Chapter 35. The Road to Dominating the Great Mage (2)
Chapter 35. The Road to Dominating the Great Mage (2)
That night, I visited her room alone as she'd requested, put her under hypnosis the moment I walked in, laid her on the bed, and fucked her senseless without a second thought.
After all, the more arrogant a person is, the easier they crack when you feed them a little flattery.
"Ahn~♥ Ah, aaaahhhhn~! Right there, it feels so good~! More, give me more~!!!"
But how should I put this...
Compared to Ymir, whose defenses had seemed utterly impenetrable, this was easy.
No, the problem wasn't even that she fell so quickly. She was already the perfect living sex toy, no conditioning necessary.
If Ymir was an impregnable fortress without a single psychological gap, this one was just a common slut who'd open her gates on her own the moment you blew a little hot air her way.
"You talk a big game, but one cock inside you and you're completely helpless."
"S-Sorryyyyy! I'm so sorry for being a pa-pathetic, worthless cunt who goes limp the instant a cock goes innnn~♥♥♥"
I had no idea where she'd unloaded her virginity, but one thing was perfectly clear.
The number of dicks that had plowed this bitch's holes probably exceeded the daily ridership of the capital's round-trip carriages.
"...Seems like you got around quite a bit before coming here."
"Y-Yes, yesssss... I-In my academy days, in the library, a senior pushed me into it, I went with the flow... and it felt too good... After th-that, I went through various clubs..."
-Schlick.
"Eeeeek~!!"
A single hard thrust sent her straight over the edge. Keeping her body pinned against the bed, I kept going and spoke provocatively.
"So what happened? Your grades tanked, you dropped out of the academy, and you fell so hard you ended up playing princess in a reject party?"
"I'm sh-shaaaamed! I'm so sorry for being such a cock-crazy loser~!!"
...Honestly, the more I hear, the more I feel sorry for the guys in her party.
Well, from my perspective, I actually prefer it this way.
Virgins take time to condition. For a quick bite and toss-away, a slut is far more convenient.
"A slave should handle the cleanup herself. You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Yeth, yethhh~ I'll clean Mather's cock thoroughly with my mouth~"
Neris buried her face between my legs, her tongue already slurring from back-to-back climaxes. There was a practiced ease in the way she reflexively took the head between her lips without needing detailed instructions.
It was as if she'd simply abstained for a while to keep her body pristine, and now, as we repeated the act, the old sensations from her promiscuous days were flooding back.
"Schlurrrp, heeuuup...♥"
But even though she was sucking diligently, how should I put it...
Yeah, it still didn't feel as good as Serika.
She had plenty of experience but zero technique. All she knew was how to stuff cocks into herself and chase her own pleasure; she'd never bothered to learn how to please a man.
That's probably why the men who passed her around eventually threw her away, reducing her to playing princess for a reject party.
Still, I guess those saps are happy enough just following her around.
***
Right, every single member of this party was smitten with Neris.
Which meant that for me, an outsider who'd rolled in out of nowhere, their hostility was a given — and it posed a hidden obstacle that could jeopardize my plans.
Suppose I somehow finished my business with the party and handed Ymir what she wanted.
What if, under the guise of approaching me cautiously, Ymir started prying into me by questioning the party members who'd taken me in?
If those idiots, already ill-disposed toward me from the start, started badmouthing me and Ymir took their words at face value... wouldn't that be troublesome?
"A-Are you really sure about this?"
Which meant winning their trust was a necessary step.
The next day, I laid the groundwork to coax the rest of the party into staging a surprise visit to her room.
"Of course. I spoke with her a bit yesterday, and our party leader seems to get quite lonely, in many ways."
"L-Lonely? What exactly do you mean by that?"
"I mean she needs a man to comfort her and hold her."
"Sh-She does? So our princess wants a man?"
"Then why hasn't she ever asked me for that until now? Why?!"
Maybe you should start by washing your face and figuring out how to stop spitting when you talk.
"I'm not exactly well-acquainted with her either."
Of course, given that I needed their favor, I kept my true thoughts buried and offered them a roundabout explanation.
"Women are delicate creatures in many ways. You could say it's difficult for her to broach the subject herself..."
"Difficult to broach the subject?"
"Then what should we do?"
"For now, I think an honest conversation would be best. If I were to offer my opinion, I'd suggest paying her a sudden visit late at night. That way, you'd be able to see the side of Neris she's been hiding out of shyness..."
Frankly, it wasn't shyness — it was sheer arrogance. But at least while I was around, her demeanor was scheduled to undergo several changes.
After an entire night of carnal activity, her body would be heated to its limit by now, and if I deliberately withheld any further stimulation, she'd inevitably try to take care of herself.
"Y-You guys! Why are you suddenly in my...!"
"W-Woah! Neris is touching herself!"
"Th-This is... I can't believe it!"
"Hiiik! Get out, you perverts!!"
