The Nun's Contract and the Orchid's Claim
“But there's a contract, huh? We could have gone along anyway even if there wasn't one separately...”
“Even if?”
Camilla already had her heart set on the orc, yet she was still making sure to leave herself an escape route.
For a female who always plotted with wicked thoughts and prepared to act otherwise, a leash was necessary.
There’s no way I’d allow that kind of resistance.
Especially now, since she wasn’t even a prisoner anymore.
I definitely need to bind her tightly.
She played it casual.
“Still, we couldn’t run the Flower Garden here, right?”
Gornakh slid the pre-prepared contract in front of her.
“So I just wanted to add one more insurance policy.”
“W-what exactly does it say...?”
Camilla looked genuinely unsettled; the bad feeling was obvious on her face.
“Go ahead and read it yourself.”
He handed over the paper, which was purple.
Even without smelling the ink, the overwhelming demonic mana that clung to it was unmistakable—the color alone screamed heretic.
“This... is the same as Valeria’s.”
“E-even so... you don’t have to go this far, do you?”
The flirtatious smile that always appeared when she was about to butter him up.
Of course, even that fake smile was pretty to look at.
At first he had fallen for it a few times, but now he knew it was nothing more than a sales pitch the succubi used when they wanted something from him.
Everyone in the Flower Garden was below him compared to Gornakh himself.
“Sign it.”
“Uh... I haven’t even read the content properly yet...”
She was refusing to die.
He had to admit she had guts—equal to her head, anyway.
“Then...”
Camilla scanned the purple magic paper with obvious anxiety.
“Umm...?”
Her reactions were entertaining every time she read a line.
“Hah...”
“Why? Found something weird?”
Gornakh sat right beside her.
Just sitting next to the orc created an invisible pressure that Camilla felt.
“Th-that, once the contract is signed... then what are you going to do to me?”
She already knew what was coming.
She was asking about her future, after all.
Of course it wouldn’t change anything, but it was only natural for people to want to know their own fate.
Or maybe she’s looking for a way to escape.
But no matter how much she flew, it was still under his feet.
“Sign already.”
“B-but... I could serve you better if I stayed free...”
That was her last stand, but it wasn’t negotiation anymore.
“Hmm, then should I tell you what this thing is?”
“Ah... that’s...”
Even if she preached mercy in marriage and relationships, secretly hiding a masturbation device would draw intense negative attention.
If it was just an ordinary tool, fine, but if it looked like something made by a monster and she’d used it to masturbate, the backlash would be worse.
“I-I can make up any excuse!”
Of course, the wicked female always left a final fortress even after pretending to surrender.
She really was a troublesome woman.
“If I say you were framing me, would you believe my word from before, or yours?”
“With that body?”
“W-what...?”
Gornakh stood right in front of her.
“If you say anything like that, I’ll shove that dildo right into your pussy right here.”
“Hiik... ♡ Y-yes?”
“Of course, if it’s not mine, you’ll just make that miserable face...”
She knew deep down that wasn’t going to happen.
Gornakh slipped his hand beneath her skirt.
And he pinched the little bead that had been dangling there, just as familiarly as he always did.
“T-there... ♡ Hh...!”
“If you want to leave while I’m fucking you in front of everyone with something that looks like my cock, then go ahead.”
“I-I’ll sign it! I’ll sign, so...
It had started as pure intimidation, but playing with it was surprisingly fun.
Even casually rubbing Camilla’s sensitive clit made her hips twitch.
“Haa... wait... ♡”
PUSH♡
She came after being tormented by the owner’s hand on her clit more than her pussy.
“Sign already.”
“Yes...”
I can still escape. There’s bound to be an opportunity someday...
She tried to convince herself, but she already knew the truth.
She could sense there would be no escape, yet she was only rationalizing the signing for her own peace of mind.
Once I sign this...
Just like last time♡
She gulped, expecting pleasure from swallowing even the act of swallowing.
