An Intermission of Pleasure
I had no intention of ending today's training with just a single orgasm. Swapping places with Rika, I shed my clothes piece by piece. Leaving only a corset on my upper body and a garter belt on my lower half, I approached Carmel.
"Lick me, Mother... Just like I did for you on our first day..."
Carmel's cheek brushed against my thigh. A delicious shiver ran down my spine as her lips met my pussy. Struggling to glare at me with her exhausted eyes, she finally parted her lips and began to lap at my wetness.
"Ngh..."
Though her tongue moved without any real desire, merely obeying my command, the pleasure I felt was exquisite. Watching Carmel lap at me like an obedient puppy while still trying to maintain a rebellious glint in her eyes was incredibly endearing.
"Haah, how cute... You are so adorable, Mother..."
I gently stroked Carmel's hair. Perhaps because it wounded her pride, the defiance in her eyes flared even brighter. Meanwhile, I had already instructed Rika to torment her from behind.
Rika stared at Carmel's puckered, still-stretched asshole with a flushed face before burying her face deeply between those pale cheeks.
"Mmph...!"
Carmel's eyes widened in sheer shock. It seemed Rika had decided to ravage Carmel's anus with her tongue. Given how loose Carmel's rear was right now, it wouldn't be difficult to slide a tongue deep inside.
I had licked Carmel's anus before, and even then, she had been utterly bewildered by the act. But the shock of having her innermost depths directly violated like this seemed to be more than double what she had felt back then.
"Mmph... Nngh, mmph...!"
As Carmel's body twitched and shuddered, I clamped my thighs tighter around her face. Then, I spoke to her in a sweet, soothing tone, as if coaxing a throwing-a-tantrum child.
"You mustn't slack off, Mother. You need to make me feel even better."
At my urging, Carmel's stalled tongue began to move once more, her entire body trembling violently every time Rika's tongue plunged deep into her rear.
"Ngh... Haah, Mother..."
My own pussy was already dripping wet from the thrill of tormenting Carmel. Her slick tongue slid in and out of me in shallow strokes. Gradually, her movements were becoming more submissive.
"Good, Mother... You are doing so well. Hehe, you're getting better at this."
I praised her while stroking her hair. In response, I could feel her tongue working with even greater fervor. A compliant Carmel was truly adorable.
Pleasure radiated from deep within my womb. While the physical stimulation of being licked wasn't overwhelming, the psychological satisfaction was higher than ever. I was close. Squeezing my thighs tighter, I pinned Carmel's head firmly between my legs.
"Ah, ngh...!"
My hips arched off the bed as a sensation like an electric current surged through me. I ground my dripping slit against Carmel's face as I came.
It was a deeply satisfying climax. The gentle, rising waves of pleasure filled my mind with pure bliss. The dark emotions I had felt earlier vanished without a trace—hardly surprising, given they had been artificially conjured in a forced scenario anyway. In their place, my heart swelled with affection for Carmel.
Carmel's face was drenched in the juices of my climax. Knowing she had been reduced to this state just to please me made her look incredibly lovely—though I had no idea how Carmel herself felt about it.
"Ngh... Ah, ahh..."
Even in that state, Carmel continued to moan from the sensation of her anus being licked. I walked over to the wall and pulled the lever to alter her posture. One of her legs was hoisted high into the air—the exact same position she had been in when I spanked her on the first day.
Despite the shift in position, Rika remained entirely focused, pulling Carmel's buttocks apart with both hands as she continued to lap at her rear.
Carmel's exposed pussy hung wide open, weeping a steady stream of fluids. She had already climaxed heavily once, yet her inner walls were still visibly twitching, as if begging for more pleasure.
"Phew... Let me reward you for working so hard. Don't hold back, Mother. Just enjoy the feeling..."
I crouched down and brought my face close to her slit. When I blew a soft breath over it, a startled, cute gasp escaped Carmel's lips. Parting her folds with my lips, I plunged my tongue deep inside.
"Ngh, ahh, hngh...!"
A simultaneous assault on both her front and back. No matter how she writhed her hips, there was nowhere to run. Trying to pull away from one side only pushed the other tongue deeper, yielding even greater pleasure. Gradually, her frantic cries began to quiet down. But she hadn't stopped making noise; instead, softer, hotter whimpers were leaking from the depths of her throat.
