A Night Dyed by the Desires of the Doll and Succubus (1)
The sturdy wooden bed, adorned with a soft pink silk comforter and sheets along with a plump heart-shaped pillow, sat at the very center of the tent. While Neromeltia finished casting soundproofing spells and alarm magic around the perimeter to guard against intruders, two captivating women climbed onto the luxurious bed and settled there.
Beatrice knelt upon it with an utterly expressionless face. Having just stepped out of the bath, her emerald-green hair and skin glistened with lingering moisture, radiating a smooth, seductive sheen. In place of her tattered rags, she now wore the new maid uniform Neromeltia had given her. Anyone who saw her would have their mind and heart stolen away by her breathtaking beauty.
The vintage blouse of her maid outfit was crafted from black fabric, its crisp white collar accented by a pair of neatly embroidered daisy patterns in golden thread that lent the garment an air of refined elegance. From both shoulders down the length of her slender arms to the wrists, the sleeves were split into long panels, revealing glimpses of her pale skin through the gaps. Black cords threaded in a continuous diamond pattern laced through the openings, keeping the fabric from gaping or slipping. If the ribbons knotted at her wrists were untied, the panels would fall open completely, exposing the bare skin beneath.
A thin crimson ribbon rested at the center of the collar, and the brooch pinned there featured an oval emerald the exact shade of her hair, drawing every eye. The small white apron covered only the area from just beneath her breasts to her lower abdomen, secured by frilled white straps that ran over her shoulders. This design naturally emphasized the soft, rounded swell of her bosom—an unmistakable sign that the uniform had been tailored far more for Neromeltia’s personal tastes than for any practical purpose.
Further proof of that indulgent preference could be found in the lower half of the outfit. Rather than a conventional flare skirt, it was a daring wrap-around style split down the front, openly displaying her long, alluring legs. Beneath the gap, she wore white 30-denier band stockings held up by a garter belt, their outer seams embroidered with rose vines in white thread that stretched from her toes all the way to her thighs. Since she had slipped off her glossy black heels before climbing onto the bed, her small, delicate feet were clearly visible through the thin stockings. The way her weight pressed down on her knees made her thighs appear even fuller and more tempting, stirring an almost painful desire in anyone who looked.
“Isn’t she just too beautiful?”
“If she pleases you, Master, then I am glad. Thank you for this magnificent garment.”
“No, no. It’s the dress that’s fortunate to adorn your beauty, Beatrice. You would look stunning in anything, wouldn’t you?”
“……”
At Neromeltia’s smoothly flowing praise, Beatrice remained silent, merely lowering her head slightly in modest deference.
Neromeltia perched on the edge of the bed where the two beauties sat and quietly studied Beatrice. The glossy emerald hair seemed even more exquisite than silk woven with fairy dust. Her clear blue eyes, like sunlight shattering across a pristine sea, held a profound beauty that made one wonder if they were the tears of the Water Spirit King, Elaim. She was the one and only beautiful Ego Doll ever crafted by the stubborn craftsman Ronald Gutman, who had previously cared only for practicality. What began as a single reluctant concession to Neromeltia’s persistent demands had eventually consumed Ronald’s entire heart and soul, resulting in the masterpiece of his lifetime.
Neromeltia’s gaze drifted lower. The unique cut of the blouse beautifully highlighted the elegant curve of her shoulders. Flawless, smooth skin peeked teasingly between the crisscrossing cords. Though not quite as bountiful as Lusteria’s, Beatrice’s breasts were still generously sized. Even though the blouse left no visible gap, the soft swell pressing against the fabric made their proud, rounded presence unmistakably clear. The frilled white straps on either side of her chest and the apron below only drew the eye more insistently to that alluring center.
“No matter how beautiful the clothes are… I feel no regret at all knowing I’ll soon be stripping them off. I want to see your lovely body completely bare, Beatrice.”
“Master… I’m here too……”
While Neromeltia had been savoring the contradictory charm of Beatrice—both graceful and seductive—a slightly heated voice called from beside her. Lusteria approached, twisting her legs together in obvious need. She crawled across the fluffy bed on all fours like a coquettish cat. While her Master had been admiring the neat, pure allure of the maid, Lusteria had already shed her secretary’s formal jacket and trousers, changing into a seductive red-violet negligee.
