Chapter 7: The Shameless Mother in Her Daughter’s Uniform

After repelling the Demon Lord's army, I returned to the Teman Palace, but an ominous vibe kept me from going back to the guest room I was being lent. The voices of the three succubus girls were echoing down the hallway.

‘Nord-sama is so incredibly strong!’

‘He's super strict, but it was all for our sake.’

‘I knew he was a good person from the very beginning!’

What's worse, their voices didn't have that sharp, thorny edge they used to have. No, they sounded distinctly... receptive. Like females in heat!

In moments like this, my intuition was almost never wrong. Realizing it was far too dangerous to casually walk back into my room, I turned around to find Vermilia and ask if there was an alternative place for me to sleep.

But as I hurried down the corridor, Roxelana approached from the opposite direction. It was as if the word sensual had taken human form and decided to go for a stroll. She looked absolutely nothing like a grieving widow who had already given birth to a daughter as old as Vermilia.

"Is something the matter?" Roxelana asked the moment our eyes met, likely noticing the troubled look on my face.

"Ah..." I sighed. I decided to frankly lay out my predicament to her.

"My goodness, those girls..." Roxelana chuckled softly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I shall have to give them a stern talking-to later."

"I would highly appreciate that."

"Until they return to their quarters, would you care to spend some time in my room instead? I would also like to discuss our plans for the future..."

Because Roxelana wasn't one of the main heroines in Rising Hero, there was very little information about her. She did have a single CG alongside Vermilia in the game, but the player base mostly just referred to her as the 'Iemoto'—the Grandmistress of succubi.

When she had first tried to sneak into my bed for a reverse night-visit, I had sent her packing, assuming it was a honey trap. However, her appearance was completely to my taste, and I had several burning questions of my own. If it was just to talk, I figured there was no harm in accepting her offer.

Yes, I desperately needed to know if there was a safe way to suppress the rampant, predator-like libidos of the game's main heroines!

"Oh... This room is surprisingly tasteful," I remarked as we entered.

"Heh. Did you expect something a bit more garish, Nord-sama?" Roxelana teased.

While the youthful, radiant smiles of girls like Elise were wonderful, there was something utterly irresistible about the way the corners of Roxelana’s lips curled up—a quiet, sophisticated smile that belonged in a classical painting.

They say older is wiser, and conversing with Roxelana felt so incredibly natural and relaxing that it felt as though I was speaking to the elegant hostess of an ultra-exclusive lounge I had been taken to once in my previous life. The room was bathed in the warm, ambient glow of indirect lighting, and the dark wood tones combined with the sophisticated grey fabrics only heightened that high-class lounge atmosphere.

The only difference was that this 'hostess'—or rather, the Grandmistress herself—was sitting directly across from me on the opposite sofa, separated by a low coffee table.

Honestly, a healthy relationship between a man and a woman requires a proper sense of distance. The heroines in Rising Hero are just completely bugged out!

"First, I must express my deepest gratitude to you, Nord-sama. Thank you for saving us. The entire Succubus Territory is in your debt, and we shall repay you in full."

"Don't make me repeat myself. I... Actually, there is one thing I would like to ask you."

"Of course, anything..."

Figuring that as the chief of the succubi, Roxelana might possess some ancient wisdom on how to curb a girl's sexual urges, I posed the question to her.

"My, you certainly are a popular man, aren't you?" she smiled.

"I won't deny it..."

"Unfortunately, we succubi are not particularly well-versed in the art of suppressing desire," Roxelana murmured. "We excel far more at fueling it. But perhaps... have you tried acting in a way that would normally turn a woman off?"

"I've tried that too. But somehow, it always backfires."

Right now, I'm actually a little jealous of Kain Sope and his ability to naturally disgust girls...

"If I may, I also have a question for you. Would you mind?"

Is there any man alive who would refuse a question from a beauty like Roxelana? Absolutely not!

But her actual question was incredibly difficult to answer.

"For a hero of your caliber, Nord-sama, to refrain from laying a hand on Vermilia... is there perhaps a specific reason? ...Ah, forgive me. My tongue slipped. Everyone has their own burdens to bear in this life. It is terribly uncouth of me to pry."

