Hentai Dragon King

After parting from Dura-san I slowed down while descending.

"Fū fū fū fūūn... Danger Zone!

Fū fū fū fūūn... Danger Zone!"

Singing only the chorus of a Western song I partially remembered, I pretended to be unused to flying and intentionally repeated rising and falling while weaving.

Alright. Just as planned, two cockatrices came up behind me. I set the output of wind-pressure masturbation to the minimum and dropped my speed to the limit...

3, 2, 1, now!

For just an instant I raised the output of wind-pressure masturbation and rose slightly.

Gachin!

A cockatrice tried to bite my head. No—tried to swallow me.

Having gotten close I realized these things have a wingspan of at least five meters.

Like toothless birds that swallow their prey whole, they intend to swallow me whole.

Probably if it was about the size of a human they could gulp it down in one go.

But too bad for them.

I’ve played Ace ombat like crazy, replayed the scene where the songstress of Mac*ss sings over and over, and paused the scene where the arts of Strike Witches become an extreme close-up, so I can go unmatched with modern knowledge in aerial combat!

The cockatrice overtook me underneath as I decelerated—

Now!

"Oraaah!"

Zudo!

I struck the torso with all my strength.

The cockatrice vanished. Even from an unnatural posture in mid-air my physical attack power is capable of erasing a monster without leaving a trace.

"Go dance with the angels!"

Leaving a victory line I still moved sideways to approach the next target.

There’s one more to the lower left. The cockatrice seemed confused that its companion had vanished; it shook its head left and right and changed direction.

"Immelmann turn!"

I shouted it because it sounds erotic, but Immelmann turn is not an erotic word—it’s an actual aerial combat term. It means a technique of flying while drawing a trajectory that half-rotates in the air and circles around behind the opponent.

I reversed direction to the rear and chased the cockatrice.

My speed is far superior, so I easily caught up.

"Cockatrice! When you’re reborn, become a clitoris!"

I struck its belly and made it vanish.

"First two bodies. There are 52 monsters in total, so if I take down 27 or more I win. Dura-san is..."

I temporarily stopped wind-pressure masturbation, went into inverted flight, and looked up at the sky.

Somehow, like the "mass-produced unmanned machines stronger than the custom machine the ace pilot rides" that appear around the fourth or fifth work of a long-running robot anime series, blue lights were flying with absurd maneuvers.

The trajectories of movement had extremely few curves; just when you thought it was flying straight it would break at a sharp angle without dropping speed at all. Every time a line of fire flashed, a red mist that seemed to be a ruptured cockatrice spread.

"What a perverted launch... Aerial combat two thousand years ahead... For me to do the same thing the angle of the cock would... Hii..."

Just imagining it is scary.

For me to make the same movements as Dura-san I would need to bend my cock more than 90 degrees in an instant. Moreover, like the lever operations that produce a super special move in a fighting game, I would have to aim it in multiple directions instantaneously.

My cock would definitely break...

Remaining enemies: 3, 2, 1... 0.

While I was entranced, the enemies had been annihilated.

Kill score: me 2. Dura-san 50.

If this were online cooperative play of a shooting game, a taunting message would arrive.

From the front Dura-san approached at high speed; it was a speed at which stopping seemed impossible, so I thought she would pass beside me, yet she stopped with a pita.

At the moment of stopping—probably unnecessary, but for theatrical reasons—she bent her body into a "ku" shape and appealed the feeling that something was jetting from the soles of her feet.

Really, it’s completely absurd...

Fuyo fuyon...

The large twin-tails that had turned sideways were faintly glowing.

"Good work. Dura-san."

"Yes. I truly grew tired. With the energy that can be supplied from the meals of daily life, this seems to be the limit. Function stop. Gachan, pshuu."

—She said it half-jokingly so I lightly let it pass, but the moment Dura-san returned to her ordinary commoner form she began to fall.

"Uwah. Please don’t exhaust yourself right up to the limit like that."

Ga.

I hurriedly dove and circled under Dura-san. Dura-san sat sideways on my waist as if riding the rear cargo rack of a bicycle.

"Fufufu. Thank you very much."

"Geez. You knew this would happen, didn’t you."

"Yes. I wanted to try being saved."

"If we encounter the same kind again it will be trouble, so we’ll turn back."

"Yes."

