Clench Tight or Choke – The Thief's Ambush
"Since your pussy's so loose I can't feel a damn thing, how about I choke your neck a bit? If you don't wanna die, clench that hole nice and tight."
What the hell is he doing inside? Siana stood awkwardly behind the empty clothing store counter. Leon had dragged away the woman who'd been minding it before, ordering Siana to take her place.
Whirr— Only the vibrator buzzing inside her broke the silence, relentlessly teasing her.
Hah... When he'd said he'd punish her for reporting him by making her follow him all day, she'd worried he might do anything to her. But unexpectedly, he'd done nothing—just left her hanging. It felt emptier than she'd imagined.
Hnngh. Again... why does this take so damn long?
Siana recalled Leon's itinerary. This was already their fifth stop today. He'd filled his bag at the potion shop, snagged a useful magic talisman from the blacksmith, scored a free lavish meal at the restaurant. Hell, he'd even walked out of the jewelry store with one of those insanely expensive subspatial artifacts.
Every time, he'd slip inside alone with the shopkeeper for ages before emerging. When she asked what they'd been up to, he'd just laugh it off.
Siana tried imagining it. He called it 'tribute'—is he shaking them down like a thug? Blackmailing them over their weaknesses, like he'd done to her? Come to think of it, every shopkeeper he'd visited had been a woman.
If that's the case, as a teacher, it's my duty to discipline him. Guide him onto the straight and narrow. Even if she herself was being dragged around like his pet...
She flushed crimson, suddenly remembering how he'd treated her like a dog. And he still did—treating her like his dog. Trying to teach him would probably just earn her a "Shut up and suck my dick."
No customers in sight, boredom gnawing at her as she stood alone. Subtly, she rubbed her thighs together—
Ding-a-ling— A woman pushed open the shop door.
"H-Hik! W-Welcome~!" Siana stammered, facing the customer with flustered nonsense.
Short bob dyed faint gold, sharp feline features. Dressed in a black tank top and black hot pants, she padded in cat-like, her footsteps eerily silent.
"What kind of clothes are you looking for?"
The woman scanned the shop as if searching for something, then fixed her gaze on Siana's face.
"Ah, you're Siana, right?"
"...You know me?"
Shed worn sunglasses just in case someone recognized her. How? And Siana didn't even know her.
"Know you? Hell yeah, I do."
She grinned, nodding along. Siana's eyes dropped to her waist: a dagger sheath hung there, and a tattoo snaked along her side—a red heart pierced by a black dagger. The mark of thieves' guilds, especially the ones handling the dirtiest jobs.
An assassin?
Magic tower professors were elite imperial assets, deeply tied to politics. Assassins came calling now and then, she'd heard.
But who holds a grudge against me...?
As the air grew tense, Siana quietly gathered her mana. Leon had her blackmailed into paralysis, but she was still a high-rank mage. Slanted toward research over combat, sure—but she knew a few self-defense spells as a teacher.
She thrust her hand forward. "Stop! Don't come any closer."
No sense giving a thief more ground—especially in this enclosed space, with Leon and civilians inside.
All she could do was pray the woman wasn't top-tier.
"Oho, pretty confident, huh? Let's see what you've got."
The thief crouched low—then her form blurred and vanished.
High-speed movement! Basic thief trick. Siana recalled her student days in combat class.
Don't track with your eyes—sense it like a mage!
Instinctively twisting, Siana fired her prepped spell rightward. Five magic missiles arced gracefully, nailing the thief's landing spot.
"Ho?"
She looked shocked, then leaped aside with feline grace, dodging every one.
But that was within Siana's expectations. The missiles were bait. The moment she'd fired, she'd prepped a fireball—hurling it right at the tumbling thief's path.
Caught off-guard, the woman grimaced. Got her!
Siana had aced magic combat, after all. But the thief eyed the fireball, eyes gleaming, and whipped a dagger from her waist.
The blade glowed blue, slashing a trail that cleaved the spell clean in two.
Boom! The bisected fireball fizzled into nothing midair.
Aura!
Siana bit her lip. No amateur—this bitch was the real deal. Aura meant she could shred spells. In a tight spot like this? Siana was screwed.
Whirr— And her panties' vibrator kept tormenting her weak spot, shredding her focus.
Damn it...
Playing calm, Siana spoke up. "Who sent you? State your business."
The thief grinned, sheathing her dagger. "No one sent me. Just here to see Leon."
"Leon? He's my student. I won't let you near him till I know why."
The thief shrugged, pointing behind her. "Then ask him yourself."
A feint to divert her gaze? Wary of tricks, Siana glanced back—
There stood Leon, sighing and pinching his brow.
"Haa... both of you, cut it out and stop."
* * *
"Haaahk, haa, Leon oppa...♥ Kiss me... smooch—♥"
Leon eyed the woman pinned beneath him, face-to-face. The clothing shop owner's daughter. Plain face dotted with freckles—not pretty, even charitably.
She stuck out her tongue grotesquely, arms reaching to hug him. "Hurry... kiss meee...♥"
Creepy to stare at. Her body's decent, though. He'd tried doggy, but she kept demanding face-to-face...
He reached for her head. Thinking he was petting her, she nuzzled his hand—but he yanked the pillow propping her up away.
"Eek!?"
Her head dropped suddenly; she yelped in shock. He slammed the pillow over her face.
"Guhk? Khh, c-can't... breatheee... stop messing around...!"
Mouth and nose crushed, air cut off—she clenched her pussy in survival panic, flailing her arms.
"Oh, now that's tighter."
God knows how many cocks this slut had taken. Her hole had felt baggy around his dick—till now.
"Yours is so loose, I gotta do this to cum. Deal with it."
He slammed in deep. He wasn't fucking her for fun—just prepping another devotee. Once brainwashed, he'd never touch her again.
Perfect for missionary work with her pussy.
Building a kingdom needed manpower. Brainwashing them all personally? Impossible. So Leon planned a cult to worship him.
The foundation was set. Weekends spent gathering prelim devotees who obeyed his every word.
Once the church formed, existing followers would recruit and brainwash new ones automatically—an auto-brainwash factory.
His magic grew with followers. More devotees, stronger spells. Endless possibilities.
"Ghekk, g-gonna... cum... can't breathe... please..."
"Hold on, almost there."
She strained to pry his hands off the sheets. He pinned both wrists with one hand; the other kept smothering her.
"Khk... guhkk, nghh..."
Maybe her limit—she thrashed, legs kicking wildly.
"Oh, fuck, it's squeezing hard now. Hang in there—cumming soon."
"Grrk... nghh..."
Her body shuddered violently. Pussy spasming, milking him relentlessly. Semen surged up.
"Here it comes! The cum you love—taking it deep, so cherish it!"
Splurt, splurt. Thick ropes flooded her depths. Despite dumping loads in other women, Libia's potions kept him fresh.
Finally spent, he tossed the pillow. She'd foamed at the mouth, passed out.
"Good pussy. I'll grab some clothes on the way out."
No response from the unconscious slut. He almost slapped her pussy—but saw the slack, flabby meat and lost interest. Used-up rags held no appeal.
Packing his haul, he prepped to leave. Then—commotion outside.
Customers, maybe?