The Shattered Succubus and the Virgin Lord's Anxieties
I couldn't shake the feeling that this elf wanted to form some kind of relationship with me, but no matter how I looked at her, the woman's condition was far from normal. Beyond abnormal—it was like she was utterly broken. I pulled my hand away from the woman's shoulder and finally managed to open my mouth amid the confusion.
"Are you perhaps unable to speak properly in your current state—"
"Nyaaah!"
"……I see. I'll make sure not to talk to you anymore."
Just from me speaking to her, her body shuddered violently, and she climaxed. How brutally must she have been tormented for that to happen? It was an outrageous situation that defied common sense, so I mustered my courage and turned my gaze to the elf.
"You."
The elf, who had been blankly chasing a butterfly and pretending nothing was amiss, turned to look at me. Her innocent eyes, as if she knew nothing at all, sent chills down my spine.
"Yes? Are you talking to me, Master?"
"Yes. Tell me why this woman ended up like this."
"Even if you say that…… I really don't know anything about it."
"Don't know? Didn't she sleep in the same room as you?"
"You're right, Master. But I still don't know anything about it?"
Her blinking red eyes showed not a hint of malice. Anyone who didn't know the elf's true nature would have nodded and moved on. But I knew all too well that she was the one who had ruined this woman.
I should have checked the room with the Surveillance Object.
She'd been behaving lately without causing trouble, so I'd let my guard down—that was my mistake. I let out a low sigh and examined the woman again.
"Ehehehe……."
Her unfocused eyes stared into empty space, drool dripping from her slack, gaping mouth. As the head of the Deharm family, I couldn't tolerate a guest I'd welcomed into the mansion ending up like this. A sense of responsibility and guilt whipped at my conscience.
"I don't know what happened to her last night," I said, shooting the elf a glare. "But you should fix her."
It sounded like a threat, but it was really just a plea. I couldn't just let it slide when she'd driven an innocent third party insane—someone completely unrelated to my own issues. I hoped the elf would forgive her. But the elf showed no intention of doing so. Displeasure flickered in her red eyes as she looked at me.
"Master doesn't know what this woman really is."
"Even if I don't, I won't stand by and watch unjust punishment happen to someone else."
"It wasn't unjust. It was a necessary punishment."
"Hmph. Nonsense. And for a slave, you're awfully talkative. When I say something, you should just say 'yes, Master' and—"
I stopped mid-sentence and shut my mouth. The elf's eyes had narrowed sharply.
"Master doesn't trust me at all. I'm disappointed."
How could I trust you? Put yourself in my shoes, you lunatic……!
The retort rose to the roof of my mouth, but I swallowed it with a deep breath. I felt bad for the woman, but provoking the elf further here could spread her malice throughout the entire mansion. With the pudding incident still fresh, I had to tread carefully—I couldn't afford to stoke her anger.
Collecting my thoughts, I spoke as calmly as possible. "Then tell me the story. What exactly is this woman?"
"She's a succubus. She tried to interfere with Master's dreams."
A succubus? Come to think of it, she did have striking beauty. I'd heard rumors lately of succubi prowling noble houses, stealing valuable information. But there was no proof. I couldn't just take the elf's word and declare the woman's identity without evidence.
"Absurd. Without solid proof that she's a succubus, it's only natural I wouldn't believe you."
"Then I'll show you. Sit."
"Y-Yes……!"
At the elf's command, the woman immediately dropped to the floor. It felt like watching a well-trained dog.
"Spread your wings."
Space distorted. The air shimmered like a heat haze, and then a pair of leathery wings unfurled from behind the woman's back. No mere prop—these were genuine demon wings.
"Master. Do you believe me now?"
"Uh? Y-Yeah……."
I didn't know the full story, but she was definitely a succubus. As I nodded in a daze, the elf looked down at her and murmured,
"Stand up."
The woman rose obediently, shrinking under the elf's gaze. The elf stared at her pitifully, then barely moved her lips in a whisper too quiet for me to hear. But the woman understood perfectly—she suddenly shrieked in terror and bolted in the opposite direction, like a madman fleeing a monster.
"Hiiik……!"
Watching her flee the central hall in blind panic stirred an odd pang of sympathy. A strange sense of kinship made me stare at her retreating figure, until the elf sidled up beside me and whispered softly,
"Why does no one keep their promises? It's not even that hard."
I couldn't easily respond to that. It might have been paranoia, but those words felt aimed not at the succubus—but at me.
I need to make a plan. Somehow……
I slipped my hand into my pocket and secretly pulled out the witch's business card.
Dremes, Moonless Compounder
I didn't like it, but I had no choice but to pin my hopes on this witch.
A short while later. Deharm Mansion, drawing room.
"Mmm!"
