[Dark Mage's Notes] (Complete)

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Prequel
I. The Wand ace (ace of wands)
My name is Famit? Xiu? Kamu, a dark magician. Perhaps you've heard of me before.
Yes, I am Famit, the one known as "the most lecherous magician in history." But what can I do
? That nickname is just too famous, and it's partly true. As many know,
my profession doesn't belong to the four major categories of dark magic as commonly understood. I am a lewd magician
.
Because of this, no matter what I've done or said, I cannot be accepted by the public. What's worse
, even the Dark Magicians' Association, which is usually regarded as an accomplice of demons by ordinary people, refuses to accept
me. The association's president, Balf, sternly rejected me because my private life is too decadent. What the hell!
When did that old guy who deals with zombies and skeletons all day become a defender of morality? Is he jealous of my
power and my romantic encounters? What's so great about that!
They're just a bunch of guys rummaging through bones in the shadows. Are they that clever? I don't care to associate with them. Power and beauty, I can have as much as I want, except for
the approval of others…
Like now, I've completed another adventure, the Holy King's ring is on my left ring finger, but I only feel tired. Sometimes I wonder, 　　what would my life be like
if I weren't a magician, no, at least not a sorcerer of lust ? 　　 I'm an orphan, raised by a sorcerer who often complains that his name is used 　　to stop crying children who don't want to sleep at night. He says it's a slander against his reputation, and he just 　　thinks he's richer. Countless people, called heroes or warriors, come to 　　defeat him. They come in groups of three or five, approaching my childhood for all sorts of reasons. 　　 He says he found me one day while walking outside the castle, and because he was afraid I'd be eaten by wolves, he 　　brought me back to his castle. I suspected his purpose was to increase his followers. All 　　the wolves in the area were his subordinates. But anyway, I later called him Father. 　　 When I was six, I began learning swordsmanship. My teacher was a very peculiar skeleton with three arms, wielding 　　three swords. He said he was called the Sword Demon, but I thought, why waste such a good name? 　　 Simply put, Sword Skeleton, or even just the abbreviation "S," would be easy to remember. But he was quite skilled with his sword. He 　　taught me his signature move, the "Triple Slash," a technique he'd developed after killing countless swordsmen. He 　　proudly told me that if I studied diligently, I could definitely use it to kill a few as well. 　　 But he eventually gave up. I broke his sword into three pieces, and on the third swing, I struck a rock. So he 　　had to tell my father that I wasn't cut out for swordsmanship. My father wasn't angry; he just had me switch to archery. 　　I studied this technique of secretly killing from afar with great care, and the big monkey who taught me was 　　confident he could teach me his ultimate move, "Five Arrows." It involved firing five arrows at once. Then I 　　changed teachers, and three of those arrows struck my teacher, one pierced a window, and the last 　　shattered a very valuable vase. 　　 Clubs, axes, spears, hand-to-hand combat… I dabbled in almost every martial art for six years, but 　　was forced to abandon them all for one reason or another. My father ultimately concluded that I lacked the talent to be a warrior. 　　But my father didn't give up; his castle couldn't tolerate freeloaders. So, at the age of twelve, I began 　　learning all kinds of magic. 　　 Of course, my father didn't have white magicians under his command; he only had various kinds of black magicians. Black magic 　　required the caster to have a strong body to resist the backlash from powerful offensive spells. Obviously 　　, this training left me with nothing but scars. Several fires and explosions of unknown cause occurred in the castle as a result 　　. My tendency to vomit at the sight of dead people also forced me to stay away from necromancy 　　. 　　 So, at sixteen, I was a poor, unsuccessful person, still just eating and drinking in the castle, watching others 　　fight with the visiting heroes. Finally, my father lost patience. He called me in and regretfully 　　told me that he could only give me one last chance. He took out a very old, yellowed book and threw it at me, telling 　　me that it contained a long-lost dark magic, the origin, power, method of practice 　　, and other background information of which were unknown. 　　 Studying magic alone is always dangerous, so I might die, but if I continued as I was, my only 　　fate would be to become a source of magic for necromancers. My father said he would order his men to give me the necessary 　　help. After thanking my father for his generosity, I returned to my room. 　　 That was the "Book of Lewd Magic" that would later change my life. 　　 II. Wands 2 (two of Wands) 　　 Perhaps because I had long felt that everything I had done in the past was simply a quiet wait for my own death 　　announcement, I didn't think much of the homepage's warning and just smiled and flipped past it. I locked myself in 　　my little room and read it for three days and three nights. Sexual magic originates from the fundamental energy of living beings; it's 　　magic that uses an energy called libido to attack. 　　 This seems good at first glance because this energy, extracted directly from the source of matter, is often quite powerful, and 　　the power that can be developed from oneself and the enemy has no limitations. However, this also means that 　　if not controlled properly, the backlash of magic can be very dangerous. Anyone who has studied magic knows that energy in this world 　　is conserved. Spells cast on enemies will naturally cause the same damage to the caster. 　　 It's just that magicians are used to dealing with this kind of energy and react less, just as those who study poisons 　　always have better resistance to poison, fire magicians always prefer to stay in hotter places to enhance their heat 　　resistance, while dark magicians usually cannot tolerate strong light. Of course, even so, mages often 　　possess strong physiques to endure unimaginable pain. The dangerous consequences of powerful spell backlash...

Examples like this are not unique in the history of magic, even if the caster is a very powerful magician.
I really don't know the power or manner of the backlash from lustful magic, just like I don't understand what "sex" or
"libido" is.
The magic book didn't tell me this, only gave a complicated introduction to various ways of using sexual energy,
and at the end of the spells there were two pages with various incomprehensible gestures and postures, most of which were
two human figures. I don't know what they are for, but I guess they are probably about two-person combined magic. Thinking of
this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly at the two pages that I would use most often later. "No, just reading books like this,
there are too many things I don't understand." The more I thought about it, the less confident I became. I had to go out and try to find some
opportunities for practice. At the very least, I had to understand what sex is? What is lustful magic?
"Alarm?" I heard a harsh shout. It seemed that the busy goddess of fortune was finally beginning to favor
me, the one forgotten in that dark corner called misfortune. For the first time in my life, I found myself enjoying that
jarring tune.
My father forbade those who hadn't finished their studies from going into battle, for it would only lead to pointless deaths, and more importantly
, it would give those heroes unnecessary experience, making them even stronger.
But this attack gave me a chance to put it into practice. I pushed open the tightly sealed door and strolled towards the entrance
. The intruders were a standard four-person unit: a warrior, a mage, a monk, and a knight
—a formation that could attack or defend. They shouted, "Die, you demon!" as they charged forward
. Admittedly, they possessed considerable strength, and their coordination was clearly not as
clumsy as those hastily assembled ragtag armies. But against the seasoned guards of the castle, their strength was simply insufficient
.
The knight in the lead was a handsome young man with elegant swordsmanship and speed.
"He charged too fast," I muttered to myself. Sure enough, he failed to see through the skeleton soldiers' decoy
and was cleverly separated from the main force. He was quickly surrounded by three skeleton soldiers and cleaved into a pulp.
"Brother!" the monk in the group cried out in anguish, quickly chanting a resurrection spell.
"A woman?" I was taken aback. "A resurrection spell can only heal large wounds quickly at best
; it can't actually turn pulp back into a person." I scoffed inwardly. The resurrection spell, of course, didn't work
, but because they had to concentrate on chanting such a mentally and attention-intensive spell, the divine
barrier that had been covering them was significantly weakened. Now, the Dark Guards all rushed in, and the warriors and mages
instantly became like their companion, the knight.
"Stop!" I shouted, "Leave that monk to me; she's material for my magic research." Seeing
that the opportunity I had finally gained was about to vanish again, I couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Do as he says." The voice came from my former swordsmanship teacher, "Sword Demon," who had received
instructions from my father to cooperate with my actions.
"Ah, thank you, teacher." I slowly walked over, and the skeleton soldiers lowered their weapons to
make way for me. The monk was clearly still recovering from her closed-eye contemplation. She just stood there
in astonishment, perhaps wondering how a human could be mixed among demons. I grabbed her hand and led her
back to my room.
III. The Seven of Cups
I made her sit on my bed, the only place in my room where one could sit. All the decorations had
to be looted; that was the rule.
"Oh... hello!" I greeted her woodenly, cursing myself a thousand times over for being
so polite to the fish in my pot. I think my expression must have been exactly like a naive
young man on his first blind date. Of course, in terms of age and experience, there was no difference.
"..." As I expected, she didn't answer me at all.
"Oh, you don't mind if I know your name, do you?" My words betrayed a hint of helplessness.
"I do mind!" The answer was surprisingly straightforward. She suddenly looked up and faced me directly. Only then did I have a chance to see
clearly the girl before me, utterly abandoned by Lady Luck.
After having seen countless stunning beauties, her looks were probably no longer enough to move me.
Especially after just experiencing a battle and losing loved ones in the process. Her face was dusty, and her originally bright
eyes were swollen from crying, but this also added a touch of pitiful tenderness.
"Oh... never mind then." Her staring at me made me somewhat intimidated. If a person's gaze
could kill, I think I would have been torn to pieces by her countless times. "Would you like some water?" I felt
her emotions were too agitated.
