“It seems it’s finally my turn…”
With a sorrowful expression, as if she were about to ascend the execution platform, Mercurynande stood up from her seat.
Mercurynande was a beautiful girl with lustrous black hair and dark eyes. Though her hair and eyes were black, unlike Mai, who was of Eastern descent, her facial features were exotic with deep contours. Her attire, a mage’s robe, made it difficult to discern much else.
Stepping onto the platform, Mercurynande slowly undid the ties of her dark robe. With a soft rustle, the robe slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Beneath, she wore a form-fitting dark garment, reminiscent of the outfit Mai had worn during her time as the “Killing Doll.” Though the fabric was thicker than Mai’s leotard, it still clearly outlined her figure.
Mercurynande was said to be the same age as Esmeralda—thirteen—but her chest development seemed slightly more pronounced. Her face flushed crimson as she averted her gaze from me.
Unlike Mai’s leotard, which had been stitched shut to prevent removal, Mercurynande’s outfit appeared to separate at the waist. After some fumbling, she parted the fabric, revealing her toned abdomen.
“Any further, and you’ll see my… unsightly secret… Could we stop here?”
“Stop putting on airs, Mercurynade! Just strip already!” Swanhild snapped, clearly still holding a grudge over the earlier “Incompetent Princess” remark.
“Mercurynade, if there’s something wrong with your body, Hal-sama, our skilled Healing Mage, must examine you,” Edele interjected, leaving Mercurynande with no choice.
“…I have no choice…”
Trembling, Mercurynade slowly removed her dark top. As her abdomen was fully exposed, the contours of her ribs became visible. Just when I expected to see her chest, the breast pads slipped out, revealing her secret—her chest was as flat as Beatrice’s.
Beatrice openly sneered, while Miralca struggled to suppress a laugh. Had Esmeralda been present, she likely would have reacted the same. While most of the “Princess Harem” Party Members shared this amusement, some flat-chested girls seemed delighted to find a kindred spirit.
“My secret is out… I want to die…” Mercurynade muttered in despair. In a fit of frustration, she roughly discarded her top, baring her slender upper body. Though her chest was disappointingly flat, her delicate frame evoked a protective instinct. Notably, Sophie, the resident female anatomy enthusiast, nodded approvingly, as if finding something appealing.
Now fully resigned, Mercurynade stripped off her bottoms just as aggressively, leaving herself completely naked. She turned away from me and assumed the slave “Quality Check” posture.
Mercurynade, descended from a Dark Archmage of the Demon Lord Army, had aspired to be a mage. Unlike Elise, whose ample chest and slightly parted labia were influenced by her latent “Sealed Priestess” magic, Mercurynade’s body showed almost no breast development. Yet, her fragile form still stirred a desire to protect her—though she seemed to view it as a shame.
“Lady Edele, please… have mercy…” Mercurynade pleaded tearfully. Edele approached with a wry smile.
“Mercurynade, your lie warrants punishment. Now, let Edele examine you,” Swanhild interjected again, clearly relishing the opportunity to retaliate.
Edele began with Mercurynade’s temples, confirming the absence of any horn remnants, then kissed her forehead—just as she had with Esmeralda.
“…Lady Edele! Don’t rub my chest! Don’t pinch my nipples—ahhh!!” Mercurynade shrieked as Edele’s hands moved downward, thoroughly inspecting her small breasts. Her cheeks burned, her chest flushed, and her tiny nipples stiffened to the point of almost dripping.
“No abnormalities here. Next, the virginity check—spread your legs wide.”
“Lady Edele, please spare me this! I swear I’m a virgin and free of disease!”
“No exceptions, Mercurynade. Beatrice and Esmeralda would complain otherwise. You understand, don’t you?”
“…I do, but I don’t—ahh! Nooo!!” Edele forced her legs apart and knelt to examine her crotch. A few stray curls mixed with baby hairs around her slit. Though her outer lips were closed, her swollen clitoral hood peeked out slightly.
“Forgive me, Mercurynade.”
