Machinations and Conflict

A ruined church bathed in gentle sunlight.

Almaeira prayed there quietly today as always.

Without turning around, eyes still closed, she parted her pale pink lips like blooming flowers.

"… Hey, Sharo."

Beside her was the "Queen's Attached Guard," Charlotte Euclides. Leaning against the crumbling wall, she watched over Almaeira from neither too close nor too far.

Charlotte was surprised to be addressed. It was rare for Almaeira to be distracted during prayer.

"What's wrong, Alma?"

"… There's something I'd like to ask of you."

"What's with the formality? You can tell me anything. It's not like we haven't known each other long enough."

"… … Yes. Well… ah, please wait a moment."

"Sure. Take all the time you need."

Charlotte curled up the corners of her mouth in a smile and leaned back against the wall once more. The honey-colored tips of her hair swaying in the wind brushed her cheek, and she swept them aside.

Almaeira bowed her head, clasped her palms together, and continued praying for a while longer.

A warm midday hour. Time flowing peacefully, separated from the mundane world.

Charlotte liked this time. When she was first assigned to the Witchlands, she thought it was a terrible demotion, but that was a grave mistake.

In these twenty years, there had been no instance of the border between the Witchlands and the kingdom being officially violated. Incursions from the kingdom side were strictly unofficial and small-scale.

Charlotte and Aery's efforts played a part, but the biggest factor was Almaeira's contribution.

She had heavily modified the Black Forest that serves as the Witchlands' gateway. To put it plainly, she cursed it.

As a result, the Black Forest became an otherworldly realm that repelled all people even more than before.

Outsiders would rot away just by stepping foot inside, and the lost were mercilessly ejected by writhing trees. Mediocre sorcerers would have their mana depleted and die within days.

That no small number of witches could still reside there was thanks to Almaeira's, the Witch Queen's, permission.

Countless witches cast out from their countries and hunted by people. For outcasts like them, this land was a kind of salvation.

That Almaeira cherished the witches was surely tied in no small part to her own background.

From "Saintess" to "Witch." Her position completely reversed, but ultimately what she does hasn't changed.

She extends her hand to the unrewarded, to the powerless. She spares no compassion for any neighbor within her reach, whoever they may be.

——The kingdom folks really made fools of themselves. Charlotte idly looked up at the hole-ridden ceiling.

After discarding Almaeira the "Saintess," the Leverant Kingdom had gradually weakened.

Rising domestic unemployment, and consequently, a growing number of vagrants. Sanitation and economic conditions gradually deteriorated, and an epidemic swept through ten years ago. The outbreak had since subsided, but trade volume still showed no signs of recovery. Lately, they'd been stirring up hostility toward imaginary enemies to suppress domestic discontent, rushing into military buildup.

Simply put, a disaster. They had rotted from within over twenty years without the Demon King's army even needing to lift a finger. How pathetic.

Within the kingdom, some voices hoped for the Saintess's return, while others claimed this was the Saintess's—or rather the Witch's—curse.

As far as Charlotte was concerned, it was simply retribution.

She had never heard Almaeira utter words cursing the kingdom.

If she had time to curse anyone, she spent that time on saving witches instead.

The fruit of Almaeira's efforts: an ideal sanctuary hidden deep within the Black Forest. Charlotte was quite fond of her duty to protect it.

"… Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No. Not at all."

Almaeira released her praying hands and slowly raised her face. She gently opened her eyelids, revealing blue eyes tinged with sorrow.

Charlotte smiled lightly, stepped away from the wall, and settled in beside her.

"So, is this something that needs to be discussed formally? We could go to my house if you want."

"… No… let's talk while walking."

"Got it. So what—"

"——About the intruder."

As they started walking side by side, Charlotte shook her head with an "ah."

"The one from a week ago. I can only call it pathetic on my part. At this rate, there's a good chance he escaped entirely."

"… Yes, that… doesn't matter."

"No, even if he retreated, he seems like the persistent type."

"… Is that so?"

"I hit him with a few serious shots, you know? Surviving that just means he's skilled, but still having the will to come back after that is a bit—"

"… Unusual."

"Exactly."

Charlotte's prowess as a sorceress was naturally known to Almaeira.

Attack power, defense, mobility; in every aspect her abilities were top-class. She had never let an intruder escape before.

