A No-Panties Stroll Through the Capital with Rotors Stuffed In
Back at the mansion, I spotted Seria already awake.
"Awake already?"
"Yes, thanks to your care, Master."
I scanned Seria's body as she bowed her head. Nothing seemed off—no unusual mana flows or signs of possession side effects.
"Feeling alright?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember your last memory before collapsing?"
"Well..."
Seria hesitated without answering.
"Tell me."
"When you came inside me, Master... I felt it, and... that's all I remember up to climaxing."
"I see."
I had no idea exactly why she'd been possessed. But reaching orgasm during sex was probably the biggest trigger.
"Just as I thought."
That meant blocking orgasms was the key.
The solution was simple: engrave an orgasm-suppression spell on her pussy.
That alone should solve it to some extent.
But to do that...
Seria needs to feel pleasure close to climax.
One method to inscribe a new spell on her pussy.
"From now on, we'll continue your training."
"Pardon?"
Seria blinked up at me in surprise at the sudden declaration.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course."
Seria would grow accustomed to pleasure and endure it. I'd grow accustomed to the mana she possessed.
We'd do this for that purpose.
No—we had to.
"Why...?"
"Don't you remember what happened?"
"I do."
"Then I'll inscribe a spell to suppress your orgasms."
"I don't need that kind of magic."
"That confident?"
"Yes."
"Fine. If you can't endure, I'll do things my way."
"Yes."
"I'll accept that."
If she was that confident, it was worth indulging.
But she'd have to beat me first.
"Thank you."
"I'm curious how long you can last."
"But you're starting today?"
"We have to."
Best to begin quickly, whatever it took.
"Hoo... I can handle anything. I can endure it."
Seria clenched her fists.
"Is that so?"
She had plenty of experience with various things. It must have built her confidence to endure to some degree.
But today's training would be different from anything before.
"You're sensitive to mana, too."
"Sensitive to mana?"
"So, let's test it."
A gift tailored for her mana sensitivity.
I snapped my fingers, crafting a small circular tool from mana.
A tiny rotor the size of a thumb.
I'd recalled it from Choi Yoo-jun's memories and designed it.
It was that staple item from all those videos.
After learning succubi were mana-sensitive, I'd sketched it in my mind.
For various tests.
I'd originally planned a dildo.
But...
Even experienced succubi couldn't handle dildos.
Seria wouldn't either.
She'd probably give up in minutes.
That wasn't what I wanted to see.
The rotor was made with far weaker output than a dildo.
It could tease her perfectly.
I created three rotors with mana.
"What are these?"
"Put these inside your clothes and come out."
"Pardon?"
"Fix them to your nipples and clit. And remove all your underwear."
They came with a light adhesion spell.
"Remove all my underwear? What are you planning?"
"A gift for you, who's endured so well until now."
"A gift?"
"We're going out today. Just you and me."
She still looked utterly confused.
"Change quickly."
In the end, Seria went to her room to change.
How much time passed?
Seria emerged, walking unsteadily.
"Hoo, hoo."
Her face was slightly flushed.
Her body trembled from the unfamiliar stimulation.
Vrrr.
A faint low vibration hummed.
So quiet you had to concentrate to hear it.
"Wh-where are we going that you'd ask me to dress like this?"
"Where? To see Siegfried Duke."
I could already picture the duke's furious face.
Seria's eyes widened at my words.
"Wh-what?"
"Didn't I say it was a gift for you?"
"This is the gift?"
Seria bit her lip hard after speaking.
"A-are we taking a carriage?"
"No. We'll walk."
Her expression was priceless.
I inspected Seria's body.
Maid outfit on the outside—normal enough.
But no underwear beneath.
And the rotors on her nipples made those spots protrude.
She couldn't straighten her back properly.
Straightening fully would highlight the rotors on her nipples.
Her clit was hidden by the skirt, but that was fine.
Seria walked awkwardly, back slightly hunched.
"You're truly... wicked."
She glared at me, teeth gritted.
"Haven't seen that look in a while. Straighten your back. I want to see those beautiful legs."
Seria, glancing around nervously, reluctantly straightened.
