Chapter 33: Operation (1)

“Ooooh…! Ooooh…! Grrrrrraaaaaaaah!”

Master. Didn’t I tell you? The people you’ve dealt with before, and those who’ve even had a bit of knight training, are on a completely different level.

“H-Hngh…! Hngh…! Ahhhhh! Grrrrrraaaaaah!”

Especially humans like Orland, who carry the blood of a hero, can’t be drained of their vital energy by me alone.

“Nngh… Kkkhhhhuuuuk…”

How about that, Master? Wasn’t I right?

“Wow, fuck… So damn tough.”

“Hah… Hah…”

Sophia and I looked at each other, our faces slick with sweat. Sophia couldn’t curse me out directly because of the brand, but she glared at me, scowling fiercely. As for me, there was plenty that hit close to home, so I avoided her gaze and looked at Orland.

Orland, the hero’s nephew.

True to his powerful nature, inheriting the blood of a hero, he couldn’t even be properly hypnotized by a single pathetic succubus. Only when Sophia and I simultaneously performed vital energy absorption and brainwashing could he barely collapse and start ejaculating.

“If this bastard had lived even a little more uprightly, we’d all be dead, right?”

“Probably, wouldn’t we have?”

Orland lay collapsed on the floor, pants off, trembling uncontrollably. His sputtering ejaculations looked like something between a broken fire hydrant and a sewer spewing out decades of grime. I nudged his cock with my foot and said.

“Let’s drain him a little more. Let’s keep squeezing him dry until he can’t get an erection for anyone but you.”

Sophia frowned upon hearing my command and said.

“How much longer?”

“We have to keep repeating this until he can’t get excited even when looking at Sylvia or other women. After that, we’ll move on to the next plan.”

“It’s good that he’s full of vital energy, but… will this really work?”

“It’ll work. This time, keep implanting suggestions, okay? ‘I get excited only when I see Sophia.’ ‘I can’t get an erection for anyone but Sophia.’ Like this.”

“Okay. Master.”

Sophia, following my command, moved back to Orland’s head. I placed my hand on Orland’s stomach, then commanded Sophia once more.

“Start.”

“Nghooooooooh!”

Orland’s back arched like a bow.

Sticky moans and ecstatic hip movements. Before his eyes, her still-pure, beautiful naked body.

Sophia was the perfect woman.

“Haaah, Orland… Hurry up and thrust already…”

She was the perfect woman, incomparable to the ordinary woman moaning before him right now.

“What the? Still nothing? Hang on a sec…”

She couldn’t compare to the ordinary woman currently sucking Orland’s cock right before his eyes. The woman buried her face in Orland’s crotch, moving her head diligently, but Orland’s limp cock, like dried radish strips, refused to get hard.

The woman, mouth open, performing vigorous up-and-down motions, looked at Orland with a puzzled expression, her tongue sticking out. Well-rounded breasts with stiffly erect, pink nipples. Buttocks with an addictive soft texture when held, and a pussy smooth as silk, shaved clean just for him.

“Oh, Orland?”

The woman was, by anyone’s standards, quite attractive. When they became intimate, his knight colleagues used to praise him, telling him how great he was. But strangely, now, he felt no interest whatsoever in the woman’s body.

Even as the woman anxiously grabbed and shook his cock, rubbing against it with her breasts, he felt no stimulation at all.

“What, what’s wrong? Huh? Are, are you tired of me?”

The woman grabbed Orland’s hand, sweating coldly. Orland thought, Anyway, she was too messy and complicated, a woman I needed to get rid of. Let’s end it now.

“Hey, I’m just leaving. I’m really not in the mood today.”

“Orland?”

Orland ignored the woman’s call. The bed Orland and the woman often used now had loose joints, so even a slight movement made the whole bed shake. Orland had kept saying they should buy a new one when they had the chance, but had been putting off the purchase.

The old bed.

Orland thought this old bed was like his relationship with the woman. Familiar and comfortable, but ultimately loosely connected, destined to collapse someday. Orland felt that if he had to end the relationship, now was the time.

“Hey.”

Continuing the relationship with this woman for too long was not good in many ways. Orland exhaled cigarette smoke. In the crimson lighting, the white smoke stood out. The woman, covering herself with the blanket, looked at Orland with an anxious expression.