"What are you going to do with me? Kill me? Kill me! Let me die with my brother, Roy, Karl, and the others
." Completely ignoring my words, she pressed on.
"Oh? Death? That's probably not an option for now. I'd be in trouble if you died." I realized
how foolish I must have looked trying to appease her.
"Huh? Why?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Demon! What are you planning to do with me? Forget it
! I will never join you demons!"
"What? You've completely misunderstood. I just want to use you as an experiment." I sighed
, wondering if she had been so consumed by grief that she had completely missed my
conversation with my father.
"Demon! I absolutely will not agree!" she spat out angrily through clenched teeth.
"Ah, thank you," I replied, as habitually as if I were being praised as a knight in the human world. "However,
if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I'll be in a really difficult position. Because I might get killed because of it. So
, please, I'm begging you. You have to help me!" Perhaps overwhelmed by her tone,
I, who had been worried about my fate, didn't realize that the initiative didn't seem to be in her hands at all, and habitually used
my most common tone of pleading.
She was clearly stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered: "You killed my brother, Roy, and Karl!"
Her voice sounded like she was about to cry: "Demons! You demons! I will never let you succeed
!"
"Ah? Is that so?" I started to worry: "But? You were the ones who rushed in and
killed everyone in sight without thinking!" I gave up searching for the cup that never existed and couldn't help but say.
"That's because you are demons!" she shouted.
"Huh?" I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"You bunch of predators who prey on the residents of this area!" She was clearly very dissatisfied with my reaction and retorted loudly.
"Oh? You saw it? You were robbed?" It wasn't that I believed the monsters in the castle would be so docile as to not
harm people; I was just surprised that there were still humans who dared to live within a fifty-mile radius.
Since I could remember, I had never heard of anyone so eccentric as to want to dance with demons near a castle. And
in my opinion, the monsters shouldn't be so bold as to travel so far alone to satisfy their bloodlust; the castle
's defenses should be enough to keep them busy.
"We saw skeletons and corpses all the way here," she said, her slightly annoyed expression quite
charming. "Oh! Those are all failed experiments with magic."
I glanced at her, knowing she didn't believe me, and quickly added, "The raw materials all came from
invaders who, like you, called themselves righteous." With a group of excellent necromancers around, most of them became the castle's absolute
fighting force: skeletons and zombies.
"Ha! See? You really killed so many people!"
"Ah! We often mourn the monsters who sacrificed themselves while resisting the greedy invaders who coveted the treasures of our castle
." Who killed more people doesn't necessarily mean the victims were more righteous. But when it comes down to it,
naturally few can understand.
"What?! You mean we came here for your treasures?!"
"No, then what for?!"
"To save those you've treated so brutally, of course!"
"Please. Shouldn't we be the ones saying that to you? Aren't you the ones who come here all day long, making a ruckus ? 　　Aren't you the ones who ruthlessly destroy people's homes and then storm in to carry out massacres
without asking why or what 's right or wrong 　　? Aren't you the ones who take all the belongings from the poor monsters you've killed and ransack other people's homes? You disturb people's peace, 　　not even sparing the dead, and yet you justify it with the name of justice, repeating 　　it over and over again. How noble of you." 　　 Actually, I never thought monsters represented justice. Heroes fight monsters for various reasons, 　　and monsters satisfy their bloodlust and get rich by plundering the bodies of the dead and outsiders. 　　 My father's ever-expanding treasure room made me deeply feel that this was just a mutually beneficial relationship, everyone taking what they needed 　　. And among monsters, strength represents everything, which is only natural. Perhaps it was because 　　at that moment, I felt a strong sense of injustice about forcibly abducting her, that I unconsciously 　　tried to justify my actions? 　　 She was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into tears with a sob. Although her eyes 　　were red and brimming with tears, I was still startled by her reaction, frantically unsure how to comfort 　　the crying girl in front of me. 　　 "Ah... this is so troublesome... is this what they call a strange creature called a woman?" I wondered. 　　Because I didn't know what to do, I just stared at her blankly. But she didn't seem to stop at all 　　, crying even louder. 　　 IV. Seven of Pentacles: 　　 Sometimes, you really don't need to say too much to women. Especially troublesome women. At the time, I didn't have 　　that kind of awareness; I was just really annoyed by her crying. Too lazy to say anything more, I just leaned against her. She 　　suddenly stopped crying. 　　 "You…what are you going to do…?" 　　 "Your name?" My tone was authoritative. 　　 "Miri…Miri? Costa." 　　 "Oh, a nice name." I replied casually, already planning what to do next 　　. 　　 I suddenly felt a wave of dejection. 　　 After all, I was just a sixteen-year-old boy, surrounded by clueless guys who only knew how to charge and kill all day. 　　They only knew a little 　　about how to treat girls from magic books . 　　 Generally speaking, summoning magic didn't have the risk of backlash; even if I summoned 　　something I couldn't handle, I could easily leave it to the castle guards. So, I decided early on to experiment with 　　the spell to summon a lewd beast. Following the steps in the book, the first step was to speak gently to the girl. I think I messed it up 　　, but the effect seemed pretty good. The next step should be… to strip them naked. But why? 　　I felt a strange fear. Would she slap me? No, even if she did, it shouldn't hurt much 　　. I didn't know what I was afraid of. But it was too late to back down now. 　　 "You…" I leaned my whole body against her. 　　 "What… are you going to do?…" Millie asked, trembling. I think she must regret her chosen 　　profession. Monks don't know any offensive magic, and even defensive magic is lacking. For a half- 　　baked, low-ranking monk like her, separated from her reliable warrior clan, she was practically no 　　different from meat on a chopping board. 　　 In a few swift movements, I stripped off her blood-stained and filthy clothes, revealing her snow-white, delicate 　　, and voluptuous body. "Satan!" I couldn't help but swallow hard. Millie's perfect, youthful body was 　　like a gift from the devil, filling a virgin with immense excitement. At this moment, perhaps due to excessive fear 　　, Millie simply curled up and trembled, causing me no trouble whatsoever.

I mustered my courage and began to gently caress Millie's alabaster skin with one hand. It
was delicate and supple, a result of her youth and regular exercise.
"Truly a work of art by Satan!" I thought to myself.
But, according to the spellbook, this was only the preliminary work. My hand then moved closer to her breasts,
small and firm. The sudden stimulation seemed to abruptly awaken the trembling girl's reason. Millie
's right hand seemed to finally remember to fly towards my left cheek, but this only made me more composed as I grabbed her hand and pressed it against
my face. Almost instinctively, I began to gently nibble. Millie's small hand was so soft and weak. This
was definitely not suitable for hitting someone. And Millie's panic was clearly greater than mine.
Even with just the increased stimulation of my fingers, Millie could no longer calmly bear it. Her soft moans
were like an invitation to my violation. I excitedly pressed my entire body against hers, my fingers beginning to knead Millie
's nipples, which were already quite hard. My other hand continued its restless wandering over Millie's body.
Suddenly, Millie screamed, startling me so much that I frantically covered my mouth with mine. It was my first time
kissing someone—oh no, what wasn't a first time?
I teased Millie's tongue relentlessly, even if it seemed too rough from today's experienced perspective, but
back then I was simply following the teachings of the magic book. Fortunately, Millie didn't mind; she just kept
moaning indistinctly, writhing her body beneath me.
Our bodies pressed closer together, intensifying our pleasure. In an instant,
a surge of heat, seemingly from nowhere, rose uncontrollably from my lower abdomen. A part of my lower body began to swell,
as if craving something, anticipating release and explosion. Although no one had taught me, I
realized in that instant that this was sexual urge. The girl's beautiful body made me experience for the first time
just how immense the power of libido was.
Was it time? My remaining rationality kept telling me. Following the instructions in the spellbook, I tried to steady
my breathing and tone, and began to chant softly: "Ancient spirits of lust, I, in the name of Famit? Xiu?
Kamu, make a pact with you. I will submit to the urge of sex for my entire life and provide you with the energy of lust
. So lend me your power, obey me. Come forth, you lewd beasts!"
The lewd beasts summoned by my first attempt at lewd magic were incomparable to those of today in both quantity and quality
, but it was still the first time in my life that I had actually succeeded in doing something. The feeling of excitement even
surpassed the stimulation my body was receiving.
I still clearly remember what the lewd beast looked like: it was something about the size of a table, with
a dozen tentacles, hmm! Like a large octopus, but without that disgusting head. In my
eyes, it was actually quite cute. It suddenly appeared beside me, smearing slime everywhere.
That was a mistake. The erotic beast was an extremely powerful creature, possessing an incredibly strong libido and sexual
prowess, so much so that even now I use it with great caution. Back then, summoning just one or two
small erotic worms to enhance the atmosphere would have sufficed. The worm-like creatures' tendency to burrow everywhere could provide women
with deeper and more complex stimulation. However, ignorance and a greedy, opportunistic mindset ultimately led to irreparable damage.
This sudden appearance of the creature clearly startled Millie. Before Millie could even react,
the erotic beast had already used its numerous, long tentacles to tightly encircle her, tenderly touching her erogenous
zones. The caressing techniques seemed magical to me at the time. And it was astonishing that a woman's body had so
many places that could bring her pleasure.
