Side Story: Yustitia
"Yustitia!"
Boom! Lilith burst in, smashing through dozens of layered barriers with a single swing of her fist. The woman with blue hair, buried under her blankets, sat up.
"...Yawn. What... is it this time...? I just... fell asleep... still sleepy...?"
Her clothes were so disheveled it was hard to tell if she'd even put them on properly. The thin nightgown, barely more than underwear, revealed a figure that would stir lust in most men—but that meant nothing to the succubus queen Lilith.
More importantly, Lilith traced the pattern she'd seen earlier into the air for the yawning woman, whose mouth stretched wide.
"You know what this is?"
"Hmmm...?"
The woman, who had looked utterly bored and listless moments ago, perked up at the sight of the sigil embroidered in the air.
Freak.
All of them—everyone except herself—were oddballs with their own issues, the twenty-two heroes gathered together.
But the biggest freak of them all had to be the blue-haired woman right in front of her.
"Heh... Hmm... What is it? You brought something pretty interesting... Lilith..."
Her face had screamed annoyance just seconds ago, but now her eyes sparkled with life the moment something caught her interest.
"Where'd you find this...? Nah... doesn't matter... Structure first, let's analyze that..."
Smoothly, the sigil from that wearhoneybee's ass—the one named something like Lil-whatever—began to unravel in the air, despite being just a simple sketch Lilith had copied.
"Oho, hmm, I see... This is... kinda... interesting..."
Yustitia's eyes, glowing faintly blue, followed the disintegrating sigil. She had the intellect to deduce the truth from what was merely a drawing.
And that made sense.
Yustitia—that was her name.
One of the twenty-two heroes, her race was among the rarest and most powerful even in this world where countless realms had merged. A being so mighty its mere existence was called a calamity.
After all...
"Ahh... But there's more mixed in here... all jumbled up...? Not magic... not shamanism... racial trait... yeah, rooted there, but enhanced by blending... Is this even possible...? Mixing innate racial traits... altering them...? Amazing... so... so fascinating... really... this is fun... what even is this...? Super fun...?"
Whatever she'd figured out, Yustitia muttered excitedly, her massive tail swishing behind her—swish, swish.
Reptilian in shape, but far more powerful and sturdy, it wagged like a puppy's getting a treat.
No one seeing that would ever guess Yustitia was a dragon, the mighty and legendary race.
And understandably so.
"Hah... hah... There's something... I don't know... Me, who doesn't know something... still out there..."
Who'd believe this panting lunatic—capable of leveling a city with a mere breath—was a dragon?
"Hahk... haaah..."
No one would buy that the woman groping the fully disassembled sigil, gasping for breath, was a dragon.
Even I know her true nature and can barely believe it.
She looked like nothing more than a big-titted blue-haired bimbo.
As Lilith thought that, Yustitia suddenly sprang up and hugged her tight.
"Lilithhh... where'd you find this...? Where...? I wanna see the real thing... not this... the actual... actual one... where...? Where...? Where...?"
"Get off me, you psycho bitch!"
Half-serious, Lilith smashed her fist down on Yustitia's head. Finally calming—or not, still panting—Yustitia spoke.
"That's mean... showing me this... this... and not telling... now I can't stop till I dig it all up... mean... Lilith..."
"Cut the crap. Just tell me what it is."
Dragons were called sovereigns of magic.
And despite appearances, Yustitia was revered even among them for her overwhelming power and skill.
She was supposedly young for a dragon, yet ancient wyrms who'd lived millennia cowered before her.
Lilith got it, though.
Yustitia had that kind of ability.
One of the few in this world who could match a fully prepped Hoaran—or Lilith at full strength.
Indeed, Lilith acknowledged her talent; she'd grasped the sigil's nature with barely a glance, something even Lilith didn't know.
"If I tell you...? Will you tell me where you found it...?"
"......"
Yustitia's personality was creepy as hell, talent be damned.
But as those vertically slit blue eyes stared at her, Lilith shut her mouth.
