Preparation Complete – Yvonah's Turn
Ready.
"Haaah♡"
The woman let out a lewd cry as she passed out.
Her identity? Bella.
Screwing Bella had been a piece of cake.
A life at the academy full of repression and disdain.
Then, an attractive guy shows up offering sympathy over coffee.
She practically melted.
No need for slick talk or anything fancy.
She just wanted empathy and stress relief—and I could provide both.
Easy trip to the bedroom.
Getting a private room sure helped.
True to its status as the empire's top academy, even commoners got their own single rooms.
With top-notch soundproofing, no less.
The academy was the perfect playground for sleeping with women.
Once they taste me, they can't escape.
I smirked down at the unconscious Bella.
Now, time to climb the ladder, step by step!
Just you wait, Yvonah!
Fueled by burning rage toward Yvonah, I steeled my resolve.
**
"Hoo…"
That made seven.
I'd spent the night with every commoner girl except the guys.
Playing with women's hearts like some scumbag? What if you get caught?
I'm already a scumbag.
Hell, I've fooled around with married women.
That personality doesn't just vanish.
And getting caught? No worries there.
They all know already.
Starting with Bella, they'd introduced each other.
That's how I met them all.
They knew I was sleeping with the others and still came to me.
Perfect fuck buddies.
Cheating alone feels risky.
But if everyone's doing it together, it's easier on the conscience.
I exploited that to get close.
There was a chance they'd balk at being fuck buddies.
Luckily, they all jumped in without hesitation.
Gotta thank Sis Hana for this one.
Without the Grating of Charm, it would've taken forever.
In the end, I spent nights in their beds, prying info on the nobles.
First up: the barons' kids—the easiest marks.
I had their weaknesses in my grasp.
What a bunch of psychos…
The dirt from my fuck buddies' mouths was beyond imagination.
Drugs were just the start…
Even straight-up murdering commoners.
Being the lowest rung of nobility made them play extra dirty.
One guy kidnapped an orphan and used them as a dartboard, according to Bella.
She said it so casually.
Is this medieval vibes?
As a modern guy, I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Anyway, murder and drugs.
All illegal.
They hush it up inside the academy because they're nobles' kids and students.
But if word leaks out?
They can't dodge an investigation.
They might escape punishment, but at huge cost.
Not like higher nobles.
Baron kids, and not even the heirs?
Blackmail works like a charm.
Lucky break: not too many total trash.
Fewer targets means less time and effort.
Next up: Eberrit, rated the softest of the scum.
After digging deep into her routine,
I cornered her when she was alone.
"Get lost, commoner!"
True to form, Eberrit spat her rude line.
"Soft" among scum still meant a foul mouth.
"You shouldn't bare your fangs like that."
I closed in on her slowly, building the fear.
Chin—!
Eberrit, fleeing from me, hit a dead end.
I'd scouted and set it up perfectly.
"W-what the hell are you doing?!"
"That shaky voice doesn't scare me."
I approached her.
Swoosh—!
Hand to her chest.
"Eek!"
A terrified whimper escaped at the sudden touch.
"You filthy commoner!"
She swung in rage,
mana gathering at her fingertips.
I squeezed her breast harder.
"You really wanna die?!"
Before her spell finished firing,
"Gonna drop the magic now?"
From an inner pocket in her chest…
I pulled out a pouch.
"T-that's…!"
A small pouch stuffed with white powder.
Empire-banned drugs.
I'd timed it for when she indulged and ambushed her.
"Ha! How'll you prove that's mine?"
No one believes a commoner, she sneered.
Knew you'd say that.
I showed her what I'd prepared.
"?! That's…!"
Photos from my phone.
Eberrit staggering high as fuck, drugs scattered around.
"A commoner… with an artifact?"
No cameras or phones here, but artifacts exist in this dimension.
Any weird gadget gets called an artifact—handy for me.
"Get the picture now?"
Her body froze at my grinning face.
"Now—shall we have a little talk?"
A body talk…
**
Breaking Eberrit took time.
Her noble brat arrogance was a sight.
Plus drug withdrawal on top…
It dragged longer than expected.
Drug addiction's cured, but…
The problem was,
"Hup! Slurp! Slurp slurp!"
She got addicted to cum instead.
Dunno if it's the Heavenly Phallus, but the drug craving faded fast.
Only to be replaced by cum lust.
Right now, naked on all fours under me, sucking my dick.
"Pah~!"
A sticky thread linking my cock and her mouth.
Her tits sagging down with gravity.
Bigger than her head.
Well-maintained body.
Huge ass.
Coke-bottle figure straight out of a comic.
And she's worshipping my cock with devotion.
"Pwease… gimme more~"
Slurred from sucking while talking.
"Want my cum?"
"Yesh!"
Slurp! Suck suck! Sluuuurp!
Urging me faster by sucking harder.
"Alright, drink up."
Spurt! Splurt! Spluuurt!
I filled her mouth to bursting.
"Ahn♡"
Gulp♡ Gulp♡ Gulp♡ Gulp♡
Like a baby guzzling formula.
Smooch— Kiss— Smooch—
Sucked every last drop.
"Hah… heh…"
Mouth open wide: all gone.
Proof of addiction's terror.
Never touch drugs, ever.
Wasn't planning to anyway.
"Mowe… pwease~"
Tongue lolling as she begged.
Normally I'd give more, but
"Nah, all out now."
No More Dick!
She looked like the sky fell at the meme line.
"Eh? Why? Did I do bad?! Please!"
Full-on freakout.
Confirmed.
Cum addiction's from the Heavenly Phallus.
Not curing drugs—swapping them for cum.
Shimbu Rumkun's words echoed.
Capricious abilities…
Hiding effects beyond what I know.
"Please… please…"
Nude, clinging to my leg.
Her pretty blonde hair matted with sweat and cum, sticking everywhere.
"Want cum?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Noble pride gone, polite pleas.
"Then bring me info."
"Info?"
"Yeah, dirt on other nobles' weaknesses."
I handed her a list of names.
"Get me these guys' dirt."
"Yesss!"
Hands shaking as she took it.
"One weakness per load."
She nodded furiously, then paused.
"Um…"
"What?"
Pointed to one name.
"I know all her dirt… Tell you now, get cum right away?"
I checked the name.
One from her usual crew.
Eberrit sold out her friend for cum.
**
Time passed.
A lot…
A year later, second year now.
I moved quietly but boldly.
Path to Princess Yvonah opened up.
Had doubts at first—would this work?
Now? 100% sure.
Would've stopped if she apologized mid-plan.
But she forgot me completely.
Erased that day, no reaction to me.
Literal stranger.
That attitude fueled me more.
"Hah, haaaah♡"
Last one today.
Next: final target, Yvonah.
I can see it!
Yvonah naked…
Crying and moaning under me.
#Yvonah
I gathered all my slaves—ex-nobles—in my room.
"Move according to the plan I laid out."
"Understood."
Eberrit, lowest nobility but top in my slave hierarchy, answered for them.
They scattered.
Within a week, it'll end.
Either I die for insulting the royal family…
Or Yvonah becomes my slave…
One or the other.
I'm confident.
I trust my prep.
A year's worth, balls-to-the-wall effort.