Dragon Princess Dance 01-26

The Dance of the Dragon Princess
Author: Conch House Word Count: 8392
First of all, let me explain that this story was previously posted on sis001 earlier this year. At that time, I just randomly picked up a name like "Tales of Another World" or something like that. However, after posting all the stockpiled material, I temporarily stopped
writing due to work adjustments and personal issues. Recently, since things have settled down and my life is more regular, and I don't have much else to do, plus some people have been urging me to update, I've picked it up again to continue writing... However, I haven't posted it on sis before
. The original text has about twenty more chapters left, so I'll start posting from the first chapter. I forgot my old account, so I'm using a new account that I applied for earlier. I haven't been to this site for a long time, so please correct me if I offend anyone.
This story is relatively clean, the H content isn't very high, and it's a yuri story, so there will be some slightly more explicit content. Perhaps it should be considered a lesbian story.
If I had to mention keywords, they would be yuri, lactation, interracial rape, egg-laying, and training—although some of the content won't be revealed all at once.
Please don't be offended if you don't like this type of story.
The new name comes from , although the two are unrelated in content. Considering that the name "Dancing with a Dragon Girl" doesn't sound very good, it was changed to "Dance of the Dragon Princess".
I wrote this to pass the time, so some of the content in the beginning may be a bit off-key and rash, but I'll just post it here for now and revise it later if I have time. Anyway, this is a story about a hopelessly weak masochistic bottom heroine who uses her lower body to drive the gears of history.
The following is the main text.
Chapter 1 Cicada Wings and Dragon Flute (0)
"Now you still have a chance to give up... I'll ask you one more time, do you really want to..."
"Yes."
Before the doctor could finish his question, the girl gave an affirmative answer.
"Please don't ask anymore—"
The girl slowly but firmly shook her head.
"I'm afraid I'll regret it. That would be a loss for both of us, wouldn't it?"
"...I understand."
The doctor pushed the contract on the table in front of the girl.
“Sign it… and strive for your future.”
This document wasn't written on common parchment, but on medieval-style parchment. Although bleached, it still retained a faint yellowish hue. Dozens of neatly arranged words in black ink were contractual terms the girl had memorized.
These astonishingly neat characters were certainly not handwritten—to ensure clarity and validity, it must have been created using movable type or some mysterious magic trick. The neatly drawn pentagram in red ink on the left side of the signature panel clearly confirmed this—this was a contract with a binding force at the soul level. During the contract's validity, unless the power of the bound parties exceeded that of the providing spirit or god, they could not escape the circle of these rules.
The girl picked up a pen from the pen holder, made two light strokes on another sheet of white paper, and then signed her name on the parchment.
Lowe. Rost.
Then she capped the pen and pushed the contract back.
"Wait."
The doctor suddenly interrupted the girl's actions. "What did you forget?"
She reached out and drew a circle on the pentagram in the lower left corner with her index finger, saying, "School should teach about this, right...?"
"Oh."
The girl nodded sullenly.
Of course, she knew what she should do, but that kind of thing... was just too embarrassing.
"Hmm... how about I go out for a bit?"
Seemingly sensing the girl's bashfulness, the doctor offered to leave.
"No. No need..."
Luo Wei sighed softly and loosened the elastic band at the front of the dress.
The bodice of this dress was made of a peculiar fabric, different from the light gauze of the main body, with the elastic band at the front holding the woman's breasts in place. By simply widening the elastic band, a simple pull down would easily reveal the girl's full, rounded breasts.
Although she had worn similar dresses before, this kind of clothing was much more revealing and suggestive... it was almost as if it were designed specifically for breastfeeding.
If not told otherwise, who would guess that this peach-pink dress was actually the public school's summer uniform?
The tassels at the edge were slightly taut. Luo Wei bit her lower lip and pressed her breasts against the lower half of the parchment.
Her pink nipples rested against the center of the pentagram, and then she gently pressed her trembling hands onto her left breast.
She was utterly ashamed.
