Succubus Miel (5)
It had already been six days since they were trapped in this place.
Other unknown monsters no longer entered the room, yet that detestable succubus bitch still came every single day, tormenting Seona several times over.
The way she looked at him while she did it felt anything but ordinary.
I had a fair idea what it meant.
There was no man as fine as Seona anywhere you could search in the world…
But there was no forgetting what that monster had done to us.
Seona would not have forgotten either.
Those revolting, filthy, shameful moments…
The trash bitch who had caused it all—the one who had let other monsters rape Seona until he nearly died—had even stopped calling him seed-spreader and now spoke to him with sickening affection under the name “Seona.” It was enough to turn the stomach.
Dirty bitch. Detestable bitch. Bitch I’d chew to pieces.
If we ever got free, reckless or not, I wanted to tear her body apart and kill her.
Her endless efforts to make Seona her own would come to nothing in the end.
On the first day of captivity I had confirmed the feelings Seona held for me.
His body might have been passed around, but his heart was mine. That much was certain.
Yes… it had to be…
Miel had not been selling Seona’s body for money.
With only two sponsorships she had already secured a fortune large enough to expand her forces more than fivefold.
Even hiring mercenaries alone would have been possible with that sum.
For a while she would not have to worry about money at all.
She stopped despite the easy profit because, when she considered the true value of the item she now possessed, that amount felt cheap.
Or so she told herself.
From her experience, a human male’s body and mind broke easily.
Seona’s body could heal itself, but his mind could not.
To recondition such a valuable possession, his mind needed to remain intact.
So she simply told herself she was taking a short break from work to care for his mental state.
“Seona? Do you need anything?”
“Well… Yurin’s condition hasn’t been good lately… her period… I mean, could you bring a warm wet towel and one clean cloth?”
Miel needed to grow closer to this male if she was going to mend his mind, so she intended to win his goodwill by fetching whatever he asked for.
Yet no matter how carefully she listened, it was never something he wanted for himself.
Even after everything that had happened, whenever she offered to bring him something he always put that woman’s needs first.
It was irritating.
She could not understand why he kept protecting her.
The reason the sponsors had raped him so savagely after they were locked away was partly because that woman had killed Miel’s subordinates and kept spouting filth.
The male in front of her still did not know that, and remained devoted.
Why did he keep giving everything to that woman?
If he became mine, would he ever show me the same devotion?
She did not hold high hopes.
He was only a human male, after all.
“I told you to say what you need. Fine, whatever. Seona, you owe me another debt.”
“I’m sorry. Please.”
The word “please” put Miel in a good mood. She left the room with light steps.
The moment she was gone, Yurin made muffled sounds through the gag and jerked her chin, begging to be freed.
Seona removed the gag from her mouth.
“Hoo… haah… I can breathe again. Seona. Do it once before that bitch comes back… Just the tip is fine… Please, just once.”
Fluid kept leaking steadily between her legs.
Yurin’s pants were so dark it was hard to tell they were soaked.
“What if Miel suddenly comes back…”
Yurin’s eyes flashed like axe blades as she glared at him.
“Miel? When it’s just the two of us you call her trash bitch, rotten bitch, or dog-cunt bitch. I told you that.”
For days that rotten bitch had been calling Seona by name and forcing him to address her as Miel instead of “succubus.”
Hearing that name leave Seona’s lips was pure torment, so Yurin had ordered him to use trash bitch, rotten bitch, or dog-cunt bitch whenever they were alone.
When she snapped at him in fury, Seona admitted the slip.
Instead of apologizing he decided to show sincerity.
“Okay… but Yurin, you’re… on your period. Just a little… only a little…”
Seona pulled her pants down.
A lewd, metallic scent rose.
He moved closer and brought his rigidly erect cock against her waist.
Yurin could not hold back; she dropped her hips and swallowed him in one swift motion.
Her arms were bound, but her legs were free, so the movement was possible.
As she rocked her hips up and down, moans spilled from both their mouths.
