The Virtue of Submission

The character for "bok" in "submission" (Obedience) uses the "bok" from "clothes"

This is presumed to stem from the idea that a servant protects their master's body like clothing.

In that sense, Rasca didn't just offer loyalty to him—she followed him blindly.

If he told her to die, she'd leap from the building right then. If he said bark, she'd bark anywhere.

Could Morgana Bloodveil ever reach that point?

If she truly desires submission, I can etch the mark into her.

If she showed even the slightest resistance, Asmodeus wouldn't be able to subdue Morgana.

"You're demanding submission to you... in exchange for boundless pleasure."

Morgana murmured softly. At the same time, Asmodeus's words whispered sweetly into her ear.

"Of course." "But I am great..." "Great? If you were truly great, would you have ended up like this? Not a chance."

Those words shattered Morgana's world. An incubus, the lowliest race in the world.

Even imps seemed noble by comparison.

And now such an incubus was calling a vampire—a true ancestor of great bloodline—lowly.

"Haha... ahaha..."

Hearing that, rather than rage, Morgana felt a hollow emptiness.

Thoroughly ravished by this tiny, pathetic incubus. Even told she wasn't all that great.

Unbearable... Just like anyone whose pride was wounded, Morgana's mind began veering toward denial.

"I... I'm not lowly."

Just relatively so. She was still of great bloodline. That didn't change.

The tallest mountain in a country is smaller than the world's tallest. Did that make it pathetic?

No... It just seemed small and shabby by comparison. To those living in that country, it was still a sublime, grand natural wonder.

Right, I'm not lowly. This guy's just exceptional...

With that, Morgana's mindset slowly shifted. She'd admit defeat, but in a way that preserved her pride.

Her loss wasn't because vampires were inferior—it was because incubi were superior.

"Aha. Finally, I get it. All this time..."

Once she acknowledged that, Morgana's resolve crumbled swiftly.

Like a tiny tremor triggering an avalanche. Her pride dam burst, sweeping everything away uncontrollably.

Submitting to something greater is only natural. Can't call that defeat.

Vampires had dominated other races because they were far superior.

So was it wrong for vampires to submit to an even greater race? No... Refusing would be arrogance, a mistake.

"This lady..."

She immediately caught her slip and corrected herself.

"...This servant shall submit to the great incubus. Please accept this lowly body."

Aah... It's over. My life is now solely for serving this man.

She thought she might betray him later, but the mark compelled nothing but loyalty.

"Another one in the bag."

Now his incubus collection had grown. A sleek werewolf and a prime true ancestor vampire.

No matter who, they were top-tier bitches perfect for fucking and impregnating.

They said Alexander the Great was obsessed with conquest.

He must've gotten a huge thrill from subjugating other nations.

I could kinda understand. Not land, but conquering superior women gave me an immense sense of superiority.

Rewards for results. Felt like playing an RPG.

I dumped them all into skills needed for rank-up. Now my power level had advanced a step.

The change from rank-up was skill consolidation.

Female Detection vanished first. I didn't use it much anyway, so no big loss.

Not gone entirely—converted to passive. Even better. To reach the next rank, I needed maxed skill levels.

Wasting points on something like Female Detection felt inefficient.

Hm? Another skill point? Nice bonus...

"Heh, like your own face, master...?"

As I pondered, Morgana slipped onto the bed, rubbing against me.

Hm... Acting cute, huh. But that title rubbed me wrong.

"Who the hell calls their master 'honey'? Cheeky bitch." "Ah... Sorry, master. It just slipped out." "Shut up and fetch some wine. Pour it. No cock for you for a while as punishment. Rasca, get up here and suck my dick."

Having two servants made life so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much easier. Meant more essence to drain too.

Of course, higher rank meant more needed, but adding one more would cover it.

"Wuup..." "Aw, come on, master~ That's too much. Just a little slip-up, and you give such harsh punishment."

She scurried over, pouring ruby-red wine like her eyes into the glass.

FYI, I can't hold my liquor. Purely decorative.

"I'm focusing, so lie next to Rasca and quietly lick my dick." "Thank you..."

I roughly forgave Morgana and checked my skill window again.

Hm... What to invest in?

The core of my skills is definitely Lewd Dream.

Others had limits solo. Better to pump Lewd Dream.

O? Way better than expected. Good call investing in Lewd Dream.

"Morgana, stop licking and come here." "Wuung... Not yet." "Not yet? Think my dick exists for you? Cut the crap." "Wuu... So mean."

She's got more aegyo than I thought. Rasca shows affection by grinding her body; Morgana with cute whines.

She's a beauty, so it's forgivable. If she were ugly, fist first.

"Noxbell... Know anything about that dark elf bitch?" "Ah, that racist high-race supremacist pain in the ass? Yeah, I know her." "Hm. Pretty famous, huh." "Yep, huge name in our circles."

Morgana's intel was shocking.

Noxbell had been infamous even as a low-rank cop. Ignored crimes by elves or dragonkin, but inflated minor offenses by lower races and threw them in jail.

How evil... Probably killed tons of my kind.

Gotta impregnate her and make her sweet.

Underworld power was all mine now. With this cash and muscle, sky's the limit.

Issue was... Noxbell could crush it anytime if she wanted. To rule this city, I needed public authority too.

"Dig deeper on her." "Got it... But in exchange." "Fine, both of you, ass up. I'll fuck you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nice and friendly."

Sticking my dick between them with Noxbell in the middle would feel amazing.

Do dark elves blush when aroused? So curious... can't wait.