# 053 Leticia's Danger
# 053 Leticia's Danger
Sharia's victory and Aura Awakening. Ejaculating on Leticia's thighs.
With two joyful events converging into a double celebration, I couldn't hide my delight.
"Leticia. There's no problem with the Heavenly Demon Saintess temporarily leaving the Land of Darkness for a little while, is there?"
"No. Since the Heavenly Demon God has acknowledged it as well, there are no particular restrictions...."
"Then let's go together."
I took both their hands and teleported at once.
The destination was, of course, my villa.
The moment we arrived, Sharia took off the robe she'd been wearing over her shoulders as if it were routine, and Leticia blinked at the sight of the villa, unable to say a word.
"This is my villa in the east of the continent. Welcome, Leticia."
"...The east of the continent, you say?"
"Yes. It's a villa a little way from Lost Virginia."
"Lost Virginia.... That's near the Rape Dragon's lair!"
"It's fine. Because it's safe here."
I considered revealing my identity to the anxious Leticia, but telling her now would have been a breach of etiquette.
The proper moment was after taking her virginity, the instant I ejaculated inside her.
-How was it? Sex didn't hurt, did it?
-No.... Well, Sir Oned Bourbon Jirfangfar III....
-No. That's not my name. From now on, call me Rapepral.
-...You're the Rape Dragon.
-That's right.
-.......
For that moment of revealing my identity, I must remain silent.
'Just bear with it until then, my Black Dragon.'
My cock was clamoring to taste pussy, not thighs, but revealing I was the Rape Dragon and drooling to shove my dick in right away—still, keeping Leticia as a wife also seemed nice.
I'd never had two human wives at the same time before.
I hadn't been interested because watching wives keep each other in check and get jealous was a hassle, but even with Sharia around, just taking Leticia and letting her go felt like too much of a waste.
"Wait. I'll give you a change of clothes and a room. Sharia, go inside and bring a set of clothes."
"Is it okay if I just bring anything?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll be right back!"
Sharia ran inside the villa.
Leticia was still looking around, unable to hide her bewilderment.
"Well... is all of this yours?"
"Yes. Everything here is mine."
'Everything' here.
That wasn't a word referring only to objects.
"Let's hold a light party to celebrate Sharia's victory and Aura Awakening. Ah, first...."
Now that we were back at the villa, I released my transformation.
Saaaa.
"Th-that appearance...?"
"This is my original form. I do care about my image, you see."
"Your image...?"
"Yes."
I picked up the leash Sharia had left behind, the one that had been around her neck.
"If a boy-like vampire walks along holding the leash of a woman like Sharia, it looks like a mischievous brat's prank, but imagine my current form holding the leash. That wouldn't be a mischievous pervert's prank; it would be an act of flaunting a real slave, don't you think?"
"...It feels so real I've got nothing to say."
"Right? I can change my appearance as much as I want, so I took this form, but...."
Crrk, crrrack.
I returned to the state I was in when I first met Sharia, the Muscle-Form, and made my build even larger.
"Does Heavenly Demon Saintess Leticia prefer the appearance of a massive warrior like this?"
"If you're asking which is more to my taste, I just think that earlier look was better than this one."
"......."
Bulging muscles weren't popular.
I reverted to my original appearance and canceled all polymorph magic.
"A little disappointing. I thought you'd appreciate muscular beauty somewhat as well."
"Why would I?"
"Don't people from the Land of Darkness like muscular, brawny things?"
"Why would you think that?"
Call it prejudice if you wished, but the Land of Darkness was the side that revered 'strength' more.
"But that place is the Demon Realm."
"Excuse me. It's not our demon realm, you know."
"Though it might sound like a bit of regional disparagement, even if humans and demonkind live together, the law of demonkind is the foundation, is it not."
Law of the jungle.
Survival of the fittest.
Because the people of the Land of Darkness valued strength, there were fundamentally many physical powerhouses among them.
"It's just that the Ten Demon Saintesses of the Church of the Heavenly Demon God are all women, but if you told them to put forward the proxy of each of the Ten Demon Gods instead of a saintess, three out of ten would probably have been muscle-bound brutes."
"Having a lot of muscle doesn't necessarily make you strong."
"But basically, if it's muscle you've trained yourself, the floor of your combat power tends to be high."
If someone had a healthy, muscular body, their combat power was generally outstanding from the start.
Because she was a saintess of the Church of the Heavenly Demon God, which valued strength, combat power, and military force, I had expected her to agree with me, but it seemed the Heavenly Demon Saintess thought differently.
"Surprising. I thought you had a lot of interest in physical beauty."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Those thighs. They were the thighs of a woman who exercises."
"!!"
Leticia moved her hands downward and blushed.