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But given how long Roxelana had lived, it seemed she had already picked up on the subtle nuances of my predicament.

"Though she is quite reserved, even among our kind, her beauty is nothing short of breathtaking."

"You certainly speak highly of her."

"Of course. She is my pride and joy, after all."

Roxelana let out a soft, melodious giggle, and my resolve began to waver. As one of the main heroines of Rising Hero, Vermilia was indeed mind-blowingly gorgeous. And the gap between her being a succubus and her incredibly innocent, modest personality was an absolute killer. However, the moment I laid a hand on her, the game's corrective force would undoubtedly railroad me into a horrific death, just like in the original plot.

Yet, standing right in front of me was Roxelana, who possessed a mature allure that easily rivaled Vermilia's beauty.

"If you will excuse me for a moment," Roxelana said, rising from her seat. "I might have something that could be of use to you, Nord-sama."

"I appreciate it."

I knew I was asking for the impossible. Expecting to find a way to suppress libidos in what was essentially an eroge was fundamentally flawed. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude toward Roxelana for trying to help.

However, the moment she returned, I immediately wanted to take back my gratitude.

"You may laugh at me for being such a shameless mother..."

What on earth?!

"Are you surprised?" she murmured.

I desperately swallowed the gasp that nearly escaped my throat. "Do not misunderstand. I am not surprised. My eyes simply played tricks on me for a split second."

The woman who had been sitting across the coffee table from me was now sitting right beside me on my sofa, just like a lounge hostess. But she hadn't just moved seats. Roxelana was wearing the Hero Academy's highly scandalous uniform—the one that bared her midriff in a ridiculously provocative manner.

For a split second, the image of those two tank-obsessed sisters' mother flashed through my mind. Even for a succubus like Roxelana, wearing her daughter's school uniform must have been deeply embarrassing. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant crimson as she peered up at me through her long eyelashes. Is there any red-blooded male in this world who could remain sane under such a gaze? Absolutely not!

"Why on earth did you dress up like that to come back in here? What exactly are you plotting?"

"To conceive a child with you, Nord-sama. Naturally."

"I have told you countless times that even without doing such things, I will still liberate your people—"

"Mmh!"

Before I could finish, she caught me completely off guard, leaning in to seal my lips with hers.

"I can no longer hold back my feelings..." she whispered against my lips, her breath warm and sweet. "At first, I intended to support my daughter Vermilia’s love. But she is so incredibly clumsy that it was frustrating to watch. And as I watched you risk your very life to protect us, demanding absolutely nothing in return, I realized you had stolen my heart... You may use me as you would my daughter. I do not mind."

Dammit! While demanding her body felt a bit morally questionable, maybe I should have asked for financial compensation instead once the succubi's safety was secured.

But Nord had originally been the heir to a wealthy household, so he had never had any reason to demand money from others. Consequently, the automatic 'Nord-speak' translator didn't trigger any financial demands.

As I held my head in my hands, Roxelana clung to my arm, her touch soft and pleading as she continued.

"Indeed, you will save the succubi, Nord-sama. But that safety only lasts for as long as you are in this world... Eventually, you too will pass away, just like Redra did... Just once is all I ask. Please, leave me with a memory."

By 'memory,' you mean 'seed,' right?

The trauma of Inarsha and Nord's child, Nine, suddenly flashed through my mind, sending a shiver through my body. However, luckily for me, Roxelana was not a main heroine. This meant the likelihood of the game's corrective force acting to slaughter me was incredibly low.

If that was the case, rather than yielding to Vermilia's advances and triggering a bad end, wouldn't it be infinitely safer to let Roxelana handle my physical desires...?

Fortunately—or unfortunately—Nord’s character in the game was an absolute degenerate who loved women. In fact, he was the type to get off on stealing women from others, especially the main heroines Kain Sope showed interest in, using any dirty trick in the book.

If it meant avoiding the foolishness of touching a main heroine... I steeled my resolve.

"Your kind does not easily become pregnant immediately upon receiving seed, correct?"

"Yes..." she whispered, her eyes shining.

"Then swear one thing to me. Do not become pregnant while I am still alive. Once I am dead, you may do as you please."

