Not All of It?
"Not all of it?"
That was a statement open to many interpretations. Moreover, for something she had agonized over so deeply, it was an incredibly half-hearted answer. I simply had no choice but to pry out the true meaning hidden beneath.
I pinched Carmel's nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Having been kneaded and fondled for so long, the tip was already slightly erect.
"Ooh, ahhn... haah...!"
A sweet whimper escaped her lips already. I had suspected this for a while, but Carmel's nipples seemed to be an incredibly sensitive weak point.
"Could you be a little more specific, Mother? 'I don't hate all of Rustier'... Just saying that doesn't really help me understand what you mean."
"Ahhn...! Y-you..."
Carmel looked up at me with pleading eyes. But I had no intention of stopping my torment until she gave me a proper answer.
"If you don't answer me properly, I will keep going forever. At this rate, your cute little nipples might end up completely swollen, you know? Come now, speak up."
I pressed down firmly, then rolled the sensitive flesh between my fingertips. The intervals between Carmel's gasps were growing shorter and shorter.
"Ah, ahhn, n-no...! Ah...! N-not there... ah..."
Focusing the stimulation entirely on the nipples would only make them numb too quickly. This was more than enough to corner her. I released my grip on her nipples and began to knead her soft breasts as if massaging them as a whole. Only then did Carmel offer a further response—though it wasn't the answer I had hoped for.
"I-I can't say... No, I w-won't tell you..."
It was an unexpected response. Carmel even turned her head away from me with a look of stubborn resolve. Was it something so unspeakable, whatever it was? Even though her entire body was already trembling from the sheer pleasure pooling in her breasts.
I let out a smile that was far from princess-like and said, "Is that so? Then you must pay the price. With your body, Mother."
I never expected this question to draw out a white flag of refusal. It felt like winning a lottery ticket I had bought on a whim. What's more, the grand prize was a free pass to use this lewd body however I pleased, for as long as I wanted.
I brought my hand back to her nipples. This time, I repeatedly tapped them so lightly that it barely registered as touch, pausing in between. Left neglected while I massaged her breasts, the sensitivity of her nipples had spiked beyond imagination.
"Haah...! Ah, ahhn... hngh... ah..."
Even though I was only brushing against them with the lightest of touches, Carmel's reaction was incredibly intense. Leaning back against the sofa, her body writhed seductively in response to the stimulation of her breasts. She looked so incredibly, breathtakingly lewd.
I whispered into Carmel's ear, my voice laced with sweet, hot breaths. "Fufu, your nipples have gotten so sensitive, Mother... To think you're panting like this from mere tapping... Shall we make the stimulation a little stronger this time?"
With those words, I pinched both of Carmel's nipples simultaneously. With the absolute gentlest of pressure. Yet even that was enough to make her body shudder violently. Not a trace of her earlier resolve remained on her face. Her entire mind was utterly consumed by the sensation of her nipples being dominated by me. And if I squeezed just a tiny bit harder...
"Ah...! Hngh! Ahhn...! Ahhh-hnnngh!"
Carmel's hips arched off the sofa several times. That intense reaction was proof beyond a doubt that she had just climaxed.
"Fufufu, coming again from nothing but your nipples... You really have a talent for this, Mother."
As much as I loved kneading this exquisite body, watching Carmel come at my hands was equally delightful. Of course, doing both at the same time didn't just double the pleasure—it created an exponential synergy. The satisfaction I felt right now was beyond words.
Now, it was time to let go of her nipples and return to massaging her breasts. As I leaned over Carmel and cupped her breasts once more, she whimpered in a faint voice.
"P-please... No more... Tormenting my nipples like that... I can't take any more..."
"But you know the rules, don't you? Since you couldn't answer, we must continue until I am satisfied... I'd say we have at least five more times left to go."
Carmel shook her head frantically. The thought of climaxing five more times through her hyper-sensitive nipples was clearly a nightmare she desperately wanted to avoid. Her pleading figure ruthlessly stoked the dark desires within me. It made me want to abandon all restraint and greedily ravage every single inch of her body, throwing any sense of order out the window.
But I couldn't do that. Fortunately, I had undergone more than enough training in suppressing my impulses recently to the point of sickness. Exercising my self-control, I began to gently knead Carmel's breasts once more.
"Haa, ah, haah... mmm... ahhn..."
