy as a core member of the protagonist’s group. Daughter of a soldier, she’s the upbeat MC of Gacha events, hyping pulls with music, helping in the kitchen, and setting narrative flags. A passionate FPS and zombie tale fan, she explores dungeons for loot, relaxes at sea with Lucy, and is deeply expressive and supportive—always lifting others with her fiery spirit and infectious enthusiasm.
• Sanae – Tall, model-like with sharp features, hooded eyes and a black ponytail, she’s a C-cup 1st-Rank Slave and vice-captain of the Archery Club, kyudo-skilled. Called Nijyuuki, Sayaka’s best friend, teased for luck yet pulls a rare gold capsule from the Gacha. A member of Yakumo’s household, energetic and fond of teasing Sheena.
• Kyoko – 180 cm tall, slender yet curvaceous with long legs and rocket-shaped upturned breasts (large pale-brown areolas, Lust Level S), she’s a first-rank student, silver-medalist athlete/model, and reluctant housework slave—clumsy with chores but fiercely assertive in combat. High G-Rank stamina makes her proactive and insatiable in intimacy, especially since reacting intensely to Yakumo’s new physical traits; she teases him relentlessly, blushes when roles reverse, and can’t stop gazing at him, her mischievous charm masking deep emotional dependence.
• Moe – Middle‑aged, gentle‑faced slave and Chief Slave Adjunct, wearing an apron, runs the household and cooks before dawn; warm caretaker and teacher‑figure to students, shares an intimate bond with Yakumo, and as a mature harem member is noted for her “Hot Spring” internal anatomy.
• Lilith – Pink‑haired succubus of noble blood, once a martial‑faction hardliner, now runs the Soul‑less Doll Ranch. After training by a human male she became submissive, her skin marked with scribbles. Energetic and heroic‑blooded, she is the daughter of a powerful mother.
• Mia – Dark‑haired succubus, a 14‑year‑old landmine woman from Succubus Management who appears via the Wall‑Butt interface, radiates comforting vibes and shows her massive fantasy‑anime fandom through expressive tail movements. She’s a yandere, close friends with Aria, and obsessively fixated on Yakumo.
• Lanora – Elder sister succubus and high‑rank management staff; brown‑skinned with white hair, tan undertones, wings, and the ‘Anemone’ trait; authoritative presence, respected by peers.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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