Dark Mage's Notes

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Chapter One: The Fool
I. The 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 am not accepted by the public. Even worse
, the Dark Magicians' Association, which is also considered by ordinary people to be an accomplice of evil, 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 man 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 lewd arts ? I'm an orphan, raised by a demon 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 that 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. I started learning swordsmanship when I was six. 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, he could be called Sword Skeleton, shortened to S.S., which is easy to remember. But he was quite good with his sword. He taught me his signature move, the "Triple Slash," a technique he had 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 hit a rock. So he had 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"—which involved firing five arrows at once. Then I changed teachers, and three of those arrows ended up embedded in my teacher, one pierced a window, and the last one shattered a very valuable vase. Clubs, axes, spears, hand-to-hand combat… I dabbled in almost every martial art over six years, but was forced to give them all up for one reason or another. My father ultimately concluded that I had no talent for being 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 origin 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, poor me, I had accomplished nothing, 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, saying 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 necromancer's magic source. 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. Two of Wands Perhaps because I had long felt that everything I had done in the past was simply a silent 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. The art of seduction originates from the fundamental energy of living beings ; it is a type of 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 is not limited by circumstances. 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, magicians often possessed strong physiques to endure unimaginable pain. Examples of the dangerous consequences of powerful spells backfiring are far from unique in the history of magic, even among extremely powerful magicians. The backlash of erotic magic...

I had no idea about the power of the bite or the method of counter-biting, just as I had no idea what "sex" or
"libido" were.
The magic book didn't tell me this; it only gave a complicated introduction to various uses of sexual energy.
At the end of each spell, there were two pages with various incomprehensible hand gestures and postures, most of which were
human figures. I didn't know what they were for, but I guessed they were probably about two-person combined attack magic. Thinking of
this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly at those two pages that I would use most often later. "No, just reading books like this
won't help; 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 needed to understand what sex was and what lewd arts were.
"Alarm?" I heard a harsh shout. It seemed that the busy goddess of fortune had finally begun to
favor me, the one forgotten in that dark corner called misfortune. For the first time in my life, I liked
this jarring tune.
My father forbade those who hadn't finished their studies from going into battle, because it would only lead to their 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 invaders 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 did have some skill, 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's charging 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. Suspended and swiftly surrounded by three skeleton soldiers, he was cleaved into a bloody 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 at best heal large wounds quickly
, how could it actually turn a bloody mess back into a human?" I scoffed inwardly. The resurrection spell, of course, had no
effect, but because of the mentally and attention-intensive
nature of chanting such a spell, the divine barrier that had previously enveloped them was noticeably 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 one who spoke was 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 all 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. I had her sit on my bed, the only place in my room where all the decorations had to be looted—that was the rule. "Oh... hello!" I greeted her woodenly, inwardly cursing myself a thousand times for being so polite to

the fish in my pot. I think my expression must have been exactly like a naive young man ; of course, in terms of age and experience, there was no difference. "..." As expected, she didn't respond 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 turned to face me. Only then did I have a chance to see clearly the girl before me, utterly abandoned by Lady Luck. Having seen countless stunning beauties, her looks were no longer enough to move me. Especially after a battle in which she had tragically lost loved ones. Her face was dusty, and her once bright eyes were swollen from crying, but this also added a touch of pitiful vulnerability. "Oh… never mind then." Her staring at me made me somewhat intimidated. If looks 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 then. Let me die with my brother, Roy, Karl, and the others." Completely ignoring my words, she pressed on. "Oh? Die? That's probably not possible for now. Because if you die, I'll be in trouble." I think I must have looked incredibly foolish for trying to appease her. "Huh? Why?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Demon! What are you planning to do with me? Forget about 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 immersed in the grief of losing her brother that she had completely ignored my conversation with my father. "Demon! I will absolutely not agree!" She spat out the words 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 real predicament. Because I might get killed because of it. So , please, I beg you. Please help me." Perhaps overwhelmed by her tone, and still worried about my fate, I didn't realize that the initiative didn't seem to be in her hands at all, and habitually used my most common tone... pleading. She was clearly stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered: "You killed my brother, Roy, and Carl!" Her voice trembled as if she were 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 you saw without a second thought!" I gave up on finding the cup that never existed and couldn't help but say.
"That's because you're demons!" she shouted.
"Huh?" I couldn't help but smile wryly. "You bunch of predators who prey on the local residents!" She was clearly very
dissatisfied with my reaction and retorted loudly.
"Oh? You saw it? You got 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 living 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." I suddenly found her slightly annoyed expression quite
charming. "Oh! Those were 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, claimed to be 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 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 naturally, few can understand this
when the time comes . "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 making a ruckus? Aren't you the ones who ruthlessly destroy people's homes and then storm in to massacre them without asking why or what 's right ? Aren't you the ones who loot the belongings of the poor monsters you've killed and ransack other people's homes? You make such a ruckus, not even sparing the dead, and yet you justify it all 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. 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, which is why I unconsciously tried to justify my actions? She remained 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 wasn't aware of this; I was just annoyed by her crying. Too lazy to say anything more, I simply 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 considering what . I suddenly felt a sense of dejection. After all, I was just a sixteen-year-old boy, surrounded by clueless guys who only knew how to charge and kill. They only knew a little about how to treat girls from magic books . Generally, summoning magic didn't have the risk of backlash; even if I summoned something I couldn't handle, I could easily entrust it to the castle's guards. Therefore, I decided early on to experiment with a 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 don't know what I'm afraid of. But it 's too late to back down now. "You..." I leaned my whole body against her. "What... are you going to do?..." Millie asked me, 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 quick movements, I stripped off her clothes, which were stained with blood and filth, revealing her fair, delicate , and full body. "Satan!" I couldn't help but swallow hard. Millie's perfect, youthful body was like a devil's gift, filling a virgin with immense excitement. At this moment, perhaps overwhelmed by 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 due to 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...

Millie's breasts were small and firm. The sudden stimulation was like abruptly awakening the trembling girl's reason.