Her nipples poked out in the shape of the rotors.
Quite the sight.
Three rotors targeting her erogenous zones at once.
They'd torment Seria all day.
"If you endure the pleasure and stay composed until we return home, I'll admit defeat."
"You're rigging it so I can't win."
"Naturally."
"Surely you don't mean... like this... to see Father?"
"Father? Watch your words. Just because I treat you casually doesn't mean you can."
"Sorry."
Seria bowed.
She was a woman whose status had been executed.
No title, no family left.
"Siegfried Duke will be thrilled to see you."
And hate me all the more.
"Let's go. Time for some fresh air after so long."
I led Seria out.
"Master, no carriage?"
Sebastian bowed as he asked.
"No. We'll walk slowly."
"Have a safe trip."
"Yes."
I walked out on foot.
Seria followed a step behind.
"Seria."
"Yes."
"Walk beside me. Today, I want our shoulders touching."
"Ah, yes."
Seria walked at my side.
And we proceeded.
Passing the mansion, we entered the bustling streets.
The market teemed with people.
Their gazes locked onto me and Seria.
"Look, isn't that the Magic Department Minister?"
"Whoa, he's so handsome."
"Tall and dashing—ugh, the guy's got it all."
Youngest Magic Department Minister. Magical genius. And so on.
I had plenty of titles.
The emperor's rising right-hand man.
No citizen in the capital didn't know my face.
And then...
"That woman next to him... her?"
"Hey, watch your mouth."
"Oops."
"Poor thing."
"Totally treated like a dog, they say."
Seria was famous among the citizens too.
Once the empire's flower.
Now a tragic woman who'd lost everything.
Rumors swirled: slave life, endless torment.
Most were true.
It stung a bit.
But their voices didn't reach me.
In my ears...
Vrrr.
Only the rotors' faint hum rang clear.
Seria bit her lip, clutching her skirt hem.
She hunched oddly to hide her nipples.
I didn't point it out.
The rotor outlines showing through her clothes were mine alone to see.
I wouldn't let others glimpse it.
But her hunched walk beside me, tears welling in her eyes—it drew pity from the crowd.
They probably thought she trembled with humiliation and rage.
Some might even say she wept for her plight.
But she wore that face from shame.
The citizens' voices wouldn't register.
Her head would be filled with the fact she looked pathetic and embarrassed before everyone.
How long can she last?
I swallowed a laugh, watching Seria.
Her body shuddered.
She stifled moans threatening to escape with the rotors' movements—hic.
"Ngh, ngh."
Tears glistened in her eyes.
Strange murmurs rose around us each time.
Did they know her shameful state? Her face burned crimson.
And that made her feel even more.
I can't lose.
Her body, sensitized by Morris's training, quivered.
Everyone's eyes seemed fixed on her shame.
What if they really know how I look?
Terror gripped her. Her body trembled.
Once a noble above them all—now tormented openly like this.
What would they think if they knew?
She'd never leave the house again.
The market would buzz forever: the woman who lost everything, even her dignity.
But those thoughts didn't last.
The wicked devices on her nipples and clit vibrated relentlessly, tormenting her.
She writhed.
Twisting to lessen the crashing pleasure did nothing.
The things found her weak spots like living creatures.
Rotors, was it?
To develop even this...
Morris Dmitry—a terrifying man.
Firm in victory and defeat.
He was certain to win this bet too.
But she'd win now.
She could.
I can endure.
It was sickeningly sweet, sticky pleasure.
But bearable.
Her lower body soaked, clear nectar trickling down her thighs.
Still, she could endure.
She wouldn't cum.
Seria bit her lip hard.
"Struggling?"
Morris whispered beside her.
"If it's hard and scary, lean on me. I'll allow that much."
Temptation.
To weaken her resolve.
But...
His body. Chest. Arm.
All so reliable.
If she could lean, she wanted to.
If she could rely, she would.
Lean and think of nothing.
That's why...
She had to stay away now.
"Stop. I can endure."
She couldn't help her gaze drifting.
So she squeezed her eyes shut.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Pitying voices echoed around.
Seria now flinched with each step.
