Mama, I'm coming home

Feeling even weaker, but this time not caring as much, Dexter once again let his loyal brute carry him around in a fast sprint home. Dokkaebi gained her senses somewhat and was latched to his leg; jostling around in the same manner as him.

Dexter may have been 25 years old, but the bachelor's degree in medieval histories that he had been pursuing was still too costly for him to live alone.

His rage at the inconvenience gave him the strength to stand at the door beside his girls, and his brain fluttering with options made him non-committal enough to not care too strongly.

Soon enough Dexter's mom in her normal princess outfit, opened the door; relieved to see her son, but just as shocked to see his tattered clothes and the presence of two monstrous babes around him.

It oddly only took her a few seconds of puzzledly looking at them for her to say, "You're following after your pop-pop's work?", while referencing a nearby photo of said grandfather in the prime of his youth: a street thug wearing a crown over a bleach blond pompadour while proudly wielding a large golden scepter as his harem of Royal babes circled around him.

"...Yeah"

"Can you introduce me?" She asked, preparing to courtesy in the same outdated manner that her royal mother raised as the most polite; adding to just how grateful Dexter was to his father for raising him to be a modern man and to at least no longer wear the squire outfit from his youth.

Oni pounded her chest, ready to cry out her title and therefore pride as a warrior. Dokkaebi posed mischievously, wanting to give her a name to later cry out in paranoia and frustration; something to call as a reaction to every physical and verbal trap she already planned to set.

"I don't care; I'm not bothering to remember names" Dexter said, figuring that at this rate of 2 summons a day, he'd have sixty a month; that would be just too many names to keep track of.

"...."

Dexter made a straight march to his room with Dokkaebi and Oni in tow, his mother left at the door behind them lecturing at the sexual filth on the girls, "Remember to have them wash up"

"K"

*slams door*

The bed in Dexter's room did not last long, and the walls and ceilings were soon rigged with various hooks, cables, and pulleys that he didn't care to ask Dokkaebi about.

He mating pressed Oni again, but with his limited strength at the moment, she did most of the work even though he was on top. Flexibility really helped him conform sooner than break from her limbs, passionately locking around him as she shouted loud enough to echo through the whole house; to be taken savagely by her apathetically discontent partner.

Behind them, Dokkaebi made herself busy by lapping at Dexter's balls and thrusting shaft with her tongue trailing across Oni's stretched cunt as well.

His increased dexterity didn't make much of a difference yet, simply letting him more expertly fondle her rack; it did limit her begging for more from 'her boss' to a nearly acceptable degree.

In an effort to shut up her demands, he tossed Dokkaebi at her like a beer, that she immediately went to shotgunning; tasting the shortstack's creampie held over her face.

Interestingly, Dokkaebi seemed genuinely afraid, if not completely submissive to Oni; correctly assuming that the red amazon would sooner rip her in half than fuck her into submission if pissed off.

"Please lick my ass deep, get it on that face" Dokkaebi whined genuinely without any taunting or deceit, as she ground her large ass against her partner's head softly.

Oni received a serviceable climax mainly through the use of technique and hands stimulating her, along with the feeling of a harem master quality load reaching its natural habitat.

"Don't move" Dokkaebi asked as a favor; quickly binding as many cables as possible to such impressive bulk, even diving out the window for a few minutes to seemingly connect to the neighbor's cars; reeving as they struggled to suspend Oni over the bed for Dokkaebi's fantasy.

Oni felt restricted was about to effortlessly break out, but was told not to by her master, humoring the idea. Dokkaebi pounced back on the bed excitedly pointing her tongue at her raised target, and spread her legs wide to occupy her lower half with him.

Dexter braced his arms against Oni and relied on his skill to progressively rock his hips to passively plow Dokkaebi's tight cunt.

The threesome was as lazy as it was pleasurable; with Oni just hanging around getting her cunt licked, Dexter hanging off of her and echoing his **** along like an engine driving the whole interaction; his cock effortlessly spearing into Dokkaebi's tight pussy, returning to the start as she grunted and moaned into Oni's cunt who'd twitch and shake through her bindings.

Dokkaebi felt overjoyed to have a wet tasty warmth hung precariously over her, and even more so to have a thick cock pistoning roughly into her other hole; clouding her brain with so much to sense, until Dexter started smacking her tits to get more effort out of her.

She didn't care about anything he said, until she felt Oni's legs snap out of her cables, placing Dokkaebi's head in an extremely dangerous spot locked between her thighs.

"get tighter" Dexter commanded to both of them.

Feeling thighs close in around her melon-like head made her get even wetter from the danger and sense her body take over for her by instinctively leg-locking Dexter in turn; shaking her hips desperately while her fleetingly constricted conscious mind reached its peak as the muscles around her tensed, jerked, and pounded effortlessly on her end without a single thought given.

Her tight pussy clenched even tighter as she came, triggering a load to start lounging in her pussy and stretch her womb like an overstuffed beanbag; pleasing the lazy part of herself to receive so much at so little effort, becoming immensely servile and grateful to prompt this again and again, recognizing him ast being better at relaxation as a red collar formed around her neck.

After excessively filling the slacker and staining his sheets with his load, he signaled to Oni to release her, letting Dokkaebi pant out loudly while displaying a firm smile across her face as she fell into a daze; still feeling her cunt trembling around his load.

Dexter crashed on the bed on top of her, checking the device and seeing the expected '10% increase in strength from summon interaction' and '10% increase in dexterity from summon interaction', along with the new skill 'Fronting (Weak-Deception)'.

While the new skill's name somewhat pissed him off, he'd still need to be off his feet for a few hours even with Berserk, inviting him to spend the rest of the night in his busted bed with his current 2-girl harem.