I'll Make You Like This Soon Too
When every door in the inn stood wide open, the figure that appeared was a girl as white as fresh snow—Shiro.
"Shiro…?"
Ian blankly called her name. He was so flustered that his voice barely came out.
How long had Shiro been standing in front of the inn door?
Shiro's face, as she stood at the threshold, was already flushed red all the way to her ears.
"Why… are you… here…?"
The moment Ian tried to speak—
"Come in."
Arcia said calmly. There was no hint of agitation—in fact, she seemed to be enjoying the situation.
Shiro's shoulders twitched. But without refusing—she took one step. Then another. Cautiously, she entered.
Click… clack…
Her shoe heels echoed unusually loudly.
And—thunk.
The door closing sealed the room's air in an instant.
"Arcia, w-wait just a…!"
Ian hurriedly tried to sit up, but
"Don't move."
Arcia's legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Her soft yet heavy hips and thighs pressed tight against his body, pinning him completely in place.
Even more disconcerting was the fact that Ian's cock was still buried deep inside Arcia's hot, slick pussy.
In that very state, his eyes met Shiro's.
"…!"
He could see Shiro's blue eyes shaking. Surprise, shame, and… some subtle emotion flashed across them.
But her gaze bored piercingly into Ian's naked form.
"Shiro."
Arcia called her softly.
"You tell me."
There was an irresistible power in her words.
Shiro slowly turned her head. The moment her eyes met Arcia's, her pupils gradually dilated. Her focus blurred, and her red eyes took on a dazed glow. Like sinking slowly into deep water, her expression turned languid and obedient in an instant.
"What are you do—mmpf."
As Ian tried to demand an explanation, Arcia swiftly clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Shh."
Her lips whispered right by his ear. Her hot breath tickled his skin.
"Be quiet. This is… a very important conversation from here on."
Arcia smiled faintly as she looked back at Shiro. That smile was eerily sweet.
"Now, Shiro. Tell me. What happened with Ian… in the Labyrinth."
Shiro's mouth slowly, tremulously opened.
"…With Ian-nim…"
A breathy voice, languid yet cracking with tension.
"…In the Labyrinth…"
A short, suffocating silence.
And then, "…Every night… we were together…"
The moment the words left her lips, Shiro's cheeks burned even redder. Yet her eyes remained glazed. As if hypnotized, she continued slowly.
"…Ian-nim… hugged me tight… it was so warm…"
She rubbed her body ever so slightly, her voice growing softer.
"…I wasn't scared…"
Her fingers fidgeted anxiously.
"…When I buried my face in his chest… I could hear his breathing… and my heart calmed…"
Ian's heart pounded wildly. His breath came in gasps.
"…And…"
Shiro's voice dropped lower, trembling more.
"…Sometimes… he held my hand… and whispered… 'it's okay'… 'not scary'…"
The instant the final words ended, the room fell into dead silence. Even breaths seemed swallowed.
Ian's body trembled faintly. Arcia felt it and slowly—ever so slowly—lifted the corner of her mouth.
"I see."
She whispered. Her voice was sweet, yet edged like a sharpened blade.
"Quite… affectionate of him."
Her eyes turned slowly, heavily toward Ian.
"…Ian."
Arcia's gaze was deep, heavy, endlessly probing. As if piercing straight through to his soul.
"Mmph!"
Ian writhed to speak. But Arcia's hand clamped his mouth shut—no sound escaped.
"Lying children… need punishment, don't they?"
Arcia's voice was low and raspy, but a smile of delight spread clearly across her lips. Even her eyes sparkled.
"Shiro, come here."
She beckoned softly, yet in a commanding tone.
Click…… clack……
Shiro's footsteps approached the bed.
She climbed onto it slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, and knelt right above Ian's head.
Her white skirt filled his entire field of vision.
"Grab."
At Arcia's curt command, Shiro seized Ian's wrists with both hands and yanked them above his head.
Her hands were soft, but they held surprising strength.
Only then did Arcia slowly remove her hand.
"It hurts… Shiro…"
His shoulders throbbed and ached from the forced pull.
But there was no time to complain now.
"Arcia, what happened was—"
Ian panted urgently, mouth opening, but
"It's fine, Ian."
Arcia cut him off decisively. Her voice was far too calm, far too sweet.
"I already know everything."
At that moment, Arcia's fingers dug hard into the shoulder bearing his engraved mark.
"Kuh!"
A sharp pain stabbed into his shoulder, making Ian's body jerk violently.
And—hum.
The moment Arcia infused mana into the Slave Mark, it vibrated lowly and began to slowly expand its reach.