Millie 's right hand seemed to finally remember to fly towards my left cheek, but it 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. It was really
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 for my violation. I excitedly pressed my whole body against her, my fingers beginning to knead Millie
's nipples, which were already hard enough. My other hand continued to roam restlessly over Millie's body.
Suddenly, Millie screamed, startling me so much that I hurriedly covered my mouth with my own. That was my first time
kissing someone, oh no, what wasn't a first time then?
I teased Millie's tongue relentlessly, even if it seemed crude from today's experienced perspective, but I
was simply following the instructions in the magic book. Fortunately, Millie didn't mind; she just kept
moaning indistinctly, writhing her body beneath my weight.
Our bodies pressed closer, intensifying our pleasure. Suddenly,
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.
Even though no one had taught me, I realized in that instant that this was sexual urge. The girl's beautiful body
made me realize for the first time how immense the power of libido truly was.
Was it time? My remaining rationality told me uncertainly. 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 obey your sexual urges for 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 lustful beast was an extremely powerful creature, possessing immense sexual desire and procreative
abilities, so much so that even now I use it with great caution. Back then, summoning just one
or two small lustful worms to enhance the atmosphere would have sufficed. The worm-like creatures' tendency to burrow everywhere could provide women
with deeper and more intense stimulation. However, ignorance and a hasty, greedy mindset ultimately led to irreparable damage.
This sudden appearance of the creature clearly startled Millie. Before Millie could even react,
the lustful 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 lustful beast's tentacles, refusing to rest for a moment. Clearly
, it was a very experienced lustful 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 sexual desire, instead of waning after summoning the beast, intensified; I
felt my penis 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 yearning for sex.
I rushed forward recklessly, hoping to pull the beast apart and have my way with it. But
the beast and Millie were bound together far more tightly than I imagined, and with my frail body, it
was difficult to find a place to use my strength.
I frantically pulled the beast away, my body 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 swept up by the beast.
This allowed me to observe more closely how the beast's three tentacles alternately entered and
played with 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, which the beast's tentacles had used to smear
all over her body. My breathing had never been so rapid, and my reason had never been so
chaotic.
Just then, something released my erection, and I realized it was likely
the beast's tentacles. I tried desperately 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 fainted.

V. 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. But
I didn't really have the heart to blame its heartlessness and abandonment. There were more important things for me to do.
Finding out what had just happened was my first priority.
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, wet and glistening. Her genitals were bright red...
The bruises, like streaks of blood, seemed to accuse the beast I had summoned of being utterly heartless.
One of the beast's tentacles moved 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 at will clearly told me one thing
: Millie was dead!
She had been toyed with to death by the beast! It was the first time I had ever discovered that the room I had lived in for so long was so terrifying. A
disgusting monster was endlessly toying with
the corpse of a beautiful young girl just hours before, using its many long tentacles. The contents of my stomach, which should have been food, suddenly rebelled and escaped from my body. A bitter, acidic
liquid spilled from my mouth onto the floor. I screamed and rushed out of the room, leaving behind the
monster and its toys, still engrossed in their game.
Afterwards, my father angrily told me that no matter what happens, a man should never
forget to lock the door when leaving a house; it's a sign of poor upbringing and will become a laughingstock for other keepers
.
That year, my father didn't win the Best Keeper of
the World award, not even the Best Education award. I
don't know if it had anything to do with my carelessness.
It was an accident. The beast won't stop its behavior unless it's sealed away, but how could I
have known that back then? Although perhaps we should all admire the beast's relentless drive. Please forgive my
unclear narration after that; I've forgotten many things since.
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 the cleaner who showed my father my achievement
—the lewd beast still entwined with the corpse.
My father was very satisfied with my performance in such a short time; to be able to use powerful summoning magic after only three or four days of learning
was quite astonishing compared to my progress or anyone else's progress in other magical fields.
The castle defense forces seemed to have paid a heavy price to deal with the lewd beast I left in the house. Although the responsibility
lay with me, my father's satisfaction was palpable.
I received praise for the first time in my life. My father proudly praised my talent and promised to provide
me with ample logistical support, including any necessary experimental materials—women. My casual request for more housing
was also met with my father's unusually prompt agreement.
As an ordinary, newly enrolled graduate student,
it was inevitable that I would attract envy for being able to get housing faster than those veteran professors and senior lecturers who taught martial arts and magic. Of course, I was also
particularly self-disciplined because my research topic was relatively new, so I didn't dare to be arrogant. I turned down various lectures and seminars, and spent my days
obediently staying in my dormitory waiting for the frontline warriors to bring me research materials.
However, there weren't many women who would venture out and adventure in the first place. Most of the so-called female
adventurers were just out there to find a rich husband; they wouldn't actually go on adventures.
Those who loved the limelight and were trendy wouldn't actually venture into difficult places.
The last type, the simple-minded young girls who were infatuated with those idolized adventurers and worshipped heroes, would also go out
, even without fear of danger. However, if the adventurer who was entangled with them was an idol, he would only take them
on trips and sightseeing; they themselves would never come to places like their fathers' castles. And the real adventurers
would cleverly decline these troubles.
This was a personal experience I later gained while traveling, but at the time I was unaware of it, blaming
the people searching for materials for always taking so long to deliver unusable research materials. They were either too old
or too ugly, forcing me to make various excuses to refuse. Picky eating 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 idly in my boredom, and the gossip around me grew increasingly louder. To minimize
my father's dissatisfaction with my research progress, I could only blame his subordinates for their incompetence
. Just when I began to doubt my own excuses and suspected that my day of being kicked out was
imminent, my life was about to officially turn a new page.
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Chapter Two: The Tower (
Prologue, Eight of Cups)
I remember one night after that, in the pink aura of lust, I asked
Catherine, Maggie, who was reclining in my arms, and Lucia, who was lying 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 foursome, and I was always in particularly
good spirits at times like this. Catherine's seductive eyes looked at me with silky eyes, seemingly not yet recovered from the passion, and a cat-like
moan flowed from her lips into my ears: "I don't know," she paused.
