The Hypnotic Tale of Princess Consort Dragon (Parts 1 & 2)

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(Part 1)

Parallel Worlds.

For many researchers, the world is never a simple straight line, but rather like a tree with
countless branches, existing in parallel.

In their concept, countless worlds exist in other unobservable spaces, each with its own
possibilities and destiny, similar yet different.

This still unfinished story has a future that deviates from the predetermined trajectory, a
story that differs subtly yet significantly from the original tale, a story that has distorted in parallel.

This is a chaotic tale from parallel worlds…

************ ********* ************

To materialize one's soul into a tangible substance and transform it into a unique weapon, wielding
an ability called magic, is a talent.

Those who possess this talent are called Blade Weavers.

Faced with such superhuman beings who could surpass existing science, the world naturally established
organizations to cultivate and manage Blademasters; the Magic Knight League to restrain and control them; seven training
schools to hold sword festivals; and even criminal organizations that defied society. The world naturally accepted such beings.

Stella, from the Vermillion Empire, was one of them.

Stella Vermillion.

Titled "The Crimson Princess," she was a powerful Blademaster with extremely high talent and stunning beauty, even
considered a once-in-a-decade prodigy.

Possessing strength worthy of being ranked among the world's top, she fell in love with a boy whose talent was far inferior to hers, nicknamed
the Failed Knight; an unexpected encounter, a duel to understand each other, and a series of fateful events led Stella
to quickly fall in love with the boy named Kurogane Ikki.

And her fate quietly began to change with the start of the school selection tournament.

"W-what is this?!"

"What's wrong, Stella?"

Seeing Stella's surprised expression as she looked at the student handbook that served as a communicator, Ikki curiously glanced
at it as well.

Then, he saw some unexpected words.

"Player... change notification?"

"Yeah! The school didn't say this would happen..."

"Class 4, 'Murakoshi Aizen'... That's a very unfamiliar name."

Seeing the name and photo of Stella's fifth opponent, Ikki quickly reviewed his memories.

Although he vaguely remembered the appearance and name of the students in Class 4 because of Shizuku, he
had no impression of this person at all, which made him feel a slight sense of unease.

"...Well, Stella should be fine, right?" "

I don't need any information, I'm confident."

For Stella, no matter who her opponent was, she had no intention of stopping; in order to be able to compete with Ikki in the very
end , she would win no matter what.

Despite his battered state, Ikki still managed to defeat Kirihara Shizuya, making her feel incredibly dazzled.

"Ikki, just you wait! In the qualifiers the day after tomorrow, I'll burn this generic
face of some Murakoshi to ashes!"

"Well, even though there are IPs, it's better not to go too hard..."

Seeing Stella's eager expression, Ikki could only smile wryly.

Although he couldn't watch the match in person because he had promised to visit Ayatsuji Kaito in the hospital, he didn't
feel regretful, because Ikki firmly believed that Stella had no reason to lose.

He was looking forward to her waiting for him at the top.

"Then, Stella... wait for me."

"Yeah—I'll wait for you."

After a dozen seconds, the two, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, blushed and stepped back.

Although they had already expressed their feelings for each other at the swimming pool and even shared their first kiss,
for Ikki and Stella, this tender moment together still made them blush.

************ ************ ************

Time flies.

Two days passed quickly, and Stella, having summoned her spirit dress, was ready, intently staring at
the tall boy in front of her.

Her gaze naturally fell on the narrow, long straight sword in his hand.

The smooth blade looked like a ribbon, with its varying shades of purple patterns
swaying in the arena lights, exuding an ominous aura.

But this wasn't the reason Stella wasn't looking at her opponent.

"Nice to meet you, Famillion."

It was an unremarkable face, the kind you could find anywhere on the street.

However, the way he looked at her seemed to know her well, full of affection, and his
greeting carried an unusual warmth and joy, making her deeply uncomfortable.

Stella, who had been approached by hundreds of men, had never felt so unbearable.

Stella couldn't hear the live report or the commentator's voice.

This man exuded a nauseating aura completely at odds with his appearance, making her hair stand on
end and instinctively on guard.

"My name is Murakoshi, you can also call me Aizen. Actually, I've been—" "

…………Shut up."

"!"

She instinctively interrupted Murakoshi.

A scorching aura gradually spread around her, and crimson sparks spread across the arena
floor .

Holding her sword in her right hand, Stella's gaze shifted to her smiling enemy, and she slashed down without hesitation.

Purple and red clashed.

At the last moment, barely managing to catch up with Stella's rhythm, Murakoshi's straight sword blocked the slash.

However, the force that sent flames flying through the air directly forced him back several steps.

At the same time, the red-haired figure rapidly approached.

