The Encroaching Hand of Evil

"… You're here."

Sensing Aery's approach, Yoal opened the cabin door.

Though not yet midnight, the outside was pitch black.

A lone girl stood at the entrance.

"You must be Aery Heirem?"

"… Yes."

It was his first time seeing her.

After a brief pause, the girl in a maid outfit nodded slightly.

Her bright silver twin tails swayed in the breeze, her sand-colored eyes devoid of emotion.

Her petite frame, barely 145 cm, made it hard to believe she'd been Almaeira's lady's maid for twenty years.

"Come in. And don't remember anything from tonight. Don't question it. Don't feel anything odd. Got it?"

"… Yes."

Yoal returned inside, Aery following obediently.

In the corner of the living room, a witch lay sprawled, her crotch and mouth smeared with white fluid.

"Nyrn, clean her up."

"… Fwa… Ha, hya 💕… Yoal-sama… 💕 More, I want more…"

"Damn it. Useless."

Shoving the clinging, heat-stricken Nyrn into the bedroom, Yoal returned.

Aery stood motionless in the room's center, unfazed by the scene.

"Don't mind her. This way."

Shrugging, Yoal opened the door beside the bedroom.

It led to a bathroom with a wooden tub filled with hot water, ready for use.

The water was heated not by fossil fuels but by magic.

"Shall I assist with bathing?"

"I'll be the one washing you."

Aery glanced back over her shoulder, looking up at him.

He was slightly surprised — she reacted, which he hadn't expected.

A subconscious flicker of humanity, perhaps.

"… Yes. Understood."

Without further question, she undressed.

White apron, black dress, modest white underwear, black knee-high socks, and a white brim—

All neatly folded on the floor, revealing her dazzlingly pale, petite nude body.

Smooth breasts, a slightly rounded lower abdomen, slender yet sturdy hips built for childbirth.

"Is this acceptable?"

"Spread your pussy."

She'd stripped naked as Yoal ordered. Aery's delicate shoulders flinched slightly.

Leaning against the bathroom wall, she hesitated briefly before sliding a hand between her thighs.

With a soft kupa, her slit-like labia parted, revealing her pristine, pink vagina.

A slightly large clitoris hidden by its hood, and a vaginal opening so tight it seemed barely able to fit a finger.

Yoal swallowed hard.

It wasn't just the sight — it stirred memories of the "Saintess."

"… Calm down."

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

Turning to face Aery, he suppressed his self-loathing.

Her innocent face bore a faint flush, even unconsciously.

"Show me deeper."

"… Yes."

Aery placed both hands between her thighs, spreading her vaginal opening wide and exposing the petals within — her hymen clearly visible.

"Tch."

Yoal clicked his tongue, annoyed.

He wasn't forcing this display for no reason; he needed to confirm her virginity.

No matter how much suggestion he used, leaving traces would expose his plan.

Virginity often tied to magical potency — a mage would notice its loss immediately.

"Is something unsatisfactory?"

"No. Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Yes. Understood."

"You can close it now."

"Yes."

Her hands released the delicate lips she'd held spread open.

The soft mound closed tightly on its own, returning to the form of a single slit.

"Let's get in."

"… Yes."

Guiding her slender back, Yoal entered the bathroom.

He began washing her body normally, her youthful skin smooth and water-repellent.

She accepted it passively, letting him clean every part of her.

Next, he focused on the area that would be used.

Her vaginal opening was off-limits; breaking her hymen was out of the question.

Thus, he'd use her other hole.

Though reluctant, Yoal saw it as necessary for discreet conditioning.

"Wait a sec."

He retrieved a tool: a mucus-like mass for intestinal cleansing.

A harmless slime the size of a palm that could slip into tight spaces.

Once inside, it could absorb and break down all waste in the rectum.

"Put your hands there and stick out your ass," Yoal spoke, pointing to the ebony slatted floor.

Aery's cheeks flushed faintly, her sand-colored eyes lowering as she complied.

Pink nipple peeked out from between her thighs, her pubic mound traced a mystical curve, and her round ass jutted out.

Yoal parted her petite cheeks, exposing her pristine rear opening.

No pigmentation marred the delicate, flushed bud which twitched with her breaths.

The anal wrinkles contracted faintly.

Bringing his face close enough to count each one, Yoal blew a puff of air.

"—Ahh…!"

Aery briefly arched her back, her hips quivering.

Her quickened breaths slowed, her gentle chest rising and falling, nipples hardening.

"I'll be touching you now."

