[Vol. 4 pt. 27]

The raid group was formed and we were already inside of the raid that featured my target at the end of it. First, though, we needed to fight our way through the volcano that served as the raid’s location. My target was at the volcano’s caldera sitting on a platform in the middle waiting for us, but there were plenty of volcanic tunnels for us to make our way through first before we could reach her.

And for the first time since leaving my old guild, I formed a raid group that made me feel like I was back in the old days. All it was missing was one of those epic sequences in movies where everybody came together at the last minute in the form of reinforcements, but it was nothing that epic, unfortunately. Instead, what happened was me messaging everybody who was online, asking if they wanted to help me out with something, and then I sent party invites to them.

The raid was split into two parties.

The first party consisted of: me, Akorya, Thera, Lizamoo, and Cani.

Lily wasn’t maxed yet nor did she have good enough gear, so she wasn’t able to join us in the first group. I was, however, able to convinced Thera, Lizamoo, and Cani to help me out.

Thera had nothing better to do, Lizamoo was just surprised that I ever actually reached out to her and thought it sounded fun, and Cani was grateful to help as a way to pay me back for letting her set up her restaurant in my dungeon.

Then there was the second group in our raid.

Marisa.

Alisa.

Ava.

Nora.

And… Jonathon.

I was still waiting on Jonathon to make that fem alt he implied wanting to make for the sole purpose of getting to suck a bunch of dick in my dungeon, but maybe he chickened out of that after all, unfortunately.

I was really curious about what a fem alt made by him would look like. Also, I wanted to get to tease him while he acted like a cock-hungry girl who couldn’t resist sucking dick.

Shame.

That aside, the ten of us were enough for the lower tier version of the raid that featured my target at the end of it. The raid had two versions: a ten-man version and a twenty-five-man version. The twenty-five-man version was the significantly harder one that dropped exclusive, and better, rewards compared to the ten-man version, but it didn’t matter. All of those items already lost to power creep and even the welfare gear from the latest patch put it to shame. If it wasn’t due to the raid size requirement to enter the raid in the first place, a single party would have been more than enough to handle the ten-man version of the raid.

But there was that requirement which meant we needed to fill two parties up with enough max-level characters who also reached the minimum average item level requirement.

Lily resolved herself to get up to max level as soon as possible when she found out that she wouldn’t get to come with us. She even looked a little jealous when she found out that the four women who started playing months after her all hit max level a while ago and were far better geared than she was.

Jealous Lily looked cute.

If I was a horrible person, I would want to purposely make Lily look jealous every single day just to enjoy how cute she was, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Even in this situation, despite it being innocent and no big deal, I still felt bad knowing that she was jealous.

But she was so cute at the same time.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Thera asked, standing with me, Akorya, Lizamoo, Cani, and Jonathon as Marisa, Alisa, Ava, and Nora dealt with the enemies ahead of us.

I looked up at Thera and tried to imagine her expression if she was jealous.

I couldn’t.

No matter how hard I tried, I just could not imagine a jealous Thera. Was it even possible to make her jealous? Would she even show it if she did get jealous?

“Thera,” I said, “what would make you jealous?”

“Nothing,” Thera answered.

“Come on, seriously? Nothing?”

“Indeed. Nothing.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Because I would never allow something to reach the point of making me jealous in the first place. If somebody or something ever made me jealous, I would likely feel something else first which would dictate my response. For example, if I had a lover, and my lover cheated on me, I would not feel jealous. I would simply leave said lover and move on with my life.”

I sighed and slouched my shoulders. “You’re too cool, Thera. It’s not fair. I want to see you jealous.”

“My apologies, darling, but what you wish for is the impossible.”

I grumbled a little before giving up on that, instead looking ahead where the second party, Jonathon excluded, was in the middle of dominating a bunch of dragontaurs.

Not only did having far better gear mean that killing the enemies in the raid would be easy with just a single party, but it meant that they could be dominated, too, and the girls of the second party had every intention of fucking their way through the raid while the rest of us stood back and watched.

Meanwhile, somewhat of an interesting conversation was happening behind me between two people who I didn’t expect to get along in the slightest. It wasn’t like I thought they would dislike each other or anything, I just… never imagined them talking to each other before.

“No, no,” Lizamoo said to Jonathon, “cuckolding is garbage. I hate that.”

“But… you like that other thing. Isn’t that what it is? Netorare or whatever?” Jonathon asked.