At Charlotte's words, Almaeira gave a small, knowing nod.

"… If… perhaps… he shows himself again…"

"Yeah."

"… Could you capture him alive instead of killing him?"

In that instant, Charlotte widened her eyes and stopped walking.

Why. The question flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but recall how he had introduced himself.

Yoal Yaotl. Almaeira's childhood friend, who should have died twenty years ago. The sorcerer Yoal.

"… Sharo, is something… the matter…?"

Almaeira turned back. Her long, flowing platinum hair fluttered in the wind.

Charlotte hastily chased after that small back.

"No, nothing. I just wondered what brought this on."

"… I'm… interested. Could I at least talk to him…? Would that not be alright?"

"Ah…"

Charlotte ruffled her honey-colored hair and looked up at the sky.

"Speaking as your guard, I'd at least like to hear a reason. He's… dangerous. More than a little. He's even got one of the witches under his control."

"That's… yes. I heard from Aery."

"Including that he's probably had his way with her?"

"… Y, yes…"

Almaeira's cheeks flushed faintly. Even so, she kept her face raised and never once averted her gaze from the woman's eyes.

The straightness of that gaze made Charlotte catch her breath.

"… If that person's goal truly is me… then perhaps that, too, is divine guidance."

"I thought the Seven Heaven Lords had abandoned you?"

"… Even if abandoned, even if they don't reach… that's no reason not to pray…"

Almaeira pushed open the church door and bathed in the pouring light.

Contrary to her shadowy black vestments, her platinum hair glistening in the sunlight was blindingly radiant.

"Alma. It's not like you don't understand your own power. There are countless people in this world who want to use it. In that regard, even the Demon King is no different."

"… Yes, but… those who would risk their life for that… surely there aren't many."

——She was absolutely right. Charlotte was at a loss for words, rooted to the spot.

Yoal Yaotl was already dead. The man was nothing more than a scoundrel using his name. Charlotte had judged it so and withheld the information from Almaeira. A measure to avoid giving her unnecessary anxiety.

But had that judgment truly been correct?

"Hey, Sharo"

Charlotte was deeply attached to Almaeira. As if she were a younger sister, or even a daughter.

That was precisely why her affection was inseparable from anxiety.

What if Yoal Yaotl, Almaeira's beloved, was actually alive?

And when Almaeira's heart tilted toward him, wouldn't Charlotte be pushed aside?

What if she had neglected to pass on the information out of such self-serving motives?

Charlotte herself couldn't help but feel such concerns.

"I'll… tell you one of my secrets… okay?"

"… Yeah. I'd love to hear it."

And perhaps she could see right through Charlotte's heart.

"… Something I've been praying for, always and always… to the Seven Heaven Lords, to the Six Underworld Lords… people would probably call me fickle for that."

"No… That's just like you, though."

In the end, still holding onto her own secret, Charlotte smiled.

That smile was utterly crushed by the following words.

"… May Yoal's soul go through its cycles and be born again in this land. No matter how many decades it takes, how many centuries, how many millennia… I can wait here… Surely, someday, we'll meet again."

"——For twenty years, you've been…?"

"… Yes… I'm the persistent type too, you see."

Almaeira smiled shyly.

A smile of compassion that called to mind an angel. And for that very reason, it pierced Charlotte to the core.

 

 

Right around when Almaeira settled in for her afternoon nap, there was a knock at the door of Aery's private room.

"Please come in."

"Excuse me."

"—Shal"

The door opened forcefully and Charlotte entered.

Aery narrowed her eyes slightly and turned toward her.

"Something urgent?"

"No, not really… Could you hear me out?"

"Of course. Have a seat wherever you like. I'll prepare some tea."

"… Ah."

Charlotte sank into a chair near the table, her ample chest rising and falling. Even to an observer, she looked clearly agitated.

Aery moved briskly about the room, quickly preparing cups and tea.

"It's leftovers from what I prepared for Alma-sama."

"That's… almost too good for me."

"Agreed."

At Aery's deadpan reply, Charlotte grinned back. She picked up the cup placed on the table, brought it to her lips, and gently tilted it.

"… Hmm?"

"Is something the matter?"

"It's a bit sweeter than usual."

"Alma-sama seemed a bit tired, so I added extra sugar. I also changed the flavor slightly. Does it not suit your taste?"

"… No, it's just right. Thanks."

