Veronice
The place I sought out was a rundown back alley tucked away in a remote corner of the imperial capital. The outskirts of the outskirts. A haunt for those who dabbled in the unclean. An alley teeming with all manner of corruption. Ryuus.
The streets reeked of rotten food and filth. I levitated my body with magic, walking through the air.
"Disgusting."
I lifted a handkerchief to cover my mouth and nose. It was due to my Perfectionist trait, which couldn't tolerate such impurity.
The thugs lurking in the streets didn't dare lay a hand on me, thanks to the sight of me striding through the air. A wise choice. If they had, I'd have turned them into pulp.
I wasn't in a good mood, to put it mildly.
Next time, I should tell her to meet somewhere else.
Of course, she wouldn't listen.
I arrived at the deepest part of Ryuus. There stood a small house—the only one emanating the scent of mana. I grasped the doorknob and turned it.
Creeeak.
A cloying sweetness assaulted my nose.
"I never get used to this place."
The scent, dizzying even in an instant, prompted me to cast a spell.
Whoosh.
A gust of wind swirled around me, scattering the overpowering fragrance. A narcotic that gnawed at the mind—one of the drugs witches used to bewitch people.
"Oh my, who might this be?"
A woman with wavy black hair cascading down, a long pipe clenched between her teeth, gazed at me. The back-alley witch. The reason I'd ventured into this filthy alley today.
"How did the esteemed Magic Department Minister find his way here?"
"Veronice, I need your help."
At my words, Veronice smiled with her eyes. Wavy black hair, blood-red eyes. Voluptuous breasts and hips that had seduced countless men. The most beautiful woman in the back alleys.
"The great Magic Department Minister needs my help?"
"Yes."
"You're not expecting it for free, are you?"
"I'll pay whatever you ask."
Veronice let out a sultry laugh and crossed her legs. Her side-slit skirt fell open, revealing the witch's smooth, glossy thigh.
"This is the first time you've said something like that. Can you back it up?"
"Of course. A Dmitry's word weighs heavier than anything in this world."
"Hehe, alright then. What do you need help with?"
Veronice rose and approached me with clicking heels. The heavy scent of her perfume stung my nose.
"You reek."
"Hng, that's hurtful coming from a man to a woman."
Yet she pressed herself against me, showing no intention of pulling away.
"You know what happened recently. The Status Execution."
"Ah, that woman? What's she done now?"
Her fingertips trailed over my body.
"Handling a haughty ex-noble isn't easy."
"Hehe, did I just hear something disrespectful?"
"Planning to report me?"
"Why would I report my best customer?"
Veronice covered her mouth as she laughed, though her eyes remained cold.
"Besides, do you think you'd even get caught if I did?"
"Wise as ever."
"So, what's the issue with her that brings you to me?"
"She can't forget she's still a Siegfried."
"Hoo. Even after her Status Execution?"
I nodded.
"Impressive sense of self. A line even Dmitry can't break."
"If it were just about breaking her, it'd be simple."
But.
"It's not that straightforward."
"Something's up, huh?"
Veronice cupped my hand with both of hers, then guided it to her breast.
"Forget your worries against my chest."
The soft, warm sensation filled my right hand. Led by her, my hand delved deeper.
"Haah."
Hearing her moist moan, I pulled my hand away.
"That's enough."
"You said you'd do anything."
"I haven't even heard if you can handle it."
"No fun."
She pressed her breasts together and leaned into me.
"So, what is it?"
"I need something to arouse a woman."
"Wait, you're serious?"
"Yes."
".......You said it was about crushing her pride."
"Naturally."
"And you need adult toys for that?"
"Exactly. Ideally something to torment her breasts. Something she can't remove on her own would be even better."
"Haa. Couldn't you make that yourself, Dmitry?"
"I have to maintain the dignity of the Magic Department Minister."
There are things even I can't craft without compromising.
"Sigh, so that's why you're here."
"Precisely. Can you do it?"
"What do you take me for? Everyone in the back alleys knows Veronice of Seduction."
Her skills were trustworthy.
"Then I'll assume it's possible."
"Payment upfront."
Veronice loosened the dress barely containing her breasts. Unlike Seria's, her rich, curvaceous bosom came into full view.
"For real?"
"Of course. Sleeping with the icy Magic Department Minister Dmitry—who keeps women at arm's length—is a rare chance. Even after two years together, I never got to see it."
"......"
"You're not impotent, are you?"
My reputation for avoiding unfamiliar women had spawned this illusion. The cold handsome man, the empire's frozen heart. A man without lust.
"As if."
At my confident tone, Veronice's red lips curved into a smile.
"But."
