Debut
“I’ll be going now. See you tomorrow, Jun.”
“Take care, Carol. And I’ll be counting on you from here on.”
Carol managed a feeble smile at Jun’s farewell and trudged away with heavy steps.
She looked so unsteady one might genuinely worry she’d meet with an accident, yet Jun felt no particular concern. Her house was right next door—close enough that if you tripped, your nose would hit the doorstep.
“She backed down surprisingly easily. I thought she’d put up more of a fight.”
“Indeed. I was fully prepared to give her a thorough thrashing if she had the gall to oppose Master’s decision without knowing her place.”
“She must have realized that no matter what she said, I wasn’t going to change my mind. Cases like mine aren’t unheard of, after all.”
Among the labyrinth parties that challenged the Demon King’s castle, harem parties and reverse-harem parties were fairly common.
It was the natural result of the castle’s unique nature, the dependence that came from wanting to stay close to the strong, and the desire to monopolize a beautiful (or handsome) partner of the opposite sex—all tangled together.
And did people look down on such parties? Not particularly.
This world was still a medieval era where the idea of equality had barely taken root. The notion that a capable person keeping multiple partners was only natural was woven into the fabric of society.
In fact, when that capable person’s power was a supernatural ability, society quietly encouraged it. Strong abilities were passed down through blood, after all.
The most representative example of bloodlines formed by inherited abilities was today’s noble houses.
In any case, for Jun—who lacked for nothing in ability, skill, or looks—to form a harem party was by no means strange.
“Anyway, let’s get some sleep. It’s a bit early, but we’ll be busy starting tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Ugh… what a long day.”
Fortuna stretched her arms high overhead and arched her back.
While she did so, Jun wore an apologetic expression and sent a very discreet mental message to Sprout.
After hearing his thought, Sprout smiled gently at him as if to say not to worry, then slowly opened her mouth.
“Then I bid both of you a peaceful night. This humble one shall now return to Master’s world—the pocket dimension.”
“Hm? Sprout, you’re leaving? Don’t go—sleep with big sister.”
“I cannot. This humble one will only share a bed with the two of you after Master has formally accepted me as his concubine.”
With those words, Sprout hurried back into the pocket dimension before Fortuna could stop her any further.
Watching her go, Jun wondered how she could open and close his pocket dimension at will, but decided to ask about it later and soothed the disappointed Fortuna instead.
“Sorry, Por. I told Sprout to go back.”
“Why? Do you not like Sprout, Jun?”
“No, it’s not that. Tomorrow… starting tomorrow, let’s sleep together.”
“Jun, that means…”
Fortuna’s eyes went round as she stared at him.
Jun met her gaze and nodded.
“I’ll take Sprout as my concubine.”
“Good choice, Jun. Sprout is pretty, has a sweet personality, and her chest is big—you definitely won’t regret it.”
Fortuna affirmed the decision he had made, a beautiful smile blooming across her entire face.
Anyone looking would have said she looked happy.
Yet Jun, whose soul was linked to hers, could feel that it was not so—that beneath that smile lay a deep, heavy sorrow.
“Por, so…”
That was why Jun transformed Fortuna into her human form and gently pulled her into his arms.
“Just for tonight, let’s spend the night quietly together, just the two of us.”
So that she could feel secure.
Squeeze.
“…Jun, hold me tighter. And whisper that you love me.”
Fortuna nuzzled her face against his chest, cooing and clinging.
Her coquetry was so plaintive and earnest that Jun answered not with his head but with his heart, giving her exactly what she asked for.
“I love you, Por. You’re always my number one.”
“I love you, Jun. You’re the only one I love.”
Similar whispers of love.
Yet the meanings contained within them were vastly different.
Even so, Fortuna felt relief.
That single sincere sentence from him melted the anxiety and restlessness that had been churning her heart, like snow under warm sunlight.
And in their place, a new sprout thirsty for love began to bloom.
“Jun. Mwah♡ I love you. Smack, smooch♡”
Fortuna wrapped her arms around his neck and head and pressed her lips to his.
Soft lips, sweet breath, moist eyes. Those maddeningly beautiful, honeyed things set Jun’s heart ablaze.
“Por.”
He kissed her back and ran his hands over her body.
He felt smooth, silken skin.
Before he knew it, most of the clothes that had been draped over her had vanished.
All that remained were a sheer veil, garter belt, and stockings that did nothing to hide her body and only heightened the obscenity.
Jun hurriedly stripped off every last piece of clothing he was wearing as well.
Slide.
The hand that had been stroking her slender back slowly descended.
Soft and yielding.
“Mwah♡ Ahn♡”
A handful of plush ass flesh filled his palm.
Fortuna broke the deep kiss and squirmed her hips in playful protest.
Slap!
“Haaahn♡”
He gave her bottom a light smack, telling her to stay still.
With a satisfied moan, the tomboyish wriggling of Fortuna’s ass finally settled into obedience.
