Ch.254Side Story: Desire – 1

Among the circle of people who frequented the club room and shared the secret of Jigura, it had become something of a custom to explain what happened after having relations with Mira.

In Priscilla’s case, she had naturally heard about it when curious people couldn’t resist asking what happened during the mind-boggling situation of her date with Mira. Laura’s case was closer to her proudly boasting about what she did after dragging Mira away.

In any case, the remaining members demanded an explanation of what had transpired this time as well.

“Wow…”

“…You did even that?”

“I thought I engaged in quite maniacal play myself… but apparently not.”

They were shocked by the amorous activities of the two, which exceeded their imagination.

Although they had pretended to know about the three people’s actions, that knowledge was only fragmentary. Mira had been extremely vigilant even while being intimate, and would immediately stop if someone approached.

She ignored Leona and Latina’s whining about how they couldn’t just leave things hanging after getting all worked up.

No matter how skilled the people gathered here were, they were no match for deceiving Mira. They occasionally won against her in normal situations, but that was only because Mira had let them win or deliberately lost.

As a result, despite the number of times Leona and Latina had clung to her, the time they actually spent being intimate wasn’t very long. This made them all the more inclined to do things properly—that is, “stickily”—when they did get the chance.

“A kiss? With Mira? No? Then who… huh?”

“P-pussy? Where… no, why? Why would girls do such… huh? Huh? Shared it? What does that mean? Lower mouth?”

“…I knew about it in fragments, but I never imagined someone who actually does it would be right beside me…”

In truth, the other four weren’t completely ignorant about such matters. Especially Laura and Priscilla, given their pre-possession backgrounds, could be said to have more than enough knowledge.

However, for various reasons, they had never experienced anything even remotely close to actual practice. Thus, the content of the “amorous activities” that Leona and Latina described could only be shocking to them.

“I see you in a new light, Leona. True to your title as the Warrior of Light, you’re as passionate as the sun in bed. Though in this case, it wasn’t in a bed.”

“…Just kill me now.”

“Are you getting embarrassed now after enjoying yourself to the fullest? Just give it up.”

“Wow… amazing, Sister. I didn’t know you could do such plays so calmly.”

“…When there are three of us, it can’t be helped.”

“Didn’t you enjoy it too? From what I heard, it sounds like you were all over each other.”

“That’s right. Why say it couldn’t be helped when you enjoyed it together?”

The three of them gleefully teased Leona and Latina, who were trying hard to make excuses. Of course, their teasing was mixed with no small amount of awe and admiration. They never expected them to do such things from their very first experience.

“…”

There was one person who remained quietly detached from this wave of conversation.

Elysier.

While Priscilla, Laura, and Rosaria were teasing the other two, Elysier only occasionally nodded along, pretending to participate in the conversation quietly, and there was a reason for her behavior.

‘Is that all?’

At least to Elysier, what they described seemed utterly ordinary.

The very first thing she had asked Mira to do was to choke her and hit her lower abdomen. Not just casually either—she had asked for it to be done strongly enough to break her neck and hard enough to crush her womb.

Although they never went further than that, the sensation of having her life completely in someone else’s hands was both terrifyingly chilling and intensely electrifying, enough to burn her brain.

The feeling of her brain dying as her breath was cut off by her crushed windpipe, the brutal grip threatening to break her neck, the sensation of being hit hard enough to bruise her lower abdomen, the feeling of her womb being crushed and pulverized.

All that pain of her body being thoroughly broken by Mira’s hands felt like pleasure to Elysier.

If just being choked and having her lower abdomen struck felt like that, how much more intense would the pleasure be if even greater violence were inflicted?

As someone who knew her sexual preferences were extremely abnormal and twisted, Elysier couldn’t understand why the three were making such a fuss about “merely” exchanging tongues between women and rubbing their pussies together during a threesome.

‘What’s the big deal about that?’

It was nothing compared to her preferences.

‘Mira will take responsibility, so it should be fine.’

Elysier decided to be shameless about it. She would blame it all on Mira, who had slapped her face when she was trapped in the time loop, making her become fixated on the pain she felt for the first time.

Afterward, she had tried hitting herself countless times after returning to the demon realm, but she could never recreate the sensation she felt then. So Mira should take responsibility.

Responsibility for turning Elysier into such a hopeless pervert.

“Mmm…”

Recently, Erestica had been troubled. She was wondering if she should change the curriculum at Bellium Academy.

After all, Nika had recently declared herself the Demon King.

This was a fact known only to Erestica. Nika had told her that she would become the Demon King and subjugate all other demons to prevent them from invading humans anymore.

