Emilia and the Mire of Malice, Princess Mine and Count Melrn (3)
Mine knew herself well. At the very least, she was aware that she wasn't some prodigious genius worthy of being called the Empire's Prophet. She possessed a certain level of knowledge befitting her status as a princess, insight a touch sharper than average, and the ability to gauge others. Nothing more. She knew she wasn't the sort of exalted genius blessed by the gods—like Emilia, for instance. Someone who, at her age, had already reached the highest adventurer rank of Platinum, with a dazzling future ahead as the Hero. That was why Mine firmly believed she was merely "a little better than most."
The halo of her title as princess and the precocious maturity she'd shown in reading the room at a young age—others had simply hyped her up on their own. But even so. Precisely because of that. Mine could always judge her own worth with a cold, objective eye. And she understood why Count Melrn had gone out of his way to summon her like this. He'd deemed her useful for luring in... and tormenting... his one true obsession, Emilia.
"Drink."
Drip... plop...
From the tip of Count Melrn's finger—freshly nicked by a tiny paper knife—a single drop of red blood trickled from the split skin. It fell into the wineglass below, mingling with the deep red wine swirling inside until it vanished without a trace.
...What would happen if she drank this? The count said nothing else on the matter.
"From today onward, Princess Mine, your treatment will change a bit. Don't worry. It'll be better than what you've had so far."
"You're an irritating woman, but please, muster some strength for the sake of my Emilia."
"Then maybe... I'll start to like you a little more."
She had no desire to be loved by him. The only one whose approval she craved was her precious friend, Emilia. Their circumstances made meetings rare, and now they both shared this wretched fate. Yet her worry and concern for Emilia were utterly genuine, nothing to be ashamed of.
Gulp... gulp...
Princess Mine downed the wine the count offered in one go. The fragrant aroma bloomed in her mouth, followed by the burning rush of alcohol down her throat. The generous pour emptied quickly, and she felt the intoxication hit fast, flushing her cheeks red.
No, it wasn't just the alcohol.
Bzzz... bzzz... bzzz...
Beneath the sheer negligee that revealed her skin, the newly etched Yin Pattern glowed with an eerie light.
Ah... this sensation... again...
Her consciousness blurred into a familiar haze. A sensation she'd drowned in ever since her abduction here. It resembled affection for Count Melrn—but was actually an unbearable lust. A novel, profound emotion she'd never known in her life as a princess.
Trembling, she carefully set down the wineglass. Count Melrn draped an arm rudely over her shoulder and led her toward the bed.
* * *
Ngh... nng... slurp... mmm...
At the very hour when Count Melrn and the first princess held their secret rendezvous—in Emilia's room, atop the bed, Emilia was locked in a deep kiss with Mona, pressed face-to-face.
Or rather, she was the one being kissed...
"Ngh... hnn... stop... mmph...!"
"Hehe, let's do more~ Mmm... smooch...!"
Emilia tried to resist, but under the dominion of the Spell of Submission, her body offered no real strength—her struggles were utterly futile. Mona, fully aware of this, giggled with delight, fingers interlocked with Emilia's as she continued the kiss.
From behind, a sleek, elastic tail coiled tightly around Emilia's waist, yanking her close to prevent any escape. Midway through the kiss, Mona had shifted from her plain, unassuming guise back to her true succubus form. Twisted horns sprouted from her head, her skin darkening to a deep brown.
With the change came more aggressive kisses, her tongue delving deeper and more insistently into Emilia's mouth. In response, Emilia flailed weakly, desperate to break free. Realizing brute force wouldn't work, she tugged at their interlocked hands to twist Mona's joints or pinched at the back of her hand.
What cute little rebellion...
Mona released the handhold and wrapped both arms around Emilia in a full embrace. Through the thin dress, Mona's voluptuous breasts pressed and rubbed firmly against Emilia's—slightly smaller but equally firm and splendid.
Mona's hands slipped under the dress, kneading Emilia's ass along with the scant fabric of her panties...
Wh-what... this feels... weird...
"Ngh... d-don't...!"
Emilia's face melted into a pathetic, gooey expression. Mona savored the sight, prolonging the sticky kiss.