Drinking the slightly cooled tea, Charlotte let out a soft breath.

Aery poured her own portion the same way and took a sip, then sat down across from Charlotte.

"Well. Let's hear it."

At Aery's prompt, Charlotte let out a small sigh.

Leaning forward with elbows on the table, she chose her words carefully, then,

"… Well, ah, I'll get straight to the point. There's a possibility Alma has caught on to the intruder's true identity."

So she declared.

"… Did Alma-sama say as much?"

"No. But she did ask to have him captured alive. She wants to talk to him."

"Identity aside, he's just a thief impersonating Yoal-sama. Besides, if Alma-sama says so, there's no reason not to comply."

"… You think so?"

"Of course."

Aery nodded as if it were self-evident, smoothly bringing her tea to her lips.

"Don't you think it's dangerous? Whatever his true identity, it's almost certain he knows about Alma's past."

"Neutralizing that threat is your job and mine. If need be, we could crush his limbs before presenting him. Alma-sama's power can restore them."

"… That's certainly true. Whether it's feasible, or whether he's even still in the area, is another matter."

"There will be some difficulties. Even so, we must not carelessly dismiss Alma-sama's order… no, her request. We should continue the search with capture as our objective."

Almaeira had never forced either of them to do anything. She never made unreasonable demands to begin with; she simply asked.

That was precisely why they didn't want to betray Almaeira's trust.

"Alma-sama is a perceptive woman. It wouldn't be strange for her to arrive at the right answer from the circumstances and subtle inconsistencies. If she's going to find out eventually, wouldn't it be better to tell her everything sooner rather than later?"

"… That… might be true. But, no, I—"

The words wouldn't come. Charlotte drained her tea in one gulp.

"Would you like another cup?" she was asked, and Charlotte gave a modest nod.

"Are you afraid?"

"… Of what?"

Tilting her head as she poured tea from the kettle, Aery studied Charlotte. Charlotte narrowed her eyes, watching the crimson stream intently.

She accepted the offered cup and once again brought it to her lips.

"This is purely hypothetical, but—what if he truly is Yoal-sama? What if he was resurrected like Alma-sama, or had actually survived without dying?"

"You really… think that's possible?"

Charlotte's voice trembled suddenly. That remark had struck precisely at her vital point.

Aery Heiram truly knew how to find a person's sore spots and how to press them. Her past as an assassin in the intelligence corps was no mere decoration.

"In terms of possibility, I'd say it's possible but difficult to believe. However——you look more like you 'don't want it to be true,' Shal."

"… You can tell?"

"More or less."

Charlotte couldn't help but twist her expression bitterly. Having the emotions that filled her with self-loathing dug out and thrust before her, there was no way she could feel good about it.

But with it put so plainly, she could hardly deny it.

"Even assuming that were the case, what path those two would choose is unknown. Alma-sama remains the Alma-sama she has always been, but it's hard to imagine Yoal-sama hasn't changed. And this isn't a matter the two of us should be meddling in."

"… When that happens, what will become of you and me?"

"There's a possibility we'll be expected to change accordingly."

Aery drained her tea and set the cup on the saucer with a clink.

"However—it is all but impossible that Alma-sama would ever abandon anyone. Who is it that we give our hearts to?"

"… Aery."

Charlotte tipped back her tea, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

There was no need to think about it. Charlotte and Aery's hearts now belonged not to the Demon King, but to the Witch Queen Almaeira.

"… Thank you. Let me… think this over a bit more carefully."

"Trust Alma-sama. When it comes down to it, that's really all there is to it."

She was right, Charlotte acknowledged with a nod. If her trust in Almaeira had been firm, she wouldn't have been swayed by such petty emotions.

"Then, shall we tell Alma-sama everything without holding back? I can do it, if you'd like."

"… No, I'll do it. So just give me some time to prepare myself."

"Of course, if we capture him before then, that would settle everything at once."

"I'll leave that to you," Aery said, rising to her feet.

She drew Charlotte's completely empty cup toward her and began clearing the table.

"… Hey, this stuff really warms you up, doesn't it?"

Charlotte also stood, loosening her collar as if a bit too warm.

"Yes. Just a touch of ginger and mustard for flavor."

"Huh. It was good. I'd love to have it again."

"We have plenty of dried ginger in stock, so shall I make it this way from now on?"

