1. Those Who Accompany Me for Dream Divination
I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, am currently staying in Schwerin, the former royal capital of the Former Yangus Kingdom Territory, which is Lilianna’s homeland, as part of the Second Expedition Trip. I have brought along my fiancée, Alicia, and twelve members of the Princess Harem party. It’s important to properly assert my relationship with Alicia, or she’ll get upset.
When Alicia and I were ennobled, my father, Dalos Raymond, interpreted our engagement as being off. However, it seems Alicia had already made arrangements regarding that.
Alicia seemed unconcerned before the Second Expedition Trip, but seeing me form new bonds with beautiful girls one after another during this journey, I can’t help but wonder if she’s become jealous.
The twelve party members are, starting with Vice-Captain Elise, Mai, Swan Hilda, Ly, Kirika, Tirna, Edele, Freya, Dietlinde, Lilianna, Shera, and Eria. Sophie, who temporarily left the Former Yver Duchy Territory, and Ilisha, who is under protective custody, are not included.
Furthermore, the Sex Spirit “Old Man Attack,” Holy Spirit Serena, is perched on my shoulder, and the current Count’s daughter, Safiya Brilia Von Collanda, has joined us, guided by a strange twist of fate.
Safiya is the only daughter of Alamia Korgio Von Collanda, the Ecclesiastical Count who temporarily governs the Former Yangus Kingdom Territory. She should have been an irreconcilable enemy of Lilianna, who was exiled from her country.
However, Safiya, despite being a Count’s daughter, was found near death under a bridge in the lower town’s canal, with a deep wound on her right side. And she was there not as a noble lady, but as the wanted phantom thief, Phantom Thief Le Vina☆Star. Apparently, Safiya, after falling asleep, was manipulated into disguising herself as Phantom Thief Le Vina☆Star and stole from corrupt merchants who had accumulated wealth unjustly, distributing the spoils to the poor, acting as a righteous thief.
We happened to discover her while gathering information in the Former Yangus Kingdom Territory. I healed her wound with “Healing Magic,” and Holy Spirit Serena purified the “evil influence,” returning her to normal. After further twists and turns, Safiya ended up serving Lilianna, whom she had secretly admired for a long time. The mysterious fortune-teller Astarotte is suspected as the cause of Safiya becoming Phantom Thief Le Vina☆Star.
Astarotte, the aforementioned individual, lives in a dilapidated mansion in the lower town with her grandson. Swan Hilda, who scouted the place, sensed something strange.
Furthermore, according to information obtained by Kirika, there is a group called the “Knights of the Azure Moon,” composed entirely of women, within the rebel forces led by Lilianna’s half-sister. We also received information that her half-sister, Yuliana, should no longer be alive, leaving us bewildered.
Our objective is to gather information and pave the way for Lilianna’s enthronement as Queen of the New Yangus Kingdom, but the path ahead is fraught with difficulties. For now, I intend to visit the mysterious fortune-teller Astarotte.
“Regarding Astarotte, I’ll go and have a reading done myself,” I said.
“Hal, isn’t that dangerous…?”
When I announced my intention to visit Astarotte, Alicia looked worried. Meanwhile, Elise and Lilianna watched with intrigued eyes.
“Well, it should be fine. She seems to be quite popular as a fortune-teller, so I doubt there will be moments without witnesses. And she’s just an old woman, isn’t she?”
“In that case, I’ll go with you.”
“Naturally, I will accompany you as well.”
“Thank you, Swan Hilda and Serena. The rest of you, please provide support.”
In response to Alicia’s concerns, Swan Hilda, who volunteered to escort me, and Holy Spirit Serena agreed to accompany me. Of course, Serena will remain invisible to avoid being seen by others.
“Hal-sama, Astarotte’s fortune-telling parlor is over there.”
Guided by Safiya, who had consulted her about three months ago, we arrived near the dilapidated mansion where Astarotte lived. The fortune-telling parlor was located in a corner of the lower town, across the River Leete by ferry. While the new town also had canals, we took a carriage this time because of the large number of people.
During the journey, Safiya was glued to Lilianna and Ly. Her admiration for the world-renowned beauties of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom seemed genuine. Meanwhile, Tirna’s distress at thinking she had lost Ly was endearing, as was Eria teasing her.
The old brick mansion was two stories high. The first floor was the shop or the space for fortune-telling, and the second floor was likely the living quarters. Upon opening the entrance door, we found a waiting room for customers seeking fortune-telling, and Astarotte was waiting in a room in the back.
Peeking inside from a distance, we saw potential customers gradually arriving. It wasn’t a crowded line like a popular store, but for a fortune-telling parlor, it seemed to be as busy as we had been informed beforehand.
“All right, I’m going in.”
Leaving most of the party members at a cafe with a view of the fortune-telling parlor, I headed towards it with Swan Hilda and Holy Spirit Serena.
“Hal-sama, I’m coming with you! Let’s go with the mindset of being on a sinking ship!”
Swan Hilda, walking behind me, made a rather foolish remark, but it’s best not to dwell on it.
“I am also here, so we are perfectly safe.”
Holy Spirit Serena, boasting with unfounded confidence, seemed to think we’d be fine. However, I worried about her transforming into “Old Man Sex Spirit” during negotiations. But since her opponent is an old woman, perhaps that’s reassuring. At that thought, Holy Spirit Serena turned invisible.
The atmosphere made us slightly uneasy… but we’ll somehow manage… probably.
The fortune-telling parlor in question looks like an ordinary house at first glance. There’s no sign, nor can you see inside. It’s just closed off by a gruff-looking, sturdy wooden door. Frankly, it’s intimidating for first-time visitors. Safiya also mentioned that someone she knew told her about it.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
“Excuse me. My name is Hal Raymond. Is this the residence of Astarotte, who practices fortune-telling? If so, could you please announce my arrival?”
*Click, creak.*
When I knocked and announced our visit, after a moment, the doorknob turned, and the old, poorly fitted door slowly opened, revealing a young man’s face. The young man’s complexion was pale and lacked vitality, with sunken cheeks, giving him a gloomy impression. He wasn’t the type I wanted to get close to, but perhaps it was stage makeup for someone living in the fortune-telling parlor.
“Hal Raymond, this is your first time, isn’t it? Please wait in that seat.”
As Swan Hilda and I resolved ourselves and entered the fortune-telling parlor, the slightly pale young man who had opened the door politely guided us. However, his accent was strange, or rather, his speech was faltering, as if he were simply reciting words. This young man must be Astarotte’s grandson, who lives with her.
Looking inside, as expected of a fortune-telling parlor, peculiar furnishings were placed everywhere. The entire interior was dimly lit with light-blocking curtains to create an atmosphere. The lighting was provided by candles made of animal fat in candelabra designed like mummified limbs of criminals, and a unique odor permeated the air. Our shadows danced with the flickering flames of the candles.
Occasionally, moths would fly into the candle flames and sizzle as they burned.
“What can I say… they’ve really put effort into the interior design.”
Did Safiya come here alone? I would refuse even if paid.
“Isn’t this more suspicious than the crap-filled office of my old man?”
Even though it was a waiting room, they were already focused on manipulating the image for customers. But to surpass the office of Gandalo, the current Demon King… Well, demons tend to be brute-force types, so maybe that’s to be expected.
“Still, just waiting here… gives me the creeps.”
“My nose is twitching again.”
At the same time, the moment we stepped into the fortune-telling parlor, I was overcome by a chilling sensation. Looking to the side, Swan Hilda was also twitching her nose, and Holy Spirit Serena, now invisible and dissolved into the atmosphere, seemed to be glaring at the young man.
