chapter_0167

“You want me to grab your horn?” I asked, confused. From my experience with the Elder Lich, I knew how sensitive a dragon’s horns could be.

The chairman nodded, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

“Yes. No matter how I think about it, I don’t think I can overcome my desires, so I’d rather have you drain my strength. For dragons, our horns are both our pride and our weakness, but… I can offer them to you without hesitation.”

“If it’s so weak that just grabbing it will sap your strength, why would you leave it exposed like this? Shouldn’t you be hiding it, just like you hide your tail and scales?”

It made no sense to have such a ridiculously sensitive weak spot so openly displayed. If she wanted to, she could easily conceal it.

“Child, didn’t I tell you? For dragons, our horns are both our weakness and our pride. For our species, hiding our horns is as shameful as walking around naked, if not more so.”

As she spoke, the chairman covered one eye with the back of her hand, her cheeks tomato-red beneath it.

I didn’t quite understand, but I decided to let it go. Different species, different customs. Nika, for example, had very different views on clothing and exposure compared to humans.

I looked at the pair of horns protruding from her black hair. They had a bumpy texture that looked like it would poke my palm if I grabbed them.

“Moreover, the Dragon Heart usually protects them directly. Unless the force is strong enough to penetrate the Dragon Heart, they don’t act as a weakness… It’s only a weakness when I choose to leave them unprotected.”

As our eyes met, the chairman stopped speaking and closed her mouth. A girlish moan escaped her lips—’Haaah.’

“Don’t… don’t stare at me like that… It’s embarrassing…”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to touch them if you’re this embarrassed?”

The chairman twisted her body shyly but nodded. I briefly wondered if it was really worth going through all this just to bury my face in her chest.

“Alright… I understand.”

But what choice did I have? It was necessary for the experiment with the Light Bringer.

“Consider it a punishment for what you did to me earlier.”

“Punishment… Oh, I see. Go ahead, punish me as much as you like.”

At the word ‘punishment,’ the chairman swallowed and nodded. It seemed like the tension had eased, and her anticipation had risen.

I released her other arm. As I started to get off her hips, my hand was stopped by her grip.

“Um… could you… could you stay on top of me like this…?”

“……Yes, of course.”

The chairman, her face a mix of tension, excitement, and anticipation, lifted her head slightly. I reached out and grabbed one of her horns.

“Eek?! Eek?!”

Her golden vertical pupils widened. Her abs tightened, forming a clear ’11’ shape. Something behind her back cracked as if her legs had slammed into the floor.

Her long fingers dug into the mattress, tearing it apart under the dragon’s strength.

“Ah, child. Could you wait a moment? It’s more sensitive than I thought. I need a little more time to prepare myself—”

“No.”

“Kyaaah?!”

As I applied force to the horn in my hand, the chairman twisted her body, letting out a rough moan. She seemed to be trying her best to hold back, gritting her teeth.

I raised my other hand, and the chairman, who had been gritting her teeth and bearing the sensation of her horn being held, began to tremble.

“Just a moment… I just need a moment. Please wait, child. Not that one… Eek?!”

Ignoring her pleas, I grabbed the other horn as well. Instantly, her golden vertical pupils rolled back. Almost simultaneously, her waist jerked upward, causing my body to lift slightly from the force of the spasm.

As I wobbled, I instinctively put more strength into the hand holding her horn. The chairman screamed and writhed, as if trying to throw me off. I gripped the horn tighter.

“Not both! Hyuk?! Not both! Haaaah! Please, just let go for a moment! Child?! Child?!”

Her flailing hand found my thigh and grabbed hold of it. I used magic to tear the already shredded mattress and secure her wrist and ankle in place. I went a step further and bound her ankles and waist as well.

With her limbs completely restrained, unable to do anything but writhe and scream, her pleas became more desperate.

“Please… Haaah! Please let go, child! Kyaah! I’ll do anything else, just please…! Hmm, kkweeek?!”

“I can’t. Didn’t you tell me not to let go no matter how much you beg and struggle, to hold on until your strength is completely drained?”

“But… Hmm, heeek! Ahh! Not that! Child! It’s too sensitive… Heeeek?!”

I gently scratched the tip of her horn with my thumbnail. A moan-like whimper escaped her lips. With each twist of her body, her breasts heaved violently. If I were a normal human, my neck would have been broken by now.

‘Wow, how could this be such a huge weakness…’

The trope of horns being a weakness for horned species was so common it was almost a cliché, but I never expected to see it in a romance novel.

Of course, it was probably Laura’s fault for writing a yuri novel filled with desire. Most of the time, if something seemed a bit off, it was Laura’s doing.

Except for the state of the ‘saint’s robe’ Rosalia had worn. I still hadn’t figured out the reason for that.

“Heeeh… Haaah… Heee… Kkweeek…”

It had only been about a minute, but the chairman was already beyond words, letting out half-whimpers, half-moans. Her body was still twitching, so I figured it wouldn’t be much longer.

I applied a little more force to the horn in my hand. Just a little more—

-Drip…

Suddenly, the resistance lessened significantly. The tension left her body, and the ’11’ abs on her abdomen softened back into a squishy mess. Her waist slowly lowered.

As soon as I let go of her horns, I knew something was wrong. The chairman lay there with her eyes rolled back, twitching and moaning with her tongue sticking out.

“Chairman?”

“…”

There was no response. I slowly got up, releasing her horns, and looked down at the large, bound female body in the center of the broken bed.

The chairman was passed out, her eyes rolled back.

And her legs were soaked.

A transparent, viscous liquid with a sticky consistency covered her underwear and stockings, flowing out and staining the mattress. The color of the mattress gradually darkened, especially around her inner thighs.

“…”

How was I supposed to clean up this mess?

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“I promised to grant any one wish, and I’m scared to think what she might ask for.”

“What the hell did you do?”

“It’s not entirely my fault, but Laura’s to blame for about 90% of it.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?”

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A week had passed. During that time, we spent a lot of time together, in more ways than one. With the confirmation that the Demon God had started to move directly, we couldn’t afford to not use the Light Lance.

So, we stuck together all day, but despite that, I still didn’t feel the same emotions towards Elysier as before. However, it wasn’t entirely fruitless.

For example, the condition to soothe the pain had changed from physical contact to simply being in each other’s presence. The reason for this change was unknown.

“No.”

“Well, if you insist—”

“No.”

“…”

The four possessed girls collectively objected, so the idea of no longer needing to stick together was shot down.

“How’s the Demon World doing these days? Is everything okay?”

Rosalia adjusted her clothes as she asked, curious after Nika and Beatrice’s visit the day before and the large amount of energy Nika had taken from me.

“Nothing major has happened. The succubi have solidified their position, so no one dares to mess with them, and the demons are busy fighting among themselves to establish their hierarchy, as is their nature.”

“Oh, that’s good. So, you’ll be able to stay here for the rest of the vacation, right?”

“Whenever I say that, something always comes up.”

“Come on, surely not—”

“There you are, Mira. An urgent message has arrived from the Imperial Palace. It’s regarding the Demon World.”

Rosalia, who had been giggling and saying, “Surely not,” suddenly stiffened and averted her gaze, looking embarrassed. Laura, on the other hand, wore a ‘what’s she doing now?’ expression.

“…”

I walked past the awkwardly sidestepping Rosalia and approached Laura.

“What’s going on?”

“The succubi have proposed a truce. This is the first time such a thing has happened, so the proposal is to hear the opinions of not only the Hero but also you.”