"I understand. I shall cherish your seed for the rest of my days, and for generations to come, I will pass down the tale of your greatness to our child."

Well, that didn't work...

Pressed by a gorgeous succubus who looked to be in her early twenties, dressed in a Hero Academy school uniform, and carrying the ultimate "widow with a child" fetish, I had completely crumbled.

Telling myself that making a baby was also a form of saving lives, I wrapped my arm around Roxelana's waist and pulled her close.

She immediately leaned in, pressing her lips to mine.

After a gentle exchange of warmth, our lips parted. I stared down at her; her eyes were moist, and her cheeks were flushed a lovely pink.

"Heh. Even a succubus can be so innocent, it seems."

"You are terribly cruel, Nord-sama... to say such things after stealing my heart so completely."

This time, Roxelana pressed her lips to mine with a fierce, possessive hunger. Parting her lips, she ran her tongue along mine, prompting me to wrap my tongue around hers in return.

Squelch, chu, chuchu...

The wet, intimate sounds of our kissing echoed softly in the quiet room.

"Your saliva, Nord-sama... it is incredibly sweet..."

Staring up at me with melting, half-lidded eyes, the former wife made me feel a slight pang of guilt. However, as the aphrodisiac qualities of her succubus saliva began to take effect, my primal desires quickly took the wheel.

"I am the one who invited you, after all. You need only yield yourself to the gentle waves, Nord-sama..."

If I yielded to the temptation of Vermilia—an incredibly beautiful heroine whom anyone would fall for—my life would end. But sleeping with a woman who wasn't a main heroine wouldn't kill me.

With that reassurance, I found Roxelana’s heavy, devoted affection for me incredibly endearing.

Although it was the exact same Hero Academy uniform, the vibe was completely different from when teenagers like Elise wore it. Combined with her mature allure and the intense embarrassment of wearing her daughter's school uniform, the eroticism of the moment burst forth like a broken dam.

Taking my hand, Roxelana guided it toward her chest.

"Please, touch me. Feel how rapidly my heart is beating..."

As my fingers slid into her cleavage, I felt her radiating warmth and her frantic, pounding heartbeat. Regardless of whether her feelings for me were genuine, her excitement was literally palpable.

"Are you aroused?"

"Yes..." Roxelana whispered, her eyes damp with desire.

Moving my hand from her cleavage, she pressed my palm directly over the soft mound of her breast. My hand sank into a sensation that felt like the finest down comforter imaginable.

"Please, do with me as you wish, Nord-sama."

"Do you dare command me?"

Placing my index finger under her chin, I tilted her face upward. As my own pulse quickened, I slipped into my 'Nord-speak' voice to hide my embarrassment.

"My very life is in your hands, Nord-sama. I only beg of you... please look after Vermilia..."

Hearing her speak of her daughter only made me remember she was a mother, sending a surge of heat straight to my lower half.

"Mmh..."

Kissing her deeply, I squeezed her breast through her school blazer. She flinched, her body shivering. She was incredibly sensitive.

As I continued to caress her over the fabric, Roxelana reached down and guided my hand beneath the short hem of her blazer, silently begging for direct contact. The moment my fingers brushed against her bare skin, a jolt of electricity surged through my body. My fingers practically sank into her soft, yielding flesh.

"Ah... you're touching it... Your fingers are right on my sweet spot, Nord-sama... Ahhn!"

As Roxelana gasped at the sensation of my fingers, my lower body reacted instantly. Meanwhile, she reached down to stroke me through my trousers.

Since I was focusing entirely on her left side, she began unbuttoning her blazer, seemingly wanting me to caress both. Soon, she undid her blouse as well, revealing her smooth, flawless skin to my gaze.

Freed from their constraints, her bountiful breasts swayed enticingly.

Tch! In contrast to her freed chest, my trousers were getting tighter by the second.

As Roxelana began slipping her arms out of her blazer...

"Wait. Don't take it all off. Keep it on like that."

"Y-Yes..."

Though she looked slightly bewildered, I thoroughly enjoyed the aesthetic of her half-dressed state. After taking in the gorgeous view...

"They are the breasts of an older woman... but if you do not mind..."