"That'd be great. If it's not too much trouble, please do. Well, I'm heading out to search, so I'm leaving Alma to you."

"Of course. Leave it to me."

As Charlotte turned and walked away, Aery saw her off with a flawless bow.

"… Thanks, Aery."

Leaving those words behind, Charlotte cut a confident path out of the room.

Aery let out a breath while gathering the tea set onto a tray.

"… It went better than expected."

The truth was, it was Aery who had told Almaeira the intruder's identity.

She had informed her in secret, on the condition that Aery's involvement not be revealed.

Whether he was the real Yoal Yaotl was unknown. But it was certain that he had claimed to be Yoal.

This had been Yoal's idea. She couldn't prove he was genuine, but conveying the possibility served as a kind of insurance.

The effect exceeded expectations. Almaeira's eyes went perfectly round, and she sobbed, tears streaming down her face even as she smiled. It wasn't hard to imagine that she almost entirely believed he was the real Yoal.

That Almaeira had requested capture rather than invitation was likely out of consideration for Charlotte and Aery's positions.

If Almaeira were to join with Yoal, it would mean breaking her engagement with the Demon King. It wasn't hard to imagine that would immediately lead to hostility.

When that happened, Charlotte and Aery would be caught between both sides.

Submit to the Demon King's command once more, or remain by Almaeira's side.

"… I wonder what Shal will decide."

Aery's mind was already made up.

And to drag Charlotte along, even if somewhat forcefully, she had devised her own creative stratagem.

"—Looks like it went well."

"Yes. Better than expected."

She responded to the transmission that suddenly entered her mind.

It was Yoal Yaotl's voice.

Today marked the third day since they parted.

It was on this day that Aery had finally succeeded in slipping the drug into Charlotte.

"Clever move. Changing the flavor."

"You're a bit too fixated on concealment."

The tea that Charlotte had just so thoroughly drained two cups of.

Aery had laced it generously with aphrodisiac.

"When you aim for versatility, it inevitably turns out that way… But your method is better. Well done."

"Your praise is unnecessary."

Aery suppressed the smile threatening to break through and gave a faint nod.

After all, she had known Charlotte for twenty years. She knew her tastes inside and out, and her cooking skills were more than sufficient. She wasn't running the kitchen single-handedly for nothing.

A flavor so good that even with aphrodisiac mixed in, Charlotte would willingly come back for more. That was the stratagem Aery had devised.

"At any rate, the setup succeeded, but maintaining this long-term will be difficult. Even if she doesn't notice during consumption, she'll inevitably notice the changes in her body. And I expect she'll recognize it quite early on."

"Figured as much. That's why I'll throw her off the scent."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm going to make contact with Charlotte myself."

"… Huh?"

For a moment, Aery nearly forgot she was alone in the room, her eyes going wide.

"A-are you an idiot? You'll die."

"I'm just going to poke at her a bit."

"For what purpose? It's too early for the drug's effects to manifest. It's pointless and dangerous."

"Because it's necessary, obviously… Ah, about to be spotted. Cutting the line."

"W-wait a moment! If you die, who's going to take care of my body—"

The transmission cut off before she could finish.

Silence. Aery shrugged and sighed deeply.

Collecting herself, she waited for a transmission from Charlotte. But even after waiting a while, no voice entered her mind.

She deployed a net of mana and executed a wide-area search. Unfortunately, no response was found.

"… No role for me to play, it seems."

Aery stood and reached for the desk in the corner of the room, specifically the drawer with a keyhole.

She unlocked it and gently picked up what she had hidden in the back of the compartment.

Thick and long, with a distinctive contour like several spheres strung together. Made of soft resin, it had a squishy elasticity that pushed back against her fingers.

A self-pleasure toy for anal stimulation, given to her. Anal beads.

Tracing its tip with her fingertips, Aery's expressionless cheeks reddened involuntarily.

—J-just a little, it should be fine, right?

Clutching the strange object in one hand and looking down, Aery scurried eagerly toward the bed.

 

 

Aery laid her small body on the sheets and slowly hiked up her skirt.

——It's going to get wrinkled…

She thought calmly in her head, but Aery's hands wouldn't stop.

Deep in her belly, a hot ache throbbed. Her pale pink anus twitched and contracted.

Aery gently kissed the tip of the anal beads. She ran her tongue over it slowly, coating the surface with saliva.