Did she deliberately squirm just so she’d get spanked?
What a lewd little angel. And she still claims she’s not a succubus?
Knead, knead—sink!
“Hik!”
Feeling a sudden mischievous urge, he squeezed her ass so hard the flesh bulged between his fingers, then extended one finger and pressed it against her tightly clenched rosebud.
A sharp little scream rang out at once, and the chrysanthemum clamped shut even tighter.
Looking at the hole clenched so hard it would be difficult to pull a finger free, Jun thought:
Now it’s time to dye this place in my color as well.
He gently stroked the area around it so the chrysanthemum could bloom wide.
Whether she sensed his intention or not, Fortuna tried to shake her hips and escape his touch.
Of course that attempt was blocked by the hand still firmly gripping her ass.
Growing flustered, Fortuna spoke.
“Jun, stooop♡ Not thereee♡”
“Why? It’ll feel amazing if I do it here too.”
“But stiiill∼. That’s not a place for doing that kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing? Hmm?”
Jun asked with a sly grin.
“Cheh∼. Jun’s so mean. You’re trying to tease Por again. I’m gonna get revenge. Ang!”
Fortuna glared with twin sparks in her eyes and bit his neck.
It was only as strong as a puppy playfully nipping.
“Sorry, sorry. This is my apology.”
Smack smack smack.
“Heeung∼”
He showered kisses all over her face.
The sparks in Fortuna’s eyes melted into soft, gooey pools in an instant.
“Por, so what is ‘that kind of thing’?”
“…It’s not for thrusting.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Again.”
“It’s not a place for shoving your cock in and out!”
“Really? Are you absolutely sure? Does it say that in Kate’s dirty novels too?”
“Ugh!”
Fortuna’s face flushed bright red and she hung her head.
Judging by that reaction, she had clearly read a dirty novel that described anal sex. Just how explicit were the novels that spinster nun kept, anyway?
“Por, in the parts that described anal sex, how did the woman react? Did it hurt? Or did she like it?”
He was curious, but decided to ask next time and continued his persuasion.
“…She liked it. But! But the anus is a dirty place! So no!”
“You’re clean because you don’t poop, Por, so it’s fine.”
It wasn’t some fantasy one might have about a favorite female idol—Fortuna truly never relieved herself.
Therefore her anus was simply an opening that served no purpose whatsoever.
Until now, that is.
“Por. Give me your ass. Okay?”
With those words, Jun gripped both of Fortuna’s thighs, lifted her up, and rubbed his rock-hard cock against the dripping, juice-slick pussy between her legs.
So much nectar was flowing that his shaft was quickly coated in her juices—slick enough that he could thrust it anywhere without issue.
“Hhk! We can’t. It’s not a place for thrusting.”
“Come on, let’s do ass-pussy. I want to have every single part of you, Por.”
“…Cheh∼. Jun’s really, really unfair. If you say something like that, I can’t refuse.”
“Thank you, Por. I really love you.”
A kiss overflowing with love.
And after it—
Thrust!
“Hwaang!”
—came an insertion thick with lust.
Jun’s cock roughly spread open the tiny chrysanthemum of Fortuna’s ass and drove inside.
“Hhuut! Haaht!”
Fortuna’s mouth opened and closed as she moaned.
Her whole body trembled without pause at the completely unfamiliar sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Am I… really not an angel, but a succubus?
Around the time the trembling subsided, Fortuna fell into self-loathing.
Because she had realized that the sensation forcibly injected into her mind through her spine was pleasure.
She no longer felt she could protest even if Jun teased her about being a succubus.
Thrust!
“Hwaaang♡”
Fortunately or unfortunately, she had no time to indulge in untimely self-reflection.
The pleasure rising from her ass forced her to let out lewd moans like a whore whose head was filled with nothing but cock.
“Jun! W-wait a seconnd♡”
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Sorry, Por. I don’t think I can do that.”
Jun said so and gripped her ass, lifting and pounding her as if he were using an onahole.
Her ass-pussy was so springy and tight he could barely contain his lust.
Not only that—perhaps because its first use was not to expel something but to receive something—it tried to suck his cock deeper inside rather than push it out, as if that had been its true purpose all along.
The unnatural movement of her intestines left Jun unable to keep his wits about him.
In the end, even though he had only just begun thrusting, the urge to cum exploded.
Yet he could not freely release that urge.
“Kh! Por. Relax your ass!”
“Can’t♡ I can’t do iiit♡ Hwaang♡”
Because Fortuna’s anus was clamping down as if it meant to sever the root of his cock.
Desperate to cum right that second, Jun hurriedly pulled the ass cheeks he had been gripping outward in both directions.
Thanks to that, the hole opened a little. That much of a gap was enough to shoot out the seed packed full inside his urethra.
Brrrt! Brrrrt!
“Jun’s♡ Jun’s baby batter is♡ going into the wrong placeee♡”