Monster of curiosity.
That was Yustitia in a nutshell.
If she told her...
This lunatic would definitely go straight to that honeybee bitch, unravel the sigil's secrets, and inevitably drag Kang Hanjo—that idiot—into her madness.
What happened if she learned about Hanjo? Unpredictable.
She might dissect his dick to study the gift's origin.
No way.
Absolutely not.
He's mine.
But...
"...I'll think about it. Spill first."
No wiggle room, and she wouldn't get the truth.
Yustitia stared blankly, then smirked.
"Ahh... this related to that thing back then...? What you brought me. Yeah... matches...?"
"Shut up. Don't even try. Unless you wanna make an enemy."
"Scary... and annoying... fighting's no fun anyway... fine... this was decent entertainment... everything's so boring... nothing satisfies... piecing together what I already know is dull... but this was good... so, special for you..."
With that, Yustitia explained.
"It's a powerful enslavement sigil, binding one soul unilaterally to another... medium... didn't see the real thing, but usually... something full of life force... like blood... or semen...? Oh yeah... that stuff you took last time... mass-produced for dispensers, right...? The ones... you manage...?"
"I said shut it."
"Ahh, the more you do that... the more curious I get... what're you hiding so bad, Lilith...?"
Mistake.
Lilith inwardly groaned; her excitement had only piqued the psycho's interest.
Stupid bitch.
Self-directed curses aside,
"Last warning, Yustitia. Drop it. Or the place you love burns to ash."
Releasing her seals, Lilith warned again.
"Whoa... stronger now... Lilith... but..."
Crunch. A massive dragon claw slammed down before her.
"I hate fighting 'cause it's no fun... but I never said I can't...?"
Strands of her hair falling—snap—Lilith's forehead vein bulged.
"Wanna go?"
"Personally... if you just sate my little curiosity... wouldn't everything be easier...?"
Pure provocation.
"Fine, let's throw down? Yustitia."
"If you insist... annoying, but I'll play..."
I'm the annoyed one, Lilith thought, clenching her fist.
"Ahh... don't go... please... just a hint... pleeease...? Lilith..."
"Shut up, you damn bitch..."
Kicking off the leg-clinging Yustitia, Lilith spread her wings and took flight with a sigh.
"Fuck... what a hassle..."
She'd burned through her mana in the scuffle; teleporting back was tough.
She could suck it back up, sure.
But that'd wither everything nearby.
So, wings it was for the long haul.
All this trouble for that idiot.
But gains too.
"...Fucking pervert bastard."
Whatever, from Yustitia: the honeybee's mark was a powerful enslavement sigil—even affecting the soul.
Medium seemed like semen.
Gifts take after their owner...
If Hanjo's gift engraved that on the honeybee... proved he was a total pervert.
Turning women into slaves—worse—with his cum.
His gift, once just mild affection-booster, had grown that strong?
But before that...
"Why suddenly only her, when he's dumped enough cum for drum barrels?"
Still no clue why only the honeybee got it.
Some condition...?
Needed to know what.
Without it, more cases like her.
That sentimental fool wouldn't abandon women bound to him...
Truckload of "I'll take responsibility" girls in a blink.
If suppressible condition, better to know.
But if not...?
"Hah... seriously..."
How'd I end up adopting that loser...?
Sighing, Lilith flew home.
Time had passed; the accident-prone idiot was probably snoring away.
"Oww..."
Yustitia rubbed her bruised head from Lilith's ruthless kick-off, then stood.
"No choice... annoying, but... gotta hunt it down myself..."
Snap. She flicked her fingers; the ruined lair—from the clash with Lilith—restored itself.
Hoaran's reversal spell.
The barriers she'd etched reformed the lair, her custom blanket returning. Yustitia slithered under it, muttering.
"Start with... Lilith's branch office...? Yeah... but sleepy... next week..."
Too much movement after so long...
Yawning, she clutched the blanket tight and closed her eyes.