Erogenous Zone Development (2)
“O Manusss... ugh...”
Carrot’s faint prayer echoed through the room. Lying on the bed, she let out a fragile voice. Her lips kept calling for Manus. Her trembling tone begged for absolution, while cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Her tense, naked body radiated an erotic tension. Carrot was treating this whole ordeal like a dream. Perhaps that was why she prayed so fervently, desperately hoping the moment would pass.
To the triplets, though, it was just the perfect spice to heighten her excitement.
“Come on... relax, and forget about Lady Manus for a bit...?”
Ruen kneaded Carrot’s thighs with a face flushed in heavy arousal.
“N-nooo...”
It was nothing like a simple massage—her touch was sticky, lewd, utterly invasive. Carrot shook her head frantically in refusal. Lucy apparently found the sight irresistibly charming. She pulled Carrot into a tight embrace.
“Eek...?!”
Lucy lightly licked the spot behind her ear. Then she trailed her face lower, lapping at the nape of Carrot’s neck before shooting Lua a quick glance. Lua responded by pressing firmly on Carrot’s lower abdomen, kneading it rhythmically.
“H-hee, heek... s-stop...”
“Yeah... feels good here, right?”
“N-nooo... nooo...”
As Lua pressed her lower belly, Carrot twisted her body wildly in resistance. Her body was still barely developed erogenously. The only spots somewhat sensitized so far were her lower abdomen, pussy, and nipples? Utterly insufficient to turn her whole body into one giant erogenous zone. That was why they stimulated both pre-developed spots and new targets simultaneously.
“S-sis... sis... g-good... so gooood...”
“Hee... hngh...”
“See... doesn’t this feel nice? The insides of your thighs...”
They applied the same process of building pleasure to other areas, tricking her body into misconstruing the sensations. Making her recognize caresses elsewhere as pleasurable as the firm presses on her lower belly.
“Hee, hee—”
Carrot, who’d been crying out to Manus moments ago, now let out shrill gasps. Her whole body shuddered violently, sweat-matted hair a tangled mess. The Sound Gate had heightened her sensitivity, of course. But Carrot’s body was in prime condition for development regardless. Never having been touched meant, conversely, it would succumb to pleasure all too easily. Once the dam of her first orgasm had broken, her body began its helpless descent into depravity.
Squish—
“Hngghk...”
Press the insides of her thighs, and she’d leak a moan. Lick her nape and behind her ears, and she’d writhe her thighs, pussy drooling love juices.
Places she’d never have dreamed of finding erotic in her lifetime. Yet after the triplets’ hands worked them over, even the dullest spots turned exquisitely sensitive.
Ruen seemed delighted by Carrot’s thrashing reactions as she groped her body. Licking her own lips, she stared at that glossy, dripping pussy.
“Getting hungry now...”
They’d kissed Carrot senseless just hours ago. But seeing her like this? Hunger was inevitable. Ruen swallowed hard, pausing her thigh massage before diving in to lick the sensitive inner flesh with her tongue.
“H-heek...?”
It had been mere massage before. Now the wet, warm tongue lapped at her insides, drawing a voice from Carrot. She struggled desperately to escape the mounting pleasure. But every time—
Squish—
“E-ear... heeek...”
Ruen’s erotic assault from behind. Her tongue probed Carrot’s earlobe with wet, squelching strokes, teeth grazing the lobe lightly. All the while whispering into her ear: “I love you,” “I like you,” sweet nothings laced with seduction.
“Hngk... nooo... th-this... isn’t something I l-like—”
Squelch, squelch—
“Nooo!”
No matter how she resisted or protested, to them she just looked like she was squirming in lewd ecstasy. Amid it all, Lua finally lifted her hand from Carrot’s lower belly.
“Hee, hee...”
The sticky heat clinging to her abdomen eased slightly, drawing a shallow sigh of relief. But it wasn’t a break.
“Eh...?”
Lua straddled Carrot’s body, slowly kneading her breasts. She groped those huge, soft mounds with obscene hands, then pressed firmly on the upper parts like a massage. Methodically working the sides next.
“Haa... haa...”
Ignoring the pleasant weight of Lua on her lower belly for now. Carrot felt a strange tingling. Something prickly started rising from between her armpits and breasts. A faint itchiness. Like a mild electric current flowing steadily.
But the worst part was—
“Hweee... hweeeek...”
It felt weird. Just kneading her breasts and nearby? Her mind went blank, waves of erotic haze crashing over her. Her lower belly and chest grew numb, tingling unbearably. Meanwhile, Ruen kept licking her inner thighs without pause, and Lucy murmured her hypnotic whispers.