"Ugh… Arcia… I hate this, this…!"
Ian twisted his body against the rising heat from his shoulder, teeth gritted.
"This… is the Slave Mark… I heard all about it…"
He'd learned the truth of it from Maritia. That memory burned vividly now.
"Hehe… so you finally get it?"
Arcia laughed delightedly. Her voice was sweet, but her hand never stopped channeling mana.
"Ugh… stop…!"
The mark spread further, encroaching onto his chest. As the heat bloomed to its center, his nipples tingled and prickled.
"Ian, this is your fault."
Her fingers pressed his shoulder harder, intensifying the mana flow.
Ian's body convulsed on its own. His breath grew ragged, vision blurring faintly.
"You shouldn't lie… I didn't want to go this far."
Arcia sighed as if regretful, but her eyes told a different story. Pleasure, excitement, and deep obsession gleamed there.
Arcia leaned down slowly, bringing her lips nearly to his ear, and whispered,
"Now you're completely my slave… I won't even let you lie anymore."
Her voice was lovingly soft, but the threat hidden within sharply constricted Ian's heart.
Shiro still gripped his wrists, gazing down at him in a daze. Her hands trembled faintly, but showed no sign of release.
No one in the room could help Ian. He had no choice but to surrender to this unfamiliar pleasure and heat.
Arcia whispered sweetly, her lips almost brushing his ear.
"Just endure a little… it's almost done."
With those words, the heat piercing his shoulder gradually ebbed. The mark stabilized, emitting a faint, steady glow.
Hum— After one final low resonance,
"All done."
Arcia murmured in satisfaction.
"Haa…"
Ian exhaled long and deep. As the mark fully settled, strength drained from his entire body, replaced by a languid weakness.
His mind fogged over, eyes growing dazed and unfocused.
"Shiro, you can let go now."
At Arcia's command, Shiro quietly released his wrists.
His arms were free at last, but Ian couldn't move properly. A strange warmth and languor had seeped deep into his muscles, making even twitching a finger feel burdensome.
"Haa… haa…"
He panted heavily, looking up at Arcia. His vision shook slightly, thoughts failing to connect.
Arcia smiled softly down at him. Her fingers still slowly traced the mark on his chest.
"Now… your body won't listen to you anymore, right?"
She chuckled lowly and shifted her hips just a bit. A hot sensation bloomed anew from their deep connection.
Arcia whispered softly into Ian's ear.
"From now on… entrust your body and mind to me completely."
Her voice remained sweet, but the hidden pressure grew ever clearer and heavier.
Shiro remained seated above Ian's head, quietly gazing down at the two of them. A languid light lingered in her blue eyes, but her fingertips anxiously pinched at her skirt hem.
Ian opened his mouth, but no voice came out. His body lay relaxed and limp, his mind increasingly swept away by Arcia's words.
"Shiro, get ready now too."
Arcia sat up and looked at Shiro.
"Yes…"
Shiro answered softly.
Swish…
She slowly—but without hesitation—began to undress. The thin fabric slid down like water, and soon her white underwear dropped right onto Ian's face.
A faint, alluring body scent wafted from the soft cloth.
When Shiro was completely naked, Arcia slowly extended her hand toward her.
Plop.
The moment her fingers brushed Shiro's soft breast,
"Eut…!"
Shiro let out a small, sweet moan. Her body trembled faintly.
Hum—
Soon, red marks began rising all over Shiro's body. Far more numerous and intricate than Ian's, they writhed and glowed from her neck to her chest, belly, thighs—even near her pussy.
Her skin flushed red, vibrating faintly in sync with the marks.
Shiro's eyes dilated even deeper. Her breath quickened, cheeks staining bright crimson.
Arcia cupped the breast with the clearest mark in her palm and rubbed the sensitive nipple with her thumb—
"Aaht…! Haa…!"
Shiro's body heaved sharply. Her legs quivered, and then—trickle—transparent, sticky love juices gushed from her pussy like a burst dam.
Warm, hot liquid dripped in steady streams onto Ian's head from above.
Shiro leaned her waist forward slightly, her body shuddering in the afterglow of climax. Her eyes nearly lost focus, mouth agape as she panted.
Arcia smiled in satisfaction, her fingertips slowly—and lewdly—tracing Shiro's marks.
"Euut… uuugh…"
"So pretty… Shiro. Cumming just like that."
Her voice was gentle, but the strong undercurrent of dominance rang clear.
"Ian, I'll make you just like this soon too."
Ian's eyes, meeting Arcia's red ones, filled thickly with terror.