It was nothing like Count Melrn's gentlemanly yet forceful kisses. This was purely to drown Emilia in pleasure and joy—like being enveloped by Mona herself. Perhaps because the partner was a woman, Emilia's body accepted her advances with eerie ease...
No... no... my mind's going blank... keep going and...
Just her touch... just the kiss... it's making me feel so strange...
I have to... pull away...
"Don't worry too much~ If your body's acting a bit off, it's just me converting the built-up yin energy inside you into a succubus's lewd energy~ It's like an aphrodisiac from the Lust Worms planted in you, Ria~."
How could I not worry?! Yin energy... lewd energy? What the hell does that mean...?
Emilia couldn't hide her confusion, but Mona offered no clear answer, simply continuing to toy with her body. Skin to skin, kneading her ass, occasionally rubbing her crotch over the panties. Like handling a child, she teased Emilia mercilessly, deepening the kiss.
No... no...
My mind... it's melting...
She felt her pussy growing lewdly wet. The dampness seeped into her panties, soaking the fabric where Mona's fingers rubbed.
They shared a thick, endless kiss, breaths mingling as if filling each other. From point-blank range, Mona whispered:
"Let's have lots and lots of fun♪"
"I'll teach you so much womanly joy... the pleasure of being a female... that you'll be glad you were born a girl♪"
At the hot, sultry breath and voice in her ear, Emilia let out a moan, her body shuddering... yet she remained cradled in Mona's arms like a plaything doll, helpless.
* * *
Emilia was swiftly stripped bare by Mona. The thin dress Hilde had prepared, the pretty panties she'd actually liked underneath—everything gone.
Her dazzlingly beautiful nude body laid out on the bed, Mona then shed her own vague, slutty attire—half-on, half-off—to join her naked.
"Hehe, such tiny~ cute little nipples~."
Emilia lay defenseless on the bed, arms stretched above her head. Straddling her waist like mounting her, Mona reached out, tormenting those nipples with her fingertips.
The lovely pink buds were already stiffly erect, standing at attention. Mona's delicate fingers rolled them this way and that, flicking them...
"Ah... ngh... ugh...!"
Aaah... no, not this... my mind... my mind...
Unable to muster strength or move, Emilia could only leak pitiful moans under Mona's touch.
The day before, Mona's hands had remodeled Emilia's nipples to a degree. Coated in special aphrodisiacs that soaked in, turning them into lewd points of pleasure all on their own.
But separate from that—this stimulation felt far stronger, utterly unbearable...!
"Right now, inside Ria~ there's the essence of the yin energy your master injected—like a concentrated extract? It's a bit much for Ria right now~."
"So I'm refining and releasing it through contact like this~ Turning it into energy more suited to a human body~."
"Of course, as a succubus~ I can only refine it into something that makes you feel all naughty and lewd~."
That was why Emilia felt more than usual now. The "essence" of yin energy lingering inside her was being converted into an aphrodisiac-like force her body could easily digest.
And because of that. Her flesh had become a pathetic, worthless female body that climaxed effortlessly from mere nipple play...
"Hic... ngh... grrr... haa...♡ S-stop... please... it feels...♡"
"Aww, so cute. So cute. You say that~ but your nipples are begging please torment me more~."
"No... way... haa... ah... aah...♡!"
Ngh... hnn... haaa... ahn...
Fingers gliding over her nipples like icing a cake. Stroking the areolae, lightly kneading her quivering breasts, then teasing the nipples again...
Count Melrn's touches and caresses had felt good, no doubt. But Mona's were different—yet equally unbearable in pleasure.
Her delicate fingers granted Emilia's unspoken desires right on cue. While introducing utterly unknown ways to feel this good, moving with expert skill.
Tickling tingles on the nipples. Yet varying pressure for new stimulations, rolling them round and round...
Ngh... hnt... haa...
Frail moans spilled from Emilia's lips nonstop, her body under Mona twitching and jerking endlessly.
Each scrape and tease on her nipples brought the desperate urge to climax, which she fought to hold back. As if announcing the real fun was just beginning, Mona slyly slid her sleek tail into motion—slink...