Severance of Pleasure (3)
Yurin was sneering at Miel.
She had decided that if she could not become like Miel, she would simply make Miel become like her.
That was why she had exploited Miel's jealousy—and the method seemed to have worked, at least to some degree.
Yurin's gaze drifted once more to the Yin Crest on Seona's lower abdomen.
Even if she managed to remove the crest from his body, she had no idea whether his memories could be restored. If anything, she had come to believe restoration was impossible.
Even if Miel and the Yin Crest both vanished, Seona—who thought of Miel as his wife—would never belong to her. That much was certain.
This was the only way Seona could become hers.
Even if she shattered his mind completely and turned him into a doll. Even if he became tattered and broken, even if he went mad and became an idiot—
She would keep him with her forever.
In Yurin's own mind, that was her atonement for Seona.
Seona, ruined because of her.
Yurin's eyes were filled with the obsessive clinginess of a child who could not put down a broken toy.
She might end up loving only his body. Even if Seona became nothing more than a meat puppet incapable of thought, having him in her arms was enough.
No—he had to stay in her arms and nowhere else.
For Yurin, there was no other path left.
This time, the mark on his body seemed to be working properly. The pleasure was amplified, and he could feel big sister Miel clearly.
Once their coupling ended, Seona focused on recovering his body.
But something was different today.
This was not the gentle big sister Miel he knew.
The same savagery from yesterday was there again. In the way she devoured him with mad intensity, there was even a stubborn relentlessness.
Thinking of big sister Miel consuming him as if she had no time to spare, a dull ache began to build in his head.
And before his healing ability could restore his body—
"Big sister Miel" brought her hips down again.
His cock was already swollen an angry red when she suddenly seized it and guided it into her hole.
But something felt off this time.
A subtle difference from the hole before. His cock hurt so badly from being milked for so long that he couldn't feel properly—maybe it was just his imagination.
And yet.
Why wasn't the pleasure from his Yin Crest hitting as hard as usual?
"Hngh… stop… noona, what are you doing. Aah… it hurts, stop."
"…"
But big sister Miel said nothing.
As if determined to vent her violent lust on his body alone, she simply kept slamming her hips against him.
"Ah-ah-ah!… I don't know what's going on, hngh… but I'm sorry… please stop!"
A cock right after climax was far too sensitive to endure that savagery.
In the end, Seona spilled tears from both ends.
That sense of wrongness—something was different—spread through Seona's mind.
The unpleasant fantasy that had crossed his mind during yesterday's act…
That was the true identity of the dissonance he was feeling.
"I don't want this, stop… stop!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Seona cried out in pain.
He wanted to tear off the blindfold and confirm what this wrongness was, but his hands were bound behind his back—impossible.
When he twisted his body this way and that, he felt a palm pressing hard against him.
A sensation he had felt somewhere before.
If this continued, the torment would never end.
At last, Seona broke down crying.
"I don't want any more… I don't want to feel good. It hurts… I don't want to do this with noona anymore… hhhhk…."
As Seona began to sob, he felt a hand reach toward his blindfold.
When Seona started crying, Yurin steeled herself.
She confirmed once more that the pain, pleasure, and sorrow Seona displayed were emotions only she was free to command as she pleased.
Miel merely manipulated Seona's memories.
All she ever showed him was pleasure and kindness.
That was all.
A coward who never threw her entire self into the collision.
That was why Yurin knew full well that Miel would never make Seona hurt, or grieve, or suffer like this.
A hypocrite who only wanted Seona's heart.
Even if the Seona she loved hated her for it—only someone who could throw everything she had into the clash could receive all of him. That was how Yurin felt about Seona.
And she pulled the blindfold off.
Seona's face was contorted with pain, the question Why? written across his features.
The moment Miel's lie was exposed—the moment it became clear she had handed Seona's body over to her—but.
Miel, overwhelmed by the mad pain and pleasure Yurin had inflicted on Seona through the Yin Crest's influence, looked unable to endure the sensation.
She was currently sprawled out beside the bed.
The bitch who had called Seona her male couldn't even protect what was hers, lying there like that—it made Yurin furious.
Come to think of it, it had been the same the day she brought the two of them home.
If she hadn't been there to protect him in front of the Gate that day, Seona would have been violated senseless by those two succubi.
What value did a woman have if she couldn't protect what was hers?
Having felt that for a full year, she knew it better than anyone.
Before Seona could clutch his head and start suffering—
Yurin pulled out the anesthetic and a handkerchief, soaked it thoroughly, and covered his airways.
Before long, Seona's body went limp and he passed out.
There was something lovely about that face stained with pain and tears.
Every time Seona made that expression, she felt the pleasure of dominating him.
It had been so long since she last felt that.
Leaving the sprawled-out Miel behind, she carried Seona to the bathroom.
Just as she always had.
As if washing a toy after using it…
When that mad bitch started violating Seona again, Miel thrashed in unbearable agony.
Barely any time had passed since she and Seona had finished, and Seona hadn't even recovered—yet the woman simply raped him for her own lust.