"Heh. Don't make me laugh. You are currently wearing a school uniform. Therefore, you are no older woman."

"Thank you..."

Their shape, color, and remarkable softness... if there were a breast sommelier, they would have undoubtedly awarded her a gold medal.

"Please, allow me to soothe your raging passion."

Roxelana reached down to unbuckle my belt. Sliding down my underwear, she suddenly went dead silent.

"Eh?!"

Gulping hard, she whispered under her breath. "...It is far larger than his was..."

My massive cock was soon enveloped by the warmth of her maternal touch. Despite her shock, she didn't forget her duty, serving me with expert care.

Squeezing her lips around me, her long tongue coated me in saliva, dripping like water constantly falling from a stalactite in a cavern. I nearly groaned out loud from the sheer pleasure, but as I held it in, she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

When she finished, a surge of desire burst forth from my cock, but she swallowed every single drop without leaving a trace.

"To think you are so incredibly well-endowed..." she gasped, staring at me in absolute awe.

She actually swallowed all of that?!

Using a handkerchief, she wiped the stray hair and liquid from her lips with remarkably graceful, elegant movements. There was an air of dignity in her actions; despite the sheer lewdness of the act, she carried herself with the noble pride of a ruler who commanded the succubi.

"I have never tasted energy so rich and delicious..."

"Heh. Don't make me laugh. I won't be fooled so easily. I'm sure you whisper those exact same sweet words to every man you drain, don't you?"

"That is not true at all... Please, look at this."

Roxelana ran her fingers through her long, beautiful black hair.

"I see. So that's how it is."

"Yes... Your incredible energy has completely repaired the split ends I got from stress. And look at the luster. It is practically glowing."

Ah, yes... of course. Hair is a woman's life, after all.

This slightly airheaded older woman was systematically breaking down every single one of my sexual defenses. Wait, now that I look closely, is that a ring on her left ring finger...?

"Nord-sama... please... I can't take it anymore..."

Her eyes were so moist she looked on the verge of tears. Beneath her skirt, a steady stream of moisture was already dripping down her thighs.

As she slid her skirt down, I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Right below her navel, a mysterious crest glowed a vivid, fluorescent pink. The legendary crest of lust.

Completely bare beneath her uniform, Roxelana straddled my lap, preparing to lower herself onto me.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, supporting her weight.

To think such a fragile, delicate body had been holding the rebellious succubi together all this time...

"Mmh!"

Filled with a sudden rush of affection, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

"With Nord-sama... we are finally one... Mmh!"

As she lowered herself completely, we became one in both body and soul.

By the time we finished our tenth round, I had to stop to rehydrate.

If Roxelana actually ended up pregnant with my child, it would technically be Vermilia's half-sibling...

With post-coital clarity setting in, my rational brain began to panic at the absolute madness of what I had just done. But then, a soft sobbing sound echoed from the bed.

"I want your seed so badly, Nord-sama... Redra, forgive me. I have fallen utterly in love with a man far stronger than you..."

I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that...

What was done was done. All I could do now was try to fill the void of Roxelana's loneliness.

Quite literally.

"Are you tired, Roxelana?"

"N-No... If it is to receive your love, Nord-sama, I could go forever..."

Lying on the bed, Roxelana opened herself up to me once more. But just as I was about to slide back inside her, she whispered softly.

"As a succubus, I am deeply ashamed of my scandalous past with other men... though, of course, giving birth to Vermilia is my greatest joy..."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. I am simply far stronger and more dominant than they were."

"I wish I had met you so much sooner, Nord-sama. The moment your magnificent sword entered my womb, the seal of the lust crest that Redra had locked onto me instantly shattered... Truly, your incredible symbol is like a master key."

Eh? Now that she mentioned it, the shape of Roxelana's lust crest had indeed changed. The glowing pink characters had been rewritten, and the faded ink was now glowing with a brilliant, re-energized light.

Lying in my arms, Roxelana confessed her deepest thoughts.

"It is so hard, so incredibly large... Just being stirred by you, Nord-sama, has left my inner gates permanently unlocked... I have never felt anything like this in my entire life... My womb can no longer accept anyone but you."

Please... stop right there...

