Aisha's Frenzied Night and the Demon King's Craving
Aisha was lost in the supreme pleasure she'd never known in her century of life, from the very first thrust alone. Minwoo had implanted the same suggestion in her that he'd used on Ernate and Siola—one that made her climax with every insertion. It was the perfect hypnosis for satisfying a woman's first time.
"You've held back for a hundred years, so relieving all that must be quite the chore. Let's see... You said you go into heat once a month, so that's twelve times a year... times a hundred makes twelve hundred orgasms, right? Even figuring one climax per thrust, that's twelve hundred hip shakes... Looks like I can't clear it all out in just one day!"
"Nyaaah! Haaang! Minwoooo...! Nyaat...!"
Aisha's ears were already deaf to Minwoo's words. With every shake of his hips, her mind went blank. The all-consuming waves of ecstasy completely shut down her ability to think.
"Oh dear, oh dear... Making you feel too good is a problem too. How am I supposed to get any rest like this?!"
Pounding away like a beast was fun, but sometimes Minwoo wanted to kick back and relax. With teleportation magic on hand, slipping back to the Demon King's Castle now and then for some service from Ernate and Siola sounded ideal. Even as he kept thrusting relentlessly, those were the thoughts running through his head.
The next morning.
"Nngh... Mm?"
Drawn by the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby window, Aisha opened her eyes. For her, who always rose at dawn, sleeping in like this was a rare treat. Strangely, her body felt more refreshed than usual.
Aisha sat up in bed and stretched vigorously.
"Nngh... Fuu... Huh?"
Only after rising did she realize she was stark naked. At the same moment, a flicker of confusion hit her—and she noticed Minwoo still sleeping on the opposite bed.
"No way..."
Fuzzy memories from yesterday started resurfacing. She'd suddenly gone into heat, unable to control her own body. Minwoo had brought her here out of concern. And after that...
"...!"
Recalling yesterday's events, Aisha's face flushed beet red. Beast-like, ferocious mating—that's what flooded back. She couldn't remember precisely after the insertion, when her reason had flown out the window, but she vividly recalled the depraved acts she'd committed.
"I'm insane, insane...! Aisha, what the hell did you do...? Nghhh...!"
Minwoo had only been nursing her out of worry... and she'd pounced on him like that. Heat or no heat, she'd lost control of her lust and done the deed. Aisha wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
In truth, her memories had been subtly altered. In reality, Minwoo had ravished her at will during her heat, but for some reason, she remembered forcibly assaulting a passive Minwoo. Of course, it was Minwoo's brainwashing at work, though she had no idea.
Overcome with shame, Aisha pulled the blanket over her head and squeezed her eyes shut, replaying yesterday. But all that came to mind was her own vulgar form, raping Minwoo.
"What do I do, what do I do...?! How am I supposed to face him now...?"
Peeking cautiously out from the covers, Aisha stole a glance at the still-sleeping Minwoo. His face looked somehow more haggard than yesterday. Had servicing her worn him out that much? Guilt and pity twisted her heart even harder.
That was when it happened.
"Mm..."
"...!"
Minwoo stirred in his sleep, and Aisha jolted in panic, diving back under the blanket. In her haste, her tail poked out, uncovered.
Minwoo then woke up.
"Hmm... Morning already?"
"..."
After loosening up lightly, Minwoo got out of bed and glanced toward Aisha.
"..."
Had she tossed and turned overnight? Burrowing under the covers like a cat was fine, but her black tail was sticking out through a gap, twitching anxiously like it betrayed her nerves.
"Aisha, you awake?"
"...!"
No reply, but her tail went rigid. Clearly, she was up. Minwoo could guess why she was pretending to sleep—guilt over a crime she hadn't even committed.
A mischievous urge struck him as he watched her. What if he acted all disappointed and stormed out? In her current state, she might sob and cling to his pant leg, begging him not to abandon her.
"Hm?"
As he mulled over lines for the act, something caught his eye. A bat perched by the window, staring right at him.
"That must be..."
Confirming Minwoo had spotted it, the bat flew out the window. Minwoo shelved his prank on Aisha and left the room.
..."Siola."
In the deserted inn's backyard, Minwoo called into the empty air. A bat swooped down into the shadow of a tree before him, transforming amid mist into a golden-haired vampire loli, just like a magician's pigeon.
"Minwoo."
"What's up? Something happen?"
"..."
Siola, who couldn't openly wander among humans, had come seeking him out. Must be urgent.
"...The Demon King wants you."
"Huh? Why? She approved of my outside activities, didn't she?"
"Details when you get there. Hurry back."
"W-Wait... I haven't prepared..."
Aisha would come looking if he vanished suddenly. But before he could protest, Siola grabbed his hand and activated teleportation magic.
..."Oh...! Minwoo. You've come?"
"Th-This is..."
As his vision cleared from the blackout, Ernate's voice greeted him—the Demon King herself. Head throbbing from the abrupt teleport, Minwoo looked around.
A familiar place. Not the guest room from his first arrival, but the lavish bedroom with the massive canopy bed where he'd stayed after hypnotizing the pair. Until just days ago, he'd shared this bed daily with the Demon King and Siola.
Though still in a slight post-nut haze from his intense session with Aisha hours earlier, Ernate's sexy body—after two days apart—stirred his lust anew. But he held back, figuring nonstop action might wear even him down.
"So... what's this about, Your Majesty?"
"Mm..."
Ernate averted her gaze, as if hesitant to speak. But she soon continued.
"Truth be told... a slight issue has arisen. We require your assistance."
"An issue?"
What could it be? Minwoo pondered but drew a blank. Ernate pressed on.
"Your external activities are fine, but they've caused one problem."
"Problem...?"
As Minwoo tilted his head, the Demon King flushed faintly and spoke softer.
"That is... the thing we must do every day..."
"Every day...? Ah..."
Suddenly, Minwoo recalled a hypnosis he'd implanted and forgotten. To make her service him every morning, he'd convinced her that consuming his fluids daily was essential to regaining her true power.
Of course, his fluids had no such effect—it was pure suggestion, so he'd let it slide.
"We spent yesterday without you, but for some reason, our mood wouldn't settle all day. We suspect it's from not ingesting your fluids. We have no intent to hinder your activities, but reclaiming this body's true power is important too, so..."
"..."
For some reason, her hesitant, roundabout plea struck him as adorable. But Minwoo realized his oversight.
'I've never experimented with removing a hypnosis implant before.'
Well, now was the time to test it. With that thought, Minwoo pulled out his glow stick.
..."Hoot...! Haaah...! Nngh...!"
Minwoo lay comfortably on the bed as Ernate straddled him, shaking her voluptuous hips up and down with lewd cries. The so-called cowgirl position.
It was a familiar sight by now, yet one that never grew tiresome—an exquisite view. With every motion of her ass, Minwoo's rigid cock appeared and vanished repeatedly.
She'd been awkward at first, but now she wielded her hips with skill. All under the pretext of reclaiming her power, taught directly by Minwoo.
But unlike usual, as he enjoyed the coupling, Minwoo's expression wasn't bright.
"Hng...! What's wrong, my dear...? Hoot... Do you have some grievance?"