Chapter 225 Melting Night -8
Chapter 225 Melting Night -8
Under Jiha's gaze, Yura didn't know what to do with herself.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking that—"
"Enough. I told you to come here."
"...J-Jiha."
"You plan on hiding it from Asira forever? That's not my style."
Yura's face crumpled as Jiha's amusement grew.
For once, Jiha wanted something—she had no will to resist, and no means to do so anyway.
Completely bound to Jiha, she had to open her body whenever he wished.
She forced herself to speak.
"Asira... she'll be furious if she finds out. So even if you're not pleased with it, please just do as I say for now..."
"A stopgap won't work. We need to settle this properly."
Jiha's voice was soft but firm.
"Going to keep stalling?"
"..."
Still hesitating, Yura glanced toward the window.
The look on her face was gauging whether she could escape on her wings.
It wasn't that she refused Jiha's suggestion—of course she wanted to throw herself into his arms—but she didn't want Asira to find out.
Yura had wanted to craft the truth and deliver it to Asira herself.
In the form of forgiving and comforting Asira, magnanimous despite being the younger one.
She wants to secure the upper hand.
She wanted to stand above Asira, just once—after all those years of feeling inferior.
When Yura learned that Asira, too, held Jiha in her heart, her feelings had grown tangled.
Serving Jiha together with beloved Asira was a joy—but a part of her still wished to hold the higher place.
But she doesn't know how to handle that feeling, which is why things turned out this way...
Tonight, Jiha meant to tame not just Asira, but Yura as well. Completely.
Of course, Yura was already thoroughly tamed by him—but this time, he wanted to tame her more openly.
Toward Jiha himself, naturally—and toward Asira.
Wasn't that the whole idea behind a threesome?
If the three of them were doing this, he wanted to melt them both down completely and brand them as his own.
Not just their bodies—he wanted their hearts, completely.
More than mere obedience, he felt the urge to train them until they moved to his liking.
"..."
The instant Jiha entertained that thought, carnal desire rose within him.
In response, the flustered Yura doubled over, her upper body folding forward.
"Haaaah..."
Her wanton voice echoed through the bedroom. Below her navel, a vivid red sigil shimmered into view.
Jiha's lust had activated the subordination magic, setting her body alight.
"Ah... ahn..."
Seeing the mark surface on her skin, Yura trembled with embarrassment—and delight.
This subordination didn't trigger every time her master simply felt aroused; it required desire directed specifically at Yura herself.
Jiha's self-control was so absolute that even after her complete subordination, it had never activated.
Until now.
"Hngh... hnnngh..."
Yura clamped her thighs together, body quivering, eyes fixed on Jiha.
As if her skin was tingling unbearably, she squirmed against herself and gazed up at him with wet eyes.
Watching the succubus in heat, Jiha said leisurely,
"Well then—you kept hesitating after I told you. You should be punished, shouldn't you?"
"Nnh... yes. Yes."
Experiencing the subordination's activation for the first time, Yura nodded through shallow breaths.
The awareness that Asira was in the next room, that this would expose her relationship with Jiha—all reason evaporated in a single instant.
Yura knelt where she was, then lowered herself onto all fours.
As Jiha watched with interest, she fixed her eyes on his feet and slowly crawled toward him.
Her black bat wings quivered; her black tail, its heart-shaped tip flicking, swayed with the motion.
It was the sight of a beautiful cat, desperately suppressing her heat, padding closer.
The only difference was the voluptuous female form.
Without even being asked, her instincts already guided her to please him.
"..."
As Yura displayed her submission, Jiha was inwardly surprised—and thoroughly satisfied.
Her beautiful red hair swayed gently with every crawling step.
Her breasts, their overwhelming fullness emphasized by the position, hung heavy beneath her.
Her hips—raised provocatively, rocking with her body's movement—simply looking at them made him swallow.
And above all, her black demon tail, curling upward despite her crawling posture, flicking and weaving, was the final touch.
Any ordinary man would have pounced by now, but Jiha simply savored the view.
The night was only beginning.
"Haaa..."
When Jiha remained motionless, Yura reached him and slowly rubbed her cheek against his leg.
The movement of a pet seeking affection—in this case, a woman begging to be cherished.
Her red eyes, flicking upward at him, unmistakably held that longing.
The bound succubus was pleading for Jiha to touch her, to unleash his desire—but Jiha ignored her.
This was punishment.
"...Aren't you... going to?"
Left waiting, Yura was beside herself with burning desperation.
Even for a succubus, the force of subordination was so powerful that her heated body was nearly unbearable.