“I feel like just being in this waiting room is enough for me.”
Our visit to Astarotte’s fortune-telling parlor this time is not directly related to Lilianna. However, from the perspective of Safiya, who has pledged allegiance to Lilianna, it couldn’t be ignored. This is because even Sophie, despite her extreme perversions, had her followers, but Lilianna’s influential figures had all met their end, leaving her too vulnerable.
Moreover, my intuition was telling me that we needed to figure out the cause behind Safiya’s abnormal state of unconsciously wandering and transforming into Phantom Thief Le Vina☆Star. What exactly happened at this fortune-telling parlor…
Suddenly, I noticed sweat beading on my palms. To dispel the unpleasant atmosphere, I tried to lighten the mood by saying I’d had enough, but Swan Hilda, sitting next to me, was restless as well.
Thinking about it, bringing Swan Hilda, a goddess, here might have been a bad premonition from the start. As for “Old Man Sex Spirit,” it was completely an afterthought. Well, “Old Man Sex Spirit” is also a collection of Holy Element Spirits created by the gods, so perhaps it could be useful.
However, “Old Man Sex Spirit,” who loves the breasts of beautiful girls, claimed that old women were outside of its jurisdiction… Even so, Holy Spirit Serena is a sacred being created by the gods to guide heroes. I believe she rightfully belongs with Albert Sandia, the hero of this era, and his Hero Party.
“Hal-sama, my intuition tells me this feels dangerous…”
Swan Hilda unconsciously reached for the short sword at her waist. She had borrowed it from Mai. While the Divine Sword she creates possesses immense power, it’s difficult to handle indoors. Still, it’s troubling that even Swan Hilda, a goddess, has a bad feeling about this.
“I also have a bad feeling.”
As a final touch, Holy Spirit Serena whispered a similar sentiment in my ear. All of us, feeling an overwhelming sense of unease, waited quietly, when the young man appeared again.
2. A Maiden’s Heart, Dream Divination, and More
“This way, please.”
After a short wait, the young man emerged from the back again, seemingly about to lead us to Astarotte’s divination room. The waiting room was right after the entrance, but as we proceeded down the corridor leading deeper inside, we reached the end and turned left through a door, which appeared to be the divination room. The young man politely knocked “knock, knock, knock” on the door and beckoned us in.
Naturally, Holy Spirit Serena is accompanying us invisibly… I think.
“I’ve brought the guests.”
Upon entering the divination room, the young man knelt respectfully.
“Salitori, thank you for your hard work. And to our guests, welcome. I am the fortune-teller Astarotte.”
Thus, we finally had the chance to meet Astarotte, the fortune-teller, and her grandson. By the way, the guidance counselor’s name is Salitori.
The divination room, like the waiting room we were just in, had its windows covered with light-blocking curtains. The light source was animal fat candles burning on candelabra shaped like skulls. There were five candles in total, forming a pentagram. In the center of the pentagram, a crystal ball the size of a skull sat on a pedestal with intricate carvings.
Whether it had some magical effect or was just a bluff, we couldn’t tell at this point, but most people would likely fall under Astarotte’s spell due to the unique atmosphere that continued from the waiting room.
Astarotte was an old woman, just as we’d been informed, sitting in an armchair. Her voice was hoarse, befitting an elder, and she exuded a languid aura.
Looking around the divination room, there was a writing desk and a chair along the wall, likely where she wrote talismans. The room was filled with shelves overflowing with suspicious items. There were spellbooks, ancient parchment, mineral specimens, animal bones, and jars of various sizes containing powders, pills, and colored liquids that emitted dangerous scents.
Salitori, who guided us here, stood motionless by the door, the only exit.
Meanwhile, Astarotte, the mistress of this divination room, was wearing a black hood that completely covered her head, making it impossible to see her face. However, as she stood up, I caught a glimpse of her face, which seemed deeply wrinkled. She appeared to be quite elderly.
“—So, why have you sought my divination~”
Astarotte stood up. She was surprisingly small, but considering her stooped posture, she was likely of average height. Then, Astarotte peered at Swan Hilda and me from behind her black veil and asked the purpose of our visit. Her gaze, as if seeing through everything, made both Swan Hilda and me flinch. She truly lived up to her title as a fortune-teller.
“Th-that is… We want to know whom our master will marry! Of course, including concubines and mistresses!”
Before I could even make a proper request, Swan Hilda shouted out the request about who I would marry. Come to think of it, just before we left, Elise had summoned me and I was surrounded by the women. They must have instructed her to make this request.
But what kind of request is this!
If I had been informed beforehand, I could have stopped it… Perhaps the women, considering that, gave her instructions just before departure?
“Oh!? You guys are…!”
Alicia and I are a recognized couple by my parents. So, I thought Alicia wouldn’t be involved, but perhaps she’s worried because the party members of “Princess Harem” are all beautiful girls. When I introduced myself to Count Collanda, I strongly emphasized my engagement.
On the other hand, the party members of “Princess Harem” are basically connected to me through “Slave Contract Magic” and “Resurrection Magic” with their side effects. However, this connection has an addictive or dependent quality towards me. For now, I thought it would be good if everyone got along, but perhaps they feared that if “Beth-chan’s” scheme succeeded and they scattered to their respective homelands, our relationship would weaken.
They are probably afraid of losing their connection with me…
Come to think of it, when we set out on the First Expedition Trip, those who remained behind when I returned were extremely desperate for me. Ly and Dietlinde, who had been resurrected by “Resurrection Magic” and had a high degree of dependence on me, were given dildos shaped like my penis, but they said that wasn’t enough.
This matter also needs to be dealt with urgently.
“There’s no helping it. This is the collective will of the women!”
Swan Hilda said defiantly. Even so, with her cheeks flushed and looking up at me, she was very cute. Swan Hilda, despite being a lower-ranking goddess, is a legitimate deity. Therefore, she couldn’t be bound by my mere “Slave Contract Magic.” In other words, my bond with Swan Hilda depends solely on her feelings… but this is the result.
“Is that so, is that so. The subtleties and future of relationships are a classic subject for divination~”
*Kish, kish, kishishishi.*
Astarotte gave a wry smile at our little three-act play. Salitori, standing rigidly, was unconcerned. Thanks to Swan Hilda, I’ve made quite a spectacle of myself, but it has brought up the issues lurking within our relationship.
“Ex-excuse me. First, let me see your palm~”
After she had her fill of laughter, Astarotte managed to regain her composure and said she wanted to examine my palm.
“Swan Hilda… you two, you’ll be punished later.”
“Hal-sama, that’s too cruel! I-I was just told to say it!!”
After uttering a parting shot, I reluctantly spread both my palms, turning them over, to allow Astarotte to read my palm. For a fleeting moment, Astarotte reached out her hands, which were hidden by her black hood, to take my hands, and I thought I saw incredibly beautiful and cute hands. Personally, I wouldn’t be happy being touched by an old woman of unknown origin. Surely, the youthful hands I saw earlier were just my imagination.
“Oh my… you have a rare palm~”
Astarotte, examining my palm, feigned surprise, but this was likely acting or part of the show. Still, those hands I glimpsed earlier linger in my mind. They didn’t look like the wrinkled hands of an old woman, but rather like the fresh hands of a young maiden.
“My palm is rare!?”
For now, I decided to retort to Astarotte’s rude remark.
“That’s right. Hohoho… indeed, it is a rare palm.”
“What’s rare about it! What!!”
“In your palm…”
“W-what is it!”
“There is a phase of woman trouble.”
“What!?”
“I knew it!”
Swan Hilda, standing next to me, softly agreed.
