Conquering Heroines: Starting From A World Of Zombies

"No, no, no, if you think about this logically, this only makes things worse! No matter how you frame it, this situation is completely wrong!"

Feeling the warmth from her chest—scorching yet strangely comforting—Ryuji's voice faltered as he tried to explain himself.

It was true. He genuinely sensed a motherly vibe from Alexstrasza. And that was exactly why his lower half had completely chickened out.

He had no qualms about anyone's kinks, really and was shockingly tolerant—no matter how extreme someone's preferences were, as long as they didn't harm others or drain the girls around him, he could overlook it.

But mother complex? Yeah, that wasn't on his list.

It wasn't a matter of ethics—it was just that he couldn't handle it emotionally. The guilt was overwhelming.

Alexstrasza, sensing his internal conflict, quickly realized her mistake. Of course—Ryuji wasn't a dragon. He didn't share dragonkind's… unique worldview. She immediately apologized.

"Oh, sorry! I forgot you're human. But don't worry too much about it. Among us dragons, mating with one's mother and producing offspring is actually seen as proof that you've surpassed your father. That's the only reason I said that. Still… I do view all living beings as my children, so please, don't take it the wrong way."

"…"

Ryuji didn't want to comment. He wanted nothing to do with dragon ethics or family structures. But ignoring the issue wasn't an option either—this supreme-level juicer of a dragoness was way too terrifying for any human. Three hundred rounds?! Was she serious?

Apologies, but while he might not even fill one of her "rounds," for his human body, this was equivalent to the Twelve Trials of Hercules—plus Sun Wukong's ultimate trial!

Even if he did one round every three minutes, three hundred rounds would take nine hundred minutes. That's fifteen hours!

Five hundred times? That was twenty-five hours!

Even with food buffs from the Minecraft world, his stamina wouldn't last. He'd need a full medkit from 7 Days to Die and tenfold stamina regen just to survive.

Sure, she might not actually need that many rounds to gather enough energy. But come on—this Red Dragon Queen didn't exactly seem emotionally attached. With her strength, he was probably worth a single-digit energy yield!

At least Toph got embarrassed sometimes! But this one? Not shy at all!

Maybe humans and non-humans really were too different to understand each other…

His heart full of spiraling frustration, Ryuji finally offered a flat response.

"My stamina… can't keep up."

It was a valid excuse.

But Alexstrasza just smiled warmly. "That's fine. I can bless you—and heal your body. The flame of the Red Dragon is the power of life."

Before he could react, a red flame enveloped him.

And then—his entire body felt revitalized. He was bursting with energy, as if he could take on an army of Blood Moons. Even the little brother who'd shriveled from shame now stood tall and proud… nearly tearing through Erina's lace panties.

Yes, Erina's.

Ryuji had accidentally worn them when he rushed to dress earlier, having crossed worlds in a hurry and left behind most of his clothes. But that wasn't the main issue here.

Peeking into his pants, he confirmed: he was in peak condition. Almost as buffed as he was back in 7 Days to Die with tenfold constitution.

"…Ugh."

Damn it. No more excuses left.

He looked at the Red Dragon Queen—her reasoning was sound, her logic flawless, her figure flawless, her buff incredible… and she didn't even care about the act.

So why did he feel so… off?

Was it because he didn't want to be just a tool?

But he'd enjoyed being a "tool" before. What changed?

Then, the image of Toph flashed into his mind—her deadpan face, her nose-picking, her stubborn pride.

It hit him. This strange emotion—this desire not to be treated like a mere tool—had started with that damn terrorist of human interaction.

I swear I'll make you cry in bed one day.

That vow burned in Ryuji's heart.

Too bad it was his turn to be the one crying soon.

Sensing his emotional struggle, Alexstrasza found it utterly adorable. She scooped him into her arms like a newlywed bride and carried him toward the house.

"You're still so shy, aren't you? Well then, I'll take the lead. Sorry, little one, but I'm going to have to force this. I really do need to return urgently."

Her smile was gentle but firm. She could tell he actually wanted to do it—he was just too mentally tied up in silly hang-ups.

It wasn't a big deal to her. As the Red Dragon Queen, she had seen and done much over thousands of years. This wasn't her first awkward inter-species encounter.

Though truthfully… this would be her first time with a non-dragon. And not even one of her previous mates. So yeah—she was nervous too.

But she had responsibilities. She couldn't afford to act shy now. Her world needed her.

This was nothing in the grand scheme.

Ryuji covered his face, thoroughly mortified.

Elsa watched dumbfounded as the red-haired queen carried Ryuji inside, her expression frozen in utter disbelief.

"Sorry, young lady," Alexstrasza said sincerely. "I know you're dating him, but I really need to borrow him for a bit. I'll return him in good health."

Her gaze lingered on Elsa a moment. Her magic… it wasn't Titan energy, but it felt strangely similar. Alien, but pure.

"A-ah, I, um…"

Elsa fumbled for words. She'd heard the conversation. She knew Alexstrasza needed to get home. But she never imagined there'd be someone even more pragmatic than Toph.

