En Route to the Succubus Magic Tower

Alisa sets her sights on the Succubus Magic Tower. "......Yes. I'll do it." There's no reason for her to refuse. Any place offering even greater pleasure than this is more than welcome.

"Good thinking♪ You definitely won't regret it."

"Alright then. Release me. But this is hellsteel, so you can't just dismantle it normally."

This thing won't come off. There's no key to begin with, and it was installed with the intent of semi-permanent restraint. The only option is to amputate between her unbound armpits and shoulders, and her thighs.

"Yes. That's why we'll take you to the kingdom monastery for amputation followed immediately by reconstructive surgery. With your limbs intact, restoration will be a breeze, so don't worry. ....Any objections?"

Somehow, their thinking aligns in a way that unsettles her. Gloria, the woman harboring madness beneath her calm demeanor, tilts her head and flashes a captivating smile. Alisa shakes her head instead of waving her hand.

"I'm fine. I have great regeneration. I can regrow them right here."

"Pardon?"

"Cut me now, please."

Snap.

Gloria watches in astonishment as new limbs sprout instantly from the amputation sites, her eyes widening.

"Whoa. What is that? Magic?"

"No... If I had to say, it's my constitution?"

The princess sighs deeply at her words.

"I'm jealous. Not just one or two things about you."

This body is certainly convenient. Alisa, reunited with her limbs after so long, swings them around casually. Good. They move properly. She was worried since it's been half a year since she last had a full body, but everything seems fine. No—her reactions feel even sharper than before.

"Clean up."

At Gloria's command, her knight behind her wipes up the spilled blood.

In the brief silence, Alisa recalls her contract with the Goddess of Ruin. Back then, she couldn't even read or remember ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the contract's contents, but now she grasps at least a little. The goddess seeks to mold her into the perfect flesh through the pact—a body capable of impregnating with otherworldly seeds, birthing in an instant. And to endure the pregnancies, matings, and births with other races, she grants superior physical prowess, mana, and regeneration.

This power will grow stronger over time, the more she follows the goddess's guidance. Falling into the duke's clutches, rewritten as a future of capture. Meeting the princess. All guided by the goddess. And the additional terms probably included immunity to madness and mental reinforcement. Any normal human would have gone insane or developed a mental illness from such experiences, yet Alisa remains fine. Even when her arms were severed moments ago, it only hurt—she didn't scream or wail.

There must be many more clauses she can't yet comprehend. But all of it serves to reduce her to something worse than an onahole, mere byproducts. Imagining that sends shivers of thrill through her again. Having accumulated so many physical experiences, her disposition to get aroused just from masochistic fantasies has intensified.

"You look perfectly fine. I don't know what you are, but... oh, right. Do you know much about the magic tower?"

"Huh?"

"Since you don't seem to, let me explain the Succubus Magic Tower in detail."

The princess begins her clear, resonant explanation of the Succubus Magic Tower.

To summarize Gloria's account: The tower appeared about several decades ago and has only recently become conquerable. Dozens of veteran adventurers and a thousand soldiers were dispatched, but six months in, all contact has been lost. Both the tower's forces and the attackers are presumed nearly annihilated, though no one knows for sure since no one's returned from inside. More precisely, no scavengers or low-rank adventurers who entered have come back.

Unable to expend more manpower on this place—now nicknamed the Tower of Death—the princess had been pacing anxiously until she met Alisa. It all makes a certain sense.

Alisa voices the question that naturally arises.

"But what if the interior is intact?"

"Then we'd just enjoy it, wouldn't we?"

"......"

Alisa squints at Gloria. Gloria covers her mouth with ladylike grace and chuckles.

"My, where did the one who just said she was sick of being the duke's sow go?"

"Fair point. But I really want to go to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hell."

"Don't worry. If you don't return, I'll send an army to conquer it."

"....For me?"

Gloria replies with an innocent smile.

"Oh~ Of course not. Do you know how valuable that tower is? Beyond the petrification magic artifacts, it holds countless mechanical devices, architectural techniques, and creatures with mysterious ecosystems. Occupying and researching it would advance the kingdom's technology by half a century~."