“Let’s end it. Now. I’m not going to date you. Rather than continuing like this, you should find a good man and live well.”

“What? What are you talking about all of a sudden? Why, why are you really acting like this?”

Orland turned his back. And he thought about another woman.

Sophia.

Everything he experienced out of curiosity had seeped into his body like poison. The intense pleasure he had never felt before had changed all the women he had experienced until now into worthless beings. The naked woman, covering herself with the blanket, was shouting at Orland.

“Hey! Isn’t this too much? Huh? How can you just leave like this?”

The woman was tearfully sobbing. She seemed deeply hurt. Orland put another cigarette in his mouth and spoke. When he had complicated thoughts, he liked to take deep drags from his cigarette. For a moment, the hazy sensation swirling through his head made him forget everything.

“Hey, it was just a physical relationship. You enjoyed it too, so why the fuck are you crying so pathetically?”

The woman seemed unable to comprehend Orland’s words. She had many memories with Orland, and she was convinced there was affection between those memories. How many personal stories had they shared? Even if he was a bad person, how many secrets were there that only she and he knew?

Because of that, the woman trembled with betrayal. Sobbing, she shouted at Orland.

“You bastard…! You impotent bastard…! You, how could you do this to me? Huh?”

Orland felt annoyed. Strangely, an unpleasant feeling he had never felt when discarding other women was scratching at his heart.

“Are you really tired of me? Hey!”

Orland ignored the curses flying from behind him. Once he closed the door, he couldn’t hear them. It was always like that. The sight of hurt people could be cleanly forgotten by turning his back. And as he lived pretending nothing happened, forgetting, the other person would eventually forget everything too and live normally.

“Ah… fuck.”

But today especially, Orland had a bitter taste in his mouth. Smacking his lips, Orland moved.

As he went down the stairs, Orland thought about Sylvia. Her breasts, her touch… they were unknown pleasures Orland had never experienced before. Sylvia was his ‘prey,’ a fact he had boldly declared to his friends until now, the woman who would go to the magic tower and earn his entertainment expenses.

He thought about her bouncing breasts and her alluring ass, outlining beneath her skirt.

“Haaah…”

But he wasn’t aroused. Holding her should have been his life’s goal, yet he even felt such pleasure meant nothing.

Orland moved busily. He was looking for Sylvia. The park where she often walked, the library she frequented to read. The shopping buildings she sometimes visited to buy food, and even the secluded spots.

Sweating until the school bell rang, Orland, who was searching high and low, saw the female students pouring out in a crowd. The magic department seemed to have had extra classes today.

Sylvia stood out, even among the crowd. Large breasts, long, flowing silver hair. And sparkling golden eyes.

A voluptuous figure that seemed to perfectly embody the world’s lust, and a fresh smile. Orland tried to wave at Sylvia. Trying to smile naturally, he attempted to reignite his lust.

“Heehee.”

But as a familiar laugh reached his ears, Orland’s gaze naturally turned.

When he saw Sophia, tying her hair up as she approached right behind Sylvia, he felt his face flush and his heart pound wildly. His lower body swelled until his lower back ached, and his breathing became ragged.

“Ah…”

Sophia, who was exchanging a few words while laughing with Sylvia, gave a subtle nod towards Orland, then pointed with her finger towards a secluded back alley.

Sylvia, finally noticing him, looked surprised seeing Orland.

“Ah, Orland. Did you come, did you come to see me?”

He looked at Sylvia’s face. Her flushed face and fidgeting fingers expressed her emotions. Her adoration for him, her innocent affection, was palpable. But he felt nothing. Even as she lowered her head, her breasts swayed, Orland’s eyes kept chasing after Sophia.

Sophia, rustling her skirt, quietly disappearing.

Today too, would he be able to hold Sophia in his arms?

Orland was confused. He wanted to know for sure if this feeling right now was truly temporary.

“Um… Mr. Orland?”

“Ah, I have something to do. Get out of the way.”

Orland pushed Sylvia aside in a much colder voice than usual, then followed Sophia and disappeared into the back alley. Sylvia could only stare blankly at Orland, who vanished suddenly, with a dumbfounded expression.

“Ughoooooooot!”