"Hm?"
"Today, I'm only giving you a third of the down payment."
"What does that mean?"
In lieu of an answer, I flicked my fingers.
Riiip!
"Kyaaak!"
My magic shredded Veronice's clothes, leaving her in just her panties. Black lace, fitting her image perfectly.
"Dmitry, you!"
"If you're unhappy, use your magic too."
I strolled leisurely, meeting her gaze.
"Your enchanting spells won't work on me."
"Tch!"
Her eyes, tinged purple, returned to red.
"Don't worry. You'll be satisfied."
I covered her lips with mine. A soft touch met me. I pried open her sealed lips and slipped my tongue inside.
"Mmph!"
Our tongues tangled in her mouth. Even as we kissed, I kneaded her naturally massive breasts.
Was it the thick aphrodisiac permeating the room? Veronice trembled intermittently at my touch.
Her hands roamed my chest, pausing at my most private area. Her gestures boldly craved my manhood.
"Haa, haa."
Our deep, prolonged kiss ended, our faces parting. A string of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping.
"Impressive. And you claim you don't keep women around."
"A virtue befitting a noble."
Choi Yoo-jun was a lifelong bachelor, but Morris Dmitry was different. His mind was already stocked with ways to handle women from before I possessed him.
How he learned them? No need to say.
"Hehe, just like you."
Veronice fondled my crotch. Feeling her touch, I slowly peeled off her black lace panties.
"Haa, haa."
Her breathing grew ragged. My hand moved to her fully exposed pussy.
The small nub peeking from her slit. A gentle stroke with my fingertip.
"Haaang."
A short, wet moan escaped. My fingers delved deeper. Love juices from her soaked pussy coated them.
My fingers burrowed into her inner walls.
"Eungh!"
I tormented her insides until she gasped and moaned.
If Seria were this easy.
I wouldn't have come here.
"Haa, haa. Incredible."
Veronice eyed my tented erection, drooling like a bitch in heat. She dropped to her knees, eager to unzip me.
"You're struggling too, right?"
Of course. How could I not be aroused by such a beautiful body?
However.
"That's far enough."
I used magic to force her upright as she reached for my pants.
"Huh?"
She stared at me in confusion.
"Didn't I say a third?"
I stood her up, then conjured a massive dildo from mana.
"This will satisfy you today."
I smiled at her. She looked at me like I was the devil.
I dispelled the mana dildo.
"Looking forward to working with you. Take your time. Make sure it's perfect."
I spoke to Veronice, who lay on the floor, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, convulsing.
"Heee."
Still lost in overwhelming pleasure, she couldn't regain her senses. Her body kept shuddering; she barely heard me.
And rightly so.
Witches were inherently sensitive to mana from birth. Even minor fluctuations could alter a person. I'd relentlessly pounded her with a mana-forged dildo.
She couldn't be in proper shape.
"Heee."
Too much? Regret came too late. I'd crossed the line in my aroused state.
"Hoo."
Since she hadn't heard properly, no choice. I infused mana into my voice and repeated.
"Take your time. Make sure it's perfect."
Each mana-wrapped word reaching her ears.
"Higiik!"
Her back arched like a bow. No idea how intense the pleasure was, but her toes curled tight. A convulsion from injecting mana into her hypersensitive body.
She writhed with every word until, finally, she squirted an unknown fluid—urine or love juice—from her pussy.
She passed out mid-squirt.
"Tch."
Her fluids splashed my overcoat. Going out like this would tarnish a noble's dignity.
"Keep this."
I draped my coat over her.
"You got that, right?"
Feeling my heart race with Sexual Sadism and conquest, I stepped out.
She'd be out for a while. I just had to wait patiently.
Finishing up in Ryuus, I returned to the mansion. An unfamiliar carriage was parked inside.
She's here.
As I entered, Sebastian greeted me.
"Welcome back, sir. What happened to your overcoat?"
"Discarded it. Guest already here?"
"Yes. Waiting in the drawing room."
"You received her properly?"
I meant regarding Seria.
"No mistakes. However."
"What happened?"
"The young lady seems uncomfortable. Likely due to past bad blood... My apologies."
"It's fine. I'll go up."
"Understood."
I passed Sebastian and headed to the drawing room.
As I entered.
"Ah, you're here?"
A blonde noblewoman in a striking transparent green dress sat there. She fidgeted while sipping tea.
What made her nervous was Seria, standing quietly beside her.
"Ah, you're here."
The blonde noblewoman greeted me with a pure, innocent smile devoid of ulterior motives.
Emir Solarion. Heiress of the Solarion family. My former fiancée—and the woman Seria had once nearly killed.