Succubus Miel (3)
Every time that male looked after her woman, Miel felt something strange stir inside her.
The same male who had been licking her cunt only moments before was now fussing over another woman, and it made her furious. Watching a woman weaker than herself — plainer, too — soak up that male's attention made her chest tighten painfully.
Human males were supposed to be self-centered and selfish, content to receive a woman's care and protection. But this one was different. Special, somehow.
Maybe that was why a thought flickered through her mind — that she wanted his attention turned on her.
No. That was absurd.
Impossible. Wanting the attention of an inferior species like that? She had to be losing her mind.
It was only because she had realized how extraordinarily useful he was as a tool — that was all. She simply needed to handle him with a little more care. He was a treasure that would bring her money and renown, nothing more. Not something worth pouring feelings into.
She stared at the male's back as he tended to the other woman, then the rage surging up inside her became too much to contain. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her as hard as she could — loud enough that they would hear it.
"Haa… I must have gotten overexcited about such a valuable piece of merchandise. For me to even think something like that…"
She was just worn out from the rush of excitement. Two days ago she had nearly died, lost every one of her subordinates, and been scolded by her mother. Of course her mental state was unstable.
"I should just go get some sleep…"
With that, Miel returned to her own room, flopped face-down onto the bed, and closed her eyes.
The next day.
She had tried to sleep the night before, but she hadn't managed a single wink. That strange thought kept swirling through her head, and even now her heart was still racing.
She gathered the patrons she had summoned and entered the room once more. Perhaps because she had explained things so thoroughly to the male the day before, he seemed to have accepted this as his daily routine.
Thinking that it was fine to feel a little attachment toward a tool that only needed to earn her money, she laid him down again, flattered her patrons, and let them sample him.
Just like yesterday, the male screamed as he was violated — and he accepted it. But something about the sight felt different from the day before.
Something was boiling up from deep inside her own heart. Anger rose for no reason at all — the same kind of desperate, aching fury as that human female who kept crying out the male's name.
This was a lie. It had to be. She needed to erase this false feeling as quickly as possible. If she treated that male more cruelly, the false feeling would disappear.
"How about we try having him taken continuously this time — no rest periods?"
She watched the male's face go deathly pale at her words. Without rest, he couldn't heal his body. If he were violated continuously, he could die.
There was no need to show mercy to an inferior species. Treating him this way was correct. And she would earn even more money that way.
"He might break. You sure about that?" an ogre who looked to be fifth-generation asked.
"Of course. The more we do in a short time, the more we earn. Besides, that seed-spreader can recover on his own as long as he doesn't die — so this is probably how it should have been done from the start."
Now the male would be violated without mercy. No rest. Continuously, until he was ruined.
The demons who had come to sample the male didn't mind. They weren't paying extra, and they got to play more thoroughly — no loss to them. The owner had given permission. Who was going to stop them?
As if that logic were the most natural thing in the world, the demons took the seed-spreader harder and more violently, giving him no time to rest.
"Nngh—aaaaah! Uwaaaaaaah! Hiiik… hiiik… Aaaaaaagh!"
The seed-spreader let out howls the likes of which they had never heard — dying screams.
A sudden pain bloomed in Miel's chest.
She had thought that watching him get violated to the brink of death — that pathetic, ridiculous sight — would erase this false feeling.
It didn't.
The pain in her chest only grew worse.
Without realizing it, Miel snarled and barked out a command in a threatening voice:
"Stop!!"
The sheer volume of her own shout startled even her as she threatened the patrons.
"We'll end it here for today. I'll give a full refund to anyone who didn't get their turn."
"What kind of nonsense is that?! Owner or not, a contract is a contract! If you don't honor it, we might just go public about that male! You know perfectly well a little brat like you has no business owning something like him!"
"Kh…"
They were right. If she broke the contract, they would break theirs too. The agreement stated that she would provide the male, they would pay, and they would keep absolute secrecy about him.
"Then… each of you takes him one more time, and we keep the rest periods as they were."
Miel had no choice but to compromise. For some reason, every time that seed-spreader was violated, pain bloomed in her chest — so this was the only option left.
Since the conditions were the same as when they had first entered the room, the patrons agreed to the revised terms.
And once again, the seed-spreader began to be violated.
Today she had brought twice as many patrons as yesterday, so it didn't finish quickly the way it had before. The thought of savoring the male's service herself kept circling through her mind, but the contract was more important.
Once today's contract was finished, she wouldn't take any reservations for tomorrow. Between the two patronage sessions, she had already raised enough money to easily hire about seventy orc mercenaries. With that capital, she would gather the forces she needed for another expedition and plunder Earth's resources.
This was all for money, after all. She told herself that as long as she earned a lot of it — by any means necessary — that was enough.
"So today's work is over?"
Seona had heard the succubus issue that merciless order earlier — then urgently call for them to stop. The question why? filled her mind.
Should I ask what that was about?