"… Yes, please."

Her voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, but her anal movements grew more intense.

With each heated breath, the tiny anus contracted sharply.

Yoal gently pressed his thumb to its center, circling with light pressure.

"Nn…"

The small anus was hot and firm, yet soft.

He pressed and kneaded slowly, avoiding forceful insertion.

The mucus mass would be less invasive than a finger.

For now, he acclimated her to stimulation, softening her naturally flexible intestinal walls.

"… Nn, fu…"

Using her faint breaths as a guide, he adjusted the intensity.

He applied minimal force, either pressing lightly or grazing with his fingertips.

He kneaded the surrounding area too, ensuring blood flow to prevent tearing.

"… Nn, ku… u…"

He pushed the anus inward, massaging deeply, then circled his finger.

Aery's hips jumped, her body writhing.

While her toes curled with tension, her slender shoulders melted limply.

"Ah… a, fu… u, nn…"

He repeated stroking from her tailbone to her perineum.

Aery's arms gave out, and Yoal caught her as she nearly collapsed.

"Keep relaxed. Lean on me."

"… Y-yes."

Breathlessly, Aery gave a faint nod.

Supporting her with an arm around her chest, Yoal gently touched her anus again, pulling sideways.

The cute opening parted, revealing the inner intestinal walls.

"Good. It's loosening up."

"… Ah… fwa, y-yes…"

Affirming the act, he eased her resistance.

Toying with such an intimate area risked snapping her back to awareness.

He kneaded her small buttocks, stretching the anal flesh freely, softening it thoroughly.

Her glossy ass glistened with sweat.

"How's your ass feeling? No pain?"

"… U, nn, ku… Y-yes…"

"Don't hold back. Be honest."

"… N-no… no pain…!"

Yoal slid his index finger along the anal flesh, dipping the tip in and out.

Aery's small ass bounced energetically.

Her body heat radiated from her rectum, sweat beading across her flushed skin.

"Good job."

"… Ha… ah… y-yes…"

Releasing her, Yoal laid her gently on the slats, positioning her to jut out her ass.

He inspected her fully relaxed, delicate anus, now puffy and twitching eagerly.

Likely due to regular training, her healthy anus softened quickly, showing no signs of constipation or poor circulation.

Yoal tenderly stroked the thoroughly worked anus,

Smoothing its wrinkles one by one with delicate care.

"… Fu, u, nn…!"

Her slender shoulders trembled, her voice sweet and quivering.

Then, Yoal noticed something dripping down her thigh—

Love juices from her glistening vaginal opening.

Scooping some up, he smeared it onto her anus.

"… Nn, fu, ku…!"

"Feels good?"

"… Ha, ha…"

"No need to answer. Feel as much as you want. Don't hold back. Make all the noise you like. Enjoying your ass is neither wrong nor shameful."

He reassured her trembling shame, continuing to stroke her anus while gently pinching her erect nipple.

"Ah… a, ah…!"

Instantly, the girl's voice grew desperate. Her tender anus twitched violently, clinging to Yoal's fingers.

He gently kneaded her nipples, delivering pleasure. At the same time, he toyed with her anus, teaching her the bliss of being teased.

He blended the numbing ecstasy of nipple play with the ticklish thrill of anal caresses — erasing the distinction between the two.

After all, Aery was in a kind of hypnotic state at that moment.

If carnal pleasure was imprinted on her then, she'd learn it all too easily.

Pleasure carved into the depths of her subconscious — etched into her unconscious mind — would naturally resurface in her body, never to be forgotten.

"Anh… ah, ah, n, kuh… !"

He stroked her nipples from base to tip, rolling them between his fingers, all while relentlessly kneading her anal hole.

Aery's spine arched like a bow. Her toes curled tightly, and sticky nectar dripped pleasurably from her slit.

The more he teased her nipples, the more intensely her anal flesh writhed.

Her hardened nipples stiffened further between his fingers. To keep her from growing used to the stimulation, he alternated between her buds, tormenting them carefully. His touch remained deliberate, applying irregular bursts of sensation.

"Ah… ha, ah, u, ku… n, uuu… !"

Her anus contracted longingly, quivering. Alongside the nipple pleasure, intestinal juices seeped out, her rectal mucosa sucking at the man's fingers.

Responding to their tempting movements, he ingrained perverse anal pleasure — Aery's nipples sharpened even more.

Tormenting her nipples drove her anus wild with joy; tormenting her anus made her nipples react with pleasure — a vicious cycle, or perhaps a delicious spiral of sex.

