Isn't Binding Just My Arms Enough?
"Isn't tying just your arms enough? The fact that someone is comforting me instead of leaving me alone by myself makes me feel even more ashamed and pathetic," Laila said to Kim Deokbae in a sticky, sultry voice, regardless of whether I cried or not. Her tone was so vivid it sounded erotic even to me.
"Sh... shall we give it a try?"
"Hngh? Ahem. Let me change into some underwear first. Heh heh."
Even with my eyes covered, I could guess what was happening. He'd probably cum right away from Laila's charm. Her seduction only made me leak arousal fluid and heightened my sensitivity, but for others, it seemed like a direct hit. Sure, I ended up climaxing too because of the tentacle panties... but Kim Deokbae just burst into a hearty laugh like it was no big deal, and the others let out impressed sighs without any disgust.
"Whoa, that's strong."
"You cum just from charm? Kinda lame."
"That's why I don't use charm much. It's no fun. You all want to enjoy your food, not just get the nutrients, right? Though if it's urgent, I'd do it—but I'm a gourmet at heart."
"Makes sense."
Now no one doubted Laila's charm. It was just an auxiliary tool for luring people. A true succubus's real weapons were her skirt hemlines and bedroom skills.
Seeing everyone convinced, Daesik asked Laila, "Alright, got it. So, how often do you want to do it?"
"Once a day, one person. But I have restrictions. Because of the mana restraints, I can't be away from Eve. So even with a curtain, we have to share a room—please understand. To avoid accidents, daytime would be best. What do you think?"
While I was gradually stopping my tears, Laila had taken the initiative, negotiating her own terms without me. Amid the positive atmosphere, some voices worried about me.
"Feels kinda bad for Ivy. Won't it embarrass you both?"
"It's fine. I got permission. We'll put up a curtain, and Ivy can hide."
"Usually the one doing it hides, no...?"
"Eve is so merciful."
It wasn't like that at all, but the conversation continued without me, as I sniffled and cried. I didn't want to wander near people getting intimate anyway—better to lie in bed. Since I didn't object, they took it as agreement and kept going.
As Laila set rules with everyone—one guild member per day, in rotation. Her joke that if someone skipped, she'd pounce on me instead didn't sound like a joke at all.
"Our guild has mages, shamans, and other special classes who haven't joined yet. The priests and paladins not here could slot in soon, so what then?"
"The more the merrier. I could handle two or three a day... but I said one for your health. Getting milked every day would be tough, right?"
With feasibility confirmed, deserters appeared. Those who'd joined for fun now bailed en masse when it got real.
"I'm out. Doing it with others around feels weird..."
"Same. Sex should be with someone you love."
"Girl-on-girl isn't my thing..."
"Ahem, I've only got my wife."
"Honey, you don't have to mind me. Your mouth was practically to your ears—try something new, okay?"
"I was wrong!"
The mood was good, but quite a few refused. From about fifteen at the start, eight bailed. For sexually conservative Koreans, half staying was actually a lot.
"Alright, just us left? Let's draw lots. Rock-paper-scissors?"
"Lots sound good. Let's do it quick."
By then, I'd stopped crying and bowed my head to the person stroking my back. Nothing changed. Maybe they didn't see? Should I say something? Without sight, it felt stifling. But their indifference—treating me like I wasn't there—was a relief. Extra attention would've been more humiliating.
Anyway, they were focused on the others.
"Guildmaster, comfort Eve a bit. I wanna draw lots too."
"Me?"
A woman's voice came from right beside me, then Daesik approached, flustered. I heard seats switch, and with my tear-choked voice, I awkwardly apologized to him.
"Sorry. I made a scene twice now."
They might forgive collapsing on sight as trauma-induced, but climaxing from Laila's charm was indefensible. Both were unsightly.
But Daesik apologized instead. "No, if I'd assigned proper guards..."
"They had me locked up from the start. Still, you got me out. Thanks."
"Just doing what needed doing. Schedule got moved up, that's all."
He laid out his pre-planned strategy: Awaken trapped users for escape, rescue me, reclaim temple-held priests and paladins to form a healer line. Sounded systematic.
"But as I said last time, bad actors got freed too."
"Yeah... people don't change easily. Even online, what you see is their true nature."
"Exactly. Now it's real life, so I hope they don't backstab like in-game... but doubt it."
Did we both taste too much of society's bitterness? Trust in people this low.
I smiled wryly and joked, "At least the creepy Pope's gone, so user oppression stops now?"
"Yes. His deeds were reported to the royals anyway."
Royals. Fantasy world, so kingdoms, empires, republics, etc. I nodded.