“N-no way…”
“Around you… are there many young women gathered?”
“Ugh…”
“These intricately intertwined lines… In our profession, we call this the ‘Harem Phase.’ This young lady here is also worried about whom she will end up with… Well then, let me divine it with my dream divination~”
*Hohoh, hoh, hoh, hoh.*
“Hanapa, Ronika, Dazara, Zonia… —”
Astarotte laughed merrily, then approached the crystal ball placed in the center of the divination room and began muttering what sounded like a malevolent ritualistic chant. Unfortunately, even drawing on all my past life knowledge, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. It’s likely that the words had no meaning and were merely for show.
*Booh, booh, booooh… Yuraraaaah~~, Pikachu!*
Then, several faint points of light appeared inside the crystal ball! The lights flickered, converged in the center of the ball, flashed for a moment… and disappeared.
It seemed this task was completed. Astarotte slowly walked to the writing desk placed at the side of the divination room and sat down.
“I am getting old… to have my magic drained like this… —”
Sitting on the chair, Astarotte massaged her hip, appearing exhausted. She was likely trying to convey that the preceding chant had consumed a considerable amount of magic. From what I could tell, the crystal ball was a magic tool, designed to emit light when imbued with magic.
Next, Astarotte took out a blank sheet of paper from a drawer, dipped the tip of a feather pen into an ink pot, and began writing something. She then folded the paper and dripped sealing wax on it, completing the talisman. The divination method was largely as Safiya had described.
“My work here is done for now. If you place this talisman under your pillow and sleep, you will receive a divine message in your dreams. The cost is one gold coin (equivalent to 100,000 yen).”
Astarotte approached me with the completed talisman and stated the price. Her hands holding the talisman were skillfully hidden by her hood.
For now, the fortune-teller’s behavior seemed typical… but something felt off. I took out my wallet and prepared one gold coin for the payment.
“Master, this old woman? Please expose her true identity.”
At this point, Holy Spirit Serena, who had been silent until now, whispered to me. How am I supposed to expose her… Ah, whatever!
“Ki!? Kyaaahhh!”
As Astarotte reached out her hand to give me the talisman and take the gold coin, I forcefully grabbed her right arm, which was reaching out, and pulled it, exposing her right hand, which was covered by her black veil. A high-pitched scream, unbecoming of an old woman, echoed through the divination room.
The exposed right arm was the smooth, firm, youthful skin of a maiden.
“As I thought… it wasn’t my imagination. Who exactly are you?”
Astarotte turned her face away from my questioning, but she seemed to be trembling.
“Hal-sama, what are you doing!?”
Meanwhile, Swan Hilda, who didn’t understand the meaning of me suddenly pulling Astarotte’s body and exposing her bare hand, looked perplexed.
“Salitori! Dispose of these rude intruders. Do not let them leave alive!!”
Returning my gaze from Swan Hilda to Astarotte, the old woman, whose back had been hunched, straightened her back and, in the voice of a young maiden, ordered Salitori to deal with us.
“Understood. Astarotte-sama.”
Astarotte, who was supposed to be an old woman, had a youthful, dewy arm. The moment her secret was exposed, Astarotte’s hoarse voice changed to a high-pitched maiden’s voice, and she ordered Salitori, who was waiting at the divination room’s entrance, to dispose of us.
“Reveal your true form! Astarotte!!”
I then proceeded to rip off the black veil Astarotte was wearing. Beneath it was the face of an old woman with disheveled white hair. However, the right arm I was holding was the dewy, youthful arm of a maiden, creating an imbalance.
“I will eliminate the rude ones.”
The next moment, Salitori, who had been waiting, lunged forward with a knife. I hastily shoved Astarotte towards Salitori.
“Kyaaahhh! W-what are you doing! What if you get hurt!!”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll fight back.”
Salitori, who had charged at us, seemed to prioritize Astarotte over attacking. He switched the knife he was holding with both hands to his left hand and embraced Astarotte with his free right arm.
“Are you alright? Astarotte-sama.”
“Yes, thank you. Now, get rid of them!”
“Understood.”
3. Old Man Attack
Salitori, having moved Astarotte to the side of the wall, gripped the knife with both hands again and charged at me.
*Clang!*
This time, Swan Hilda drew the short sword she had borrowed from Mai and intervened, and combat began between the two of them. Salitori, with the tip of his knife aimed at me, charged forward, but Swan Hilda deflected the thrust by placing the spine of her short sword against the blade of his knife. Salitori stumbled and almost lost his balance but managed to regain his footing and decided to engage Swan Hilda in a sword fight.
*Clang, Kiiin, Clang.*
Salitori, wielding his knife with his right hand and launching sweeping attacks, was met by Swan Hilda, who lightly parried his thrusts with the edge of her short sword. When blade met blade, a shrill sound echoed, but Swan Hilda still seemed to have plenty of room to maneuver.
“Die! You sow! I’ll make you an offering to the Demon King and use you as a manure depositor!”
“Uwaah. What an insult!”
From what I could see, Salitori was not a skilled fighter. While he felt threatening when he first charged, observing him spar with Swan Hilda, he was merely swinging his knife in large, sweeping motions. On the other hand, Swan Hilda, using a borrowed short sword instead of her Divine Sword, seemed to be struggling to close the distance and was unable to press her attack effectively.
Their blades whizzed through the air, occasionally clashing with a shrill *kin*. My gaze shifted to Astarotte by the wall, who was watching their fight with a terrifying expression.
*Slash.*
Salitori’s knife, in a sweeping motion, missed its target, and he lost his balance. Seizing the opportunity, Swan Hilda reversed the edge of her short sword and immediately sliced Salitori’s left arm. However, Salitori’s wound was shallow, only a glancing blow.
“Master, look at his wound. He’s likely not alive.”
Holy Spirit Serena, who had inexplicably reappeared and was perched on my shoulder, pointed out that I should pay attention to Salitori’s wound.
“W-what!? This? The blood is rotten!?”
Almost simultaneously with Holy Spirit Serena’s observation, Swan Hilda exclaimed in confusion.
“W-what!? …Black blood and a foul smell of decay! This is a corpse doll. Swan Hilda, the opponent is already dead, so there’s no need to hold back. Finish them off!”
“W-understood. Manifest! My sword!!”
Swan Hilda placed the short sword, now stained with black blood, on the floor and assumed a stance to manifest her Valkyrie Divine Sword, her alter ego. She thrust her right arm forward and turned her palm upward towards the ceiling. Then, the space directly above her palm shimmered, and the tip of the Divine Sword manifested with the sacred radiance of a god. The sacred light illuminated the dimly lit divination room, exposing all the evil beings.
“S-so bright! W-why is a god here!?”
Astarotte, exposed to the sacred light emanating from Swan Hilda, looked distressed and astonished. She stood frozen like a “frog staring at a snake.” If it were me, I would have fled immediately, but this clumsy response might determine Astarotte’s fate.
Now, a corpse doll is an evil art where a necromancer gives a semblance of life to the dead and makes them their servant. Salitori, the corpse doll, and his master, Astarotte, are evil beings who would be targeted for subjugation if their true identities were discovered by the Asgard Holy Church. At this stage, there is no reason to hesitate in dealing with them. Rather, they should be judged without any loose ends.
*Whoosh, Slash.*
Swan Hilda, manifesting her familiar Divine Sword, stepped into Salitori’s space and, with a graceful swing, slashed him. Salitori raised his knife to parry, but there was an immeasurable difference in quality between a mere knife and the Valkyrie’s Divine Sword. Swan Hilda’s slash sliced through the knife’s blade as easily as cheese, and then bisected Salitori’s torso. Immediately after Swan Hilda finished her swing, Salitori’s body split in two and fell to the floor.