"Ah… n, ha… ah, n, haaaa… !"

As a finale, he pinched both erect nipples, meticulously rolling them.

Aery's voice rose in a sugary falsetto, letting out enraptured sighs. Yoal observed her delicate anus convulsing wildly.

He relentlessly worked both nipples, coaxing plenty of sweet moans, then forcibly spread her anus wide again.

"About time, huh."

"… Ah… Alma-sama… eh, what… ?"

"—Yoal."

After a moment's hesitation, he gave his name.

Aery's anus twitched sharply, her spine shivering with goosebumps.

"N-No, Yoal-sama — Yoal-sama has Alma-sama…"

"… Tch."

Her unexpected reaction threw him off.

From her response when he'd introduced himself to Charlotte, it was clear she knew something about Yoal.

In other words, Aery now unconditionally believed he was the real Yoal.

… Which he actually was.

"Yoal-sama, please, your hands—"

"It's just play. I'm only doing a deep clean of your ass, so stay still."

"—Y-Yes."

It felt like neglecting a wife to toy with a servant — a libertine's indulgence.

Necessary, sure, but the guilt was a fucking drag.

No choice, though.

Her labia were even wetter than before, so he called it good enough.

"Yoal-sama?"

"Relax."

"Hya, hiii—💕"

He blew air into the depths of her opened anus.

Her slender spine quivered sweetly, her small ass wiggling needily.

Seeing she was fully prepared, Yoal squeezed out the prepared slime mass.

Translucent cyan, stringy mucus, a smooth semi-solid that shifted shape fluidly.

"I'm putting it in."

He whispered in her ear.

Aery shivered, nodding with a gulp.

Without pause, he inserted the slime mass, twisting it in.

It went in effortlessly.

Her tight anus gripped healthily, but that was it.

Thanks to thorough loosening, Aery accepted the slime mass into her rectum with ease.

"… N, f… !"

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, a little…"

"Can you handle it?"

"… Y-Yes…"

Aery panted heavily, her anus clenching the slime mass.

The rod-shaped slime unfurled inside her ass, cleansing every bit of her intestines.

—In other words, it caressed every inch of her rectum like an alien lover.

"Ah, ahh… Yoal-sama…"

"Just a bit more. Hold on."

"… F, u, kuh… this… I can't…"

Aery shook her small ass frantically, but the slime wouldn't budge.

Its base hooked, digging firmly into her soft intestinal walls.

He pushed it in deeper, leaving only the handle, until it was fully inserted.

The girl's asshole was completely filled with the slimy mass.

Her anus twitched constantly, biting down on the slime. The way her anal flesh parted and reshaped around it was unspeakably obscene.

"… Good, good, it's all in. Breathe slowly — in, out."

"… Y-Yes… n, ku…"

Her small belly swelled slightly. With each deep breath, her lower abdomen rose and fell gently. Her anus tightened, refusing to let the slime go.

Sweat beaded across her body. Her breathing quickened, growing frantic.

Aery writhed in distress, tears welling as she glanced back at Yoal.

"What now… ?"

"Just ten minutes. It's to clean your insides. Can you endure?"

"… I'll do my best…"

Aery nodded, trembling.

The next ten minutes were pure torment for her.

The slime mass filled her rectum, rubbing and writhing against her intestinal walls, squirming, pulsing.

Every movement translated to stimulation inside her anus. Not pain — itchy, numbing, stroking sensations that tortured her sensitive anal flesh.

The entrance, already loosened by his earlier caresses, was thoroughly worked, as was the deepest part of her intestines.

Places prone to filth, hard to reach, were cleaned meticulously.

As clumps of filth were absorbed, only glossy pink intestinal walls remained.

"… N… ah, a, ku… f, uuu…"

"It's okay. I'm right here. Want me to rub your belly?"

"N-No, please, not there…"

At times, suspicious gurgles echoed from her stomach.

Pfft, pfft — cute sounds came from her anus, likely from small gaps between it and the slime.

Nothing spilled out, and Aery gritted her teeth, enduring the rectal cleanse.

"Almost there. You're doing great."

"… Ah, ku… thank you… n, that… !"

He stroked her head in praise, gently pinching a nipple.

Aery shivered pleasurably, dripping love juices from her slit.

"Should I stop? Your call."

"… N…"

She closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation.

Yoal kept ruffling her hair, meticulously rolling her nipples.

