Chapter 123
After Cynthia’s declaration, the creatures of the mansion began to shed their human disguises one by one.
The butlers and maids revealed flower buds made of tentacles instead of human heads, and the Butcher Cook brothers, though they seemed self-conscious at first, soon walked around with holes in their faces. Other various creature servants also revealed their true forms.
Thanks to this, Cynthia was able to quickly get used to the servants’ real appearances. Occasionally, she was startled, but as time passed, she became able to interact with them naturally.
The creatures, seeing that she wasn’t shocked or frightened by them, became even more friendly toward her.
Sometimes, she’d be served tea unexpectedly, or they would bring her gifts they had purchased on trips to human villages. The Ghost Rats performed tricks whenever they met her, always showing her something new, as if they’d planned it among themselves.
Segleninde’s clones often came down from the Sky Garden on the fourth floor to patrol the mansion, and when the main body was off attending to other matters, the clones would appear before Cynthia to keep her company instead.
Sometimes, they treated her even more affectionately than the original, flirting by hugging her together, nuzzling her, or kissing her palms. Some would lie down at her feet to kiss her feet or legs.
Since Segleninde’s will was reflected in them, Cynthia knew these actions were truly his feelings. Because of that, she resolved to tease him thoroughly next time.
On the other hand, she found herself able to do things to the clones that she couldn’t quite do to Segleninde himself.
She would pat their heads like a child, plant noisy kisses on their cheeks, hug them and rub her face against their broad chests, fully enjoying the wonderful sensation. Sometimes, she would take their large, prominent hands and play with them however she liked.
Whenever she did so, the clones’ lower faces, visible beneath their masks, would bloom into bright smiles. Of course, all her actions were transmitted directly to the main body, so Segleninde would express his gratitude in return through the clones.
He would carry Cynthia to the Sky Garden, the domain of the clones, where as many as thirty clones, one after another, would take turns eating her out.
Sometimes one would stick to her for dozens of minutes, persistently drinking her fluids, or three at once would surround her, gently rolling her c**t, sucking, and licking her entrance. If she opened her mouth to pant, another clone would cup her chin and passionately kiss her with their tongue.
After several hours, when she’d lost count of how many times her s*x had been sucked and her mind was melting, Segleninde himself would finally appear, wrap his arms around her waist, and push his c**k in—slick with precum—into her hypersensitive entrance.
Especially when Cynthia was once again wearing the succubus lingerie, she wouldn’t be released until nightfall, having to give up both her holes to the man she loved, who took her front and back, surrounded by clones vigorously stroking their c***s.
Once the tentacles had ensured the perfect aftercare, the clones would massage her thoroughly relaxed body, while Segleninde himself would hold her and cover her face with kisses.
After that, they would spend a peaceful time together until they fell asleep.
Segleninde usually devoted three or four hours a day to his work, likely to maintain his public presence as ‘Duke Wincastle’.
He had never been particularly diligent about his duties as a duke, mostly delegating to others, but since taking Cynthia as his consort, he seemed to recognize the need to solidify his position as a human, and was now more committed to his work than before.
If he finished work a bit early and they had time, the two would always stroll through the castle gardens. They often visited the Spring Flower Garden or Moon Flower Garden, but sometimes wandered the outer gardens of the mansion as well.
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