Her plump breasts, at least an E-cup, were flattened by Luo Wei's slight pressure, slumped weakly onto the table.
Nervous, embarrassed, and with a faint, almost imperceptible pleasure.
Luo Wei tried not to think about where she was, or the doctor watching the little girl's clumsy movements and smirking.
Her pink nipples trembled, and finally, a trickle of white milk seeped out.
Then, as if a dam had burst, the white milk continuously seeped from her nipples, dripping onto the red pentagram. Although it was just a steady drip, it didn't stop, and soon, a small patch of milk stain appeared on the parchment.
Luo Wei continued to squeeze her chest, her breathing gradually becoming heavier, until the pentagram pattern suddenly lit up with a faint glow, at which point she stopped. Her
mind was a little dazed—the girl took the tissue the doctor handed her and hurriedly wiped herself a few times, then put her breasts back into her clothes.
"Come to my place next Sunday, um... eat more these few days, if you have enough energy, the success rate will be much higher."
Luo Wei nodded somewhat blankly.
Her eyes wandered around the trash can a few times, but in the end she secretly clutched the tissue in her hand.
"Nothing else, oh—about your sister, should we inform her?"
"No need..."
"Alright then," the doctor took the contract back, glanced at it casually, and put it in the open folder.
"I wish you success, young dragon priestess."
Chapter 1 Cicada Wings and Dragon Flute (1)
Although Luo Wei couldn't understand it, it was said to be the most effective way to avoid large-scale destruction or self-harm.
She was gagged and blindfolded, unable to speak or see.
Luo Wei lay on a leather bed, her hands, feet, and torso bound by dozens of strong straps.
Someone gave her some final instructions, and after she nodded, a pair of earplugs blocked her hearing.
Only the deep thumping of her heart and the strange sound of fluid flowing within her accompanied her.
This was just a skin test…like the IV drip tests she used to have, she could just bear it—Luo Wei reassured herself.
There were about three or four people around, frantically applying a cooling ointment to Luo Wei's body, not only on her front but also on easily accessible areas like her back, ribs, and buttocks. No one seemed to mind those sensitive spots; in fact, those areas were treated with extra ingredients. She couldn't hear what the female doctors were saying, but if they were conversing, it certainly wasn't pleasant. Even though they were women, being touched in this situation felt strange, even repulsive, especially since Luo Wei knew the women here were all lesbians.
The cooling ointment was quickly spread all over her body, the coolness intensifying as it touched her skin. Although it was early summer and the indoor temperature wasn't low, she still couldn't help but shiver.
A pair of hands pressed against her shoulders, then slowly moved down her body, stroking between her chest and lower abdomen. The gentle movements felt comfortable to Luo Wei, but just as she relaxed slightly, the hands moved down again, gently parting her mons pubis.
—Luo Wei struggled violently for a moment, then suddenly fell silent.
Shameless, bitch, filthy slut, pervert—she cursed inwardly for a long time, but then, remembering that she already knew these were necessary steps, she deflated.
At least… it wasn't a man.
A soft tube was inserted into her lower body, feeling like the aluminum tube of a toothpaste tube. The contents inside were a semi-liquid, thinner and more viscous than the ointment applied to her body. As someone squeezed, the tube gradually penetrated deeper into the girl's body.
Luo Wei subconsciously tried to squeeze her legs together, but the hands that were separating her private parts restricted her movements, and then suddenly someone pinched her erect clitoris—she was completely powerless to move anymore.
Is the adult world all this perverted…?
The tube of sticky stuff was quickly squeezed out, and before Luo Wei could catch her breath, another tube took its place.
Soon, a third one arrived.
If she were still a virgin, she would definitely be torn apart—but then Luo Wei remembered that the doctor who treated her that day had asked about her sex life.
Well, maybe if she were still a virgin, they would have asked her to lose her virginity first?
—The third, the fourth, and then the fifth.
And more.
Luo Wei had forgotten how much stuff had been squeezed in.
