Tilia’s hand hesitates, holding Diana’s underwear.
“Decal, can’t you let her keep the underwear? My sister… she’s still innocent, never known a man.”
Despite the implication she’d comply if she lost the duel, Tilia negotiates with me. It shows how unbearable this is for her, how deeply she feels protecting Diana is her duty.
I glimpse Tilia’s heart.
“No way.”
I reject her firmly.
Diana, who should be crying by now, holds back, refusing to show weakness. Her n@ked b0dy is fully exposed.
“Lady Diana!”
“Such an outrage!”
“Lady Illesia, have mercy!”
The escort soldiers wail, pounding the ground, invoking their goddess.
So dramatic. Wonder how they’ll react to what’s next.
“Get on your knees and bow.”
Silence falls.
Diana, barely covering her b00bs and precious parts, trembles, then lowers her head.
Her pale skin touches the rough dirt.
It must hurt.
Her knees, arms, and hands scrape against it.
Squeezing out the words, she says, “I’m sorry.”
No response from me.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats.
I just watch her pretty back.
“Do you know why you’re doing this?”
“Yes.” She answers meekly.
“Tell me.”
“For hitting you. For speaking with contempt…”
“Nope.”
I stroke my chin, grinning.
“That’s part of it, but the real reason? I just wanted to.”
“Wanted to?”
“Yeah. Wanted to see you kneel and bow. I was curious how you’d look, all teary.”
Diana’s b0dy shakes.
“Otherwise, who’d make a w0man do this just to accept an apology?”
As Diana tries to rise, Tilia grabs her.
“Sis…”
“Decal hasn’t said you can stand.”
“Exactly. If only you were half as good as your sister.”
Diana buries her face again, sobbing.
“I’m… sorry. I won’t do it again. Never…”
Whatever my intent, it sure makes Diana repent.
Like branding her with a hot iron when a switch would’ve done.
“You can get up now.”
Faint bl00d marks show on Diana’s knees and elbows, scraped from the dirt.
“Clean up yourselves. No help from us. Clear the path, and don’t move until an hour after we leave. Got it?”
“Got it,” Tilia says.
Diana clenches her fists. “I won’t forget this…”
Her curse-like defiance is cute.
“Tilia, is your sister a Melbrit student too?”
“That’s part of the duel’s price?”
“Nah, but thanks for answering.”
I look at Diana.
“See you again, yeah?”
Her shoulders flinch.
“I’ll make sure you remember next time too. Look forward to it.”
“Ugh! Blegh!”
Diana vomits, clearly repulsed by me.
What a fun connection. Can’t wait for next time.
“Let’s rest. The Vanguard family will handle things.”
We gather in the carriage while the Vanguard servants clean up Kelip.
Noah, though, says, “I’ll patrol the area.”
Not her fault, but she feels guilty about Kelip messing up our schedule, so she volunteers.
“Do it.”
Stopping her would only make her feel worse, so I let Noah do what she wants.
Isti’s expression is unchanged, same as when we first boarded.
Karen, though, sits beside me, looking confused.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I still don’t get what happened.”
“The hypnosis thing?”
“That too, but… I felt sorry for Diana.”
She’s saying it didn’t have to go that far.
Noah, a former Diamond-rank, and Isti, a current Diamond-rank hunter, have mentalities worlds apart from Karen. Not that Karen’s weak—she’s just got a softer heart.
“Didn’t you want to see that?”
“No.”
When I move my hand to Karen’s b00bs, she flinches away.
“Not now…”
She seems to find me strange.
“Simple then. Leave me.”
“Huh…?”
“I won’t stop doing stuff like that. I don’t care if you get it. I do it ‘cause I want to. If that bugs you, easy fix—don’t stick around.”
Karen’s eyes waver.
“No way!”
“…”
“I learned you’ve got sides I didn’t expect, Big Bro Decal. But leaving over that? No chance.”
Oh…better than I hoped.
Unlike Noah and Isti, who are layered with suggestions, Karen’s been left freer. Her showing this much attachment is touching.
“What, you think I don’t have sides like that? I’m greedy, and yeah, I enjoyed flaunting your affection in front of Isti.”
Karen’s voice shakes, like it’s some shameful secret.
“So, I’m sticking with you as your pu$$y-s1ave. That’s my truth.”
“Nice.”
I pull Karen into a gentle hug and k!ss her.
She doesn’t resist my touch anymore, letting herself melt into it.
“Here’s the deal. So you don’t stress like Noah or Isti, I’ll give you a gift—a suggestion.”
“Gift…?”
“‘Living as my pu$$y-s1ave is your greatest happiness.’ An indelible mark.”
I can tell Karen’s hesitating. She vaguely senses what accepting such a dangerous mark means. Her human instincts, her w0man’s resolve—they’re ringing the loudest alarm of her life.
“Did Isti and Noah already get that gift?”
“Yup. They cherish it. Breaking it would crush them.”
“I want…”
Karen crosses the line.
“I want that suggestion. Mark me.”
“Alright. Look here. This hypnosis is for you.”
I raise my right hand, slowly snapping my middle and index fingers.
Karen’s consciousness fades.
“Karen, ‘living as my pu$$y-s1ave is your greatest happiness.’”
Clap!
I clap, releasing the suggestion.
Regaining awareness, Karen blinks and asks, “Did it work?”
“Totally. Locked like an unbreakable ring on your finger.”
“It feels different. Like floating in happy bubbles. So this is what Isti felt.”
Isti flashes a soft smile.
“Now Karen’s been ‘blessed’ by Darling too.”
