Take Up the Cross – Chapter 123: Vehrose Family Rabbit Dinner ☆

“Current mood, sensual?” Fehr finally deigns to inspect them back, stopping on Lycia’s hand gripping around Adris’ waist. “The guests appear energized from a private meeting, proving that the conditions are now fortuitous?”

“INTERRUPTING THE APPETIZER IS NOT ‘FORTUITOUS’.”

“Hmm?”

Fehr inclines her head in notice of the burning passion she killed.

“Are you not focused, clarified, and receptive to advances when in a hyper-aroused state?”

“I’m gonna kick your head off, you creepy doll!”

“Forgive the interruption then, once invader, now temporary guest.”

Lycia’s inexorable creep over Adris’ body ends with one hand lengthening claws to menace. Into this threat, Fehr steps forward to lift an upturned hand toward him with eyes closed.

“I was instructed to never overlook a forthcoming surrender, and another showed me the way to accept victory with dignity.”

“Who is going to surrender…?”

(You’re scarier than Lycia, now!)

A genuine smile creeps out when Fehr reopens her eyes to take in Adris’ emotional feedback to this bold statement.

“Welcome back to my care, my only guest. If I let my brother roam freely, you seem to pop back out?”

“A-Ah, of course. I will never leave you until you understand your purpose…”

With more affection than he’d like to receive, to him alone “one day’s work” performs a graceful curtsy that lacks any inhuman tells and spares him from a sense of being looked down upon.

“My purpose, the one you speak of that I lacked the ‘feelings’ to understand the importance of until recently, is now being realized with my thanks.”

(“Feelings”, what you needed to understand in order to be used properly by me.)

The moving gears speed up, a momentum carrying all present toward that distant destination called “the conclusion”.

Adris is too stifled from his fun being interrupted to appreciate the way Fehr beams at him, though. Lycia’s crushing grip proves that it’s just obviously enticing enough to provoke a female’s consternation.

“Oh, good, the help is learning to listen? Okay, then, if you appreciate the feelings of others now, then appreciate mine about my prey and…”

A throaty growl jolts Adris, with the delusion that a forest tiger is stalking behind.

“gEt,

OuT…!”

(“Prey”!? We were just playing, right, sis? No weird stuff?)

“Though it is intrusive, lady ghoul who is an interesting exemplar for my own role called ‘big sister’,” as if to answer Adris’ inner question, ‘what will she do’, Fehr marches further into the room to take up an exposed position, before tapping her foot on the floor before her. “My duties bring me here, regardless.”

“Have you gone crazy from neglect!?” Lycia’s sharp nail flashes past Adris’ cheek, pointing at the spot Fehr tapped. “And why do you have that reject [Tattletale] in your entourage now, huuuh?”

A cringing Hoime now earns Lycia’s ire instead, kneeling like a penitent monk.

(Lycia doesn’t like my prize at all!)

“AHaHaHa!? ‘Reject’!? Wouldn’t that be you, only you!?” Despite tears in the corner of her eyes at being a target, Hoime just points back and starts inflaming things further. “No need to know a speck like you before your gross cheating! One ‘sending’ bought all your secrets!

‘Research group: none, outcast! Gross recidivist against Mother’s rules! Frequent absconder with others’ young subjects! Catty, ‘no-birth’ freak that acts haughtier than even the High Masters, while secretly consorting with invading Cho—’!?”

“Cease speaking without purpose.”

“—HENGNG, HaHaHaHa—HAK!?”

Hoime’s hands wrench at her tightening neck collar, but all the bunny can do is thrash in place while choking.

“This… ‘property’ belongs to and obeys this servant’s only guest, the one whom you currently embrace.”

“Your taste in women has gone to shit after me, little brother!”

(I agreeeeee!)

Despite screeching this, Lycia wraps him up tight like food about to be stolen from her.

It’s honestly so enticing that Adris wants to flip around and wrap onto her, just like one of those fruit bears that climb in the hidden forests of his home dimension.

(She’s not really property, at least not mine! I can’t own her, anyway!)

Treasures…

Lands…

(Slaves!)

All possessions of worth are forbidden by the curse of a tyrannical emperor!

(The longer she’s with me, the greater the odds of a disaster like Cuinn!)

“As property, it wishes to become more. As more, it will provide service, as all servants are made to do.”

“Very dramatic, but,

get, OUT—!”

Fehr snaps her fingers to cut off Lycia’s growl.

A boom fills the room and roars out into the manse’s halls, reverberating as if by magic!

“Let us provide this ‘perfect service’ as an example and instill a relaxed mood.”

In less than a minute, the girl’s summons provokes a tumult within the hallway.

A clacking of feet with strange gaits.

(There were more outside!? No, the way they just formed out of nothing means they’re…!)

Adris’ sole escape fills with the dark forms of black-feathered abominations wearing chef’s hats and aprons over old servant uniforms. They troop in double file on tripod legs, carrying trays and bottles, or with wing upon instruments strapped to their sides.

Beaks closed, they take up position abreast of Fehr before stooping into ungainly bows.

(Shit, shit, these are the worst!)

There is nowhere to hide before their disgusting beaks sloppily crack open to reveal a single large eyeball apiece. Spinning before focusing, these Castillo loaners called “Dandies” get the first taste of Adris’ true appearance without “Fehl” to cover it.

All lock onto him and narrow pupils in suspicion, prompting Lycia to grip him tighter.

(They’re gonna give me—!?)

But, fears dry up immediately.

In place of recognition these Dandies all cast their gazes swiftly in a direction that doesn’t contain Adris. They sway nervously, or bob back and forth like cranes.

Musicians fiddle with the harps or drums they carry, while the chefs carrying trays begin a final, ultimate inspection of the hearty contents of solely spiced meats.

(—no notice whatsoever, refusing to admit they recognize me?)

“I don’t like spies, ESPECIALLY NOT SHEEP-SKINNED ONES!”

“The Fake Phira made a point of stressing that the Dandies’ binding contract precludes them from speaking to outsiders of what they observe in the manse.”

Fehr runs her hand over a Dandy’s tray, checking the chill of a rose-wrapped bottle covered in sweat.

“My friend, however, mentioned they are quite invulnerable to capture and reform immediately…”

“Little creep…!”

“… meaning that nobody can prevent them from sharing information that one carrying the authority of the Maker allows to be spread. For instance, what about the tale of…?”

Servant doll and head chef gift each other a pleasant nod of approval, before Fehr smiles beatifically at the trapped rat.

“… one named Lycia Vehrose, betrayer of the Alchemaster and Gran Castillo to the Chosen of Petripolis, and how she is currently trapped within the Unnatural Protean Manse and unable to avoid reprisals?”

“You won’t exist to see this work, fake.”

(STOP, STOOOOOP!)

Adris’ feet leave the ground upon grabbing Lycia’s arms. Trying to prevent her from lashing out, the pressure from her body flooding out is alone almost sufficient to wrench him free, for Adris is a little fish caught in an implacable torrent.

“GET OFF, BROTHER.”

“T-T-That is a wise idea…!”

Rather than the pressure casting Adris into a wall, it’s a rug that leaps up to rip him free!

“Just a—!?”

“AhaHaHa…!?”

(She’s better at controlling the pseudoprósōpon!)

Before he can freely tumble out of the animated rug, he’s swiftly dropped next to a trembling servant of Kestner.

In his place, a sacrifice has been unceremoniously sprawled out. This cream-colored victim in appealing lacy wear curls up and stares at the quaking monster glaring downward.

“H-H-H-H-H…

Heeeellooooo…”

(Why take me from my perfect sex!?)

“Stay firm by me, my guest.” Fehr’s hand yanks on Adris’ collar when he tries to rush back to Lycia.

(I don’t want to stand, I want to—!)

“HURRK!?” In response to his capture, Lycia’s hand tightens around Hoime’s head and hoists her up.

A stand off between two resolute females chooses the collateral poorly.

This can only end in one spectacular resolution, watched over by Dandies with curious gazes that no doubt anticipate a slaughter.

(Lycia values me far more than your offer!)

“I’ll tear all of you to pieces before enforcers can arrive.”

“T-T-The Maker will destroy you himself once he becomes aware! When he comprehends your value, you’ll never escape from his profit!”