The fingers moving inside her vagina spread the sticky fluid evenly across the vaginal walls. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel anything—although there was some slight pain, the careful movements of the fingers still brought Luo Wei an embarrassing yet pleasurable sexual experience. Even though she couldn't see, Luo Wei could imagine the embarrassing sight of her erotic secretions mixed with mucus overflowing from her genitals.
After a few minutes, the others in the room stopped;
they were waiting for the stuff on her skin to be absorbed—Luo Wei thought.
And then there was the crucial step.
She suddenly tensed up. She'd already been given a general outline of the procedure, but now several of her senses were shut down, and she was to wait silently in the dark for her treatment—in this environment, Luo Wei's known fears only intensified.
She'd always been terrified of injections, before and now.
Not long after—at least shorter than the "long agony" the girl felt—someone began moving under her armpits.
A brace-like device had been installed over her chest. Luo Wei tried to move, but she was completely immobilized. All her vital organs were bound, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even make the troublesome flesh on her chest twitch slightly.
Two long needles were simultaneously inserted into her breasts.
It wasn't painful, and aside from the shame, there wasn't much other intense sensation… As the liquid from the syringes slowly seeped into her body, Luo Wei suddenly felt a strong burning sensation in her breasts.
It grew stronger and stronger.
This was Zhuolun, an academy city built on the Sea of Stone Trees.
Stretching for hundreds of miles, the Stone Sea Canyon, with an average drop of over two hundred meters, bisects the vast Ivory Grassland from west to east. Within a thousand paces on either side of the canyon, a cluster of natural rock pillars stands like islands in a lake.
These independent rock pillars are almost level with the grassland on either side, their tops varying in size; some large enough to build camps for hundreds of people, others too small to even provide footholds. A thousand years ago, the inhabitants who migrated here built suspension bridges connecting the rock pillars for north-south travel. Later, the Pope ordered the establishment of settlements for immigrants nearby, thus creating this complex of buildings standing on over a hundred rock pillars—the "Fifth Academy," "Tiamat Zoren."
Although nominally an "Academy," the head of the academy is also the highest-ranking military and administrative official in the region. Her domain stretches from the snow-capped mountains in the north to the Lop Nur Strait in the south, boasting over five million registered citizens. Given the population distribution of this world, it wouldn't be surprising if this place were called the "Zoren Empire."
No, it's actually an empire—even the renowned "Constantine Empire" on the nearby east coast is officially called the "Constantine Imperial Academy," only its administrative system is a strange form of imperial politics.
In reality, "Tiamat Zoren" also has a national title, but because most of the actual administrative power is delegated to the city councils within its jurisdiction, it's sometimes referred to as a "federation" or "united state" in diplomatic terms.
As a formal student of the "Fifth Academy," Lovi actually holds a status akin to a "candidate noble" and a "national elite" in this world. However, if she recently disagrees with certain "extreme," "alien," and "sexually exploitative" demands from the academy, she faces the predicament of being expelled.
Going from one in 7,000 out of 5 million to one in 4,993,000 out of 5 million—
a change in status, reputation, and actual income that Lovi cannot accept.
Without the academy's scholarship, her sister might have to do the same thing as her…
Luo Wei didn't even dare to think about what would happen next.
As a sister with a doting attitude, perhaps she could bear this sacrifice?
However, it was almost… too much…
one bucket was already full. A round iron bucket, as tall as a person's calf and big enough to hold two large books side by side, was filled with white milk. In fact, the milk that had been there before was much more than what was now overflowing. Unable to bear the fatigue, Luo Wei had slept on the bucket for several hours, and as a result, her swollen breasts still had a strong milky smell and a strange, slippery feel to the touch.
Her full breasts were like a tap that had been turned on, and sweet juice was still dripping into the new bucket, drop by drop. Every half hour, the level of liquid in the bucket would rise significantly.
"Waaah…"
Prolonged lactation not only caused the loss of body water and nutrients, but also the loss of physical strength.
"The time...isn't it time yet...isn't it time yet?"