But what if she gets angry?
Thoughts crossed and collided — and then the succubus spoke. The chance to ask had already vanished.
"Time to earn your keep, isn't it? Serve me like yesterday. You can do something that feels even better, if you want."
"Something that feels even better" meant having sex with the succubus, just as she'd said the day before. That was the one thing he absolutely could not do.
Behind him, gagged, Yurin was staring at him with jealousy exploding in her eyes. He had thought the comfort he'd given her yesterday might have settled her heart — but if anything, her obsession seemed even stronger now.
If things continued like this, the succubus might lose patience with Yurin's defiance and kill her.
Please… just stay alive.
He already knew the succubus enjoyed using him to make Yurin's jealousy detonate — he had seen it yesterday. But even that would only last for a while. Fun never stayed fun forever.
Once she gets bored, she'll dispose of Yurin without a second thought.
What was certain was that he was necessary to that succubus — and Yurin was nothing more than an accessory. To keep the succubus from changing her mind, to keep her from trying to kill Yurin… he had no choice but to do his absolute best.
Even if that meant betraying Yurin…
Watching the seed-spreader lick her cunt, Miel felt something almost adorable about the sight — and yet it left her unsatisfied. It was similar to yesterday, but somehow hollow.
Her gaze began drifting toward the seed-spreader's cock, standing stiff and ready. Ordinarily she would have kept tormenting the woman tied up over there — but strangely, hot, excited moans started spilling from her own mouth. She felt like she had become a premature, oversensitive cunt. She never expected to feel this much from so little.
Even when she masturbated, she never felt stimulation this intense. And yet, even with greater stimulation than her usual self-pleasure, it was hollow. She wanted greater pleasure still.
Her eyes kept locking onto the seed-spreader's cock. But something in her heart balked at forcing him. A thought that she must not take him like this. It was probably a succubus's pride.
A high-ranking demon — a succubus who seduced males — wanting to claim a seed-spreader herself? Preposterous. The proper way was to make that male beg, break him into submission, wait until he pleaded with his own mouth to be taken — and then violate him without mercy. She had that much confidence in her own beauty. Anything less wouldn't even be fun.
With that thought, she stopped the seed-spreader's service. Her body had grown so heated that she had let him serve her longer than usual today. Yesterday, thirty minutes of service had left her satisfied. Today, even with greater pleasure, she had taken two full hours. Her heated body must have simply wanted the service to last longer. After all, there had been twice as many patrons today. Watching the seed-spreader get violated for so much longer must have made her own arousal that much stronger.
"Time for your reward, then?"
Miel opened the door and went out, returning with bread, water, and wet towels. Five loaves of bread, a bucket full of water, and two wet towels.
Yesterday he had received half a piece of bread and hadn't even taken a single bite himself — he might fall apart at this rate, so she brought a more generous amount. The full bucket of water was in case the seed-spreader choked on the bread and died. He was an important piece of merchandise; he needed to be handled carefully.
And the reason there were two wet towels instead of one like yesterday… if he used the same towel as that filthy female and their scents mixed, it would be revolting.
Anyway… that was the right call. No — it was the right call.
Miel tried to leave the room quickly. She didn't want to watch the seed-spreader feed bread to his female. The sight of worthless things wrapping themselves around each other would only irritate her. There was no need to waste her emotions on tools like that — so she reached for the doorknob to leave.
That was when she heard the seed-spreader's voice behind her.
"Thank you… I'll eat well."
A word of thanks she hadn't heard yesterday. Strangely, the corners of Miel's mouth lifted. The pain in her chest intensified.
Afraid that turning around would let them see this strange expression, she yanked the door open and slammed it shut as loudly as she could.
But her feet wouldn't move. She was certain that the moment she was out of sight, the seed-spreader and the human female would start cursing her behind her back. She pressed her ear to the door and listened.
If either of them so much as utters a single insult about me, I'll tear off one of their limbs.
"Seona… that fucking bitch was weird today. It was like she was after you…"
The human female referred to her with a curse mixed in, describing Miel's behavior that day. A worthless piece of trash daring to observe and evaluate the actions of a high-ranking demon? She would go in right now and cut off all four of her limbs.
The rage was so enormous she was about to act on the thought immediately — her hand closed on the doorknob.
Then:
"There's no way. She calls me a seed-spreader. You can see she treats me like an object. That doesn't make any sense."
…
The seed-spreader's words drove straight into her chest. The pain was unbearable. Listening to him speak, she felt as if a hole had been punched clean through her heart. She didn't understand what this feeling was, and the irritation made her slam her fist against the door with a loud bang.
It was an unconscious act — but the effect was immediate. Both of them realized Miel had been listening outside and fell silent.
Miel was satisfied that their conversation had been cut off, that they were no longer talking to each other. She started back toward her own room.
Her steps felt light — and yet the seed-spreader's words kept circling through her mind.
It seemed she wouldn't be able to sleep properly tonight, either.