“You’re inexperienced in the ways of NTR, I see. Okay. So, there are a few different things here. Netorase is basically the same as cuckolding where everybody involved is willing. Both of those usually have a humiliation aspect targeting the guy being cheated on. That stuff makes me cringe. I don’t want to see my lover licking the cum out of me after I get fucked by somebody else. Big yikes there. Now, netori is the fetish of weak men who are traitors to their brothers. The whole appeal of netori is being the one fucking other people who are taken. So instead of being cheated on, you’re the one stealing a woman and making her cheat on some other guy. That’s also big yikes. And then there’s netorare. Beautiful, amazing, perfect, flawless netorare. For starters, netorare typically implies force. There’s no consent involved. So, it’s not a story of some guy’s girlfriend or wife being a slut and cheating on him. I don’t like those sorts of characters in things. I like to see good, wholesome, pure girls fall from grace. I don’t want to see a slut be a slut, you know? So anyways, netorare focuses on the girl’s fall from grace. It’s about the corruption. Say you have an angel girl. If she’s single and gets raped by tentacle demons, that’s—sure, it’s corruption, but it’s basic. Now, put her in a relationship. An angel girl with a husband who gets raped by tentacle demons. Suddenly, the corruption element is like a hundred times stronger than before. But if you make the guy being cheated on into it, then that takes away from the corruption stuff. So does making her willing and purposely cheating on him. This is why cheating is cringe, cuckolding is boring, and netorare is blessed culture. Oh, and it’s why netori is pointless. It’s just something guys with dominance complexes like.”

I knew that Lizamoo was into the whole acting unwilling and netorare thing, but I didn’t know she was that passionate about it. She did a pretty good job of explaining the differences, though, whenever one excluded the personal bias she interjected into it.

Personally, I wasn’t into any of t hose, but I didn’t care what other people were into as long as it was all consensual behind the scenes.

“So… it’s not the cheating stuff you like, just the corruption stuff?” Jonathon asked.

“Exactly!” Lizamoo shouted. “There’s nothing better than corruption! To have some holy, righteous, pure knight leave her home and husband to go fight against demons invading the continent, only to be put in her place and ravaged by the demonic hordes who want to turn her into a breeder for the sake of expanding their army, eventually returning home and fucking her in front of her husband who she can’t even recognize anymore due to how broken by demon dick she’s become… ah… that sort of thing is the best. That’s also why it’s even better when the girl eventually becomes so broken that it loops around to being consensual. She’d willingly service every demon dick she can get inside of her, potentially even rise up the ranks of the demonic army and become the new demon queen. From helpless, pure little knight to queen breeder of the demonic hordes. Now that’s good stuff. God, I want that to be me. I want to be a knightess with a husband who gets broken by a demon into becoming his personal breeder cow, and then I want to fall so far into depravity that I become the queen of all demons and continue the cycle by ordering them to invade and kidnap even more women for our hordes. Skewer me on a giant, red, bumpy demon dick the size of my body, inflate me with cum until I can’t even move, and then keep on fucking me while my husband is forced to watch as I don’t even recognize who he is. Now that’s some good stuff.”

“Do you… have a husband?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m talking hypothetical fantasies here.”

“But would you actually want to cheat on somebody in real life?”

“Heck no. Everything I said is absolutely horrible and morally depraved and anybody who supports something like that in real life is a horrible person. Now, if I ever do get a husband, I would want him to roleplay that stuff with me, but I would never think of actually being with anybody but him for even a second.”

“So, you would want your husband to pretend to be a demon who breaks you… in front of your husband?”

“Right. We could just use a stuffed animal or something and pretend that’s my husband while my real husband plays the part of the demon. Also, if it’s a stuffed animal, then he could throw it around and beat it up a little just to make the fantasy even hotter.”

“All I’m imagining is a stuffed animal being thrown into the wall and squeaking.”

“That’d be funny, not gonna lie. It would probably make me even more aroused, too. Huh. I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“I mean, given that we’ve all been brought here by Damian, I think there’s probably something wrong with all of us.”

Jonathon and Lizamoo looked at me after he said that, so I flashed them a wink and shot a finger gun at them before looking ahead again just in time to see Alisa, the blonde rogue of the other group, finish off the last dragontaur by draining the last of his cum out through his cock via her tits wrapped around it.

Then I had an idea.