"Guess I won't get teased as 'saintess' anymore."
"That might be tough."
Still milking my image? Getting embarrassed and self-conscious was hard enough; more roles worried me. I stiffened.
Noticing, Daesik hurried to explain. "Of course, neither you nor we wanted execution. We even talked about retrieving your body for revival. But you endured noosed, casting AoE heals—that turned the tide. Otherwise, wheel tactics waiting for royal aid."
Eyes covered, he saw only my downturned mouth yet read me perfectly. Impressive. Explains running the guild years without issues. Smooth topic shift too. Grateful for the explanation, I played along.
"Would the king help, not knowing him?"
"A church persecuting a 'saintess' gave ample reason. But we handled it; royals saw it as users righting wrongs, not prisoner escape. Bribed them. Civilians saw the fight—rumors spread. Users joke, but locals revere you. Hard to shake the saintess image."
I sighed, shoulders slumping. I'd acted carefully—no faking goodness, but mindful of slips and conduct.
"Can't be helped... So all guildmates here? Introduce later?"
"Not all. Contacted, but some can't join yet. Mages bound to Magic Tower—must aid seniors till proficient, or face mentor punishment."
"...So only Hanbyeol for magic now?"
"Yes. Archers fill ranged DPS, lucky. Healers joining en masse—time for dungeons, raids, subjugations. Link with other guilds too."
Former PvP rivals now cooperating for return home—reassuring. I knew top guilds from events.
"Shamans and others...?"
"Scattered by circumstance. Shamans often tribal priests or alien high ranks. Isolated, they might not realize others possessed—living game fantasy."
"No wonder only humans. Elves, dwarves clustered in their lands."
"We'll meet eventually. FSM Pope jailing others was our boon—200 trapped."
A lot, but few for a server peaking at 10k concurrent. More with other servers/foreigners. Not all players possessed.
"What criteria dropped us here?"
"Varied ages, genders, locations, moments. Some died over, some slept into it. One blinked while driving—hope no accident. Common point: Bodies died once. Woke healed at death. Except me... as you know, Ivy..."
"Ah..."
Me and Hanbyeol possessed at death in new dungeon. Original souls? Tell Iris? She'd expect her sister; hearing I took it first? Bad blood. But truth outs eventually. Wasn't my choice... though enjoying now.
"Daesik, you might've died too."
"Hm? Any guess?"
"...Double suicide."
"...No need to explain."
I bowed my head. Overshared? By then, lots drawn, schedule set—satisfied or bummed voices.
Laila approached. "Eve, gonna fuck this guy now. Head back?"
"R-right now? Been ages since seeing Ivy, but... ahn, talk later? Ivy, nice to meet you."
Voice brimming excitement and tension beside Laila. She paused.
"Eve. No curtains home yet."
"True."
"Hng... no today?"
Hanbyeol hadn't installed. I agreed; deep disappointment returned.
"Or empty room here...?"
She sounded desperate; felt bad. Asked Daesik, still beside me.
"Empty rooms? But blindfolded, curtain or not same. Soundproofing?"
"Yeah... haa."
Seemed solved, then snag. Endure today? Hearing her with someone saddened me, but starving Laila cruel. Can't climax daily till withered. My concession.
"No choice. I'll stay blindfolded..."
"You've suffered enough."
Daesik's pitying comfort drew my sigh.
"Room 306 empty—furniture shoved in. Others offices/warehouses. Was inn once, now guild house. Davin, take them."
"Yes! Be back!"
Davin chirped; delayed ones envied.
"Review later. Curious."
"Girl-on-girl how?"
"Succubus specialty?"
"Dying to know. Tomorrow solo raid stressing already."
Them mild lewd talk behind, we followed Davin. Blind, Laila's tail around my waist steadied me.
"Ivy always bound? Feels like escorting criminal."
Davin curiously; I grumbled back.
"Wanna loosen... but Hanbyeol and my body's sister said no."
"Bad saintess self-harms if freed."
"Misunderstanding!"
"Truth as is."
"Y-yeah, but contextless..."
Laila's deliberate sabotage; Davin pitied.
"Self-harm... must've been tough."
"Not that—ignore... Circumstances bind me. Other priests trend it 'cause me."
"Prayer for saintess with noose? Yeah."
"..."
What do these people think? Eyes already tired from crying now ached. Incomprehensible culture—accept it?
"Stairs ahead. Nine steps."
Laila's warning prevented tumble. Spiraling up to third floor. Alone now, wanted blindfold off—begged Laila. She refused: starting soon, no need. I sighed; Davin "comforted."
"Blindfolded Ivy's sexy—bear it. We'll finish quick, free you."
Not comforting at all.