Fragments of Disaster Amid the Storm (3)
Hero Emilia advanced down the corridor as per Mona's instructions. She passed several servants along the way, but no one paid any mind to the stunning beauty striding naked through the palace halls. Mona's magic was still holding strong.
...That said, with this wicked demon girl who was pure malice incarnate, there was always the chance she could dispel the spell at any moment. Every time someone passed by, Emilia couldn't help but tense up, her heart pounding.
"Where are we headed now?"
"To the secret underground warehouse. All sorts of this kingdom's secrets are stashed there."
"......"
Emilia fell silent at Mona's words, wrestling with her thoughts. Was it really okay to bring her to a place like that? Sure, Emilia herself had said she wanted to learn even a scrap of information about the Melrn Count, but that didn't mean she was willing to risk putting the kingdom in jeopardy just to satisfy her curiosity.
"You... you're not planning anything shady there, are you?"
"Oh my, such suspicion! But if I really wanted in, I could've broken in on my own without you, Lia. So you're just tagging along as a bonus. Try to understand that much?"
"......You're not wrong, but..."
The fact that Mona was even accompanying her like this was probably just another whim on the succubus's part. Whatever Mona had in mind, if everything led to disaster anyway, Emilia might as well pick the slightly less awful option.
...No point overthinking it. I'm in no position to handle my own messes right now anyway.
Shaking her head, Emilia followed Mona's lead onward.
Rumble...
"Ah, it opened♪"
True to its name, the so-called secret warehouse was hidden in a spot that was damn near impossible to find—not just obscure, but buried deep. In a deserted corner of the palace, Mona fiddled with a clock mechanism tucked into the corridor wall. Across from it, a stone wall groaned open. The door that appeared seemed laced with magic too, but Mona extended her hand and dispelled it effortlessly. The heavy iron gate swung silently inward, revealing the space beyond.
"......How."
Emilia stood frozen, unable to even step into the revealed secret chamber, just staring up at Mona in awe. The succubus's knack for spotting such mechanisms was one thing, but casually unraveling sealing spells that even Emilia—with her limited knowledge—could tell were ancient and intricate... Could humans really stand a chance against demons like this?
And that wasn't all. The evil sorcery Mona had cast on her, turning a human into a puppet; the illusion hiding Emilia's naked body from even magically attuned nobles—none of it made any sense. If a single demon could breach everything so easily, one hero alone could never protect humanity.
And yet...
"You demons... you're dangerous. Truly."
Mona turned back with a sly grin. "Don't worry, Lia. I get what you're thinking, but magic isn't all-powerful. ...I'm a bit special, sure, but this whole thing's full of loopholes anyway. Honestly, our master takes his pranks way too seriously~."
Mona extended her hand again, showing off something clutched in her palm. Inside a small glass capsule clung a dab of thick red blood.
"It's the Mine Hwangnyeo's blood. This sealing ritual's keyed to imperial blood, so having this made it a breeze. ...Feel better now?"
"......Whatever. Let's go in. We can't drag this out too long."
"Mm. Took us forever to get here, yeah? I'll tell Master you had constipation and that's why you're late. Relax!"
"...I hate you. I'd die before letting you say that."
Convinced they really couldn't afford more delays, Emilia hurried inside.
* * *
The secret warehouse brimmed with unidentifiable statues and ores, stacks of documents whose contents were a mystery. Most were sealed—opening them would leave traces. She shouldn't touch them if she could help it, but without peeking, how could she investigate properly?
What was she even doing here? Mona had said there were clues about the Melrn Count, but Emilia had no idea what to look for or how to proceed.
What clues is she talking about? What the hell does she mean?
"Come here, Lia~! Stand right there?"
"......?"
Mona pointed to the rough center of the cluttered storage space. On the floor, she was etching a bizarre magic circle. Eerie lines of light traced her fingertip across the stone. Emilia stood rigidly in the circle's heart.
"Like this...?"
"Yep, perfect. Just stay still~."
Her tone was light, but Mona's words carried an uncanny compulsion now. The Domination Spell binding Emilia was taking hold. She was little more than a puppet, compelled to obey.
And to such a puppet...
"Alright, Lia. Why don't you masturbate right there?"
Mona beamed as she issued the command.
"......What...!"
Absurd. She had to be joking. Before Emilia could spit her furious retort, her hands moved on their own, gently cupping her breasts from below and lifting them.
The yin pattern on her lower belly hummed, making her lightly touched breasts hypersensitive in an instant.
"......What... are you... doing...?!"
"Nothing bad, Lia, promise. To activate this circle, I need your bodily fluids. The stuff from something naughty matches perfectly... It's not pointless."
"Tch......"
Emilia clicked her tongue but forced her mind elsewhere—if it's necessary, no choice. No choice at all.
For info on the Melrn Count... anything more I can learn...
To seize what mattered now, she shoved her shame and confusion to the back of her mind.
The chamber was silent save for her and Mona. A single dimly glowing magic stone lantern provided the only light. At its center, naked Emilia squatted over the lewdly inscribed circle, putting on her shameful display.
Ngh... mm... nngh...
Delicate fingers kneaded her plump, heavy breasts softly. Using her whole palm, she lifted them from below, the ripe fruit-like mounds jiggling gently in her grasp. Perhaps the lingering arousal from her tryst with the Melrn Count hadn't fully faded; her nipples already stood stiff and erect.
Breasts and nipples remade excruciatingly sensitive by Mona's touch. So Emilia played carefully, stroking the areolae first, avoiding the tips.
"Mm... nngh..."
Hot. Was it the tension? Even this slight excitement made the air stifling. Beads of sweat like dew formed on her forehead, her translucent skin. A droplet trickled down her squatting thighs to the floor; the circle absorbed it, its eerie glow flickering.
Mona squatted nearby, chin in hand, watching Emilia's embarrassed show with rapt fascination. She half-covered her mouth, but Emilia bet she'd be giggling mockingly if those fingers moved.
...That gaze—or maybe her own dark imaginings—stoked the heat surging through Emilia's body even higher.
Her slit already glistened from earlier. Emilia slipped fingers between her folds, scooping up the arousal-mingled nectar. Mixed in, no doubt, was the count's semen still clinging to her walls like drying glue. The thought sent a perverse thrill through her as she smeared it over her clit.
"Ngh... guh..."
Rubbing her sensitive clit with her slicked fingers. Over the hood, cautious, so cautious. The hand on one breast mirrored it, circling and teasing the peak delicately.
"Nngh, nngh... ah♡..."
Each motion drew lewd nasal moans. Kneading her own luscious breasts, pinching and rolling the stiff, eager nipples. Delicately tormenting her clit...
Even that alone sent precarious pleasure skating through her flesh and mind, like walking on thin ice.
Aah, at this rate, if it keeps going...
"Lia, Lia. This'll take forever."
Mona cut in with a giggle, wagging a finger from outside the circle. She commanded again.
"Lia, do it more intensely. And make your sensitive spots ■ times lewder than now~."
With the order, an odd light traced from her fingertip, sinking into Emilia. The next instant—
"A... aaaaaahhhhn♥♥♥!!"
Her hands thrashed wildly, beyond her will. Pinching and twisting nipples to crush them, grinding her clit base raw. Her hips bucked obscenely, slit winking and squirting nectar in lewd spurts. Sticky strands bridged her pussy to the glowing floor.