Millie writhed like a giant snake under the erotic beast's tentacles, refusing to rest for a moment. Clearly
, it was a very experienced erotic beast; to me at the time, the foreplay was thorough and the techniques were abundant. Millie
was gradually becoming breathless, her face as rosy as a ripe apple, her alluring little mouth no longer able
to utter complete syllables, only barely discernible as the sound of "I," as for "I what," no
one knew.
Surprisingly, my lust, far from being exhausted by summoning the beast, had instead intensified, I
felt my body expanding exponentially. For the first time in my life, my body felt unbearably hot
, pulling me back from the satisfaction of my work to the desire for sex.
I rushed forward recklessly, hoping to pull the beast apart and have a quick, decisive encounter. But
the tightness of the bond between the beast and Millie far exceeded my expectations, and with my frail body, it
was difficult to find a place to use my strength.
I frantically pulled the beast away, my body desperately pressing against Millie's flesh. I
didn't know what the result would be, but it was simply an instinct driving me. Millie's beautiful body
was being wantonly played with by the lewd beast before my eyes, her incessant moans so bewitching my mind. Perhaps
my actions finally had an effect, or perhaps for some other reason, I was pulled inside the beast.
This allowed me to observe more closely how the beast's three tentacles alternately entered and
exited Millie's pink flower. The beast's other tentacles indiscriminately attacked every possible spot on Millie's body. Millie
cried out, and white liquid continuously flowed from her orifice, this liquid being smeared all over her body by the beast's tentacles
. My breathing had never been so rapid, and my reason had never been so
chaotic.
Just then, something released my erection; I realized it was likely
the beast's tentacles. I desperately tried to break free, but it was futile. I was being pleasured by two hand-like things
, and without realizing it, I seemed to ejaculate. My body felt an unprecedented
pleasure, and then my consciousness betrayed me. I finally passed out.
V. The Three of Wands
When I woke up, I found myself abandoned in a corner of the house. Clearly, the beast wasn't very interested in me
; it had done what it needed to do and then callously discarded me, like a disposable toilet. However...
I had no heart to blame it for its heartlessness and abandonment. There were more important things for me to do.
I saw Millie.
I didn't want to recall her appearance; it was too unappetizing. She was still
being caressed by the beast's tentacles, her body covered in traces of its own fluids, glistening and damp. Her genitals were a deep red, as if
stained with blood, the bruises accusing the beast I had summoned of being so utterly heartless.
One of the beast's tentacles was moving in and out of Millie's mouth, but Millie could no longer express whether she liked
or disliked the sensation. Her eyes, wide open as if about to burst from their sockets, had lost all light. Her
terrifying expression and the inhuman movements and shapes her limbs were manipulated into clearly told me one
thing—Millie was dead!
She had been toyed with to death by the beast! It was the first time I'd ever discovered how terrifying my long-time room truly was. A
disgusting monster was endlessly toying with
the corpse of a girl who had been a beautiful young woman just hours before, its numerous, long tentacles at work. The contents of my stomach—what should have been food—immediately rebelled, a bitter, sour
liquid spilling from my mouth onto the floor. I screamed and rushed out of the room, leaving behind the
monster and its toys, still engrossed in its game.
Afterwards, my father angrily told me that nothing could ever make a man
forget to lock the door when leaving a room; it was a sign of poor upbringing and would become a laughingstock for other keepers
.
That year, my father didn't win the Best Keeper of
the World award, not even the Best Keeper... I didn't even receive an education award, and I
don't know if it was related to my carelessness.
It was an accident; the beast wouldn't stop its behavior unless it was sealed away, but how could I
have known that at the time? Although perhaps we should all envy the beast's relentless drive. Please forgive my
ambiguity in the following narrative; I've truly forgotten many things after that. I only know that
I was sixteen that year, and that day I received a regret that would take ten years to accumulate. I don't remember when I
started to pull myself together again. Perhaps it was when the cleaner showed my father my achievement—the
beast still entangled with the corpse.
My father was very satisfied with my performance in a short time; to be able to use powerful summoning magic in three or four days of learning
was quite astonishing compared to my or anyone else's progress in other magical fields.
The castle defense forces seemed to have paid a heavy price to deal with the beast I left in the house. Although the responsibility lay with
me, my father's satisfaction was evident.
I received the first praise of my life. My father proudly praised my talent and promised to provide
me with ample logistical support, including any necessary experimental materials. I also requested additional housing, which he
surprisingly readily agreed to. As an ordinary, newly enrolled graduate student, being able to 　　secure housing faster
than veteran professors and senior lecturers in martial arts and magic inevitably drew envy. Of course, I was also cautious because my research 　　topic was relatively new and I was particularly self-disciplined, so I didn't dare to be arrogant. I turned down various lectures and seminars, 　　spending my days obediently in my dormitory waiting for the frontline researchers to bring me research materials. However, 　　there weren't many women who would venture out in public to adventure; most so-called female adventurers were only out there to find a wealthy husband 　　, not to actually take risks. 　　 Those who loved the limelight and were trendy wouldn't actually venture into difficult places either. 　　 The last type, the simple-minded little girls obsessed with idolized adventurers and hero-worshippers, would also appear 　　, even unafraid of danger. However, if the adventurer was an idol-worshipper, he would only take them 　　on sightseeing trips; he himself would never come to a place like his father's castle. True adventurers, on the other hand, 　　would cleverly decline these troubles. 　　 This was something I experienced firsthand later when I traveled, but at the time I didn't know it, blaming those who searched for materials 　　for taking so long to deliver unusable research materials. They were either too old or 　　too ugly, forcing me to make various excuses to refuse. Being picky is a human trait, even for 　　a brat who spends his days among the ugliest monsters in the world and has never seen a woman. 　　 Time passed in my boredom, and the gossip around me grew louder. To minimize 　　my father's dissatisfaction with my research progress, I could only blame his subordinates for their incompetence 　　. Just as I began to doubt my own excuses and suspected that the day I would be kicked out was fast 　　approaching, my life was about to officially turn a new page. 　　 (II) 　　 Prologue, Holy Grail 8 (Eight of Cups) 　　 I remember one night after that, in the pink erotic barrier, I asked 　　Catherine, Maggie, and Lucia, who were lying in my arms and on the side of the bed, why they had come to my father's castle that day. 　　 At that time, we had just finished a crazy 4P, and I was always in particularly 　　good spirits at such times. Catherine looked at me with her seductive eyes, seemingly not yet recovered from the passion, and a cat-like 　　moan flowed from her mouth into my ears: "I don't know," she paused. 　　 "Maybe we were just too bored at that time, you know, it 　　's really hard to live in one place all day long." She glanced at Maggie and Lucia beside her and said. 　　 "And now?" I asked knowingly. 　　 Catherine smiled mysteriously, turning her snow-white, pinkish-nude body over. Her left arm hooked around my neck, while 　　her right hand slid restlessly towards my already throbbing member. She let out a few soft moans, swallowing something 　　, and said seductively, "Let's do it again." 　　 I smiled slightly. Maggie beside me was still somewhat dazed. I released one hand that had been around her body 　　and instead kneaded Catherine's breasts. Catherine's breasts were large and firm, yet proudly erect due to her youth.

Her breasts were truly exceptional, and Catherine thoroughly enjoyed the stimulation they received.
At that moment, Lugia, who had been lying sideways, slowly crawled over. I nudged Maggie with my foot
; she looked at me with confusion, but her back was finally subjected to the relentless attack of Lugia's small tongue. This was
the message I had transmitted to Lugia through the barrier.
However, Maggie was no pushover. Although she was initially rendered almost powerless by Lugia's sneak attack
, Maggie quickly managed to insert one of her fingers into Lugia's vagina and began patiently probing
. Lugia's body, having lost too much strength, clearly couldn't withstand such stimulation and once again fell into
incoherent ramblings, instantly losing her previous advantage. I watched with great interest the lewd battle performed by Maggie and Lugia, my lower body 　　thrusting in rhythm
with Catherine's reactions.
Catherine had unknowingly lowered her face to my groin and
was waging war on my penis with her unique tongue skills.
Feeling the tingling and pleasure spreading from my lower body to my nerves, I abandoned my attack on Catherine's breasts
, pulled her close to me, and started a 69 position, launching a counterattack. I used my golden middle finger to continuously
stimulate Catherine's clitoris, while my tongue plunged straight in from her front, and we were once again engaged in
the most intense and primal physical duel.
Catherine responded passionately, and her tongue skills became bolder and more unrestrained. We
made love wildly in the barrier, and soon we were constantly practicing various sexual positions and movements.
My huge penis and Catherine's plump vagina pounded violently in the sweat, making various intense sounds,
echoing the two of them shouting wildly, with Maggie and Lucia nearby, their
moans of pleasure from stimulating each other.
The eerie pink color made everything in our eyes a paradise of debauchery. Until finally, we
reached our climax in each other's arms, screaming and falling into a deep sleep. At that moment, they were all beautiful and moving.
So, at that time, I hoped that everything could continue like this forever, never changing.
I. Coins 9 (Nine of Pentacles)
I still clearly remember the day Catherine and the others came. I had just finished lunch and was lying on my bedroom
and laboratory's only possession—that wooden bed—reading the long biography, Volume 3 of "The Tale of Lance the Demon King."