"Maybe we were just too bored back then, you know, living in one place all day is really
tiring." 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. She hooked her left arm around my neck, while
her right hand slid restlessly towards my already swollen member. A few soft moans escaped her throat as
she swallowed something, saying 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 began to knead Catherine's breasts. Catherine's breasts were large and elastic, yet proudly erect due to her youth—truly
masterpieces among breasts. Catherine thoroughly enjoyed the stimulation of her breasts.
At this moment, Lucia, who had been lying sideways, slowly crawled over. I nudged
Maggie ; she looked at me with confusion, but her back was finally subjected to the relentless attack of Lucia's small tongue. This was...
I transmitted a message to Lucia through the barrier.
However, Maggie was no pushover. Although she was initially rendered almost powerless by Lucia's sneak attack
, Maggie quickly managed to insert one of her fingers into Lucia's vagina and began patiently probing
. Lucia's body, having just 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 as Maggie and Lucia performed their lewd battle, my lower body
thrusting in sync with Catherine's reactions. Catherine had unknowingly lowered her face to my groin and was using her unique
tongue skills to declare war on my erection.
Feeling the tingling and pleasure spreading from my lower body to my nerves, I abandoned my assault on Catherine's breasts
, pulling her close to me into a 69 position and launching a counterattack. I used my golden middle finger to continuously
stimulate Catherine's clitoris, while my tongue plunged straight in from her front, instantly plunging us into
the most intense and primal physical duel once again.
Catherine responded passionately, her tongue techniques becoming bolder and more unrestrained. We
made love wildly within the barrier, constantly rehearsing various sexual positions and movements.
My enormous penis and Catherine's plump vagina pounded violently in the sweat, producing various intense sounds,
echoing our frenzied shouts. Maggie and Lucia were nearby, their moans of pleasure mingling with
the sounds of their own mutual stimulation.
The eerie pink hue transformed everything into a debauched paradise in our eyes. Finally, we
reached climax in each other's arms, screaming and falling into a deep sleep. At that moment, they were both beautiful and captivating.
So, at that time, I hoped that everything could stay like this forever, never changing.

I. Nine of Pentacles
I still clearly remember the day Catherine and the others arrived. I had just finished lunch and was lying on my bedroom
/laboratory's only possession—that wooden bed—reading the third volume of the long biography, *The Tale of Lance the Demon King*.
At that moment, our great Demon King had just completed the suppression of the free city and was about to launch
an invasion of the desert city. The alarm of an invading enemy rang in my ears.
It was the majestic *Marching of the Valkyries*, just like the reveille in a castle played *Fate*, lunchtime music
played *Don Juan*, bath time played *Swan Lake*, and if you couldn't sleep, you could listen to *Requiem*.
Everything changed after my father discovered during a lecture that playing *Polly Road* would boost morale.
"Another invasion?" I wondered. A short nap after lunch can aid digestion; this is
one of the few truths among humans, gods, and demons. 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 who dares to defy the world can basically be listed
as a nationally protected rare animal. The other party is either excessively powerful or exceptionally lacking in common sense. Thinking this, I
couldn't help but want to see the intruder's true colors. I dropped the book in my hand, slipped on my slippers, and
ran towards the source of the alarm. But before I could even take a few steps, at a corner of 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 then realized 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'd bumped into a grumpy, horned ogre,
the moment I cried out in pain, I'd probably end up as some kind of comfort food for their suffering. But the other
party is just a lowly imp. So it doesn't matter at all. Not only do I not have to apologize, but I can also
boss them around and shift all the blame for the accident onto them.
Mages are paid much more than ordinary imps, so even though they're 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 have the right to command them.
"Did you just retreat from an invaded area?" To assess the other party's strength and save my
precious time, I thought it best to know some things beforehand.
"Ah! Yes. I was painting the walls there when it was 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're...a group of very strange...strange people," the poor little brat answered respectfully.
"Strange people?" Hearing this unexpected answer, I was confused. Could it be that during the earlier
collision, the brat's head was smashed? "Be more specific," I commanded simply.
"They're...three women."
"Huh?" I immediately became interested. Hoping they were at least presentable, I silently prayed to Satan
. That way, perhaps I could finally have a chance to continue my experiments. After Millie's death, deeply affected by the shock,
I still managed to memorize the book of erotic magic in my spare time. It wasn't that my memory was particularly good;
two or three months had passed since that day.
"What kind of women are they? Are they pretty?" Almost as soon as the question left my lips, I regretted it.
The aesthetic standards of other races are very different from those of humans. The giant spider responsible for cleaning my room, after peeking at another alternate history novel on my
bedside table *Cleopatra*, pointed to
the portrait of Cleopatra on the cover created by the greatest painter in the world, Gavin, and asked me why anyone would like such an ugly woman.
I usually only ask the skeleton soldiers in the castle about these kinds of 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 entangle myself with this persistent brat, I was afraid the enraged monsters would
really tear the intruder who disturbed everyone's sleep to shreds and devour it alive. "If there are three women, their appearance can be used..."
"The probability of the experiment being successful is still quite high." I tried to think positively and got up to continue running towards the scene of the accident. I
left the poor little devil, who was completely clueless, all alone where he was. Anyway, after eating two chickens, his injured
parts should have healed by now. This is, after all, an era full of fantasies.
As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm, but the early worm gets eaten by the bird." Therefore, my father often said that punctuality is
a necessary and sufficient condition for becoming a successful devil. It's probably impossible to verify which historical figure or movie star said this
, so that my father, who always liked to preach, would remember it so well and
repeat it . But judging from the timing of my arrival at the scene of the accident, I might
be slowly stepping into the ranks of successful devils.
When I arrived, the battle had just ended. No, rather than that, judging from the situation at the scene, it
was more like the chaos of waiting to be cleaned up after a little farce had just been staged.
Before we could even field a mid-level demon like a Wraith Warrior,
the unrest was nipped in the bud within ten minutes by a swarm of low-level imps and skeletons. They
really weren't just lacking common sense. These newbies dared to explore our castle? If my father
found out, he'd surely complain about how young people these days don't know the rules.
Couldn't they at least find a forest, fight a couple of slimes to level up first?
