The Price of Defeat

"You...!"

Ea glared at me with a mix of bewilderment and fury. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to argue, but in the end, she couldn't say a word. From what she'd seen, it was a clear-cut loss for her—no room for excuses. She'd even used magic and still lost. Of course she had nothing to say.

"The loser has to do one thing the winner says, remember?"

"So what."

I reminded her of the bet I'd proposed at the start, and Ea shot back with obvious displeasure.

"First, before that..."

I formed a rectangle with my fingers and aimed it at Ea, who was still sitting there dejectedly. She looked at me curiously. Then, toward her, I activated Soul Capture.

"Ah..."

Ea's expression went blank right away. Seizing the moment while she was lost in confusion, I approached and used my other perk, Bloodsucking Authority.

"Eek...!"

Ea let out a groan, her body shuddering. I pulled my mouth from the nape of her neck and whispered suggestions into her ear.

A moment later, the sound of clapping jolted Ea back to her senses. She jumped in surprise and looked around frantically.

"Then I'll tell you my demand."

I played it cool, like nothing had happened.

"Kiss me."

"What...?"

Ea's eyes went wide at my request.

"Are you insane? Why would I kiss a loser like you...?"

"You promised to do anything. You wouldn't go back on your word after losing, would you? Not the proud eldest daughter of the Leonin family."

That hit home. Ea's face flushed bright red. She grimaced, making it clear she hated the idea, but in the end, she reluctantly agreed.

"You won't get away with this later..."

She stood and approached. Normally, given her personality, she'd never kiss her despised little brother Id—even after losing a duel—it'd be a fate worse than death. But thanks to Soul Capture, her thoughts were slowed, so she complied obediently.

"At least a full minute."

"A minute? That's too long...!"

"That's how kisses work."

Does it? Ea wavered, her slowed mind from Soul Capture making her hesitate. I took the opening, wrapped my arm around her head, pulled her in, and pressed our lips together.

"Mmph... mmf...!"

Startled by the sudden kiss, Ea flailed her arms to push me away. But with Succumea Support still boosting my strength stat, her resistance was pointless.

"Nng... mmm..."

Ea's expression gradually melted into a dazed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠haze. That was Bloodsucking Authority kicking in. The suggestions I'd planted were: "Go into heat during a kiss," "Feel the greatest sexual pleasure you know during a kiss," "All sensations from the kiss target's saliva, texture, and scent turn into affection across all five senses," and "Your tongue becomes as sensitive as a clitoris." In short, this kiss was giving her more pleasure than her daily masturbation sessions.

"Haa...♥"

Drip, drip. Lewd fluids trickled from between her legs, soaking the floor. The hem of her training robe, touching her pussy, was drenched in that spot, leaving a wet stain.

Normally, suggestions like this wouldn't go this far. But with her lewdness stat at 86—a total masturbation addict—her talents as a magic swordsman were genius-level, but her pussy was a weak spot.

"Mmm... ah...?"

When I pulled away, Ea flicked her tongue into empty air before realizing and closing her mouth. While lost in the frenzied tongue play, drool had trailed down her chin onto her robe's chest—quite the erotic sight.

Like the other heroines, Ea was stunningly beautiful. If Anna was a fresh, pure beauty and Seolwol an elegant, poised heroine, Ea embodied the perfect lady. Like a flower grown in a greenhouse. The quintessential noble young lady.

"One minute's up. Want more?"

I teased. Ea snapped back to reality, her flushed face glaring at me.

"We're done."

The next day, I dropped by the dojo again. Ea was diligently swinging her wooden sword, training hard.

"...Why are you here again?"

Spotting me enter, she frowned in annoyance and wiped sweat with a towel. Her training robe was much wetter than usual. Her breathing was irregular, her body feverish. And the sticky wetness wasn't just on her forehead and back—between her legs too.

I knew the reason for that dampness because I'd checked her status window before coming.

Yesterday, Ea had masturbated three times. Probably to cool down after our kiss lit her up. But she couldn't have cum. I'd planted suggestions beforehand: no orgasms from masturbation, no satisfaction. So she was frustrated, the fire once lit refusing to die. That's why she was swinging her sword even harder than usual—to fill the void somehow.