“Y-you bastard! You’ll regret this!!”
Immediately after Salitori’s defeat, Astarotte glared at us as if we were her parents’ murderers, spat out a parting remark, and attempted to flee. The divination room’s props obstructed my and Swan Hilda’s view, but since Astarotte was near the door, she would escape if things continued as they were. It’s extremely difficult to find this type of person once they’ve fled. What should I do…
Then, a brilliant idea, or rather, a flash of inspiration struck me.
“Master, w-what are you doing!? Nooo!!”
“Old Man Attack! Gooo!!”
I grabbed Holy Spirit Serena, also known as “Old Man Sex Spirit,” who was on my shoulder, and threw her at Astarotte. The “Old Man Sex Spirit,” who initially screamed when thrown, began to flap her two pairs of wings and glide, chasing after Astarotte’s chest. Astarotte opened the door to the divination room and was attempting to move into the hallway.
“W-what is this giant bug!? It’s on my chest!? Eh!? Kyaaahhh!!”
The “Old Man Sex Spirit” skillfully attached itself to Astarotte’s chest and, with practiced dexterity, opened her clothes, revealing her beautiful, full breasts! Astarotte’s breasts were not sagging like an old woman’s, but were beautiful, voluptuous mounds rising towards the heavens. But in the next moment, the “Old Man Sex Spirit” attached itself and began to caress them.
Normally, the screams of the victimized maiden would be heard, but with Astarotte, it was different. With a scream as if her soul were being torn apart, the part of her body in contact with the “Old Man Sex Spirit” began to burn and blister, even emitting smoke.
Astarotte’s mouth also emitted smoke, and she collapsed, convulsing.
“Master, what kind of cruel thing are you doing?”
As Astarotte collapsed, the “Old Man Sex Spirit” detached itself from her body and returned to me, complaining. The “Old Man Sex Spirit,” who had defeated Astarotte, was angrily stomping its feet. However, despite its small size, the “Old Man Sex Spirit” is a beautiful girl. Even when angry, the “Old Man Sex Spirit” looks surprisingly cute.
“It was an emergency… Besides, weren’t you enjoying the ‘breast caressing’?”
“I-I…”
When I pointed out the “old man sex spirit’s” motive for action, “breast caressing,” Holy Spirit Serena’s face turned bright red, and she stammered. Despite being worldly and somewhat depraved, Holy Spirit Serena, originally a sacred being, looked distressed. Her suffering also made her look cute.
“In the end, who were these people!?”
Swan Hilda, left out in the cold, tilted her head in confusion. Nevertheless, Swan Hilda, who possessed a divine sword with the divine script “Swan Hilda” engraved on its blade, was a dependable presence. This time, she did not transform into her Valkyrie light armor through substitution, but a divine aura of sacredness still overflowed from her body. If anyone from the Espana Imperial Kingdom’s public security forces were to intrude at this moment, they would immediately understand that Swan Hilda, a divine being, had delivered divine punishment.
“Swan Hilda, for now, please open the blackout curtains. We’ll investigate after that.”
For now, they had defeated Astarotte, the fortune-teller, and Salitori, who claimed to be her granddaughter, but their objective and background remained unknown. They would need to investigate the remaining belongings and bodies to find any clues. Astarotte, who had been spasming until a moment ago, had also stopped moving, as if she had died.
“Understood.”
While Swan Hilda went to open the blackout curtains, I moved the items from the writing desk to the floor and then to in front of the window. I then lifted Astarotte, who was lying on the floor, and placed her face-up on the writing desk. As I lifted Astarotte, she felt impossibly light, as if I could doubt her existence. At first glance, her chest had stopped moving, her heart had stopped, and she appeared to be dead. Even if Astarotte were a demon, she shouldn’t be this light.
“Thank you, Swan Hilda.”
Still, I thanked Swan Hilda for opening the blackout curtains.
“It’s nothing, as if we’re not on good terms, Hal-sama. But really, who are these people!?”
The fortune-telling room, now bright with sunlight, was in a dismal state from the recent battle. Salitori’s corpse, which emitted a putrid odor and had splattered black blood all over the floor, lay there. The body itself was in a state of decay, as if it had been left for some time after death, making it hard to believe she had been moving just a moment ago.
Come to think of it, I had heard that the only way to finish off a death puppet was to destroy its head, but perhaps it had simply returned to being a corpse with a single blow from Swan Hilda’s divine sword.
Salitori’s true identity was undoubtedly a death puppet controlled by a necromancer. If so, the necromancer who controlled Salitori should be lurking behind her. My intuition told me that Astarotte was not the necromancer.
“It seems Astarotte is also dead… but I’ve never seen anyone take damage from the ‘breast-squeezing’ of a Sex Spirit old man before.”
Swan Hilda gave Astarotte’s corpse a glance, the same way one would look at filth, then briefly glanced at Salitori’s corpse, and her interest turned to Astarotte’s body.
“I am the Holy Spirit Serena. I only take damage when I touch those who are enveloped in miasma.”
At this point, Holy Spirit Serena revealed that Astarotte was indeed enveloped in miasma. Miasma is generated from negative emotions. During the First Expedition Trip, it had leaked from a crack in the seal of the “Yoke of the Gods,” which was built in the deepest part of the underground ruins of Portland Castle Ruins in the former Kingdom of Portland, Elise’s homeland.
It is said that demons convert miasma into evil magic by absorbing it into their bodies.
“So, was Astarotte’s true identity that of a demon?”
We stared at Astarotte’s corpse, lying face-up on the writing desk, awaiting examination. Her black veil had been removed during the previous battle, so her true face was exposed. She had dull white hair and deep wrinkles etched on her face, giving her the appearance of an old woman, but her hands, extending from her sleeves and hem, were youthful.
Furthermore, her chest had been exposed by the “breast-squeezing” of the Sex Spirit old man, revealing her breasts. Her right breast, which had escaped the attack, was like that of a young maiden.
On the other hand, her left breast, which had been attacked by the Sex Spirit old man’s “breast-squeezing,” was burnt and mangled, a pathetic sight. It was a pity to leave it as it was. However, casting “Resurrection Magic” on Astarotte seemed likely to cause her more harm…
“Master, please undress this person and thoroughly examine her entire body.”
“I don’t like undressing old women. Hal-sama, let’s go home.”
Here, Holy Spirit Serena and Swan Hilda’s opinions were divided. Indeed, I could largely agree with what Swan Hilda said. However, at the same time, it was necessary to uncover Astarotte’s true identity…
### 4. The Fortune-teller’s True Identity…
“I’m curious about this person’s true identity. Master, please examine her.”
Once again, Holy Spirit Serena pleaded with an unusually serious expression. I, too, found Astarotte’s true identity to be bothersome, or rather, inexplicable. Even if she were a demon, it was impossible for her to have almost no weight. A doubt began to form in my mind that Astarotte might be an evil being different from a demon. However, it was also true that I had no hint of such a being, even with all the knowledge from my past life.
“Very well, I shall proceed with the examination of Astarotte. First, shall I strip her bare…?”
“I, I’m not helping. There’s no fun in stripping an old woman.”
Swan Hilda, who had been showing a consistent tendency to back away, retreated.
Resigned, I re-examined Astarotte’s corpse. Her attire was a black sleeveless dress, with a drawstring at the neckline. Her exposed arms from the shoulders down were youthful. The hem of the dress was long enough to cover her legs.