"Don't worry. I promise to return him safe and sound," the Red Dragon Queen said with a kind smile before stepping further inside.

Then she spotted Toph, who stood up warily.

Her instincts as a mother flared immediately. This girl—this small, battle-scarred figure—had endured far too much. She radiated pain and trauma, all buried beneath stoic silence.

Raising her hand, Alexstrasza summoned a gentle flame.

Toph flinched—but then gasped.

For the first time in her life, she saw light.

"W-what… did you do to me?!"

She trembled. Though she'd long learned to "see" with her earthbending, true vision had always been a distant dream. This faint glow… even blurred… was intoxicating.

"I'm sorry, child," Alexstrasza said gently. "I tried to heal you. But your internal energy rejects mine. This is the best I could do."

She could have forced a full healing—but it would have crippled her. She wasn't this world's protector. She had her limits.

But Toph shook her head, eyes wide with trembling joy.

"No! This is already incredible! I don't even know how to thank you! Whatever you need—I'll do it!"

She began to kneel, but Alexstrasza stopped her.

"No need to repay me. This is what it means to be the Life-Binder. But… if you could, would you comfort the girl outside? I'm afraid she'll be heartbroken."

"Understood!"

Without hesitation, Toph sold Ryuji out and darted outside like a kid chasing a new toy—wobbling but glowing with excitement.

Ryuji watched, stunned.

He'd never realized how much strength it took for a blind girl like Toph to carry herself with such biting sarcasm and confidence.

What an iron will.

"You're worried about her, aren't you? Hmm… you really can be careless."

Alexstrasza said with a smile—while casually removing his pants. She raised an eyebrow at the lacy panties.

And chuckled.

Before Ryuji could even react to the fact that she had taken off his pants, the armored gloves and razor-sharp claws on her arms had already vanished, leaving only a minimal amount of clothing.

Then, the Red Dragon Queen's hands—hot, yet mysteriously not burning—wrapped around him. With calm grace and authority, she knelt down and, speaking softly, guided his dick into he warm and pussy.

"I figured you'd prefer if I left a little clothing on," she said with a teasing smile.

Tight, soft, full?

Those words couldn't begin to describe it.

Wild, powerful, full of life?

Can't really describe it.

To Ryuji, it felt as if he were embraced by a super comfortable pressure chamber—an almost otherworldly warmth surrounding him completely. And even though he was fully inside, he hadn't yet reached her womb.

It was like stepping into an endless abyss, and the sheer depth of it made his heart pound furiously.

What's more, he could feel it—every part of her seemed to have a will of its own, moving, adjusting, responding to him with perfect coordination.

But the most overwhelming sensation was the heat.

Not the gentle, icy chill he had felt with Elsa.

This was heat, pure and unrestrained. Not something that could be overcome simply by circulating his inner energy.

This heat felt like stepping directly into a living flame.

And from just this first contact, he was already losing control—words caught in his throat, his thoughts spinning.

"You seem ready now," she whispered above him with a smile. "Then... here I come."

Though a touch of blush graced her cheeks, her crimson eyes calmly evaluated Ryuji's length. Not bad—perhaps even impressive by human standards. But for a being like her, who had lived for millennia as the Aspect of Life Bender, it was... merely adequate.

She had quietly asked her sister Ysera once, and the answer was the same: no dragon, not even their kin, could truly satisfy them in their true forms. The sheer size difference—over a hundredfold—made it impossible. Female dragons were already larger than males to begin with, so finding a mate who could keep up was a lost cause.

That was why they preferred taking human or elven forms for such activities. The biological reproduction systems of mortal bodies amplified pleasure tenfold compared to draconic physiology. Yet even then, few partners could last long enough to please her or Ysera—some even performed worse than in dragon form, overwhelmed by the intensity.

 But Alexstrasza wasn't seeking ecstasy tonight—she sought efficiency.

With practiced grace, she pressed her full breasts against Ryuji's chest, letting them sway enticingly in front of his wide eyes. Meanwhile, her hips moved with precision, every muscle clenching and undulating with techniques honed over centuries—all to milk him dry as quickly as possible.

She was too effective.

She moved with such force that, at one point, Ryuji's body nearly lifted off the bed from the momentum.

The power gap was absurd.

If Ryuji was level 10, Alexstrasza—tens of thousands of years old—was level 10,000.

An absolute, humiliating mismatch.

Watching his blissful expression, the Dragon Queen sighed inwardly.

"Forgive me, little one. I must borrow your strength, yet I cannot even let you enjoy it properly. But this is necessary."

With a soft breath, she tilted his chin upward and gave him a tender smile—a warmth that felt almost maternal—just before she tightened around him and dropped her hips with calculated precision and whispered:

"Relax, child. Think of me as your mother."

The words shattered something inside Ryuji. The shock hit like cold water to the soul—and in that instant, his entire body spasmed.

A sudden surge of white-hot liquid erupted from him, pouring deep into her burning core—only to be forcefully expelled by her contracting walls. It sprayed wildly, uncontrollably, while a small managed to seep into her womb, eliciting a surprised tremor from her body.

It wasn't because of volume.

