Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Second Epilogue - Al'Miraz #02
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Arthin was starting to realize that something was off.
He'd let his guard down, mesmerized by Al'Miraz's innocent gaze and convincing himself nothing would happen, but before he knew it, she had straddled him, gazing down from above.
The problem was that the dancer's outfit she favored in her human form—popular in the Desert Sultanate—was skimpy on fabric and made of silk as soft and thin as could be.
And so, he could clearly feel the heat of Al'Miraz's skin rubbing against his thigh. Every time her soft flesh pressed against his firm muscle, his cock twitched in response. No, it was definitely reacting, little by little.
'W-what the hell? No matter how I think about it, this angle... My head's spinning from the scent...'
The piercing fragrance clouded Arthin's mind, already muddled by aphrodisiac magic, but he didn't realize it was the hellish perfume Al'Miraz's mother had gifted her for special occasions—a scent that ensnared men.
And it wasn't just that. Her excessive exposure made it hard to tell, but the dancer's outfit she wore today was one reserved for "special" hospitality even in the Desert Sultanate.
"Hyaaang... Master’s embrace is so warm..."
But Al'Miraz didn't rush in recklessly.
Her master, already exposed to her touches, would soon have his rationality numb and crave primal pleasure. Once the reactions started, it wouldn't be too late to tease then.
This was the scheme Al'Miraz had devised after hearing about the unicorn falling into a succubus's trap. Aphrodisiac magic, enchanting perfume, excessive skinship—she'd schemed it all out cleverly.
"W-wait, Al'Miraz. I kinda need to use the bathroom..."
It was a lie. She'd already noticed his cock swelling against his thigh from earlier.
Though she'd never had sex even once, Al'Miraz knew this wasn't the time to let go. She wrapped her arms around his neck like she wouldn't release him, whispering softly into his ear as he panicked.
"What are you going to do in the bathroom, Master...?"
Gulp. Arthin swallowed dryly. The weight of Al'Miraz's breasts pressing into his chest was beyond what he'd imagined from just looking.
'D-did this kid have such a killer body...?'
Arthin was flustered. He'd seen her not as an alluring woman, but as the girl next door or a little sister—yet her fleshy assault was this devastating.
But Arthin needed to realize something. He'd already fucked Shaomei, whom he treated like a sister, and Unicorn, whom he saw as a bro. His "possibilities" extended far beyond his imagination.
Plus, it hadn't even been 24 hours since Agnes had taken care of him orally, and only half a day since sex with Unicorn—he'd let his guard down. But after that, he'd spent nearly three months in his mental world, abstaining to rescue Violet.
In short, his body was in heat from the aphrodisiac magic, and his mind had suppressed lust for three months. Al'Miraz, who'd spent those three months with him, already knew.
"Master, something hard is poking my thigh... What could it be?"
"T-that's..."
The moment Arthin realized something was definitely wrong, there was no escape.
Al'Miraz's arms hugged his neck tight, her fingers gently stroking his hair and back. And with her ample breasts crushing his chest, he couldn't move—like a weight of iron pinning him down.
"Al'Miraz...? Aren't we a bit too close...?"
They were now so near that the slightest move would bring their lips together. Arthin pulled his head back a little, but the sofa was too cramped.
"Oh, you're right. The sofa is pretty narrow, huh?"
Snap!
With a flick of her fingers, the sofa they lay on transformed into a fluffy bed. Of course, it wasn't good news for Arthin.
"Better than the sofa, right?"
"No, this is... like a love hotel..."
At that moment, Arthin pinpointed the source of his unease. A familiar vibe from Shaomei was emanating from this unfamiliar Al'Miraz!
"H-hey, Al'Miraz? Calm down? We're not in that kind of relationship...?"
Arthin barely suppressed the instinct urging him to show this lewd bitch the glory of his cock. Not just because he didn't love her? He'd already half-discarded such morals when receiving a blowjob from Sion.
'If I do it with Al'Miraz, what the hell do I tell the others...?'
He couldn't hide it like with Sion. If he fucked his familiar Al'Miraz, Violet would notice in less than a week.
'I have to hold back. I must hold back this time. I'm not a beast—I can control my lust...!'
Seeing Arthin squeeze his eyes shut and mentally chant the national anthem, Al'Miraz—victory shimmering before her—decided to drive the final wedge into her plan.
"Come to think of it, I never told you, did I, Master...?"
"...W-what?"