"Haah... Haa... Ngh... Haah..."
It was a sign. A sign that she was accepting this double penetration of tongues as pure, unadulterated pleasure. Carmel merely trembled, her body no longer thrashing in resistance.
"Sera... Ah... Haah, ngh... It feels so good..."
Her voice was completely intoxicated with pleasure. Hearing her call my name in that tone made my own pussy throb, even though I hadn't even touched myself.
"Hehe, does it feel good, Mother?"
"Yes... It feels so good... Ah... My, my pussy... and my anus... Mmh, right there... ngh..."
She had melted completely. If the curse of Mistylia possessed a mind of its own, it would surely be seething with rage at how easily Carmel had broken. But even her pathetic weakness was incredibly endearing, prompting me to flick my tongue faster. In response to the intensified stimulation, Carmel's pussy clamped down hard.
"Ngh, ah... Haah... Hngh...!"
Her drenched folds squeezed my tongue before releasing it. She was rocking her hips back and forth within her limited range of motion, enticing both Rika and me. I could tell her climax was just moments away.
"Ngh...! Ahh...!"
Her second orgasm. Carmel's thighs tensed up. Although the physical stimulation was milder than the first time, the sheer volume of pleasure she experienced seemed virtually identical. I pulled back, watching Carmel shudder through her violent climax. There was no sign of the Curse of Mystillia returning anywhere in the room. And with that, the third day of training came to an end.
The following morning, I visited Carmel and delivered some rather shocking news.
"I-Is that true? You're really not going to do anything today...?"
"Yes. If I'm too harsh, you might break. I decided that even you need a rest, Mother."
"Then... what about you?"
"I've finished most of my duties as the princess. Today, I plan to stay by your side and monitor your every move. I suggest you don't get any foolish ideas just because you've been granted a day of freedom."
"I-I see...?"
For some reason, Carmel looked relieved. It might have just been my imagination, but there was a specific reason I was dedicating one of my precious seven days to giving her a break. I wanted to pinpoint the exact trigger for Mistylia. After yesterday's training, Carmel's heart was undoubtedly on the verge of complete surrender; her voice and eyes made that clear. Based on my past experiences, the curse should have activated yesterday. The fact that it hadn't meant there was a variable I was missing. I intended to uncover it. Of course, another reason was that having the curse activate mid-session would completely ruin the mood.
"Now then, shall we start with a meal? I've had food prepared in the other room."
"A-All right."
Carmel followed me to another room in the basement. Just like before, a meal was set on the table, though it was quite modest compared to a full dinner. As Carmel took her seat, I sat down right next to her. She shot me an uncomfortable look.
"W-Why are you sitting there?"
"To observe you closely, of course. If I sat across from you, the table would block my view."
"Haa..."
Carmel glared at me, looking utterly exasperated. Naturally, a day of rest did not grant her the right to wear clothes. Spending the entire day watching her go about her routine completely naked—while not my primary objective—was bound to be highly entertaining. Resigning herself to her fate, Carmel reached across the table. As she picked up a pepper shaker from the far side, I smiled with delight, watching her breasts sway naturally with the movement. This kind of passive observation was surprisingly pleasant. It was a bit depraved, but then again, that was nothing new for me.
Carmel began to eat. She made no overt attempt to cover herself, but she was clearly conscious of my gaze. Reaching for a dish, lifting her glass—every minor movement she made exuded an effortless sensuality. It was almost a shame to think about. Even back in the royal palace, such erotic displays had been hidden beneath her elegant gowns. I found myself wishing I could make her spend her actual daily life entirely naked. To pull off something like that, I would need not just political power, but the assistance of magic as well. There was no telling when I might achieve that, though.
Of course, I wasn't just acting like a perverted voyeur. While admiring Carmel's body, I was also keeping a sharp eye out for the black mana of Mistylia, which could manifest at any moment. More than a day had passed since its last activation. It wouldn't be surprising if it triggered right now. Yet, even by the time Carmel had finished her meal, the dark magical energy was nowhere to be seen.