However, the drawstring at the neckline had been undone and had fallen to the floor in that instant. She was not wearing any underwear, and her breasts were completely exposed. Undressing the dishevelled corpse of someone who had just died was quite a strenuous task.
“Don’t hold a grudge against me, Astarotte.”
I drew my personal defense knife and began to tear the fabric of the dress from the chest area.
Astarotte’s body, having died not long ago, was still warm. While thinking this, I had already torn it to her abdomen. Her navel was exposed, and her lower abdomen came into view, but her skin was still smooth and her pores fine, like the soft skin of a maiden. Then, the knife’s blade reached her crotch, and I found she was wearing white and blue striped panties.
I then cut through the skirt portion all the way to the hem. Despite her head being that of an old woman, her body from the neck down was that of a girl in the midst of her secondary sexual development. Just in case, I took off her wooden shoes and ran the knife blade along her striped panties, cutting them.
Astarotte’s crotch had sparse black pubic hair beginning to grow, and the beautiful slit of a maiden. At this point, the condition of her head from the neck up became suspicious. As I fiddled with the skin on her neck, it peeled back!?
“It seems the part from the neck up is a finely crafted mask.”
“Y, you’re right.”
Swan Hilda had approached and was staring, having not noticed her do so. It appeared that what Astarotte was wearing was a “flesh mask” made from the skin of a real old woman’s face. While I myself had never seen one before, according to information I had read from a certain forbidden book stored in the forbidden library during my time as Cardinal Lester in my past life, it was a disguise technique that involved flaying the necessary parts from a living person and applying magical treatment to achieve a natural finish. It was supposedly an evil art designated as a forbidden spell and kept secret.
“Alright, let’s remove the ‘flesh mask’!”
Peeling off the “flesh mask” as if it were raw hide, another face appeared from underneath.
“Wh, what! Astarotte’s true identity was not an old woman, but a beautiful girl!”
Her hair was tied back in a raven black style, and she had an aloof, elegant appearance with sharp features. Frankly, she was a beautiful girl.
“Master, once you’ve completely undressed her, please have her lie face down.”
Following Holy Spirit Serena’s instructions, I cut away the remaining fabric that was in the way and then had her lie face down, completely naked.
“No way, Astarotte was a demon (・・)!”
Swan Hilda exclaimed, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. This was because Astarotte had small, bat-like wings on her back. She had also curled up a tail that sprouted from the coccyx area of her alluringly curved buttocks. Both the wings and the tail were black; the wings had a thin membrane and atrophied claws, while the tail was whip-like, with a heart-shaped tip.
“As Swan Hilda says, Astarotte’s true identity seems to have been a demon who infiltrated human society.”
With this, the true identities of the fortune-teller Astarotte and Salitori, who claimed to be her granddaughter, were revealed.
“I have never seen a demon (・・). However, this person’s true identity is a devil (demon).”
At this point, Holy Spirit Serena, who had perched on my shoulder and was observing the examination from a prime seat, corrected herself, stating that Astarotte’s true identity was not a demon but a devil. The ancient document that was included with the small marquetry box in which Holy Spirit Serena had been sealed also contained the word “devil.” According to Liliana, who had deciphered the ancient document, it was interpreted as an older term for demon.
“Hey, Serena. Aren’t devils and demons the same thing? I don’t know about devils, so could you tell me?”
“Master, I’ll tell you what I know about devils. Devils are—”
Thus, Holy Spirit Serena elaborately explained what beings called devils were.
The content was shocking.
First, let’s review the world we live in.
On the vast land where we live, humans, demi-humans, demons, and various types of flora and fauna coexist. There are said to be four major civilization zones on the continent. These are the Western Nations, Southern Nations, Eastern Nations, and Northern Nations, respectively.
However, the frigid Northern Nations are currently under demon rule, and it is thought that humans and others may be living in hiding, but the details remain unknown. On the other hand, humans are the most dominant race in the Western Nations, Southern Nations, and Eastern Nations.
Furthermore, there is the Divine Realm, where the gods reside, as a world of higher order than this land. The “Garden of the Gods,” which we were allowed to visit on our return from the First Expedition Trip, was the world where Valkyries, lower-ranking divine beings, lived. According to the Valkyries’ explanations, the higher-ranking divine beings than them are spiritual beings, released from the bondage of physical bodies, and reside in dimensions higher than the “Garden of the Gods.”
While higher-ranking gods can descend to this world by incarnating, they refrain from doing so due to the immense impact they would have on their surroundings. In that context, their methods of influencing this world are indirect. For example, Holy Spirit Serena is an existence formed by the condensation of holy element spirits that existed in this world.
Other methods include the bestowal of divine artifacts by higher-ranking gods, or cases where heroes and oracles’ saintesses complete quests called oracles.
Furthermore, according to Holy Spirit Serena’s account, there is another world below the one we inhabit. That world is called the Demon Realm, and beings of condensed evil miasma roam freely.
Moreover, according to Holy Spirit Serena’s explanation, those who inhabit this world will have their bodies transformed into evil beings if they are struck by the miasma that devils wear. And the characteristics of those beings matched those of the demons, who are a threat to this world.
Come to think of it, the Valkyries also said that those like demons were no match for them. This means that the true enemies for the gods were devils.
“According to my memory, Astarotte is a lower-ranking devil, a species called a succubus.”
Furthermore, Holy Spirit Serena saw through Astarotte’s true identity and explained it in detail.
A succubus is a beautiful devil with the form of a beautiful maiden. Although they themselves have little combat power, they are a type of dream demon specialized in manipulating their targets through dreams and siphoning their vital energy.
Perhaps due to this characteristic, succubi are sent as vanguards when demons from the Demon Realm invade the Human Realm. Especially for an invasion of the Human Realm that hasn’t happened in a long time, it is customary for the most beautiful and intelligent succubus princess of the clan to be deployed for such an important occasion.
Incidentally, devils, like higher-ranking gods, are spiritual beings. Of course, they have opposite characteristics to gods… For such devils to invade the Human Realm, they need to incarnate into temporary bodies. Or, they may possess humans.
Devils who invade the Human Realm by obtaining temporary bodies will disintegrate into nothingness and scatter if defeated. Therefore, Astarotte, who currently appears as a corpse, is not completely dead but in a state of suspended animation.
“Now, I have a proposal for you, Master. Instead of destroying this Astarotte, why not make her a summoned beast?”
“Make this succubus princess a summoned beast!?”
“Yes. In our line of work (・・・・), it’s a reward (・・・).”
And now, when she is weakened in her state of suspended animation, is the opportune moment. Incidentally, to destroy her, one must cut off her head and decapitate her, after which her existence will dissolve and disappear. Furthermore, the reason her current weight is so abnormally light is because she is in a temporary body, and her connection to this world is weak.
Then, Holy Spirit Serena passionately and ardently explained why Astarotte should be employed.
In the world when Holy Spirit Serena was created, it was common practice to summon and employ succubi from the Demon Realm. Summoned succubi were considered a barometer of the summoner’s skill, gathering admiration from those around them. Succubi reduced to summoned beasts were obedient to their summoners and popular due to their beautiful appearance. In most cases, succubi were used as communal toilet bowls for party members, but some also pursued pure love.
In such cases, a succubus who awakened to true love apparently degenerated and obtained a real body in this world. A succubus in such a state is not an exaggeration to call human. Of course, they could become pregnant and bear children when embraced, and their inherent beauty was passed down to their descendants.
What a delicious prospect!
“Then, please tell me how to make Astarotte a summoned beast.”
“Master… the method is to enter the world of dreams that Astarotte is currently in, free her from the wedge that binds her, and make her fall in love with you.”
