2-7 Prophet's Visit, Fortune Teller Sion (Sion - Hypnotic Humiliating Interrogation, Bitch Fall♥) (2)
It was already night, and the laundry was closed for the day, when a sudden visitor arrived. This wasn't someone who'd wandered in unaware of the hours.
"They say they're here to see you, Gaon."
No one should be coming to visit. Besides, hardly anyone in this city even knew who I was. I was using a false identity even with the saintesses...
'Maybe Noa or one of the other succubi?'
That was the only thing that came to mind. Heading to the front entrance where the guest waited, I saw someone standing there in a hood.
...She had a strange aura. Probably a woman, from what I could tell. Even under the thick robe, her feminine curves were unmistakable. She lowered her hood, revealing green hair tied in twintails and pitch-black eyes. Dark circles shadowed the skin under them, giving off a decadent vibe.
"Greetings, Gaon. I am the fortune teller Sion. My god spoke to me of you, leading me here. Forgive my rudeness in visiting so late."
Spend resources to hear prophecies about current or future events.
As I faced the hooded woman, that message window popped up.
'A visitor event here?'
She was a [Visitor] unit, like Lilith. I'd built the brothel specifically to summon Lilith, but some visitors could appear randomly under certain conditions—or maybe I'd unknowingly met the requirements to draw her in.
Visitors didn't always bring benefits, but a 'Prophet' unit didn't seem like it'd cause harm.
"I have come here guided by the stars, mana, and the god I serve. If you wish, I shall illuminate your path with the blessing bestowed upon me."
Though there'd be a modest price, of course, the prophet added.
Fortune Teller Sion demands payment from you.
If you offer tribute, Sion will give you a special prophecy.
The prophecy's content is random.
Offering a large tribute might grant a special boon...
The status window messages kept appearing before my eyes. It sounded good, but the demanded resources were steeper than expected—absurdly so. I couldn't afford that much. And it wasn't even guaranteed useful; the content was random.
"What will you do?"
"......"
I paused in silence before speaking.
"Can we haggle?"
"If you offer a gift I like, perhaps."
"What do you like?"
"Figuring that out is your task, Gaon."
Hmm.
"Is that prophecy guaranteed to help me? Can't I pick what kind I hear?"
"Whether it helps or not is up to you entirely. If you'd like to choose your prophecy, simply give me a gift worthy of it."
Her explanations were all vague clouds. Honestly, I was leaning toward ignoring her. The randomness and insane resource demand sealed it.
"Will you refuse the prophecy? Then I shall resume my pilgrimage. Fate may bring us together again someday."
Sion bowed her head in farewell, but I waved her off.
"Gotta give a guy a chance to haggle, right? I don't know what you like yet, so come inside for a drink and we'll talk. A traveler needs at least a glass of water before hitting the road, yeah?"
Sion smiled broadly under her hood at my words.
—A glass of water. Precisely the gift she'd hoped for.
Had I seen right through her? "Then, if I may."
A glass of water's grace would halve the prophecy's price. A meal would cut it further. Curious how far my hospitality would go, Sion followed me into Mera Laundry.
...
"......?"
And moments later, Sion stood naked in the middle of the Mera couple's living room. Her hands were bound behind her head, legs slightly spread. She couldn't remember how she'd ended up like this. Her limbs wouldn't move freely, leaving her fresh, unused pussy fully exposed.
"Sion, right? Prophet or fortune teller—which you prefer?"
"...Huh? ...What???"
Sion still seemed dazed. To help her snap out of it, I pinched her clit hard.
Just that made her gasp as if choked, chin lifting, waist trembling as she answered.
"F-Fortune... fortune teller Sion, please call me."
"That's right, you gotta answer. I'll keep asking questions, so respond."
I released the pinch on her clit, stroking it instead. Sion nodded with moist eyes.
Whatever happened during her brief blackout, her pussy was already slick and sticky. Transparent nectar drooled in sticky threads.
Light questions followed—age, family, hobbies—escalating to deeper prophecy talk. All while my fingers tormented her sensitive nub without mercy. I'd flick her nipples now and then, or pull her into a soul-stealing kiss if she hesitated.
Exposed to a succubus's touch and saliva, Sion teetered on the edge. Sweat beaded on her pale skin; her juices puddled on the floor.
"Here, drink your water. Must be thirsty. Travelers need plenty."
I handed her a cup, permitting her to drink. As she gulped it down, my hand circled her soft pussy mound.
Then—smack—I slapped her crotch flat with my palm.
She jolted at the sharp sting, spilling a bit. "No spilling," I said, pinching her clit again.
Sion twisted desperately, begging and writhing to escape. I released it—but now rubbed the poor nub furiously.
She tried fleeing, but I grabbed her plump, moon-like ass. No escape, no retreat; her clit suffered relentlessly.
"Ah, aaah, stop, please stop...! Hnngh...!"
"Then, Fortune Teller Sion, make the prophecy cheaper?"
"N-Ngh... W-Water... one glass, so half price... please..."
"Still too pricey. Can't go lower?"
"Eek— Hiiik— Ngh, ah...! M-Meal... a meal, then... one-tenth more off...!"
One-twentieth. A steal. I had the resources, and it was reasonable.
"Still feels off."
"......?"
"I'd love a bigger discount. Free would be best, Fortune Teller Sion."
"Th-That's... no way... thief... thug...!"
"Make it free."
"No. I won't!"
I kissed her fiercely, battering her virgin tongue and ravaging her mouth. She shuddered in my arms.
A succubus's skilled kiss hit her untouched body like sex itself.
'Ah, aaah... what's this... a kiss? My tongue's melting... head's going weird... lower belly throbbing... hiiik—♡♡♡'
The long kiss ended; my lips parted. Sion trembled blankly, drool spilling from her open mouth, staring into space. Saliva trailed down her chin onto her breasts, ignored.
"Make it free. I'm asking so nicely."
I stroked her lower belly, whispering. Sion twitched, panting, unable to affirm or deny.
* * *
The interrogation proceeded smoothly. No virgin could resist succubus skills unleashed without restraint. Weak spots assaulted, orgasms denied amid planted pleasure, she wailed—then shattered in endless climaxes, brain melting in ecstasy's hell.
Fainting and waking repeatedly eroded her will. Exhausted beyond endurance, yet her body climaxed spectacularly at my slightest touch. Sweat, tears, spit, piss, tides—all flowed. Without hydration, she'd have dehydrated to death.
Of course, the water and drinks contained succubus fluids, which she neither knew nor could refuse.
After half a day of sticky torment, Sion surrendered.
"I-I'll do it... f-free... everything... just stop... hiiik... stop..."
Tears accompanied her pleas. Any more, and she'd break. Something precious, unseen, would shatter.
She offered free prophecy upon submission, but I shook my head.
"Free prophecy's a given. Not enough."
"...Huh...?"
"This place feels empty. A pet would liven it up."
With my kind, benevolent smile, I reached out. In my hand: a red leather collar, heavy chain leash attached.
"Be this house's bitch, Fortune Teller Sion. Refuse, and we'll do this another day before asking again."
"......!"
Sion looked up in disbelief—but soon nodded acceptance.
The red dog collar clasped around her slender neck. Thus, Sion became Mera Laundry's pet bitch...