Instantly, Aery's breathing quickened. She thrust her ass up repeatedly, sweat bursting from her body.

"… N… ah, a…"

Rubbing both nipples at once drew uncontrollable sweet moans.

Naturally, her rectum was still being churned by the slime mass.

Aery's skin flushed. Her body temperature soared. She wiggled her small ass, filling the confined space with a female's heat-scent.

Time's up, Yoal thought, grabbing a wooden bucket from the bathroom corner.

He set it on the floor.

"Alright, you're good to go."

"—Ha, hah!?"

Next, Yoal lifted Aery's small body.

He spread her legs wide — like urging a child to pee outdoors.

Positioning her slime-filled ass over the bucket, everything was set.

"Let it out."

"Y-Yoal-sama… s-seriously?"

"It's loose enough. Just do it."

"At least let me do it alone—"

"Gotta check if it's clean. I'm seeing it either way."

He gripped her firmly from behind her knees.

No letting go — this way, he could cover if the hypnosis broke mid-act.

"… Understood."

Aery averted her eyes in shame, tensing her stomach.

The cyan slime mass squeezed out from her puckered anus.

"… N, ku…"

Thanks to her loosened walls, the expulsion went smoothly.

The slime, thicker than her anus, emerged, pushing past her contracting chrysanthemum.

Hot, ragged breaths repeated. Each time the slime slid through her rectum, Aery trembled with sweet moans.

"It… it won't stop…"

"Don't worry. It's worse if it stays inside."

"… A, ah, yes…"

Smaller bits were absorbed as moisture by her walls. Saturated chunks, though, pushed out on their own.

No effort needed — Aery's anus was pried open by the thick slime, sensitive folds rubbed raw.

The release of pent-up pressure felt like pleasure itself.

Carving that bliss into her, Aery expelled the slime completely.

"… N… ah, a…"

Her frail back quivered violently.

Her faintly flushed anus twitched longingly, making cute pfft, pss sounds — nothing left to come out.

A single thread of drool dripped from her half-open mouth.

"… You got it real wet, huh."

"—I'm so sorry for showing such disgrace…"

Aery, red to her earlobes, spoke. Her nipples stood sharp, begging for torment.

Her small mound glistened with juices overflowing from her slit. Love honey dripped slowly to her anus, plopping into the bucket.

She glanced back over her shoulder, voice trembling.

"It's fine. I made you do it. Don't sweat it."

"… Then, Yoal-sama, is this acceptable? Please, let me—"

Her small body squirmed in his arms, thighs rubbing together.

Yoal sensed something — placing a hand on her smooth belly, he shook it lightly.

No bulge like before, but a faint sloshing sounded.

"You're still holding something in."

"… !"

"I said let it all out."

He whispered in her ear. Her pale skin was flushed red across her body.

Her slim waist twitched faintly.

"Got it?"

"… Yes."

Her resistance, even under hypnosis, stemmed from deep shame.

The slime was Yoal's doing, but the urge to pee was her own bodily need.

Suddenly, her small body relaxed. Aery collapsed forward, propping herself on all fours.

Like a bitch pissing. Her face burned red with embarrassment.

"… It's okay. No shame. Better now than leaking later — it won't dirty anything. Let it all out."

"… A, ah, a, yes…"

Her voice was faint, dazed.

Moved by its pitiful tone, Yoal quietly turned away.

Instantly, a soft pitter-patter echoed in the bathroom.

The stream hit the floor, splashing droplets.

A faint scent tickled his nose. The sound reached his ears ceaselessly.

The flow weakened, a near-clear puddle flickering at the edge of his vision.

After the dripping stopped, Yoal asked:

"Done now?"

"… Y-Yes…"

Turning back, Aery was still on all fours, her ass trembling.

She likely didn't realize he hadn't watched. Her skin glowed faintly red, her breaths hot and heavy.

Yoal knelt beside her, ruffling her wet black hair.

It's okay, no shame, you're forgiven, he repeated, drilling it in to erode her resistance.

"… Good, good."

Aery trembled fragilely.

Seeing the wave of release pass, Yoal grabbed a towel.

He wiped the droplets trailing down her thighs, ruffling her hair again.

He turned her to face him, brushed back her bangs, and pressed his lips to her forehead.

" — It's too much for me."

"Just some affection. No big deal."

"… I showed such an embarrassing sight."

The shame of post-release, perhaps.

Aery, sitting on the slatted floor, suddenly looked away.

Her sandy eyes shimmered with moisture, a faint ecstatic hue lingering.