“Enter the dream world of a succubus… Isn’t that a difficult task!”
“You just need to be in physical contact with Astarotte and sleep together.”
Following Holy Spirit Serena’s explanation, I picked up the naked Astarotte in a princess carry and left the fortune-telling room, heading to the residential area on the second floor. I opened several doors searching for Astarotte’s bedroom, and the discovered bedroom was, in a way, very embarrassing for me, who had a girl’s taste.
The pillowcase had a patchwork of a de-formed chick? on it, and next to it were stuffed toys of strawberries and teddy bears. However, the sheets were pure white. Meanwhile, in the center of the bed, a cute pink nightgown with abundant frills was folded.
For the record, Salitori’s bedroom was a bleak room with only the bare minimum of bedding.
“Then, please wait in the waiting room on the first floor and pray for the success of the plan.”
“Master, understood.”
“I, I understand too!”
Thus, Swan Hilda and Holy Spirit Serena, who had accompanied me on this operation, were asked to wait in the waiting room on the first floor. This way, even if there were any unexpected visitors, Swan Hilda would be able to drive them away.
Then, I, too, stripped naked and embraced Astarotte, who was also naked. Astarotte, with the “flesh mask” covering her head removed, was a mysterious sleeping beauty. However, her left breast, burnt and mangled by the Sex Spirit old man’s “breast-squeezing” attack, was painful to look at. Astarotte, currently only wearing a temporary body to remain in this world, would have this wound healed if healed in her dreams, but…
In this position, I worried I might not be able to sleep due to arousal, but surprisingly, sleepiness overcame me easily. This might be because Astarotte, a succubus, was sleeping next to me.
I wonder what kind of dreams the young and beautiful succubus princess Astarotte is having…
### 5. Some Day My Prince Will Come ①
“—… W, where is this!? R, right… this must be inside Astarotte’s dream…”
When I awoke, I was in a sun-drenched forest. I had feared that the dream of Astarotte, a lower-ranking devil and succubus princess, would be a bloody and desolate place, but I was frankly disappointed. However, I had only just arrived, so I couldn’t let my guard down.
“But what is this outfit!? It’s like I’m a prince…”
Next, I checked my own condition. I should have been asleep embracing the naked Astarotte in a naked state on the bed. Therefore, I had expected, at worst, that I might be naked. However, that concern proved unfounded. I was wearing a very ornate and flashy formal outfit, as if I were a prince of the Raymond Imperial Kingdom.
At my waist, I wore an overly decorated sword adorned with gold and silver craftsmanship and precious gems.
Closing my eyes and contemplating, my current setting came to mind. I was apparently the prince of the Raymond Imperial Kingdom who had proposed to Princess Astarotte, the beautiful princess of a certain kingdom. And the beautiful Princess Astarotte had been kidnapped by villains. The setup was cliché.
And these villains were the problem.
The organization to which these villains belonged was named “Princess Harem,” apparently formed by a group of female thieves jealous of Princess Astarotte’s beauty. I had not mentioned the name “Princess Harem” at the fortune-telling parlor, nor had Swan Hilda.
Despite this, the fact that such a proper noun had appeared meant that Astarotte could read my thoughts. In this situation, I only had two options: either make Astarotte my summoned beast and control her, or destroy her.
As I realized it, a small path opened up through the forest.
I thought there wasn’t such a path before, but since it was a dream world, anything was possible. For now, since a path had appeared, I decided to proceed.
“What a peaceful country road.”
Birds were chirping, and the babbling of a small stream could be faintly heard. The surroundings were not dark and dense but lush and green. However, for a devil’s dream, it was remarkably wholesome. According to Holy Spirit Serena’s explanation, succubi were monsters that entered the dreams of their prey and siphoned their vital energy…
“I see a cute little house in the distance. Is that perhaps a tea house?”
It seemed like there would be some movement soon.
“Hey, handsome young man walking by. Would you like to take a break at our tea house?”
The one who stopped me was a plump, or rather, pot-bellied, fake Elise. As expected, or rather, as I had predicted, members of the “Princess Harem” party appeared. This meant that this cute house was a tea house built by the roadside. And the tea house vendor was a fake Elise… In a way, it was too fitting, and I struggled to suppress a laugh.
She had a larger belly than the real Elise, as if she were eating unsold goods. And the travellers who appeared to be customers were also party members. Confirming their faces, they were fake Alicia, fake Mai, and fake Swan Hilda.
However, this was problematic… Even if they were characters in a dream, I couldn’t bring myself to cut down girls I knew with a sword. What should I do…?
“We’ll give you a service~”
This fake Elise also had large breasts and hugged my right arm to guide me into the tea house. The uniform of the fake Elise working as a tea house vendor was daringly low-cut and provocative. My right arm, which she hugged, was pressed between her cleavage, and I felt a softness that was indescribable. The soft sensation against my arm was as good as the real Elise’s. And I was led to a long bench set up in front of the tea house.
“What would you like? Chu♡”
The fake Elise leaned over me and asked for my order, exhaling hot breath. She even kissed my cheek. It was a lustful and inappropriate situation, but the real Elise was not this seductive. While not seductive, this fake Elise might not be so bad either.
“Oh, a fine gentleman. Won’t you turn towards me as well?”
This time, fake Alicia hugged me from the other side. The real Alicia was serious, so she would never engage in such public displays of affection. Fake Alicia’s breasts were smaller than fake Elise’s, but she shamelessly unbuttoned her dress, exposed her chest, and hugged me. The soft sensation from her bare breasts was transmitted directly to my left arm.
“…… Big brother…”
This time, fake Mai climbed onto my lap. She then snuggled her cute back against me. Fake Mai’s sweet body odor tickled my nostrils, and my consciousness grew hazy. Fake Mai’s outfit included a miniskirt, and she seemed to be not wearing panties. As she wiggled her cute rear, my crotch reacted. I wished fake Mai would get down before my “son” became a wild warrior, but I couldn’t escape the allure of her cute buttocks.
“I’m interested in big brother too~”
Finally, fake Swan Hilda hugged me from behind. Fake Swan Hilda’s breasts were about the same size as fake Elise’s, and she also exposed her chest, placing her bare breasts on my shoulder. And as her large breasts swayed, they stimulated my crotch.
Thus, I found myself in a blissful state of being hugged by four beautiful girls, but this was not reality.
“It seems you’ve fallen into a trap, kuku ku ku. Expose your corpse hereeeeeeee!”
After a period of erotic time, when the four were fondling me and trying to undress me, fake Elise revealed her true colors.
“W, stop it, you guys!”
I forcefully broke free from the four hugging me with the power of prince’s correction and took a defensive stance in front of the tea house.
“As expected of a man, you seem to have strength. Everyone, kill him!”
Fake Alicia’s eyes, which glared at me with coldness, were set.
And, before I knew it, the four figures who had surrounded me—fake Elise, fake Alicia, fake Mai, and fake Swan Hilda—had transformed into monstrous beings with terrifying appearances, their mouths split wide. Incidentally, their soft breasts had turned into lumps of muscle. No, this was probably their true form. Long claws extended from their fingertips, and they seemed to be aiming for my throat.
“You’ve revealed your true forms. I’ll make you rust for this magic sword!”
I replied in kind, going along with the situation.
“Kyyyaaaaaa, dieeeeeeeeee!”
One of the monstrous beings lunged at me. Raising its arm, it swung its claw, sharpened into a blade, towards me. First, as practice, I drew the magic sword at my waist and met the incoming claw.