Our castle has always been rated four stars in the adventurer's handbook. The quality and strength of the monsters here have never failed to
impress the adventurer's guild commissioners who come to evaluate it. Thinking about it, even I,
someone who's just hanging around here and has no real principles, am angry.
While I was angry, "Clang!" I kicked something really hard.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Ouch! My frying pan!"
"Lucy, why are you throwing things around again?! In the name of the Immanuel 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!"
Huh? What kind of illogical exchange is this? I now have a real
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 Teacher Sword Demon and quickly turned around to answer.
"How are you? How have you been lately?"
"Ah, thanks to Teacher's good fortune. Everything is fine."
"But if you continue to do nothing like this, things will soon get bad." While exchanging these pointless
answers, I couldn't help but sneak my attention to the side.
"This time, the captives are three women,"
"Ah, yes."
"I've heard! Get to the point." I was getting increasingly impatient.
"They're probably experimental subjects you can use. I'm 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 This request, which was originally just for my own personal use,
unexpectedly won me immense popularity throughout the castle. Even with the limitations of aesthetic standards and cultural levels
, I don't think every borrower can get all the enjoyment from them. But even the half-orc demons—minotaur and hellhounds—who have a deep-seated prejudice that "libraries
are places only self-righteous fools waste their time on; real demons
should only be training in the training grounds," would
greet me with their smiles, more terrifying than tears. It's not surprising that
the Sword Demon Master, a former valiant knight who claimed to have even published his own biography while alive, would show favor to a good-for-nothing like me. "So, what do you want to do next?" "Ah, I wouldn't dare trouble you, Master. I'll just find two people to escort them to my room." Even after seeing it so many , I still find it hard to accept the way the Master grins and tries to put on a smile. It's only slightly better than the hypocritical face of a priest or politician trying to incite the masses. "Ah, I understand." The Sword Demon waved his hand behind him. "Reuenthal, Mittermeyer, you two come and escort the prisoners to Mr. Famit's laboratory." Behind the Master, two men, still covered in rotting flesh and clearly recently dead, staggered over with their heads that seemed ready to fall off at any moment, to carry out the task. "Ah, then so be it. Although they've only recently died, when they were alive, they were known as the 'Twin Walls of XX,' some kind of trustworthy and promising young men. I think you can rest assured that the prisoners won't escape halfway by handing them over to them." The teacher patted his ribs, assuring me. "Ah... thank you, teacher." As the Skeleton Twin Walls shakily moved to lead the people over, I took a closer look at the women who were about to become . 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 leading female warrior was wearing what should have been a vibrant, beautiful red soft armor, it didn't hide her proud, voluptuous figure at all, and the arrogant expression on her exquisite and captivating face aroused a man's desire to conquer, making one unable to resist kissing her . The other two women behind her were in no way inferior to the former. The woman standing on the left , dressed as a priestess, exuded an elegant and intellectual aura, 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 and a desire to pull her into my arms and take liberties with her. "Ah, she passed!" I swallowed, even feeling a pang of regret for 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 now."

Three gasps. The almost brutal movements of the skeleton warriors made me shake my head in disbelief. That
guy with the blue eye dangling from its socket—did he have a grudge against pretty women? I sighed, watching 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.

III. Two of Pentacles
My laboratory is large, because although it's called a laboratory, it contains
nothing but a necessary bed. Even the books I borrowed from the library are just left lying around.
In the dark world, personal adornments must be obtained through plunder, thus at least preventing
the unearned wealth of upper-class officials and the freeloading of the masses. This distribution system is fair to the whole society, but
often a burden for individuals. Fortunately, I'm not picky about decor. Whether it's daily life or conducting experiments—mainly
masturbation—a bed is enough. Although it would still seem shabby and
inconvenient if guests came, thankfully the probability of such an event is negligible.
So, after the three captives 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 be facing 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 easily
deceive myself by claiming a lack of experimental materials, but once everything was ready, I realized how nervous and afraid I was of the experiments I looked forward to every day
.
"Ah, please sit down..." I wanted to say something to calm myself down, but the words caught in my throat. I suddenly realized that
such a greeting wouldn't do any good for the person bound and thrown onto the bed like a child; it sounded more
like mockery. So, "Welcome to my humble abode?" That didn't seem quite right either. Indeed, not only was
my experience dealing with magic lacking—despite Miri's painful experience—but even my experience dealing with women was clearly below par
.
"Hey, you rude brat! Don't you know how inhumane it is to treat prisoners like this?! It's so
uncomfortable lying here! 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 haughty female warrior, unable to utter a single word. Even though she couldn't move
while lying on the bed, her vocal cords and nerves remained undamaged. It seemed her patience had reached
its limit.
"Ah, I'm considering it..."
"Huh? Are you an idiot?!"
"Ah, maybe..."
The other party's imposing aura made me unconsciously voice my own assessment of myself, which I had only been thinking to myself.
It's good that they're not afraid of me. It saves me the trouble of properly persuading them to cooperate with my experiment. However, having my initiative
completely taken over makes me seem... quite lacking in the dignity of a demon.
"Ugh, please don't kill us." The smallest body let out an almost mournful cry, which
relieved my inferiority complex and made me feel a little more favorably towards the owner of the voice.
"Ah, no, I won't. As long as you cooperate obediently." I realized that my previous words seemed too weak, not
like the tone a demon should have. "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 Shu Kamu, the first princess of the Emmanuel royal family! I swear on the honor of the Emmanuel royal family, I will never be threatened by a demon!"
"Ah...but that makes things more difficult." In my anxiety, I didn't even notice that the other person
shared my surname.
"Hey, little brother, don't worry so much. You can tell me what you want us to do together
?" The priestess Maggie, seeing the situation was getting out of hand, quickly interjected.
"Huh? Ah, ah. Actually, I'm researching new magic and I need someone's help."
Perhaps because Maggie sounded like an older sister at that moment, I answered honestly.
"Ah? You're not going to use us as targets, are you?" The girl, whom Catherine had called "Lucy," asked, her voice almost trembling with tears
. Although compared to the other two, she might have the worst ability to adapt to reality,
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 that things have come to this, I have to do something to stop her from crying.
