To a trickster in a bomb factory

Opportunity promotes excitement; which dulls any present rage. The effect of Berserk was significantly weakened, causing Dexter's body to act understandably after five intense rounds with an Oni. He could barely stumble around, each step filled by the rage at the last one's weakness. Eventually he gave up and turned to his exceptionally muscled pack mule.

"Carry" Dexter said, while weakly raising his arm up.

It was quite the unique sight; a massive, red, voluptuous woman running at speeds; more on par with a horse, as her assets jiggled with every step and her massive club flailed around at her side. Another unforgettable feature of this fast, sexy hunk of muscle was that it looked like she had been fully bukkake'd on both sides of her body, being covered with fastly drying semen, and massive creampies dripping down along her pungent trail; slowly returning her gut to normal size per drop.

Held up and against her by one hand; Dexter hid his face against one of her boobs in shame and persistently felt disgusted by contact with his own cum. If anyone saw him right now; he'd look like a big baby swaddled up by her.

Dexter again found himself conveniently on the outskirts of the city, well not too conveniently because the outskirts weren't on the same sides of the city, but this time around, as opposed to a warehouse he saw an industrial factory.

"Drop"

the Oni dutifully followed his order and released him; to flop on the ground with her full belief in her boss's toughness.

With his rage renewed, he bounced right back with his wrathful aura built up from the long trip and sudden landing.

*Smack*

He smacked her ass with most of it though; his hand regrettably getting sticky as well.

"Show your worth!" he shouted; feeling mocked.

"Yes, Boss!" She responded with glee and raised her club with lethal intent as she skipped ahead.

Dexter watched her big red ass spattered white jiggling along as she went out alone; decidedly the right decision, as his knees buckled nearly giving out on the spot.

To his growing excitement and physical weakness; he noticed the bar on the device fill slightly as she took out a few small fries on the spot, and with his wrath somewhat drained, he finally noticed a thin black tarry coating on the device that strangely wasn't there before his first summoning.

A small boom rang out of the warehouse; filling him with a brief bit of paranoia for his first servant, but this was quickly stuffed back down as he thought of her strength and saw the bar fill up with one final burst at same time as the blast.

'Summoning Meter filled. Would you like to summon Again? Accept/decline'

Dexter hit accept without any restraint, especially not to the ethics of functionally using terrorists as human sacrifices to summon demons: to that dilemma he didn't care.

He even wondered if his summoning rating would raise if he spawned the pillar on a bunch of bastards as a greater sacrifice; well, he wouldn't be trying that for now.

Then another spark shot off of the quickly darkening wrist guard and formed into an equally intensely blazing pillar of orange fire as the last one; lowering his expectations because of his dissatisfaction with his first summon.

'Successful 2nd summon. Summoned: (Goblin) Dokkaebi; ranking: (Sloth) C, traits: Flexibility, Wrestling, Sneak, Trap-Craft, Sabotage, Taunt, Weak-Deception'

"A Fucking C rank, this one's even lower, damn it's also designated as representing sloth, how the fuck could the system fuck me like this, Why!!?" he lamented deeply, with his strength reaching new heights.

His gaze focused across the flaming pillar as it faded; regrettably having to peek down even lower than he would to see the Oni's breasts, then progressively lower than his eyeline; until he saw the toothy grin of a thicc green chick that made him seem just as massive as Oni in comparison.

'Those aren't even fucking demon horns!'

The Dokkaebi watched him fume with rage, and smirked with delight at having such a hothead to troll.

"ahh Dude, whatsa matter?, you ang~y cause you got a shrimp dick or something?" she playfully ridiculed.

"What?! I'll put you in your place just like the last bitch!" He barked, getting closer to her while stomping hard against the ground.

As he tried to grab her to punish, she just wriggled out; wrestling away from his grasp while pressing her plushly soft body against him and grabbing at his dick through his overburdened pants.

"Damn, I guess not a shrimp dick, but still acting like a bitch" she taunted, as she ran off behind him.

At the most enraged he's ever been, he twisted around just to see her at the factory's entrance; already most of the way stripped down for one final taunt.

"You mad because you aren't fucking this tight-ass pussy,-?!" she hollered, spreading her pussy-lips at a distance and jiggling her breasts seductively. However, just as he stepped towards her she turned around, shaking her big green ass, and vanished inside of the factory.

"-Then come catch me, Bitch!" soon emanated from the shadows.