Applying Stuck in the Wall and Emotionless Sex (1)
“A bet?” Miel tilted her head, considering it for a moment before shaking it. “No, never mind. We don’t even have anything worth wagering anyway.”
“That’s true…” Miel asked Gyeoul carefully. “Would you consider staying in your right mind for just one day tomorrow—”
“Absolutely not!” The vivid memory of pleasure surged up so sharply that Gyeoul’s whole body shuddered. It wasn’t from excitement. “No. I mean it…” She hugged herself tightly. “I really can’t. I… I can’t endure climaxing.”
The ecstasy she had felt beneath Yggdrasil flooded back into her mind. It had become a clear memory now, just like all the orgasms she had experienced while hypnotized. But unlike those, the memory of climaxing while fully conscious planted pure terror inside her. Climax terrified her. Pleasure terrified her. And what scared her most of all was her own body—how it twitched and heated up at the mere recollection.
“So please… do exactly as I asked.”
Miel nodded. “Understood.” Then, with a serious expression, she added, “Over the weekend I’ll look for a way to remove or at least weaken your heat cycles.”
It seemed she had read the emotions on Gyeoul’s face—how she truly felt about this body that kept betraying her with uncontrollable arousal.
“…Thank you.”
Caught between guilt, gratitude, and embarrassment, Gyeoul changed the subject before the heavy mood could linger. “By the way, did you put something besides sugar in this tea? Some kind of spice?”
It tasted exactly like the one she had drunk after waking up. Perhaps it was a seasoning that didn’t exist in her original world?
“Oh, that? It’s my pussy juice.”
“Pffft!?!?”
In her shock, Gyeoul sprayed tea from both her nose and mouth. Through watering eyes she watched Miel clutch her stomach, laughing so hard she rolled right off the chair. Apparently Miel had also hated the heavy atmosphere.
It was early Friday morning, long before Gyeoul had woken up. Unlike most succubi, Miel preferred early nights and dawn risings. Following Gyeoul’s precise instructions, she finished setting up the special classroom and performed one last check. Everything was arranged exactly as requested.
“Mmm…”
Yet no matter how many times she looked at the finished setup, Miel couldn’t erase her skepticism.
‘This is supposed to be lewd? Really?’
After yesterday’s events, Gyeoul had become the single most respected person in Miel’s world. She couldn’t fathom how someone like her had been born male. It felt like a cosmic error in gender assignment.
‘If you were going to cast a feminization spell, you might as well have turned her into a succubus while you were at it…’
Miel silently grumbled at the nameless, supremely powerful succubus who had transformed Gyeoul. If she had been born a succubus, she would have become the greatest of their kind. Such a waste of talent…
That was how deeply Miel respected and admired her. And she had also come to one other conclusion: Gyeoul might actually be a terrifying woman. That impression, too, came from yesterday.
The scene burned most clearly into her memory was Yggdrasil collapsing before Gyeoul, sobbing uncontrollably and calling her the benefactor of her life. Gyeoul had voluntarily returned a colossal amount of gold—treasure she could have claimed as her own. Yet if the price was becoming the lifesaver of the next master of the Golden Cascade, wasn’t that sum little more than pocket change?
The same logic applied to the other women. She had simply returned what had originally belonged to them, yet in doing so Gyeoul had saddled women who were likely to become the next rulers of the empire with debts so enormous they could never be repaid. Most of that debt was immeasurable gratitude, which made it all the more binding.
‘As the old saying goes…’
Small merchants hoard money, but great merchants scatter it. They know that money calls to money, just as a farmer does not begrudge the seeds he sows. Wasn’t that exactly what Gyeoul had done yesterday? If one weighed the scales, how profitable a transaction had it been? And yet Gyeoul hadn’t even thought of it as commerce. She hadn’t calculated anything; she had simply acted according to her nature.
Of course there had been regret. Miel had glimpsed greed flicker in Gyeoul’s eyes more than once. But in the end Gyeoul had endured it. Even if shame at retracting her own words played a part, she had not chosen the gold before her eyes. She had followed through on what she believed was right to the very end.
She had completed a colossal sowing—without even realizing it.
And when the seeds planted yesterday finally sprouted, grew, and the time of harvest arrived…
Miel shivered at the dizzying thought. Yes, she would have to remain close to Gyeoul for the rest of her life.
However.
That was one thing. This was another.
No matter how she looked at it, wasn’t this particular idea a mistake?
After all, no one could be perfect.
“Mmm…”
No matter how hard Miel tried to understand, she simply could not see how this could possibly be lewd. Yet Gyeoul’s instructions had been so specific and confident. After long deliberation, Miel reached a decision.
‘I’ll stay and watch as well.’
The sexual relief room was an open space to begin with, and chairs were provided for those waiting their turn. There was no reason she couldn’t be here. Until now she had refrained only out of concern that she might interfere with the process.
And if any students left dissatisfied, she could simply satisfy them herself.
After all, she was still the academy’s preliminary sexual relief staff member.
Of course, Miel had zero intention of stealing Gyeoul’s males. It would bring her no personal benefit, and it was a succubus taboo. Even though Gyeoul was not a succubus, the rule remained the same for any woman. One must not steal another’s male.
But what if she wasn’t stealing them, only accepting those who had already fallen aside?
That would not violate succubus ethics, and she suspected Gyeoul would gladly permit it if asked. And honestly… it would also help restore some of the pride in her own succubus nature that had been badly shaken since Gyeoul’s arrival.
So Miel thought as she prepared a separate sofa in the corner of the room.