Now, it was kind of obvious to me that Jonathon might have been a bit interested in Lizamoo beyond just wanting to understand her netorare fetish that she casually brought up. He kept on standing near her, checking her out, and asking her questions.

And I had a feeling that he did all of that for a reason greater than pure curiosity.

I also knew that Jonathon was at least interested in the idea of using a girl avatar to suck dick.

“Question, Lizamoo,” I said. “What if you do one of your netorare fantasies, but your husband gets turned into a girl and is forced to service a monster with you?”

“Hmm.” Lizamoo stroked her chin as she thought about it. “I’m not into seeing guy on guy, but… if I have a husband… and he gets turned into a girl… like forced feminization magic or something… and then some demons or monsters or whatever make us suck their dicks together… that’d be hot. Yeah, definitely. Well, I guess it depends on how you look at it. The forced feminization part of it does nothing for me, but you could look at that from a corruption focus just as easily. In the same way that it’s more corruptive when a married girl is fucked by something else, it’s more corruptive when a guy gets turned into a girl before being fucked by something else. It’s domination loss and corruption on a slightly weaker level, but still good stuff. Then you mix that in with netorare… yeah. I dig it. Only problem is that we would need a third for roleplaying something like that. Well, assuming I find a guy who would be down for something like that.”

Jonathon looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I asked, but he also blushed a little as he listened to Lizamoo’s answer. Then, by the end of it, he looked like he was the one who was seriously thinking about considering it.

“Well, I’m not really into rape roleplay,” I said, “but if you ever find a guy who you want to roleplay something like that with, just let me know and I’ll hook you up with some monsters willing to play the role of your enemies.”

Lizamoo gave me a thumbs-up while Jonathon blushed and looked away.

Too bad Lizamoo had to be all about non-consent. She was a fun girl with a lot of lewd ideas, but they were always so focused on everything non-consensual that they were ruined for me.

Oh well.

“You have some interesting friends,” Cani said, speaking up from my side.

“Degenerate perverts tend to attract degenerate perverts,” I replied. “Which means you’re also a degenerate pervert somehow.”

“BDSM is as far as I go. But I don’t mind being around perverts, which I guess makes me perverted in its own kind of way.”

Looking ahead, the girls were at the next group of trash mobs. One of them was a giant, serpentine, lava monster of sorts with two dicks that Marisa, the tank of the group, was handling all on her own. All I had to do was cast a healing spell her way every now and then since the monster was burning her at the same time as it was fucking her. As long as I did that, she was able to handle the dual-dicked lava serpent.

“Yeah, probably,” I told Cani. “Even if somebody isn’t that kinky, being able to spend this much time around a bunch of degenerate perverts makes you one in your own way. Well, that could probably be argued. It comes down to whether or not you believe in stuff like guilty by association.”

“That sounds like a topic way more serious than what I’m interested in, so let’s just settle for calling me a pervert and leave it at that.”

“Fair enough.”

The four girls up ahead continued to fuck their way through the raid while Cani and Thera stuck with me as we talked about random, various topics. Meanwhile, Jonathon and Lizamoo kept on talking to each other and looked like they were getting closer and closer the longer we stayed together.

That left Akorya as the only one not engaging with anybody, but… she had her own interest that she was engaging in.

And that interest was flying around the cleared parts of the raid, finding good spots to take screenshots in, and then posing for selfies.

Well, it wasn’t fair to say she wasn’t engaging with anybody. She was, just with Lily who wasn’t with us. Akorya didn’t want Lily to feel left out, so she took it upon herself to talk with Lily over the game’s text chat while sending her a bunch of screenshots that were both progress pictures of our raid and selfies of herself.

At one point, Akorya came up from behind me, rested her chin on top of my head while clinging to my back, and took a screenshot of us without saying a single word before flying off and sending it to Lily.

I only knew that was what she did because I saw the screenshot pop up in our shared chat.

Akorya really liked taking screenshots, apparently.

I wondered how she would feel if I took a bunch of screenshots of her while fucking her and then sent them to her afterward.

I needed to try that sometime.

More importantly, the final group of trash mobs was cleared out and we found ourselves in front of a pair of massive, stone doors that led to the final boss of the raid.

Marisa, Alisa, Ava, and Nora might have fucked their way to the final boss for us, but now it was time for me to take on the final boss by fucking a dragon into submission.

Of course, I was still going to need some help, but everything was already planned and ready for execution.

Now it was time to fuck a dragon.