It seemed her entire breasts had become hyper-sensitive now. With every squeeze, the ragged breaths Carmel exhaled carried a desperate struggle to hold back her pleasure. They were so soft, pillowy, and plush—a texture I could knead forever without ever growing tired of. Highly satisfied, I fondled Carmel's breasts in various ways.
After thoroughly enjoying her breasts, it was time to torment her nipples again. This time, I went straight for intense stimulation. I lightly scraped my fingernails against her hyper-sensitized nipples.
"Ah, ah, hngh, ahhn, ah, haah... hngh, ah...!"
The reaction to the sharp stimulation was exquisite. Carmel seemed to plunge into an even deeper well of pleasure than before. If I kept this up, she would easily boil over. Right at that moment, I pulled my hands away from her nipples.
"...Ah..."
Having the stimulation cut off right on the brink of climax is bound to leave anyone feeling utterly hollow. I could read that exact sense of desperate longing in Carmel's startled eyes. Acting as if nothing had happened, I went back to gently massaging her breasts.
"W-wait..."
Quick-witted as always, Carmel seemed to grasp my intention. This was training through the denial of pleasure, cultivating a desperate craving for it rather than the release itself. 'Tormenting her nipples relentlessly, but never letting her cross the edge.' She had realized that was my plan.
"I-I'll talk... I'll tell you... so... p-please, stop that..."
"Have you finally decided to speak? It would have been so much better if you had done so from the start. Fufu."
I had already enjoyed myself to my heart's content. Surrendering at this point was a double victory for me. I would get both the truth and the pleasure. Kneading her breasts in a light, teasing manner, I waited for Carmel to speak.
Even after declaring she would speak, Carmel still seemed to have something holding her back.
"...It's you..."
"Me? What about me?"
"Y-you... Sera Rustier... The one excluded from 'all of it'..."
My slyly moving fingers came to a sudden halt. It didn't take long to comprehend the meaning behind Carmel's words.
"What?"
But understanding the literal meaning of the words and accepting them in my heart were two entirely different matters. For that reason, I stood dazed for a moment. So, out of the entire hateful Rustier Kingdom, I was the only one she didn't hate? Even while the curse of Mistylia kept her raw hatred vividly alive? How was I supposed to process this?
"What... does that mean...?"
"I don't know either... I don't know..."
Carmel seemed equally confused. Flustered by her own confession, she averted her gaze. I placed my hand on her cheek, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"You don't hate me, Mother? I have done nothing but get in your way. On top of that, I held your weaknesses over you, blackmailed you, and violated you. And yet, you truly don't?"
An odd, fluttering anxiety settled in my chest. Carmel was my adversary; she was supposed to hate me more than anyone else. I had accepted that fact long ago. I had never wished for any other kind of relationship. I had never thought it necessary. That was why I chose to take Carmel by force. Even now, just like this...
Suddenly, the warmth of Carmel's skin radiating against my palms felt incredibly hot. Once I became aware of it, her heartbeat sounded deafeningly loud. For some reason, Carmel glared up at me as she answered. Her face had been flushed red for a while now, so it was hard to tell if she was blushing even deeper.
"...Yes..."
It felt as though a melody of pure bliss had suddenly started playing in my heart. Yet, the skeptical part of me couldn't help but throw cold water on the moment.
"You remember the rules, don't you? You must prove that those words are the truth. So that I can be absolutely certain..."
At my words, Carmel pushed herself up. The sight of her voluptuous, naked body moving right before my eyes was a masterpiece in itself. Carmel placed her hand on my cheek, mirroring what I had done to her. My face was probably burning just as hot as hers right now.
"I'll prove it."
Her face drew closer. My heart squeezed tight. With her eyes gently closed, Carmel initiated a kiss on her own.
Ah...
Our lips pressed together softly, and her tongue slid smoothly into my mouth. As if following a natural instinct, my eyes closed on their own. With my vision dark, the texture and movement of Carmel's tongue became vividly pronounced. Inside my mouth, her tongue gently caressed the sensitive roof and walls.
After a span of time that felt like both a mere second and an eternity, Carmel slowly pulled her lips away. A thin, silvery thread of saliva stretched long between us.
Having delivered her proof, Carmel spoke in a slightly flustered voice, as if trying to make an excuse.
"D-don't get the wrong idea... It doesn't change the fact that we are enemies... As long as you are the princess of Rustier, you are still someone I must destroy..."
"Ah, yes... I-I see..."
Carmel glared up at me again, seemingly displeased with my half-hearted response.