At that time, our great Demon King had just completed the suppression of the free city and was about to launch
an invasion of the desert city. I heard the alarm of foreign invasion.
It was the majestic "Marching of the Valkyries," just like the reveille in the castle was "Fate," the lunch music
was "Don Juan," the bath music was "Swan Lake," and you could listen to "Requiem" if you couldn't sleep.
After my father discovered during a sermon that playing "Polly Road" would boost morale even more, everything became like this.
"Another intruder?" I wondered. A nap after lunch can aid digestion, a fact that
humans, gods, and demons alike consider one of the few truths. Therefore, anyone with a modicum of common sense wouldn't choose
to disturb others at this time. While there's the possibility of a sneak attack while someone is asleep,
the anger stemming from sleep deprivation is never a guarantee of rationality if discovered.
These days, anyone daring to defy the world is practically a nationally protected
rare animal. The intruder is either excessively powerful or utterly lacking in common sense. Thinking this, I
couldn't help but want to see the intruder's true face. I dropped the book I was holding and
ran towards the source of the alarm in my slippers. But before I could take a few steps, at a corner in the corridor, "bang!" I bumped
into someone.
"Ouch! That hurts."
"Ouch! Sorry." The other person, probably also quite badly injured, apologized immediately without even crying out in pain.
"Huh?" I realized then that I had bumped into a kid who had just returned from the battlefield, his left hand
still bandaged.
"Wow, lucky me!" I thought to myself. If I had bumped into a grumpy, horned ogre,
the next moment after he cried out in pain, I would have been eaten as a consolation prize. But he was
just a low-level imp. So it didn't matter at all. Not only did I not have to apologize, but I could also
boss him around and shift all the blame for the accident onto him.
Mages were paid much more than ordinary imps, so although they were incredibly powerful after reaching level ten
—at least enough to beat up a dozen low-level mages like me—in this money-driven dark
world, I still had the right to command them.
"Did you just retreat from an invaded area?" To confirm his strength and save
the time I could waste, I thought it best to check things out beforehand.
"Oh! I was painting the walls when we were invaded."
"So, who were the invaders this time?" I wasn't interested in
what the brat was doing, so I continued to ask what I wanted to know.
"They were...a group of very strange...strange people." The poor brat answered respectfully.
"Strange people?" Hearing this answer, which was different from the norm, I was confused. Could it be that we
bumped into each other earlier and the brat's head got hurt? "Be more specific." I commanded simply.
"They were...three women."
"Huh?" I suddenly became interested. I hoped they were at least presentable, and I couldn't help but pray to Satan in my heart
. That way, I might finally have a chance to continue my experiments. After Millie's death,
I was greatly shocked, and out of boredom, I memorized the book of erotic magic. It wasn't that my memory was particularly good;
two or three months had passed since that day.
"What kind of women were they? Were they pretty?" Almost as soon as I blurted it out, I regretted it.
The aesthetic standards of alien races are very different from those of humans. The large spider responsible for cleaning my room,
after peeking at another alternate history novel, *Cleopatra*, on my bedside table, pointed to the cover featuring the image of the greatest painter in the world, Gao...
"Everyone who created Cleopatra's portrait asked me why anyone would like such an ugly woman.
I usually only ask the skeleton soldiers in the castle about these things; after all, they were once human.
" "Oh..." Sure enough, judging from the brat's stammering, I figured Father shouldn't expect it to reach any
higher levels.
If I continued to argue with this persistent brat, I was afraid the enraged monsters
would really tear the intruder who disturbed everyone's dreams to shreds and devour it alive. "With three women,
the probability of finding someone to use for experiments is quite high." I tried to think positively and got up to continue running towards the scene of the incident. Leaving
the poor, clueless brat behind, anyway, after eating two chickens, its injuries
should have healed by now. This is, after all, an era full of fantasy.
As the saying goes: the early bird catches the worm, the early worm gets eaten by the bird. Therefore, Father often said that punctuality is
a necessary and sufficient condition for becoming a successful demon. It's impossible to know which historical figure or movie star uttered those words so readily
that my father, always fond of lecturing, remembered them so well and repeated them repeatedly at the weekly Monday morning assembly
. But judging from the timing of my arrival at the scene, I might be slowly
stepping into the ranks of successful demons.
When I arrived, the battle had just ended. No, rather, judging from the situation, it looked more
like the chaos of a minor farce being cleaned up.
Our side didn't even have time to send in a mid-level demon like a vengeful warrior; relying solely on a group of low-
level imps and skeletons, the budding disturbance was successfully nipped in the bud within ten minutes. The enemy
wasn't just lacking in common sense. Such a rookie trying to explore our castle—if my father knew
, he'd surely complain again about how young people these days don't understand etiquette.
Couldn't they at least find a dense forest, fight a couple of slimes to level up first? In the adventurer's handbook
, our castle has always been rated four stars. The quality and strength of the monsters here have never failed to
earn the praise of the adventurer's guild commissioners who come to evaluate it. Thinking about this, even I,
someone who's also just hanging around here and has absolutely no principles, am getting angry.
While I was still angry, "Clang!" I kicked something really hard.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch! My frying pan!"
"Lucy, why are you throwing things around again?! In the name of the Manelli royal family, I said things should be
kept safe. Did you even remember what I said?!"
"Hey, cousin. We snuck out, so don't yell so loudly!"
What kind of illogical question and answer is this? I now have a real-world understanding of that brat's comments.
"Ah, Famit, you're here." At the same time, someone who was directing things noticed me.
"Ah, good day, teacher." I then realized it was the Sword Demon Teacher and quickly turned around to answer.
"How are you doing lately?"
"Ah, thanks to your good fortune, teacher. Everything is fine."
"But if you continue like this, things will soon get bad." We exchanged meaningless replies
, but my attention couldn't help but sneak glances to the side.
"This time, the captives are three women."
"Ah, yes."
"I heard! Get to the point." I was growing increasingly impatient.
"They're probably experimental subjects you can use. I'm just about to have them tied up and sent to you."
"Ah? Ah, yes, thank you, teacher." I was overjoyed.
Since I started researching this new subject of erotic magic, I
applied to the library for a batch of classic adult novels under the guise of "references." This request, originally intended as a personal favor, unexpectedly
earned me immense popularity throughout the castle. Even with limitations in aesthetic tastes and cultural understanding
, I suspect not every borrower will find complete enjoyment in them. But even 　　the half-orc demons—the minotaurs and hellhounds—who harbored the deep-seated prejudice that "
libraries are only places for self-righteous fools to waste their time; truly good demons should only be training in the training grounds," 　　would greet me with their smiles, more terrifying than tears. 　　It wasn't surprising that 　　my former valiant knight, the Sword Demon Master, who claimed to have even written his own biography while alive, would show favor to me, his incompetent apprentice . 　　 "So, what do you wish to do next?" 　　 "Ah, I wouldn't dare trouble you, Master. I'll just have two people escort them to my room." Even after seeing it 　　so many times, I still found my master's forced, snarling smile unsettling. It was only 　　slightly better than the hypocritical faces of priests or politicians trying to manipulate the masses. 　　 "Ah, I understand." The Sword Demon waved his hand behind him. "Reuenthal, Mittermeyer, you two 　　come and escort the prisoner to Mr. Famit's laboratory." 　　 Behind the teacher, two men, their bodies still covered in rotting flesh, clearly recently dead, 　　staggered over to carry out the task, their heads seemingly about to fall off at any moment. 　　 "Ah, then so be it. Although they've only recently died, when they were alive, they were known 　　as the 'XX Twin Walls,' trustworthy and promising young men. I think you can 　　rest assured that the prisoner won't escape halfway with them." The teacher patted his ribs, assuring me. 　　 "Ah... thank you, teacher." 　　 As the skeletal twin walls shakily moved over to lead the prisoner, I took a closer look at 　　the woman who was about to become my experimental subject for the first time. 　　 Thank Satan! They were truly beautiful. Although their faces and bodies were somewhat 　　dirty from the battle, it still couldn't conceal their alluring charm. Although the female warrior leading the group was wearing what should 　　have been a vibrant and beautiful red soft armor, it did nothing to conceal her proud and voluptuous figure. 　　The arrogant expression on her exquisite and captivating face further aroused men's desire to conquer her, making them unable to resist the urge to kiss her 　　.

The other two women behind them were in no way inferior to the former.
The woman standing on the left, dressed as a priestess, radiated an elegant and intellectual glow, her delicate face making her particularly captivating.
The woman on the other side, head bowed and weeping, was dressed as a maid; her petite figure and pitiful expression evoked
a feeling of pity, a urge to pull her into my arms and take liberties with her.
"Ah, perfect." I swallowed, even
feeling a pang of regret at using them for my experiments. But it seemed I was the only one thinking that.
"Hey! Be gentle! Don't pull me so hard!"
"Ah!"
"Ah, I can walk by myself!"
Three exclamations. The almost brutal movements of the Skull Twins made me shake my head in disbelief. That
guy with the blue eye dangling from its socket—did he have a grudge against beautiful women? I couldn't help but sigh as I looked at the two
skeleton soldiers who seemed utterly incapable of showing any tenderness towards women. I directed them to escort the three
women who were still grumbling, and the night watchman, chanting "All is well!" to signal everyone could go back to sleep
, banged his gong all the way back to my room.
