Midnight Visitor

The night in Ludel was deep and quiet. It was the hour when everyone had fallen asleep. In the evidence storage room on the first basement floor of the security headquarters, where the stench of mold, dust, and some unidentifiable fishy odor mingled, a man stood. The deputy chief of the security force, Leo.

"Damn it... Damn it...!" Crash! He kicked a wooden crate in irritation. Dust billowed up, but he paid it no attention as he panted harshly. His face was twisted with rage and inferiority.

The spar that had taken place in the training grounds earlier that day refused to leave his mind. That humiliating defeat.

To think... to think I lost to a bastard like that.

The moment Hans's wooden sword had stopped right in front of his Adam's apple. The indifferent look in those eyes as they stared down at him. As if he were nothing more than an insect, or something not even worth bothering with.

"Uwaaaagh!"

Leo tore at his hair and let out a guttural scream.

If things continue like this... I'll lose everything. His reputation, and even the chief he'd harbored a one-sided love for. All of it was at risk of being stolen by that stray stone that had rolled into town.

"No. I absolutely cannot allow that."

A venomous light flickered in Leo's eyes. If the honest approach wouldn't work, he would simply use another method. This was his domain. His home ground, where no outsider could dare trespass.

He scanned the storage room. It was packed with items the security force had seized from criminals over the years—smuggled goods, narcotics, illegal weapons, and...

"Found it."

It was loot taken from a notorious band of perverted thieves who had ravaged a nearby village three years earlier.

With trembling hands, Leo opened the box. Creak. The rusted hinges ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠groaned as the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lid lifted.

The first things to catch his eye were women's undergarments trimmed with lavish lace—silk panties stolen from noblewomen, mesh stockings, garter belts... And beside them, a small glass vial filled with a violet liquid.

"Hehe... Hehehe..."

A slimy laugh slipped from Leo's lips. He picked up a pair of silk panties. The soft texture against his palm sent a shiver through him.

"How dare a commoner man carry something like this hidden in his travel bag?"

It was the perfect evidence to paint him as a sexual deviant. Or better yet, a panty thief. And if this perfume were discovered alongside it?

"An undeniable sex criminal."

A flawless scenario unfolded in Leo's mind. Sneak into Hans's room and plant these items. Then, tomorrow morning, burst in under the pretext of a surprise inspection and dramatically uncover them.

The chief suffers from severe mysophobia.

The moment she laid eyes on these objects, her goodwill toward Hans would twist into utter contempt. Leo was certain of it.

"Exile. No—I'll have him thrown in prison."

Leo hastily gathered the evidence and stuffed it into his clothes. His eyes glittered like a snake's in the darkness.

"Just wait, Hans. Tomorrow morning will be your funeral."

At the same time, inside the security force barracks. Karen's bedroom.

"Haa... Haa..."

Rough breathing echoed through the darkness. On the bed, Karen tossed and turned in nothing but a thin nightgown. The blanket had long since been kicked to the floor, and her pale legs caught the moonlight, revealing elegant curves.

Her hand moved restlessly beneath her nightgown, between her thighs.

"Ugh... No... This isn't right..."

Karen bit her lip, swallowing her moans. The act she had attempted earlier that day—rubbing that small nub with her fingers. It had certainly produced a tingling pleasure, but something was missing. The explosive reaction Hans had shown her. She had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not yet reached that realm.

It isn't mere friction... There must be a deeper principle at work.

Karen stopped her hand and stared at the ceiling. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her body was burning, yet she had no way to release the heat. She felt like she was losing her mind.

The enormous object she had witnessed through the telescope last night. The white fluid that had gushed from it. The image refused to leave her mind.

"Turbid energy... Yes. I must emit the turbid energy."

She bolted upright. Suffering alone like this would yield no answers. She needed a master. A pioneer who had already reached that level.

"Hans."

She clenched her fist with determination. Pride? Shame? Such things were luxuries on the path of learning.

"I will go now."

Karen rose from the bed and hurriedly dressed. Swearing on her honor as a knight, she would master that secret technique tonight no matter what.

Of course, she deliberately ignored the fact that her lower body was already soaking wet.

Moonlight Shelter Inn, Room 201.

"Krgh... Zzz... Zzz..."

Hans was dead to the world. The spectacular events of the past two days, combined with the strong ale Masa had forced him to drink that evening, had knocked him out cold.

Moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his handsome face. Thanks to his habit of kicking off the blankets, his powerful body—clad in nothing but a pair of loose boxer shorts—was completely exposed.

Whether from the alcohol or from whoever haunted his dreams, the front of his shorts stood tented high.

Click.

A faint metallic sound broke the silence. The locked door opened without a whisper. The master key capable of opening every door in the inn.

Then a woman slipped inside like a shadow. The innkeeper, Masa.

"......"

She closed the door carefully and locked it. Clack. A perfect sealed chamber.