Suffocating, nearly impossible to endure—pain and pleasure crashed over her body.
The Yin Crest could locate where a loved one felt pleasure, which made it extremely convenient during sex.
But right now, that Yin Crest felt like a curse.
As Seona's maddening pain and pleasure spread through her body, she couldn't hold on.
She tried to move to stop it, but the assault only grew more vicious.
Stifling the moans that barely escaped, she rolled around trying to escape the pleasure and pain—
When Yurin tore off Seona's blindfold.
Ah….
Seona's mind would shatter again now.
She thought there was no going back.
But then Yurin covered Seona's nose and mouth with the handkerchief.
And Seona's body went limp.
Yurin's cold gaze flicked toward her once, then returned to Seona with a sadistic expression—
And she left Miel behind, carrying Seona to the bathroom.
Once the three-person ordeal of painful sex was over, the tension drained from Miel's body.
She passed out on the spot.
Three days later.
Miel opened her eyes around noon.
The sun had been beating down on the ground for quite some time.
Waking near lunchtime, Miel could only cry.
The pain and pleasure still lingering in her body were so extreme she didn't even have the strength to move.
After Yurin had knocked Seona out with the anesthetic and freely violated him, the shared pleasure and pain through the Yin Crest had left Miel's body and mind in ruins.
Her whole body trembled as if she were being violated by Yurin herself.
But she realized one thing.
There was no presence of anyone else in the house.
She realized Seona and Yurin were gone.
She had always thought she could endure this situation because of the conversations she shared with Seona whenever Yurin went out.
The one who comforted her was gone.
But even realizing that, there was nothing she could do.
The collar around her neck.
The ever-visible view of the bathroom interior.
She could only pray that Seona would return safely.
Yurin arrived at the Center carrying a very large suitcase.
She felt other people's eyes on her, but—
Everyone knew full well that she was a staff officer in the expedition force and the daughter of the Hwaryong Guild's representative.
Because the suitcase had a sticker that read Caution: Adult Products, people only glanced once and then looked away as if there was no need to check further.
A woman who had made a reservation to visit the succubus again today had shown up with a suitcase labeled Caution: Adult Products—
So they simply assumed she was bringing adult products because the succubus wanted them.
Faced with a situation that would be mutually embarrassing, they didn't even conduct a search.
They might have asked what was inside the suitcase, but the moment the search officers saw the warning sticker, they didn't even open their mouths.
"Hmm… hmm… All right, you may go in now."
Yurin thought to herself that she hadn't lied.
What was inside truly was her personal adult product, after all.
The succubus, a headset draped around her neck, stared at the unconscious Seona's body as if she wanted to lick him.
As promised, when Yurin brought Seona to the place where the succubus was confined, the succubus told her to come in, stopped the mouse-clicking she had been doing, and told her to take out what was in the suitcase.
After watching for a long while, she spoke.
"I think this is doable."
When the succubus suddenly looked at Seona as if licking him with her eyes and said it seemed possible, Yurin's mood started to sour.
Was this one of those "it's possible" types?
"Doable? What's doable?"
"Erasing the Yin Crest."
Maybe she'd spent so long with Seona that her head was full of nothing but that.
With a self-reproach to exercise a little more restraint, she started listening to the succubus again.
"Looking at it, this Yin Crest design seems to be from the Arandel family among the noble succubi? Originally, succubi of the same clan inherit patterns derived from their mother, so I can tell. See here—the wing shape rises upward, and the heart is a bit pointed."
But when Yurin compared the shape of Seona's Yin Crest to the one the succubus was describing, they looked the same to her.
Everything looked identical—what was supposed to be different? As she made that face, the succubus said:
"Other demonkin can't tell the difference either. Only succubi can distinguish them."
Hearing the succubus's explanation, Yurin thought it sounded like something an expert would say.
She couldn't understand it herself, but she got the sense of someone reasonably well-versed.
"First, I need to use magic to analyze the Yin Crest's pattern. To do that, you'll have to personally deactivate the mana interference device…"
The succubus gauged Yurin's expression carefully.
No matter how casually they were talking, asking a prisoner to unlock her own restraints seemed a bit much—she seemed to sense that.
"If I deactivate it, the kill team might show up…"
The succubus spoke as if she were afraid.
Yurin nodded once and deactivated the mana interference device.
"Thanks for trusting me… First, let me take a look at the condition."
The succubus thanked Yurin for trusting her, then placed her hand on Seona's lower abdomen to do what she needed to do.
"I should be the one thanking you."
Honestly, she had promised to give the succubus a human partner, but there was no telling when that promise would be fulfilled.
This succubus was a benefactor to Yurin.
The benefactor who would free Seona from that filthy Miel's clutches.
That was how she should have thought of it.
And light burst from the succubus's hand.
Yurin already knew about this through Miel, so watching magic being cast wasn't new to her.
And when the light faded as if the magic was complete—
The two figures before her eyes vanished.
Yurin had been scammed right under her nose.