Glass Flower, Seria
“Ahh, hngh...”
Veronice lay sprawled on the floor, trembling violently. Every hole in her body was stuffed full with dildos I'd personally crafted from mana.
I turned my back on her—unable to even moan properly with the one gagging her mouth—and stepped out into the garden.
“Haa.”
It was hard to look at the room anymore, smeared with her juices. My head throbbed.
This was the first time I'd gone all out with mana dildos like this. Back in Ryuus Back Alley, when I'd tormented Veronice, I'd stuck to the most basic shape.
But this time... Eggs that slipped right inside. Dildos that stimulated both holes and her clit at once. Anal beads designed specifically for the rear. There were dozens of different toys I'd used.
I'd meant to keep it simple, but...
“More... more, please.”
She'd shaken her ass like a bitch in heat, begging for it, and I'd ended up overdoing things a bit.
Two years of dealing with her, and...
“You've never been broken like this before, have you?”
The queen of the back alleys. The S queen who tormented men like it was her calling. That was one of her many nicknames.
And yet, that woman had offered up her ass for a mere dildo, seducing me.
It was more entertaining than I'd expected. Vulgar, sure, with her drooling everywhere—but still beautiful.
“Interesting.”
She'd be useful in all sorts of ways from now on.
And in crafting and maintaining those mana dildos, I'd gained some new insights. Forming objects by condensing mana into solid shapes. Then adjusting them with such precision to tease a woman's insides.
The difficulty was higher than I'd thought.
I've sensed a new realm in magic.
There were spells where fine control was everything.
If I could strike countless enemies almost simultaneously with a single Magic Missile? It'd let me neutralize foes efficiently.
Just theory for now, though.
With practice and research, I could probably achieve some decent results.
I was sorting through my thoughts on a stroll when...
“Master, I have something to report.”
“What is it?”
“The gardener mentioned it today. Someone urinated on the World Tree sapling the elves gifted us.”
“Is that so?”
“If word spreads, the elves who gave it might come demanding answers...”
I stroked my chin thoughtfully.
The massive tree at the heart of the mansion. A year ago, after their great war against the orcs, the elves had gifted me a branch from the World Tree as a victory present.
It had been smaller than me back then. Now it dwarfed every other tree on the grounds.
They said its presence blessed the surroundings.
To me, it just seems to spread curses.
A bit annoyed, I'd ordered Seria to pee on it through her.
Think about it. The emperor pressuring me, all these weird incidents piling up.
And I still can't return to my original world.
So during her naked walks, I'd made her do it.
Personal thrill as a bonus.
Normally, I'd praise a gardener for good work, but oh well.
“Sebastian.”
“Yes, Master.”
“What a strange affair.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Last night, I watered the World Tree. It looked so parched. But urine...? Seems like a misunderstanding.”
Sebastian met my eyes and nodded.
“Understood. I'll make sure it's clear.”
“Thanks for handling it.”
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“A flower bloomed where you watered it. Would you like to see?”
“A flower?”
“Yes, on the World Tree's trunk.”
“On the trunk itself?”
“That's right.”
Curiosity piqued. A flower on the World Tree.
What did it mean for a flower to bloom from a World Tree branch?
Glass Flower. Named for its glassy, glowing blue sheen. The elves' treasure, blooming only when the World Tree absorbed and purified nature's pure mana.
Legend had it that merely holding one turned a magicless dullard into a prodigy.
I headed straight for the World Tree sapling in the garden's center.
Beneath the towering tree, where the wet traces still lingered...
A single blue flower had bloomed.
“Incredible.”
My mouth fell open involuntarily. Not because of the faint lingering urine scent.
That blue flower growing from the World Tree...
“A Glass Flower.”
How should I take this?
A Glass Flower blooming from a World Tree sapling planted just a year ago. How much mana could this tree even purify?
In other words, it blooming right where Seria peed wasn't coincidence.
It meant her body held mana so pure it could react with the sapling.
And that she possessed genius-level magical talent.
I never sensed a thing.
If she'd harbored such pure mana, I'd have felt it.
But even massaging her body directly, I hadn't noticed.
What the hell?
I knelt on one knee to check the Glass Flower's quality. Its color and state varied with the mana used to grasp it.
Pristine. Good enough to gift to elven royalty.