Masa's outfit was nothing short of scandalous. Her usual modest apron was gone. In its place was a black see-through slip. Through the thin fabric, her full breasts, narrow waist, and plump hips were shamelessly revealed.

She approached the bed on silent, feline steps. The hunger in her eyes as she gazed down at the sleeping Hans resembled that of a starving lioness.

"Sleeping so soundly... my sweet baby."

Masa licked her lips and whispered. Her gaze traveled from his face to his chest, down the hard ridges of his abs, and finally locked onto the massive bulge straining his shorts.

"Oh my... Goodness gracious."

Masa's eyes curved into crescents.

"Are you that worked up?"

She perched carefully on the edge of the bed. Even as the mattress sank deeply, Hans didn't stir.

"How dare you try to play around with that young knight girl?"

Masa's hand stroked his thigh.

"That won't do. Hans belongs to me. I claimed him first."

Her fingers crept higher. They hooked beneath the waistband of his shorts. Then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—she pulled them down.

Slide.

Hans's enormous member sprang free, bouncing heavily once released from its confines.

"Haa..."

Masa let out a heated sigh. It was a masterpiece no matter how many times she saw it. The thick, vein-ridged shaft. The flushed, glistening head.

"It looks delicious..."

She could hold back no longer. Leaning forward, she let her abundant hair spill across his thighs. Her crimson lips descended toward the hottest part of him.

Mmm... So warm...

Hans was dreaming. He floated in an open-air hot spring in the middle of an endless snowfield. Steam rose in lazy curls as he soaked in the soothing water. The perfect heat melted every ounce of fatigue from his body.

This is heaven... I'm in paradise...

But the water felt strange. Instead of ordinary liquid, it was sticky and slippery, like being submerged in slime jelly. And that jelly... was moving.

Squirm. Squirm.

It wrapped gently around his legs, squeezing, rubbing, caressing.

Ah... Right there... That feels incredible...

A hazy pleasure spread through him in the dream. Something warm and wet was relentlessly teasing his most sensitive spot. It felt like soft flesh, yet also like a living creature.

Is that Miss Eila...?

As the misty steam parted, he thought he could faintly see Eila's face. Was she pleasuring him with her stockinged feet? No, it was too warm for that... too wet.

"Slurp... Chup..."

A wet, obscene sound reached him from somewhere.

What is that noise...?

Hans's consciousness rose slightly toward the surface. Reality began to pierce the veil of the dream. The soft brush of hair against his thighs. The thick scent of rose perfume tickling his nose. And the scorching heat of something wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Mmm...?"

Hans groaned, eyelids fluttering. His body felt heavy and languid, but the pleasure between his legs grew sharper, stronger.

"Slurp, slurrrp... Haaup!"

Someone was swallowing him to the very back of their throat. Hans bucked reflexively.

"Ugh!"

A warm tongue swirled around the head of his cock, poking insistently at the slit.

"Ah...!"

Hans cried out and his eyes flew open. His vision was blurry. In the darkness, he saw it—a woman's head buried between his legs. Every time she bobbed vigorously, his entire body shook with ecstasy.

"Huk...!"

He struggled to process the situation. A ghost? Sleep paralysis? No, this was far too vivid, too real.

The woman lifted her head. Saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes swam with raw desire.

"M-Masa?"

Hans's voice shook.

Instead of answering, Masa gave him a seductive smile. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, her lips shiny with his fluids.

"Are you awake now?"

Her voice was thick and sweet, like honey laced with danger.

"This... What the hell is..."

"Just stay still. I'll make you feel good."

Masa cut him off and lowered her head once more. This time she took him deeper, more boldly.

"Mmph!"

She suppressed her gag reflex and engulfed his entire length until her nose pressed against his pelvis. The crushing pressure of her throat nearly made his hair stand on end.

"Ah, uwaah...!"

He clutched the sheets desperately. Masa's tongue was masterful. She didn't simply suck—she coiled around his shaft like a snake, stroking upward before using the soft insides of her cheeks to create powerful vacuum suction.

Sluuuuurp! Chup!

The lewd sounds filled the room.

"M-Masa... W-wait, just a second...!"

Hans wanted to stop her, but his body betrayed him completely. His hips jerked upward on their own, and an overwhelming urge to grab her head and thrust deeper surged through him.

Masa reveled in his reaction. One hand kneaded her own heavy breast while the other gently massaged his balls.

"Slurp... Mph... Mmm..."

She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Their gazes locked. Her stare spoke clearly.

You're mine. Tonight I'm going to suck you dry to the marrow.

Hans's sanity teetered on the edge of breaking.

"Huk... No... I'm about to...!"

He cried out in panic. But Masa only sped up. She flicked her tongue mercilessly against the sensitive underside of his glans, urging him toward release.

The air in the room grew scorching hot.