Before Murakoshi could react, Stella's seemingly calm slash unleashed a scorching storm, carrying with it...
A powerful magical strike descended from above, landing on the straight sword that was barely managing to defend.

"Ugh... that was heavy, where's the slash...!"

But Murakoshi's gaze still held a smile.

That forced composure ignited a spark of discontent in Stella's heart.

"Hmph!"

With a forceful sweep of her arm, she pushed Murakoshi back, her sword twisting lightly in mid-air before
swinging out again in less than half a second, colliding with Murakoshi's intended attack.

Breaking through Murakoshi's defenses with pure speed and power, her sword glowed with scorching light.

"—Princess Dragon Jaw!"

"...!"

The next second, flames large enough to engulf half the arena tore apart the spot where Murakoshi had been standing.

The scorching torrent mercilessly sliced through everything in front of him, the hard floor melting
like butter in less than half a second.

The power of the attack was locked inside, the heat unable to dissipate, and the arena was quickly enveloped in wisps of steam.

Having narrowly escaped a fatal blow at the last moment, Murakoshi landed at the other end.

If not for the protective barrier, the stands would likely be engulfed in flames by now.

"That was dangerous, thankfully—"

"Enough talk!"

Sparks flew from her feet as Stella, unleashing magic from her legs to accelerate her charge, brought her sword straight down on Murakoshi's
head, only to have it parried by the seemingly weak purple blade.

Before the attack could land, the Fierce Dragon Sword had already circled halfway, now sweeping horizontally towards Murakoshi's ribs.

Seeing this, Murakoshi also moved his hands, his blade dancing rapidly through the air like a phantom, deflecting the incoming sword with a
deep purple magical strike and instead slashing towards Stella's chest.

Without hesitation, Stella took a half-step back, blocking with her sword, deflecting the blade tip that was almost piercing her chest with the thick, hard
spine of her blade.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit your chest—"

"I told you to shut up!"

Ignoring her words, Stella continued her attack.

Burning magic streaked across the arena with countless red-hot streaks, gradually filling
the space with heat enough to char the entire arena; each swing unleashed a devastating force enough to shake the ground, her two-handed swords adding more wounds to
the ring as she pressed closer to Murakoshi.

Though his expression remained relaxed, even with Murakoshi displaying unusual power, he couldn't escape being at a disadvantage
.

Therefore, as the audience predicted, he quickly took the initiative, preparing to break the deadlock.

Crouching to avoid several fiery blades aimed at his head and face, the purple straight sword in Murakoshi's hand flashed with a blinding
light , shooting out from the tip with a motion reminiscent of firing a gun.

The sudden burst of light made Stella instinctively look away.

"Open your eyes with fury—!"

With a low shout, Murakoshi's spirit armor unleashed dozens of slashes simultaneously.

Purple blade marks shone brilliantly in the flashes.

Timing, angle, power—he captured the moment before Stella could even react.

However—

"This level of magic power—"

The slashes only produced a sound.

Under Stella's vast magic power, dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary swordsman, Murakoshi's fierce onslaught failed
to cause any damage. The purple magic blades were like boiling water poured onto a hot stone,
evaporated and disappeared in less than a second by the magic shield she exuded in the air.

As a basic ability of a swordsman, Stella was far superior to Murakoshi.

"—Still too weak!"

A flash of flame.

Carrying flames of lethal heat, the Fierce Dragon Sin Sword heavily struck the straight sword that was in a parrying stance.

Although it did not directly hit Murakoshi, the force of the blast and the impact was enough to
blast , sending him flying off the arena.

However, Stella's expression didn't relax.

From the feel of her attack hitting, she knew that Murakoshi hadn't lost his fighting ability.

"This guy—"

"I...I surrender..."

"Huh—ah, what...?"

Murakoshi's words startled her.

After standing up again, her opponent suddenly surrendered.

"The...the match is over! Murakoshi has surrendered! Famillion
has advanced to !"

"Knowing he was outmatched, he surrendered. That kid at least has some common sense."

Freed from her concentration, the voices from the audience and the live broadcast gradually
returned .

But for Stella, the joy of this victory wasn't intense.

In terms of swordsmanship, physical skills, magic usage, and even mentality and performance in battle, while Murakoshi was not weak, he
was no match for her. Winning without taking damage was expected and didn't
bring much surprise. What bothered her more was
the strange attitude of adoration and excitement Murakoshi had shown her before the match. The match ended enthusiastically 　　at this moment , as

she was lost in thought.

Neither the countless spectators, the teachers and
students 　　reporting the event, nor even Stella herself noticed the faint purple 　　light that flashed as her spirit dress dissipated 　　.