You're literally desecrating the memory of the deceased, and it's making me feel incredibly guilty.

"You foolish woman. Who do you think you are talking to? Prepare yourself, for I shall continue to hold you until you beg for mercy."

"Yes... I look forward to it."

Though Roxelana had drained me to my absolute limits, she eventually drifted off to sleep.

I had sensed a presence outside the door for a while now. It seemed Vermilia had been peeping through the keyhole, watching our entire encounter. I wasn't the type of degenerate who got aroused by being watched, but sleeping with her mother was the perfect way to shatter her illusions of me and plummet her affection levels.

‘Nord-sama is the absolute worst!’

By tomorrow, she would likely spit those exact words of disgust at me.

But even so, this was the only way for Vermilia and me to survive this world. Even if the main heroines end up hating me, I will survive and claim my dream of a peaceful, slow life!

────Vermilia’s Perspective

So that is how a man and a woman make love... how they make a baby.

I had gone to Nord-sama's room, but he wasn't there. Dejected, I was on my way back when I saw Nord-sama talking warmly with my mother before they entered her room together.

Though I knew peeping was in terrible taste, my concern for Nord-sama easily swept my guilt aside. I had never imagined that the coupling of a man and a woman could be so beautiful and yet so incredibly depraved.

And my mother's face... she looked so completely satisfied.

As the leader of the succubi, my mother never showed a hint of loneliness in public. But when she was alone, I had seen her weeping her heart out night after night. I'm sure the loss of my father, Demon Lord Redra, had left a permanent wound in her heart.

Yet there she was, cradled in Nord-sama's arms, finally freed from that crushing solitude.

To think that love could become such a heavy shackle...

I had not forgotten what happened when my sister, Crimsonia-oneesama, summoned my mother to the Council of Demon Lords.

"Hey, if you and I team up, the Crimson Demon Lord’s territory will be secure. Why stay alone forever? Why not join forces with me?"

To my absolute horror, Ron had actually hit on my mother, reaching out to touch her shoulder. That lizardman had already tried to hit on me, and when I brushed him off, he had the gall to sink his fangs into my mother as petty revenge... Or so I thought at the time.

"Back off, you swine," my mother had commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. "I am the consort of Demon Lord Redra. I am not a woman for a creature like you to touch. Know your place!"

"Huh?! A whore like you thinks she can look down on me when I was doing you a favor?! Fine, have it your way. You'll regret this."

"I am quite confident I shall forget a man with such a complete lack of delicacy in an instant."

Applause had erupted from the other lords attending the council. Everyone showered my mother with praise for her dignified, unbending stance.

While rumors claim that succubi sleep around with countless men, I can flatly deny that. Ever since my mother met my father, she has never lain with another soul.

So why did such rumors spread in the first place?

The reason is remarkably simple. A succubus's love is so incredibly deep, and her desires so intense, that she ends up draining the life force of her mate to the absolute dregs. Men stripped of their life force inevitably die young.

As a result, the widowed succubus is forced to seek a new partner.

────Nord’s Perspective

I had successfully saved Vermilia and the Succubus Territory from Ron's clutches, but my other goal had ended in a complete waste of effort...

I knew exactly what went wrong. I should have cast Charm on them first, and then commanded them to suppress their desires.

But there's a fundamental difference between the Charm used by succubi and the one I can use. After all, Charm is essentially a magic spell unique to their race. To replicate their exact effect, I'd have to get creative—like using my Fool's Mirror: Reflect to bounce their own Charm back at them. But that would require having a succubus around in the first place...

Take Vermilia back with me? No way in hell. That would just resurrect the death flag I worked so damn hard to break.

The Succubus Territory can defend itself now. I don't have time to idle here. I need to head out and check on Crimsonia immediately...

Just as I stepped out of my room carrying my packed suitcase, I bumped directly into Vermilia.

"Thanks for the hospitality," I said coolly. "I’m leaving today."

"Please, wait!" she cried.

"I believe I’ve fulfilled all my duties here, haven't I?"

Steeeling my heart, I glared at her. Just look at that agonizing expression on her face! There’s no doubt about it—her over-inflated affection meter must have taken a massive hit!

