Ch.197Side Story 2. The Story After, Milia (5)

The Story Continues, Millia (5)

Lug had been tormenting Millia with his tongue for about 15 minutes.

By now, Millia was already on the verge of passing out.

During that time, she had reached climax several times, but not knowing what reaching climax meant, she was helplessly enduring it.

And seeing Millia in such a disheveled state, Lug could once again feel his lust burning.

Despite wanting to take her immediately, Lug had focused on conquering Millia, causing his manhood to swell more tautly than ever before.

“Shall we move on to the main event? Or will you give up, admit that the procedure is unnecessary, and let me go?”

“……”

At Lug’s provocative words, Millia shook her head.

From the beginning, nothing had been decided about what would happen based on the outcome of their contest.

Bluntly speaking, if Millia intended to keep Lug captive regardless of win or loss, all of this would be meaningless.

Nevertheless, Lug was making an effort not for the sake of winning or losing, but to disrupt Millia’s mental state.

‘There’s nothing here but magic circles made from Lady Millia’s mana.’

Even with installed magic circles, their effects disappear when the caster’s mana is interfered with.

In other words, Lug intended to deliberately disrupt Millia’s orderly mana by rendering her senseless. If he succeeded, regardless of what happened after their contest, he would be able to escape.

Normally, he would have worried about hurting Millia, but his own safety had to come first.

“Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Kuhuk?!”

The foreplay had been sufficient. No, it had been more than sufficient—perhaps excessive.

Because of this, Millia had no time to feel the pain of losing her virginity before she trembled like she’d been electrocuted by pleasure rushing up to her head.

She had reached another climax before they’d even properly begun.

Lug showed no restraint.

While pleasuring Millia, he too had fallen into unsatisfied desire.

He had endured well enough.

He had suppressed his urge to join their bodies and release his desire, instead pushing Millia to her limits.

Therefore, this was an action based on his psychology of deserving a reward.

“Ack! Eut! Kek!”

Lug fiercely thrust into Millia’s depths, and she experienced wave after wave of climactic pleasure without even feeling pain. Her mind was already completely blank.

This was true not only for Millia but also for Lug, who had been holding back until now. The two began to intertwine as if the outcome of their contest no longer mattered.

“S…top…!”

Eventually, Millia admitted her defeat.

Her usual expressionless face was gone, replaced by a flushed face streaked with tears.

Anyone who saw her would mistake her for someone else—such was her dramatic display of emotion.

“Luug…”

But to Lug, that plaintive voice and pleasure-drenched face only drew out more sadism.

He grabbed one of Millia’s legs as she tried to crawl away on her stomach, spread her open, and continued his actions.

With the change in position, Millia felt a different sensation.

Familiar yet different—she thought her mind was already completely saturated with pleasure, but the stark differences in subtle details began to emerge.

“Uuk…!”

And those stark differences were visible even to Lug.

Though he had merely changed from missionary to side position, he could see the bewilderment at the new pleasure appearing on Millia’s face.

That expression was cute. Not her usual expressionless face, but one that didn’t know what to do—it made him want to torment her more.

Millia gave up trying to escape and curled up in a half-prone position with clenched fists.

Not resistance, but surrender.

Even just that gave Lug a sense of conquest, of having gained the upper hand.

So he didn’t hold back.

“Euhit?!”

In that moment, Millia felt a streak of pain hidden beneath the pleasure.

It was because Lug’s hands, which had been gently caressing her breasts, suddenly became rough.

This was a pain she had never experienced before.

She had given Lug opportunities to touch her breasts many times before, but she had never felt this sensation.

Between his fingers that roughly gripped her breasts, the parts he couldn’t fully grasp bulged out.

An act stemming not from giving pleasure, but from another purpose.

And Millia quickly realized what that purpose was.

“Euut?!”

Lug, who had been gripping her breasts from behind as if embracing her, began to lift Millia up.

She wasn’t small and light like Tina. This wasn’t like when she had clung to him and he had responded.

Solely by Lug’s will, Millia was lifted while still prone.

Kneeling, her hands flailed in the air with nothing to grab onto, until they finally reached for Lug’s hands that were holding her breasts. With Millia half-lifted, Lug thrust upward forcefully from below.

“Keok!”

Millia’s eyes rolled back showing the whites, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drooling uncontrollably.

From missionary to side position.

