The Leash
Haze had a dream.
A cock she had never seen before invaded her depths, sliding in and out without pause. It hurt, so she scratched at her back with her nails, but the man showed no reaction and continued his rhythm.
“J-just now, I did something wrong… Please forgive me…!”
A pitiful voice emerged as her sobs and pleas wove together. Then Haze felt an odd sensation.
Slap. Slap!
The junction overflowed with more and more fluid, and the inner walls squeezed rhythmically, demanding he finish.
‘No, no! There’s no way my body…’
Contrary to her will, Haze thrust out her tongue and panted like an animal as the cock struck her cervix again and again. Her body trembled like a beast’s, and when she reached the climax she had no idea how many times, she finally gave up her resistance and surrendered her body completely to the man in the dream.
Her womb, already drenched with the head, raised the white flag. It pressed close against the cock that should never have touched it.
This is pleasure.
This is happiness.
“Hek! Haat! Uung…!♥”
Pain had vanished. In its place, a foreign sensation so intense it made her stomach churn made her whole toes curl inward.
From her waist down, her entire abdominal organs seemed to shake so violently her spine chilled.
Finally, just as she was forced to climax while gushing out her juices, Haze woke from the dream.
“What kind of dream was that….”
Haze realized she was naked. A dark, ominous mark had been branded into the lower abdomen.
“Ugh…”
It’s over! It’s over!
No matter what, to think I would beg a man to fuck me from behind… Self-seduction!
“It’s all because of that damn curse…!”
No matter what, I have to get rid of it. She shook the bell on the table.
“May I help you, my lady?”
“Find a leather craftsman. I need someone who can start work immediately today.”
“Eh? But such craftsmen are fully booked until the end of the year….”
“So you intend to defy my order?”
The ancient servant, whose face was hidden in shadow, lowered his head without even showing displeasure.
“I understand. I shall look into it.”
Inside the closed room
“Ugh. It’s so hot…”
The mark branded on her lower abdomen glowed in a sinister, unnatural way.
‘Since it’s broad daylight, there’s no way anything happened. If worse comes to worst, I can suppress it with magic.’
Haze buried herself in the bed and firmly resolved not to disgrace herself today.
***
“So what happened with the commander today?”
A soldier with bruises all over his body asked, pretending it was training.
The middle-aged soldier who looked relatively clean pulled the spout from his water bottle.
“Bullshit. The commander’s mood has been bad more than once.”
“You shouldn’t have asked.”
When they desperately protected the Eastern Plains, the army that went to the front lines ahead of reinforcements to weaken the demons’ supply was the Owl Army.
It was called the army led by the Sword Saint, which protected the front lines in battles against demons, but it also defended the Eastern Plains, the gateway to the empire, and brought the war to an end.
As a reward, some received a year-long vacation.
The soldiers targeted were the subordinates including the commander and those whose home was the capital. It was based on the judgment that the demons would not launch a surprise attack as long as the Sword Saint was alive.
CRASH!
“Yield! We surrender!”
“The discipline has become lax.”
“But isn’t that because the commander is a monster….”
Even though they were about a dozen in number, they all failed to distribute their strength properly and threw their helmets aside.
No matter how much they had been guarding the front, it seemed their bodies had lost all tension after coming home. Kylian commanded them to pick up the helmets, then folded his arms and sank into deep thought.
‘Only the Stigma of Lust is given to women, right?’
He had exterminated countless demons, but the Lust Demons were particularly difficult. Especially during the extermination, the army had been divided by gender so that priests could manage them separately, which had also created an imbalance in the uterine asymmetry.
‘The method to deal with it is to capture and punish the Lust Demon… but how did a mere cultist place a brand?’
There is someone in the empire who made a contract with a demon and hid its existence.
‘…Embarrassing.’
He was not inexperienced with women, but having a demon-possessed woman by his side interfered with his self-control.
As a non-aristocratic family in the military, the Juderif family had accumulated enormous wealth across generations and produced a Sword Saint because they placed great importance on transcending desire, spiritual training, and physical conditioning.
Setting aside his sense of justice, Kylian loved overly chaste women to an extreme degree.
