The Power of Suggestion
As the night ripens, a deeper darkness settles over the room. The only light casting a glow is a soft, dim nightlight. It is a profound, suggestive night—though perhaps it only feels that way because of my excellent mood.
On the table sit a bottle of wine, a glass, and a single closed box. These are the instruments for tonight's amusement. Knock, knock. A faint, hesitant tapping at the door. The sound I have been waiting for finally arrives. I immediately walk over and open the door.
Standing there is Carmel, draped in a black silk robe, looking up at me with an anxious yet incredibly arousing expression.
"Welcome, Mother. I've been waiting for you."
She has dressed exactly as I ordered: wearing nothing underneath, in the thinnest garment possible. Had a patrolling knight spotted her in the corridor on her way here, he surely would have doubted his own eyes. Delightfully, she seems to have bathed just before coming. She smells clean, sweet, and utterly inviting.
Carmel slips quickly into the room, terrified of being seen. Once I close this door, her body becomes my plaything for the rest of the night. Feeling a rush of anticipation that makes my head spin, I gently shut the door.
"Now, come this way."
I lead Carmel to the table where the wine is set. Sitting across from me, she wears a slightly bewildered expression. Did she expect to be dragged straight to the bed? I pour the wine, letting it slosh gently until the glass is half full, then slide it toward her.
"Have a drink, Mother. You seem terribly tense."
"...You didn't slip something strange into this, did you?"
"Who knows? Does it even matter?"
The terms were clear: her body is mine to do with as I please for the night. The moment she stepped into this room, the owner of that luscious body ceased to be Carmel—it became me. Whether the wine is laced with sleeping pills or a potent aphrodisiac, she has no choice but to drink.
Carmel glares back and forth between me and the shimmering red surface of the wine before finally lifting the glass. She begins to gulp down the liquid.
In truth, it is just ordinary wine without a single additive. But watching Carmel drink it, fully suspecting it might be laced with an aphrodisiac—her face a mix of anxiety, resolve, and grim determination—is an absolute feast for the senses. It is far sweeter than even the finest vintage.
Carmel empties the glass in no time. Taking a shallow breath, she seems to be monitoring her own body, checking for any sudden changes.
"How is it, Mother? How does your body feel? Do you sense anything yet?"
As she scans her sensations, Carmel seems to detect an anomaly. Her eyes widen as she looks up at me.
"Sera... what... what did you make me drink...?"
"I believe you'll be the one to find out soon enough, Mother. Hehe... It should be about time for the effects to kick in."
"The effects... Ah, n-ngh..."
Carmel's face is the picture of absolute conviction that she has ingested some wicked drug. Her breathing gradually grows heavier.
"Haa, haah... My body is so hot... Sera, you... don't tell me...!"
Well, of course her body feels hot after chugging a strong wine like that. But the changes manifesting in Carmel's body aren't limited to a simple alcohol flush. I rise from my seat and walk over to sit beside her on the sofa.
"Haa, haah, ah..."
As I draw near, her breathing becomes even more ragged. The black silk robe, hanging precariously off her heated skin, is on the verge of slipping off entirely. I place my hand on her thigh. It, too, is burning hot.
"Hah...!"
At that simple touch, Carmel flinches and trembles. I haven't even done anything yet, and she is already this sensitive. This isn't an effect you can get from a single glass of wine. What is acting as a potent aphrodisiac right now is nothing other than Carmel's own imagination.
"How is it, Mother? Your body is burning... your mind is growing hazy... and you're starting to feel rather good, aren't you? As you've probably noticed, your voice is sounding sweeter and more wanton by the second."
I wrap my other arm around her waist. Her hips twitch and arch instinctively against me, betraying her aroused state perfectly.
"Ngh...! To use... such a drug... how underhanded..."
Underhanded, she says. I didn't expect a villainess like her to whine about a little aphrodisiac—not that I actually used one. Besides, even if I had used a real drug, Carmel is hardly in a position to complain. Suddenly, I feel a mischievous urge to tease her a bit more. I knead her thigh as I speak.
"It certainly is effective. Hehe, would you like to know what you just drank, Mother? I'm sure you're dying to know."
"W-what is it...?"
Carmel swallows hard, looking terrified of whatever dreadful drug name might come out of my mouth. I press my lips close to her ear and whisper the truth.