(Where did your confidence vanish to!?)

Looming physical confrontation with Lycia sends Fehr into a cowardly fit immediately. Her projected authority sounded nice, but true body language showcases the mental disparity between ghoul and would-be trapper.

“I left a missive for him, explaining this all, j-just in case of—”

“Then let him come, personally, hahaha!”

“He’ll fight…! Do you not fear!?”

Rather than appearing cornered, the lithe Lycia only sneers at each escalating threat!

“Fighting? Afraid? Me!? I love carnage!”

“I don’t… understand!”

(You’re not negotiating, you’re delivering an ultimatum! Of course Lycia is going to reject you!)

“You’ll exist long enough to partially regret your mistake in treating me like a weakling.”

Lycia’s face contorts into a slasher’s smile despite clearly lopsided conditions out of her favor, for Fehr’s plot picked the wrong victim due to gross inexperience.

“This worked for Kol…”

(Kol has a domineering presence and chooses her opponents well!)

From Kol, Fehr learned the art of force of personality and cowing others through painful alternatives.

This is a very useful sort of manipulation, as Adris has proved time and time again, but it also requires the correct circumstances and a target personality near enough to crumbling that surrender is the “good end”.

(Ghouls are already vicious enough, but you interrupted her “feeding”, too!)

The “victim” of this attempt is a nightmarish sort that revels in rebellion against impossible odds even on a day where she’s feeling generous.

(It’s Lycia Vehrose, a [Shooting Star] that escapes with explosions left behind her! Lycia is horny, and anything that keeps her from pleasure is an enemy!)

“You can’t threaten me with a good time, dOlL.”

“You must be threatened, then… then seek another way! You must agree to my plan, or else…!”

Agreement is not forthcoming, only naked growling.

“wHaT dOeS yOuR cOrE lOoK lIkE!?” Lycia’s tongue slurps out, claws temptingly curling for Fehr to be pierced by them! “SHOW ME!

HAHAHAHA!”

(Offer sexual gratification to the Goddess when she wants it!)

Adris tugs Fehr’s waist, pulling on her arm to come closer with a whisper that Lycia can hopefully not hear.

“Pleasure is her weakness! Heap candies on her, leave off the sticks!”

“… I… I was going to, intelligently and cunningly, in the progression of things, but…!”

“Abandon ‘THE PLAN’ and do it now!”

Fehr nods repeatedly, then snaps at the Dandies carrying instruments.

The unmoved part-time chefs violently launch into a sensual plucking of harp and striking of many small drums, fluid despite their comical appearances.

“HNNNN!?”

Lycia takes in the melody that almost seems like an assault, unintentionally hesitating when the strange music fills the chamber. When it turns out to be halfway decent, the standoff declines in sharpness with the mutual rapture of both sides.

“Rather than doing wrong to you, we, the Kestners, only wish to do right for our honored guest and fulfill all of your deepest needs. Please understand this.”

“… Hah?”

Fehr’s concentration slides into the floor, unseen by all but felt by Adris.

(Precise manipulation!)

“What is this…!?”

Around the jilted Lycia, the floor begins to mould up into two grand tables on either side of her. Behind, the bed that the ghoul laid out her possessions on slowly lumbers forth like a beast of plowing.

“… game you’re playing?”

The soft bed nudges at Lycia’s legs, prompting the crafter to snort and drop the bunny sacrifice. With its aid, Lycia luxuriously plops down into its supple top.

“And, now…?”

Onto the tables beside her, Dandies place trays with spiced meats. All still rare, the tempting smell of fresh slaughter sends Lycia’s long tongue slurping. Another Dandy pops the end of a wine bottle, cleverly pouring a dark liquid into the glass that Lycia hesitantly lifts up.

“Hoooh…? ‘Staffelter Red’!?”

Only its scent from being poured is necessary to bring a smile to the once furious ghoul. Lycia kicks out her feet like a kid while watching it fill to the top, then eagerly tilts to enjoy the first taste.

“MMMM!?” Holding back barely from downing the whole glass, Lycia quickly replaces it upon the tray. “Ahem…!”

She eyes the meats, but refuses to partake.

Instead, suspicion rightly returns when she rubs her hand over the bed top.

“Just what sort of forthcoming failure of my brother’s are you trying to fool me into tagging along with?”

“… Failure?

No… failure is never permitted…!”

Fehr’s hands strangle the air, her expression hidden from Adris by perspective. The emotional energy she exudes is no less dampened, causing the carpet she stands on to squirm.

(Fehr!)

“To exist is to have purpose!

To succeed at purpose is to justify existence!

To fail is to deny a reason for existing, especially for any of you existing in the first place…!”

“Huh, you say interesting things~!?”

Such a maddened assertion, especially with Fehr’s improper anger tainting it, only paradoxically provokes Lycia to relax further.

“… Forgive my outburst. May I resume?”

“Sure? Now, what is… this thing doing here for, then?”

“‘This thing’…? Oh, the invader.”

(What did Lycia see? Anyway, good job, for now, Fehr!)

Though obviously still miffed, Lycia lounges with her lusts rebottled for the moment.

“From this invader, we discovered many important things about our honored guest of a guest.”

“Oh, do tell?”

Hoime vibrates at being the object of possible reprisal, but Adris understands enough to know his place now and hers.

(She… she’s substituting so that I’m free to counsel Fehr about how to succeed.)

It’s another useful tool of manipulation, one that Adris demonstrated through the ruse of Fehl. Rather than becoming the object of fascination, he enabled others to become that: first Kol, then Fehr.

With Hoime rendered for inspection, she can be “sold” as Adris intends.

“Lycia Vehrose, able creator and efficient rescuer, this failed invader was specified as a form of useful recompense you would accept.”

“Right, little bro did mention payment. It’s a shame… the payment has to have some positive value to be accepted!”

“… But, it should be… self-evident based on her talents…?”

Fehr meekly stares down at Adris, betraying a trust in his assessments that never looked past needing to explain Homie’s worth personally.

(You didn’t think this part through!? Then what did you spend all that time talking to her about?)

“‘Self-evident’!? I’ve already claimed from this sluggy butt any useful magical items, but now she’s stark naked. What do I want from her gross brain, aside from chewing on it for a bit?”

“Awawawawa, AHAHAHAHAHAHA…!”

Lycia yanks on one of Hoime’s ears, sending the future meal into a psychotic laughing fit!

(Then it’s my turn!)

“Ahhh! Yeah, big sis has no need for a talented mystic with as many devices as sis has to fix!”

“… Ghk! A-Adris!”

(Sorry, sis, I’d rather jump on top of you and push deeeeep in, but…)

Though it will harm their relationship further, Adris flashes the sign that begs Lycia to trust him. He has no way of knowing if it will suffice a second time.

(Fehr is running a plan I’ve put her on, so I have to…)

“A deadline like fixing old contraptions before any slayers start to doubt if she can… no way sis can waste time with a loser! But, I wonder?”

If Lycia could crush Adris’ windpipe out of hate rather than love, it’d be over fast with how strongly her hand shakes.

The background music ramps up with pizazz, though.

“Can you really overlook recruiting someone that broke into Falke’s otherworldly fortress with ease, sis, when your project could use that kind of skill?”

“Shut up with sharing my secrets, you shitty, flightless magpie…!”

That sensual call of harp strings plucks on just the right thoughts to send Hoime’s free crook-ear toward the ceiling.

“… You’re going to re-activate the Castillo’s intra-transpositor network for the Chosen, you traitor? Is that what this plot of yours iiiiiiis~?”

A strangely dreamy tone makes Hoime sound more speculative than shocked, but the crazy slave drills to the truth with only two hints given.

(Good!)

All playing stops when the otherwise passive band converges its sights on Hoime. Such intense scrutiny sends the woman’s fur poofing out, turning her head left and right with horror.

For, blue eyes banded by gold glow in total capture of this query’s implications, even leaving them shifting to stare at each other with incredulous wonder despite being distant vision for the same entity.

(Shit, the Golden Heart knows what we’re going to do to its precious body soon…)

Only for a moment, though, before the lead harpist tepidly plucks a few test notes. This invites the rest to take back up their performances.

(I was right to spare you, though. You’re an excellent “first capture” to parade in front of the slayers, one that will entice them to think of grander pursuits.