From the time the medical officers finished packing and left, Luo Wei had spent at least six hours in a daze.
She watched the sunlight outside the window change from the warm morning sun to the blazing afternoon sun, and now it was beginning to advance into the amber hue of dusk.
The room was exceptionally well-sealed, with only one door and a north-facing window. Both the door and window had a special structure; they wouldn't budge even when hammered, and judging by their tight edges, the soundproofing was probably exceptional.
Just as the medical officer had told her—this room could largely guarantee her safety, or rather, prevent her from committing suicide. The walls and floor were covered with a padded leather layer. Besides the bed, the only items in the room were four or five empty buckets, and even these had rounded edges, making them impossible to harm.
Coupled with the horse-bite-like gag in the girl's mouth, even biting her tongue to commit suicide was impossible.
Compared to pre-operative preparations, this situation felt more like vicious torture.
Outside… what was happening?
The window overlooked the plaza of the Third School District. It was hard to imagine that this house was actually located right next to a bustling area—if Luo Wei dared to stand up, her lewd appearance might quickly attract attention, and then it could escalate into a commotion?
She certainly didn't dare… but this was probably an oversight by the hospital; there wasn't a single thing to cover her.
Luo Wei cautiously tilted her head back and looked outside. Some students were leisurely sitting on benches around the fountain in small groups. Although there weren't many people and it was quiet, the view made Luo Wei feel a little more relaxed.
"Ugh... I hate it..."
As she knelt up, her arm, which was supporting her swollen breasts, slightly touched the wall. The pressure caused her breasts to suddenly gush out a large amount of milk, soaking her arm white.
Luo Wei complained in a muffled voice, then shook her arm to clean the liquid.
So thirsty.
After lying on the bucket for a while, Luo Wei suddenly felt unbearably thirsty.
She had felt thirsty after taking a nap, and since she hadn't eaten anything since noon, her stomach felt empty.
But there was no water or food in the room... Hmm...?
She looked at the bucket beneath her.
Yes, this could serve as both water and food.
But drinking her own milk...
Ugh, she still couldn't accept it! —Luo Wei shook her head, dejectedly slumping back onto the bucket.
She saw her breasts dangling in the half-full bucket, like two tempting melons, making her unable to resist pinching them.
"Mmm..."
They really had gotten bigger...
With just a slight squeeze, the milk gushed out uncontrollably, almost like a tap running at low pressure, completely defying scientific logic.
However, compared to her broken lactation ability, Luo Wei was more concerned about her figure. Her breasts, originally an E-cup, had probably grown another size, or even more—during her short nap, her body seemed to have changed quite a bit.
To say she didn't care about her breasts would be a lie, and even most girls would prefer larger breasts—those who shout "Long live small breasts" or claim to hate excess fat are mostly just making excuses for their bodies. At least for Luo Wei herself, she'd rather be the "enemy of large breasts" than join the "small breasts justice" camp.
After all, the very idea of "avoiding small breasts" sounds rather melancholic.
But... wouldn't that be going too far? Actually, an E-cup already exceeded Luo Wei's expectations. Even in this strange and extraordinary world, a D-cup was the average for an eighteen-year-old woman. Any bigger, and it wouldn't just be a burden, but also unattractive.
After lost in thought for a while, Luo Wei suddenly realized that a certain part of her body was becoming wet. She
was actually experiencing sexual desire for her own body.
It was simply—
"Calm down, calm down..."
To distract herself, and also because she was incredibly thirsty, Luo Wei subconsciously dragged the bucket she had filled earlier in front of her.
She only took a small sip.
Looking at the pure white drink in front of her, Luo Wei couldn't help but swallow. But then, looking at the bucket still sandwiched between her legs, absorbing the juice seeping from her breasts, a wave of shame and disgust washed over her.
This pathetic state made her look like the dairy cows on the southern pastures.
The gag in her mouth made it difficult for Luo Wei to suckle. She could only stretch her neck forward and stick out her lips to barely get the milk on her tongue.