"It's just wine. There was nothing in it."
"What...?"
Carmel's eyes flicker with confusion. The aphrodisiac effect currently coursing through her body is undeniably real to her. She has no choice but to struggle with this contradiction.
"Y-you're lying again...! Tell me the truth...!"
The easiest way for her to resolve the contradiction is to deny my words. It makes sense that she would think that way. But what can I do when it's the absolute truth?
"You don't believe me? Hehe... Then how about this? In truth, what I put in there... was a love potion that makes you fall passionately in love with me. Well? Have you fallen in love with me yet?"
"...You...!"
Realizing I have no intention of giving her a straight answer, Carmel glares at me with furious eyes. But in her current state, it only looks adorable.
"Ultimately, no matter what I feed you, tonight your body is mine to command. So... you are free to believe whatever you like, Mother."
"Ugh..."
It is a meaningless exchange anyway. Carmel can't discern my true intentions, nor does she want to believe whatever I tell her. If there is any meaning to be found, it is simply that I had my fun.
Even though the truth has been revealed, the placebo effect of the aphrodisiac doesn't fade from Carmel's body. When I touch the inside of her thigh, my fingertips brush against a hot, damp wetness leaking from her core. My other hand slides down her waist to squeeze her plump buttocks. The soft flesh fills my palm, bringing a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Haa, haaaah..."
Even as she melts under my caresses, Carmel glares at me with a trace of resentment in her eyes. She seems vexed by the lie—or truth—I just told her. In a trembling voice, she speaks.
"Just remember this, Sera... Tonight... the only thing you can have your way with... ngh... is my body... I will... never... let my heart kneel before you..."
Ah... is it my birthday today? It feels as if she spent hours researching the exact words that would please me most. To turn her own imagination into an aphrodisiac, soaking her pussy at a mere light touch, and then to deliver a line like that... It takes a natural-born talent to be this perfect.
I speak, making no effort to hide the intense sadism and pleasure bubbling up inside me.
"Mooother... are you sure you should be saying things like that? Who knows what kind of perverted things I might do to you after hearing that?"
As I speak, the hand kneading her thigh migrates. Stopping right in front of her pussy, I flick a single finger lightly against her sensitive slit, teasing her.
"Hah... ah, n-ngh...!"
In her highly aroused state, even that feather-light stimulation is too much for Carmel to bear. Every time my finger brushes her, she lets out a delicious, breathless cry. It is quite impressive that she can talk so tough when her pussy is this pathetic and weak. Yet, the stubborn defiance in her eyes has not yet died out.
I tug down the black robe that was already hanging by a thread, stripping Carmel completely bare. Though the robe had barely covered anything to begin with, being fully naked makes a difference; a deep flush of shame washes over her face. I step back slightly and point to the box on the table.
"Actually, I prepared a gift for tonight. Would you like to open it yourself, Mother?"
"...A gift...?"
Having been tricked before, Carmel's face is filled with deep suspicion. But she is in no position to refuse. She walks over to the table and lifts the lid of the box.
"Ngh...!"
Resting inside is, of course, the dildo crafted by Juliana. Carmel can't even bring herself to lift it out of the box, staring at it with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"It's quite well-made, isn't it? Now, bring it over to me."
Carmel looks thoroughly displeased as she reaches into the box to retrieve the object. Yet, her gaze remains utterly transfixed by the thick dildo. Perhaps she is already imagining the sensation of it stretching her open.
With a politeness that is highly unusual for her, Carmel hands the object to me. Receiving such an obscene device from her hands feels incredibly surreal—and highly stimulating, of course.
"Do you have any idea what this is used for, Mother?"
"...Of course I do."
"Hmm... then did you anticipate this as well?"
I press the button located near the base of the dildo. Instantly, it begins to vibrate with a low, steady bzzzzzz sound.
"I-it moves...?"
"Yes, isn't it marvelous? I'm about to shove this deep inside your pussy, Mother. Just imagine this thing thrashing wildly inside your hot, swollen depths... Hehe. Oh, but of course, you did say you would never let your heart kneel before me, didn't you?"
Carmel doesn't answer. She doesn't even tremble with indignation at my provocation. The only sound that escapes her is a sharp, dry gulp from the back of her throat.