Forget character—any woman would do, but not one who spread her legs anywhere or offered her vagina or uterus.
Yet a woman who had already considered divorce and only climaxed when she couldn’t even hold back her urine? She wouldn’t even reach a judge.
“They say the Empire’s worst villainess… so, did you enjoy your first night?”
KWAANG!
“Ahh!”
“You really do ask a lot of questions.”
Kylian slammed his fist into the forehead of the only soldier still standing and let his irritation show without hiding it.
Of course Kylian did not think about what had happened the previous night and casually answered as if he had no interest.
It was truly the worst night ever.
Thinking so, everyone gradually began picking up their helmets piled toward the side.
“Kylian.”
A delicate voice came from far away, like a glass bead rolling. The gazes of the front-line soldiers in the training ground turned toward the source.
The woman was unfamiliar with wearing her skin exposed in summer, so she had wrapped a thick scarf around her neck in a way that did not suit the season.
Haze.
The century’s villainess approached Kylian at a hurried pace so no one would overhear her. Someone who saw her almost vomited.
“Uweh. Today is the sun rising from the west?”
“Your face is so pretty it’s outstanding.”
Blue eyes like stars on her light pink hair. Her features were tightly packed like a girl’s, and her petite build made her hands and feet small.
Even at twenty, her body was that of a woman, but her face remained girlish.
Anyone in the empire would dream of spending a night with Haze.
If the Empress had a glamorous appearance with a flower-like demeanor, Haze had an aura that somehow stimulated sadism.
“What nonsense! That villainess treated the First Princess so harshly.”
“That’s true… um?”
The person involved, Kylian, had a visibly shocked expression. As if he had seen something he shouldn’t have, he threw his helmet down and walked quickly toward Haze.
Haze, whose transparent skin would wither in the sunlight.
Kylian grabbed her arm without hesitation and headed toward the shade.
“Ki, Kyli-”
“Think you can come here and call me crazy?”
Kylian slammed his fist into the wall, threatening her.
“Even pride has limits. Do you want to brag about being a bitch in front of my subordinates?”
Haze’s eyes, which had been round, suddenly turned sharp.
‘That’s right. This is my appearance.’
The Haze Kylian remembered was as cold as ice, a frigid woman. Not a woman who simply surrendered to a brand and spread her legs loosely.
“I don’t remember ever walking in front of my own house without permission.”
“Really? The piss-puppet sure has a lot to say.”
“Ugh!”
“If I report to His Majesty the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince that you peed yourself in the bridal chamber, it will be worth seeing the faces. Won’t it?”
Because of the surging humiliation and shame, Haze’s body trembled. Then she took a deep breath and placed both hands on the scarf.
“I came because I have something to tell you.”
“Reject. Go back.”
Haze, whose mark was branded on her lower abdomen, was like a walking time bomb. A gift? It would just be another strange thing she had picked up.
‘The activation of the brand is unpredictable, and there are two conditions to calm the curse. Better to stay still than to walk around….’
Just as she was thinking how short-sighted she was and clicking her tongue.
“You… are too harsh…”
Haze’s voice suddenly changed. Kylian, who had turned his back and was walking away, froze without turning his head.
Haze untied the scarf she had been wearing just moments ago. The sound of the soft skin rubbing against the scarf fabric was lewdly audible, revealing the reason she had come to Kylian.
A leash.
A thin leather leash of a design that noble ladies might use on their pet animals was looped around Haze’s slender neck.
Since there was no need for it with humans, someone had made it so it could be used on people. To the naked eye, it looked like high-quality leather, a handmade leash.
The color was so seductive it reminded one of the red lights of a brothel.
Feeling the front of his pants stiffen, Kylian approached Haze without hesitation, his footsteps thundering.
He grabbed both of Haze’s shoulders, intending to cover her body from view.
“Haze. Not here—other place—”
Because the fabric of the transparent dress was sheer, the mark on her lower abdomen glowed sinisterly once more.
As if endlessly craving it.
“Le-l-le… take me outside… let’s go for a naked walk…♡”
It was the moment when Haze’s usual walls were most severely doubted.