Like fucking Lycia…!)

Lycia’s stern gaze marks her as Adris’ single equal in observation, but neither will confront the entity spying on them tonight.

“Little Tattletale, you are finally proving that you’re…” Earning Lycia’s despairing revulsion, the bunny is dragged up from the floor.

“Ah?”

“… dead meat and dinner.”

Lycia’s teeth flash wide, preparing Hoime to nibble upon!

“HIIIIIIEEEEEE–LLLLLLLP!”

(SHIT!)

“She is not your property, yet!”

Fehr calls out the obvious as a warning, for the rush of air and whispers cry with alacrity that deadens the room to all but forthcoming war.

As Adris’ property, any attack on Hoime is a declaration of intent to bring harm upon him!

(I don’t want to fight, I want to fuck!)

“NONONONO, WON’T TELL, WON’T SHARE!? I’LL, I’LLLLLLLL~HEEEEEEEEELP YOU!”

“… Help?”

Lycia stops in mid-chomp on her skull, instead nibbling Hoime’s ear with a canine.

“OUCH!? Even if they start back up, know you do the lock-key for reconnecting them!? For, I do, I DO!”

“They’ll have changed it since you failed here, lowlife.”

“THE DIMENSIONAL ANCHORS! I WAS ON THE TEAM THAT INSTITUTED THE UPDATES TO THEIR GRANDIOSE DESIGN! CAN ALWAYS CRACK WHAT WE CHANGED, I CAN—!

ACK!”

Hoime plops back to the ground, leaving Lycia to growl in contempt.

“Why aid me, Tattletale, instead of tattling? That’s what Mother’s ‘Tattletales’ do, tell on everyone with a profitable dream the moment they stray from your made-up rules?”

“… Because… she… that… that bitch…” The mystic pulls on her own ears, yanking hard as her quavering voice fills with rage. “I was THIS CLOSE to getting away, and she… that [Maidwright] who thinks she’s a goddess of perverse order, she stole escape from me out of spite, spite that I’m more brilliant than sheeeeeeee!”

“No dreams of your own for earning your way back to glory alone?”

“Alone!? Why bother! AHaHaHaHa! Hey, FREAK!” Hoime taps on Lycia’s knees rapidly like a bratty kid would. “We should punish the [High Gilded], especially her, or we’ll never get anywhere, anywhere at all, even with our precious Mother! Help, oh let Hoime help-help in offing that rockhead like the bosom work chums we are, pleeaaaaaaase!?”

“Begging from a ‘freak’? What happened to your pride, you miserable wretch?”

“HICK!?”

With a nervous turn, Hoime stares behind herself.

Straight at the shadowed creature held in a girl’s clutches.

(Wait, what did I do!?)

“… As… suitably demonstrated, this offer holds value high enough to be accepted. By losing all and being consigned to her Fate, even your deepest secrets can be kept if you command her to keep them.”

“I haven’t agreed! Nor do I like you stealing away my… release…!”

Lycia’s huffing begins, rejecting Fehr’s attempt at sealing the deal. Slow, but regular, breathing for an undead being signals bodily lusts that are no longer ignorable even when dulled.

“Isn’t your ‘release’ before you?”

“Huh!?”

Hoime squeaks from her slouching spot almost between Lycia’s legs, then rapidly kicks back from the ghoul.

“Release? This broken bunny…?”

“From this newly minted servant, we heard many tales of lusts imposed upon her body. It is imprudent to expect a guest to sate the needs of another guest, especially when the servants have appeared now to do so. Since she failed to please you last time, why not see if she can perform better with a retry?”

The music begins in full, now.

A mind-bending bravado of plucks and beats that compels one to reach for the fruit, and take it.

(H-Huh?)

“Oh? A… repeat tasting~?”

“That, that, that is… not what it sounded like I’d be doing!? AHaHaHa!”

Hoime cries aloud, refusing to let her sight leave unobserved the intensely leering Lycia.

“Duty is proved by doing with earnestness what one would not normally do for another otherwise.” Fehr pulls Adris up from the floor, restraining him to herself in an inoffensive manner.

“But, I don’t like women!”

“I don’t really either, you know~?”

(You like anything you can get your libido into, sis!)

“I HATE THIS! AGAIN!? IT.. LAST TIME WAS…!”

“Last time was so… violent, it’s true~?” Once forsaking letting Hoime live, Lycia now strokes the bunny’s captive ear with a much more enticing touch. “Are you saying that this fat bunny is going to… surrender and offer herself, with lovely exuberance~?”

Fehr’s nod sends Hoime to ripping at her collar again, though it’s of course useless.

“She will fulfill every last one of your desires, as instructed.”

“I’d rather she do it because she can’t help but want to? Or she’ll lose everything by not doing it, instead~? Oh, I’m not sure how to explain what I feel…?”

(Huh? Wait, that means Lycia is gonna be with her?)

Adris’ mind stays an unpleasantly blank, cloudy place, trying to grasp whats’ transpiring. He coughs once to intrude on the conversation, but finds he can’t speak when a hand creeps up to his neck.

[Do not interrupt this “bonding”.]

(Shit!?)

The command echoes along his bones, avoiding all that is outside to arrive at his brain.

What sounds like Fehr’s emotionless growl easily shifts into a series of whispered exaltations.

[Because of you, all is within my reach, my one, and only, guest. She must agree to you, and also to me, so that we may mutually benefit. So, for that purpose…]

“Ho, I enjoyed the work Miss Kitty did for me, but I’ll admit that I found our special time together… hmm, lacking, Bunny?”

“Ugh!”

“I don’t prefer women, but I do like a prey that knows where it feels good to touch, especially just the right things to whisper about!”

Lycia’s cooing starts, a sure sign that she’ll accept the replacement if the feedback is just right from her potential partner.

(Hoime will never give what’s good unless she’s motivated…)

[Continue to help me, please, my only guest, as you always have. I have no one else but you…]

The silent plea from the mute Fehr boils inside Adris, inflicting strange thoughts and contrary expectations.

(I have… no real choice, I guess?)

For the sake of Fehr, and revenge, Adris is faced with the quandary of how to “let go” of prior feelings for Lycia. The ghoul no longer bothers with him, staring intently at the prize at her feet and wondering how to best torment it.

That both would be “family” but not “belong to each other”…

(… Even without a choice, I’m more enticed than opposed? Watching Lycia chew on someone else should be hilarious and… um, hmmm?)

Adris catches himself licking his parched lips, an action which earns him a pat from his captor.

(Ah, my turn? Right, the fat ass listens to and fears only me. Why do I feel bad, though…?)

“It’s true, guests are the ones served, Hoime. How else do you intend to prove you’re finally sane and loyal?”

“I don’t, want to, though, not to displease you, mighty White Death, but, I need…!”

His dark voice thrown in causes Hoime to fall more into compliance, almost sufficient to suffice.

(I have needs, too, but…! Is the question of obedience really directed at me, or at…?)

Within this sexually charged atmosphere between four people, only loosely related by vengeance and circumstances, Adris has to get everything “just right”.

“If you’re going to do nothing but cry about it, I’m going to get cross with you?”

“Hiieee!”

The one useless component of release is being kicked at currently by a simmering Lycia.

(She has to be willing for exuberance to translate to Lycia’s enjoyment!)

Lycia is not a true monster. She inflicts depravities on others solely for flavor, preferably waiting for them to get into the mood before pouncing. For her to enjoy sex, it must have the right tone as well.

“Sis! It’s no good if someone feels like a slave, right?”

“… You, of all people, say something like that after the shit you pulled!?” Though she cracks back at him, Lycia swirls her wine glass with displeasure while staring down at the “offer”.

“Well, that… would be a principle of mine, I suppose? I don’t like slaves? I’m not supposed to be a romantic after what I do in the aftermath of fighting, but battle is battle, and this isn’t…?”

“Then offer her care, like maybe…?”

(Right, then she must want to! What does Hoime want, in return for degrading herself?)

A quick inspection always comes back to a lack of clothing.

The thought of clothing triggers a memory of a robe that he’s yet to see her with, despite how prominently it was a part of her dreamy image in the Castillo’s third tier.

“What happened to that robe with falling creatures and your floppy hat?”

“NNNNNGH!?”