Compared to a male member, it was an unreliable sensation. That distinctive hardness, that scalding heat, were nowhere to be found.

Even so, this toy had brought Aery to climax countless times.

The joy of the elastic spheres spreading apart her melted anal membranes. The sensation of them penetrating her anus was one thing, but the feeling of slowly pushing them out through her ring was especially irresistible. A pleasure like the release of excretion multiplied many times over shot from her spine to the crown of her head.

After having the anal beads thoroughly inserted and removed, she would be filled completely by a man's rigid shaft.

Hot, hard, thick. The pleasure of having a man's powerful hip movements slammed against her, her asshole ravaged. Once experienced, it was impossible to forget.

——No, no. I mustn't remember.

Aery shook her head and ran her tongue thickly over the beads as if confirming the contour of each sphere.

"… Mm, chuu…"

While mimicking fellatio, her body began to flush with heat.

Aery took the anal beads between her lips while simultaneously lowering her panties to her knees.

Her anus was damp and softly melted. The result of Yoal's training.

Even so, she hesitated to suddenly insert the toy, and carefully massaged around her asshole with her fingers.

"… Nn, mm…"

Lewd wet sounds escaped her lips. Chuppo, chuppo.

While working the anal beads with her oral membranes, she thoroughly loosened her anus. Her lower body grew even hotter, and she could feel her vaginal opening secreting arousal.

Hooking two fingers in, it was already easy to spread her hole wide open. Having been thoroughly kneaded by a thick meat rod, her anal folds had long since become soft and pliant.

"… Hah… ah, nn, ah… mm…"

Tsupo, tsupu. She shallowly buried her slender fingers in her anus, gently rubbing the anal flesh back and forth.

Her rectum was always kept clean. A measure to ensure it was always ready for use.

The troublesome thing was that she nearly climaxed from enemas alone, but she didn't dislike that perverted anal pleasure either.

"… Nn, chuu, haah…"

After thoroughly licking the anal beads, she pulled her lips away, trailing a string of saliva.

Seeing it covered in saliva, her anus ached even more lewdly. She couldn't stand wanting it so badly.

Just from playing with her asshole, her nipples had hardened to points, her small clitoris had swelled plump, and her pussy lips were soaked with dripping love juices.

——What a troublesome body he's given me…

Aery thought resentfully. Not just anal sensitivity—her entire body had been trained to be sensitive everywhere.

On top of that, just touching her anus made her entire body's erogenous zones react. This was undoubtedly because of Yoal's training. The lewd conditioned reflex of a disciplined female body.

Regardless, lamenting did no good. She had no choice but to comfort herself.

Aery gently pressed the well-lubricated anal beads against her asshole. Slowly applying pressure, she thrust them ever so gently into her rectum.

"Nn… u, kuu…"

In that instant, waves of carnal pleasure surged up from deep in her rear.

Struck by the anal pleasure shooting through her spine, a sweet voice burst from her throat.

Her slender inner thighs trembled, and her anal folds quivered.

"Ah… ku, nnuuu…"

Pleasure so intense she couldn't help but voice it.

Aery gritted her teeth to suppress her cries. Pleasure spread across her lovely face, revealing that she was savoring ecstasy through her asshole.

But this was only the prelude.

After inserting the thin tip, she pushed in the round beads. The more slowly she pressed them in, the more flexibly her asshole moved—swallowing sphere after sphere.

"Ah—ah… nn, mm… nn, ah, nnuu…"

Aery's voice lost even more composure. Each sphere split her anus wide, grinding against her rectal membranes.

The deeper she pushed the anal beads, the deeper the anal pleasure. The first one or two were very small spheres, but they gradually grew larger.

Tsupu, tsupun, zupu—zupun.

The moment she swallowed all ten spheres, Aery's entire body trembled fragilely.

"Ah… ah, fah… ah, ah, kuuu…"

Aery let out an uncontrollable moan of pleasure and writhed in sweet anal climax.

Her entire body went limp, her mouth hanging open. Drool dripped from the corner of her lips.

Yet her rectum undulated violently, squeezing the anal beads tightly.

"Ha… ah, fah, ah, uu…"

Anal pleasure was heavy and deep.

Face flushed red, she drowned in anal orgasm, her body drenched in sweat. Her nipples were erect enough to stand out against her chest, and gently pinching them brought an overwhelming surge of breast pleasure.