＊ ... 　　"..." 　　After pondering for a while, Stella seemed to have made a decision and left her dormitory room. 　　She exchanged a few words with the classmates she met along the way, and chased away the rude boys with her eyes. She arrived at a place on campus that was rarely visited by anyone.

Located near the new school building, the old indoor gymnasium had been converted into a large storage warehouse.

Stella arrived at the warehouse, glanced around, and then opened the door, stepping into the dusty
gymnasium .

"...I'm here."

"Ah, you really are here, Famillion-kun."

Standing before her was the unremarkable face she'd seen in the ring before.

Murakoshi Aizen.

Why she'd agreed to meet him alone after receiving his text message
wasn't entirely clear to Stella; although he'd mentioned something important about Ikki in the message, upon reflection,
she didn't think she needed to so readily accept his request.

Stella's intuition warned her.

Whether it was his performance during the selection trials or his current expression, this seemingly harmless
guy was definitely not right.

"Ikki's in danger? What happened?"

Stella broke the silence.

If it concerned Ikki's safety, she couldn't afford not to take the risk.

"Well... it's related to my sword-wielding technique..."

As if oblivious to Stella's hostile and questioning gaze, Murakoshi calmly answered.

"My sword-wielding technique is called 'Reading the Unknown,' which allows me to briefly glimpse the future. That's why I was
able to ... Unfortunately, it's actually quite weak, therefore..."

"That's not what I want to hear! What happened to Ikki?!" Stella

interrupted Murakoshi's explanation.

She didn't care about sword-wielding techniques.

She only wanted to know if the man who was so important to her was safe and sound.

"Hmm... that's why I called Vermilion here..."

"...What happened?"

Stella asked, puzzled.

"My ability allows me to choose the object of my observation of the future through physical contact... In other words, if I want to
observe Kurogane's future, I need to choose the person closest to him..."

"...So you came to me, huh?"

Hearing Murakoshi's explanation, she finally understood why she had come here.

Ignoring a few exceptions, most Blade Masters need to use their Auras in conjunction with their abilities.

Even with a non-lethal Illusionary Form, summoning an Aura on school grounds
without is inappropriate; and in unsupervised situations, it can only
be used in designated school areas.

Even though it's no longer permitted, the gymnasium, as one of the training grounds, is still a place where Auras are allowed to be used.

"Why are you helping me like this? I don't even know you."

"Because I've always liked Vermillion, so I don't want to see you so worried."

"…………"

Hearing this, Stella frowned and fell into deep thought.

She wasn't familiar with this Muragoshi, and the classmates she knew seemed to have no impression of him, making it
difficult for her to trust him; but thinking that Ikki might be in danger, Stella was convinced that she had no other
choice .

She herself didn't know where this certainty came from.

However, she had been out of contact with Ikki for several days, making it impossible for her not to worry.

And this worry seemed to have transformed into a determination, leading her to choose to trust Muragoshi.

"...Alright, I'll believe you this once."

[Being trusting this person is unavoidable for Ikki's sake].

Following the thought that surfaced in her mind, Stella made her decision.

"However, you'd better tell me exactly what happened to Ikki! Otherwise, you'll definitely
be a charred corpse this time!"

"Of course..."

Facing Stella's threatening words, he didn't show any panic. Murakoshi quietly summoned his
purple straight sword.

"Please cooperate, Famillion-kun, and try to minimize your magic resistance."

"I, I know...!"

Even knowing the tip of the sword wasn't lethal, Stella still couldn't help but tense up.

Unlike the resolve that had just surfaced in her mind, her intuition reacted completely differently.

Staring at the gathering purple magic power, Stella unconsciously took a half-step back.

This man is strange.

Something's wrong.

[Being trusting this person is unavoidable for Ikki's sake].

Even so, the fact that she had agreed to be attacked by the Spirit Dress was already quite problematic.

"...No, wait!"

Stella's voice trembled with panic.

The conflict between rational thought and instinct finally made her realize the abnormality happening to her.

"Sorry—I don't want to wait any longer."

But she was too late.

Even though she reacted at the last moment, she couldn't be as sharp as she was in battle.

"Open your eyes with fierce passion—"

A cold touch pierced her body.

"—'Gates of Heaven'!"

A strange sensation spread from her chest, clouding her consciousness.

Stella hastily retreated, but she wasn't as swift as Murakoshi, who was poised to strike. In the end, she couldn't
escape being pierced by his spirit dress.

Then, Stella's thoughts came to a halt.

********** ********** ********** ****************

The purple light gradually weakened, slowly dissipating after a long while.

However, when the purple light dissipated, it didn't dissipate into the air, but seemed to melt into Stella's body.

"..."

Silently drawing his sword and stepping back, Murakoshi stared at the girl before him.