At this question, the crazy mystic shakes uncontrollably!

“SHE STOLE ITTTTTTTTTTTT!

U~WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Hoime punches the ground with full knuckles, bawling so hard that tears rain!

“TEACHER’S GIFT…! SHE DRAGGED ME OUT OF IT… KICKED ME AROUND WHILE LAUGHING, AND THEN, AND THENNNN SHE SQUATTED ON MY FACE…!?”

“You’re going to make him misunderstand what happened if you act like this~!”

“YOU DID BAD THINGS TO MEEEEE!”

(Ah. Well, then that’s easy.)

“Sis, ‘whether kind or cruel, motivation is the true headman of a village’.”

“GIVE IT BACK! MY [THEY ALL FALL DOWN]!”

(Don’t give back anything that sounds that evil.)

“So… so, if she’s to be an assistant, she has to have value to earn to be valuable.”

Hoime perks up at this, regaining lost energy that Adris hopes will shortly be spent well.

“Hah, really, would I have to!? I wasn’t using it for anything important, it’s true…”

“SO GIVE IT—!”

“… except as raw materials for patching other magical clothing?”

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Hoime screeches so loudly that the Dandies stop playing until she ceases yowling.

“… my precious keepsake…”

“Well, nothing of its essential nature has been harmed yet, you know!? Just, the size of it…?”

(This is so annoying! Just give her a reason, so I can…!)

A reason to let go of Adris’ building lust…!

(This rabbit woman fears me the most! I did something to her, even if I don’t recall, so leverage that!)

“I’ll forgive you as well, Hoime, and promise never to darken your days again… unless you have come to enjoy yourself in my clutches?”

When Adris lifts hand imperiously, tilting his chin to—

“Pleaseallowmetoproperlyserviceyou, mistress.”

“H-Hold on!”

Hoime almost burrows between Lycia’s closed legs, prompting the ghoul to shriek and slap the mystic’s head.

“Get off!”

“GHK!”

A foot to Hoime’s face finally stops the attack, giving Adris a view of the soaked paradise he’s been stolen from.

“Why are you more scared of him than me!?”

(Let me back instead, then…!)

“This only forgives my brother’s debt, ya know!? It means nothing for me agreeing to anything you want, doll! What even do you want from me!?”

“… That is the easiest matter to finalize.”

To rise to Fehr’s open, outstretched hand, the solid floor flows upward like putty to then squirm outward into a human-like statue.

Fehr strokes the completed head of the hulking armor that is nearly her size, but carries twice the menace with its impression of battle prowess.

“You will bring one of the long-neglected Regalia to fighting condition…”

Suddenly, the Regalia is the less imposing figure.

Fehr’s tone becomes colder than night.

“… then lead the charge wearing it against the Maker’s inner sanctum, wiping out anything that gets in my way.”

(Hot and tight, and waiting just for—!

Wait, wait, what!?)

“Whoa! … Hey, hasn’t this one absolutely escaped her programmed constraints?”

“AhaHaHa! She’s a seven on the Čapek Scale, at least, yes!”

“… That bad, you think!? Shouldn’t we call for Subjugators?”

Conspiratorial whispers between the two red-faced Works women prompts the committed Fehr to flash her teeth and stamp the ground.

“Speak an understandable language at all times, property!”

“YES, YES, YES, SORRY!”

(Finally waking up to how dangerous she is, are you two!?)

There’s no shock felt by Adris, because he’s witnessed much more; but, Fehr’s goal and the lengths she’ll go to refocus him on his own.

(Does she know where his workshop is? She’s already making final plans? Invading it!? That’s fine, let’s do it!)

An invasion is drastic, but accomplishes the goal dramatically!

“I don’t fear Falke, but it’s not like I need more enemies! What possible enticement would I have to assassinate your creator!?” Lycia’s dismissal comes with a brief inspection of the accommodations.

“A private party doesn’t earn a mercenary.” The ghoul finally picks up a slice of raw meat, savoring the taste with her tongue before chewing. “You have nothing to offer that equals me putting myself on the line, you know~?”

“On the contrary, your acceptance is already guaranteed.”

“I’m getting dead sick of your attitude!”

(S-Shit, give her a good reason!)

“When you succeed in LIBERATING my Maker from his enemies, you will leave this place forever…”

“That’s an offer!? Amateurs…”

With a tap on its back, the recreated Regalia’s emblem on the front noisily shifts from a jackdaw clutching a violin to a giant falling star shooting across its chest.

“… encased within the protection of the Regalia that you are allowed to keep, forever.”

“GACK!?”

Adris’ sister succumbs to a brief convulsion, before coughing up the next piece of meat she artfully attempted to swallow. Throwing it into a napkin, she then quickly wipes her lips.

“… Ahem, such a… bare minimum sort of offer.”

“Huh, huh!?”

Lycia’s rebuttal is a lacking front, for the ghoul earns a shout by stroking the cringing captive’s torso with her feet.

The future reward reveals itself as pure aphrodisiac in effect!

(You’re ready to say yes with just one Regalia?)

“I won’t do something that crazy just for a marching piece of eastern iron, you know…?”

“A-A-Armaments!”

“Hmm!?”

Fehr’s return shout sends both women jolting, then the doll peers around her just-made knight to speak.

“Ahem, you will be permitted to keep its assigned armaments, a collection for the piece in question provided that’s tailored to its duties!”

“… Oh? A tempting sort of addition, but a Regalia needs lots of accessories, so how about—!”

“… and you will accept this as my last point, because this is no longer an offer.”

“Hoh!?”

From its waist, the fake Regalia shrilly pulls free its curved sword.

It allows it to descend to rest on the ground, pointed out toward Lycia.

“There are limits. You will NOT exceed them.”

Discordant plucking from the Dandies casts the whole room into a more nervous mood.

“Comply. Accept this… friendly ultimatum, or gain nothing and lose everything you witness.”

(That’s the way.)

At just the right moment, Fehr displays Kol’s charismatic good points.

She clings to the armor that poses no real threat to Lycia. Fingers lock under joints and sink to vulnerable connections.

(“Bring them up, then bring them down”.)

Rather than threatening her with the armor like an idiot would, Fehr readies to tear it to pieces instead. Already, its fine, shiny outer protection buckles with the squeezing pressure…

(“Give up something inconsequential to you, but draw the line when it’s finally time to protect the core victory. Be willing to sacrifice everything, even if it means nobody wins.” Pretty naive, still, but I like you when you’re feisty. Only after so much tutelage are you truly beautiful, Fehr.)

Beautiful enough to cause a ghoul to shake her head and shrug her shoulders. “Hah, you really are crazy.”

Lycia sips more of the wine that is so intoxicatingly fragrant that Adris can taste it from a distance, before waving off Fehr and laughing. “Hmph, okay, fine, let’s do it! I need experimental data, anyway! I’ll agree to a big loss in fighting a top-level Pillar, but only because my little brother seems to adore you.”

“… My guest, you mean.”

“Don’t push your luck! And, now, with the boring stuff out of the way, let’s start the main course~!”

(… Wait, if you’re having the dinner, then what am I eating?)

“Ugh…!”

“Come on, don’t look ill… it kills how I feel about not killing you.”

Lycia scoots to the edge of the bed, lounging seductively with an inviting opening of her legs. Her hand moves down to open the lips of what is on offer.

(Damn, that was what…!)

It’s finally starting to hit Adris in his gut, the nature of the niggling wrong darkening his own mood.

“… Uh… I… I guess…”

“Yes, you know what to do~? Don’t worry…”

“NNNNNGN!?”

The fat bunny quivers when Lycia strokes her inner ear! Such a sensitive place being touched is enough to start Hoime panting like the mistress she’s now required to please.

“Like the love I showed you when I cleaned you out on that interesting day, just let me feel that devotion now~?”

“Uuuhh…”

Hoime refrains from crying, edging her way closer to Lycia’s hidden slit.

(… This isn’t right…)

“HAH!? Yes, gentle, but diligent~! Keep going…!”

Adris listens to the start of this sordid encounter with a growing sense of dislike.

The smell of two women, half aggressive and half flirty, touching lips and tongue to delicate skin is agonizing. One is full of the fertility that his new senses refuse to stop noticing, strangely denied from him claiming.