"And even so, those movements just now were amazing. Flying in a jerky way, it was difficult even to follow with the eyes."

"Masaharu-san can do it too."

"No no, there’s no way I can. My turning performance is only about this much."

I slowed down and tried turning.

Just as a bicycle falls if you slow too much, if the cock-copter slows too much its posture becomes unstable and it will crash. So there is a limit to how much speed can be dropped.

Similarly, just as there is a limit to the minimum radius a bicycle can draw a circle, the cock-copter also has a minimum radius. I tried turning so as to draw a circle of about ten meters radius, but it looked like I would crash, so I accelerated and interrupted the turn.

"That’s the limit right now."

"You mustn’t decide the limit yourself. You know that the abilities I can use on this planet are restricted to ’the range that can be explained by skills,’ right?"

"Of course."

"Thinking the other way around, what I can do is possible if one makes full use of skills."

"That is... Certainly true, but..."

"I will assist. Let’s practice."

"Eh? Practice the perverted trajectories? Can I really make robot-anime-like movements too? It looks fun, so if I can do it I want to try."

"Yes. You can."

"...I’ll do it! I’m the one who can use the cock the best!"

"Ah, yes. Then."

Dura-san moved her body and seemed to lie face-down on my back. Then she placed her hand on my shaft.

O-Oi, touching the cock means this is an erotic training?

"Now. Please fly with full power. Believe in all your cock experience until now. And believe in me."

"Yes!"

That’s right. I’ve been helped many times by Dura-san’s future space technology, and made to come many times.

If Dura-san says I can do it, of course I can!

"Cock-copter! Here I go!"

Gou!

I began flying at maximum output.

The scenery vanished as if torn away.

"Then, here we go."

"Yes!"

Kui!

Uu. From the sensation I can tell Dura-san bent my cock from the base.

And the output direction of wind-pressure masturbation changed abruptly, and my body moved straight sideways.

Kui! Kui!

Further Dura-san bent my cock. Each time my body rapidly changed direction of travel.

Kuu!

Incredible pressure. Even though I should be flying in empty sky, the air is heavy as if I entered water.

And then...

Buruburuburu!

My two balls shook violently. Because the movement of the balls lags the movement of my body by just an instant, there is a time lag with the stimulation to the shaft.

The stimulations to the shaft and the balls assault me alternately without pause.

Kuoooo...

Even though Dura-san just corrected my cock control, I already feel like I’m about to come.

My body... my body’s reaction is slower than the movement of the cock!

Perhaps sensing my limit, the stimulation to the cock disappeared.

"How is it?"

"I-It feels incredibly good."

"No, not about the cock—about having performed the perverted maneuvers."

"I can’t tell myself..."

"From the side it should have looked like you were flying in a jerky way."

"Is that so."

"Yes. However..."

"What’s wrong?"

"No. With just a little more, complete perverted maneuvers equal to mine will become possible, but..."

"As I thought, is flight like future space technology impossible with the wind that comes out of the cock?"

"No. It is possible, but... That is..."

"Is there something problematic?"

"...The nipples."

"...Eh?"

"The greatest shortcoming of wind-pressure masturbation is that it can only output in the direction of the cock’s erection. And there is a limit to the range of motion of the cock."

"Y-Yes. In the soft state it’s flexible enough to sandwich between the thighs and play girl-pretend, but when erect it becomes especially hard to point downward."

"The means of solving that problem is..."

Kyu.

"Hau!"

Dura-san pinched both of my nipples with both hands.

From the sudden stimulation my cock control disordered and I swayed left and right with a gura.

"Du-Dura-san?!"

"You will also output wind-pressure masturbation from the nipples."

"That’s absurd!"

"Even though you’re already outputting wind from the cock, saying it’s absurd at this point is outrageous."

Kyu kyu. Kyuuuu...

My nipples are being strongly pinched!

"Fufufu. The one who shot down more cockatrices gets to freely rub the breasts of the one who shot down fewer—that was the promise, right?"

"Haa uu..."

Th-That’s ridiculous.

It feels good...

In erotic manga girls often feel good when their nipples are played with, so out of curiosity I’ve played with my own nipples before. However, they have never felt this good.

In the end nipples are just nipples. There’s no way they should feel as good as a cock...

Haan...

Am I about to have my nipples developed...?!