“Don’t—ahhh! Not there!!” Edele expertly parted her labia, inspecting her vaginal opening. “Confirmed virgin. Hal-sama, no issues.”
“Thank you, Mercurynade and Edele. Mercurynade, you’ve passed inspection flawlessly,” I declared.
Tirna, waiting for my signal, wrapped a towel around Mercurynade, who then fled to the bathroom in tears.
Next, Esmeralda entered, now dressed in a pristine gown, and took her seat.
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“Am I last?… While I welcome Edele’s touch, the audience is bothersome,” Miralca remarked as she stood, the eldest of the group, and strode confidently to the platform.
Her silver hair cascaded like moonlight down to her waist. Her sharp, ruler-red eyes glistened—perhaps with emotion for Edele. Her dress mimicked human nobility’s fashion, though in muted tones, with a slit where a tail might have been.
“Let’s begin.” She undid her sleeves, then the buttons at her chest. Gripping her skirt, she slowly lifted it, revealing crimson shoes and black stockings that hugged her slender legs. The stockings, laced with geometric patterns, were held up by garters.
“Miralca! What’s with those flashy undergarments?!” Esmeralda complained.
“A lady’s refinement,” Miralca replied, smirking.
“Demons are supposed to be austere…” Beatrice sighed.
“Which is why you two are still children. Mature women appreciate lingerie.”
“Ugh…” The younger girls sulked as Miralca discarded her dress, leaving only her black bra and garter belt. She cupped her silver hair, letting it spill down her back, and locked eyes with Edele.
Her breasts, though modest, formed a perfect silhouette—no padding needed.
“…For you, Lady Edele.” Blushing, she slid the bra straps down, then unhooked it, letting her pink-nippled cones spring free. Her youthful chest, still developing, bore a delicate, almost ethereal beauty.
She then removed her stockings, baring smooth thighs, before finally shedding her panties, though she kept her privates hidden with her arms. Without missing a beat, she assumed the “Quality Check” pose.
“Time for the examination.”
“Lady Edele…”
“Fangs—normal. Buttocks—firm. No tail remnants.” Edele’s hands roamed lower.
“Ah… your hands… inside my… ahhn!” Miralca moaned as Edele’s fingers explored her folds, now glistening with arousal.
“Final step.” Miralca obediently spread her legs, her swollen clitoris peeking out. Edele parted her slick lips, confirming her hymen.
“Hal-sama, Miralca is a virgin without issue.”
“Thank you, Miralca, Edele. Inspection concluded.”
As I announced the end, Miralca wrapped herself in a towel but clung to Edele’s hand—clearly planning a shared bath as a reward.
That night, the former demon girls slept nestled in Edele’s bed. Meanwhile, Swanhild’s unpopularity remained pitiable.
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The next morning, after breakfast, I gathered the girls at the mansion’s entrance, accompanied by Swanhild and Edele.
“What are your plans for us?” Miralca asked nervously on behalf of the group.
“Honestly, I’d like to keep you here, but Swanhild and Edele insist on rescuing more demon girls. Space is limited, so I’ll entrust you to a reputable abbey. You may visit whenever you wish—but study hard.”
“Yes, Hal-sama!” they chorused.
We boarded a carriage bound for St. Agnes Abbey, a prestigious institution in the Imperial Capital Granza’s Asgard Holy Church district. Founded in honor of Saint Agnes Sharn, who vehemently condemned pedophilia and lolicon, the abbey was now a sanctuary for girls’ education.
Its current head, Abbess Kannanna, was a trusted acquaintance of Lester the Cleric from my past life.
Thus, the first wave of demon girl rescues reached a tentative conclusion. Swanhild and Edele, however, continued their missions, steadily bringing more girls to safety.
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Thank you for reading.
Episode 25.5 “Swanhild III” is now complete.
Tomorrow night, November 11 at midnight, Episode 25.5 “Swanhild III” — *”We’re TUEEEE~n, but the Demon Lord’s Four Heavenly Kings’ Daughters Are a Bunch of Rude Troublemakers”* — will be posted in full.
Note: The “split post” and “full post” versions contain identical content.
