Side Story: Gloria's Deviant Indulgence

After sending Alisa off to greet her and boarding the train straight back, Gloria finished her meeting with the ministers and was now strolling through the palace under the cover of night.

"Hehe♪" Gloria hummed a light tune, clearly in high spirits. By now, Alisa would have entered the Tower of the Succubus and be suffering a harsh fate. Most adventurers who entered the mage tower went missing or died. Even those who survived were left too broken for everyday life—that was the nature of the Succubus Mage Tower. Located on the outskirts of the western frontier, the tower itself was small in scale and near the kingdom's foremost frontline city, posing little threat. But Gloria couldn't let it go. If handled right, it could yield the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠magic tools she craved, along with research into all sorts of equipment and creatures that might propel the kingdom to explosive advancement.

Gloria continued her merry humming as she walked through the silent palace grounds. Her destination was the underground prison she'd been frequenting for months now.

A light flow of mana made the heavy door groan open. The prison exuded a grim atmosphere. At first, it reeked of rotting corpses, but after cleaning, only the scent of chill air remained.

"I'm here, Mother♪" Gloria gazed at the Queen, writhing in agony inside the Livestock Box she'd designed herself. The Queen could no longer hear her daughter's words. Even with repeated healing via potions, flesh cooking under extreme heat and regenerating thousands, tens of thousands of times would drive anyone mad or break them somewhere deep inside.

"What a fool, so utterly dim-witted. If you'd prepared even one emergency measure, you wouldn't be in this state." It was Gloria who'd commissioned the hit on the Queen. She felt no love or hatred toward her—just that the Queen had been a massive obstacle to her plan for Gloria's perfect downfall.

"You can't even die as you please... Mother. This must be what they call karma, right? The karma from injuring and sickening countless people, from repeating your tortures over and over."

Gloria circled the Livestock Box, whispering in a voice so soft it was barely audible. Nearby, artisans labored in place of the prisoners—men whose families' lives were held hostage. Gloria had ordered upgrades to the Queen's cell, and thanks to them, tentacles had been added inside. The ones fitted to the Queen were designed to bring females to climax, extracting mana from their Mana Cores. It made the Queen, who'd only endured scorching heat before, a bit happier now.

Gloria opened the door to the Livestock Box. Inside, the Queen was being violated in every orifice by tentacles. The foul stench of a wretched female made Gloria pinch her nose. To think her mother's cunt reeked so disgustingly. The Queen's once-beautiful hair was matted with oil, and the floor was littered with strands fallen from stress and shock. Her skin was a ruin. Eyes rolled back, mouth emitting only guttural, grotesque gurgles from her throat. The Queen endlessly cycled through climaxes and the agony of blistering heat.

Her remaining life expectancy is a little over 120 years, I suppose?Gloria analyzed blankly.

The moment she spotted Gloria, the Queen's eyes flew wide, as if trying to say something. But with her mouth plugged, she couldn't speak. Seeing the Queen look so robust, Gloria smiled sweetly.

"Oh my. You seem quite healthy still. As your daughter, that makes me so very happy♪"

"──────────!!!!!"

The Queen said something. No doubt a plea for rescue or for death. Gloria had no intention of granting it.

"You can't die, Mother. You have karma to repay."

With even her ears violated, the Queen couldn't hear. It was just Gloria talking to herself.

"To live as the highest, most noble beauty, only to meet a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spectacular downfall from your own karma—that's what I'm living for. Becoming regent, executing obstructive bureaucrats, introducing magitech and driving reforms... it's all for that."

With those words and a smile, Gloria shut the Livestock Box door. Something like a scream came from the Queen, but she ignored it. Gloria addressed the technician watching warily from afar.

"Seal it away now. Weld it shut as planned and embed it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the floor."

"B-but..."

