Declaring Defeat Before My Best Friend (1)
In the end, Chris—whose true name had been seized as a weakness—could no longer resist, forced to helplessly endure all sorts of humiliations with her body. Tossed and turned this way and that, trampled underfoot relentlessly. Hearing taunts and insults poured upon her, she became Mona's plaything, toyed with and teased mercilessly. Only when Mona was finally satisfied did she clamp a slave collar around Chris's neck and drag her away.
Her arms were bound behind her back with chains conjured by magic.
The slave collar. This was the same necklace that had once been fastened around Emilia's neck—a special item infused with Mona's spells. Anyone fitted with it could no longer resist Mona or Count Melrn, reduced to a true slave. Moreover, once clasped on, the enchantment was etched into body and soul in that instant, sealing their fate. Even if the collar was later removed, the slave's brand and spell, once ingrained, would never fade.
'But its effect on her true name was weaker than expected.' Mona tugged Chris along by the collar, glancing back at her now and then like she was some curious specimen.
For demons, a true name was more precious than life itself—equivalent to dominion over one's soul. Calling it out should compel utter submission and surrender. Yet Chris, just moments ago, had clung to her will to resist even as her body obeyed.
'Maybe because she's only a quarter-demon. If she were even half, her soul would be utterly corrupted.'
A true name held immense weight. And the gravity differed vastly depending on who learned it—human or demon.
Humans who discovered a demon's true name could at best command them like limbs or tools. But if another demon learned it? Game over. Body and soul would be completely subjugated, dominated down to the core of their existence. They'd be stripped bare, soul and all, to the exact degree their master desired. That was the fearsome power of a true name among demons—the foundation of their society, and why it was so sacred to them.
"Come on, walk faster, Chris~ Don't keep trying to resist~."
"Kuh... you filthy bitch...! I won't forgive you...! I'll kill you, I swear...!"
"■■■■, is that any way to talk~? I could spread your true name across the whole country, strip you naked, and dump you in the town square~?"
"......!!"
"Or maybe share it among the demons~ A quarter-demon from a human? They'd all be thrilled to have such a fun new toy~."
"Kuh......"
"Hehe, it's fine~ As long as you behave, I won't do any of that~ You're my cute little plaything, Chris~ I wouldn't share what's mine~."
As long as you behave, Mona added in a tone that offered no comfort whatsoever, dragging Chris onward. Chris fell silent, no longer voicing resistance, merely glaring daggers at Mona's back.
She was powerless. She could no longer fight back. All that awaited Chris now was utter corruption and ruin...
Crack! Crack! Crack!
And so, when Mona—leading Chris by her collar—arrived at Count Melrn's bedroom, she found Emilia inside, hands braced against the wall, taking lashes from his whip.
The leather whip in Count Melrn's hand split into multiple thongs. Each swing slammed into Emilia's ass and back, leaving angry red welts. Yet Emilia herself seemed utterly oblivious to any pain.
"Nngh♥ Ahhn♥ Hiiik♥"
She cried out like a beast in heat, lost in ecstasy. In truth, the whip had been enchanted by Mona's spells—its strikes bypassed pain, flooding the brain directly with masochistic pleasure. It wasn't mere caress; the sensation was a violent, specialized bliss.
"Pardon the intrusion, Master. I've brought the intruder as ordered~."
"Hm, good work, sow. Wait a moment."
Count Melrn glanced briefly at Mona and the girl trailing behind her, then resumed his whipping with fervor.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Aaht♥ Ah...♥ N-no more...♥ Hiiiink♥"
With every lash, Emilia's ass and hips bucked upward in waves, her toes twitching restlessly. Her body shuddered, sending her heavy breasts swaying pendulously below. Pleasure pierced her from tailbone to crown, dominating her female form, demanding submission. She couldn't think straight...
"Aaaaah♥ I'm cumming, cumming, cuuuuuming♥♥♥"
Whether Mona's spell on the whip was that potent, or Emilia—the hero's blessed—was simply such a depraved masochistic sow, she climaxed repeatedly from the onslaught, body quaking. Her thighs already glistened with her lewd puddle; fresh nectar poured down, splattering into it with wet squelches. Exhaustion from back-to-back orgasms made her arms and legs tremble, barely holding her up.
"Ah... haa... ha... huu..."
Emilia stared blankly at the wall through half-lidded eyes. Count Melrn supported her, guiding her to the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her onto his lap.
His thighs spread wide, forcing hers apart obscenely. Her drenched, slutty sow-cunt split open, fully exposed.
"Ah, aaah... again... such an embarrassing pose...♥"
Emilia murmured in mock protest, but her face and voice brimmed with eager anticipation. Expecting to be utterly wrecked once more. Yet laced with frustration at still lacking his cock. As she sighed wistfully, her gaze finally caught the newcomers.
One was Mona—no surprise there. The other...
"......Huh?"
Her vision, still blurry from climax, slowly focused. Her thoughts cleared, revealing the figure.
Slightly pointed ears. Androgynous features framed by deep navy-black hair. Her friend Chris stood there, slave collar around her neck, leash in Mona's grip, face twisted in anguish.
"Chri...s?"
"Lia...! Lia! Are you okay?! What have these scum done to my Lia?! Get off her, Count Melrn!"
"That one's your friend of the heart? A boy...?"
"No, Master. A fine woman~."
"Eek, ah... stop! Don't...!"
Mona chuckled merrily, stripping the immobilized Chris layer by layer right there. Shirt peeled off, pants yanked down. Beneath the shirt, thick bandages bound her chest—unwound to reveal breasts rivaling Emilia's, bouncing free. Panties followed with the pants, exposing a pristine, delectable virgin slit.
Every ripe symbol of womanhood gleamed under the soft light, unsparingly bared...
Chris flushed with shame at her untouched treasures exposed to Mona and Count Melrn. Yet she merely reddened slightly, still glaring defiantly at him with murderous eyes, even as he cradled Emilia.
"Let Lia go—let Emilia go, you minion of evil! You trash!"
"Oh dear. She speaks so harshly—what about you, Emilia? Want me to let her go?"
"......"
Emilia clamped her lips shut, guiltily averting her eyes from Chris. Urging a response, Count Melrn kneaded her breasts in his arms, one hand rubbing her crotch, fingers plunging into her sopping hole.
"Aaht♥ Nnnguuuh♥ M-Master...♥ No... not in front of my friend...♥ Haaahnng♥♥"
Emilia melted into a blissful expression, moaning lewdly. Chris could only watch in agony. Clearly, Emilia couldn't answer properly. So Count Melrn addressed Chris himself.
"So, what was that? Chris, was it? How does reuniting with your dear old friend feel?"
"Get off! Get the hell off! Don't defile my Lia—my friend—with your filth, you worthless human scum!"
"Even I get hurt hearing that... Sadly, Emilia, will you heal this wound with your body?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah...♥♥"
Squelch-squelch-squelch, slurp-slurp-slurp. Fingers ravaged her gushing slit, while heavy, sensitive tits were groped. Overwhelmed, Emilia whimpered sweetly, head shaking side to side, helplessly accepting his touch.
Her lower belly's lewd tattoo glowed ominously...