If my father finds out that I'm letting a girl cry endlessly, it'll be another lesson in the devil's spirit, right?
"Oh, it's true. I won't use you as targets." I suddenly remembered
a and immediately had an idea.
"Look, it's like this." I hurriedly made a gesture with my right hand, following my memory, and
grabbed the girl's small chest with my left hand.
With a soft "Ugh," the girl struggling under my clutches forgot about crying and screamed.
"Hey! Kid, what are you doing?!" Catherine, who was standing nearby, also asked with displeasure
. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that Catherine's displeasure wasn't so much with my rude behavior, but rather
with my failure to choose her.
Ah, at that moment, even being misunderstood as a lecher didn't matter. To ensure the magic's
effectiveness, I pressed down harder with my left hand. Lucia couldn't help but let
out a soft moan. This unexpected reaction and the unique sensation from the girl's chest made my heart flutter, but I still chanted softly and methodically
according : "O lewd spirits flying in the sky, convey my heart
through the air, open the evil barrier, accelerate the flow of desire. Badas, Vidafie."
I remember reading about auxiliary barriers in the chapters on barriers in the book of erotic magic, usually
used to enhance other magical effects. If used alone, they should be harmless. Of
course, more importantly, one of them requires a female body to open. So, I could use this
as an excuse to explain why I needed Rugia and the others' cooperation. Uh, just to appease them for now. Therefore
, for this purpose, I hoped the symbol of the barrier, the pink color that makes the air inside
appear within it, would be as clear and obvious as possible. This would help strengthen the credibility of my words.
But after silently waiting for two minutes, nothing happened around me. Huh? How could this be
? I couldn't help but feel defeated. Although I wasn't expecting
any earth-shattering, exaggerated effects like an Angel attack, Godzilla landing, or Orion's illusion firing a destructive cannon—that would probably be too much for the special effects team making my biography later
—but pink, my pink, why? Why hasn't it appeared yet?!
Even the soft object under my palm hasn't grown bigger or fuller.
"Lucy, are you alright?"
Maggie quickly asked Lugia.
"Ugh, my chest hurts so much from being pressed," Lugia cried.
"Huh? That's not the point!" Catherine also realized, "Hey, kid, what did you do to
Lucy ?!"
"Huh? Ah. I didn't do anything." Seeing the three women's distrustful gazes, I
realized 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 I wouldn't use you as targets."
"Then why are you pressing down on Lucy's chest so hard?"
Ugh, a very direct question.
"Because this barrier needs a partner of the opposite sex."
"Is there such a strange magic that requires a barrier to be created like this?" Although Catherine didn't ask 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 seemed Maggie didn't know either, so she asked me directly.
Ugh. I've been put on the spot again. If I honestly answered with the names of the lustful magic and the lustful barrier, the consequences would probably
be even more difficult to explain.
"Salty."
Seeing that I couldn't answer, Catherine finally gave me this description.
"Uh. No, no. I'm telling the truth."
Seeing that they didn't believe me at all, I panicked even more. Could it be that I was distracted by Lucy's shout earlier,
causing the spell to fail? I didn't have time to reflect and quickly recited the incantation again.
This time, even the three girls waited patiently for ten minutes, but nothing happened
. The surrounding air remained unchanged. Catherine finally couldn't help but chuckle.
Uh oh. This time, even I didn't believe myself. Not only did the color not change, but usually, after a barrier is opened,
those inside can always feel something different from before. Even this anomaly, I didn't
notice at all. In other words, the spell completely failed.
"How could this be?!" I lamented inwardly. It seems that the success with Millie last time was indeed just
luck; my luck in learning hasn't changed at all.
Honestly, using magic twice and ultimately nothing happening isn't a terrible event in my not-so-short magical learning
career. At least, compared to the countless embarrassing lessons I've learned before
, I'm probably still considered relatively lucky. Accidents like trying to summon a demon but ending up with a bear, or trying to electrocute someone but conjuring a bottle of cheap liquor, even led to some rather crude jokes
in the castle, like "Farmett's throwing a fireball! Everyone, hurry up and bring in the laundry!" "Little brother, you're so lecherous," Maggie teased with a smile, noticing my absent-mindedness. Huh? I realized then that my left hand was still on Lucy's chest, and I blushed, quickly pulling it back. This only earned me a merciless sneer from Catherine. Ugh, the barrier failed to open, and to be misunderstood like this, I was speechless. But I was so careless as to forget to finish the experiment before getting lost in thought; no wonder Maggie thought that . "I didn't mean to," I hurriedly explained, though I didn't really believe that a simple verbal explanation would dispel the misunderstanding . The other person's reaction, however, 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. "Ah, yes. Little brother, you're very kind." "Huh?" Sure enough, I got 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. "Yes, it's true." Maggie quickly affirmed. She probably thought my magic was really bad, so even if I got hit, there shouldn't be any problems? I found a seemingly reasonable explanation for this unexpected gain. "So, we can discuss the cooperation later. But could you loosen the ropes for us first? It's really painful being tied up like this." "Oh, is that so? Oh, I'm 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 the time, I was completely fooled by her.

Just as I was untying Maggie's ropes, suddenly, "Ugh!" a strange pain shot up from my lower abdomen
, instantly curling me into a shrimp-like position, completely paralyzed, leaving me writhing on the bed in agony.
"Sorry, little brother," Maggie stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled as she untied
the bonds from Catherine and Lucia beside her.
Faced with Maggie's smug and confident smile, I couldn't utter a single word. It wasn't just thanks to Maggie's knee
strike. In just a few seconds, the roles of the two 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 Maggie used to orchestrate
this scheme and manipulate the boy's mind from beginning to end could truly be
described as dazzling.
At the same time, Catherine, who had completely regained her freedom of movement, rubbed her wrist and straightforwardly came over to thank
Maggie .
"It's so beautiful." That's what I wanted to say too, but Maggie's tone carried a
hint of jealousy.
"Oh. It's 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 outwards, "I haven't thought of one yet, so I
don't have one 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.