It was because—to her—his essence felt cold.

What Elsa had once found searingly hot… Alexstrasza, a creature of flame and life, found almost chilling.

Meanwhile, Ryuji's mind blanked.

The sheer shame of being manipulated into climaxing—coupled with the overwhelming stimulation—made his blood energy technique spiral out of control. His heart stopped.

His once-proud length softened, slipping free from her furnace-like body. Startled, Alexstrasza leaned forward, eyes widening at the sudden lack of pulse beneath her hand.

Alexstrasza blinked, her fangs peeking cutely behind parted lips.

"Eh? T-Too much?" she mumbled, flustered, her sharp teeth slightly exposed. "Ahh… such a shy little thing…"

Her healing hands were already on his chest, reigniting his stilled heart with Life's flame before he could even hit the ground mentally.

When Ryuji's eyes fluttered open, he took one look at her apologetic face—

—Then curled into a fetal position, hugging his knees.

Ryuji wanted to cry.

"This is too humiliating..."

Five strokes.

That was all it took for Alexstrasza to break him.

No— three.

By the third, he was already spilling. Her words and the final two movements just amplified the ejaculation.

This wasn't "three-minute man" shame.

This was "three-thrusts-and-done" disgrace.

And she'd exploited his deepest instincts to do it!

Damn you, Dragon Queen!!!

Ryuji, who had faced despair and monsters beyond imagining, now felt a different kind of spiritual collapse—a uniquely masculine kind of humiliation.

Alexstrasza's face softened with guilt. She reached out, pressing her warm chest against his trembling back.

"I'm sorry… truly. I was just desperate. I won't do that again, little one. I promise."

But to Ryuji, curled and broken, her embrace felt less like comfort and more like the jaws of a monster.

Not a beautiful queen.

She was a predator.

A terrifying predator.

"I… still need to return soon," she said quietly. "But how about this—I'll offer you my blessing. I'll be gentle this time. No tricks, I swear. As the Queen of Dragons and Warden of Life… I give you my word."

She put on her most reassuring smile.

Then noticed his dick having miraculously recovered, now twitching against her thigh, an expression of relief appeared on her face.

Gently, she leaned down, pressing her lips to his.

When their kiss parted, and Ryuji was breathing heavily again, he stared up at her. He saw her sincerity. She hadn't made another move until he gave her that small, reluctant nod.

Her expression brightened.

"That's my good boy," she beamed, immediately pulling him into her mountainous breasts again—and guiding him back into her wet cunt.

But Ryuji had forgotten one very important thing.

Even if she promised to go easy…

When a level 10,000 being "goes easy" on a level 10...

What difference does it make?

The moment her slick heat engulfed him, Ryuji's vision whited out. Her inner walls weren't just tight - they moved, undulating with centuries of practiced muscle control that immediately milked his length. A strangled groan tore from his throat as her cervix kissed his tip on the first thrust, the obscene schlick of her dripping arousal echoing through the chamber.

"Ah! S-so deep already?" The Dragon Queen feigned innocence even as her hips pistoned with brutal efficiency. Her swollen clit ground against his pelvis with every descent, her thighs quivering not from effort but from restraint - she could snap his hips like twigs if she rode him at full strength.

Ryuji's nails carved into the bedding as her womb sucked at him greedily. Each withdrawal threatened to pull his soul out through his cock, each plunge flooded his veins with dragonfire heat. 

Her cunt was a living thing, breathing around him in tidal rhythms that mirrored the rise and fall of her scaled wings. Every nerve ending screamed as her inner folds rippled in deliberate peristalsis, wringing him mercilessly.

Then came the coup de grâce.

Her hand slid between them, two fingers spreading her glistening lower lips wide. "Watch," she commanded - and Ryuji's sanity fractured as he saw his own cock disappear into that gaping, pulsing maw, her swollen inner flesh glistening like the inside of a freshly split pomegranate.

"Ngh! A-Alexstra-!"

"Too late." Her smirk was predatory as her walls clamped in a vice-like spasm. The orgasm ripped through him like a lightning bolt, his scream muffled by her pillowy breasts as his cum shot in thick ropes directly against her hungry cervix. She milked him through each pulse, her satisfied hum vibrating through his overstimulated flesh.

When Ryuji finally collapsed, twitching and empty, Alexstrasza licked a stray droplet from her claw with feline satisfaction.....

Later...

When Alexstrasza, now glowing with satisfaction, eventually handed his barely-conscious body back to Elsa and went out hunting, Elsa could only stare at the wreckage.

"'Form is emptiness… emptiness is form…'" Ryuji muttered.

"…Huh?"

Elsa blinked. Ryuji's eyes looked distant—almost enlightened—and his body emitted a faint golden glow.

"In the end… breasts are just… fat," he whispered hollowly. "Heh… hehehe… why did I ever care so much…?"

Elsa turned helplessly to Toph, who quickly looked away.

"I'm blind."

You can still hear him, though!

Elsa's eye twitched. But Toph, smug as ever, muttered one final line.

"Which means I can't see weak, broken men."

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T/N: Hahahaha, this chapter was funny af.