“Ha, unbelievable.”
“What should we do, Master?”
“I'll harvest the Glass Flower. Sebastian, fetch Seria.”
“Right away.”
Did Duke Siegfried know? Possible he didn't—I hadn't noticed either.
But if he did know, by any chance?
Then Siegfried might be entangled with beings beyond humans. Elves, fairies. Or even dragons or demons.
Siegfried, just how deep did you meddle?
In this damned romance-fantasy world, there were things even I didn't know.
“You... called for me...?”
Seria bowed her head, far more obedient than before. Yesterday's ordeal must have shaken her.
Though she still didn't fully satisfy me.
“I have questions.”
“Ask away, M-Master.”
“Nothing major.”
I snapped my fingers.
Snap!
Everything on the table vanished, replaced by a single sheet of cloth draped over it.
“What is this?”
“Strip naked and lie down.”
“Pardon?”
“Do I need to say it twice? Strip and lie down.”
I rapped the table.
Tap tap.
“I need to check something.”
She hesitated a moment, but ultimately obeyed, realizing resistance was futile.
Swish.
Her maid outfit fell away, revealing her smooth, bare body. Blushing, she lay on the table, hands modestly covering her privates.
“We're starting now. Hands down.”
I channeled mana into my fingertips.
“W-Wait, this is that massage from before... right?”
Remembering the last time? Her face flushed beet red.
“Just testing your body.”
I pressed my hands—flowing with translucent mana—against her.
The soft texture of her skin transmitted perfectly to my palms. I kneaded her plush belly, sending mana inward.
“Wait, my stomach!”
The instant the mana flowed in...
“Ahh!”
Seria jolted, body twitching.
“Th-This isn't what we talked about! This is... hngh!”
She shuddered violently. I continued caressing her, steadily infusing mana.
When I touched the lymph nodes inside her thighs...
“Hah!”
She gasped sharply, but I ignored it. The more mana I sent to her sensitive spots, the more her pitiful moans grew.
This wasn't just massage. It was mana probing.
How her body reacted to mana. Any rejection? How much mana did she hold?
I maintained a diligent researcher's demeanor as I explored her.
Confirming that directly infusing mana gave her intense sexual stimulation.
“S-Stop now... I-I can't take it. You did this yesterday, and now again today...”
Her voice dripped with moisture. A sultry tone that seduced, uncharacteristic of her, as she whimpered, clutching my clothes and bucking her hips.
“Nngh!”
Undeniable climax.
Better reaction than expected.
I hadn't planned to torture her today. Just a routine test.
Now I get it.
Having observed fully, I withdrew the mana and wiped my hands.
She was hypersensitive to mana. Like a witch.
Two differences, though.
First, she felt pleasure every time I sensed the mana flowing in her body.
Second, she reconstituted her shame, pleasure, and pain into highly concentrated mana.
The moment she climaxed, I saw it.
A thick wave of magic pulsing from her womb.
Converting sexual pleasure and pain into mana, storing it in her womb.
Impossible for a human body.
As far as I knew, only one type stored mana in the womb.
Succubus.
Even they couldn't convert pleasure to mana, though.
What happened to the accumulated mana?
It released under certain conditions.
“Nngh...”
Seria trembled, squirting urine and juices.
And in those juices...
Mana. Thick and condensed, but so cleverly concealed that without focus, you'd miss it.
That's why I never noticed.
Whatever hid it required deeper study.
I collected her fluids in a flask.
All for research.
Transparent and viscous, it filled the bottle. I glanced at Seria, still sprawled on the soaked cloth atop the table.
Now it made sense. Why she'd endured pain so easily. Why she clung to her pride.
Not just noble arrogance.
What are you, really?
I recalled her debut in the novel.
Seria Siegfried, the empire's finest flower. If you named the most beautiful person, it'd be her. Her looks transcended human limits. The novel described her appearance endlessly, but her origins? Unknown.
“Time for some research.”
Her birth? Research would uncover it.
But...
Why is the emperor obsessed with Seria?
Maybe he knew.
If he understood her body's state, handing her to me wasn't just because I was good at torture.
I'm the empire's best mana handler.
If the emperor truly knew...
What do you plan to do with her?
I gazed toward the distant Sun Palace.