Return (6)

“….”

It’s dark. Even with my eyes open, I couldn’t see anything. The lamp illuminating the room had died out, and even the rain-streaked window was closed, creating a sealed space devoid of any light. I was on a bed big enough for three people to comfortably fit, pulling the blanket over my head and closing my eyes. I could feel the warmth of someone next to me. Too afraid to turn around, I couldn’t even lie facing forward and instead turned towards the wall.

Above the blanket… a faint, shimmering pink haze was subtly glowing. The stigma. It was reacting to divine power and emitting light. The problem was that it was engraved above my uterus and shaped like a heart. Actually, up to this point, it was manageable. Yeah. If I close my eyes, I can’t see it, so I can just ignore it and go to sleep. But the bigger problem was that Shuriel was lying next to me.

I curled up, feeling the luxurious texture of silk. Thanks to Serti’s consideration, we were able to get a room. It was a VIP room for high-ranking guests. I could have spent the night in Serti’s room, but there was blood flowing during the stigma engraving process, and Shuriel strongly requested that he wouldn’t stay there no matter what, so we got ‘one’ room.

That’s right.

There are two people, but only one room.

I couldn’t protest… It felt a bit much to ask for another room for just one night, and the VIP room was so big that even five people could stay without any problems. The furniture was all luxurious too. However, there was only one bed. It was king-size, but it looked excessively small compared to the size of the room. It was a part where Serti’s intention was evident.

“…Shuriel. Are you asleep?”

“….”

I spoke towards the wall opposite Shuriel. I didn’t know if he had fallen asleep or if he was pretending to sleep. I wanted to check, but I hesitated. I was already embarrassed to show my face, wearing a negligee that was completely see-through. It was a negligee for Serti, but the size didn’t fit, so it was almost like being in my underwear. It didn’t seem like clothing intended for this purpose, but the donning of the clothes and room assignment flowed so smoothly that there was no time to change.

“…I’m awake.”

“Oh, really?”

“What’s the matter?”

I took a shaky breath and shuddered. He’s looking this way. There was a distance of about one person between us, so our bodies weren’t touching, but if I turned around in this state, I would see Shuriel’s face. I swallowed hard and hugged the blanket.

“…I’m just, thankful.”

“….”

“Ah, never mind. Ignore me. More importantly, the stigma. You know. What happened with Angrid?”

I opened my mouth, rambling. It was a blatant topic change. Shuriel seemed to notice it, but thankfully, he let it slide. At the same time, I heard a short intake of breath. It was Shuriel. He was definitely choosing what to say.

“…Pavin Angrid. The fifth proxy of Angrid.”

Fifth.

Considering that Shuriel was the ninth proxy of Rushellini, Angrid’s history seemed somewhat short. Or maybe the previous proxies lived long lives. My guess was the former. Angrid was the last of the three Demon hunting families to be established. I held my breath and waited for the next words.

However.

The words that came out of his mouth were unimaginable.

“Pavin was originally the eldest daughter of Angrid and was supposed to marry my brother. No, she did marry him.”

“Really- Keheuk, keuk. Wh- What?”

Why is a sister-in-law suddenly appearing?

I was quite taken aback, but I decided to listen quietly.

Shuriel paused for a moment, then continued.

“It was a political marriage. To strengthen ties between Demon hunting families and to maintain factions in the political arena. That’s the reason.”

“But why a proxy…?”

“That’s the problem. On the day of the wedding, the previous proxy died during an operation. I still remember his name. Kophtal. He was a bit of an unlucky guy.”

“…So?”

“Impatient, aren’t you? Kophtal was the eldest son. The guy with the highest inheritance rights just vanished into thin air.

The eldest son died on the wedding day. This was quite shocking news, but I couldn’t shake the questions filling my head.

“…Didn’t they have a second son as a proxy like Rushellini? Um, I’m not trying to belittle Shuriel. I mean,”

“I know. What’s funny is that the second son died before the eldest son. For reference, Angrid only has three children.”