The negligee was held up by two thin shoulder straps and featured a plunging neckline. As she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her full breasts hung heavily into view, swaying and changing shape with every movement in the most blatant display. Had it not been for the built-in waist tie that cinched the garment at her narrow midsection, her flushed, rosy nipples would surely have spilled into sight. Her breathing had grown somewhat ragged, and she kept twisting her legs together as if the secret place between them throbbed with urgent heat. The way her plump, elastic thighs pressed tightly against each other, reshaping with every motion and sometimes sending tiny ripples across their surface, radiated an obscenely erotic charm.
Unlike an ordinary negligee, this one was cut scandalously short, barely covering the deepest part of her thighs and only just managing to conceal her underwear. As a result, her smooth legs were almost entirely exposed.
“If you keep looking only at Lady Beatrice… I can’t help but get jealous……”
“I’m sorry for neglecting you. But why would such a beautiful and adorable secretary feel jealous?”
Neromeltia’s fingers brushed lightly along Lusteria’s exposed shoulder, tracing the elegant line of her neck. At her Master’s pleasant touch and sweet whisper, Lusteria let out a silent, delighted laugh, unable to hide her joy. She looked up at her Master with overflowing affection, then began to caress Neromeltia’s body with sticky, hungry hands.
Her fingertips burned with heat. She stroked Neromeltia’s skin tenderly before slowly beginning to peel away the dress. The black, alluring halterneck dress Neromeltia wore was the magical garment known as Night Illusion. It could freely transform according to her will, but it was also designed to be put on and taken off quickly and easily. With just a touch of mana, it could split into multiple pieces, slip off, and even fold itself neatly on a table. Yet Neromeltia did nothing at all, simply surrendering her body to Lusteria’s feverish touch.
After all, this too was one sweet paragraph in the night’s indulgence. There was no reason to skip it.
Bit by bit, the black dress slid away, revealing the pure white nakedness of the alluring Demon Lord. Candlelight cast a warm glow that shimmered across her smooth shoulders. As the halterneck slipped free, her full breasts bounced enticingly. The firm abdomen that had once been partially visible in a diamond-shaped cutout now revealed its entire sleek, narrow waist, proudly displaying the beautiful curves of the female form. When the dress finally pooled at her ankles, her elastic, rounded buttocks—pressed down by her seated position—appeared even plumper and more obscene.
Schlick.
“Hyaah!!”
While Lusteria had been eagerly focused on undressing her Master, Neromeltia’s fingers suddenly thrust into the succubus’s dripping folds. The wet, vulgar sound of her juices rang out clearly, and the reflexive moan Lusteria let out from the sudden surge of pleasure sounded utterly lewd.
Neromeltia had noticed a single droplet of nectar trickling down Lusteria’s tightly twisted thigh and decided to tease her.
“I haven’t even touched you properly yet, and your love juices are already running down your thighs?”
“Hnn… but……”
“You’re so wet and sloppy. What’s going on here?”
Squish!
“Hyaahk!!!”
Even though Neromeltia had only lightly grazed her and inserted two knuckles, Lusteria trembled with a small spasm. When those fingers curled inside and pressed against her inner walls, her passage clenched violently, producing even louder, more obscene wet sounds.
Without a single proper caress, her sex had already finished every preparation for intercourse. Her lewd entrance gaped open greedily, the vivid pink inner membranes clearly visible. The obscene sight of her twitching hole openly craving carnal pleasure was unmistakable. Thick, sticky honey of ecstasy continuously leaked from within, flowing over her small, cute labia and her swollen, erect clitoris.
“…It was you, Master… who made my body this honest…… You told me… if I wanted something… not to hold back and just say it……”
“That’s right, Lust. I wasn’t scolding you. I did it because you’re just too adorable.”
“Master……”
“Good girl, Lust. I love how honest you are.”
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and desire that dominated her entire body, Lusteria trembled continuously. Neromeltia kissed her flushed cheek with tender affection. The kiss did not end there. It traveled over her hypersensitive ear, down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally settled lovingly on her secretary’s crimson lips.
What began as a light kiss quickly grew heated. Their mouths devoured each other in a lewd, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, explored, and exchanged saliva, filling the tent with wet, obscene sounds. When their lips finally parted, a thin, sticky strand of saliva stretched between them.
Lusteria gazed up with hazy, intoxicated eyes, looking utterly enraptured. The sight filled Neromeltia with overwhelming love. Then she turned her gaze toward the remaining woman.
The expressionless maid remained perfectly still in her reverent kneeling posture, watching her Master. Yet Neromeltia did not miss even the slightest change in her. With a meaningful smile, she began to move toward her.
The maid had drawn the hands that had been neatly folded on her lap down between her own legs, resting them near her most secret place.