It tasted good…
Although it was unprocessed, freshly squeezed milk, the taste was no worse than the packaged milk she had drunk before. In fact, it felt even richer and smoother on her tongue, with a more intense and enticing milky aroma. If there were no harmful ingredients, it would definitely be considered a top-quality beverage.
No wonder the little girl liked it so much.
This was the first time Luo Wei had tasted her own milk, even though she had been lactating for over two years.
Before this, she could express about 500 milliliters to one liter of milk a day. Although it sounded like a considerable amount, it was only enough for her younger sister's breakfast and dinner.
This brat, who was already fourteen years old but so disobedient and would sneak up on her at night if she didn't get some milk—Luo Wei felt a headache just thinking about her.
And it has those nasty canine teeth, it always bites... Seriously, what am I thinking!
Luo Wei swallowed a large mouthful of milk with difficulty, but her legs and limbs, numb from kneeling for so long, suddenly betrayed her. Her wrists, suddenly weak, lost their support, causing her to fall headfirst into the milk bucket. Her other hand tried to brace herself, but slipped on the sap from the skin, almost breaking her finger—
ouch—
"Ugh—whoosh—"
The girl only managed a muffled cry before plunging into the bucket.
A lewd, milky white liquid filled her vision; this time, not only her mouth, but also her eyes, ears, and even her nostrils were filled with milk.
"Cough cough—glug...plop—"
The girl, instinctively trying to catch her breath, was choked by the milk, and a painful dizziness washed over her.
Drowning in her own milk—probably the stupidest and most shameful way to die at the end of the century.
Luo Wei frantically tried to lift her head, but her wildly flailing arms couldn't find a foothold. So, she steeled herself, grabbed the bucket with both hands, and lifted herself up.
While she didn't drown, it was certainly one of the dumbest and most embarrassing things she'd ever done –
with the entire bucket over her head, Luo Wei abruptly lifted her head, her overflowing breast milk faithfully following Newton's instructions, neatly smearing her upper body with the movement. The bucket, which had been between her legs, was knocked over by her violent breasts, the white contents spilling all over the girl's crotch, making her look like she'd wet herself.
"Ah… cheese?"
"Cough, cough—Achoo!"
Even what came out of her mouth was milky white fluid.
Luo Wei pushed the bucket off her head, her vision blurred, and then she collapsed to the ground.
"…"
All the grievances she had held for the past few months suddenly resurfaced, flashing before her eyes like a fleeting image. Soon, the girl's eyes filled with tears.
"...Sister, waah..."
"Waaah...hiss—I want to go home..."
"Waaah, the taste is so strange, meow..."
"Milk...it's so strong."
When she regained consciousness, the sky outside the window was already a hazy yellow.
"Is this the person...oh dear, what a lewd woman."
Luo Wei struggled to lift her eyelids, only able to vaguely see a corner of the room.
"Strange thing, it doesn't taste anything special, but why is she still so wet after so long?"
"Taking a shower with her own milk, how could she do something so outrageous? Is this woman a foreigner from the Amazons?"
It seemed the previous exhaustion had suddenly overwhelmed her, draining all her strength. Lying on the ground, Luo Wei desperately wanted to move, but couldn't even muster a single finger.
"This can't go on forever. There's no other way, the great Lillian will reluctantly clean you up!"
Then, something wet and soft pressed against Luo Wei's body.
What is it...?
To avoid the awkwardness of suddenly making eye contact, Luo Wei, who had regained some strength, carefully shifted her perspective. She saw a little girl with curly blonde hair kneeling in front of her, wearing the same school uniform, her head buried in her stomach.
She had a pair of striking cat ears, which stood out even in the dim light.
The girl on top of Luo Wei was licking her lower abdomen inch by inch with her tongue.
Most of the milk had dried up, but it was still surprisingly stubborn. Lillian carefully licked the liquid on the girl's navel, then moved it upwards little by little.
It itched.