It was an ambition made possible because the gates existed as targets to satisfy the demons’ instincts. Without them, Nika would have faced endless rebellions for going against the demons’ nature.

And the end of rebellion would always be the same. Either all demons would die, or all demons would become dispensers of succubus energy.

When asked why she wasn’t telling Mira, Nika said she wanted to keep it a secret and surprise her after unifying the demon realm.

“Mmm…”

In fact, that issue was only secondary for Erestica. The main problem was something else.

“…Ugh!”

The increasingly rapid buildup of desire was becoming harder and harder to endure.

Both physically and mentally.

The physical desire was, of course, the breast milk that was accumulating in her chest even at this moment. Day by day, the speed at which it filled up was noticeably faster, and even now her breasts were easily three or four cups larger than usual.

This was especially true after she had used Mira’s hand to touch her breasts while Mira slept in her arms during the school trip. With slight exaggeration, she could feel the milk accumulating in real-time.

As for the mental desire…

“…Hnngh!”

When the pen brushed against a sensitive spot, Erestica bit down hard on her white shirt to barely suppress a moan.

“Huu… hmm…”

Erestica was sitting in the chair in the chairman’s office with each leg draped over the armrests, rubbing between her legs with a ballpoint pen.

Although the stockings and underwear provided a double barrier that prevented strong stimulation, this actually became a plus, making her already heated body even more aroused.

The image she conjured had been decided long ago. So had the pleasure she imagined. The thought of being embraced from behind by the child, having her breasts squeezed and her horns licked. Just the imagination made her lower abdomen tingle.

Erestica knew very well that this emotion was called sexual desire. It was a perfectly natural desire as a human, but a meaningless emotion as a dragon.

That should have been the case originally. But the current Erestica was not like that.

“Hnnngh…!!!!!!”

The speed and intensity with which she rubbed the pen increased, and only after a tingling sensation rushed through her, causing her waist to arch slightly, did she stop.

Plop, the saliva-soaked white shirt fell from her mouth. A fishy milk scent emanated from her chest. Liquid flowing from the pink tips was gradually staining the white shirt.

“What am I… doing with myself?”

As the desire subsided slightly, reason filled its place. Erestica slumped in the chair, suddenly overwhelmed by embarrassment and emptiness.

“…I need to clean up.”

She couldn’t stay like this. Erestica forced her limp body up and changed her clothes. She didn’t forget to open the window and use wind magic to remove the smell.

Even after that, she had to change three more times as the chest area became wet again.

Despite having already done something uncharacteristic of Erestica, recalling what happened on the island made her lower abdomen tingle again. She leaned back in the chair. She simply couldn’t concentrate.

“How bold… these children nowadays.”

She hadn’t directly seen them “doing it,” but she had accidentally overheard their conversation while passing by. Once she learned what had happened, it took only an instant to understand the true meaning behind the three people’s actions.

That’s why she had deliberately returned a bit earlier. If she had stayed longer, she might have really done something, unable to overcome her desire. Though she ended up failing to overcome her desire here as well.

“Haah…”

Just as Erestica sighed deeply and picked up her pen:

“Are you in, Lady Erestica?”

Along with a knock, the voice of the very person she had been imagining moments ago was heard.

Reflexively startled, Erestica adjusted her clothes and tidied her surroundings at the fastest speed of her life, then tried to hide her trembling voice as she spoke.

“Come in. It’s open.”

The door opened, and Mira entered wearing ordinary casual clothes just like when she left. Erestica swallowed hard as she superimposed the image of Mira in a swimsuit over her current appearance. Then, realizing her mistake, she inwardly prayed that Mira hadn’t noticed.

“…What brings you here, child?”

“I had something come up that prevented me from entering the club room. I thought I’d come by and check on you while I was at it. You left early saying you had work to do. Has that been taken care of?”

“Y-yes, I see. I handled it properly, so don’t worry. Thank you for your concern.”

A lie. Her conscience pricked her sharply.

“I’m glad you’re alright…?”

Mira stopped mid-sentence and cleared her throat, averting her eyes. Only then did Erestica notice the change that had occurred in her body.

Breast milk that had just leaked was overflowing through the white shirt she had changed into mere minutes ago.

“…Would you like me to express it for you?”

From Mira’s perspective, she was simply saying what she always did—it’s full and overflowing again, so I should express it—just as she had done for Latina. She merely thought that the frequency was increasing over time.

But for Erestica, it was different.

She had just been doing something she shouldn’t tell others about, had noticed that Mira had done those things on the island, and now the very object of her inappropriate thoughts was standing right in front of her.

“Yes, please do.”

Snap, something inside her felt like it broke.