II. Two of Pentacles
My laboratory is large, because although it's called a laboratory, it's
completely empty except for a necessary bed. Even the books I borrowed from the library are just left lying around.
In this dark world, personal decorations must be obtained through plunder, which at least prevents the upper echelons
of bureaucracy from reaping without sowing and the masses from living off the communal pot. This distribution system is fair to the whole society, but
often a burden for individuals. Fortunately, I'm not picky about decorations; whether it's daily life or conducting experiments—mainly
masturbating—a bed is enough. Although it would still seem shabby and inconvenient if guests came,
fortunately, the probability of such an event was negligible.
So, after the three prisoners were simply thrown onto my bed, the Skull Twins took their leave. Watching their departing
figures, I suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over me. From now on, I would have to face three stunningly beautiful
women alone. I had absolutely no confidence in the magic I was about to practice. In my first experiment, although I successfully
cast the spell, its power was so great that I couldn't control it at all. If I continued recklessly,
losing my life wouldn't be surprising. Before, I could have easily deceived myself by claiming a lack of experimental materials
, but once everything was prepared, I realized that facing the experiment I looked forward to every day
was actually quite nerve-wracking and frightening.
"Ah, please sit..." I wanted to say something to calm myself down, but the words caught in my throat. I suddenly realized that such
words were meaningless to the women bound and thrown onto the bed; they sounded more like a mockery.
"Hey, you rude brat! Don't you know how inhumane it is to treat prisoners like this?! Lying here like this is
so uncomfortable! Besides, the ropes are tied way too tightly! Finally, what are you going to do with us?!"
Like a machine gun, ugh, I was bombarded by that arrogant female warrior, unable to utter a single word. Even
lying immobile on the bed, my vocal cords and nerves were unharmed. It seemed her patience had reached
its limit.
"Ah, I'm considering..."
"Huh? Are you an idiot?!"
"Ah, probably..."
Her imposing aura made me unconsciously voice my self-assessment, which I had only kept to myself.
It was good that she wasn't afraid of me. It saved me the trouble of properly persuading them to cooperate with my experiment. However, having my initiative
completely taken over made me seem... quite lacking in the dignity of a demon.
"Ugh, please don't kill us." The smallest body let out a sound that was almost a wail, which timely
relieved my inferiority complex, and I even felt a little bit of goodwill towards the owner of the voice.
"Ah, no, it won't. As long as you cooperate obediently." I realized that my previous words seemed too weak, and it really did
n't sound like the tone of a demon. "Hehe." I tried my best to imitate a vampire's wicked grin from behind
.
"Hey, kid! Who do you think you're talking to! I am Catherine Hugh Kamu, the first princess of the Prince of Emmanuel
! I swear on the honor of the Prince of Emmanuel, I will never be threatened by a demon!"
"Ah... but, this makes things a bit more difficult." In my anxiety, I didn't even notice that the other party
's surname was the same as mine.
"Hey, little brother, don't worry so much. You can tell me first, what do you want us to cooperate for
?" It was the priestess Maggie next to me who quickly interjected when she saw that things were not going well.
"Huh? Ah, ah. Actually, I'm researching new magic and I need someone's help." Perhaps because
Maggie sounded like an older sister at the time, I answered honestly.
"Huh? You're not going to use us as targets, are you?" The girl, whom Catherine had previously called "Lucy," asked, her voice almost breaking with tears . Although she might 　　have the worst
ability to adapt to reality compared to the other two, in some ways, she was probably the closest to a normal person. 　　 "Huh? No... no...!" 　　 "Ah, you're lying! Waaah..." 　　 My melancholy attitude was completely caught by the sensitive girl, so before I could finish speaking, Lucy really started crying 　　. 　　 "Ugh, this is troublesome." Now, I had to do something to stop her. Letting a girl 　　cry endlessly, if her father found out, would it be another lesson in demonic spirit? 　　 "Oh, it's true. I won't use you as targets." I suddenly remembered a 　　page from the book of erotic magic and immediately had an idea. 　　 "Look, it's like this." I hurriedly followed my memory, making a gesture with my right hand and 　　grabbing the girl's small breasts with my left. 　　 With a soft "Ugh," the girl, struggling under my clutches, cried out in surprise, forgetting all about crying. 　　 "Hey! Kid, what are you doing?!" Catherine, who was standing nearby, also questioned me with displeasure.

Come on. But it wasn't long before I realized that Catherine's displeasure wasn't so much 　　with my rude behavior, but rather
with my failure to choose her. Ah, at this moment, I didn't care about being misunderstood as a lecher. To ensure the magic's 　　effect, I pressed down harder with my left hand. Lucia couldn't help but let out a soft "woo". This unexpected reaction 　　and the unique sensation from the girl's chest made my heart flutter, but I still 　　chanted softly and methodically according to the book of erotic magic: "O lewd spirits flying in the sky, please convey my heart 　　to the air, open the evil barrier, accelerate the flow of desire. Badas, Vidafie." 　　 I remembered that in the chapters about barriers in the book of erotic magic, there were records of auxiliary barriers, which generally 　　served to enhance the effects of other magic. If used alone, they should be harmless. Of 　　course, more importantly, one of them required the use of a female body to open. So, I should be able to use this 　　excuse to explain why I need Lugia and the others' cooperation. Uh, of course, just to appease them first. So 　　, for this purpose, I hope that the sign that proves this barrier, uh, makes 　　the air inside the barrier appear pink, is as clear and obvious as possible, as the book says. This will help strengthen the credibility of my words. 　　 However, after silently waiting for two minutes, nothing happened around me. Huh? How could this be 　　? I couldn't help but feel so defeated. Although I didn't expect any 　　earth-shattering, exaggerated effects like the Angels attacking, Godzilla landing, or Orion's illusion firing a destructive cannon, that would probably be too much trouble for 　　the special effects artists who make my biography in the future. But, pink, my pink, why? Why isn't it showing up?! Even 　　the gentle object under my palm didn't get bigger or fuller. 　　 "Lucy. Are you alright?" Maggie, probably stunned by my seemingly profound incantation, 　　just realized what was happening and quickly asked Lugia. 　　 "Ouch, my chest hurts so much from being pressed down," Lucia cried as she answered. 　　 "Huh? That's not the problem!" Catherine also realized what was going on. "Hey, kid, what exactly did you 　　do to Lucy?!" 　　 "Huh? Ah. I didn't do anything." Seeing the distrustful looks from the three women, I 　　realized that this explanation wasn't very convincing, so I quickly changed my story. "I just wanted to create a harmless 　　barrier for you to see. To prove that I won't use you as targets." 　　 "Then why are you pressing down on Lucy's chest like that?" Ugh, a very direct question. 　　 "Because this barrier needs a partner of the opposite sex." 　　 "Is there such a strange magic to create a barrier like this?" Although Catherine didn't ask this aloud, 　　her actions—looking at me and then at the priestess beside her—were enough to indicate what she wanted to ask. 　　 "Huh? What kind of magic is that? Or, can you tell us what the purpose of the barrier you want to create 　　is?" It seems Maggie didn't know either, so she asked me directly. 　　 Ugh. I've been put on the defensive again. If I honestly answered with the names of the erotic magic and the lustful barrier, the consequences would be even 　　more difficult to explain. 　　 "Sexy," 　　 Catherine said, finally labeling me when I couldn't answer. 　　 "No, no! I'm telling the truth!" 　　 Seeing their complete disbelief, I panicked even more. Could it be that Lucy's shout earlier had distracted 　　me, causing the spell to fail? I didn't have time to reflect and quickly recited the incantation again. 　　 This time, even the three girls patiently waited for ten minutes, but nothing happened 　　. The surrounding air remained unchanged. Catherine finally couldn't help but chuckle. 　　 Yes. This time, even I didn't believe myself. Not only was the color unchanged, but usually, after a barrier is opened, 　　those inside can feel something different. Even this anomaly, I hadn't 　　noticed at all. In other words, the spell had completely failed. 　　 "How could this be?!" I lamented inwardly. It seems my previous success with Millie was just 　　luck; my luck in learning hasn't changed at all. 　　 Honestly, using magic twice and ending up with nothing 　　is hardly a bad thing in my not-so-short magical learning career. At least, compared to the countless embarrassing examples I've had before 　　, I'm relatively lucky. Accidents like trying to summon a demon but ending up with a bear, or trying to electrocute but ending up with a bottle of cheap liquor, even led to 　　embarrassing jokes 　　in the castle like, "Farmet's throwing a fireball! Everyone, bring in the laundry!" 　　 "Little brother, you're so lecherous," Maggie said with a charming smile, noticing my absent-mindedness. 　　 Huh? I realized my left hand was still on Lucy's chest, and my face flushed red as I quickly pulled it 　　back. This only earned me a merciless sneer from Catherine. 　　 Ugh, the barrier failed to open, and I was misunderstood like this; I was speechless. However, I was 　　so careless that I hadn't finished tidying up the experiment before getting lost in thought, no wonder Maggie thought so 　　. 　　 "I didn't mean to." 　　 Although I didn't naively believe that a simple verbal explanation could dispel the misunderstanding 　　, I still hurriedly explained. Her reaction was far beyond my expectations. 　　 "Ah, ah. Little brother, I believe you." 　　 "Then, you can also believe me when I said I wouldn't use you as targets?" 　　 "Ah, why wouldn't I believe you?" 　　 "Then, you can also believe... about the barrier?" I stammered, confirming. 　　 "Ah, yes. Little brother, you're very kind." 　　 "Huh?" Sure enough, I was scolded. I hung my head dejectedly. 　　 Maggie was clearly very surprised by my sudden dejection. 　　 "Ah, ah. Little brother. We can discuss the cooperation. There shouldn't be any problems 　　." 　　 "Really?" My spirits lifted, and I looked at Maggie suspiciously. 　　 "Oh, it's true!" Maggie quickly confirmed.