Her two vibrant red ponytails swayed slightly with Stella's retreat, but this couldn't compare to the
violent heaving of her large breasts, which seemed to be struggling to break free of her clothes.

He didn't relax his scrutiny, carefully examining her.

Only after confirming her condition several times did Murakoshi finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"...Hoo...Puhehe, aha...Aha, hahahahahaha!!"

Then, as if he could no longer hold back, Murakoshi burst into maniacal laughter.

If anyone else were present, they would certainly be quite surprised by his current appearance;
completely different from his usual gentle demeanor, Murakoshi's eyes, as he laughed maniacally, revealed a brutal and wicked aura, and the corners of his mouth
twisted lewdly.

"Stella Vermillion...So easily swayed by Kurogane Ikki, just like in the original work, all looks
and no brains! What Crimson Princess, in the end, she was also tricked by me! Ahahahahahaha!"

At the moment of achieving his goal, he no longer suppressed the madness and impulse in his heart.

—Murakoshi Aizen was not an ordinary person, much less a normal person.

—His soul was reincarnated from another world, seizing ownership of this body.

—In terms only understood by a certain race, he was an existence called a 'transmigrator'.

—It wasn't just his personality and memories that were altered by his unique abilities, but also his sword-wielding technique.

"As expected, if it hits, even a protagonist-level swordsman can't resist the effect of '
Heaven 's Gate'...!"

His original sword-wielding technique could only produce brainwave noise that had no effect on others, making it a very weak
ability.

However, the drastic changes that occurred during the soul possession in another world altered his original ability.

Unclassified special type sword-wielding technique 'Heaven's Gate'.

Now, as long as Murakoshi touches his opponent with his spirit armor, he can directly invade their consciousness, read,
interfere with and even manipulate it; recalling several works he liked in his previous life, he
changed the name of his sword-wielding technique when naming it.

And when he learned that he had been reincarnated into this world, which was just a novel in his previous life, he made
a major decision.

"Although it was quite tough... but my decision to come to Hagun Academy with all my might was really the right one...!"

Looking at Stella, whose consciousness had stopped, Murakoshi smiled foolishly.

A woman with large breasts and a voluptuous figure, driven by lust.

A noble background and stunning beauty.

Her arrogant words and actions, filled with a playful impulse and a subservient air.

Even before her reincarnation, Murakoshi was deeply infatuated with her, nearly
spending .

However, Murakoshi also knew very well that he could never have her.

His three-dimensional self and the two-dimensional character could never truly interact, let alone
engage in romance— something even VR technology couldn't achieve—it was all just wishful thinking.

But things changed.

After learning that he was in a parallel world called "The Failed Knight Hero Translation," Murakoshi had been waiting for
Stella to arrive, preparing to possess her.

Rebirth through possession made his long-held delusion a possibility.

In the selection tournament, he used the power of Heaven's Gate to narrowly defeat his first opponent and then
used the same method to "discourage" Stella's fifth opponent. Next, Murakoshi had
the teacher "assist" by making himself Stella's new opponent.

What followed was straightforward.

Knowing the original story's plot, during his battle with Stella, he used Heaven's Gate to insert
the instruction "believe in Aizen for the sake of Ikki Kurogane
"

into her thoughts. He also timed his meeting with her privately when Ikki Kurogane was being held captive by the Ethics Committee through the Sane family. As he predicted, Stella, influenced by the instruction, complied and went to the warehouse privately
without .

Under the lingering influence of the instruction, Stella had no chance to defend herself.

Therefore, Murakoshi's full-force attack successfully pierced her deliberately weakened magical shield, plunging her into
a state of complete mental paralysis.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he swung his straight sword again, imprinting the command into her unsuspecting subconscious.

[Hearing Murakoshi Aizen's finger flute will cause her consciousness to completely freeze].

Since magic directly penetrates the subconscious, the command cannot be erased by external force. Therefore, Murakoshi used this deep command as a base to establish a backdoor, allowing him to control Stella
at will without using his Spirit Armor or his ultimate sword techniques. 　　Believing that the more one uses their abilities, the easier it is to make mistakes or even be taken advantage of, Murakoshi had considerable self-control in using Heaven's Gate . He also utilized basic hypnotic techniques in dealing with Stella. 　　After completing all the necessary preliminary work, Murakoshi only felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. 　　However, what he felt most deeply was not fatigue, but an even stronger sense of pleasure and excitement. 　　"Hoo hoo, hoo ha ha ha... Hmph, ha ha ha...!" 　　The sense of conquest of manipulating the original heroine, the perverse feeling of twisting and altering the predetermined future, the immoral feeling of defying common sense in ordinary daily life—all these made 　　Murakoshi unable to stop laughing . 　　He could finally be with Stella. 　　" 　　Stella... I can finally have you...!" 　　Raising his straight sword, Murakoshi began to activate his 　　magic to construct new commands. And 　　at this moment when everything was ready, it was time 　　　　for 　　him to reap the 　　'harvest'. 　　********** ... 　　She was the one who said she would accept the other's spirit dress touching her, but she inexplicably avoided it. 　　The tension and unease that had been so ingrained in her heart just a moment ago vanished abruptly, as if it had just been a strange illusion ; however, when she thought that she [did not need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen], the doubts in her mind immediately disappeared, allowing her to relax naturally. 　　Stella couldn't even remember why she had doubted Murakoshi's intentions.