The remaining milk in the navel was also completely licked away, and the tongue pressed against Luo Wei's body moved from her lower abdomen to her chest, diligently licking her two pink nipples.
"Such big nipples... bigger than Mommy's."
The girl's unconscious praise or sarcasm made Luo Wei, who was pretending to be dead, tremble with shyness.
Suddenly, she took the wet, protruding nipple into her mouth and began to suck.
A jolt of electric pleasure shot through the area where they touched, almost making Luo Wei scream.
Idiot…sucking…that’s against the rules!
“Meow…surprisingly delicious! Lillian will fatten you up so I can eat you every day…”
The cat-eared girl nestled against her chest, making smacking noises. She didn’t just take a few bites; instead, she seemed to want to devour it all, sucking on the areola as well. Her other hand also grabbed the free breast, and with malicious squeezing, the milk that had stopped flowing was forced out again, sticking to her hand.
No, no…if this happens, Yunyun’s share won’t be…
“Ah…”
Pretending to be asleep, Luo Wei pulled the cat-eared girl tightly into her arms.
“Ugh—don’t poke my face with your nipples—really!”
Just as Luo Wei had predicted, the girl recoiled from her sudden movement.
"Really, really... even while she was asleep, she still squeezed Lillian's face all over."
—Her body is getting worse and worse. Hearing the girl's complaint, Luo Wei gritted her teeth inwardly.
Seemingly genuinely startled by Luo Wei's actions, the girl waited a while before approaching Luo Wei again.
"Although I don't know if you can hear me, Lillian brought your dragon flute, you know. Lillian came behind the adults' backs because she just couldn't wait any longer!"
"Hmph, just thinking about giving her first time to this broken flute last night makes Lillian super—unhappy, but it's all for you, so hurry up and thank your future master for his favor!"
A completely unlikable little girl—and probably a lecherous bastard.
She sounds no more than fourteen years old; she probably still smells like a baby and is already rushing to claim custody. She probably has no concept of sex at all.
"You'll pay the price for your chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)"—Luo Wei thought maliciously. Even if she trained this little girl into a sex toy, a mobile masturbator, or something similar, she could easily excuse herself with "the master's sexual capacity is insufficient"—that was the privilege of a dragon priestess.
"Such tender flesh, can this really go in?"
The girl held up a long, hard object, gesturing between Luo Wei's legs.
Was that the so-called dragon flute? It did indeed look like something made of bones… a musical instrument made from dragon bones, a strategic tool used to restrain dragon knights.
The cat-eared girl parted Luo Wei's legs and began licking between them.
Her movements were clumsy, but surprisingly earnest. As expected of a native of a single-sex world, she had some talent for this kind of thing and showed absolutely no aversion? Although she had worked in a bad place and considered her sexual experience to be many, many times greater than this girl's, it wouldn't be so natural for Luo Wei to kiss the genitals of a woman. She had practiced for a long time with her sister Elona before she could perform related work normally.
Holding Luo Wei's waist and hips in her hands, the girl diligently moistened her dry vulva, even using her tongue to caress the insides where it could reach. The drugs that had been injected into her had probably already been completely absorbed, as the girl showed no abnormalities.
The state of feigned death allowed Luo Wei to enjoy the thrill of their tryst even more. She pretended to be asleep, slightly parting her legs to facilitate the girl's work.
Hmph, she wasn't losing out, was she?
The dragon flute was a standard, ordinary recorder, and inserting it wasn't too uncomfortable. As mentioned in the instructions, the not-yet-fully-shaped flute was relatively soft, so it easily and slowly pushed into the uterus.
Then, guided by some force within Luo Wei's body, starting from the blowing end that touched the cervix, the part inside her gradually changed and hardened—this end was completed in less than a minute.
The flute has two ends, one in the dragon's ear, the other from the master's mouth… The ancient grammar in the instructions, though mysterious and convoluted, simply meant that the two ends of the recorder recorded the shapes of the two women's vaginas.
What a vicious and lewd prop.

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