Perhaps she thought my magic was so terrible that even if I got hit, it wouldn't cause any problems? I
found a seemingly reasonable explanation for this unexpected gain.
"So, we can talk about the cooperation later. But could you loosen the ropes for us first?
It really hurts to be tied up like this."
"Uh. Oh, I see. Oh, sorry, I understand. I'll untie you right away."
At that moment, I trusted Maggie completely, like I trusted an older sister. I didn't detect any
problems or hesitation, and even proactively fulfilled her unspoken wish. Of course, if
twenty years had passed, perhaps I would have had enough judgment to avoid what happened later. However, at that time, I was completely
fooled by her.
Just as I untied Maggie's ropes, suddenly, "Ugh," a strange pain shot up from my lower abdomen
, instantly making me curl up like a shrimp, completely losing the ability to move, and I could only roll around on the bed in pain.
"Sorry, little brother." Maggie stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled as she untied
the restraints on Catherine and Lucia.
Faced with Maggie's smug and confident smile, I couldn't utter a word. It wasn't just thanks to Maggie's knee
strike. In just a few seconds, the roles of the two sides had been completely reversed, and the heavy sense of frustration this left me with seemed to be the real culprit. Although it was because I was deluding myself that I was defeated, 　　the methods used by Maggie, who
orchestrated this trick and manipulated the boy's mind from beginning to end, could truly be 　　described as magnificent. 　　 At the same time, Catherine, who had completely regained her freedom of movement, rubbed her wrist and straightforwardly came over to 　　thank Maggie. 　　 "That was beautiful." That was also what I wanted to say, but Maggie's tone still carried a hint of sour 　　jealousy. 　　 "Oh. It was just a little trick. Don't take it to heart, cousin." Maggie replied with a smile. 　　 "So, what should we do next?" 　　 "Huh? What?" 　　 "Don't play dumb! How are we going to escape? You must have a plan, right?" 　　 "Ah, a way out." Maggie shrugged, spreading her hands out, "I haven't thought of one yet, so 　　not right now." 　　 "Are we just going to stay here forever?" Catherine looked incredulous. 　　 "Ah, it seems like that's the only way." Maggie's calm face showed no expression. 　　 "Ugh, no way." Even after regaining her freedom, Lucia's pale face didn't look 　　much better than before. 　　 "Hey, are you kidding me? This place is dirty and messy, I don't want to stay in such a tasteless place any longer 　　!" 　　 "So, do you think we can beat the guards outside if we go out now?" Maggie asked 　　. 　　 "...No." If someone were truly stubborn and unreasonable, they might have used phrases like "It 　　was just a mistake before, we can definitely do it now" or "If you don't hold us back, we can." to stubbornly 　　maintain their composure. Although she hesitated for a moment, Catherine frankly admitted Maggie's words, which showed that she 　　wasn't a completely incompetent woman. 　　 "At least it's safe here. If no one else finds out." 　　 "Okay, I admit I was too rash before. But, if we just sit here doing nothing 　　, it's only a matter of time before we're discovered, taken prisoner again, or even killed." 　　 "Hmm. Hmm. That makes sense." I nodded inwardly. 　　 "Ah. It's not that simple." 　　 "Oh? It seems there's some kind of conspiracy." Catherine narrowed her eyes, staring at Maggie. 　　 "Oh, oh. Don't say that. It's not a conspiracy. It's just that before leaving the city, I 　　left a signal for the Knights..." 　　 "So they can come and pick us up?" 　　 "Ah... that's right." 　　 Pressed by Catherine, Maggie blushed like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes 　　darting around, and her voice trailed off. 　　 "What! So you didn't trust me at all from the beginning!" 　　 "Oh, I'm sorry, cousin. I just..." 　　 "Sigh, whatever. Anyway, you unfortunately came true." Catherine waved her hand magnanimously, pretending not to care, and said, "But, just waiting here like this is really boring. So, 　　when did 　　you arrange for the Knights to arrive?" 　　 "If we don't come back in three days, I'll have Christine send them the letter." 　　 "So, this is already our third day out. The journey from here to Helnes City, 　　even at the fastest speed, should take a day and a half on horseback. Huh? That means we'll have to stay in this shabby and dirty 　　place for at least two more days?" Catherine couldn't help but scream. 　　 "Ah, no!" Lucia joined in the commotion. 　　 "Hey, don't scream so loudly! If someone outside finds out, we'll be in real trouble." 　　 Ugh. Hearing them say that, I felt even more frustrated. My room has excellent soundproofing. Not 　　only was the room door heavy and thick, but the location was also in a very secluded corner of the castle. Unless something 　　like a nuclear explosion occurred inside, making a huge noise, any sounds would generally go unnoticed by outsiders 　　. That was because I was considering the possibility of disturbing passersby while conducting experiments. But now it seemed I had 　　truly trapped myself. I silently vowed a thousand times to my most beloved Satan: next time I prepare an experiment 　　, I will definitely go to the room with the most people coming and going, and I will never close the door! 　　 "Oh. That's true. In that case, I must do something first!" Catherine immediately adopted Maggie's 　　suggestion, calmed down, and then said decisively. 　　 "Huh?" The other three people in the room looked at Catherine strangely at the same time, wondering what she was going to do 　　. 　　 "Little friend, you were quite lecherous just now, weren't you?" Catherine ignored the others' surprise, walked straight up 　　to me, and said with a smile.

Is there a difference between being lustful now and then? I found it really strange. Although she tried to smile sweetly,
I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. Would she do something to me? I tried to think positively.
But, just like what I had just used to convince them, I didn't really believe it myself.
"Don't deny it," Catherine smiled even sweeter, "I won't eat you up."
"Ah, ah," I stammered, watching Catherine's face gradually approach. Although
what she said was true, it didn't make much sense; it still sounded more like, "I
'm going to eat you up no matter what," a terrifying statement.
"So, as long as you answer me honestly, that's fine." Catherine paused, then grabbed my
hand and placed it under her soft armor near her breasts.
"Huh?" I was stunned by her action.
"That idiot," Maggie, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, sighing softly in a
tone that suggested the other was hopeless.
"These breasts, compared to the ones you just touched, don't they feel better?"
Ah. Faced with that question, I couldn't utter a single word. The word "absurd" in the dictionary
seemed to find its perfect definition in reality. The fact that I was so bothered by such a small thing
proved that I still had many lessons to learn in the subject of "womanhood."
Completely different from the small, firm breasts of the Lugia girl, even though they were somewhat
restrained by the soft armor, Catherine's mature, full breasts still
felt incredibly warm and comfortable to my hands, as if they were about to burst. If I had to describe it, it would be like cotton candy with body heat,
ready to melt your hands at any moment.
"How is it, little one? Don't you think it's much better than before?" Catherine smiled
, guiding my hands to wander over her chest.
Ugh, I was even more speechless. Although it's actually quite difficult to compare these things,
I was completely captivated by Catherine's mature charm, so I honestly wrote my answer on my blank face. However, Catherine
was still not satisfied, and instead provoked me even more firmly, determined to get a clear answer from me
. Her stubborn expression was like that of a typical, hopelessly addicted typewriter. Ah, now that I think about it,
that's probably it. Although at that time, I completely forgot to think.
"Cousin, it's best not to make a fuss," Maggie stepped in with a wry smile to smooth things over.
"Huh? Are you jealous? Or do you want to join in the fun?"
Such an answer, in an ordinary person, might be considered clueless and oblivious to the situation,
right? But in Catherine's case, even though she would later be revered as the "Iron-Fisted Queen," such scenes were probably
not uncommon.
"Oh, no. It's just..."
"What does it matter? We have plenty of time anyway. I must get to the bottom of this!"
"But, cousin, you don't need to care so much about a child's opinion."
"Miss."
"Lucy, shut up!"
Lucia finally spoke up, trying to dissuade her mistress from her willful behavior. However, as another accomplice in the incident
, her attempt to speak only provoked Catherine's even greater anger.
"So, unless you want to join in, don't meddle in our private affairs."
While warning her, Catherine became even more audacious. Her right hand didn't let go of me at all, and her left hand moved to
my crotch, skillfully freeing my little brother from my pants.
"Ah!" The sound was almost the same as the shock Lucia had experienced, except this time the cry
came from my mouth. However, at the same time, although I didn't cry out, the three girls opposite me
looked dumbfounded, seemingly even more shocked than I was.
Of course, without asking, I could roughly understand the reason for their surprise just by looking in the direction their eyes were fixed on
. Having suddenly broken free from their restraints, much like the ferocious state of EVA Unit-01 in its berserk state
, my little brother, due to the intense stimulation, was already engorged and erect in the cold air
.