"Oh, no!" 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." A truly stubborn and unreasonable person 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, it'll be
fine 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 , isn't it only a matter of time before we're discovered, become prisoners again, or even be killed?"
"Hmm. Hmm. That makes sense." I nodded inwardly.
"Hey. It's not that simple."
"Oh? Looks like there's some other conspiracy." Catherine narrowed her eyes, observing 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 a letter." "So, this is already our third day out. The journey from here to Helnes City, no matter how fast, should take a day and a half on horseback. Huh? That means we'll have to stay in this dilapidated 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 only made things difficult for 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 . "Little friend, you were quite lecherous just now, weren't you?" Catherine ignored the others' surprise, walked to me, and said with a smile. Is there a difference between being lecherous just now and now? I was really puzzled. Even though she tried to smile sweetly , I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. What if she did something to me? I tried to think . But, just like what I'd said to convince them, I didn't really believe it myself. "Don't deny it," Catherine smiled even sweeter. "Sister 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 the terrifying words, "Sister is going to eat you up no matter what ." "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 seemed unfazed, whispering in a tone that suggested the other was hopeless.

"These breasts, compared to the ones you just touched, don't they feel better?" she sighed.
Ah. Faced with that question, I was speechless. 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."
Of course, if we set aside these inappropriate sentiments... well, I mean, Catherine had every
reason to be angry. 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, always seeming to melt your hands.
"How is it, little one? Don't you think it's much better than before?" Catherine smiled
as she guided my hand 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, and I obediently wrote my answer on my dazed face. But Catherine
was still not satisfied, instead teasing me even more firmly, determined to get a clear answer from me
. Her stubborn expression was as hopelessly as that of a typical type addict. Ah,
that's probably what I think now. Although at that time, I completely forgot to think.
"Cousin, it's best not to mess around," Maggie stepped in with a wry smile to smooth things over.
"Huh? Are you jealous? Or do you want to join in the fun?"
This kind of answer, in an ordinary person's case, might be considered clueless and oblivious to the situation
. However, even though Catherine would later be revered as the "Iron-Fisted Queen," such utterly
eccentric 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 be so concerned about a child's opinion."
"Miss."
"Lucy, shut up!"
Lucia finally spoke up, trying to dissuade her mistress from her capricious behavior. However, as another accomplice in the crime
, her attempt to speak only provoked Catherine's even greater anger.
"So, unless you want to join in, don't interfere in our private affairs."
While warning her, Catherine became even more audacious. Her right hand didn't let go of me at all, while her left hand moved to
my crotch, skillfully freeing my penis from my pants.
"Ah!" The sound was almost identical to the shock Lucia had experienced earlier, only this time the cry
came from my mouth. At the same time, although I didn't shout, the three girls opposite me
stared in disbelief, seemingly more shocked than I was.
Of course, without asking, I could probably tell from the direction their eyes were fixed on the ground
what was causing their surprise. Having suddenly broken free of my restraints, much like the ferocious state of EVA Unit-01 in its berserk state
, my little brother, due to the intense stimulation I had just received, 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 a sight to behold, right?" I thought smugly to myself. Although I had made comparisons, the public
bathhouses and toilets were filled with monsters of sizes that were almost incomparable to those of human races. The kind of
sorrow that humans who grew up in the Devil's Castle couldn't understand was something that normal people couldn't comprehend. Perhaps only
knights and fantasy warriors who piloted the Cross Illusion but spent their days with the Orion Illusion wielding a destructive cannon could
truly understand.
But even after living so undignifiedly among monsters as a representative of humanity, it's all finally over
. Looking at Catherine and the others' surprised yet adoring expressions, a
uniquely male pride welled up inside me.
"Wow, so cute."
Just as I was feeling smug, Maggie's words instantly dragged me back from hell to heaven.
"Huh? Really?"
"Ah, so cute!"
Using the word "cute" to describe someone else's clone is anything but pleasant
. Especially with Catherine and Lucia chiming in. Ugh, the devastating
blow made me lower my head, a wave of shame washing over me, my blood
rushing away from my clone in a desperate rush, and my little brother instantly went limp.
"Hey, don't go soft!" Catherine shouted anxiously, for this concerned her dignity as a mature woman.
"Get up! Get it up!"
But if this were effective just by being told, I don't think there would be any male
impotence in the world. So, no matter how anxious and loud Catherine was, my body continued its utter
collapse according to my will.
"Damn it!" Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Catherine immediately disregarded everything else, bent down,
and took my penis into her mouth.
Huh! The sudden, intense stimulation rushed into my nerves. "What is this?" Before I
could even realize what was happening, my blood, which had been in complete disarray, suddenly regained its strength, surging back to the battlefield like a tide
. And that wasn't all; Catherine began to use her skillful oral sex to continuously boost my
morale. It wasn't just licking; even the edges of her tongue could make various smooth movements, gently massaging
my penis like a performance. The comfortable feeling at that moment even made me a little jealous of my little brother. Then,
she skillfully swallowed and released the two small balls tied to my penis, constantly stimulating them with her mouth. This gorgeous
technique made one wonder where she had honed such a "masterful" attack method
.
Soon, under Catherine's skill in motivating her subordinates, my army was swept up in a frenzy
, no longer under the control of reason, and completely soared. Even the moans didn't last long; in the first time in my life...
Summoned by the overwhelming pleasure, a swarm of reserves 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, before I collapsed again, exhausted. I ejaculated.
"Ugh, 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 her words hurt my pride, they were true. So I could
n't argue. In fact, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have the energy. I
was panting heavily, my mouth dry and parched, completely unaware of the subtle change in the air around me.
In fact, not only me, but even Catherine and the others were completely oblivious. Just as I ejaculated
, a barely perceptible pink hue quietly enveloped our surroundings.
"Lucy, now it's your turn. Get that brat's limp thing back up. We need to
punish this little devil properly." Perhaps seeing my silence, Catherine's anger flared, and she ordered
Lugia .
"Huh? Me? Miss, no!" Lugia's frightened expression was always so endearing.
"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? Getting
penetrated by him, you seemed quite pleased!"
"Oh, Miss. That was..." Lugia was on the verge of tears.
