Infiltration: The Hero's Other Long-Time Friend (1)
Looking down at Emilia, who knelt naked and bowed deeply before her, Mona gleefully pressed her foot against the hero's head, grinding it down with relish. And yet, despite the utter humiliation, Emilia felt only joy surging through her. Because of the Yin Pattern. The erotic tattoo etched across her lower abdomen, combined with the succubus incantation it unleashed, had utterly corrupted Emilia's mind into that of a masochistic sow. Even if it was temporary, once the flames of lust ignited, Emilia was powerless against them now. All she could do was surrender to her desires and beg Mona and Count Melrn to quench the raging heat...
"Lia, Lia. Why don't you suck on my foot like a good girl? Make it as cheap and vulgar as possible~."
"Nngh... Nn... Y-yes...♥"
Mona stomped on Emilia's cheek with her bare foot, rubbing it in deep to heap on the shame, then extended her toes right in front of the hero's face with her demand. Emilia hesitated for just a split second, as if pondering, but quickly submitted. She cradled Mona's foot in both hands, planting a kiss on the tip before her tongue darted out to lap at it eagerly. Devoted. Obedient. Her eyes glazed over with raw, dripping lust...
"Ufufu, our little Lia just gets cuter every day~♪"
The sight of that noble hero kissing and slurping at a demon's toes was simply too amusing. Mona savored the view, foot still entrusted to Emilia's care. How utterly lovable she was. How perfectly tormentable.
"Mona... Big sis Mona... Please... Hnng... smack... slurp... "
Even as masochistic ecstasy made her core tremble, the frustration of unfulfilled need left Emilia shuddering from the waist down. What should she do? What could she do? She just wanted someone—anyone—to hurry up and douse this fire burning inside her... Slurp... smack... lick... suck... suck...
Emilia licked between Mona's toes, along the arch, the sole, the top of her foot. Then she took each toe into her mouth one by one, sucking them with wet, obscene pops. And when Mona still didn't release her, Emilia—without being asked—moved to the other foot, kissing, licking, sucking it with the same fervor. Desperate to win Mona's favor. Desperate for permission. Wiggling her ass like a lewd bitch in heat, gazing up with pitiful eyes, she continued her devoted foot-mat service.
How long did that last? When Mona finally pulled her foot from Emilia's mouth, a disappointed "Ah..." slipped out unbidden. The heat of arousal still blazed inside her, unquenched. If anything, it burned hotter with every passing second...
"Ufufu, Lia. On your feet~."
Emilia rose at Mona's command. Mona bound her arms behind her back with a conjured cord of magic, then fastened the now-familiar collar around her neck. Tugging firmly on the leash, she led Emilia out of the stone chamber.
"Ah... Why... Nooo..."
Emilia whined like a kicked puppy, begging, but Mona granted no relief—no permission to touch herself, no satisfaction for her aching flesh. At most, she smacked the heroine's reluctant ass to spur her forward when she dragged her feet. No matter how desperately Emilia pleaded, Mona denied her to the end.
"Ufufu, only Master gets to devour Lia's juicy bits~. So just hold on a little longer~."
"...That's too mean... No... Right now..."
Emilia shook her head petulantly, but it was no use. One sharp smack to those plump cheeks, and she fell obediently in line. In the end, all her pathetic displays yielded nothing, and she was dragged back to the surface like a criminal—or a slave...
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A few nights later, deep into the evening, outside Count Melrn's mansion. A suspicious figure circled the estate, eyeing its towering walls.
'...This is Count Melrn's place...'
Deeply hooded in tattered cloth, the stranger hid among nearby trees, staring blankly at the mansion. A measuring gaze. No one could know their thoughts, but an unmistakable air of malice hung in those eyes.
'Some kind of magic's at work. The outside doesn't match the interior... Need to figure out the spells.'
The mansion was protected by advanced demon incantations, layered with concealment wards to baffle outsiders. Even a seasoned mage wouldn't detect the magic, let alone decipher it.
But this hooded enigma saw right through it. Not just the surface spells—they mapped the layout, the alert wards, every detail.
'Even from here, there's a limit to what I can discern.'
'I've scouted the perimeter from every angle...'
It had taken effort, but failure wasn't an option. Caution upon caution. Still, from out here, this was the best intel possible. To learn more, they'd have to slip inside and see for themselves.
'If only I had more time to investigate.'
A few days—or weeks—might allow safer methods: posing as a merchant, a servant. But time was short. Things were moving too fast.
'Lady Mine.'
'And... Lia.'
Peeking from under the hood: a sharp, androgynous face. Clearly someone who knew Princess Mine and Hero Emilia—but not on Count Melrn's radar. Male? Female? Impossible to tell.
Before wrapping up, the figure traced one final incantation. Telepath—a spell to send thoughts or words to a distant target. No back-and-forth if the recipient wasn't a mage, but one-way messages worked fine.
"Tonight, I'll come for you."
⟨ Telepath ⟩
Magic interference was thick here, but the short message squeezed through. Sent to Hero Emilia. Pinpointing her amid the wards was easy enough.
She was a friend, after all. Princess Mine, Hero Emilia, and this mystery figure—bound by years of unbreakable friendship. Familiar mana signatures made location and contact a breeze.
'I'll save my friends.'
'Mine and Emilia.'
'My precious friends.'
A few more Telepath bursts for safety, then the figure resumed moving to a pre-scouted entry point.
'Tonight... I'll get you out... Kill that Count Melrn bastard, no matter what...!'
'Just wait, Lia...'
The night sky glowed bright under a near-full moon...
Slurp... slurp... sluuuurp... lick... lick... suck...
Inside Count Melrn's mansion, in his bedroom. Emilia knelt once more in her slutty, degrading outfit, slurping at the count's toes.
She wore sheer lingerie that hid nothing. Her panties were little more than strings, barely covering her slit—bent over like this, her ass was fully exposed. Wiggling those cheeks shamelessly while sucking toes? Any man would be rock-hard.
"Emilia, Emilia. Where do you want it today? Asshole? Pussy? You choose."
"Mmmngh... slurp... That's... too hard a choice...♥ slurp...♥"
Lounging in a plush chair with a wine glass, Count Melrn watched her struggle. At his feet, she pondered the "dilemma" by circling her hips enticingly.
Days ago, after Mona remodeled her breasts, ass, and anus, Emilia—drenched in lust and tormented mercilessly—finally begged the count to claim her anal virginity. The ecstasy of that first time, after endless edging. Amplified manyfold by Mona's tweaks. She'd craved it repeatedly since.
But pussy and womb-fucking were just as addictive. Now half-accustomed to anal, she wavered between them.
Aah, I want it everywhere.Tonight too—pound me raw, violate me, defile me. The Yin Pattern's hunger grew nightly, her masochism blooming fully. Emilia was its total captive now. Unable to endure without her enemy's cock...
'...?'
'............Huh... What’s this...'
And in that instant, a voice—pure mana—echoed directly in her mind.