"Look at their surprised expressions. It seems that although I haven't used it yet, in terms of size, mine should
be quite presentable, right?" I thought smugly to myself. Although I had made comparisons, the public
bathhouses and toilets were filled with monsters of sizes far beyond human comprehension.
The sorrow of humans who grew up in the Devil's Castle is something that ordinary people can't understand; perhaps only
knights and Fantima, who piloted the Cross Illusion but spent their days with the Orion Illusion wielding a destructive cannon, could
comprehend it.
But even after living so undignified among monsters as a representative of humanity, it was finally over
. Seeing the surprised yet adoring expressions on Catherine and the others' faces, a
uniquely masculine sense of pride welled up inside me.
"Wow, so cute."
Just as I was basking in my smugness, Maggie's words instantly dragged me back from hell to heaven.
"Huh? Really?"
"Ah, it's really cute."
Using the word "cute" to describe someone else's penis is anything but pleasant
. Especially with Catherine and Lucia chiming in. Ugh, the painful blow
made me lower my head, a wave of shame washing over me, my blood rushing
to my head, and my little brother instantly went limp.
"Hey, don't go limp!" Catherine shouted anxiously, because this concerned her mature woman's dignity.
"Get up! Get it up!"
But if just talking about it could work, I think there wouldn't be any men
suffering from impotence. So no matter how anxious and loud Catherine was, my body continued to collapse in accordance with my will
.
"Damn it!" Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Catherine disregarded everything else and bent down
to take my penis into her mouth.
The sudden, intense stimulation rushed into my nerves. "What is this?" Before I could even process
what was happening, my blood, which had been in disarray, suddenly surged back
into action like a tidal wave. And that wasn't all; Catherine began to use her skillful oral techniques to continuously boost my morale.
She didn't just lick; even the edges of her tongue made smooth, varied movements, gently massaging my penis like a performance
. The comfortable feeling at that moment even made me a little jealous of my own penis. Then, she skillfully
swallowed and released the two testicles beneath my penis, constantly stimulating them with her mouth. This magnificent technique made
one wonder where she had honed such a "masterful" attack method.
Soon, under the command of a commander as skilled at motivating subordinates as Catherine, my army was swept up in a frenzy
, no longer under the control of reason, and soared into the sky. Before long,
spurred by the unparalleled pleasure I was experiencing for the first time in my life, a reserve force roared forth from the depths of my penis.
Ugh, ugh. My body twitched uncontrollably a few times, my semen shooting from my penis into Catherine's mouth
, and then I collapsed again, exhausted. I had ejaculated.
"Cough, cough." Catherine, still teasing my member, clearly hadn't expected my climax to be so
rapid. It was far beyond her expectations. So, caught off guard, she swallowed all my semen,
even choking.
"You're still a brat, aren't you? Kid, this won't do." Catherine finally recovered
, shaking her head and sighing.
Although being told this hurt my pride, what she said was, after all, true. So I didn't bother
to argue anymore. In fact, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have the energy. I was panting
heavily, feeling a dryness in my mouth, completely unaware that the air around me was subtly changing. In fact
, not only me, but even Catherine and the others didn't notice that at the moment I ejaculated,
a barely perceptible pink hue was quietly spreading around us.
"Lucy, you do it now. Get that brat's limp thing back up. We need to
punish this brat properly." Perhaps seeing my silence, Catherine's anger flared, and she ordered Lucia around
.
"Huh? Me? Miss, no!" Lucia's frightened look was always so cute.
"Eh? Since when have you been able to refuse my orders?" Catherine was even angrier.
"Oh, no, Miss. But, I...I...really..."
"What do you mean 'but'? Back in the castle, weren't you having a great time with Fran?
You seemed quite willing to be penetrated by him!"
"Oh, Miss. That's..." Lucia was on the verge of tears.
"So many excuses! Don't you really like being penetrated?! I've decided, after you finish the oral sex, you
're going to open your pussy wide and let this brat penetrate you in front of us!"
"Cousin."
"Mirandacia, this has nothing to do with you!"
"..." After being scolded by Catherine, Maggie stopped talking and decided to completely distance herself from the matter.
"Waaah..." Lucia knew that saying anything more would only make things worse, so she could only walk towards me step by step with tears in her eyes
.
Hey? Are you kidding me? Although I didn't get a word in edgewise, I could hear everything clearly from the side. Watching
the girl approach step by step, my heart was pounding like a drum. Such a cute
girl, really...doing it with me? Normally, this would be a welcome surprise. But having just fought a
bloody battle, and now having to plunge into another new war so quickly, it's bound to be exhausting.
Can my body really handle it? I inwardly groaned.
However, at this moment, my will was the first thing to be rejected. Rugia, tears streaming
down her face, knelt before me, slowly and deliberately invoking my fighting spirit and passion.
"Hey, hey. Don't do this!" My recently exhausted clone was being forced to work again almost without pause
. This inhumane treatment was especially cruel given the lack of overtime pay. I had
to protest to the boss on behalf of my aching brother.
"It's okay, let her do it properly." Catherine clearly misunderstood. "Kid,
just enjoy yourself. Although you'll be far inferior to me."
While she didn't finish with a queenly "hehe" laugh, Catherine wasn't inferior either. It was only after you
said that I somewhat realized that, although I knew that Lucia's crying wasn't my fault, only slightly
related, it was still easy to feel
uncomfortable when a girl was giving me oral sex while crying in front of me, as if it hurt my male pride.
However, compared to Catherine's devilishly expert-level technique, Lucia's oral sex
skills seemed clumsy and childish. Of course, that's precisely why it matched her pitiful image.
And even if she was reluctant at first, once she started, Lucia seemed very dedicated.
Looking at her focused expression, even my exhausted penis seemed moved and stood up again.
"Not bad, it's quite effective!"
Catherine mocked from the side, her proud expression making me want to grab her and
ravage her.
Seeing my penis regain its strength, Lucia paused, turning back to look helplessly at Catherine.
"What? What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and open your little sister so I can go in!"
Although I had heard about it beforehand, I still didn't expect Catherine to make Lugia do it so readily. I stared wide-eyed
at the girl's shy actions, dumbfounded. But despite her inability to hide her fear and shyness, Lugia showed
no sign of stopping. I don't know if it was specially designed, but it seemed quite simple; once the skirt...
With the brace removed, Lucia was completely naked, revealing her untouched garden and the ropes tightly binding her.
For a moment, I didn't even realize the obvious fact that Lucia wasn't wearing any underwear. I remember
staring blankly at Lucia's lower body, muttering to myself, "So that's how it is."
Conversely, although she was embarrassed by my gaze, her face turning even redder than before, Lucia skillfully
helped me remove all my clothes first. Then, she knelt on the bed beside my waist, gently holding
my erect penis in her hands, slowly guiding it into her secret forest, and sat on top of me.
"Ugh. It's hard." I should have complained about the sudden weight on my body, but
somehow, when the warship first docked in the right harbor, the warm feeling that filled my body unconsciously
turned into a comfortable moan. Completely different from the oral sex just now, the feeling of pressure truly felt inside a woman's body,
and the subtle friction between the folds of her vaginal walls and my penis, gave me a different kind of supreme sensation.
"Goodbye. My virginity." At this moment, I actually had the mood to make such a sorrowful farewell; sometimes
, I really admire myself. As the saying goes, if the stimulation is too intense, one can't help but
overthink to escape reality. That probably describes my situation, but, surrounded by Lucia's tightly packed petals
, how many men could remain sober? I was letting
my thoughts wander freely, like swimming in my mother's amniotic fluid.
"You're really just a little brat, just a simple insertion, and you're already overthinking." If Catherine could
see what I was thinking, she would definitely say something even more sarcastic. But
Lucia didn't say anything, not even a brief warning like "It's going to move," before she began
to sway her hips.
Perhaps because she was being forced, at first, Lucia moved slowly and cautiously, as if
trying to find some pleasure from me first. But soon, her burning body began to cry out
. No, perhaps it was to echo the glistening sweat on her skin; from her garden, a sticky
sensation gradually reached my nerves. Her beautiful and moving appearance made me, riding beneath her, unable to resist
the urge to grab her. One hand rested on Lucia's full buttocks, while the other climbed up her delicate breasts.
I thought I might be rejected, but Lucia only gave a short moan in response to her approval. So, my
hands began to knead her even more unconsciously. And all of this made Lucia, straddling me,
burn even more intensely.
"Ah! So good."
This was the signal for me to increase my movements. My hands began to roam more wildly over Lucia's body,
and I also tried to thrust my hips, hoping to satisfy each other even more.
"Ah, no!" Sure enough, under my intensified assault, Lucia's reaction became even more intense.
"Kid, not bad!" Although it was still her usual tone, Catherine's voice was no longer
so aggressive. On the contrary, she involuntarily swallowed. This lewd scene
would surely elicit some reaction from anyone. Of course, I didn't know that the barrier I thought hadn't worked was actually
accelerating the desires in the hearts of the four people present at a geometric rate with double the effect.