Once she reached ecstasy, there was no stopping. Her entire body turned hypersensitive, craving further climax. Driven by shameless impulses, she chased after pleasure.

"Akku… ahi… fu… nnuu…"

Aery worked the anal beads in and out in small strokes. Each time a sphere passed through, her melted anal flesh lewdly changed shape with squelching sounds.

The pleasure of having her anus rubbed by the moderately elastic spheres was truly otherworldly joy.

It lacked the heat and hardness of a cock, but this toy existed solely to pleasure the anus. Having her asshole thoroughly churned by it, there was no way it wouldn't feel good.

Aery became absorbed in moving the anal beads with one hand. She immersed herself in the lewd game of devouring anal pleasure.

"Ahh… ah… hiin… ku… fuu…"

Nyupon, nyumu, nyupu, nyupo.

As she pulled out the anal beads, her delicate bud was tugged along; when she pushed them in, it modestly puckered.

With lewd wriggling and wet squelching sounds, she dug into her rectum while climbing toward climax.

Her breathing intervals shortened. Her heart pounded, and her back tingled with pleasure. She arched her spine stiffly.

"Ah—ah, nn, mm… cumming, cum… ming, fuuuu…"

Squeezing her asshole tight, Aery climaxed again.

Her rectal membranes writhed and clung to the anal toy, refusing to let go. Her innocent pussy lips gaped open, spontaneously gushing thick arousal fluid.

"Ha… ah, ha, ahnn…"

Panting sweetly, she soaked deeply in the afterglow of orgasm.

The frustrating ache transformed into unbearable pleasure, making her whole body tremble in climactic bliss.

Her usual composed expression was nowhere to be seen. Her beautiful features melted in carnal joy. Tears spilled from loosened tear ducts, and she sniffled as she writhed in ecstasy.

"Ha… ah, nn, nnnu…"

Her buttocks firmly squeezed the anal beads. Aery pinched her nipples and kneaded them between her fingers.

Her clitoris, swollen to bursting, sent numbing pleasure shooting through her crotch at the slightest touch.

Even after reaching such a deep anal orgasm, Aery's lewd female flesh wasn't satisfied. The embers of insatiable lust burned in the depths of her belly, igniting the girl's shameless desires.

She wanted it.

Something thicker, harder, hotter.

Deeper, more powerfully. Pounding. Slapping hips against her ass, penetrating deep into her rectum, filling her completely—

——N-no. Not that. Not anymore…

This was no small conflict within Aery.

It was clear that Almaeira loved Yoal. When Aery reported that he was alive, Almaeira expressed joy and gratitude with tears in her eyes.

Aery was receiving affection from such a man, anal though it was. If someone told her she had no right to do so over her own mistress, she could hardly argue.

Their encounters up until recently could still be called force majeure.

She had merely had her anus toyed with by a wicked rapist. Her body certainly craved his member, but that was simply the result of being trained.

But if Aery sought him out of her own accord, wouldn't that be an illicit love, outmaneuvering her precious mistress?

"… Ku, uu…"

The more she thought she shouldn't, the more her desire grew.

Deep in her rectum, an intense ache throbbed. It wept, begging for the man's powerful erection to be forced inside.

To quell that desire, Aery indulged in particularly lewd masturbation.

Her rectum swallowed the anal beads on its own, greedily devouring anal pleasure. Her fingertips gently traced from the base to the tip of her clitoris. Even that faint stimulation made her hips twitch and sway restlessly.

With her other hand, she pinched a nipple tightly and kneaded it. Through her clothes, the self-stimulation brought no pain. She rolled, stroked, and tormented the hard protrusion pushing up against her apron dress.

"Ha… ah, ku, fu… nnuu…"

She shamelessly devoured pleasure with her whole body. All her senses sharpened, and the pleasure surging from her asshole grew vivid.

Her love bean glistened with arousal fluid. Her pink core peeked out from its hood, trembling fragilely.

"Ah, ah, ku… uunn… cum… ming, it's, coming…"

Her hypersensitive clitoris, her rock-hard erect nipples. She pinched both protrusions at once, and in that instant, writhed at the sweet numbness racing through her body. Refusing to yield to the hip-buckling pleasure, she kneaded her clitoris and thrust her hips forward.

