Succubus Mona's Flesh Modification Conditioning (Basic Edition) (1)
The absolute worst of the worst. Humanity's enemy. That piece-of-shit Melrn Count had already left long ago, and after Emilia finished devouring the dessert he'd so generously (mockingly) provided, she was immediately dragged away by Mona.
Her collar, still fastened tight from the night before. Mona, grinning ear to ear as she gripped the end of the leash, led her toward the mansion's basement. Unlike the pristine upper levels, the entrance alone stirred a strange unease—a suspicious place that set her nerves on edge. Undeterred, Mona hauled along Emilia, whose eyes blazed with unyielding defiance.
Clank!Screeeeech—
"Such a... place..."
At Mona's gesture, a heavy iron door groaned open, revealing stone stairs descending even deeper.
——A cavernous, ominous space. The wind blowing from within carried a stench and faint sounds that made Emilia wrinkle her nose in disgust.
"Come on down, Lia♪"
Mona yanked hard on the leash. No choice. Resistance was pointless anyway. Emilia meekly followed her down the stairs.
Ah... Hn... Ung... Ah... Kyaaah...
Descending the stairs led to a dimly lit corridor illuminated by magical devices, exuding a bizarre atmosphere like a labyrinth. From every corner came unashamed moans of countless women—and the voices berating them like filthy whores. Flesh slapping against flesh, rattling chains... All of it mingled with the cloying, sweet scent filling the space, dizzying Emilia's mind.
What... is this place...?
"Oh my, doesn't Lia already know? It's another one of Master's businesses."
"......Human trafficking."
"Ehehe~ Close enough."
As Emilia recalled and spoke, Mona flashed a wide grin, forming a circle with her fingers. Setting aside how Mona knew she was aware, Emilia thought back to the info from Guild Master Terry.
...Among what he'd taught her was indeed the Melrn Count's dark side—his secret evil deeds. Suspicions of abducting beautiful maidens or daughters of influential families, then selling them overseas or through connections within the empire. Unbelievable, but apparently true.
"It's not just kidnapping, though~ We train them into proper bitches to suit their purposes~."
Mona opened a nearby stone chamber door to demonstrate. A heady, intoxicating musk poured out alongside the sustained wails of someone long confined.
"Oh, uh, Lady Mona? What brings you here?"
"Just checking~ How's the girl doing~?"
"She's finally starting to feel it—coming along nicely. Two more weeks, and she'll be ripe."
"Not bad~ Tricking the kingdom's eyes isn't easy~."
Entering with Mona, Emilia's eyes widened in shock. In the room's center hung a woman, arms bound by strange tentacle-like appendages dangling from the ceiling. Pinned to her, ravishing her, was—
"Melrn Count?! Why are you...!"
The Melrn Count, stark naked. He'd supposedly left for business, yet here he was. For a split second, she wondered if this was his "business." But then his form melted away like sludge, dissolving into a pitch-black shadow, revealing it wasn't him at all.
"By the way, Lady Mona, that bitch over there...?"
"Ah... Shall I introduce? This is the hero Master's been oh-so-desperate to sing about~."
"Aha... Oho... The hero, you say...?"
The shadow that had mimicked the Count slithered toward Emilia. Sensing no presence at all in its movements, she felt a chill and stumbled back. Expressionless, it scanned her up and down appraisingly.
Hmm. Nice. Oho.
Mona swatted the top of its "head" with a flick of her hand.
"Ack?!"
"What do you think you're doing? She's Master's special merchandise! No touching for the likes of you."
"Ah... So you're handling her training personally?"
"That's right. Spread the word—no one lays a finger, or I'll wipe you out wholesale."
"......Understood."
With Mona's intervention, the shadow slithered away from Emilia. It grew back near the suspended woman, reshaping into the Count's form once more.
——What... the hell is that thing...?
"My familiar, Lia."
Seeming to catch her doubt, Mona puffed out her chest proudly. Mona's familiars were like golems for a sorceress—her summoned servants. Originally extensions of her shadow, they moved independently under her command. Infused with Mona's experiences, they were specialized for corrupting targets lewdly, tailored to a succubus's minions with various skills.
"They have no true form, so they usually copy whatever's around... But since I contracted with Master, they've naturally locked onto his appearance."
That explained the familiar taking the Count's shape. Apparently, each chamber down here had one of Mona's familiars stationed, each playing their role. Meaning, as many stone rooms as there were fake Counts.
Melrn Counts everywhere. Imagining a horde of them, Emilia nearly retched at the nauseating thought.
Ugh, gross. Hate that. Really hate it. Just seeing the original's face drove her into a rage that shattered her sanity. Multiple copies clustered together? Euuugh...
"Lia must be thrilled~ Master's face everywhere you look~ Of course, only the real Master's tasting you~."
"...Shut up... As if that's thrilling... More importantly... wait, that woman..."
Shoving away Mona's intruding face, Emilia eyed the bound woman in the center, being fondled by the Count-shaped familiar. An odd creature clung to her head, emitting a mind-befuddling glow. Bathed in it up close, the woman's eyes glazed over as she lewdly moaned under the violations.
But Emilia knew that face. No—anyone in the kingdom would.
The First Princess... why is she here?!
Ugh... Nn...
"Now, Princess. Your favorite cock's sliding in~."
Schluuuurp... Squiiiish... Spluuurt...!
Aaahhhn...♥
A fresh, youthful body just barely matured into adulthood, still carrying an innocent charm. The empire's First Princess, nicknamed the Empire's Radiant Foresight. Her keen insight from childhood and enchanting beauty that captivated men had won her fervent support from the populace—a symbolic figure.
That revered beauty, adored by all, was now being defiled by a succubus's familiar in the form of Melrn Count, her pussy relentlessly plundered. Impaled deep on the invading manhood, she drooled with a whore's lascivious expression, moaning like a streetwalker.
No citizen of the empire would believe the sight. The beloved princess had collapsed at her coming-of-age ceremony days ago and remained bedridden, or so the rumors went. Even Emilia, an adventurer who kept tabs on national news, had heard it. A princess should be recuperating in the palace...
"Wha... t...?"
"Ehehe~ You said human trafficking earlier, Lia, but it's not just that~ We do stuff like this too~."
"This... kind of thing? You mean... she's really the princess...?"
"Yup. Kidnapped her. Impressive, right?"
They'd left a familiar disguised as the princess in the palace. Bedridden, any subtle differences in aura would go unnoticed. Thus, no one realized the key figure was missing, while she underwent intensive conditioning in this dank underground chamber...
"Whew~ We rarely snag someone this important. Up till now, the highest were worthless noble daughters~ Even with me, it took layers of luck to pull it off~ Close call~."
"...Impossible..."
A groan escaped Emilia's lips. How?Why? Questions swirled, but words failed. Following the dinner room horrors, her worst imaginings gained a new layer of nightmare.
What was the Melrn Count thinking, kidnapping even the princess? What nerve. And he'd pulled it off boldly. Now, what did they plan to do with their captured princess...?