"......."

Why does this irritate her so much? Despite the princess's enchanting beauty and sensual aura that could bewitch anyone, they don't seem compatible.

"Still, I'd prefer you conquer it. Follow me. I'll provide conquest gear, magic artifacts, and teach you our royal magic."

With that, Gloria tosses clothes at Alisa. She catches them reflexively and watches the princess stride ahead.

"But is this okay? Releasing me? Won't the duke get mad?"

"It's fine. I'm the kingdom's regent and first princess, aren't I? A bit of compensation money, and stacking up karma like this is very important♪"

"Ahaha.."

Alisa thought no woman in this world was crazier than her, but apparently not.

"Well then, good luck~."

Alisa watches the waving princess vanish. The western regions are far from here, so they part at the train station after traveling by carriage. The "train" is an old-fashioned streetcar powered by magic stones, typically used for transport or by select nobles and royalty.

The carriage ride takes 16 hours. During that time, Alisa pores over the magic manual handwritten by Gloria herself—a summary of the royal sacred magic. Practicing a few times, she feels her mana stir. Unable to use it inside the carriage, she holds back, but along the way, she learns ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to wield cold weapons, punch, and receives various relics and a hefty pouch of gold coins.

She trains her magic, enjoys rare restful sleep, admires her beauty and figure in the mirror—and before long, the train pulls into the western station. Instead of an announcement, a station attendant rings the arrival bell. Alisa stretches and steps out.

"Ooh..."

Allegau, the frontier city of the west. It blends stereotypical desert vistas with fantastical sights—an Arabian, Indian, Egyptian atmosphere. Lively music fills the air, carriages roam the streets, dancing belly dancers and street whores add to the debauched, decadent vibe.

—Upon arrival, a servant will be waiting. Rest a few days or head straight out; your choice.

Recalling Gloria's words, Alisa smirks. As if she'd rest. Back when she was a virgin, she might've peeked into a brothel, but now no ordinary brothel sex satisfies her. Especially with the Succubus Dungeon looming ahead—who'd settle for a plain whorehouse?

Memories of her past life stir. The thought of experiencing fantastical depravities from there makes her heart race. From goblins to sense-blocking tentacles, asses embedded in walls, cunts carved into doors. Just imagining it soaks her pussy. No way she can masturbate in the middle of town, so she licks her lips.

Heading for the tower, she pauses. Thanks to Gloria, she has money. Might as well eat something delicious, doll up prettily, then go. A beautifully adorned bitch plummeting to ruin—that's the ultimate virtue.

She enters an upscale restaurant, orders every luxury dish, then visits a salon (as Gloria recommended) for makeup. She applies a balm-like substance to her lips, eyeshadow, and spritzes lewd-scented perfume. Securing a carriage from the servant, Alisa rides toward the tower.

Inside, she decides to masturbate, reminiscing on past experiences and future expectations. Alone, she'd deem it a waste of time, but with the coachman... that's different. Soaking the seats with her pussy juices, she sinks into masochistic ecstasy again.

"Hoo.... Hoo.......Ha, haa♥"

"Are you alright, miss?"

"Y-Yes, yesss..."

Coachman, I'm so sorry♥ Just days ago, I was a filthy sow birthing pigs and horses, and now I'm dirtying your carriage with my disgusting pussy—sorry♥♥ A worthless meat toilet not even fit to be a whore, getting so prettily aroused—forgive me♥♥

She squirts onto the floor, sucking her fingers and kneading her breasts. Sorry♥ Sooo sorryyy♥

"W-We’ve arrived."

The coachman blushes and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turns away as Alisa emerges, drenched in sweat with a flushed face. He glances at her stiffly erect nipples before clearing his throat.

"I can wait here if you like."

Alisa eyes the distant magic tower.

"No, it's fine. It'll take a while."

Because she might end up a wrecked, moaning fucktoy, only able to scream in orgasm.