As Al'Miraz suddenly addressed him, Arthin cracked his eyes open to look at her. She'd removed her veil, her innocent gaze replaced by a sweet smile.
"Rabbit demons have heat cycles...♡"
Heat cycle—the lewd word alone left Arthin speechless. Even half-beastkin Shaomei had one, but Al'Miraz was the first to flaunt it outright.
Gulp. As he swallowed again, Al'Miraz whispered into his ear with a ticklish, sultry voice—soft, but clear.
"And... I think I'm in heat because of you, Master...♡"
Snap. Hearing that, something inside Arthin broke.
"I can't hold back anymore!"
"Kyaaak♡"
With that, Al'Miraz let out a small scream laced with anticipation as Arthin's bold move flipped her underneath him.
"Already soaking this much, you filthy rabbit...!"
His fingers trailed down and grazed her pussy—it was drenched, proving her heat was real. The sight only enraged his cock further.
"With these ridiculously huge tits, always wearing clothes that piss off my dick...!"
"Aaang♡ Sorry for making your dick mad♡ Aaah♡ Hyaaat♡"
Squelch squelch. A light fingering inside made her whole body quiver sensitively. Just from minimal teasing, she seemed on the verge of climax—Arthin stopped, pulling out his throbbing cock from his pants.
"Huaaat...♡ Master's cock is so huge...♡ It might kill me if it goes in...♡"
"It's the dick you pissed off! Take it with that sloppy pussy that cums from fingers!"
No romance whatsoever—just forceful. But while whining verbally, Al'Miraz naturally wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Still... Master's a coward, so I bet you won't really do it...♡"
Her final taunt. As she giggled and hugged his neck, any lingering hesitation in Arthin vanished.
Squelch♡
"Hyaaaang?!"
Her body in heat successfully took his massive cock in one go, but the first-time pleasure made Al'Miraz climax lightly right then.
But savoring the familiar sensation of breaking her hymen, Arthin gripped her climaxing body and began thrusting his hips.
"Haaat, huaaang...♡ Too deep, Master♡"
Two to three degrees hotter than a human's, with tighter contractions—her vaginal walls gripped him, and his cock relentlessly battered her womb with its tip, showing no sign of stopping.
'Finally... one with Master...♡'
The cock filling her lower half hurt, but Al'Miraz felt even that pain as happiness.
Now she could proudly call herself Master's woman. She felt a twinge of guilt toward her lord Mephisto, but cutting in line was unavoidable.
"Haaang♡ Master, I'm gonna cum...♡ Fill me up inside...♡"
With a satisfied face of unity with Arthin, she sweetly urged his release. Her body burned hot, eager for his semen.
Squelch squelch! Creak creak!
"Hyaat♡?! Master♡!? Too rough!!"
"It's only been 30 seconds, and after pissing off my dick this much, you think you're cumming alone?!"
But there was one fact Al'Miraz hadn't realized.
Rabbits climaxed from just 3 seconds of sex, but humans had the highest stamina among all animals.
"Hyaat♡ Haaang♡?! It’s churning♡ Churning inside♡"
She clenched hard, trying to milk his semen as she climaxed, but Arthin showed no signs of cumming or slowing.
After that, Al'Miraz climaxed dozens—no, hundreds of times, passing out and coming to repeatedly without making him cum once.
*
And there was one more thing Al'Miraz hadn't noticed.
Putting Unicorn to sleep and warding the door against intruders was a thorough plan.
"...Grind! Grrrrrind!!"
But she hadn't anticipated someone trying to enter the fourth-floor room not through the door, but the window.
"Young Lord...! Why is he thrusting into that vulgar beastkin's pussy with such a blissful face...!!"
Grind grind grind grind.
Sion Idris, who had escaped the hospital right after regaining consciousness to meet Arthin at the inn, burned with endless jealousy at the intense mating sex before her eyes.
'That cunning beastkin must have seduced him...! I have to help Young Lord Arthin!'
Her prince, her knight, the Young Lord who'd saved her life twice—she couldn't let him be stolen by that arrogant big-titted rabbit beastkin.
She was ready to offer her body and soul to Arthin. No matter how hard the play he demanded, she yearned to satisfy him with everything she had.
Clunk!
As if answering her desperate wish, one of the locked windows—the one to the bedroom where Unicorn lay belly-up—slid open smoothly.
Heh. Sion stopped grinding her teeth, flashing a predator's grin. Just as Arthin had once evaluated, it was the face of a snake that had found its prey.