"Thought we could spar."

"No. Go home."

"Why? Scared you'll lose again?"

I provoked her, and Ea scoffed, feigning composure.

"Yesterday was just me letting my guard down. I'd win a rematch, but not today. I'm not in top condition."

Playing hard to get, huh.

"Must be that after kissing me yesterday, you went into heat, right?"

"Wh-what?!"

Ea jumped, her face turning beet red.

"What nonsense...!"

"I know all about it. How sis is actually super lewd deep down. Any long-time servant in the mansion probably knows. The sexy noises from your room every day."

"Th-that's impossible... I cast soundproofing magic when I masturbate... More importantly, you dare slander me without proof!"

"Then explain this."

"I won't let you get away with that!"

Unable to hold back, Ea charged. I'd boosted my stats with Succumea Service beforehand, so dodging was easy.

"Sparring, then?"

I grabbed a wooden sword from against the wall and countered instantly. Ea parried the first strike skillfully, but as attacks poured in, she couldn't keep up and dropped her sword.

"How... How did I lose to a guy like you twice..."

In disbelief, she slumped, staring vacantly at her fallen sword. Seizing her confusion, I hit her with Soul Capture again.

Slurp, slurrrp. The soft tongue lapped at my glans. Kneeling at my feet, Ea serviced my cock with her lips and tongue.

Her eyes shot daggers at me defiantly. You think you'll get away with making me do this? It was plain as day. But regardless of her expression, her lips worked my shaft with gentle, meticulous care. Skill that belied her virginity. With hundreds of masturbation sessions under her belt, she'd probably devoured all kinds of porn knowledge. Common case.

"Use your hands ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too."

At my command, with the tip still in her mouth, Ea mumbled.

"I'm alweady gonna do dat."

Soon her two hands wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking up and down.

"Hyah?!"

A foreign sensation from her lower belly made her jolt in surprise. That was the suggestion I'd implanted: "Sensations in your palms share with your pussy," "Handjobbing feels like getting fucked in the pussy," "Any cock or its byproducts taste and feel exquisite," "Constant arousal." And "Resistance to sex fades." Plus the status from Soul Capture: Obedient.

The result? Even with affection at rock bottom, hating her scumbag brother's guts, she obeyed the demand to suck him off.

From Ea's perspective, no choice. She'd lost the duel again.

"Dis... dis feels so good...♥"

With my cock in her mouth, every stroke of her palms sent pussy pleasure jolting through her, making her twitch.

"Hik...♥ Haa...♥"

Forgetting her hated brother loomed right above her, Ea lost herself in the heavy cock sensation through her palms, her face twisting into a slutty, aroused expression fitting a bitch in heat, lewd moans escaping.

If family or servants saw this, they'd be shocked. Ea always carried herself with the dignity of a highborn lady. But this was her true nature. A masochistic masturbation addict in a lady's disguise, pretending to be prim in public.

"Do it properly, sis!"

I grabbed her hair and shoved deep into her throat. Normally she'd punish the insolence, but too engrossed in the palm-transmitted cock feel, she had no attention for that. To her, it was like masturbation through her hands. But with real cock texture—and linked to her pussy—it felt just like actual insertion. Her first "sex" ever. And after yesterday's unsatisfied buildup, the release was huge.

"Mguh...♥"

I came in her mouth. Her robe's lower half soaked through. Ea gulped down the semen. A blissful smile spread across her face, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like savoring sweet candy. Semen was a cock byproduct too—suggestion made its taste and smell her ideal delight.

"That good, huh, sis?"

I spoke, and she snapped out, wiping the smile, replying primly.

"N-not really... Anyway, that's it, right?"

She licked her lips, almost regretfully.

"For now."

"Then get out already. I need to... clean up."

"Why? Gonna masturbate?"

She whipped around, glaring fiercely.

"Out!"

I got kicked out. Walking a few steps outside, curiosity struck. I pulled out my phone and checked the status window.

"...It really went up."

In that short time, Ea's masturbation count had risen by 1.