Wait... why does she look so sorrowful? Shouldn't she be looking at me like I'm a piece of literal garbage after sleeping with her mom?!

Despite my icy glare, she didn't take a single step back. Instead, she dropped an absolute bombshell.

"Nord-sama... why won't you make a baby with me too?"

I almost choked, but managed to maintain my stoic facade as she pressed on.

"Last night, I saw everything... I saw you making a baby with my mother."

I knew it! Well, I already suspected she was peeping, but hearing her casually confess to voyeurism to my face was incredibly embarrassing...

"I am a man who slept with your mother," I growled, trying to sound as heartless as possible. "And you still wish to lie with me?"

"Yes!" she replied instantly.

Wait, what?

"Nord-sama, you are such a kind, gentle person for making a baby with my widowed mother... I am so incredibly jealous of her for receiving your seed."

Wait, are you serious?!

It was then that I noticed a certain change in Vermilia. But I was absolutely not going to point it out. If I did, I’d end up sleeping with her right here. Moisture was dripping from between her thighs, hitting the floor like liquid slipping through filter paper.

I decided to take the initiative and dodge past her. But she immediately blocked my path. Every time I stepped left or right, she mirrored me like a pro basketball player playing tight defense. She had absolutely no intention of letting me leave.

My heart ached slightly, but I had to stay strong.

"My sleeping with Roxelana was a necessary evil to ensure your survival," I said coldly. "The seed I gave her should be more than enough. Do not expect me to work any harder than that."

Vermilia didn't say a word. She just shook her head slowly from side to side.

I had supposedly crossed the line from "jerk" straight into "absolute scum of the earth." So why was she pursuing me so relentlessly? A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

"Heh. Peeping on a private tryst like a true succubus. I am utterly speechless. But it's far too late for regrets! That's right! I'm a man who will lay hands on any woman who is willing. Did you actually think I was some knight in shining armor?"

Even if her affection was capped, this had to be the final straw. We would both survive. That was our best possible ending...

Convincing myself of this, I prepared to dash past her at godspeed when she spoke.

"You said you love women, Nord-sama. So why won't you make a baby with me? My mother, who has looked so melancholy ever since my father died, is practically floating around like a young maiden after your tryst!"

"What on earth are you talking about?!"

"Whenever I look at you, my body throbs with a fierce ache... I've never felt like this before in my entire life..."

Thud! Vermilia slammed her hand against the corridor wall. I had just been wall-slammed—kabedon'd!—leaving me with absolutely no escape route. While claiming it was her "heart," she was actively sliding her hands over her breasts and thighs... She was throbbing so much she was practically on the verge of pleasuring herself right there. I looked up at the ceiling and groaned.

"You're just confused!" I barked. "You're only aroused because you watched my tryst with your mother. It's temporary! Once you calm down, this madness will vanish!"

Right there in the middle of the hallway, Vermilia unzipped her uniform skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her highly scandalous succubus attire.

Wait, that's not her usual outfit. It was a ridiculously revealing, string-like costume. She pressed her massive, soft breasts directly against my chest, her cleavage practically begging for attention. The sheer volume of her overflowing chest was putting so much pressure on her blazer buttons that they were practically screaming. If those buttons popped, her entire scandalous costume would be laid bare! Hang in there, buttons!

Snap! My prayers went entirely unanswered as Vermilia's blazer buttons popped off, rolling uselessly on the floor. Her bountiful chest bounced enticingly... Wait, where the hell was her blouse?!

As I gasped, she cupped her underboob in her hands, offering them to me as if presenting a fine beverage.

"I saw you suckling on my mother’s breasts like a hungry newborn, Nord-sama."

My secret kinks were completely exposed to a teenage girl. I felt like I was being subjected to a literal public execution...

My calculated move to sleep with Roxelana, far from lowering Vermilia's affection, was only rapidly draining my own sanity meter.

Having no other choice, I shifted my strategy to lecturing her on proper courtship.

"Hold on! Making a baby is a process! You and I have barely even met. We must take our time, slowly deepening our bond as man and woman before we can even think of such a thing!"

"With all due respect, Nord-sama... you and my mother had also barely even met."