When Jiha silently extended his palm, Yura eagerly straightened up and brought her face close—like a puppy lunging toward a treat. Just as he'd anticipated, Jiha lightly pulled his hand back.
"...Ah."
Realizing he was toying with her, Yura didn't know what to do.
Deep inside she grew wet, her breath ragged—but the master before her eyes showed no sign of giving her what she craved.
"J-Jiha..."
"What did I say?"
"...Apologize with my body. But... but still."
Clutching his thighs, Yura looked up at him with a tormented face she couldn't hide.
This was her first time feeling the subordination activate. Once the sigil appeared, heat surged through her body, and the yearning to be cherished by Jiha tangled with raw lust—making her tremble from fingertips to core.
Right now, Yura had no composure left.
"I-I was wrong..."
"About what?"
Fully aware of her state, Jiha only asked calmly.
Her face flushed red even though he'd done nothing, her thighs pressed tight and rubbing together—she was deeply and visibly aroused.
In heat.
"I-I'll do it as much as you want, in a little while. I'll do anything to make you happy. So... just for now, please..."
Yura pleaded, her voice desperate.
The strength with which she gripped his thighs showed how truly agonizing this was for her.
"Asira might hear from the next room."
"I-if Asira gets angry... I-I'll block her with my life..."
Jiha lifted Yura's chin with his fingers and gave it a light scratch.
Shiver.
Yura trembled with anticipation, but Jiha's reply was something else.
"Make me feel good, and I'll give you what you want."
"...Yes. I'll try my hardest."
When Jiha still didn't touch her, Yura's spirits wilted—but she forced herself to rally.
Since things had come to this, the best course was to arouse Jiha somehow and lead him into it.
"Haaa..."
With a long exhale, Yura took hold of Jiha's thighs and coaxed him to stand from the bed.
Jiha, fully intending to receive whatever service she offered, followed her lead without a word.
With hands that mixed hesitation and urgency, Yura unfastened his trousers.
"Nngh..."
At the sight of Jiha's manhood—not yet fully erect—Yura reflexively licked her lips.
She wanted to take it into her mouth at once, but she forced her gaze downward.
The Mana of subordination, setting her body on fire, and the desire to please Jiha were colliding inside her.
If she truly wanted to satisfy Jiha, she couldn't just shove her own lust forward. She had to take it step by step, carefully.
Finally... we've come this far.
Even through the haze of arousal, that thought surfaced.
If Jiha simply desired her like this, Yura would lose control of her body, all reason melting away, her mind flooded with nothing but the need to throw herself into his arms.
She could never defy Jiha.
Yet Jiha, knowing that, had never tried to exploit it.
At first she'd found it strange, even wondered whether her body was somehow lacking. But a fully bound succubus optimized herself for her male master.
And if he also tamed the instinctive services a succubus provided, no ordinary man could ever leave her.
A completely subordinated succubus had to follow her master forever—but the master could never distance himself from the succubus either.
What man could abandon a perfect sex slave who offered absolute obedience and ecstatic pleasures no ordinary woman could provide?
"But you, Jiha... you're different."
Yura spoke while struggling to suppress her lust.
The succubi of Warsland had faced countless men who sought to turn them into sex slaves; in the end, they'd hidden the secrets of their race and fiercely avoided complete subordination—by killing the man before the bond was fully formed.
The other succubi who had done so urged the last-born succubus, Yura Hairedeu, to do the same.
But Yura had never wanted that... and the other succubi had heaped curses upon her.
They said she'd become some lunatic's slave, be defiled her whole life, and die.
Yura had wanted to deny it, but she'd known too little about men to refute their words.
But the man who bound her, who became her master—Jiha—was different.
Satisfied with her body and her service... yet he never treated her as a mere slave.
Even though he could have at any time, he treated her as a worker, no different from the other women he'd taken in.
"All men are the same."
"...You're different."
That made her happy.
She could never deny what the other succubi kept telling her—that in the end, men only wanted to enslave them—but now she could finally say it.
That there was one different man.
That man was her master.
When the mark of subordination surfaced, deep inside she grew wet and desperate, yet Jiha had never once used it against her.
Even without the subordination, Jiha would have brought about this moment.
Her body burned with the instinct to be held at once—but the knowledge that Jiha didn't treat her lightly, just because she was a succubus, filled her heart with joy.
The instinct to be loved by the man before her, mixed with the fulfillment of being acknowledged and respected, made Yura smile without realizing it.
"I... love you, Jiha."
Kneeling, Yura looked up at him with the face of a woman in love.
"...So I'll satisfy you far better than any other woman."
Rejoicing, for the first time, in being a succubus.