"So many reasons! Don't you like being penetrated?! I've decided, after you're done with 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 yelled at by Catherine, Maggie stopped talking and decided to completely distance herself from the situation.
"Ugh..." Lucia knew that saying anything more would only make things worse, so she could only
walk .
Hey? Are you kidding me? Although I didn't get a word in edgewise, I heard everything clearly from the side.
Watching the girl approach step by step, my heart was pounding like a drum. Such a cute
girl, does she really want to...do it with me? Normally, I would really welcome her. But,
my little brother, who has just fought a bloody battle, is about to be thrown into another new war so soon, it's going to be very tiring
. Can my body really take it? I was groaning in my heart.
But at this moment, my will was, of course, the first to be rejected. Lucia, 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 almost immediately
ordered to work again. This inhumane treatment was especially cruel given the lack of overtime pay. I had no
choice but to protest to the boss on behalf of my somewhat aching brother.
"It's okay, let her do it properly." Catherine clearly misunderstood. "Kid, you
just need to enjoy yourself. Although compared to me, you'll be far inferior."
Although she didn't finish with a queen-like "hehe" laugh, Catherine wasn't inferior either. It was only after being
told that I somewhat realized that, although I knew that Lucia's crying wasn't my fault, only slightly
related, it was still easy for a girl to give me the impression of hurting my male
pride by performing oral sex while crying in front of me, which made me uncomfortable.
However, compared to Catherine's devilishly expert-level technique, Lucia's
oral sex skills seemed clumsy and childish. Of course, it was precisely because of this that it matched her pitiful and charming image
. Moreover, even if she was unwilling at the beginning, once she started, Lucia still seemed very dedicated
. Looking at her focused expression, even my penis, which should have been too weak to maintain an erection, seemed moved and stood up again
.
"Not bad, it's quite effective!"
Catherine mocked from the side, her proud expression giving me an urge to grab her and
ravage her.
Seeing my clone regain its fighting power, Lucia paused, turning back to look helplessly at Catherine.
"What? What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and open your little sister, let me in!"
Although I had heard about it beforehand, I still didn't expect Catherine to let Lucia do it so readily, and I stared wide-eyed
at the girl's shy actions. But despite her inability to hide her fear and shyness, Lucia showed
no sign of stopping. Whether it was a special design or not, it seemed quite simple; once the skirt
was removed, Lucia was completely naked, revealing her unadorned garden and the ropes tightly binding her.
Having absolutely zero experience with women's genitals, I didn't even realize the obvious fact that Lucia
wasn't wearing underwear. I remember staring blankly at Rugia's lower
body, muttering to myself, "So that's how it is." Conversely, although she was embarrassed by my gaze,
her face even redder than before, Rugia, with her experience, first helped me undress completely.
Then she knelt on the bed beside my waist, gently holding my erect penis and slowly guiding it into her
secret forest, before sitting on top of me.
"Ugh. It's so 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 washed over me turned
into a comfortable moan. Completely different from the oral sex earlier, the pressure I felt inside her body
and the subtle friction between the folds of her vaginal walls and my penis gave me a different, unparalleled experience.
"Goodbye. My virginity." At this moment, I actually had the mood to make such a sorrowful farewell.
At times, I really admired myself. As the saying goes, if the stimulation is too intense, a person can't help
but overthink to escape reality. That probably describes my situation perfectly. But,
surrounded by Lucia's tightly packed petals, how many men could remain rational? I let
my thoughts wander freely, like swimming in my mother's amniotic fluid.
"She's really just a brat, a simple insertion and she's already overthinking." If Catherine could
see my thoughts, she would surely say something even more sarcastic. But
Lucia didn't say a word, not even a brief "I'm going to move," before she began
to sway her hips.
Perhaps because she was being forced, at first, Lucia moved slowly and carefully, as if trying
to find some pleasure from me first. But soon, her burning body began to weep
. No, perhaps it was as if echoing the glistening sweat on her skin, a sticky
sensation gradually spread from her garden to my nerves. Her beautiful and alluring appearance made me, riding beneath her, unable to resist
the urge to reach out and grasp her. One hand rested on Lucia's full buttocks, while the other climbed onto her delicate breasts.
I had expected rejection, but Lucia only offered a brief moan in response. So, my
hands began to knead her even more unconsciously. All of this made Lucia, straddling me,
burn even more intensely.
"Ah! So good."
This was tantamount to a signal for me to intensify my actions. My hands began to roam more wildly over Lucia's body,
and I thrust my hips harder, hoping to satisfy each other even more.
"Ah, no." Sure enough, under my intensified onslaught, Lucia's reaction became even more intense.
"Good job, kid!" Although it was still her usual tone, Catherine's voice no longer
seemed so aggressive. On the contrary, she involuntarily swallowed. This lewd scene would surely
elicit . Of course, I didn't know that the barrier I thought hadn't worked was now
exponentially increasing the desires of the four people present 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 seemed to be somewhat satisfied. This
excitement suddenly reminded me of the various incomprehensible symbols on the last two pages of the erotic magic book, symbols I had always considered useless
. Could this be describing this very situation? I pulled Lucia down, making her lie
flat on my chest, then rolled over and knelt, 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,
she had never known how to use this freedom before. But my sudden attack drove
Ruggie, who was caught off guard, into a frenzy.
"Ah, I'm about to cum..."
"Hey, hey, don't cum!" Catherine hurriedly stopped her, "
It would be too embarrassing to be defeated by a child!"
But, in this kind of situation, it seems more normal to disobey others than the other way around, right?
"Ah, ah... I can't take it anymore." After her last struggle, Ruggie's whole body convulsed, her internal body
contracting hotly, starting from the base of her thighs, like being pounded by waves, and she slowly collapsed onto the bed.
To be honest, Ruggie's quick defeat was partly due to the forbidden posture attack I suddenly used on her
in the back of the erotic magic book, and the other half was thanks to the doubled erotic barrier, which
multiplied Ruggie's sensitivity. At the time, I was completely overwhelmed by the satisfaction of conquering a girl for the first time
, and my penis, which had just been brought to orgasm by Catherine, wasn't going
to ejaculate a second time even after Lucia's orgasm. I pulled my still-erect penis from the limp Lucia and, with a
fierce look, walked towards Catherine, who had
been mocking me the whole time. 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 . But for some reason, she didn't get very far before her legs gave way, and she
collapsed to the ground.