"Wh-wh-what do you...!!"
"I found out while rubbing my cock against them, you see. The sensation wrapping my cock—with ordinary women it's soft and supple, but with you, it felt like firm muscle tightening around it."
"......."
"You might not like muscles, but it's true that you like exercise, isn't it? Or rather than exercise...."
I thrust my fist toward the sky.
"Did you learn martial arts?"
"...I don't know whether to call you observant, or say that you noticed this quickly because you're a pervert."
Leticia lamented, as if dumbfounded.
"...A Heavenly Demon Saintess also needs the power to protect her own body. It's just that, for me, that happened to be martial arts."
"Wouldn't using a weapon be better?"
"If I imbue my fist with the Heavenly Demon God's Demonic Energy and swing it, that is a weapon."
"That's true."
Where else would you find power as strong as the fist of the Heavenly Demon God?
"Well, all right. I'll gradually get to know your tastes as we go, and...."
I pointed at Sharia, who was running out from inside.
"...A dress?"
She had already changed into a pure white dress, and in her hands was holding a black cloth.
"Master, will this do?"
"An excellent choice."
A black see-through dress.
I lavished praise and applause on Sharia for choosing a dress that revealed all of her underwear.
"Change into this, and let's have a light glass of wine."
"...Just one glass?"
"One bottle... no, as you wish."
I took Leticia's hand and led her inside.
Saaaa.
As the polymorph was released, Leticia returned to her original blonde hair and golden eyes, accepted my escort, and stepped into the villa.
"After you've changed into the dress, come to the banquet hall with Sharia. Sharia, help Leticia get changed. I'll go ahead and prepare."
"Prepare?"
"Yes. It seems Heavenly Demon Saintess is thirsty for alcohol, so I should bring out the finest liquor."
As the saying went:
A woman drunk on alcohol.
I'd already gotten to come once against her thighs....
'Could this be it?'
Could that have been the day history was written?
I simply couldn't hide my shady anticipation.
* * *
"It's really beautiful...."
At Sharia's admiring remark from behind, Leticia felt embarrassed for no reason.
"Thank you, Sharia."
"It's okay to call me Ria. I can call you Sia too, right?"
"Yes, of course."
Her counterpart, Sharia, was an existence different from herself in many ways.
A woman who appeared to have no title at all compared to her own position as Heavenly Demon Saintess.
Her behavior definitely had traces of having once been a noble, but since she didn't use a family name, she seemed to be a fallen noble or a woman whose family name had been stripped due to treason or the like.
And if they fought, a woman Leticia could defeat with overwhelming combat power.
In many ways, comparing Sharia and Leticia, there were only two factors in which Sharia could win.
One was her chest.
When she'd seen it before, it had been hidden by a dress and not clearly visible, but now that she was wearing a white dress that plainly revealed her chest, its monstrousness was laid bare.
She didn't have a small chest herself—rather, she was proud that it was quite large—but compared to Sharia's reality, it was far smaller.
And the other factor was....
"Ria. Can I ask one thing?"
"Yes, as much as you like."
"...Sex with that man, does it really feel that good?"
"It does."
Sharia answered without hesitation, like a knife.
"Setting aside how I was able to grow through my relationship with Master, the relationship formed as one man and one woman is also truly wonderful."
Sharia smiled gently, as if the mere imagination delighted her.
"He's the one who taught me what a woman's happiness is. I would personally recommend it—if your first time is with Master, you'll surely feel a happiness as a woman that you could never feel from anyone else in your life."
"...That's a lie."
"Maybe so. I've never even held hands with a man other than Master, after all. Shall we go?"
Sharia took the hand of Leticia, who had been examining every corner of her own dress, and headed toward the banquet hall.
"I've been waiting."
There was a man there, having changed into a suit.
Wine and glasses were placed at the seats prepared for the two women, and Sharia sat down immediately, as if drawn by the aroma of the wine.
"30-Year-Old Noverpia. There's both red and white, so savor it slowly."
"......That's absurd."
Leticia's hands and feet began trembling like an aspen.
"It's a national-treasure-grade liquor!"
"That's right. On a joyful day like today, isn't opening something like this the least we should do?"
"Th-this is absurd. A 30-year vintage is a drink that even ordinary kingdoms might manage to open once a year, if at all...."
"So, will you not drink it?"
"N-no, it's not that I won't drink it...."
Leticia carefully took her empty seat.
"...F-first, just one glass...?"
Glug-glug.
Leticia took a light sip.
"......A-another glass to celebrate the eight-way...?"
And continued.
And continued.
She downed the wine one glass after another.
And then.
"...Huh?"
When she came to her senses, she was stark naked and straddling the man on top of him.
"......Huh?"
Along with a hot, hard sensation she felt in her belly.