Chapter 119
However, Cynthia’s underwear was anything but ordinary.
Once her dress was off, it turned out she was wearing black string lingerie that barely covered anything, making it practically pointless. Segleninde visibly flinched at the sight.
Even while dancing with him, she had been practically exposing her n*****s and p***y under the dress. Realizing this, Segleninde looked at her in astonishment, and she couldn’t meet his eyes as she muttered,
“No, it’s just… Miss Clara seemed so desperate…”
That’s right. During Cynthia’s stay at the mansion, the merchant Clara had approached her several more times.
At first, the sign said something like ‘Newlywed Couple Super Super Super Special Sale’, but as the days went by, the sales pitch became more desperate. The next time she saw it, it was, ‘Extra Extra Special Gift for a New Bride!’ and by the last time, it read, ‘Charity Donation for Impoverished Creatures’.
The price of the item had also dropped exponentially, making her feel sorry for Clara. The merchant old woman, Clara, seemed terribly dejected for not having any customers besides Cynthia. Reluctantly, Cynthia ended up buying the Succubus Lingerie Set from her.
“But, when I put it on, it doesn’t seem to have any special effect. Why was it so expensive at first— haangh!”
Her next words were swallowed as Segleninde spread her thighs and buried his mouth between her legs.
Unexpectedly, seeing Cynthia in the succubus lingerie had excited him so much that he couldn’t stop himself from eating her out until he ended up climaxing in his pants on his own. It was only then, as the item’s effect explanation popped into her head, that Cynthia was horrified.
Did ‘seduce anyone’ actually mean ‘put anyone in heat’?
“Hiiek, uunngh, haa…!”
It was obvious. Cynthia, bent over the table with Segleninde thrusting into her, became certain of it.
There were no tentacles this time, but instead, Segleninde pinned her with his entire body so she couldn’t move, pounding into her with his hips. Every time her cervix was struck and lifted by his heavy tip, Cynthia regretted buying the underwear and cursed Clara.
It felt good, yes, but if the effect was going to be this excessive, shouldn’t there have been a warning?
And then something even more unexpected happened.
In the middle of their dance, the wooden puppet guests, who didn’t even have mouths. Began to speak.
“Lady Cynthia, you’re truly beautiful. How do you shake your b*****s so prettily and drool that sticky, sweet nectar so hungrily?”
“You clamp down on His Grace’s c**k so well. Your lewdness is beautiful.”
“Every time you get f****d, your p***y convulses. How adorable!”
Cynthia had only just learned that the wooden puppets among the mansion’s creatures acted as Segleninde’s extensions, following only his will. Staring dazedly at Segleninde pounding her cervix, her eyes lost focus as he thrust up again.
At the end, Segleninde lifted her in both arms and continued to thrust upward until he came, and at the same time, Cynthia squirted, soaking the beautiful marble floor.
The puppets clapped their wooden hands with sharp little clicks, cheering, and soon started tangling up and imitating an orgy themselves.
After that, sometimes the creatures joined in their union.
Not long after the banquet, they had s*x in the center gazebo of the floating garden, and Segleninde’s clones, the sentinels, came to assist with caresses.
One roughly pinched her c**t, two more spread her cheeks and teased the entrance to her rear, and three more groped her b*****s.
When Cynthia hesitated, Segleninde reassured her not to be surprised.
“You know they’re all just my clones, right? I’m trying this to see if dispersing my will lets me draw more energy from you more easily, but don’t worry. The amount I take is the same as before. But if you don’t like it, we can stop.”
Waiting for her opinion, the clones paused, their faces concealed by black masks except for their lower jaws. Slowly caressed her body, their eyes focused on her.
Cynthia hesitated, but studied them one by one. Just as he said, the clones had no sense of self and moved only by Segleninde’s will, and with their long silver hair down to their waists and identical chins beneath their masks, they looked so much like Segleninde that she didn’t feel any real aversion.
When she nodded her approval, the clones’ hands closed in immediately. Segleninde tried to act indifferent, but his expression brightened.
Cynthia, deliberately acting confident, said,
“You better do it well. If your clones seem weak, I’m stopping.”
“Go ahead. But no regrets if you do.”
As Segleninde whispered into her neck, baring his teeth, one clone came up, cupped her chin, and kissed her.
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