From side position to a doggy-style posture—the couple’s positions evolved.

As their relationship, which had been increasingly gentle and considerate, transformed into something increasingly rough and bestial, focused solely on satisfying lust.

“Keuk!”

Lug’s semen began to fill Millia’s insides.

At the enormous amount of semen pouring out as if he had been holding back all this time, Millia, already heated to her limit, reached climax once again.

“Geuuk… Eugeuk…”

The semen that had reached Millia’s most intimate place, where it had never reached before, flowed down her vagina as Lug’s manhood withdrew.

At that strange sensation, Millia twisted her body and escaped from Lug’s hands.

“Heok… Heok…”

By then, Lug, having regained his senses, was looking down at Millia who had collapsed on the floor after escaping his hands, exhaling rough breaths.

He had been so focused that it was suffocating.

As a result, Lug’s handprints remained red on Millia’s body.

A sense of guilt rushed in belatedly, but seeing Millia’s face stained with pleasure, he dismissed that feeling too.

‘As long as we both enjoyed it.’

A thought truly characteristic of Lug.

Lug gently picked up the unconscious Millia and left the room.

Millia’s iron-like mental strength, which had never broken even against army commanders, had shattered, and all the magic she kept around her body even while sleeping had been released.

Not only that, but as she lost control of her mana and it began to affect her surroundings, it eventually disabled not just the magic circle binding Lug but all magical items in the vicinity.

This was what Lug had aimed for, but the result was more severe than expected.

That was because he had been so engrossed in their relationship that he hadn’t even noticed the magic seal breaking.

If his relationship with Lilith was innocent, his relationship with Garnet was one night of passion, and his relationship with Tina & Tanha was like that of a loving married couple, then his relationship with Millia was one of establishing dominance.

As a result, Lug also didn’t know how to restrain himself, and from the middle, he simply took her without thinking.

Her skin was soft, and her breasts were so large and squishy that they couldn’t be fully grasped no matter how roughly he grabbed them. Being her first time, her insides gripped Lug’s manhood and wouldn’t let go, and the sense of conquest in changing the expressionless girl’s face to one stained with pleasure was a pleasure beyond what Lug had imagined.

“Then I’ll return to the Demon King’s castle first. I won the contest, so don’t resent me later. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Lug kissed Millia’s forehead after taking care of the unconscious, fainted Millia.

Whether she heard him in her unconscious state was unknown, but Lug could smile because her sleeping expression looked peaceful.

All that remained was escape.

The magic circle binding him had broken, and Millia, who could physically stop him, had fainted unconscious.

***

I’m fucked.

That was the conclusion I reached after careful consideration.

Had I underestimated Millia?

No, perhaps it was wrong from the beginning to push forward with such a stupid plan and expect it to succeed.

Although Millia had fallen for it, why did I think that neutralizing Millia and escaping the magic circle would be enough?

This is the result.

Pazzzik!

I couldn’t open the main gate.

Although Millia’s mana had neutralized various magical items around, it wasn’t powerful enough to neutralize the entire area.

If her mana had spread that widely, I wouldn’t have been safe either.

In that sense, I was trapped, unable to open the main gate I had finally found.

The prison bars weren’t the issue. What’s the point if I can’t escape the prison itself?

I should have thought more about where Millia had brought me.

…Well, facing the prospect of having my body modified into a tentacle monster, I hardly had the luxury to think that far.

As I was contemplating the magic on the main gate for a while.

“Huh?”

Light shone through the gap in the door.

It was a brilliant light, as if an immense radiance had passed through the tightly closed door gap.

I felt warmth from that light.

I also felt familiarity.

Yes, this was an ability derived from the power I used to wield.

“Could it be…?”

Holy power.

Paat!

The moment I realized this, all the magic in Millia’s prison, centered on the main gate, was neutralized in an instant.

It was different from how Millia’s mana had gone berserk and disabled the magic circle.

Yes, it was as if it erased everything there completely…

“Dharma Wheel Seal.”

The ultimate in holy magic, a pseudo-sanctuary.

After that brilliant light enveloped and passed by, the door that had seemed as solid as an iron fortress opened easily.

Gently, without damaging the door—yes, like opening an ordinary door—the one who entered was.

“Oh my, Mr. Lug. Were you really here? I just opened it on a hunch, but I’m glad I saved myself the trouble of searching for you.”

It was the figure of Eirene Saintess.