The eldest son and the second son. And the eldest daughter, Pavin Angrid. The second son died, and the eldest son inherited the proxy position, but even the eldest son died, leaving only Pavin as a direct descendant.

“…They couldn’t cut off the lineage, so they hastily took in a concubine, but the child they had was only four years old. Too young to inherit the proxy position. Angrid faced a choice. Give up all the benefits from the Holy See and return to being a normal family, or somehow create a proxy and continue the name as a Demon hunting family.”

“…They chose the latter.”

“Yes. Pavin became a proxy against her will. Since all the direct descendants except Pavin had died, even if they returned to being a normal family, they couldn’t dream of having the same power as before.”

The burden of being a proxy was placed on a woman of marriageable age who was preparing for her wedding. Naturally, she couldn’t suddenly show off the skills of emitting sword energy and flying through the sky like Shuriel or other proxies.

“So, they chose the stigma. Fortunately, because she inherited the blood of Angrid, it was possible to forcibly draw out the power of her body with divine power. It was only possible for a direct descendant. No, no. I’ll correct that. It’s not fortunate, it’s unfortunate.”

“…What happened to the marriage?”

“It’s nominally maintained. But everyone knows it’s a de facto annulment.”

And all of this was Angrid’s unilateral decision. That’s why Angrid and Rushellini didn’t get along. Not only did they break off the marriage, but they also transformed their only daughter into a proxy, so they couldn’t possibly look favorably upon them.

“Those terrible tattoos engraved on every part of her body except her face… The cursed seals that glow red and gnaw at her mind when night falls. She can no longer be called human. She’s a ticking time bomb.”

Shuriel trembled and tossed and turned on the bed.

“…Since it’s related to me, you’ll see her someday. Whether it’s Angrid’s proxy or Prukaise’s proxy.”

He said that a grand conference was scheduled soon, and all the proxies would gather in the capital, Taleon. The content of the meeting was about the recent violent trends of Demons… and strengthening military power in preparation for emergencies. Shuriel closed his eyes, saying that a war might really break out. There were no more words.

‘So that’s why his wife wasn’t seen…’

Shuriel’s brother, Hairak Rushellini.

I heard he was married, but that’s why he was always alone in the mansion. Well… even if I know this, it doesn’t change my life, but it was good to find out why Shuriel was reacting to the stigma. If it wasn’t just a uterus tattoo, that is.

I looked down at the engraved tattoo. There were several patterns overlapping, but from a distance, it was unmistakably heart-shaped. Haa. I should have chosen a different pattern. Even if the color is red, which is a common feature of stigmas…

More than that.

Shuriel said that those who engrave the stigma must pay the price every night. Is that why the heart tattoo is glowing red now? Serti said that there wouldn’t be any severe side effects, but I felt a strangely stuffy feeling. No, this wasn’t a delusion. I felt something blocking me, something filling my body.

‘Is it because I’m unnecessarily conscious…’

Doesn’t it feel stuffy if you’re conscious of swallowing?

It was a similar feeling.

It was stuffy.

Especially my lower body.

“Eueung….”

I put my hand inside the negligee and started pressing down on my lower abdomen. It was the place where the uterus tattoo was engraved. The tattoo faintly glowed more each time I pressed it, but I, who was trembling with the pleasure of relieving the stuffiness, didn’t realize that fact.

“Uut, heueu….”

I covered my mouth with one hand and continued to press. The position of my hand gradually went down, and before I knew it, I was masturbating, but I couldn’t easily give up because of this refreshing feeling. I twisted my body and used my weight to press down on my lower abdomen, starting to make violent gestures that could wake Shuriel.

“Haeu, heu. Heu-eut.”

The stigma glows red.

―…Look.

It turns redder each time I move my hand to rub my lower body. It glows so brightly that it illuminates the room. The stigma shines more intensely as time passes, emitting a bright light that can be seen from afar.

―…Look!