With her arms tied she had not been able to have satisfying sex for days; even this felt like gulping seawater in a drought and only made her thirstier.
Unable to find release, her body burned hotter every day until she felt she would go mad.
On top of that the succubus kept taking Seona away for blowjobs, and jealousy made her want to claim him herself.
She had to push the furious thought aside for now.
Footsteps and a presence approached the door.
In the sudden urgency Seona pulled out of Yurin.
Neither of them had anticipated what came next.
Yurin’s period.
Menstrual blood coated Seona’s cock thickly.
There was nothing nearby to wipe it clean.
Both of them froze, helpless.
Miel returned in high spirits, carrying the things Seona had asked for.
With this, Seona would owe her one more debt of gratitude; the thought lightened her steps.
If she kept this up, perhaps he would come to like her more than that female.
Killing the female outright would only make Seona resent her.
But if he saw that powerless, insect-like female every day while watching Miel’s greater strength and the care she showed him, his heart would gradually tilt toward her.
Time was plentiful; she could wait until it happened.
Until she opened the door.
The moment Miel opened it, something felt wrong.
It was the same fishy smell she had known during “business.”
When she stepped inside, a ripple of shock ran through her.
A flushed male and female stood there.
Red was smeared thickly across the male’s cock.
The items in her hands.
The red on his cock.
Understanding what it meant was not difficult.
Deciding what to do next was not difficult either.
That female had clearly seduced him.
“Ha… I was trying to go easy on this fucking bitch for Seona’s sake, and she’s pulling this shit?”
Miel lengthened her nails and lunged at Yurin.
Without the slightest hesitation she drove them in.
Seona threw himself around Yurin, shielding her.
The nails sank into the arm he had wrapped around Yurin’s throat.
“Please… I’m sorry. I’ll do everything you want. Anything… just spare her.”
“I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard that. It’s no good anymore.”
There was something Miel had wanted to do for a long time.
She had no need of a partner.
But if she left such a valuable item unclaimed and this secret room was ever discovered, it would be taken from her without question.
So she chose the method of carving her name onto the item itself.
That method was simple.
She would carve the Yin Crest—the mark meant for a partner—onto this male and prove he was her property.
She had no other male to brand anyway.
Carving it onto Seona, the most valuable thing she possessed, seemed perfect.
To her it was nothing more than creating a “safe asset.”
“Seona. Go over there and lie down with your belly facing the ceiling.”
The Yin Crest was carved on the lower abdomen, so he had to lie in the position used for sex.
Yurin was already gagged again; Seona had replaced it before Miel returned.
Seeing the posture, Yurin misunderstood completely and thrashed wildly, muffled screams tearing at the gag.
The thought that a monster who had never once raped Seona was about to claim him because of the mistake she had just made drove her to the edge of madness.
Veins stood out on her neck; blood raced through her body and adrenaline surged.
But the action the succubus took as she approached the lying Seona was nothing like what Yurin expected.
Miel knelt politely on one knee and lengthened the nails of one hand.
Then she brought them to his lower abdomen.
Yurin thought the rotten bitch meant to kill him and struggled even harder.
Slowly the succubus began to scrape the surface of Seona’s belly with her nails.
Where the skin was scored, a soft pink light began to flow—the same color as the tattoo on the succubus’s own exposed lower belly.
Unable to hold it back, Seona let sounds escape his mouth.
“Ahh… ahhht… aaat… hhhuhh…”
They were not screams.
They were moans.
Seona had closed his eyes in resignation, certain he was about to be raped again, yet the sudden sensation of nails rubbing across his lower belly felt strange.
The sharp nails should have hurt, yet heat bloomed instead, and pleasure began to rise.
For the first time in his life he was moaning purely from pleasure—not the scream-like sounds forced out of him by violent women.
Watching him, Miel smiled faintly and continued drawing the mark.
Yurin, forced to witness it all, realized something that crushed her.
Seona had never once made sounds like that for her.
And she began to despair.