*Clang!*
The claw of the monstrous being and the blade of the magic sword collided, repelling each other. And when they touched, a sound like metal striking metal echoed. Furthermore, although I was a rear-guard class in the real world, I was confronting them as a capable swordsman. This was probably the protagonist’s correction. If so, then something naturally became apparent. That is, these monsters obstructing my actions were likely symbolic of the trials in this dream.
In other words, in the deepest part of this dream, in the innermost sanctuary, was Princess Astarotte waiting for my help…?
While lost in thought for a moment, the monsters positioned in front and behind me advanced simultaneously. They were probably trying to defeat me with a pincer attack. Quickly checking front and back, the monster approaching from behind was a beat ahead. Holding the magic sword in a reverse grip, I thrust the tip into the chest of the monster lunging from behind.
*Gyaaaaaa!*
It seemed I had hit a vital spot. The monster approaching from behind let out a death shriek and then dispersed. I had thought it would be troublesome if a body remained, but since it was a dream, it was designed to be convenient. And the next moment, as I dodged the claw of the monster lunging from the front, I moved to the right, where another monstrous being was waiting.
That monster also had its long claws raised, taking an offensive stance towards me.
Furthermore, the monster that had lunged from the front pursued, and the monster on the left also charged. Attacking me from three sides when I’m an amateur with a sword is extremely cowardly. As I thought this inwardly, the monster who was the fake Elise sneered with a lewd smile. Then, what happened? Feeling like I was being mocked by that Elise, I became enraged and swung the magic sword, which I had gripped normally, around me, cutting off the arm of the monster on the left.
*Gyaaaaaaaa!*
The monster, having lost an arm, brought its injured limb to its defense, so I took the opportunity and thrust at it. Although I thought I had only wounded it with an attack from an awkward posture, this monster also screamed and then dispersed. Somehow, in this world, I was too strong. This strength, which I could get used to, seemed addictive.
The remaining monsters were the one in front, bearing the likeness of fake Elise, and the one on the right. This monster, having lost its comrades, had circled behind me. Thus, I was once again caught in a pincer attack from front and back.
*Grrr, grrr.*
My breath hitched with exertion from the previous battles. Panting, I stared at the monsters positioned in front and behind me. The monsters seemed to be waiting for me to show an opening, growling. The monster in front, unable to withstand the tense situation, lunged. I grinned, thinking this capricious movement resembled the real Elise, and advanced to meet it, piercing the monster’s chest with the tip of my magic sword.
*Gyaaaaaaaa!*
It seemed the tip of my magic sword had a slightly longer reach than the monster’s claw attack. As I thought this, the last remaining monster attacked from behind. I passed through the spots where the monsters had dispersed and distanced myself to regroup. The last monster charged recklessly, so with a calm mind, I cut it down diagonally.
*Gyaaaaaaaa!*
Thus, I dealt with the four monsters I encountered for the first time in this dream world. After that, other monsters disguised as remaining party members attacked, but I managed to get through and reached Astarotte.
Fake Lyushenne and fake Liliana appeared disguised as street prostitutes, but their beauty was so overwhelming that they stood out. And the fake Sophie, who was temporarily absent, had indeed returned to her flat-chested state, but instead, she targeted my anus with a pseudo-penis enlarged with a clitoris, so I severed it with one cut.
As for unusual occurrences, perhaps the appearance of fake Shera, escorted by fake Shera-nee-san and fake Sierra-onee-sama.
“D, somebody help me… S, somebody…”
A huge boulder appeared before my eyes. And on this boulder, Princess Astarotte, with her hands and feet bound by shackles and her body fixed in a spread-eagle posture by chains attached to the shackles, was calling for help. Princess Astarotte seemed to be bound as a sacrifice. Her attire was a simple tunic resembling a slave garment, and her exposed left breast was being pecked by vultures, in a pitiable state.
Could this be the manifestation of the Sex Spirit old man’s “breast-squeezing” in the real world…?
In order to make the succubus princess Astarotte my summoned beast, I needed to rescue this Princess Astarotte and then make her fall in love with me.
### 6. Some Day My Prince Will Come ②
“…Please… help me… it hurts so much…”
Astarotte was calling for help in a dazed state.
According to Holy Spirit Serena’s explanation, in a world called the Demon Realm, which exists below the world we live in, evil devils reside and plot to dominate our world.
And, it is said that succubi, lower-ranking devils, are deployed as vanguards of the invading devil army with the aim of throwing human society into chaos.
Among devils, succubi are an exception in that they have a beautiful appearance that humans can admire. This is because, with their lovely appearance, they entice influential people with their charm, and furthermore, they siphon vital energy through dreams and captivate them… And, when important battles for devils are waged, the prized members are the succubus princesses, with the most beautiful and youngest individuals of the current generation being chosen, Holy Spirit Serena explained.
At this point, I recalled the events during the First Expedition Trip in the territory of the Kingdom of Portland, Elise’s homeland. The Kingdom of Portland had fallen, and the seal of the “Yoke of the Gods,” which sealed the Great Calamity, had loosened. Elise, as the sealing priestess princess, re-applied the seal, but it is likely that some devils had broken through the seal and infiltrated this world.
Indeed, thinking about it that way, it all adds up.
The Hero Party, led by the current hero Albert Sandia, is trying to defeat the demons and Demon King Gandaro who leads them. However, the devils cannot be left unchecked any longer. What’s worse, except for us, no one knows about the true threat of devils.
Perhaps, for some reason, the God Clan, after sealing off passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm with the “Yoke of God,” burned all books and knowledge related to the Demon Realm. As expected of the God Clan, their information control was perfect, and even including my past life as Cardinal Lester, I had never obtained even a fragment of such information.
Well, to think that the only exception was the Holy Spirit Serena, sealed away as a dark secret of the God Clan… I wonder if the gods are utterly dumbfounded?
I, once again, observed Astarotte, the exceptionally beautiful princess succubus.
Her long, lustrous black hair was grown to about her waist. And rather than just black hair, it might be better to describe it as the jet-black of a glossy black stone. Her eyebrows were thin and slightly upturned. Her eyes were a deep crimson, like fresh blood, and after learning that Astarotte’s true identity was a demon, they took on an even more eerie hue. However, her eyes had only opened for a moment just now…
Her nose was aquiline, and her lips were slightly full. Overall, she had a voluptuous body. In other words, a body that men would desire… She was wearing a simple shift dress, and while it concealed the lines of her body to some extent, her chest was exposed, and her breasts were revealed. This was likely a reflection of the damage she sustained from the “breast-squeezing” by the ero-oyaji, a sex spirit, in the real world.
The shackles on her wrists and ankles that bound her limbs to the rock mass, and the chains that followed them, exuded a truly unpleasant aura, distinct from Astarotte herself. It seemed that these restraints were a symbol of Astarotte’s bound actions since being brought to this world. In other words, she was likely bound by a higher-ranking demon than Astarotte…
” … Help … me …… ”
Astarotte, who pleaded for help in a faint, fading voice, looked like an unfortunate beautiful maiden, and the painful wound on her left breast only exacerbated this. Fresh blood flowed from her left breast, pecked and burnt by vultures, staining the shift dress and making the exposed chest strangely erotic. Truly, even in this state, she was living up to her reputation as a succubus princess who could bewilder men.
However, what could I do?
Normally, I would want to heal her with “healing magic,” but the fact that she was injured by the “breast-squeezing” of the ero-oyaji, an aggregation of sex spirits and holy element spirits, meant that it might even cause her further damage. Setting that aside, this prince’s—flamboyant and flashy—formal attire was also unsettling… What should I do?