And the second belongs to a sister who no longer looks to him for pleasure, casting her greedy sight downward. That gaze used to be upon him.

“You don’t like women or me, but aren’t you still excited!?”

“No, it’s just…”

Protesting against her job, Hoime is tepidly making those wet sounds of slurping that Adris could make far louder, much more pleasurably.

(That lying rabbit is turned on!)

Lycia’s rubbing hands egg her on faster! “Yes, flick harder…! Oh, yesss, you can do it, bunny!” Lycia scoots once more, letting her new servant rub closer. “There, lick right there! I’m starting to like, hnnn, you more, but not just yet…”

Lycia leans back into the pillows provided for her on the bed. Her exposed muffin has Hoime on her knees to follow after it.

“You’re warm and soft? Are you what men call ‘cuddly’?” Lycia pulls on the tips of Hoime’s ears, earning a yelp. “Soft ears, soft tongue, but you need to be firmer…!”

Licking his sister is causing the bunny’s butt to lift, and being brought face-first into Lycia’s lap requires Hoime to reach around to use the bedtop as support.

(That’s fine, too! Why am I wasting time watching…!?)

A plump pussy dances before Adris’ eyes, for the bunny’s lingerie has that gap right where the crotch covering would be. Leaking juices down her thighs, Hoime’s defenselessness stokes a primal urge within his heart and loins each time her hips sway.

Lycia’s like a madame enjoying private relief with a serving wench. So masculine with her capes, Adris wonders if the motivation in her thoughts is simply “Because I have authority over her, I can exercise the power that men have as the master!”

(I can fit myself into this act, it’s not too late!)

Hoime, the servant; Lycia, the mistress; Adris, the…?

(I’m the bunny’s trainer! I need to make her work harder!)

Finding his perfect “role” sets him forward, past the bulky Regalia and stretching out toward—!

“My needs are yours, my guest.”

“Gah!?”

His outstretched hand gets twisted up with a body, for he’s pulled into the embrace of a girl just about his own height and build.

It’s not sultry how close they are, no matter how their builds are suited. More like two novice dancers clumsily discovering who will lead, Adris’ duty to the gasping Lycia is sidelined by the quiet partner that studies him.

Slowly, she brings his hand down to her thin waist. Gentle of face, but fiercely staring, Fehr follows his gaze when he refuses to stop averting his eyes.

“Are you only interested in others, never me?”

“… What!?”

(I’m just trying to get to—! Ah…)

Because one hand stolen isn’t enough, Fehr’s next grab brings his other one to her small chest. Instinctively feeling what’s gifted to him to try out, his squeezing reveals a lacking amount of flesh, but a fiery body warmth.

(She shouldn’t feel warm. She’s not alive… right!?)

The warmth of life starts off a mental miscalculation, leaving him wondering what she would look like if he began to rip free the hateful uniform she wears.

“Do you…?”

Timidly, Fehr’s own hand reaches down to test further her impact.

“Hnn!?”

“Not want to steal me for yourself?”

Unlike Lycia’s touch, Fehr’s fingers are more worshipful than predatory while measuring the length that stretches his pants out.

“Me and you…!?”

“I am your servant. Shouldn’t that be enough?”

That bold statement isn’t as bold as the tap of her hand on his pants.

(Oh, no, no! She’s moving on me…!)

With a shocking betrayal by the flap covering his crotch, Adris’ cock is left waggling in the air upon bursting out. She moves delicate fingers to trap it in her grip, to test its hardness.

“Servants are here…”

“Here to…?”

Wisps seem to rise up around Fehr, a smokiness to the air like butterflies flitting around a garden.

“I am here to be… yours, if only you should request it.”

(Why now, when I’m so distracted!?)

Adris declared already to Fehr that there was supposed to be distance!

Now, though, her mature whispers are urging his hand at her breasts to be more aggressive. For his other at her waist to pull her tight, like he’s about to do, then perhaps lift her dress and feel a young leg that is likely flushing with growing maturity.

(She’s always been dipping into my thoughts, just not like this…)

At any other time it would be of no consequence to still his thoughts and make a certain choice. But those times are ones where the world that he can perceive isn’t dyed pink with the sensory-amplifying allure of a curse.

“If this form lacks…?”

(Lusting for one Rantil is enough!)

“Then, how about…?”

The delicate nobleness that exemplifies Fehr begins to change with the rush of material from the floor filling her out.

Adris’ hand upon her breasts squeezes the suppleness that’s added when Fehr gains more inches in height. Limbs become firmer with aged muscle, but it’s still an old temptation to want to lick them.

(… No… nononono…!)

Shining black hair falls to tickle his hand at her waist.

Instead of meeting each other easily, he must stare up into depthless eyes.

“Why is it bad if it’s a service only I am able, and… pleased… to provide…?”

A horrible aural nightmare, the same ever-composed, mysterious voice of his youth tickles his aching heart.

“Adris?”

(Don’t use my name like that, stop…!)

This ghost from his past leaning down to crowd him, wearing the same blue caftan smelling of preserving oils he gifted her with something like love, strokes his face and dredges up all manner of evil ghosts.

Burnt by the torch-like sun as they both always were, her skin was always unfairly prettier than his weathered touch. Unblemished despite the blemishes, her sinuous body even smells natural to preternatural senses!

(This isn’t allowed. Stop…!)

He’s crowded by this alluring fear, trying not to accept the feelings assaulting him, demanding the fire to rekindle!

“What I can do for you, because you are worthy, do you not want—?”

(IT’S EXACTLY BECAUSE I DO, BUT WON’T!)

“Ah!?”

An inch from kissing her, his hand between their lips launches Fehr off her feet.

“Don’t you, haah, haaaah… ‘ah’ me! Sneaky brat!”

(I DON’T WANT TO BETRAY HER MEMORY WITH A FAKE “HER”!)

Fehr stumbles into the statue that she created, flinching from the violence, while Adris’s knees shake with the struggle to stay standing after rejecting an outlet he was starting to surrender to.

“You’re not mine, and I do not steal… children like you from who they truly want, so back—!”

(LEAVE THE PAST ALONE!)

“OFF!”

The yell is a waste, because it only draws attention to the fact that his clumsy hands can’t manage to get the flap to hide his raging cock. Ripping up on it only causes it to crush a sensitive organ to himself.

(Shit, damn pants won’t stay closed if I’m erect! Mental tricks!? Do I have any left…!?)

Certainly, there’s no salvation in thinking of others.

Kol, Lycia, Ave, Still, all of their scents, tastes, and touches are fresh. Even of one who isn’t truly alive like they are, this missing member…

(Neesiette? Where are you!? Why are you with that chump!?)

The surroundings are starting to blur into a tornado of lights.

Sensual notes from musicians become the same as the raw taste of meat.

Moans from Lycia, ones he’s only heard when he was providing them, bring him back to that thought he had before. Of why she doesn’t fit in the same category that others do.

Adris finds he desperately wants to let go, to moan like she can.

(I don’t care if Lycia fucks someone else, because she’s just not trustworthy sexually in the first place…! It’s, just…!?)

Feverishness is removing balance, the sensations so cruel.

The air itself seems to stroke his rock-hard length.

(Just not right to do it while I’m not getting any! If I could be fucking her instead, then I’ll kick the madwoman aside and…!)

Coldness of a false domicile saps his energy while heightening his need.

He falls backward into…!

“… I’m sad that you don’t like me… master.”

“Huh!?”

(Master!?)

“I don’t dislike you…! You’re just, not…?” His discord and status demand he keep aloof, but his needs leave him almost rambling.

(Not “mine”! Shit, let me go, even if I don’t want you, you’re just making this worse!)

No longer taller than him, Fehr has resumed the form she imagined at the beginning of the day to service his plan.

“Despite having me nearby earlier, too, you chose to attack my friend Kol?”

“… Ah… that! That was not an attack…!”

(Why bring up my failures now!?)

“That idiot belongs to me! It’s not an attack!”

“Even when you pin her to a door, proceeding when she demanded to be let go?”

“A door, a wall, the floor, any place is fine if she wants it and I’ve got it!”

“‘Rejects me, but will take another, despite’…? Didn’t you commit what the harpies called ‘rape’?”

(I DON’T HAVE TO JUSTIFY MY ACTIONS TO YOU!)

