The Three-Month Contract
Seona felt a deep guilt over what he had just done.
It had been an act—a performance staged to betray Yurin—but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had gone too far.
Still, that behavior seemed to have pleased Miel.
Showing Miel that he would not treat Yurin kindly had been a significant gain as well.
He needed Yurin to believe, thoroughly and without question, that he was a traitor.
That was the only way she could survive.
Someday, when she was sent out of the Gate alive, she needed to resent him—so that she could find someone better than a man like him.
So he had to become the villain.
He had to make it impossible for her to think of him as a lover any longer.
That was the answer Seona had settled on.
Miel felt a chill run through her at the sight of Seona just now.
It was the complete opposite of the devotion he had once shown that woman. No one could have watched him act as if he were a different person without being shocked.
But on the other hand, she felt relieved.
She had seen that devotion—once directed at that woman—now turned entirely toward herself. Seona, who had become completely hers, even felt lovable.
Of course, there had been some improvisation mixed in, so the performance hadn't been entirely seamless. But just seeing him look as if he had sorted out his feelings was enough to satisfy her.
Now that they had slept together once, she felt like she could tangle bodies with him every single day.
And as for that woman Seona had discarded and broken...
She decided to let her live.
Listening to what Seona had said, in a way, wasn't that woman a benefactor who had brought Seona to her? Besides, when that bitch had stared at them so intently while they had sex, the gaze had sent a tingling pleasure through her entire body.
The fact that the audience to her and Seona's sex was Seona's ex-girlfriend was deeply satisfying. Even if that woman and Seona were to have an affair, she was confident she could snatch him back. That woman looked utterly useless as a female, after all.
She hadn't seen it herself, but according to Seona's words—which had carried genuine feeling—the woman had the pathetic sexual skills of a low-ranking demon. And sucking on her pussy? Completely disqualified as a female.
Having her pussy cleaned by such an inferior creature instead of Seona left her feeling filthy, but the way that woman had suffered earlier had been so entertaining that she was inclined to make her clean often. She was a toy that satisfied her sadistic urges that well.
They had played enough for today.
She needed a way to keep that woman from killing herself, and she pondered what methods might work. Several good ideas came to mind. She picked the most entertaining one and began waiting for the woman to wake up.
The moment Yurin woke, Miel spoke first.
"Hey, human female. Want to make a fun little bet?"
"..."
Yurin didn't seem to hear the words at all. Like a corpse, her eyes dead, she didn't even answer.
"Just listen for a second. It's a condition related to Seona—you'll like it."
"What is it...."
Yurin asked in a dying voice. Mentioning Seona's name seemed to spark a little interest.
"If you win, I'll release Seona's brainwashing. But if you lose, you'll never see Seona again. How about it?"
The light returned to Yurin's dead expression.
Of course—Seona would never have betrayed her of his own free will. It had to be the succubus controlling his mind. A person changing overnight simply didn't make sense.
Without knowing the real truth, Yurin accepted the condition.
"Hah... I'll do it.. What do I have to do?"
Miel said with a vile smile.
"It's nothing special. Just clean up after Seona finishes inside me. Do it properly for three months, and I'll undo Seona's brainwashing."
"I'll do it..."
Yurin said with a dying but confident voice, as if that much was obviously doable.
Yurin felt uneasy at the succubus who kept laughing as if something were so amusing.
Of course, he hadn't been brainwashed.
Miel's scheme was plain as day to his eyes. If she cleaned for three months like that, Miel would claim some day hadn't been done properly, call it void, and extend the contract again. That much was obvious.
Yurin would do anything to free him from the brainwashing she believed he was under. It was as if Miel knew Yurin perfectly.
Along with that absurd thought, he felt something dissonant stir in his heart.
Time passed, and eventually—
It was the final day of Yurin's cleaning service.
Having sex with Miel in front of Yurin had been far too enjoyable. Perhaps thanks to the amplified pleasure, even if he brought back every memory of sex with Yurin, he could never have obtained pleasure like this.
