A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 35: Infiltration as a Maid (10) **

When the Baron wasn't taking Soira to church.

There was a shadow sneaking into the Baron's room.

A shadow rushes towards the Baron's bed without hesitation.

"Huh... Master... "

It was Wirdi.

"I wanted you to take me too... I can't do it without you... "

Wirdi was on his way back from handling the Baron's business a little while ago.

Originally, this was something that the baron should have done himself, but he passed it on to Wirdi because he had to attend social gatherings.

'My escort? Isn't there Soira? If you're useful enough, I guess I can use you as an escort, right?'

As I leave for the social church, the Baron's words linger in my ears.

Clearly, Soira's strength is quite high for an adventurer. After investigation, it was revealed that she was a D rank, but considering her strength alone, it would not be surprising if she was a B rank.

But...

"I'm still uneasy about leaving work to myself."

It's not that I doubt her abilities. As for Soira, she will be able to complete her escort duties without any problems.

What makes Wirdi anxious is the other side. Wirdi still couldn't trust Soira.

Soira is the type of person who melts when a dick is penetrated, but there was no way that someone of that level of skill could have had such weak mental strength that he could be broken to this degree.

It was reasonable to assume that Soira was still looking for her opportunity.

So he wanted to keep her by his side at all times, or inside the mansion where he could keep an eye on her.

The Baron's will to participate in the society was unnecessarily strong, and Wirdi, who had given everything to the Baron, could not go against the Baron.

"I'm worried... "

After sighing, Wirdi fell down on the Baron's bed and took a deep breath.

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The smell of blankets penetrates my nostrils.

Thanks to the diligent maids under the small but scary maid chief, they washed it cleanly, so it only smelled like fragrant laundry detergent.

"Hmm... "

Wirdi fell in love with the place, feeling as if it smelled like the Baron.

It didn't stop there, but Wirdi's body naturally began to recall the time when he could best smell the Baron's body odor.

When I was being hugged by the Baron.

"Huh... Yes... "

His hand holding the blanket went down little by little.

She lifted her short skirt and flipped her panties to the side as if it was a waste of time to take them off.

The already wet vagina gently swallowed the finger without any further foreplay.

Repeat tightening and loosening unconsciously as your fingers move back and forth. Even though it is your own finger, the wrinkles are gently intertwined.

The technique, which would not last long no matter who inserted it, was now being used to comfort my own body.

Wirdi lay alone in bed and masturbated lonelyly.

"... Tsk?"

A light climax that came in an instant. After a short lingering thought, I feel miserable about my situation.

However, that feeling becomes a catalyst and my body burns hot again.

She is a dragon.

Needless to say, it is a being of fear and awe to all races on the continent.

Even the Demon Lord's army, which invaded humanity and took over half of the continent, did not touch the dragon's territory unless there was an unavoidable reason.

There was a reason why Wirdi took a lowly person like her baron, especially a low-quality person, as her master.

Not satisfied with her one orgasm, Wirdi inserted her finger into the narrow crack again and recalled the day's events.

"Town! Ugh!!"

Phut. Pang.

It's not an old, shabby place. A regular sound was echoing inside.

It was the sound of a man and a woman having sex.

It wasn't ordinary sex. The woman was being raped.

Even though it has become dirty due to the dust from the abandoned house, its characteristic hair still shines a vivid silver color. The woman being raped was Wirdi.

When Wirdi was much younger than she is now. It was when, after hundreds of years of hatchling, she finally became Holy Dragon and was allowed transformation magic by her clan.

Wirdi, who had planned to transform like any other hatchling and travel to the human world, limited her powers to make the trip more realistic.

She is weaker than her current sealed form, and is literally a little stronger than a human woman.

Of course, safety measures were put in place to prepare for any emergency. So that she can exert his power as a dragon when he feels his life is in danger, or just by saying certain words.

Even with that level of power, there were no problems with travel. At that time, the devil's army did not invade like it does now, and security was much better.