“I won’t allow anyone to take what’s mine, even if Kol wants to go! I will make sure she remembers who she belongs to—!”

(Never forgets who she bound herself to… belongs with, even trying to get away…! I will—!)

“Ahaha! Lil bro… has gotten very bold after that night!?”

“No?”

“Declaring others… as belonging to you!? Ohhh, I want… to share this with… Still…!”

(… Ahhhh, Lycia…)

This voice should be too busy to have heard, but everyone Adris has met unfortunately picks out more than normal humans. Lycia’s smirking face reveals that she caught onto a fascinating secret slipping.

“Mmm, hah, I get shamed, but it’s okay when you don’t accept ‘no’…!?”

“I didn’t…! Fehr is misunderstanding…!”

(It’s not like that! What I really did with Kol, was keep her from getting roped in by…!)

It’s a naked feeling, being wrapped up with Fehr after this slips out.

Raw and pulling at his guts.

Everything that should be settled about Adris feels like it’s unwinding. If he’s going to be despised by one of the few females that respects him, all for…!

“Huh, don’t look so… scared, bro! That tunnel dog had it coming, right!?”

“… Right! No!?”

(Why are you agreeing with an evil guy?)

“What do you—!?”

“Save your shame for someone… who cares, Adris! I know you’re just a loving brat underneath…!” Rather than horrified at his actions, Lycia is staring with more hunger than before. “Don’t fret every feeling you have! I’ve met all kinds of women, and pure animals like that dog… are begging to be punished, so just hurt them! By Zaarin, you finally look honest, for once, it’s…!”

Lycia plants her legs around Hoime, grinding herself harder on the abused bunny’s mouth with plain zeal.

“Right! BE HONEST, BUNNY! More like this…!”

“… Nnngh!? Schlup… Sh-Shtop…!”

“I forgot that about your kinks, Tattletale. We ‘talked’ a bit while… I tasted you…! You’re a born masochist, YES…! Only feels it when…?”

Something rekindles inside the gyrating Lycia, that domineering hunter slowly creeping over the lady that was trying to softly coax some relief out of Hoime.

(… So you don’t care if I’m—?

AH!?)

“A large body does nothing, either?”

No longer appearing as Serras, the young-adult version of Fehr that appeared naked before Adris now cradles him to her modest breasts.

“So, it is me in the end that disappoints you?”

“You’re not bad! Very… appealing, it’s just, I just have no interest in you!”

“So… you do not…?”

Fehr’s fingers lodge at the base of his skull, vibrating a hidden question!

[COVET ME?]

“No!? I don’t covet you…”

[You do not seek me?]

“I only want four things in this place! I’ve reclaimed one, the rest are close…”

(Why would I want you!?)

[So, when you claim the last missing “possession”… you will not steal me from here when you depart?]

(How could you possibly want me so badly!? Did I take your heart!?)

It’s the wisp-like darkness whirling around the two of them that mystifies Adris the most. Pseudoprosopon should have no “darkness” of its own, but it’s increasing in thickness what joins to sensually stroke over them both.

A meeting of destructive, sexual implications and needs where none existed before!

(Wait, this girl started summoning this dark mist from the manse itself, ever since the overlook. This airborne corruption is what she stuffed into…?)

The yearning of its calls centers deeply on “having Adris”, but also a longing not to be touched by him!

(Stop… tempting me if you’re not…)

“I want nothing to do with you! Once… we fulfill your purpose, I will leave! Without you, or anything else. That’s my decision!”

His struggle to escape her arms is meaningless, but still he tries.

“All I want is—!”

[REVENGE?]

Fehr’s crushing embrace tightens to the fracture point!

(Hoooh… hoo!? She… she knows!?)

The smoke that rises from the cold-boiling floor entwines them enough for Adris to feel Fehr’s falsely beating heart transmitting feelings like a human’s.

An unseen internal device is the animus for this fake girl, one that feels genuinely inflamed by passion.

[… Over the astonishment of my brother, your pain and rage met something in me.]

(How…!?)

Adris cannot respond, only succumb to the final judgment forthcoming.

Fehr’s fingers are like needles pressing on his skin. Ready to pierce through to his soft inner skull.

[It was so… strong. Exactly like what I “felt”, it sang with an ugliness I couldn’t recognize until after I felt “pain” too. After I felt it, I… “touched” it.]

(I can’t say that I don’t want revenge, but I have no way of knowing what you truly feel…!)

[YOU STARED AT IT, WHAT MADE YOU “FEEL” THIS WAY, UNABLE TO TEAR YOUR EYES AWAY NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT HURT…

That you accepted it, made me… let “IT” in too.]

(Shit! She knows, she knows and I’ll be…!)

Fehr’s form crushes down on him now, that human need to maintain posture vanishing from consideration.

[IT COULDN’T BE IGNORED AFTER THAT. PLOTTING TO HURT IN RETURN, TO DRIVE TO RUIN, TO CLAIM RECOMPENSE AS THIS WORLD DEMANDS, THIS WAS ALL YOU COULD “FEEL”…]

Only the raw feelings that the manse’ architecture exudes grant legitimacy to Fehr’s claims. Nameless and ownerless until they begin to swirl around her, Fehr is quickly becoming “realer” by eating them up!

(Just like on the overlook, this evil place lost something to her that made Fehr “grow”! And now she understands me, what I want to do, that I’m trying to—!)

“Adris will die when she realizes she’s been fooled.”

That was always a losing condition, the last remaining sane part of him remembers.

[YOU WANT TO HURT…]

(Shit, Serras! I miscalculated…!)

[HER!]

(AH!?

… H-Huh?)

“… ‘Her’?”

[THE EVIL VILLAIN WHO FOOLED MY MAKER! YOU CAME TO DELIVER VENGEANCE TO HER!]

“…

Y-YES! JUST AS YOU SAY!”

The wrong pronoun loudly earns Adris’ agreement before understanding is bothered with.

[I… should be angry with you, since that thing was originally yours, AND YOU BEAR RESPONSIBILITY FOR ITS CRIMES—!]

(OUCH!?)

[—BUT!]

(But!?)

More crushing of his bones transforms into a gentle hug after Fehr makes a decision.

[… You activated me to perform my duty to save my Maker, if only for the purpose of delivering your revenge to this… thief that forgot her sole duty to obey you.

Just like my friend Kol once did. That an evil called ‘disobedience’ must be corrected was your lesson for today, yes?]

“A-Ah, of course! I knew you’d understand once you… grew mentally enough to comprehend the situation.”

“… I was being tested?”

Adris swiftly pats Fehr’s arm when the girl starts to speak again, trying not to linger by rubbing it lewdly.

“Kol was a test! To make sure you understood what true loyalty looks like, and how you have to resolve the situation yourself if others become disloyal, if they forget the rules! That you must exceed the rules to preserve them!”

“Thank you, then… for entrusting your needs to me, my only guest.”

A whisper comes with another pat from this weirdo, who rubs his neck in a friendly manner.

“It’s true, I needed ‘more humanity’ to do my work. Without your lessons, I would’ve walked into my own self-ruination. I comprehend that now.”

“Good! That means we can finish things.”

“I am… sorry for your own pains. Let us make your own ‘house’ right, too, after fixing mine.”

Upon offering her help, Fehr squeezes lightly.

(… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

IS SHE SERIOUS!?)

Outwardly calm,

inwardly losing his mind,

Adris thanks the naive gullibility of a girl who is scorned, for that is all that saves his life.

(This idiot thinks I’m trying to save Falke and get revenge on Neesiette!?)

Only now does the act of appearing “noble” pay off, of letting others appear as the villains in this act.

(Oh, this is sublime…! She feels bad for me!? Ahahaha!)

“… I am both content and not so that you do not desire me, though?”

“I don’t dislike you, I simply don’t…”

“I understand, differing ‘attractions’. But, for some reason… I feel…”

“Feel?”

“… ‘Freed’, too?”

Fehr sounds softer when pondering what that word.

“Perhaps that is what I needed, to be certain you weren’t intent on me? Now that I know, we may proceed.”

(Why free? How much of… her survived?)

“You are my guest, so I need… no, I want you to be pleased. In all ways.”