"Do it♪" Gloria's sweet smile made the artisan bow his head meekly and get to work. Feeling guilty, perhaps? But Gloria had told all the artisans about the Queen's atrocities. To pity her even so—humans were truly varied. Heavenly scum and saints coexisted. From Gloria's experience, this world overflowed with scum in overwhelming numbers. And that made it all the better. The world needed to brim with trash like her.

"Artisans from the southern duchy will arrive soon. Collaborate with them to produce the best results possible."

With that, Gloria left the underground prison—now a workshop. Behind her echoed the sounds of welding the Queen's Livestock Box into the floor. The Queen would live out decades entwined with those tentacles.

"Nice weather~"

Gloria looked to the sky. Twisted from birth, she'd inspired fear in many. Unsettling. Frightening. An alien dread. Her excessive brilliance as a child had been the issue. But now, she neither denied nor regretted that past. It was what birthed her desire for ruin. A downfall more glorious than the Queen's, etched into history—that was the princess's ongoing dream.

The next day. As the sun just rose and birds began chirping, Gloria—makeup finished by her maids—stood in the audience chamber. She dismissed all the guarding soldiers and maids, then called her exclusive knight.

"Samiel."

Samiel emerged from the shadows like a phantom. As the top thief in the kingdom's premier adventurer party, her stealth was near-absolute. Dressed in ornate gold-trimmed white robes as Gloria's knight, she pulled something from her backpack.

"Here."

She revealed two massive dildos. Thick as an adult man's forearm. One was slightly smaller but still enormous. Unlike ordinary ones, the dark-red, vein-pulsing pair looked somewhat eerie.

"Install them."

At her command, Samiel affixed the dildos to the throne. Simple enough: secure them slightly forward of center. Unlike normal toys, these were magitech from the Succubus Mage Tower. Low-level finds, so modest in power—but perfect for use.

Seeing them set, Gloria approached the throne slowly. She slipped off her panties and handed them to Samiel, who sighed deeply as she took them.

Gloria inserted the dildos into her already sopping pussy. Squelch♡ They slid in with startling ease, into her anus and pussy. First feature of these reactive dildos: they adjusted size to fit the user's pussy and bowels for smooth insertion.

"Ahhhn♡"

Gloria let out an unbridled moan. It always felt divine—the living, throbbing texture. Succubus magitech. Second feature of mana-reactive dildos: they read the user's mana-infused intent for optimization. That took about ten minutes.

Gloria panted raggedly, draping her long skirt over it. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wore a pristine white dress embroidered with gold thread. Fine for walking, but sitting or climbing stairs risked flashing her panties. In other words, still hidden if motionless—but lifting her ass to remove the dildos might expose the depravity.

"Call them in."

"Yes."

At Gloria's word, Samiel vanished in an instant. Soon soldiers entered, and after about ten minutes, nobles, ministers, academy professors, royal mages, legion commanders, and merchant guild heads—dozens in all—filed in.

Gloria sweated. Not from nerves, but stimulation. The dildos' optimization had just finished. Now the real pistoning and teasing would begin.

Before the gathered ministers, nobles, professors, mages, commanders, merchants, and more, Gloria spoke.

"...Thank you for coming. Today, we gather to discuss the newly invented magitech development agency, its operations, and revisions to existing policies. Speak in order."

All bowed deeply at her words. And in that instant—

Vrrrrm. Thump!

The dildo in her anus contracted downward, then expanded, slamming her bowels.

"......♡"

As if piercing every erogenous zone, the pussy dildo shifted—from smooth to studded. It swelled to squeeze her walls, then began slow rotations.

"...........Nngh♡"

Gloria fought to stifle her moans. Sweat poured from her heating body. She pinched her trembling legs to steady them. Her massive, luscious breasts heaved with labored breaths. The kneeling retainers noticed nothing.

She shook sweat-dampened hair from her face, then spoke calmly.

"Raise your heads."

They looked up at her. Those gazes sent chills of excitement through Gloria—enough to nearly topple her. She had to endure thirty minutes without detection. This was Gloria's deviance. A small indulgence to avoid crumbling to momentary urges.