Come to think of it, all the sex with Yurin had been violent—so it must have been overflowing with nothing but pain. He smiled bitterly, recalling the bad memories with Yurin.
As always, Miel was dripping the semen she had received from him today between her thighs. Without even being called, Yurin approached with an expression that said it was a waste for the semen to fall to the ground—like bringing her mouth to a beer glass about to overflow with foam. She pressed her mouth to Miel's pussy and began sucking out his semen.
"Haa... haa..."
Still lingering from their lovemaking, Miel was feeling it as she received Yurin's service. A rather intense pleasure was transmitted to him as well. It was something that happened because they shared pleasure ever since the Yin Crest had formed.
He understood why Miel kept wanting Yurin to perform cleaning service—even though he hadn't experienced it directly himself. The exquisite tongue work felt so good it made the whole body flinch. He, too, twitched and felt that pleasure whenever Miel did.
Miel seemed intent on using Yurin as a cleaning-service slave from now on.
When the extremely thorough cleaning service ended, Miel threw food, water, and a towel to Yurin with a satisfied expression, then took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom.
Yurin was no longer being kept in the basement—she was being raised in Miel's bedroom. After Miel and he washed, it would be Yurin's turn to wash next.
But while washing in the bathroom, Miel stopped mid-way and said,
"Hnn... look, semen is still coming out from inside. Looks like the cleaning service failed?"
The semen floating on the water was the evidence.
Ah... never seeing Yurin again must mean she intends to kill her. He was debating whether to beg for Yurin's life once more.
As if reading that, Miel looked at Seona and said,
"Hah... Seona. Don't worry, I won't kill her. I'm just going to open a Gate and send her back to Earth. Even like this, never seeing her again is the same, right?"
"Huh?"
Utterly shocked, Seona looked at Miel.
"No matter what, there's no way I wouldn't figure out what you were thinking after three months. At first I almost fell for it too—with that whole performance and everything."
Seona didn't want her to see his face turning red with embarrassment that his act had been found out.
"I understand your feelings well. Tomorrow let's go to the Gate together. You should see her final appearance when we send Yurin to Earth, right?"
"Thank you... Thank you so much, Miel.... I love you..."
"I love you too, Seona..."
The two embraced as if confirming each other's hearts, feeling each other's body heat. Seona was so happy in this time spent with Miel.
The succubus Miel approached the Gate, bringing Yurin and Seona with her. It was set up so that it would activate once she poured in her magic power.
Miel gave Seona time to reconcile with Yurin. More precisely, she said it was fine for him to comfort Yurin, who had been wounded by that business all this time.
"Yurin... I'm sorry... I was worried about what might happen to you."
"Still, I'm really glad... Seona, that the brainwashing was lifted..."
When he no longer continued the act, Yurin seemed to have misunderstood.
"Yurin, the truth is I wasn't brainwashed. I was just acting. Miel threatened me..."
"Seona... what kind of person is that succubus Miel to you?"
Yurin asked as if this were their final conversation before she left.
"She's a very kind and good demon who thinks of me. She's also my wife."
Seona said exactly what he felt.
"I see."
Yurin made a subtle expression, then it shifted into something bitter. It wasn't the answer she had wanted, apparently.
Yurin spoke quietly.
"Isn't it strange that that kind and good wife threatened her husband?"
The dissonance that had been spreading through his chest. Seona felt something wrong inside. He no longer wanted to listen to Yurin's absurd insistence. He wanted to go to Miel's side. He wanted to be held in Miel's arms, more addictive than any drug.
"Seona. You're still brainwashed."
She kept saying things that denied him and Miel.
"That's not true. Yurin, you're just too obsessed with me. I'm fine. There's no reason for Miel to do that to me. It's just that because of the Yin Crest, we look like the ideal couple to each other."
"Then do you remember the day we first met Miel?"
"Of course I remember. You offered me to Miel, didn't you? That's why I gradually came to dislike you."
Wait? That's not right...
Something felt off.
The identity of that dissonance that had been continuously felt in Seona's chest began to slowly rise toward the surface of his unconscious.