The Pendant's Enigma and Intimate Indulgences
Elina Lunespear, principal of the academy, sat in her office twirling a pen between her fingers as she reviewed important documents one by one. Aside from the desk buried under papers, her room was impeccably tidy. She idly ran her hand across the high-quality wooden frame of the desk, finished marking every necessary check on the report she held, then stretched with a languid arch of her back.
“No progress. None at all.”
She let out a long sigh, her gaze drifting to the pendant resting on her desk. With a click of her tongue, Elina sank into thought. It was the pendant of Bornis she had seized after killing the warlocks at the auction house. She had begun these experiments the very next day to uncover its true effects, yet no satisfying results had emerged.
Knock, knock—
“Yes.”
“Principal, Professor Selene has arrived.”
“Send her in.”
Days of solitary experimentation had reached their limit. Elina had therefore decided to consult an expert. Among the academy’s faculty, she had called upon a professor with deep knowledge of black magic. It was hardly a subject to discuss lightly with just anyone, but given her long tenure as principal, the other woman had served even longer—teaching here long before Elina herself had arrived. What’s more, her younger sister operated in the black market. Both sisters had lived through the era when the Demon King’s army still drew breath; they were veterans of that war, mages of formidable skill, and existences that could not be ignored.
That was why Elina occasionally visited the black market to check on her sister’s well-being and ensure nothing was amiss. To Selene the girl was a younger sister, yet that sister was herself a mage centuries old. If Ririna ever caused trouble in the black market, it was hard to imagine anyone there capable of stopping her. Fortunately, Ririna seemed content with her peaceful life there, which allowed Elina a measure of reassurance.
“I heard you called for me, Lady Elina.”
“Ah, thank you for coming.”
The woman’s voice pulled Elina from her reverie. She lifted her eyes with genuine pleasure. The figure before her possessed neatly trimmed hair falling to her shoulders, dark skin, and vivid purple eyes that left a powerful impression. She was every bit a beauty. Unlike Elina, whose aging had halted upon reaching the pinnacle of magic, this woman’s halted aging came from her racial traits; she looked nothing like someone who had lived for hundreds of years. A white blouse contrasted strikingly against her dark complexion, while a tight skirt accentuated her figure and professional bearing. The coat draped over her shoulders lent her an air of mystery, and her long, upright ears glittered with multiple earrings.
“Professor Selene, thank you for coming.”
“It’s nothing. What did you wish to discuss?”
“Haha. Let’s sit and talk properly.”
Seeing how the woman moved straight to business, Elina smiled and gestured to a chair. At first glance her manner might have seemed dismissive of a principal’s authority, yet Elina understood that Selene’s very presence here was itself a sign of respect. A survivor of the war against the Demon King’s forces who continued to practice magic at the highest level, Selene was not someone even Elina could treat lightly.
Once Selene was seated, Elina snapped her fingers to prepare a simple pot of tea and began asking question after question about the warlock’s pendant that had refused to yield results for days. When an artifact connected to her own field appeared, Selene readily shared her expertise.
“…Indeed. The mana in this section flows in precisely this manner…”
“Yes. It was likely designed to drastically reduce stability in exchange for maximum efficiency.”
“As expected of a warlock—such a dangerous…”
Elina caught herself mid-sentence, fearing a verbal slip, but Selene showed no visible displeasure.
Phew. That’s a relief.
She could not possibly have missed the remark, yet because it had not been intentional and the danger posed by the warlock organization was simply fact, she seemed willing to let it pass. The public’s view of black magic was so thoroughly negative that it remained a pity for those who studied it with honest intent.
Wishing to dispel the faint awkwardness that had settled over them, Elina changed the subject.
“By the way, have you seen your sister lately?”
“Ririna? Hm, has something happened?”
“Not exactly, but there was an attack at the auction house inside the black market recently. It was resolved almost instantly, so no real harm was done. Still, it has been some time since you last visited her. Why not take this chance to see her face?”