"Um...sorry, I think it was...that..."

Stella apologized somewhat awkwardly.

After all, it was the other person who offered to help, and it wouldn't be right for her to be so rude.

"Ah, I understand. After all, there's been no news from Kurogane-kun."

"Thank you...you're a really nice person."

Murakoshi's friendly attitude made her feel a little favorably disposed towards him.

Although she had absolutely no recollection of this classmate and no information to deduce his intentions, she felt
relieved after thinking that she [didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable towards Murakoshi Aizen].

Besides, as a princess, she naturally couldn't view others with prejudice.

"But...ah, I see."

Murakoshi looked at the straight sword in his hand.

"It seems that Famillion-kun probably doesn't like being touched by weapons, right? That's why he
stepped back so nervously just now."

"Maybe...?"

For Stella, who had absolutely no recollection of him, this question was impossible to answer.

How could she answer something she couldn't even remember herself?

"If Familyon doesn't object, I can use a compromise."

"A compromise?"

Stella looked at Murakoshi's smiling face.

"As mentioned earlier, my ability requires physical contact, right? By its nature, I need to transfer magic power to
the target to activate the ability, so the best way is to use my Spirit Dress to touch the opponent."

"I see... Spirit Dresses are the most convenient for transferring magic power."

Stella nodded.

She had no doubt about the reasoning Murakoshi gave.

"As for a compromise, as long as I don't use my Spirit Dress for physical contact, that's fine. Although this would make the magic power
transfer process longer, and the activation of the ability would also take more time... I wonder
if Familyonon has any objections?"

"Huh? Ah..."

After thinking about Murakoshi's words for a moment, Stella quickly understood what he meant.

"Physical contact without using Spirit Armor—it's just touching!"

"Yes, if I don't use my Spirit Armor's abilities, I'll need to touch your body directly with my hands.
How about that, Vermillion?"

"Is that even a question?!"

Stella couldn't help but raise her voice.

She couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Murakoshi's lukewarm attitude.

"How could I possibly object!"

Then, she agreed without hesitation.

She allowed him to touch her body directly without even thinking.

"...But, Vermillion's status is so noble, and I'm just a classmate who has almost
no ...Do you still want me to touch your body with my hands?"

"But this method was your suggestion, right? Of course, I have no problem with it!"

Stella answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

As a princess, she certainly knew that being touched by a strange man was a big problem with etiquette.

But Stella had already decided to [accept all opinions and requests made by Murakoshi Aizen], so ordinary
etiquette issues could not stop her.

"Really? I'm going to use these hands to touch every part of Famillion's body, okay?"

"I said it's okay! Why are you so talkative? Come here already!"

Under her repeated urging, Murakoshi slowly walked over.

Then, his hands touched Stella's cheeks and waist.

"Ugh...!"

"Familyon, don't move."

"I know...!"

Stella stood up straight as instructed.

Through her clothes, Murakoshi's hands slowly caressed her body.

Deliberately drawing back all the magic power that had overflowed to form a protective shield, Stella only felt waves of warm, strange
sensations seeping through her uniform and landing on her skin.

"Hmm... this isn't very good."

Saying this, Murakoshi stopped his hands.

"Familyon, excuse me, could you please take off your clothes?"

"Take off my clothes...?"

Stella looked at Murakoshi, whose eyes were darting around, in confusion.

"Because of the nature of this ability, I need to ensure sufficient efficiency in magic transmission; direct skin contact won't
work. Fermillion, just put your clothes on that rack."

"What a troublesome ability..."

Stella muttered to herself, and obediently unbuttoned her uniform.

If she weren't willing to accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests, she wouldn't be taking off her clothes in
this dirty place.

"Ah, wait a minute, Fermillion."

Just as she was about to unbutton her uniform, Murakoshi called out to her.

"What is it?"

"If you're okay, please look here and smile as you take off your clothes."

Looking in Murakoshi's direction, she saw her student
handbook pointed at her body, clearly in video recording mode.

"Hmm. Is this okay?"

After thinking for a moment, Stella gave him a charming smile.