This was a golden opportunity. Strangely, Maggie, standing nearby, didn't stop me at all
; she just stared blankly as I pulled Catherine away, occasionally swallowing hard.
If Catherine's charm were strictly categorized, perhaps only half of it could be attributed to her captivating beauty. The other
half is entirely due to 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 mocked me and Lucia just now
, and the urge I felt just now to drag her over and ravage her beneath me.
"It's already quite wet here, isn't it?" I gently slipped my left hand under Catherine's belly armor, deliberately
pinching before saying smugly. At this moment, Catherine had completely lost the ability to resist, letting me take liberties with 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 Lucia earlier; I became wild and bold. Like a
seasoned prostitute I had read about in adult books, I teased her wantonly.
"Ah…" Faced with this question that didn't require an answer, Catherine was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to answer or
not.
"What a slutty woman!" I gently nibbled on her ear.
"Ah!" Because even the slightest stimulation could be transformed by the double barrier
, Catherine couldn't even muster the energy to protest.
"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," I might have been able to
control myself from teasing Catherine a little. But because she used "hurry up!"
With a tone bordering on coquetry, my desire completely overwhelmed the barrier of reason. Of course, that was also because I
wasn't exactly a seasoned flirt.
The soft armor and the clothes covering Catherine's alluring body were quickly tossed aside. The surrounding
air seemed to have become so vibrant that it no longer resembled pink. But who cared about that? The saying "
a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces 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! Ah..." Catherine panted as she climbed on top of me, and without any prompting, she had already
spread her legs, waiting for the ship to dock.
"Ah..." Faced with such an invitation, I couldn't find a reason to refuse. In fact, I myself
could no longer restrain myself. "Go!" I don't know who I was yelling at, but
my proudly erect member plunged completely into Catherine's depths.
"Mmm..." Thanks to my recent encounter with Lucia, I didn't
react as strongly to the sudden fullness as Catherine.
"Want it?" I asked, playing hard to get.
"Mmm, don't talk, just come on."
"Then let's start!" I shouted, my hips moving violently. Catherine, on the other hand
, responded with familiar abandon.
"Ah, does it feel good?"
"Ah... keep going, harder."
Continuing this pointless exchange, I
practiced the positions I remembered from the last two pages of the erotic magic book, as if reviewing a lesson. Each new position
gave us both a new stimulation.
But, as they say, nothing lasts forever. Before I could even finish my practice, immense pressure surged through my body
, impacting my pocket. What hadn't been released within Lugia seemed to find a doubly potent release within Catherine
. Beyond reason, my manhood roared once more.
"Ah!..." Simultaneously, seemingly fueled by my anger, Catherine's body
convulsed, and scalding nectar gushed from her petals.
"Ugh. What a disappointment." Seeing Catherine and Lugia seemingly unable to continue, I began
to look around for new prey. The surrounding air turned crimson. Now
, only Maggie remained. Although she hadn't
uttered a single word since the beginning, her sitting there panting made her stand out. 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, calmness, and wisdom on the continent, Maggie actually
pushed me away, attempting to resist. She twisted her slender 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, or positions, 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 in my heart.
I frantically dragged Maggie over, not so much because I was too strong at the time, but because Maggie eventually
stopped resisting. The red lust that surged through the air eventually caused everyone to lose
their self-control , and Maggie, on the contrary, took the initiative to move closer, even semi-voluntarily removing her cumbersome priest's robes.
My previous stubborn resistance seemed to have become a catalyst for all of this. Even the resistance itself, under the veil of lust,
became a form of desire.
I couldn't control my low moans and pounced on her, passionately kissing Maggie's luscious lips. Our tongues
intertwined 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
each other's groin, teasing each other. Although my technique was far inferior to Maggie's,
it didn't affect her emotions at all. In fact, even without my hands, 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 any more time.
I suddenly plunged my murderous sword into Maggie's body and began to thrust forcefully.
"Ah...continue..." Maggie writhed passionately beneath me, her previous calm and
rational demeanor completely gone.
Technique seemed utterly meaningless at this moment. Ignoring Maggie's reactions,
I simply thrust my hips relentlessly, relying solely on the impulse of a virgin to satisfy both myself and her.
"Ah...um...I'm coming...really...so good..." I wondered
what the words of the most intellectual woman on the continent meant before reaching her climax. A wave of pleasure simultaneously swept through my entire
body.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore." I cried out like this countless times, my
semen gushing 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, she still looked completely unsatisfied
, her erect penis still throbbing. I forgot to consider why. He became even more frenzied,
attacking every woman around him with the same madness as the beast that had killed Millie. He indiscriminately
pulled three women to his side, no longer considering their physical condition, and went to bed with them again.
In the end, I don't even remember how many times I released myself on the three women. Even with the protection of the barrier,
after a few final convulsions, I even forgot whose body I collapsed onto before completely losing my strength
.
Generally speaking, once a lustful barrier is activated, its effect of amplifying lust and sustaining the practitioner's physical and mental energy is...
That was enough for an ordinary mage to face about five opponents. But thinking it hadn't worked
, I recklessly opened two more in a row. The effect wasn't something you could simply
calculate with addition like five plus five equals ten. And although the physical exertion within the barrier wasn't accumulated and settled afterward,
the semen I used was completely irreplaceable. It was only thanks to my youth at the time and the "old
stock" I had accumulated as a virgin that my body withstood the consequences of this one and only act of madness and didn't collapse. In my
future life, even if I only opened one, I would carefully consider whether it was necessary. Of course,
those were lessons learned after this incident.
When the people inside the barrier finally stopped moving, I seemed to see the surrounding crimson slowly
fading. This proved that the barrier's power had begun to gradually disappear. But at that moment, I couldn't
care less about that. At the same time, 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, only
to demand a heavy 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 been made were too late to undo.

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