Fehr’s touch grows hotter, so hot that its’ like a lover’s wet mouth or claimed crevice!

(She’s begun the same attack!)

Through the swirling wisps of the manse’s own yearning desires, Fehr marches Adris slowly. Whispers and sighs come not from the room to be heard, but travel through his veins and arteries out from the connection growing between guest and servant!

“This one… hurt you, too, master.”

A fat butt with a bushy tail is just within reach.

Its plumpness cries out for punishment.

Around his cock, Fehr’s gentle stroking certifies that his hardness is peaked. Incapable of fitting more blood within his member, it’s like a hot iron rod ready to brand a dumb creature, except from within.

“Her fear… appears to be enticing?”

(… Right, she’s always been scared after last night, but what did I do!?)

Fehr’s hand is smoky, and when held over his to bring it to this bunny’s ass, their combined electrifying heat almost sparks on touching.

“NNNGH!?” The slave busy licking tries to withdraw her arms from the bed to bolt, but…!

“dOn’T yOu DaRe MoVe!”

“HIIIEEAAAh, haaah!?”

Fluffy ears are crushed, then sharp thumbs press into the tender pink flesh running up.

“Keep licking or I’ll fit you for ten earrings, MEAT!”

“UUUUUUUU—HH!”

A wild beauty invites Adris in with a sultry nod.

Glowing eyes don’t bind him, instead infect him with her inner berserk soul.

“Lil bro is finally serious, and I’m dying, again, hahn… to see him let go…!”

(… It’s fine if it’s someone else?)

In between licking her lips and swaying with the pleasure of her clit being sucked on, Lycia only bothers to blow a kiss at Adris.

“Hahaha… such a weird, crazy night…! Why not end it with a bang~?”

(I’m okay to join!? SIS SAYS IT’S FINE.)

“Is this enough? Do you need more?”

Three living creatures aren’t the only needy beings within this trapped room of savory delights and bird minstrels from hell.

Fehr cannot keep from crowding him, even as Adris prepares to grab onto the bouncing butt before him and inflict the punishment he’s been secretly aching to deliver since this mystic once lorded his own “boyhood” over him.

“If this… thing isn’t enough, I can bring others, master?”

(Who made me your master!? Stop tickling my cock like this…!)

An unheard alarm roars within Adris, almost drowned by the heartbeat of need.

“Lesser servants? We have them.

Do you like… black feathers more…?”

(There’s a catch! Don’t… fall for this, Adris!)

Fehr massages the underside of his crown, lining him up with Hoime’s butt and then striking it with the end like his cock is a baton.

“HICK!?”

“If it’s big bottoms… fleshy parts of living creatures, then…?

Might I offer the Fake Phira?”

(You’ll sell even her well-bred pussy!?)

“Would she be good? No?

… Not enough!? I can give more, so…”

(Why offer everything to me!? No, she’s not just offering… she’s tempting me!)

Seduction is an advanced art for conmen, precisely because one must either understand one’s own desires and master them, or have desires which effortlessly appeal to those who witness them unleashed!

Deep within the stench of needy bitches, at the moment of claiming an avenue for release, Fehr chose this time to appeal to Adris’ carnal fulfillment!

“What do you want, that will make you want to give back, master?”

(THERE IT IS!)

Along with this dark question, the depraved energies Fehr has been collecting crack into Adris’ psyche! She intentionally seeks to infect him with “feelings”, just as she did to her own brother.

Within his torrent of thoughts, they seamlessly add upon the flow.

(SHE WANTS SOMETHING! … AH!?)

“Try this out while you consider?”

A sopping hole that’s none-too tight is what Fehr gives, first!

“HOOOOGHH!?”

He doesn’t even have to guide himself, an impossible task in his overly excited state, because Fehr becomes a cradle for his body.

Adris grips firmly on the bucking bunny’s waist when he’s driven to the bottom of the mystic’s quim, enjoying the slopping sound of an effortless entry that Fehr provides the momentum for.

How Hoime squeals like a pig settles Adris’ heart, goading him into his reply to Fehr’s question!

“AH, AHHHH, FINE, THEN! I’ll take this…!

Tighten up, SHITTY RABBIT!”

He slaps hard on her right butt cheek, stealing the clench he’s looking for.

“YEESH! Schlup!”

Hot and wet she is, but Adris has never experienced such a loose, undignified passage!

(This is what happens… when you let donkeys like that rapist lover of yours split you open every day…! What a joke!)

Compared to the muscular Kol or unused Ave, or even the harlot kobold Echo that raped aspiring slayers, this intellectual find is a physical failure!

“Haaah! Lycia…! This rabbit bragged so fucking much in that moist hell up top… about herself and the way she’d make me feel good, but, you know she’s…!?

She’s actually worthless!”

“I recall that! Oooh, she barked the same story to me, too!”

(Did she!?)

“How worthless is my… ‘small dick’ now, you bunny-eared breeding pig!?”

“EERGH…! Schlup!

… s-schorry, it’s GOOOD!? SORRRRRY! I’m SORRY, PLEEASH!?”

“Too…!”

Harder he bounces off her flabby cheeks, enjoying the cushion right before he lays his palm across it again.

“HIGGU!”

“LATE! Tighten up, more!”

(Lycia was right! Some women are only—!)

“This bitch… is a sure pass for me! I was so very generous that day…! Free lessons on how… to lick my softest treasure!”

“NNGH!?”

Floppy ears produce a blue-and-gold trickle of Vigor when Lycia’s two thumbnails press in!

“Not… just… unskilled, you’re lazy!”

With obvious pain assailing her, Hoime twists in pleasure all the way down her body and starts to slam to meet Adris’ own thrusting.

(What a bitch!)

“She’s getting off, Lycia!?”

“Ungrateful traitor, us girls need attention! Nnngh, you don’t bother sucking, haaah, harder on it, with real love, until… after a male starts ramming your hole!?”

(I’m just happy said hole is now useful!)

It’s slick, if nothing else.

Lazy is what Hoime is at heart. It’s the reason she’s never trained herself.

(Serras had the moves…! Oh, but, Still has better ones, ahahaha!)

“You just keep… getting a newer, bigger dick to ram you each time you stop feeling the current one, don’t yah…!?”

Adris’ cry sends Hoime’s ass lifting and slamming back into his crotch, only confirming that she’s used to being a pure receiver of other’s efforts.

“Nnnngh!?”

“Not a scholar… a disloyal slut! But, I can…”

It’s useless to count on size with such a mismanaged trench. Adris alters his entry, aiming to scrape on the inner walls at the point he knows works best.

“MMMPH!?”

“Keep licking better… and I’ll keep… pounding there!”

“NNNnnn! Schlup!”

The crazed bunny grabs onto Lycia, to drown her face between the ghoul’s steamy legs!

“Hoooh!? Good, bro…! Keep… motivating…! Ahn…!”

“Anything for sis!”

Hoime’s shaking gets stronger, the throaty sounds of her pleasure as loud now as the sucking of saliva and juices.

To their credit, the two sadists edge off of the escalating violence when results manifest.

Lycia instead rubs Hoime’s ears at the base, while Adris feels up the inviting softness of her sides and around her flabby stomach.

(Ah, I feel like I’m finally connecting with Lycia spiritually!)

Both play off each other, trading lead on seducing Hoime.

When Adris launches into rapid pistons, Lycia whispers…

“Good bunny, take it all in! When he finishes, you might… get a present… mmmm! One to show to Mother…!”

“NNNN!? Mmmmm…?”

“I’ll be… taking half the breeder’s prize! Hahaha!”

(They’re mad… about offspring! What a mood killer, right when I want to blow…!)

When that thought tires Adris’ soul for a moment, he slows his pistoning to scowl at Hoime…

“I won’t bother… knocking up a bitch that can’t even please my sister!”

“MMhMMM!?

HAHACK, yeeeessh, great mashtur, furniture will lick better, so, please…!

Schlup, schlup, schlup!”

This sends Hoime’s face rubbing against Lycia’s slit, tongue slurping with a thirst.

“AHH!?” Lycia’s back arches into the raised surface of the bed top, a naked feminine cry escaping from her finally from this surprise assault. “OOOH! YES! Yes, more! That’s the way!”

(I’d love to be sucking… on your tits, sis…)

But Adris has to settle for Fehr’s finger entering his mouth, temptingly stroking his tongue.