"W-We can't do that! We came here tonight to comfort our princess, who couldn't be honest with herself!"
"But we never imagined you'd really be soothing your loneliness all alone like this!"
"D-Don't worry, princess! We'll satisfy you! Even though we don't have any experience...!!"
"Wh-What? W-Wait. Don't come any closer!!"
Once things had reached this point, I didn't even need to use hypnosis.
No matter how incomprehensible the situation seemed from Neris's perspective, these monster virgins, already driven mad with lust, were bound to see what they'd started through to the end.
"Aaack! Stop it! Don't do thiiiis!!"
And so, Neris's clothes were stripped away, and every last one of her holes began to be violated by them.
It was agonizing at first, but that only lasted a moment.
"Aaaaahng~! K-Keep fucking meeeee~♥"
After all, her body was already the finished product of a whore, no conditioning required on my part.
The ones doing the fucking were virgins with all the sexual skill of a brick, but well...
They'd manage fine without my guidance.
"Look, Neris is shaking her hips!"
"Wh-What the hell! We thought she was a virgin, but she's a total cum-dumpster whore!"
"A virgin... I thought I could take your virginity! Uwooooh! You... damn bitch! You toyed with our pure hearts!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so soooorry! I'm so sorry for pretending to be a princess when I'm just a vulgar pig-slut!!"
"Uu, uwooah!! Her non-virgin cunt's squeezing my dick!"
"H-How?! Weren't we supposed to not be turned on by non-virgins?!"
"Th-This is why you guys are incels. They become non-virgins because they were always hot sluts to begin with!"
"You're a virgin too, asshole!!"
...There were plenty of things I wanted to comment on there, but whatever.
As long as they're happy one way or another, I guess it works out.
"Uh, it's Dave, right? I'm sorry for being so curt with you until now."
"Thanks to you, our relationship with the princess has gotten deeper... Ah, well, I do feel a little bad we couldn't include you. That's, uh, what is it. A privilege of the original party members, I suppose."
"Still, don't be too disappointed~ We'll do our best to include you as much as we can while you're around."
At any rate, regardless of the process, the result was a party where everyone was satisfied in a non-hypnotized state.
Now that I'd earned their trust, acting as the party's supporter wouldn't be overly taxing, and any future testimony from their mouths was bound to work in my favor.
"...Um, party leader?"
"H-Hiiik!! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for getting carried away and acting up when I'm just a stupid academy dropout!!"
The party leader had sacrificed a great deal to make that happen, though...
Well, if she hated getting railed, she would've used magic or something and bolted.
Whatever the case, isn't it fine as long as everyone had a good time?
***
After earning the party's complete trust, I set out with the party members to explore the dungeon.
Thankfully, for a party made up of rejects, their combat ability was passable.
Despite having failed out of the academy, she was still a mage of sorts, and Neris, who had accumulated ample real combat experience, also demonstrated above-average prowess during the party's advance.
The dungeon's difficulty wasn't all that high, either.
The several-day conquest proceeded smoothly, and at last, the party succeeded in landing the killing blow on the dungeon boss.
-Kyaaaaaah!!
The moment the hideous creature — like a twisted amalgamation of a roe deer and a human born from a witch's corpse, no, born from the corrupted corpse of a witch — crumpled to the ground.
"Hoo, that's the dungeon cleared."
Every one of the party members' faces brimmed with ease.
"Good work, everyone."
"Hardly worth calling work. If anything, the journey to get here was the hard part."
"Indeed, that boss wasn't suited to our level at all. Isn't that right, princess?"
"Y-Yes. Y-Yes, it was..."
Neris spoke timidly to the party members, her overbearing attitude from the beginning completely evaporated.
I was slightly irked by the way they kept groping her ass or sending lewd smirks her way, but given that Neris herself, though frightened, had the corners of her lips curling upward, it seemed she was looking forward to the evening's festivities.
Well, whatever. My original objective was complete, so whatever happened afterward was no concern of mine.
"Ah, wait. Would it be alright if I drew some blood from the boss's corpse?"
"Blood? Why?"
"That's... A mage I know has need of such things. I was thinking, even if it's from a corpse, witch's blood might still be usable as a material."
"...Blood from a corpse as a material? Hmm. Well, I suppose it's fine. Not sure if it's worth any money, but you never know with magic ingredients."
The party members paid no mind to the act of drawing blood from the corpse.
But regardless, witnesses had now been created who could testify that 'blood was drawn from a witch's corpse.'
"Then shall we get started on looting the reward?"
"Even if it was easy, this dungeon was built around a witch. Might drop a decent artifact."
At that moment, as the party members headed toward the reward chamber to pillage the spoils, I deftly avoided their eyes and prepared to draw blood into the bottle gripped in my hand.
Not the blood of a decayed corpse, utterly useless as any ingredient.
But my own blood, drawn from the bloodline of the witch who was my mother, flowing into the glass vial.