Morgana (1)
Morgana's dream was an easy one to invade. After all, she was a vampire, and unlike werewolves, she slept during the day.
I could mess with her plenty without disrupting my own schedule.
That aside, this woman's dreams are something else...
Morgana's dream resembled the classic vampire clichés you'd see in novels or movies.
A massive, somewhat gloomy castle. Bats hanging from the ceiling made it a dead giveaway that this was a vampire's lair.
I wandered endlessly through this enormous castle. It was so vast that it took forever to get anywhere.
What if the dream ends like this? That would suck.
After walking for what felt like ages, just as I was starting to tire, I opened a door at the end of the corridor and stepped into another massive hall.
More boring steps followed, until finally, I came face-to-face with the dream's owner.
Morgana. Playing queen, huh? Pathetic.
Searching Morgana Bloodveil's past history...
Originally, she was the heir to a noble family ruling a vast territory, but she lost the power struggle against her siblings and fled to Terranium. Fortunately, inheriting the true ancestor's power made it easy for her to carve out a place for herself.
You are now facing a powerful vampire. Proceed with caution!
A massive throne adorned with gold and glittering jewels, and there sat Morgana.
She was the vampire mafia boss. And from what I knew, a true ancestor to boot.
True ancestors were among the strongest of vampires, akin to nobility among humans.
That's why vampires sired by true ancestors possessed even greater power.
Was this woman originally a noble living in a castle like this?
So why had she crossed over to Terranium to peddle bootleg booze as a mafioso?
Rest assured, no magic can resist your power.
But vampires thrive at night! Never let your guard down.
Vampires were said to be proficient in magic too. Did she have any resistance to the spells I cast?
From what my skills showed, her resistance seemed low.
Anyway, I needed to seize control. How should I approach?
"Hm? Who dares invade my palace?"
"Ack!"
Before I could react, something invisible grabbed me.
It felt like a giant hand clamping down.
"Well, well, who might this be? I thought your face looked familiar. If it isn't our shop mascot."
As expected, unlike Rasca, she had some resistance... though my body was unscathed.
As long as I didn't cross the line, she wouldn't hurt me.
"So, what's your reason for coming here?"
"...I'm Morgana's personal masseuse."
"What?"
I threw out a bold gamble. Even if she saw through the lie, nothing bad would happen.
To boost my odds, I activated my new skill.
Morgana Bloodveil falls under Hypnosis.
Come to think of it, novels often had vampires using hypnosis themselves.
Well, even doctors get sick sometimes. It was natural she'd fall for it too.
"A massage? Ah, right. You're too late, though."
"Sorry. The castle's too big."
"Fair enough. A plain imp like you must struggle to navigate my castle."
"Short legs mean short steps. Haha..."
This bitch? Daring to insult my body? I'd grab her hair and fuck her from behind for that.
Though I did say the short legs part...
Regardless, she'd pay for making me say it.
"Work keeps me so busy my shoulders are rock-hard. You better loosen them up properly."
Snap!
With a flick of her elegant finger, a door burst open somewhere, and a massive bed flew in.
Clearly an application of the invisible hand she'd used on me earlier.
"Hop on up. You're the first male to touch my body, huh? Ufufu, ah... I'm looking forward to it."
Looking forward to what? Typical nocturnal race—seducing unconsciously.
Don't fall for it.
Of course, I had no intention of falling for her. She was the one who needed to fall for me.
Morgana Bloodveil currently harbors no suspicion toward your words. She can't imagine a mere imp deceiving her.
But act carelessly, and Bloodveil will attack. Stay cautious!
A chilling warning. Whatever, I'd take it as making deception easier.
And hypnosis isn't my only trick.
I had another ace: Marking.
At level 3, it should be far more potent than hypnosis.
Imprinting Marking of obedience on Morgana Bloodveil.
Morgana now obeys your words even more readily.
Hypnosis and Marking—the combo seemed to work wonders.
I was starting to get a feel for how to use them.
"To start the massage, you'll need to get fully naked."
"Hm?"
Not even a minute in, and I was already making outrageous demands.
Naturally, Morgana gave me a baffled look.
"Why the hell should I strip naked in front of you?"
"Ah, misunderstanding. I'm not asking you to undress because I want to see you naked. Clothes just get in the way during a massage."
"Hm..."
Fair point—clothing only hinders kneading muscles.
Morgana shed her black suit without suspicion.
She's got no real thoughts on it anyway.
She felt nothing special about getting naked before an imp masseuse—like stripping in front of a pet dog.
She gradually revealed her pristine white body before this worthless imp. No flaunting, just for the massage.
...Whew, her tits seem smaller than Rasca's. But that ass is bigger.
Asmodeus sneakily eyed Morgana's body under the pretense of massaging.
Her breasts were smaller than werewolf Rasca's—a blow to her pride if the true ancestor vampire heard it.
But her hips and ass were bigger.
That ass would feel great from behind.
Rasca was perfect for grabbing those tits and creampieing her, but Morgana screamed for hair-pulling doggy style.
First things first, break Morgana.
Asmodeus eyed Morgana's back as she lay prone on the bed.
Problem is, I have no clue how to massage.
Unfortunately, Asmodeus knew zilch about massages.
He'd tried a few times before—his old boss had asked once.
But that hardly qualified as proper training.
"I'll start with your shoulders."
Knead, knead... Just poking the trapezius. Basic stuff anyone could do.
But Asmodeus had his skills.
"How's that? Feels refreshing, right?"
"Hm... yeah, my shoulders are tingling."
"That's the knotted muscles pressing on your shoulder blood vessels. Loosening them properly will improve circulation."
"Is that so?"
Placebo effect. Believing in a treatment's efficacy makes the body improve, even without real medicine.
Hypnosis implanted strong belief, creating that tingling, refreshing sensation at his fingertips.
"Notice how the sweat on your soles is gone?"
"Uh, yeah! Just like you said—my feet feel smooth."
"Better circulation raises body temperature, so sweating is natural. Good sign. Toxins are flushing out too."
She believed anything now.
In truth, pressing shoulders compresses vessels and nerves inside, causing pain.
Tension from pain naturally produces sweat.
Pretty slick, huh?
Of course, Morgana—under hypnosis—never realized this.