Probably from the vibrations transmitted through her shoes.
Hic!
"Wait, please."
"What is it?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
Seria tugged my sleeve, asking.
An unexpected request.
Of all things, to pee.
"You really need to go?"
"Yes."
"Pee? Or can't you hold back? Didn't you squirt before?"
"..."
"Can't answer easily, huh."
"It's pee!"
Her defiant stance? Her tone felt aggressive.
Even after speaking, shame kept her head down.
"Is that so?"
Maybe terror-stricken.
Why did it feel endearing?
She's definitely changed.
Accepting her position, a bit different now.
Seria's heart pounded at her own words.
She'd never have cared before.
She looked at Morris.
This man changed her.
She'd resisted.
But from his absolute position, he never descended.
Dominating those beneath him.
Once, Seria admired the emperor.
For this.
Overwhelmed by his unyielding high position.
The emperor alone saw her equally amid sycophants—not as a lady to serve, but as a person.
So she courted him.
She realized her love's expression was wrong only after much twisted.
And she saw a similar presence in Morris.
No—a far greater existence than the awe she'd felt for the emperor.
For a moment, Seria's expression softened.
Get a grip. Really snap out of it.
Slap!
She slapped her cheek, sealing her lips.
"Bathroom soon. Hold till then."
At "bathroom," Seria mustered strength to walk.
Gazes faded in the sparse park.
Confirming no one around, I told Seria,
"We're here."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Right here."
I pointed to the park path.
No dust on the unused street—thanks to the empire's cleaners.
"Pee here. Familiar, isn't it?"
"...Too much."
"Expecting kindness? This is my utmost courtesy—finding you a toilet."
She didn't know the spells deployed.
Detection magic sensing people within 500 meters.
Silence for sound, cleanse for smell.
More effort than expected.
"Do your business comfortably. Or if not, we'll go to Siegfried Mansion like this. Not far—ten minutes."
"You're awful."
Seria whispered just loud enough for me.
She crept forward, slightly lifting her skirt.
No panties—bare skin exposed.
I eyed her lower body.
The mana rotor on her clit buzzed.
How much torment? Her clit was swollen to the limit.
Enduring in that state... impressive.
"Don't look."
Trembling voice, but Seria couldn't hold and peed right there.
After a suitable glimpse, I turned away.
The act mattered, not the view.
Water flowed, ringing in my ears.
"Let's go."
I said nothing.
Just matched her steps beside her.
With fewer people, her reactions dulled a bit.
Then, sloped stairs appeared before us.
The final hurdle.
This was practically why we'd come.
"Go up first."
"Here...? My skirt's short—everything will show from below."
"I'll block. Only I see inside. Or do you enjoy exposure now?"
No point arguing further, she thought.
Seria covered below with both hands, ascending slowly.
I followed a few steps behind.
Her hands desperately shielded the skirt hem.
Sometimes, desperate hiding reveals more beauty than outright exposure.
This was it.
To hide her skirt's underside, she pulled it down or covered—yet gaps between fingers showed glimpses.
Glistening slit from nectar.
Thighs trailing clear fluid.
Bright skin reflecting sunlight.
I did nothing, just walked slowly.
Savoring Seria's constant covering attempts.
"Tense about others seeing? Quite the flow."
"..."
"Such a pervert."
"You made me this way, Master."
Seria glared back.
"Maybe I did? Or is it your true nature?"
Seria turned away without answering.
Over the stairs, we reached Siegfried Mansion unscathed.
Twitching, but she'd made it to the end.
"Impressive will. Worthy of praise."
Then our eyes met the guard's.
"Who... huh?"
The guard's eyes widened.
Me, then Seria.
Never dreamed we'd come together.
"Th-th-th."
"Fetch Siegfried Duke. Tell him Morris Dmitry has arrived."
"Yes, sir!"
Noticing his glance at Seria, I added,
"Daring to eye my maid? Gouging those eyes would please Siegfried, no?"
"Sorry!"
The guard froze stiff.
Seria couldn't even look at him.
"The duke comes right away."
I spotted Siegfried Duke in the distance.
He rushed toward us frantically.