Same Bed, Different Dreams
"Ah, ugh..."
I woke up after sleeping like the dead. A Lamia is, at her core, a serpent. Even if she used her alchemical knowledge to turn her venom into medicine, it was still venom. A helpless human stood no chance of resisting it.
"What happened again...?"
Stumbling out of bed, I made my way toward the bathroom. For some reason, a cool breeze was blowing in through the wide-open window. Fighting down a wave of dizziness, I stepped into the en-suite bathroom.
"Haa, haa..."
Maybe it was because it was my first time being poisoned, but my entire body felt flushed. However, on the flip side...
"My skin... feels completely different."
The skin that had been practically roasted alive after being thrown out into the desert was clearly recovering. Although I hadn't seen myself at my absolute worst, the skin around my neck—where the medicine had taken effect the fastest—was already plump, firm, and in excellent condition.
On the other hand, when I lifted the thin, sheer gown to check, the skin around my navel and back was still far from looking good, even by generous standards.
"Well, it's not like I ever had the option to just pack up and leave anyway."
To a woman, her skin is her life. Especially for someone like me, who made a living seducing other women, looks were absolutely essential. Women might act friendly toward one another, but that was as far as it went. For an ordinary woman to cross the line of her sexual orientation and climb into bed with another female, the one pursuing her had to be exceptionally beautiful.
"For now, I should focus on recovering here and think things through slowly."
Ugh. Groaning softly, I stretched my arms. Just then, two unfamiliar punctures caught my eye in the mirror. These marks on my neck...
"Fangs..."
They had to be the fang marks of a Lamia. Her venom had been injected through these holes, and the skin around my neck and collarbone—where the medicinal poison had spread first—was the first to regain its original elasticity.
"They look like IV needle marks from an emergency room..."
The act of being 'bitten' by a woman and having 'fluid injected' into me felt incredibly awkward, but... when I thought about it, it was just a familiar form of medical treatment. Since Echidna had shown me her own brand of consideration, I should do my best while staying here.
"Hmm..."
Pondering how I could satisfy Echidna, I quietly stared at my reflection in the mirror. A beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A face with porcelain skin, a sharp, elegant nose, and lips as red as if they were painted with makeup. Though my skin was a bit damaged, it was far from unsightly. My figure was that of a fertile, voluptuous hourglass—boasting heavy, full breasts and wide, flared hips. In short, I had the kind of body that would inevitably turn on another woman.
"What's so hard about showing gratitude? A pretty girl flashing a bit of cleavage is the ultimate reward."
Right now, my only attire was a sheer black coat that Echidna had put on me to serve as a patient's gown. Underneath, I was wearing the underwear I originally had on. This alone was a highly suggestive outfit, but...
Snap. What if I took off my bra? The thin, sheer fabric draped over my breasts—which easily looked like an H-cup—clinging tightly to the prominent curves before dropping sharply past my pink nipples. It was a truly provocative sight. Smirking, I walked out of the bathroom and set off to find Echidna.
Most women would blush and react if I just pressed these breasts against their backs. Would Echidna, a Lamia, be any different? Standards of beauty were generally universal. Since I had been considered one of the top beauties among humans, I had to be quite stunning from a Lamia's perspective as well. If such a beauty wandered around her house wearing nothing but a sheer coat and panties, completely braless, how could she possibly resist? She might even pounce on me. Well, not that I had any interest in being the one on the bottom...
"Actually, maybe letting her take the lead once wouldn't be so bad? I can always seize control later. The important thing is to establish a point of no return. Since I have to live here to get my skin treated anyway, I might as well seduce Echidna while I'm at it."
Mhm, mhm. Yes, seducing her was definitely the right play. Echidna was an alchemist and a doctor, so if I tempted her into ravishing me, we'd establish a physical relationship. From there, I could slowly wrest control of the bedroom. Despite my current state, I had taken the virginity of more women over the past three years than I could count on both hands. Seducing a Lamia who lived all alone in a desert, probably having never laid eyes on a woman her entire life, would be child's play.
"Echidna-nim, are you here by any chance?"
I called out, wandering through the spacious, Egyptian-style mansion in search of her. Eventually...