“Haaang, heugeuk. Heut, heueu….”

I couldn’t even see that light, and I rubbed between my legs with a blank face. I wasn’t just pressing. I was using my fingertips to rub my clitoris and scratch inside my vagina. Anyone could see it was masturbation. Saliva was drooling from my mouth biting the blanket, and the fingertips pinching my nipples were soaked with leaked Breast Milk. It was obvious that Shuriel would wake up if I made such lewd noises, but I couldn’t think about such things.

At that time.

“Hey!”

“Hageuk, heugigiik―?!”

Shuriel, awakened by the light and noise, grabbed my shoulder and forcibly turned my body over, causing my overly sensitive body to shudder and ejaculate water even from that simple contact. My underwear and the bed sheets became wet with Vaginal Fluid and saliva.

“Yujin. Is there something wrong with your body?”

“Do, don’t touch, An. Andwae… Heuit, haeu…?!”

I reflexively burrowed into Shuriel’s arms. It wasn’t intentional. I had already rushed in before I could even think. My underwear had already been loosened from masturbating for a long time. My naked body, covered in Breast Milk and Vaginal Fluid, was in close contact with Shuriel’s body. I realized that and reflexively tried to push him away, but strangely, as soon as my body touched his, my strength drained away.

All that remained was a body that had become strangely sensitive.

It felt like I would cum just from being touched.

“Heeuk, hueue. Heueu….”

“Calm down. Why are you suddenly like this? Is it because of the stigma?”

He got up from his seat, saying that he knew it would be like this. A very angry expression. He seemed to be going to find Serti and say something.

But.

“Do, don’t go. Haeu. Seyeo.”

“….”

I grabbed the hem of his clothes with a trembling body. It felt like I was about to lose my mind. Is it because of the stigma, as Shuriel said? Serti clearly only said that my menstrual cycle would change or that my emotions would become more volatile.

She didn’t.

Say.

This….

….

“Hueue… Don’t goooo…”

―Thud. Shuriel, who was about to get up from his seat, lost his balance and fell to the floor when I hugged him from behind. I climbed on top of Shuriel as he was. My eyes were shaking as if there was an earthquake. In that state, I climbed up a little more, buried my nose in his neck, and let out a lewd moan.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. Even if I desperately try to maintain my reason, it easily breaks. Like a film with holes, my thoughts aren’t properly connected. The stigma was glowing redder than ever.

“Heueung… Heueut…”

“Yu, jin?”

When Shuriel barely managed to turn his body over, I climbed back on top of him as if to compete with him. The position inadvertently became a reverse cowgirl. I put my arms around the back of Shuriel’s neck and pulled him towards me. Face to face.

“Hueueue… Eubeub, chueue….”

I inserted my tongue without a moment’s hesitation. Then, my body started cumming again. My vagina, touching his swollen dick, was constantly leaking Vaginal Fluid as if begging to be fucked, and my breasts, pressed against his chest, were dripping Breast Milk little by little thanks to the pressure. A bitch in heat, no matter who saw it. Seducing a male by leaking water all over her body.

―Squeak.

“Who, is it?”

“Haeuk. Mo, moreeee…”

At that moment, the door opened. The one who entered the room was Serti. Holding a lantern with a prim face, she covered her mouth with a somewhat surprised expression. I was too busy lusting after Shuriel’s body to care, but he was still holding on to his reason. Still. Probably.

“Oh my, did you already start?”

“What, kind of. Dogshit. Is this.”

Shuriel couldn’t bring himself to remove me, who was clinging to him, and only turned his eyes to glare at Serti. She chuckled and put down the lantern.

“I told you. The stigma needs a night to be stably engraved. I was originally going to be the one to deal with it, but since the proxy-nim said he would stay overnight, there was no need.”

“Keuk….”

Regardless, I was rubbing my crotch between the swollen pillars and giggling. With a more lewd expression than ever, with a truly happy face.

The synchronization of the stigma.

Begins.