‘Still, I’ll probably end up handling about half the class, right?’
There were currently nineteen futanari at the academy. Of those, nine or ten would likely fail to become aroused by today’s Gyeoul and would request relief from her instead. Miel genuinely believed that.
At least until that moment.
The news that the sexual relief room had opened once again to fill the final day before the weekend spread through the academy in an instant. How? They said Gyeoul had made arrangements. Hypnosis? She wasn’t using it. Then how? Well… just go see for yourself.
The first to reach the door of the sexual relief room was, naturally, Eladriel.
‘W-what incredible luck!’
Regulating her ragged breath after sprinting at full speed, Eladriel rejoiced at having arrived first.
‘To think I can take the first time of Miss Gyeoul while she’s in her right mind…!’
Ever since the day they had exchanged virginities, Eladriel’s thoughts had been consumed by her. For no reason at all Gyeoul’s face would float into her mind. For no reason she wanted to become someone special to her. Because of those desires she had overstepped many times, yet Miss Gyeoul remained consistently beautiful, kind, with a clear laugh, lewd, insanely arousing, and yet she spread her legs for other bitches like a cheap cumrag and that too-beautiful, too-kind, I-want-to-spend-my-whole-life-with-her fucking bitch—
…Her thoughts had derailed again.
Anyway.
This was a chance to become even more special to Gyeoul. An opportunity to share physical intimacy for the first time with the sane, un-hypnotized Miss Gyeoul!
‘…First time?’
Immediately the image from just yesterday rose in Eladriel’s mind—Gyeoul being ravaged by Yggdrasil’s cock, climaxing endlessly, body convulsing.
…She had definitely been released from hypnosis at the time.
“T-that doesn’t count. It was an accident…”
While muttering an excuse even she couldn’t believe, Eladriel’s eyes fell on the signboard. It was the same one that had stood there throughout Prostitute Week, though the content had changed.
ATTENTION!
— Today (Friday) Only! —
— No Hypnosis!!☆ —
— However, this is NOT normal intercourse where you see everything! —
— Gyeoul feels absolutely nothing, so feel free to use her however you like and leave! —
— If you wish, you may speak with Gyeoul afterward! —
“…?”
What did that mean? It wasn’t normal sex where you saw everything? Did that mean they were supposed to perform sexual acts while only seeing part of her? …What exactly did that imply? And what did “feels absolutely nothing” mean?
It seemed quicker to just go inside and see.
‘I thought without hypnosis we could finally do it normally…’
Eladriel swallowed hard, then opened the door.
“?”
She froze in confusion. The interior had been completely rearranged. The first thing visible upon entering was—
An ass.
When she focused she could make out other details, but Eladriel could not form a single coherent sentence to describe the sight. She had simply never seen anything like it in her life.
Explaining chronologically:
Gyeoul had first removed her lower garments, then lain face-down on the bed with her stomach pressed against the mattress and her knees resting on the floor. A cushion protected her knees, and a bucket had been positioned to catch any semen that flowed from her pussy. In that position, Miel had cast two spells. One fixed Gyeoul’s body, the cushion, and the bucket so they could not move. The other completely severed all sensation from Gyeoul’s chest downward.
—How is it?
—I can’t feel anything.
—Even now?
—Yes.
—Perfect. Success.
A curtain had then been draped across the bed, completely hiding everything on the other side of Gyeoul’s waist. Therefore, following Eladriel’s current line of sight—
What she saw were the soles of two feet, shapely calves and thighs, plump buttocks, and the elegant curve of a waist. Beyond that, a white curtain blocked any view of the upper body. It looked exactly as if only Gyeoul’s lower half had been severed and put on display.
“Ah…♡”
At the bizarre, surreal sight, Eladriel’s gaze was helplessly drawn to those buttocks.
‘Ass.’
Like a woman possessed, Eladriel walked toward the twin curves. From the side Miel tried to catch her eye, but Eladriel didn’t even register the succubus’s existence. The closer she drew, the more clearly she could see. Round like breasts, so soft-looking even without touch. Plump, swollen labia. The smooth white thighs continuing downward. The unique inner-knee curves formed by muscle and tendon. The gentle lines of the calves flowing into delicate bare feet—the pure aesthetic beauty of a woman’s lower body.
Part of Eladriel’s mind screamed. What the hell was this? It wasn’t merely unfamiliar; it was grotesque. No matter how much one called sexual desire “carnal” because it belonged to the flesh, to violate someone like this without even seeing her face—without seeing her expression, with only the hair cascading down her back visible. It was as if the person named Gyeoul had vanished, leaving only a body on display. As if she were not a sexual relief committee member but a sexual relief tool.
“Gulp…”
Eladriel swallowed. Her mouth had gone completely dry. Her lust boiled wildly.
‘Why?’
Why was this so erotic? Why did the mere fact that she couldn’t see Gyeoul’s face make the situation feel so unbearably lewd?
Even as her mind spun in confusion, her cock offered no debate. It swelled until it felt ready to burst, forcing her to lift her skirt and expose the unusually beautiful pink glans that was her pride.
Not a person. Merely a living onahole. Merely a masturbation device that offered its body. That realization carried an abnormal, strange, almost unfair allure.
“Haa… haa…!”
There was a magic in the sight that gently stroked every male instinct. With her head gone hazy, Eladriel reached out and sank her fingers into the soft, plump ass. The flesh yielded deliciously. A thick drop of transparent precum slid free and fell with an audible plop into the waiting bucket below.