Only after seeing Murakoshi give her a thumbs-up did she begin to undress in front of the camera.

Her outer garment and shirt quietly slipped away from Stella's body.

The pantyhose were hung on the rack beside her, and her short skirt slid down onto the cushions.

Stella lightly removed her clothes one by one, as naturally as if preparing for a bath, completely ignoring
Muragoshi's scrutinizing gaze and his constant recording of her exposed skin.

After all, she didn't need to feel wary or uncomfortable around Muragoshi Aizen.

Smiling, she even stopped at Muragoshi's gestures, allowing the camera to carefully record her
limbs usually covered by her uniform. Stella obediently followed his instructions.

What should have been a short undressing process stretched several times over, even turning into a flaunting display as she
posed in several alluring positions for Muragoshi to photograph. Hadn't she already decided to accept everything Muragoshi Aizen proposed?
If it were about opinions and requests, she probably would have impatiently stripped off her clothes long ago.

After a while, Stella was left with only two bright green lace lingerie pieces.

Although she sensed a change in the way Murakoshi was looking at her, she didn't pay much attention.

"Alright, you're all dressed up, what's next?"

"Uh... I can't really say, but you can let me try it out first."

Placing the student handbook, which served as a video recorder, on the pommel horse, Murakoshi moved closer to Stella, his hands naturally
resting on her body.

Murakoshi's ten fingers immediately sank into her full breasts.

Grasping the upper part of her breasts, Murakoshi moved his fingers as if kneading dough, causing the soft, tender
flesh to sway slightly with his movements.

As for her breasts being rubbed and pinched, Stella felt a little itchy, but she didn't
resist or express any dissatisfaction.

"How's the magic transfer?"

For Stella, the only thing she cared about was whether Murakoshi could use his ability.

Right now, confirming Ikki's safety was more important than anything else.

"Hmm, looks like I need to get closer."

"Is that so?"

Stella casually replied, letting Murakoshi walk behind her.

The next second, she felt Murakoshi's arms tighten around her, and her whole body was pulled into his
embrace; at the same time, Stella could feel his heavy breathing on the back of her neck, sending
waves unbearable tickling sensation through

her. "In that case, we can try again. But, Famillion's body is even
better than I imagined. So fragrant and soft, it makes me want to hold him like this forever..."

"I won't let anyone touch my body so easily!"

Stella complained irritably while being held by Murakoshi.

She really didn't understand why men always had such impatient thoughts about women.

"So even Kurogane-kun doesn't hug and cuddle with you like this?"

Murakoshi casually asked, his hand around her waist stroking her stomach.

"Well, of course! Ichiki and I have a pure, innocent relationship!"

Stella exclaimed.

She didn't want to reveal the embarrassing fact that she had once ridden on Ichiki and touched his abs.

"Really? By the way, can I just call you Stella? Calling you by your surname is getting a little
annoying."

"I don't mind. Just use whatever comes to mind."

Stella replied nonchalantly, her gaze naturally drifting downwards.

Murakoshi's caresses became increasingly complex. He

rubbed her lower abdomen with his palm, then pinched and squeezed her breasts with his fingers, occasionally teasing her navel
and the nipples hidden in her bra.

A strange sensation made her tremble slightly.

"Stella's breasts are as big as a cow's, yet so bouncy, they feel really nice."

"But my shoulders are always so tired."

"So, would supporting them like this be better than wearing a bra?"

Saying this, Murakoshi pulled off her bra and then cupped her
round breasts from below with his hands in a bowl shape.

Under his rough movements of tossing and kneading, Stella could only watch as her breasts were squeezed and
deformed, even starting to turn red.

"Idiot, bras don't adjust themselves!"

Stella laughed as she answered Murakoshi's silly question, but she didn't find it strange that he was rubbing her breasts.

She didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen, so naturally
she didn't feel anything about this perfectly normal situation.

"Hmm... the bra's effect on magic transmission is bigger than I thought..."

"Really? Then just take it off, right?"

"Eh, Stella, are you allowing me, a complete stranger, to take off my bra and touch your
breasts directly? You're a genius of noble birth."

"What does touching my breasts have to do with my status?"

Stella answered naturally.

In her eyes, Murakoshi's request and suggestion were more important than that kind of thing.

"Well then, I'll gladly comply...!"

Without another word, Murakoshi ripped off her bra, his ten fingers immediately grabbing and kneading her
large breasts, which were completely exposed to the camera.

Her full and soft breasts were constantly being pulled and stretched by Murakoshi's hands, their full and rounded shape
swaying with the movement of his hands.

"Hmm..."

A slightly sweet feeling mixed with pain made her groan softly.

"Oh? Stella, are you feeling comfortable?"

"Thinking about it, it's actually no different from a massage, so it's normal to feel comfortable."