“N-neck... and thighs... feel good, right...? Th-that’s it... relax your body, keep feeling better and betteer...”
Carrot recoiled at the words. Her head spun, mind foggy, body prickling so badly she couldn’t think straight. But her instinct screamed: don’t accept these sensations. Even as something familiar nagged at her amid the maddening tingles, she desperately averted her gaze.
“Haa... hngk...”
“C-can’t... hold back anymore... sorry...”
Suddenly, Ruen—who’d been lapping eagerly at her inner thighs—sucked Carrot’s pussy right into her mouth with a lewd slurp.
Carrot’s body jolted violently. Slurp, slurp— It was here. A sensation impossible in normal times. Pleasure no mere caress could evoke, driving her insane.
...Wait. Normal times?
“Hngk, haaak... hngghk...”
Her head throbbed as truth dawned, mind blanking like she’d been clubbed. Instead, her whole body’s sensitivity spiked several times over. She didn’t know this dramatic pleasure differed from the norm because of absorption.
She kicked her legs, twisted her body. Scrape, scrape— clawing at the sheets with her feet, fighting the ecstasy any way she could. But Ruen’s tongue never stopped. Succubi instinctively pinpointed absorption targets’ erogenous zones. Every flick of her tongue grazed Carrot’s weaknesses.
Mad pleasure surged, wrenching wet, slutty cries from her throat. But it never went further. A suffocating, heartbreaking blockage, like her chest was clogged. Carrot didn’t know it was the orgasm denial effect. She just chased the faint memory of past pleasure buried in her subconscious, writhing her thighs uselessly. And resisted the chills racing up her spine from her increasingly sensitized ears and nape.
Tied to the bed, Carrot began sinking slowly into the swamp of pleasure. Calling the name of her goddess amid moans and cries.
“Ma... nus... Lady...”
Getting tired again lately...
I thought with a wide yawn. I patted my slightly stiff, weary body, then let out a deep sigh.
The erotic dreams had definitely decreased. My body wasn’t heating up anymore. No lewd thoughts, no soaked panties. So why the fatigue?
Because of the dispatch mission...?
I’d used holy power after so long. If I had to pick a reason, maybe that. My body could run for four straight days without issue, tough as it was. But mental and physical fatigue were different beasts.
It was 7 a.m. now. After a simple morning prayer, I headed to the dining hall for breakfast. My panties staying dry during prayer felt great. Yeah. This crisp normalcy was my real daily life.
Lessons with the kids, scripture reading. I praised Lucy for manifesting a holy barrier for the first time today. She was the perfect fit for “praise makes even whales dance.” Incredible absorption, and her potential exploded with compliments. Made her a joy to teach.
“Good work in class today.”
“Yeah.”
“Y-yeah... you too, sis...”
“You too.”
We always chatted lightly after lessons. How today’s class went, what they wanted next. Lately, I’d been zoning out mid-conversation more often. But I brushed it off as tiredness.
“Sis?”
Like now.
“Oh, uh... yeah. Sorry. Zoned out for a sec.”
My head felt fuzzy sometimes, face flushing faintly. Symptoms varied, but it felt like dozing off mid-talk. It’d worsened lately, worrying me a bit. At least it didn’t happen during lessons.
I bid them a quick farewell and ate in the dining hall. Then headed to the mansion garden. Sundays, I always prayed to Lady Manus there. A statue of her stood in the center—not original, one I’d brought and installed. Rachel had happily allowed it. Probably thanks to their unique constitutions. Normal demons would retch or take damage from mere prayer.
I knelt before the Manus statue and began. Prayers took about an hour: reciting scripture, thanking Manus, blessing myself and those around me. Couldn’t attend church services here, so this was my abbreviated worship.
“Mm...”
Mid-prayer, that fuzzy head sensation hit again.
Again...
Maybe visit the village clinic? The fatigue, the zoning out. Couldn’t blame environment after five-plus weeks. Rachel was suspect, but the detection spells I’d set up found nothing—no odd movements, no hostile magic.
...No use dwelling now. Focus during prayer. As I closed my eyes—
Hm...?
Far off, at the mansion entrance, the triplets approached. Didn’t they say they’d play in their room? Guess they were curious about my outdoor prayers. Demon girls interested in theology? Admirable and intriguing. They’d make great church acolytes. Surely... those kids could... carry on... theology...
“Ungh...”
My head fogged over. I squinted, trying to clear my blurry vision. No use. The approaching triplets and my hazy mind. The last thing brushing my ear—
“...Sorry, sis. Got hungry again.”
Ruen’s voice, smiling sweetly.