And even with her limited strength, she was strong enough.

No matter how weak its power is, a dragon is a dragon. Because no wizard in the world could match her magical talent.

As a magician, her fighting power is considerable, and when she senses that she is in danger, she can regain her full strength with just one word. In Wirdi's opinion at the time, it was a flawless safety device.

Because of this, Wirdi acted quite defenselessly. Because no matter who attacks her, she can defeat her anyway. If she doesn't think she can win with her limited power, she can just loosen the restrictions.

What Wirdi didn't think about was that there are perverts in the world who like to tie women up and rape them, so they can't say anything.

And Wirdi's misfortune was that, due to her defenseless attitude, she allowed herself to take the first hit of the attack.

The opponent was accustomed to dealing with wizards. As soon as she was attacked, Wirdi, who was restrained from making her voice, could do nothing.

There was no way she could escape from the man with just a bit more strength than an average woman, and her mouth was blocked, so she couldn't say the words to break the restrictions.

Wirdi, who had no friends due to the dragon's unique pride, had no one to save him.

In other words, Wirdi could not do anything.

she was tied so that he could not even open her mouth and was violated continuously for several days and nights.

If she were a normal woman she would have starved to death. The man who kidnapped Wirdi didn't give her a drop of water, as if he didn't care if he starved to death.

However, the dragon Wirdi does not receive that much significant damage to his life. Her man played with her without thinking deeply, like a child who received her unbreakable toy.

At first he thought that if she were released, he would die painfully.

Even as she was constantly accepting the dick, she was wondering how to kill him in a painful way.

she thought that it would be okay to give him rare treasures as long as he released her next time.

For some reason, she clung to the man who violated her without getting tired, shaking her hips desperately to make her man feel good.

She thought that if she was satisfied, she might stop committing it.

After that, I decided to give it my all and just let it go.

There was no longer any such thing as dragon pride. He could even lick a shoe as long as he was let go.

It didn't take long for my changing thoughts to become distorted into thinking that since I had already given everything to this man, it was natural for him to be violated.

At that time, Wilde was still young (for a dragon).

Of course, after shereally escaped, the dragon's strong mental power freed her from his distorted thinking and tore the man to death.

Still, that powerful experience was deeply embedded in Wirdi's mind thanks to his excellent memory.

After that, hundreds of years continued smoothly.

Learning from his previous mistakes and fixing the safety device so that she could break the seal using methods other than his voice, Wirdy was only then able to travel the world safely.

He experienced numerous incidents during his several trips, but none of them truly threatened Wirdi.

Memories from his first trip. Memories that were so stimulating that the dragon's spirit was broken even for a moment continued to push Wirdi into frustration over hundreds of years.

It didn't take long for her to finally take off her clothes, along with his pride as a dragon, and kneel naked in front of a mere human.

However, human greed viewed Wirdi as a dragon, not a female.

The person who obtained Wirdi, whether a slave, commoner, or noble, would often die without even having a chance to use his hand after coveting power or property.

Being assassinated so secretly that you wouldn't even notice with your limited power, or being betrayed by a trusted colleague.

When a hero who would have been difficult even if he fought in the form of a dragon came as an assassin, I wondered what the master had done to bring such a person.

It was truly fortunate for Wirdi that Baron Belchekov, whom he finally met, was a lazy villain who, even after obtaining the dragon, at most committed sex with women and stole little treasures.

Because I was finally able to meet the master I had served for a long time.

I still remember it.

Even when his identity was revealed, he didn't care and shook his waist to satisfy his desires.

Wirdi, who was fascinated by the fact that he did not seek power by using the dragon, but simply thought of it as a masturbation tool that could be conveniently fucked at any time, swore in the name of the dragon to follow any order from the baron.

The name of the dragon itself has a magical effect.

The feeling of being deprived of one's freedom and being bound.

Recalling that mind-bogglingly ecstatic sensation, Wirdi once again reached his peak.