“Strong, loyal, generous, righteous, my perfect guest…”

Clinging to him the whole time, she’s never stopped trying to infect him with either this strange magic she manipulates or the whispers of chaotic worship she sings.

The cloud of temptation she absorbs from the manse’ walls encircles them all, weaving a pink dream world that only the floating, twirling Dandies on the outside signal the boundary of.

Appendages from all around seem to reach out to stroke and pet them, desperate to join in on their orgiastic joining but lacking the sexual tools necessary.

[… I will give everything to you, so give everything to me…]

(Sure… what do you want!?

I am the “false god of fulfilling dreams”!)

Adris allows himself to appear more soul-bound than he is, to float along with Fehr’s touches while preparing Hoime’s empty womb to receive his final gift to a slave.

Once the property becomes someone else’s, Adris will be freed from the curse that she represents.

[… I beg you, then…

… Not just saving my Maker, let me also preserve…

… at my side…!]

(Tell me! No promises, but I’ll try to… give you a gift, too!)

“Just… about time… sis…!”

“Oh!? Gonna give up so soon, lil bro!?”

More ecstatic than he’d anticipated her being, the readying act of marking Hoime inside causes his sister to start cooing at the rabbit mystic.

“You’re getting it… what belongs inside me!”

“HIIIIIIIIIIIIGHU!?!?!?”

A set of tiny holes puncture into Hoime’s ears, with Lycia’s claws left in them!

“Hnngh, if I don’t get it, then you will, with love…!”

(S-SHIT!?)

“LICK ME… WITH MORE… LOVE…

THAN HE GIVES A WRETCHED SLUT LIKE YOU… OR I’LL

AB-

SO-

LUTELY…!”

The sight of Vigor drives Lycia mad, her face flush with neediness that comes along with extreme sadism.

“HHNNNGH!? HHHHHIIIIIII!”

“HOOH! Sis, calm down!”

(Damn, you’re making her tighten up! It’s no… big deal…! After all…!)

“LOOK AT ME, SIS!”

“Y-Yessss!?”

The shocked ghoul stares hard at him, caught unready by his demand.

Instead of dominating like a hardened mistress, she’s glowing with a loose presence of a female creature lost to pleasure. Entirely overtaken by lust and jealousy.

Honest like Adris is, only because she’s being given what she longs for.

(FUCK YOU’RE HOT!)

“SIS! I’m… I’m not about… this slut…! I’m thinking about… packing your tight slit white, instead…!”

“… AH!? AHHH!?”

Lycia’s head tilts back from a jolt running through Adris to her. The shock of his assertion makes Hoime go wild. Affection leaves her pupils edging up, rolling around with confusion until she smiles and begins laughing.

“AHAHAHA! GOOD! I… LIKE THAT!

A-ADRIS, CUM INSIDE ‘ME’, THEN…! I NEED… TO…!

FEEL…!”

(I love fucking you, too! S-Shit, I’m… CUMMING!)

Two siblings torn apart, manage to bond when sharing a quaking sow between them.

Adris’ white cream splurts hard as deeply as he can deliver it into Hoime’s loose hole, eagerly gulped by walls which spring to action with her clenching muscles.

(S-SHIT! WHY AM I SO THICK!?)

The gooey mess seems to never end or escape.

It just keeps being added into the depths of the self-proclaimed genius bunny that is now quaking like a newborn calf. Though he’s loose in his own pleasure, it falls upon Adris to keep Hoime’s butt clenched and not collapsing forward.

While she uselessly steals his generous seed, it’s fine if he imagines Lycia getting it instead.

(Ahhh, it’s so relaxing… to abuse this woman! Did I lose out on a useful stress reliever by giving up on her!?)

Hoime still manages to keep licking, drowning in the musk of an undead goddess’ approaching orgasm.

“There, there, yeeesss, lick ni-nicely…! Be nice, and after, I’ll be nice to you…!”

“Schlup! Yessssssh~…!”

“Keep, hngh, teasing me…! I’ll tease you back, clean out… the bad semen…! Just, help me finish…!”

Not going off at the same time leaves Lycia with one hand on the rabbit’s head to force her face against the ghoul’s sweet lips, and the other hand furiously rubbing her throbbing clit.

Hoime can only whine from the pounding orgasm rolling through her part-beastly body, left to be the finisher for what was started with Adris’ big sister alone, because he has stopped thrusting to enjoy panting.

[Virile, strong, selfless, conquering, truly… handsome…!]

(That’s me~! I’m, however, completely through…)

Stuck in the white afterglow, Adris collapses against the soft pillar behind him.

Its creeping corruption completes the praises that tickle his insides through vibrations and leave him wondering how to fulfill what is required of him.

These praises are what bolstered him, inflamed his libido, while having sex for the first time with…

(Oh, was that the first time… I fucked a woman I didn’t like?)

Unlike with Echo, there was little attachment by circumstance or mutual kinship.

Now that his tormentor from that fateful first nightmarish fight has been reduced to a begging outlet for his lust, the burning hatred cools.

(Well, I at least hate this bunny a little less, now?)

[All these qualities, all at once. You’re… my perfect guest.]

Jealousy is a female trait.

Fehr holds him tighter when he doesn’t respond. Her silent tone grows terse.

[You are mine, now… right?]

“… Yeah, of course…”

[Yes? Good! Always mine, because we’re closer than all others, for we want the same revenge. Then… you’ll give me the only thing I truly want in return for more… favors, correct?]

“… Sure, just because it’s you, Fehr…”

(Oh, Fehr, I may not desire your “body”, but… I find the sexiest thing about tonight to definitely be you…)

At his “weakest” moment, the supportive presence that he’s been instructing chooses its perfect opportunity to “corrupt” him like it did the naive wastrel called Fehl.

Only, the target that Fehr seeks to corrupt with her vivid emotional bondage is…?

(How do you corrupt a man that exists to strike at the corruption of others~?)

[When this is all finished, and before you leave my sight forever, I want… the one that I’ve… come to love…

Please, let him… my… brother remain where you once stood…]

This is probably the first time Fehr has spoken from what Xin poet’s would call “the temple of one’s heart”.

Even Adris is shocked by how her arms darkly glow to his aura senses, flashing wildly like a fire betraying its purest desire before diminishing from scrutiny.

[PLEASE…!

Just this one, tiny thing.]

(The very fact that my student, hah, is trying to use me like a tool to gain something!? I want to cum just from experiencing this!)

Adris tiredly brings Fehr’s hand to his lips, to give the back of it a much-too generous kiss.

“…!

Ah!?”

Fehr’s body shakes for a moment, growing warmer and looser.

(Ooooh, too affectionate, maybe? Hmmm, right, I’m supposed to be the one being corrupted…?)

When the darkness winding around Adris settles into Fehr after sampling his body, it unfortunately amplifies its potency, now carrying the allure of…

“Count on it, then!

With the infinite power of the black cross, it should be possible to make him as real as you are, Fehr.”

“… Ah… ahhh, thank you, master! Thank you…”

(As if!

IDIOT!)

The first linguistic trap is laid, one which requires Fehr to be real for his “gift” to manifest.

(We didn’t make an Oath, either! I merely presented a hypothetical outcome! Ahahaha!)

There’s also no black cross present to swear to, a necessary component during every previous Oath.

(It’s not backing out if I never really agreed! I probably can’t do what you want, anyway~! Hah, I’m so cunning?)

Cunning, perhaps handsome, and now permitted to indulge in the smoky bedroom full of depraved music and bodily fluids.

The bunny he’s still lodged inside of is, if nothing else, comfortable.

It’s important, though, to not to fall for this thoroughly corrupted simulacrum that wants to aid in his revenge, even if she can grant him pleasant encounters like this.

(I can see the ending! The climax of a romantic encounter is always inspiring! And now that I know what Fehr can’t afford to lose…?)

They’ll never be closer than this, too.

Once Kol, Ave, and Still forsake the manse, he’ll win the [game] upon cornering Neesiette.

All that’s left for that is to gather the elements of Fehr’s plan, then let her spring it.

(Fehr has become my dagger! Soon, it will be time to “accidentally” plunge her into Falke’s back while aiming for Neesiette’s~!)

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