Bingo! Spot-on, she had me dead to rights...

"Do not be absurd! Roxelana already possesses prior experience with your father. Her experience points are deeper than the ocean!"

"I wish to gain experience points deeper than the ocean with you as well, Nord-sama. Won't you make a baby with me?"

This was bad. I flinched under her upturned gaze, letting my eyes wander downward only to be met with the breathtaking view of her cleavage, which immediately began to rouse my suppressed desires. But if I made the mistake of nodding, she would only press her advantage further.

"Heh. Don't make me laugh. If you think you can easily gain experience points deeper than the ocean, you are sorely mistaken. Go back and try again another day—"

"If I recall... my mother did something like this to you..."

With that, Vermilia lunged directly at my lower half. Her momentum easily surpassed that of a Wild Boar. If my crotch made contact with breasts of that caliber, I’d end up surrendering in an instant, raising a flag of white fluid instead of a white flag.

She began tugging at my clothes.

"Stop! I strictly forbid you from serving me in a place like this!"

No, this was hopeless... Vermilia, despite her pure, virgin-bitch aura, practically had giant hearts in her pupils. Realizing I had to sweep this dangerous situation under the rug, I practically dragged her into the room.

"Nord-sama, you’ve finally made up your mind! I'm so happy!"

"Hmph. Fine. I shall thoroughly discipline your insolent, virgin body. Prepare yourself!"

Taking absolute care not to hurt her, I shoved her onto the bed.

"Manifest! Ivy Hell: Green Hell!"

I instantly cast my magic, causing thick vines to erupt from beneath the bed. In the blink of an eye, they wrapped around her wrists and ankles, binding her securely to the mattress.

"Oh, so you enjoy this kind of play, Nord-sama? I’ll do my absolute best! ♡"

She was way too devoted! But no, that was completely wrong! I only did this so I could escape!

"I shall play with your body now, so close your eyes. Do not open them until I give you permission!"

"Y-Yes... ♡"

She is completely looking forward to this... I felt incredibly guilty about taking advantage of her pure, earnest nature, but if I slept with her, I would literally die.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Quietly slipping out of the room, I made my escape... only to be immediately confronted in the hallway.

"I have come to make a baby with you again today, Nord-sama!"

We literally just had ten rounds! Why are you already back?! Is the ruler of this territory really that free?!

I stared at the beaming, gorgeous Roxelana blocking my path, feeling nothing but pure, unadulterated dread.

To make matters infinitely worse, the room I had just fled began to violently shake. Turning around, I gasped as Vermilia, still completely bound to the bed, came sliding out of the room, dragging the entire wooden frame along with her.

I had overlooked a critical fact. Vermilia was a hybrid of a Succubus and an Ogre... Her raw physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary succubus—in fact, she was stronger than a Minotaur or an Orc!

"Nord-sama, let us make a baby."

As Vermilia closed in on me like an unstoppable brick wall, I stumbled backward, only for my back to hit another obstacle. Roxelana was right behind me, pushing me straight back into the room.

An unstoppable wall before me—namely Vermilia—and a predatory widow behind me—namely Roxelana—were closing the trap.

I had been in too much of a panic earlier to notice, but what on earth was Roxelana wearing?! A pink, ribbed vertical-knit sweater with a massive, gaping opening that exposed her entire cleavage and back...

"I wanted you to see my battle outfit... ah, excuse me, my nurse outfit, Nord-sama. Let me treat your swelling for you."

She was literally wearing a Virgin-Killing Nurse outfit. That's right—the Witch Nurse, a rare sub-class of the succubus race, wore a highly scandalous outfit like this.

"Your so-called healing isn't therapy! It’s literal lewdness!!"

Vermilia and Roxelana blinked, staring at each other in confusion. Perhaps they thought I was commenting on the technical difference between human and demon Heal spells, but that was completely missing the point. The act of them casting Heal was just fundamentally erotic!

"Please, pour your hot, concentrated seed into our eager wombs without holding back."

A mother-daughter tag team?!

Roxelana pulled up her ribbed sweater, revealing she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, while her other hand reached down to slide the thin string of Vermilia’s crotch fabric aside. Vermilia politely explained the situation to me.