"This reaction... could it be related to Kurogane-kun?"

"That's why Ichiki and I don't have that kind of lewd relationship, okay!"

The two chatted casually, their bodies pressed close together.

Feeling the warmth of Murakoshi's body emanating from her back, Stella let his chin rest on her shoulder as he whispered in her
ear.

Her hands, placed at her sides, remained hanging down, her body facing the camera that was still recording her entire body. Her full breasts were deformed into various unnatural shapes
under the caresses and pinches of Murakoshi's hands . 　　"Although it's not as smooth as contact with a spirit suit, judging from this feeling, magic transmission is indeed more efficient when conducted directly through the skin." 　　"Your ability is less convenient than I imagined." 　　"My training is indeed insufficient... By the way, Stella, may I pull on your nipples?" 　　"Sure... Ah!" 　　As soon as she finished answering, Stella felt Murakoshi's fingers, which were pinching her nipples, suddenly twist and pull, almost as if he were pulling up her entire breasts. 　　With his index and middle fingers pinching her erect nipples, Murakoshi shook his hands back and forth, making her breasts sway like a hanging bell in front of the camera.

"How does it feel for the second princess of the Familion Empire to have her nipples grabbed and her breasts swayed by a stranger?"

"Of course it hurts... Do you think breasts are toys...!"

"But this is all for Kurogane-kun, Stella, just bear with it. Of course, you can also
try to feel good."

"I know, don't be so rough... Ugh, um...!"

Normally, no matter who did this to her, she would definitely be blasted into a charred corpse in the next second.

However, Stella had already decided to accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests, so
even if she was subjected to such humiliating behavior, she would not feel disgusted.

Moreover, since it was all for Ikki's safety, she could not resist.

"Ugh... Ugh...!"

A sweet feeling gradually came from her breasts.

After following Murakoshi's advice, Stella began to feel the pain of her breasts being pulled and rubbed gradually
weaken, replaced by a strange feeling that was hard to describe, like it was both hot and swollen.

An unexpectedly pleasurable sensation caused her to moan involuntarily.

"Hmm, Stella, kneel down in front of me now... Come on, look at me."

"Ah... It hurts, don't pinch..."

Her breasts were grabbed and pinched, her nipples were twisted, and Stella knelt down on both knees facing the camera at his instruction.

At this moment, her gaze met that of Muragoshi, who was still standing.

Being looked down upon by a man from above, and being ordered to kneel half-naked,

Stella felt a sense of inversion she had never experienced before, and her head began to spin.

"Stella, I just discovered that magic can be transmitted not only through skin but also through direct contact with mucous membranes, so please
look up at me and open your mouth."

"Just open my mouth? Ah..."

Following Muragoshi's instructions, Stella opened her small mouth under his gaze.

The next second, Muragoshi, who was looking down at her, roughly covered her mouth with his lips.

Their four lips pressed tightly together as if glued together. Stella obediently welcomed his tongue's
swirling movements, letting his saliva flow into her mouth in streams.

At Muragoshi's prompting, she didn't swallow the saliva immediately, but instead
mixed it together in her mouth before swallowing it under his watchful gaze.

Then, her outstretched tongue was taken into Muragoshi's mouth and sucked.

"...!...!!"

During this process, Muragoshi's hands didn't stop kneading her breasts.

Being grabbed, kneaded, and squeezed between his fingers, her full breasts seemed about to overflow, even covering his fingers
with . Stella's breasts swayed with Muragoshi's movements.

Her erect nipples were rubbed by the pads of two of Muragoshi's fingers, the stimulation of sometimes circling and sometimes poking making her
body tremble involuntarily.

"Ah...uh...mmm..."

"By the way, Stella, you have to stay still and cooperate with my actions. Even though your breasts are being played with and you're kneeling
to kiss me, you don't have to think too much. Just accept me."

"I...I know...uh, mmm...!"

Her entire upper body, covered in fragrant sweat, was being passionately caressed by Murakoshi's mouth, tongue, fingers, and hands.

She had never imagined that her proud breasts would be constantly rubbed
and squeezed , turning into lewd flesh.

She had never imagined that she, who had only offered her pure lips to Ikki, would now become a toy for others to taste
at will .

However, for Stella, who [did not need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen],
none of these things were strange. She naturally [accepted all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests],
relaxing and allowing his actions.

The sensations coming from her body became clearer as a result, plunging her into a deeper pleasure.

"Mmm... Ughhhhhh!!"

Stella's body convulsed uncontrollably. Unaware that

she was letting the pleasure wash over her without restraint, her body faithfully
responding to Murakoshi's stimulation, pushing her to the peak of ecstasy.

Sweat poured from her body, her only garment, her underwear, becoming soaked. Stella gasped
for breath.

