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The power coursing through Albaz was stronger than any other before, but in the next moment, that momentum was gone, stalled, and in an instant, he fell back into the bed, collapsing as he felt an immense weight crushing him.

"W-what...? My powers..."

His entire body felt weak, his limbs unable to support his own weight as if he was composed now of lead, and trying to swim in the murky depths of a swamp. Seeing the bewildered Albaz only served to entertain the jester further.

"Let me hint you in on a little clue." Almost like tugging the strings of Albaz's patience, the jester continued. "I am the Master of Dragonmaids. And what are you now? What do you think is your relationship with me?" A dull thump was felt on his stomach as Albaz paled, realizing that Aluber was the Master of Dragonmaid. And he, due to the result of the Super Polymerization, had become a Dragonmaid. In short, his nemesis, and the man responsible for every tragedy that had happened to him, was now his master.

"And now... I have to punish a maid who dare raise a hand against her master."

With a grin, Aluber gently stretched his hand towards Albaz, who tried to move, squirming on the bed in an attempt to escape. But when he put his hands on the maid outfit that Albaz was wearing, he tore it off with one fell swoop. Plump, fruitful breasts with an enticing cleavage that'd hold any man's attention, and an underwear decorated with frills and maid-like chastity covered him. Aluber ignored all of it entirely, as well as the confused Albaz who was still struggling to process the very concept of having breasts, and tears it off, heavy breasts spilling out from the broken underwear and, amidst of it, brightly pink tips exposed in the air.

"What are you..."

Albaz tries to escape his clutches, but hands had already latched onto his plump, brown breasts without a single hesitation. Not able to muster any resistance, he squirmed against it as he might, though if any third party were to watch the scene, it'd almost look like Albaz was pressing his own breasts into Aluber's hands. And Aluber, in exchange, was merciless. His fingers squeezes those breasts, watching his fingers sink in, pulling and tugging at the handful of flesh as if he was trying to milk them, distorting their round shape like clay. At some point, he wraps his index finger and thumb around those peach-colored tips and pinches them, pushing his nail into the sensitive flesh.

Inconsiderate and rough, it was yet enough to drive Albaz into a corner.

"Oh... Ah... Aahnng... Ah.... What..."

It hadn't been long since this **** began, and even if it was just the chest, sweat seemed to seep out of his entire body. If Albaz was calm, he'd be able to feel the discomfort growing in his groin like some sort of a hollow aching, and the unique scent of a dragon... a female dragon in heat. And yet, this was something Albaz would not, and could not realize, for he found his breath ragged, sticking out his tongue as if begging for air.