Dremes pressed her hand to her puffed-out cheeks, beaming with the world's happiest smile. Her mouth was stuffed full of Valgium Mountain chocolate. She chewed slowly, savoring the sweetness, her face melting like the chocolate itself. Her gooey expression made it impossible to imagine her as a prickly witch.
"So good…… A noble serving expensive chocolate to a witch…… This can't be real……."
"It's only natural to treat a guest I invited."
Theorad, sitting across the table, downplayed his own kindness, but given how most nobles despised witches, his courtesy was quite special.
"Hng."
Dremes narrowed her eyes playfully and picked up her teacup. "It's natural only for you. Other nobles treat us like traveling salesmen. High-and-mighty nobles really hate it when we talk casually to them."
She slurped her black tea as a palate cleanser and set the cup down with satisfaction. Then, realizing something, she glanced at Theorad.
"Uh…… Can I keep talking casually to you?"
"Of course."
"You won't say it's okay to my face then go to another shop, right?"
"I won't, so don't worry."
"Great! So, handsome lord, why'd you call me here?"
Theorad hesitated for a moment, sighed, and nodded. "In two days, I have to have sex, but I'm not confident. I thought you might know a way to boost my confidence, so I summoned you."
"Huh? Is this your first time having sex?"
"Yes."
Dremes looked genuinely flustered—a rare sight. "Then what about the adult toys you bought before? Weren't you gonna use them with your fiancée?"
"No……! I'd never use something so indecent on Esilly!"
"Then what…… Oh."
A sly smile crept across Dremes's lips. "I thought you were innocent, but you're a man after all. You bought the toys to use on your sex slave, huh? Most nobles keep one or two in their mansions anyway."
"……Not wrong."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, so no need to blush. But your first time? Even with a sex slave?"
Theorad nodded emphatically, and Dremes let out a hollow laugh. She couldn't understand why he'd bought a sex slave but never slept with her.
"Well…… If it's your first time, you might be scared. But asking me to boost your confidence…… Tricky request. Hey, what's your size like?"
"Size?"
"Don't play dumb. You might not have had sex, but you've jerked off, right? Or at least seen it standing tall between your legs in the morning. Tell me how big it gets when you're hard."
"H-How vulgar……!"
Theorad flushed red and bristled, but Dremes had no intention of backing down. He'd come to her for adult toy advice first—dodging a simple question like this wouldn't fly. Under her silent stare, Theorad finally surrendered.
"……Tell me what the average is first."
"Average? About a handspan."
Of course, it was a joke to tease Theorad. A handspan meant the distance from thumb to pinky with your hand spread wide—roughly 20cm for an adult man's hand. If that were average, women would die from pain and pleasure alike. In short, a handspan was massive by any standard, past or present. Dremes was just lying to mess with the naive Theorad.
"A handspan……."
Theorad spread his hand, measured it, and suddenly smiled brightly. "Looks like I'm average. What a relief."
Dremes was dumbfounded. "Huh? What did you just say……?"
"I said I'm about average."
"Uh……? You really have more than a handspan?"
"I haven't measured precisely, but it's close or over."
What the hell is this guy?
Why does he have something that good if he's not even using it?
Shouldn't the world balance out with handsome guys having small ones? Why does he have everything?
Grumbling inwardly, Dremes leaned back in her chair, her enthusiasm deflated. "At that size, you can be confident—no need to worry."
"Huh? But you said it's just average."
"Yeah. But that average drives women wild, so don't worry. If you're still anxious, grab some aphrodisiac."
The mention of aphrodisiac piqued Theorad's interest. "What kind of drug is that?"
"Huh? You don't know aphrodisiacs?"
"I know of them, but not exactly how they work."
"Oh. Makes sense. Simply put, the moment you take it, your libido shoots up. It reduces tension and makes your partner seem more attractive. Used a lot in all kinds of play."
"Reduces tension……."
Theorad stroked his chin thoughtfully. As a merchant in need of sales, Dremes pounced on the opening.
"Yeah. And the latest ones have almost no side effects—super clean. Buy now, and I'll throw in a first-time customer gift. Wanna try?"
"No side effects?"
"Yep. I've taken it a few times myself—no issues."
"Then…… Can a man take it too?"
Man? Dremes blinked in confusion before catching on. "Uh, sorry if this is rude, but…… are you gay?"
Theorad recoiled in horror. "What nonsense! Don't even say such things!"
"N-No…… Then why ask if men can take it?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Theorad clicked his tongue. "Because I'm the one who'll take it."
Dremes plunged into even greater confusion than before. Aphrodisiacs were common sense for women. And this guy, planning to sleep with his sex slave, wasn't buying it to give her—he wanted to take it himself. It was so backwards it defied logic, yet he said it like it was normal. Dremes couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Listen……."
She said it with genuine concern. "Did you hit your head or something?"