Ch.373373. Mental Image

People say you can get used to anything.

So, being squeezed by multiple women—an experience others might never have even once—is something I’m starting to get accustomed to after several occurrences.

“…It’s kind of irritating how familiar this situation feels.”

Lucien said this while unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

With a flushed face and awkward hand movements, but there was an incredibly strong determination behind them.

As if she had firmly resolved to see this through to the end today.

“Rather than familiar, I should say I’ve become quicker to accept it.”

“…Pardon?”

Well.

I’ve realized for a while now that resistance is pretty meaningless.

It’s an attitude mostly forced upon me by Elnore.

They say if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it. That’s exactly where I am right now.

“…Somehow it ended up that way.”

“How annoying.”

“…Yeah.”

Yuria, who was carefully removing my pants beside me, agreed.

Like the Holy Maiden, her hands were trembling, but the will behind them was just as firm.

Watching them, I speak with a half-resigned voice.

“May I ask just one thing?”

“What is it?”

Scratching the bridge of my nose, I continue speaking to the Greyhaunter sisters who are undressing me while simultaneously removing layers of their own clothing.

“…How did you two get in here in the first place?”

Considering how the mental world mechanism works, infiltrating my mental world, which is on par with the demons themselves, should be impossible without my consent or without being at the same level as a demon.

Of course, they’re quite high-ranked too, but it’s a bit strange that not just Yuria but even the Holy Maiden is inside.

“…Well, I got help. From Yuria and Faynol.”

“…”

I look at Lucien with narrowed eyes as she speaks with a disgruntled expression.

“…So.”

I run my hand through my hair with an expression that suggests I might lose my mind.

Summarizing what she’s saying, I reach the following conclusion:

“You’re telling me that the symbol of purity and faith in the Holy Empire cooperated with demons because she wanted to have sex with me?”

“…”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed like mine.

But judging by her refusal to deny it all the way through, the answer was quite obvious…

“…If you keep teasing me like that, I’ll have to punish you.”

Saying that, Lucien pressed her body against mine and slowly brought her lips to my mouth.

While she says such things, it’s obvious at a glance that she’s not familiar with this kind of act. It’s even cute in a way.

Somehow hesitantly bringing her face closer, she carefully placed her lips on mine.

*Smooch.*

It was more like a greeting than an act filled with affection, and I blinked at the Holy Maiden.

Wait, that’s it?

“…Um, is this… how it’s done?”

“…”

As I stare at the Holy Maiden who asks this cautiously.

I raise my arms and wrap them firmly around her waist.

“Eek?!”

As she lets out a cute scream and comes closer, I press my lips against hers again.

A kiss that involves tongues, that’s wet, that’s closer to indulging in each other.

I can feel Lucien’s body stiffen in surprise, then gradually relax, all transmitted through my arms wrapped around her.

“-Mmph…”

“Oops.”

And as soon as I separate our lips, I catch the Holy Maiden who seems about to collapse as if her legs have lost strength.

Isn’t she too weak?

“Wow~ You’re good at this! How much have you improved in just a few days?”

“…”

I look at Faynol, who’s whistling at the sight, with a disgruntled expression.

“…What are you doing over there?”

While the Greyhaunter sisters are busy clinging to me, she’s standing back a step like a spectator, staring intently at us.

It’s uncomfortable…

“No, since I’ve already yielded to them. I should at least give up my turn too, right?”

“…”

Ah.

So that’s why she’s just watching from there.

It seems she never considered the option of not participating at all…

But looking at her, another fact suddenly comes to mind.

“By the way, where’s the White Demon?”

Considering the people here, it’s impossible that she’s not included, but I don’t see her face.

At my words, the Greyhaunters looked at each other with an expression that seemed to say ‘Ah, that-‘.

“We’re making her just watch for now, as a form of reflection.”

“…Reflection?”

“She has an unusually fierce temper…”

I smile bitterly along with Lucien, who speaks with an obviously tired expression.

Indeed, compared to other demons, that one gives off a particularly dangerous feeling.

To the extent that it’s hard to match with the fact that Yuria will become like that later.

‘…In contrast, that one seems too docile.’

I say this while looking at the Red Demon, who can’t even turn her gaze toward us and is awkwardly stroking her arm.

Isn’t that the reaction of a virgin? It’s even more out of place considering that most of the other demons have already “done it” with me several times.

The answer to this was extremely simple.

“I, how should I put it. Until this world line came, I actually never met you at all…”

Ah, so that’s also a possibility.

Since these demons are all from different world lines, they clearly all have different pasts.

“-And, are you curious about why the White Demon became so fierce?”

“Huh?”

“I know the reason for that.”

The Red Demon scratched her head and suddenly brought up such a thing.

“Really? Why is that?”

“…Well, you’ll find out soon enough.”

I blink at her as she says this.

“…You’ll understand once you’ve been devoured.”

“…”

What an ominous thing to say.

●

Even in such a chaotic atmosphere, when naked men and women spend time pressed against each other, mysteriously, a rather plausible mood tends to form.

At some point, with only our tense breathing echoing around us, at a distance where our breaths touched, Lucien whispered to me.

Her hot voice tickled my ear.

“…You know. Since I don’t remember properly saying it before, I’ll tell you now.”

“Yes?”

As she said this, Lucien swallowed hard and opened her mouth again.

“I like you.”

“…Yes.”

“Both of us sisters. We sincerely think of Darwood as our benefactor. We also think of you as a lifelong companion.”

“…Yes.”

“So…”

Lucien moved her body again slightly, slowly laying me down on the floor, and then positioned herself on top of me, looking down at me.

She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. After repeating this process several times, I looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

It seems like she’s having a physical rejection response to actually saying something that’s extremely difficult to express.

“…What’s wrong?”

“…I received some education before coming here.”

“Education…?”

“Someone taught me a spell to drive men crazy.”

“…”

“But it’s a bit hard to actually do it…”

And, seeing the sentence that followed, I immediately understood why she was reacting that way.

“…Please enjoy yourself with the body of a Holy Maiden…”

“…”

“I’ve been imagining, for days and days, wanting to be subjected to such things by you. Despite having the title of Holy Maiden, I couldn’t hide my desire to be violated by a man…”

“…”

“Both my sister and I have been harboring the same thoughts continuously. So…”

Lucien would see me opening my mouth as if my jaw joint had dislocated.

Considering my background, it would be an unimaginable statement.

With embarrassment and shame, Lucien, with an expression almost on the verge of tears and her whole body trembling, spoke the rest of the “spell to drive men crazy” that she had picked up from somewhere.

“…Our sisters’ virginity, which has never been used before, please, enjoy it… I beg you…”

As Lucien said this and trembled, there was a very explosive reaction occurring between my legs.

Yuria’s eyes sparkled brightly as she saw my manhood rising and twitching.

“Wowww…♥”

“…”

As for her, how should I put it.

Unlike her sister, she seems to be purely and enthusiastically responding to my reaction.

Truly, I’m glad to be able to embrace her here.

It feels like being able to do something that could only be done in dreams. That’s the feeling.

“Aren’t you more perverted?”

“…Shut up.”

I wish the local broadcast would turn off.

Because even I am embarrassed to hear such words.