“Wow, this is the blessing…”
Karen’s face glows, no trace of gloom. She k!sses me happily, rubbing her hand over mine as I grope her b00bs, urging me to keep going.
“Mmm. Chupp. Haa…”
We swap spit, t0ngues tangling eagerly.
Isti, watching, quietly shifts to sit beside me.
“Isti?”
“Darling, you got hard watching her kneel, didn’t you? I could see it through your pants.”
“You noticed that in that moment?” I laugh, dumbfounded.
“‘Cause I love you. I know you’re a perv better than anyone.” Isti whispers in my ear.
“Me and Karen’ll milk your kinky spunk together.”
I drop my pants right there.
Both girls grab my c0ck, stroking gently from either side.
Karen teases the tip with her palm, while Isti jerks me off with quick, eager hands.
“Chuu. Haa… To celebrate my pu$$y-s1ave mark, I’m taking all that spunk in your balls, Big Bro.”
Their service in the cramped carriage feels damn good. They work together, hands gliding over my shaft.
I knead Karen’s b00bs while enjoying Isti’s handjob.
Isti’s delicate, bowstring-trained fingers stroke my c0ck with silent precision, perfectly firm, making me sigh without meaning to. Both girls watch my face, smiling like they’re thrilled.
“Darling, you like it?”
“Big Bro, feels good, huh?”
D*mn, now I’m the one trapped?
They press their b0dies close, hands still working my c0ck.
I grope Karen’s b00bs and k!ss Isti this time.
She softly sucks and licks my t0ngue, her hand never slowing. She builds my release without pause.
I only taught Isti handjobs once, and she’s already this good? Impressive.
“Big Bro’s favorite b00bs.”
Karen kneels on the carriage seat, tempting me with her chest.
Right after breaking the k!ss with Isti, I bury my face in Karen’s b00bs, sucking her buds.
She giggles, cradling my neck gently.
“Ahh…”
I’m so turned on, my head’s spinning.
I suck Karen’s buds frantically while Isti jerks me off.
“Darling, gonna release?”
“Mmm.”
Somehow, Isti’s hand speeds up even more.
“Karen, catch Darling’s load.”
“Oh, yeah!”
As Isti strokes, Karen positions her m0uth under my c0ck, head tilted, m0uth open.
“Ahh~~.”
I erupt hard.
Spunk shoots into Karen’s m0uth, slightly off-target. She quickly engulfs my c0ck, catching every drop.
“Mmph. Mmm. Hnn… Hnng.”
Godd*mn, it’s a ton.
My h!ps buck, pouring a massive load into her m0uth.
But Karen doesn’t swallow. She holds my c0ck in her lips, staying still.
After the long eruption, she pulls back.
A sticky white thread of spunk stretches between her lips and my tip, then snaps.
Karen sits beside me, casually swishing her m0uth.
I know exactly what she’s doing—savoring my load.
Her jaw moves subtly, like she’s tasting fine food, eyes locked on mine.
I’m paralyzed by her sultry gaze.
“Ah~” She opens her m0uth.
My thick load fills it, a stray pub!c hair swimming in the spunk on her t0ngue.
She swirls it, showing me how she savors it, then gulps it down. It sticks in her thr0at, but she swallows every bit, taking multiple sips. Showing her clean m0uth, she winks.
“Big Bro’s thick spunk was yummy~.”
“Oops.”
Isti, still holding my c0ck, speaks up.
“Darling, you’re hard again.”
“…”
“Want Isti to taste this time?”
They switch—Karen strokes, Isti preps to catch.
While the Vanguard folks clean up Kelip, I’m stuck in the carriage, milked four times by these two.
Pure bliss.
“Lord Decal.”
Noah approaches the carriage.
“Cleanup done?”
“Yes. We’ll depart as planned.”
“Good. Tell them to move an hour after us.”
“Understood. I warned them not to follow too closely… Something happen? You look pleased, Lord Decal.”
Isti and Karen cover their m0uths, playing innocent.
“Had some fun. Let’s go.”
“…? Yes.”
The carriage rolls on till night deepens. Despite the hiccup, it moves smoothly.
When it’s too dark to see the road, we stop.
Noah, from the lead carriage, comes to me.
“Lord Decal, we should prep for rest.”
“Alright.”
Long rides are exhausting.
Karen’s dozing off, and Isti looks a bit tired too.
“Help the drivers set up camp, then we head to Eight-Colored Clam Castle.”
“Got it.”
“Yawn.”
Karen stretches, opening the carriage door.
“I’ll help too.”
The drivers look flustered.
“N-No! Lady Noah, Lord Decal… You don’t need to help!”
“You worked hard on this long trip. We’ve got our own place to rest, so don’t worry.”
“…”
The driver stares like I’m a ghost.
Was that line that out of character? Guess they think I’m some psycho.
Setup’s simple.
Noah prepped camping gear like we used in Black Forest.
Firewood’s ready, fire’s lit, food’s set.
Now we just head to the castle.
“Ready?”
“Yup! I want a bath and some rest.”
Karen’s already excited, imagining the grand bath’s warm water.
I pull out the Eight-Colored Giant Clam.
“Leave it in the carriage?”
“Lord Decal, shouldn’t someone guard the Clam?” Noah says.
“Good point.”
Never thought about it seriously, but what happens if the Great Eight-Color Shell gets tampered with?
We lose our way back from that world?
“I’ll go in first, ask Bella, and come back. Wait here.”
“Understood.”
I step into the Eight-Colored Clam Castle.