Even with her excellent stamina, this unprecedented sensation overwhelmed her mind and body.

"Haa, haa... What is this...?"

"Well, it's just a side effect of the magic transmission starting to go smoothly. After all, the body doesn't easily adapt to other people's
magic, so the reaction is more intense... Don't worry about it, okay, Stella?"

"Ah... I understand... Ah, ughhhhh..."

Enjoying the lingering afterglow in her mind, Stella simply responded with soft moans.

Because Murakoshi's hand moved again.

"No, wait... I'll call you, ugh... ah, no, ughhhhhh!!"

The lingering afterglow assaulted her brain again, the intense, sweet sensation making her dizzy once more.

Her mind went blank, and Stella could only gasp for breath.

The melancholy she felt for Ikki seemed to lessen as her thoughts drifted.

After a short rest, Murakoshi took out a towel for her to dry off, and at his prompting, Stella
put her uniform back on.

Apart from the water stains remaining on the cushions and the strange stench of their intertwined body odor, the warehouse looked no different
from usual.

"...So, what happened to your ability? Can it be activated?"

After buttoning up her uniform, Stella asked impatiently.

She'd spent so much time being touched for this!

"Wait a moment... Open your eyes, Exhilarating!"

With that, Murakoshi closed his eyes, clapping his hands together forcefully. Purple magic began to emanate from his body,
forming an eye-like totem.

Unable to do anything, Stella could only watch him nervously.

The eye-shaped totem blurred within seconds and then vanished.

"...I saw it!"

"!"

When Murakoshi shouted and opened his eyes, Stella couldn't help but tense up.

Moreover, Murakoshi's expression was even more grave than before, making her worry even more.

"…Kurotetsu-kun is still safe and sound for now."

After a long while, Murakoshi broke the silence.

The heavy feeling weighing on Stella's heart dissipated with his announcement.

"Ikki…that's great…"

"Stella, I'm sorry, my magical energy transmission is currently limited, and my abilities only allow me to see a very limited amount
…all I can see is him sitting quietly alone in his room…"

"Yeah, it's okay, at least I know Ikki is alright! Thank you, Murakoshi!"

Stella expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

She hadn't expected this classmate, whom she'd only known for less than a day, to go to such lengths to help her.

Although he had done some things that defied common sense and ethics along the way, for Stella, who didn't need
to feel wary or uncomfortable towards Murakoshi Aizen, those were negligible things.

Most importantly, it was Ikki.

"However, Stella, there's something I need to make clear to you."

Murakoshi's voice pulled her back to reality from her joy.

"W-what's wrong?"

"My ability can only last for a very short time, and the future I can see isn't very far off... If
we're judging by the magic transfer rate just now, it'll probably be less than half a day."

"Half... In that case, even you don't know what will happen to Ikki afterward, do you?"

Murakoshi's explanation plunged Stella back into a state of tension.

The joy of knowing that her beloved was safe was overshadowed by a new surge of unease.

"What, what should we do... Murakoshi, is there really no way?"

"..."

Stella grabbed his shoulders and glared at him.

Murakoshi, who was being stared at, seemed unable to speak, avoiding her gaze while remaining serious.

"...I have a suggestion, but..."

"Don't say 'but'! Just say whatever you want!"

Seemingly moved by her gaze, Murakoshi finally broke the silence.

"As I mentioned before, my ability requires sufficient magical energy transfer. The situation I just described is
related to insufficient transfer rate and time, which is why I can't observe the distant future... However, if I can
achieve sufficient magical energy transfer before activating my ability, I might be able to see even further into the future."

"So, as long as the transfer time and efficiency are sufficient, it'll be fine, right?"

"Theoretically, that's correct, but it takes me at least several hours, and I need to
find a place where I won't be disturbed to transfer energy more efficiently."

After a pause, Murakoshi continued,

"I just realized that Stella's dorm is only one floor away from mine. If we could
transfer magical energy in one of our rooms... however..."

Stella guessed what Murakoshi was about to say.

To put it simply, Murakoshi planned to stay in her room, doing the same thing as before.

Considering the situation of their two roommates, whose room to stay in was the obvious answer.

"--Sure."

And this couldn't be simpler for Stella.

"...Is it really okay? It's not really appropriate for a stranger like me to spend the whole night with you, is it?"

"You're just using your ability to observe the future, right?"

Stella didn't doubt his proposal.

If she didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen, she only needed to accept
all of his opinions and requests.

After chatting with Murakoshi for a while to decide on their next meeting and exchanging contact information, Stella
left the warehouse.

"Ikki, you have to be safe and sound...!"

Stella clenched her fists.

She believed the man she had her eye on wouldn't end like this—

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