"Ah, Echidna-nim. There you are. I was hoping we could talk for a moment."
I found her in a room that looked like a study. I found her, but...
"I'm sorry, but..."
"Yes?"
"Could you step out for a moment?"
"Huh? No, wait..."
"Please, leave."
"Ah, yes... I'm sorry."
This woman is a tough nut to crack. I couldn't believe she dismissed me without even a glance, especially when I had walked in completely braless. This is going to make seducing her all the more satisfying. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to spark the competitive fire of Roen, the adventurer guild's notorious lady-killer. At that moment, I found yet another reason to stay here.
Meanwhile, shortly before Roen woke up and visited Echidna's study.
"Ah, I shouldn't be doing this..."
Echidna flicked her tongue repeatedly, tasting the chemical reactions in the air. A sweet, fragrant pheromone drifted into her mouth, sliding down her throat. It was Roen's pheromones. A serpent's tongue was capable of detecting female pheromones at a range three times greater than its ability to sense prey.
"Control yourself, Echidna... She's a patient... That's not why you brought her here..."
Flick. Flick. Though Echidna tried to soothe herself with words, her tongue refused to listen. It greedily gathered Roen's sweet female pheromones from the air, sending waves of intense stimulation straight to her brain.
"I didn't seclude myself in this desert just to worry about something as trivial as the reproduction of the species. My ultimate goal is a complete understanding of the desert ecology, and through that, my own evolution..."
For the sake of... evolution... she had remained alone in this mansion at the edge of the desert, continuing her research. Echidna desperately tried to calm herself, but...
"Don't come out now of all times..."
Beneath her scales, her genitalia was slowly beginning to push its way out. It wasn't her female parts. The scales covering her vulva, vagina, and clitoris remained firmly shut. However, just slightly above them...
"Once it comes out... it won't go back in until I ejaculate... Ugh..."
She had swallowed far too many chemical compounds—the harmless yet lethal female pheromones drifting from Roen as she slept in the guest room. Already, a massive glans was pushing past the scales, half-revealing its face.
"Haaah..."
Echidna shuddered, feeling as if she were on the verge of climaxing just from her glans tasting the fresh air for the first time in a long while. Among Lamias, the rare individuals born with a jaji are classified as Alphas. However, even as Alphas, they keep their member tucked away beneath their scales, making it exceptionally sensitive compared to a human male's. Once it became erect like this, she absolutely had to release her seed...
"Ah, Echidna-nim. There you are. I was hoping we could talk for a moment."
Roen had arrived. The very source of the female pheromones torturing Echidna had walked right into the study. Just being in the same room caused the jaji, which had only been peeking out, to swell with fury and slowly reveal its true, devastating form. A destructive shaft—easily exceeding a span in length and as thick as an average woman's wrist—unveiled its hidden majesty beneath her scales, standing rock-hard under Echidna's desk.
"I'm sorry, but..."
This was incredibly problematic. She had to get Roen out of here immediately and relieve herself. If she showed her in this state, it would surely disturb the patient's peace of mind.
"Yes?"
"Could you step out for a moment?"
"Huh? No, wait..."
"Please, leave."
"Ah, yes... I'm sorry."
Having dismissed Roen with cold, almost harsh finality, Echidna threw her head back and wrapped her hand around her member. Stroke. Stroke. Her unused jaji, which had never once been put to work and had only ever swelled and shrunk in isolation, finally felt its master's touch. The hyper-sensitive flesh throbbed at the contact, weeping thick trails of pre-cum.
"Haa, such thick female pheromones... It feels so good..."
Echidna flicked her tongue, drinking in the lingering scent of Roen that filled the room to stimulate her brain. Since she had decided to ejaculate anyway, the faster, the better. Treating it as a one-time indulgence, she kept flicking her tongue, using Roen as her fantasy. She didn't even need to visualize her; she simply used the woman's very presence as her fuel—a method of masturbation unique to Lamias.
"I'll just do it this once, then I'll get used to it. I'll adapt, treat her normally, and send her on her way once she's cured. Yes... that's what I'll do..."
However, now that she had resorted to masturbating to her, whether she could actually shake off Roen—who was planning to seduce her way into a comfortable marriage—remained highly doubtful.