I didn't know if Lucia was already quite aroused by my penis inside her. But
judging from her increasingly rapid hip movements and her dazed words, she should be somewhat satisfied. This
excitement suddenly reminded me of the various symbols on the last two pages of the erotic magic book, symbols with unclear meanings that I had always considered useless
. Could this be what they were describing? I pulled Lucia down, so she was lying flat
on my chest, then rolled over and knelt up, taking the initiative to attack from behind.
From the beginning, I had only temporarily lost my freedom of movement due to sensory pain. The repeated intense
stimulation seemed more effective than any painkiller, quickly restoring my freedom. However,
I had never known how to use this freedom. But my sudden attack immediately drove
Lucia, who couldn't adapt, into a frenzy.
"Ahhh, I'm about to cum..."
"Hey, hey, don't cum!" Catherine hurriedly stopped her, "Being defeated by a child
is really embarrassing!"
But in this kind of situation, isn't it more normal to disobey than the other way around?
"Ah, ah... I can't take it anymore." After a final struggle, Lucia's body convulsed, her internal organs
contracting intensely, starting from the base of her thighs, like being battered by waves, as she slowly collapsed onto the bed.
To be honest, Lucia's quick defeat was partly due to my sudden use of
the forbidden technique described in the back of the erotic magic book, and partly due to the doubled lust barrier, which
amplified Lucia's sensitivity several times over. However, I was completely unexamined at the time
, energized by the satisfaction of conquering a girl for the first time in my life. Furthermore, my penis, having just been brought to orgasm by Catherine, wasn't
likely to ejaculate a second time even after Lucia's climax. I pulled my still-erect member from the limp Lucia and, sword drawn,
walked towards Catherine, who had been mocking me. By then, the air in the room had turned completely
pink, but neither of us cared.
Seemingly overwhelmed by my imposing presence, Catherine could only retreat step by step as I pressed her forward
. But for some reason, she didn't get very far before her legs gave way, and she
collapsed to the ground. This was truly a golden opportunity. Strangely, Maggie, standing nearby
, didn't stop me at all. She just stared blankly as I dragged Catherine away, occasionally swallowing hard.
If Catherine's charm were strictly categorized, perhaps only half could be attributed to her captivating beauty, while the other
half would entirely stem from the pride that was always on her face. To conquer such a woman, even just
psychologically, would be incredibly satisfying, wouldn't it? I vividly remember how she had mocked me and Lucia earlier
, and the urge I had just felt to drag her over and ravage her.
"It's already quite wet here, isn't it?" I gently slipped my left hand under Catherine's armor, giving her
a squeeze before saying smugly. Catherine was completely powerless to resist, letting me take advantage of her.
Strangely enough, perhaps because of this person, I had just lost my virginity. My
behavior was completely different from the restrained and shy one I had shown Rugia earlier; I became wild and bold.
I teased her as freely as a seasoned womanizer I had read about in adult books.
"Ah..." Faced with this question that didn't require an answer, Catherine was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to reply or
not.
"What a slutty woman!" I gently nibbled her ear.
"Ah!" Because even the slightest stimulation could be transformed by the double barrier
, Catherine couldn't even muster a rebuttal.
"Hey... I can't take it anymore." Catherine finally managed to compose herself. "Don't drag it out
... hurry up!"
If she had used a tone like "hurry up" or "come on quickly," perhaps I could have
controlled myself to tease Catherine a little longer. But because she used
a tone that was almost like a pleading "hurry up!", my desire completely broke through the barrier of reason. Of course, that was also because I'm really
not a seasoned flirt.
The soft armor and the clothes covering Catherine's alluring body were quickly thrown aside. The surrounding
air seemed to have become so vibrant that it no longer looked pink. But who cares about that? The saying "
a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold" applies to those who have already experienced it. For the young man about to experience it, how
could it be measured by a thousand pieces of gold? The saying "life is about intercourse" was being proven unparalleled at this moment
.
"Ah! Ya..." Catherine gasped as she climbed on top of me, unwittingly
spreading her legs wide, awaiting the ship's docking.
"Ya..." Faced with such an invitation, I couldn't find a reason to refuse. In fact, I myself
could no longer hold back. "Go!" I don't know who I was shouting this at, but
my proudly erect member plunged completely into Catherine's depths.
"Mmm..." Thanks to what I had just done with Lucia, I didn't
react as strongly to the sudden fullness as Catherine.
"Do you want it?" I asked, somewhat playing hard to get.
"Mmm, don't talk, just come on."
"Then let's start moving!" I shouted, my hips beginning to move violently. And Catherine, on the other side,
responded passionately, as if she knew it well.
"Oh, does it feel good?"
"Ah...keep going, harder."
Continuing this pointless exchange, I
practiced every position I remembered from the last two pages of my erotic magic book, as if reviewing a lesson. Each new position
brought a new stimulation to both of us. But, as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever. Before I could finish, a powerful pressure
struck my penis from one end, as if the release that hadn't occurred in Lucia was now
being amplified on Catherine. Beyond reason, my cannon roared once more
.
"Ah!..." At the same time, seemingly provoked by my anger, Catherine's body
convulsed, and hot nectar gushed from her petals.
"Ugh. What a disappointment." Seeing Catherine and Lucia unable to continue, I looked
around for new prey. The surrounding air turned crimson. And now,
only Maggie remained. Although she hadn't uttered a single word since the beginning, her posture—sitting there
panting heavily—made her stand out all the more. Moreover, the burning desire within her
was now intensely blazing on her flushed face.
I grabbed her arm, but as expected of a representative of composure and wisdom on the continent, Maggie actually
pushed me away, attempting some resistance. She twisted her lithe waist defiantly, but to me, it
was merely a silent invitation. Catherine and Lucia had already submitted, so I had no
reason to let Maggie, whose beauty and figure were in no way inferior to theirs, go. The four of us were simultaneously
tormented by the flames of lust within the barrier. Regardless of our identities, status, factions, stances, what we were before, or
what we were going to do afterward, in that instant, I only knew that I needed to release the desires within me.
I frantically dragged Maggie away. It wasn't so much that I was too strong at the time, but rather that Maggie eventually
stopped resisting. The crimson desire surging through the air blew everyone away, ultimately causing them to lose all self-control
. Maggie, in turn, leaned closer, even semi-voluntarily removing her cumbersome priestess robes. Her
previous stubborn resistance seemed to have become a catalyst for everything. Even the resistance itself, under the barrier of lust, became
a form of desire.
I couldn't control my low breaths and pounced on her, passionately kissing Maggie's luscious lips. My tongue
entwined wildly in her mouth, like two lustful water snakes, exchanging saliva intensely, even
forgetting to breathe. We caressed each other's bodies—her hair, face, neck, shoulders, breasts,
lower abdomen, thighs—I didn't miss a single place I could touch. Finally, our hands stopped at
the base of each other's breasts, teasing each other. Although my technique was far inferior to Maggie's skill, this
didn't affect her emotions in the slightest. In fact, even without my hand, Maggie's honey garden was already wet enough,
wasn't it?
Our foreplay didn't last long; our frenzied passion didn't allow us to waste much time.
I thrust my murderous sword into Maggie's body and began to pound into her.
"Ah...continue..." Maggie writhed beneath me, responding passionately, as if her previous calm and rational
demeanor had completely vanished.
Technique seemed utterly meaningless at this moment. Completely ignoring Maggie's reactions,
I simply and relentlessly thrust my hips, relying solely on the impulse of a virgin to satisfy both myself and others.
"Ah... um... I'm coming... really... so good..." I wondered
what the words of the continent's most intellectual woman meant before reaching climax. A wave of pleasure simultaneously spread throughout my
body.
"Ah... ah... I can't take it anymore." I cried out like this, losing count of how many times, as my
semen gushed forth.
Oh, so good! I screamed inwardly. But this wasn't the end. Even while enjoying the continuous
pleasure, after pulling my penis out of Maggie's body, I still looked completely unsatisfied
, still baring my fangs in fury. I forgot to think about why. I just
attacked every woman around me even more frantically, like the lewd beast that had killed Millie. I indiscriminately
pulled the three people to my side, recklessly pursuing our desires without considering their physical condition.
In the end, I don't even remember how many times I vented on them. Even with the protection of the barrier,
after a few final convulsions, I even forgot whose body I collapsed onto, ultimately losing all strength
.
Generally speaking, just one lust barrier
is enough to amplify lust and sustain the caster's stamina for an ordinary mage to handle about five targets. But thinking it wouldn't work
, I recklessly activated two. The effect wasn't a simple addition of five plus five equals ten
. And while the physical exertion within the barrier wasn't accumulated and settled afterward,
the semen was completely irreplaceable. It was only thanks to my youth and
the reserves I had accumulated as a virgin that my body withstood the consequences of this one and only frenzy without collapsing. In my future
life, even if I only activate one, I will carefully consider whether it's truly necessary. Of course,
those were lessons learned after the incident.
When everyone inside the barrier finally stopped moving, I seemed to see the surrounding crimson color slowly
fading. This proved that the barrier's power was gradually disappearing. But at that moment, I couldn't
care less about that. The extreme fatigue that overwhelmed my body quickly enveloped me. A moment later, I fell into
a deep sleep along with the three women lying beside me.
The gates of fate always open silently when humanity is completely unaware, and then
demand a high price when people finally discover them. By the time I understood the meaning of this saying, it was already a long time later,
and all the mistakes that had occurred were too late to undo
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