An orc slave who had been toyed with, especially a well-trained, scheming female, could never run away.
Finally, she signed the purple-magic contract herself.
“Good girl.”
Gornakh stroked her hair and said.
“Then we should engrave the collar and markings appropriate for a slave.”
****
He already knew it wouldn’t end with just the signature.
From the moment he first saw Valeria here, Camilla had been shocked.
Will I end up like that Valeria too?
The clothing was even more revealing than naked—barely anything at all.
And on top of it all, her name was boldly written in pink as if it were the owner’s mark.
“I-I can’t walk around dressed like that...!”
“Why?”
“T-that’s my image...!”
Of course, if Camilla was paraded around as the orc’s bitch like Valeria, the church would definitely take action.
But who was Gornakh right now?
A diplomat named after a title, yet the Demon King who cherished war and destruction over peace.
He would never let his subordinate’s belongings be slighted.
Just as Camilla hadn’t been able to speak up strongly before, the church wouldn’t dare do anything to her now that she was his.
And Camilla herself was a terrifying woman...
“Even if I wear that... I can’t.”
“Then I’ll give you a choice.”
Of course she had to obey his decision no matter what...
“Hmm, then come when I call you later.”
Gornakh flashed a lewd smile.
Of course, every one of his bitches knew exactly what that smile meant—his wicked plans.
“It looks like I’ll have to prepare.”
****
“Come here~”
Luciel waved her hands excitedly.
It was definitely not good news for the orc’s bitch.
She was waiting with a needle that looked like a thin, wicked thread.
“W-what are you going to do?”
“It’s a Yin-Mark job.”
“I love this the most!”
Luciel always pranced around right next to the orc.
“T-that Yin-Mark thing?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking. If you’re curious, ask Valeria later.”
Still, she had to explain the basics since it was a permanent mark that could never be erased.
“It’s simply transferring ownership of the area below your belly to me.”
“Yes... ♡”
She wasn’t as dumb as Valeria, so she already knew she could no longer refuse.
“Lay down here~”
Camilla glared at Luciel with eyes full of murderous intent.
If people could be killed with just their gaze, Luciel would have been dead long ago.
“Luciel, tone it down a bit.”
“Yes~”
Camilla thanked the orc for stopping the disgusting succubus.
“As expected, only Master is perfect.”
“Then lie down already.”
“Ah, that...”
But the bed was far more elaborate than it looked.
It wasn’t just bound at the limbs—there were restraints on her waist, arms, and thighs as well.
Looking at it, the good feeling it gave off wasn’t good at all.
“W-why so many restraints?”
“Ah, it’s nothing serious... just lie down already.”
She couldn’t disobey her Master’s command.
But she wasn’t ignorant of his lies.
Th-that’s definitely a lie...
While Camilla hesitated, Luciel had already assumed the position like a surgical table beside her and was checking the potions and magic tools.
In short, Camilla wanted to kill her for making her feel this way.
“It’s nothing. Just making sure your body doesn’t get too excited.”
“Ah, is that so?”
She climbed onto the bed with relief, but once bound, fear set in.
“Then shall we begin the test?”
“Yes.”
ZAP.
“Heuk♡”
It had only been a light poke.
But...
From her lower belly, a pleasure like she had never felt before erupted with a needle-like sensation.
She had been worried about pain, but the thought itself made her look like an idiot.
“M-Master? Th-this... this isn’t allowed♡ This is too dangerous♡”
It had been only a slight poke with a needle, yet she felt a dangerous pleasure.
“Camilla, endure it.”
Now, following her Master’s order, Camilla had stepped onto the execution platform that killed females with pleasure.
...No, more precisely—
“S-since the beginning I wasn’t even able to escape!”
She had zero chance of running away while tightly bound.
She could only quietly endure the body being remade through Yin-Marks and pleasure.
“Ah... ♡”
The needle no longer fell.