Of course, Elina herself had stopped the attack, but that was not the point now. The woman before her was a monstrous talent who had battled the Demon King’s army and whose skills had not diminished in the slightest, yet—
“Then… I suppose I should go.”
—she was also a hopeless siscon who doted on her younger sister to an extreme degree.
“I have told you everything useful I can. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Thank you. Should I discover anything during my own investigation, I will inform you at once.”
“Very well.”
Watching Selene vanish in the blink of an eye, Elina exhaled in relief. Her sisterly affection remained as fierce as ever, it seemed.
“Uuu… get off… that’s enough now…”
“No, no. This is only the beginning.”
I smiled down at Ririna, who spoke in a voice that sounded close to sobbing, while my fingers continued to tease her nipples. I brought my face close to hers. Her eyes were moist, as though she had been crying, yet the tears clearly stemmed not from displeasure but from the overwhelming climax that had left her flustered.
“Eut… w-what are you doing…!”
Startled by my approaching face, Ririna tried to turn away, but I caught her cheek and pressed my lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. What I craved was a thick, sticky kiss—the kind that felt like branding her as mine. It was a kiss that flooded the inside of her mouth with my saliva.
As nearly everyone who had slept with me had discovered, I was secretly obsessed with kissing. Even I could not fully explain why. Perhaps it was simply that I enjoyed leaving a mark that declared she belonged to me.
“Chup. Chu, juuup…”
“Uup… haup… w-wait… chup.”
Her tongue moved clumsily, as if this were her first such experience, trying to block mine. Naturally it failed. She could only accept the saliva that flowed along my long tongue and swallow it down. Overwhelmed by my relentless teasing, she tried to push my tongue away with awkward force, yet it only became entangled with mine and sucked on all the harder.
“Huaaht…”
“…Huu.”
When our lips finally parted, a long, glistening strand of saliva stretched between our tongues. Ririna gasped for breath, believing it was finally over, but of course it was only the beginning. Unfortunate as it was for the panting half-elf, the time had come to play with her body in earnest.
“Ririna. Raise your arms. Both of them.”
“Uh… yes?”
“Quickly. It’s the VIP’s command. You must obey, remember?”
“Uh… yes…”
With an expression that showed she had no idea why I demanded such a pose, Ririna awkwardly lifted both arms. The motion released a lewd scent from the curves of her armpits—a mixture of sweat and her own intimate fragrance. Whether she shaved or simply never grew hair there, the sight was intensely arousing.
Unable to resist that provocative aroma, I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and buried my face against the nape of her neck.
“Hueut… hiiik…!”
She let out adorable, ticklish moans, but I began at her nape and worked my way across her neck, collarbone, ears, and earlobes. I even coated the insides of her ears with my long tongue and thick saliva, licking as though to tickle her. A strangely salty flavor teased my nose, yet I found it utterly delicious.
“Ririna. Stay just like that for a moment.”
“Huuuu… yes.”
Leaving her with both arms still raised, I pressed my face into her armpit and began to lick and suck along those smooth curves with devoted care. The taste was different from the sweat on her neck—stronger in both scent and flavor. Far from feeling any revulsion, I found her unique body odor addictive; it only excited me further.
The act of licking her armpit seemed to shock Ririna deeply.
“Uuu… why… why are you licking there of all places…”
“Juuup. Jop, haum…”
I bit gently at the soft flesh and ran my tongue across it. A faint roughness met the tip of my tongue. Ririna’s breathing trembled as though she were being tickled, and I could hear the faint sound of her teeth clenching in shame, yet I savored every inch of that perfectly clean armpit. It did not truly taste like chocolate, sadly, but I wanted to bottle her scent and turn it into perfume.
Steeped in that lewd fragrance, I felt myself melting into arousal. When I finally lifted my head and wiped my mouth, a deep flush colored Ririna’s dark cheeks. Satisfaction at having claimed her mingled with the knowledge that I still wanted more. The moment I seized those large, luscious breasts again, a helpless sigh escaped her lips.