"—… ku… fu, nnuu… cum… ming, I'm cum, ming…"

She climaxed with a plaintive sweet cry. Her small body stiffened from the sharp pleasure of a clitoral orgasm.

Her spine arched in a bow, and waves of pleasure spread through her whole body. The depths of her belly flushed with heat. Her fully erect clitoris spasmed in small twitches.

"Ha… ah, haah… fu, nn, ku…"

Aery basked in the afterglow of climax. The carnal aching settled somewhat, and the frustrating sensation faded.

But deep in her asshole, she squeezed the anal beads as if unsatisfied. Her rectal membranes undulated lewdly, clinging to the comfortably elastic spheres.

"Fu… ah, ahnn… nn…"

The lingering embers of lust spread to her anus—seeking the forbidden pleasure of her rear hole.

Aery kneaded her nipples to maintain the burning heat, and gently grasped the anal toy with the hand that had been teasing her clitoris.

"—… ah, ha, ahh…"

She gouged her hypersensitized anal folds. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation of each bead passing through.

Unbearable release and loss. After expelling about half, she pushed them back in. Her thoroughly melted hole easily swallowed them with squelching sounds.

She trembled at the satisfaction of her asshole being filled. A pleasure that seemed to hollow out her mind. Drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, she single-mindedly devoured anal pleasure.

"Haah… hahh… hi… kuun…"

Before she knew it, Aery was focused solely on feeling anal pleasure.

Pulling out deeply then thrusting back in. She continued slowly working the anal beads in and out, digging into her rectum until her melted rectal membranes were exposed.

While violating her anus, she closed her eyes and thought of being violated by him.

The sensation of being thrust into the deepest depths and having seed pumped inside. The hot spurting bursting deep within, the joy of having her rectal membranes thoroughly soiled.

——No, no… I shouldn't…

The delicate pucker she was pleasuring contracted restlessly.

Even while feeling the betrayal toward her mistress, irrepressible desire reared its head.

If it was only as material for masturbation, at the very least.

Aery let herself remember.

The palms that firmly gripped her slender waist. His sinewy lower abdomen slapping against her rear. The thick shaft that completely penetrated her anus. The curve that mercilessly scraped her rectal membranes.

Aery's hands wouldn't stop. The anal toy churned her softly melted anal flesh. Her movements grew fiercer, the pleasure of each bead passing through her ring arriving in rapid succession.

"Ah… ah, ku… cum… ming, I'm cum… ming, nnuu…"

Aery unconsciously bit the sheets. A shameless orgasm habit ingrained through anal pleasure.

A reaction to muffle her lewd climax cries, and yet it only made her recall sex with him all the more. Her rear spasmed, recalling his hot throbbing.

In that instant, Aery ripped the anal toy, thrust deep into her bowels, all the way out in one stroke.

Zuchuru—zupun, zupu, zururururu!

Each pearl dragged across her anal membranes. Kneading her tightly puckered anus, driving the girl to climax.

"Nku… cum… ming, cumming, I'm cumming… cumming, nnfuuu…"

Aery reached anal climax, her small body writhing on the bed.

Sweet, seductive breaths leaked from her nostrils. An orgasmic pleasure incomparably heavier than anything before bore down on her. Aery's mind went blank.

Her slender legs gave out, hips buckling. With the anal toy fully extracted, her melted pucker twitched plaintively.

"Ha… ah, ah… ah… nn, nnn…"

The deep climax meant the afterglow wouldn't fade at all. It was as if she were still climaxing through her anus.

After climaxing this intensely, even the lewd carnal aching finally subsided. Aery drifted blissfully on waves of sweet, pleasant afterglow. She let her entire body go limp and exhaled a sweet sigh.

——Sweat… I need to change, quickly…

She thought that in her head, but her legs wouldn't cooperate.

And shamefully.

Even as her small body was filled with the joy of anal pleasure, she couldn't help but think.

… After all, when that man does it, it's——

"… Nn, ku…"

If only he would do it for her, she wouldn't have to go through all this trouble comforting herself.

Her mind, reason forgotten in the joy of climax, made such appeals. That man was an evil rapist, and, tracing it back further, Almaeira's beloved.

Alone on the bed, Aery burned with complicated feelings in her heart.

Savoring the lingering afterglow of that sweet ecstasy, the joy of her anus, that drove her mad.