As I focused my attention on my attire, my body was enveloped in a faint light, and before I knew it, it had changed back to my usual everyday clothes. This was the dream world spun by Astarotte, the succubus, so it seemed I could reshape it as I pleased with the power of my will. And if succubi are demons that survive by siphoning off the vital energy of the opposite sex, then perhaps simply imparting the vitality that leaks from my body might be effective.
In my case, vital energy, infused with the will to heal others through “healing magic,” was sacred ki, while mere vitality was the ki that naturally leaked out with life activities, like excess life energy. By placing my hand on her wounded left breast, I hoped that Astarotte, the succubus, would instinctively siphon off my vitality.
” … Help me … Ah!? … Warm … vitality … is flowing in … an ♡ … ”
As a test, I gently placed my hand on her left breast, which had been injured by the ero-oyaji, as if to soothe it. Just that alone gave me a creepy sensation, as if my vitality was being sucked away by Astarotte, the succubus, with a “zuzuzzz.”
Then, her burnt breast slowly began to repair itself, and I felt the sensation of a clinging, beautiful breast in my palm. This was a peerless breast, pregnant with a madness that could drive men wild.
*Gulp*
Seeing Astarotte, whose wounds had healed and her body had fully returned to normal, I unconsciously swallowed.
” S-She’s beautiful … ”
I gazed at Astarotte, still trapped by the rock mass, as if spellbound. In this form, she looked like a noble princess offered as a sacrifice.
” … Who are you!? I’m glad my body has returned to normal … ”
Astarotte, who seemed to be regaining consciousness, looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“My name is Hal Harem Von Raymond. I want to form a summoning contract with you.”
I straightforwardly introduced myself and stated the purpose of my visit to her dream.
“You too want to bind me … I’m grateful to Barbel, who brought me to the human world, but … he’s bound me completely. I … want to return to my homeland where my friends are … ”
Upon learning the purpose of my visit, Astarotte’s face fell, and she expressed her longing for her homeland.
Thus, Astarotte, whose left breast had healed, seemed to have awakened by incidentally siphoning my vitality. Her shift dress was stained with her blood, but her seductive posture, exposing her beautiful breasts, was very alluring. Though we had only spoken briefly, she was surprisingly rational, and there seemed to be no issues with her personality. Surely, among succubi, Astarotte was the finest succubus princess.
“Do you want to return to your homeland… the Demon Realm?”
“Yes, that’s right. But the gate has closed again. I have no choice but to live in this human world.”
“With your beauty, you should be able to siphon vital energy from men as much as you want…”
” I… as a succubus, I haven’t had the chance to siphon a gentleman’s vital energy yet. Succubi… become lustful when they absorb the vital energy of the opposite sex. Even though it’s a racial trait… I don’t want to lose my sanity.”
“So that’s why you disguised yourself as an old fortune-teller?”
“Yes, that’s right. There’s an old legend in my homeland. It says that even someone as miserable and powerless as me can become happy by transforming into a human if I can be united with a gentleman I truly love, with mutual affection! I’ve been waiting with yearning for such a prince to appear.”
In the end, Astarotte, the weakest demon, the succubus princess, came to the human world following the high- ranking demon named Barbel, but she had only fulfilled the task of causing human discord to the minimum extent required.
As for sustenance, she had managed to get by by collecting the vitality that leaked from visitors. In that sense, Astarotte seemed to be an unblemished, innocent maiden.
What’s more, she was a maiden of pure love, waiting for the prince who would truly love her, a tragic princess, which was astonishing.
“Hearing your story, I desperately want you as a summoned beast. How can I form a summoning contract with you?”
Once again, I pressed Astarotte for a summoning contract.
“You want me that much, don’t you…”
Astarotte blushed, smiling shyly for the first time.
“First, remove the shackles that bind me. And can you perhaps dye my body with your ideal? If I like that body, I will accept the summoning contract.”
“I understand removing the shackles binding your limbs, but what do you mean by dyeing my body?”
Astarotte presented two conditions for my request. I understood that removing the shackles currently binding her to the rock mass was meant. It seemed these shackles were imposed by the demon named Berbel, who brought Astarotte to this world. They seemed to be created by condensing truly evil miasma. While it might be possible to remove them with my “holy magic,” Astarotte’s body, being much weaker and more fragile than these shackles, would likely disappear first. That would be counterproductive.
On the other hand, I didn’t quite understand what she meant by dyeing her body with my colors.
“Astarotte, it’s possible to remove these shackles, but if I remove them as they are, you will likely disappear. We need some kind of countermeasure. Also, I don’t quite understand what you mean by dyeing my body with my colors…”
“As I thought, these shackles can’t be removed.”
Tears streamed from the corners of Astarotte’s eyes, and despite being a vanguard of an evil demon, she was incredibly adorable. I could well understand why the Holy Spirit Serena said, “In our line of work, she’s a reward,” regarding Astarotte’s pitiful demeanor.
“My body here is a temporary vessel manifested in the human world. Of course, it reflects my true essence, but it will change when I interact with a gentleman. And in this dream world that I spun, I can take on any form you desire. And if I like that form, it will become fixed as reality. It is said that succubi who find true love become companions to gentlemen and fall into humanity.”
Astarotte was saying something very interesting. It seemed Astarotte would transform into the form I desired. And accepting that form would likely mean accepting the summoning contract.
“First, I’ll try dyeing Astarotte’s body with my ideal. As for the shackles, we’ll have to figure something out.”
“Y-Yes. Please dye me in your favorite color. I… I’m looking forward to it…”
7. Some Day My Prince Will Come ③ △
“First, I want you to show me everything about Astarotte. I’m going to remove your clothes, is that alright?”
” … I’m embarrassed, but I have no choice. ”
Blushing from shame, Astarotte agreed to undress but averted her gaze from me. It seemed that even though she was a succubus who siphoned off the vital energy of men, Astarotte, being a virgin, was embarrassed to expose her naked body to me.
In truth, the two of us were already sleeping naked together on the bed in her bedroom… but she might not have noticed, being engrossed in our conversation within the dream.
*Chak, chak, chak*
Having obtained Astarotte’s permission to undress, I concentrated my念 (intent) into my palm, and my right arm was instantly enveloped in a faint light, and I was holding a pair of scissors. Astarotte was currently wearing a simple shift dress, but since her limbs were bound, there was no way to remove it other than to cut it. Of course, I believed the clothes would disappear if Astarotte wished it, but she was currently flushed with shame and unlikely to agree.
I brought the scissors created by my念 (intent) to the hem of her shift dress and began to cut the fabric towards her chest. Astarotte was bound to the rock mass in a spread-eagle posture, with her limbs spread wide. In other words, Astarotte’s thighs were wide open. The sound of the shift dress fabric being cut echoed around, and the fabric was slowly sliced. The fabric that had hidden her up to above her knees was cut, revealing her pale thighs peeking out from the gap, and then her crotch area came into view.
“You… as a succubus, you’re wearing panties!? And cute polka dots, too!!”
“P-Please… don’t say anymore! Don’t speak of my secrets!!”
While Astarotte was flustered by the polka-dot panties she was wearing under her shift dress, the fabric continued to be cut, and was now passing her abdomen. Then, it was also cut open to her chest, and the tattered shift dress was removed.
“The last piece, too.”
I deliberately brought the scissors before Astarotte’s eyes and made a cutting gesture, “chak, chak.”
“P-Please! Even if I’m wearing panties, you can dye my body in your color! Please forgive me!!”
“What are you saying? The state of your secret place and vagina opening is important!”
” … Ah!! … I-I’m embarrassed!!”
I mercilessly brought the blade of the scissors to the polka-dot fabric and, with a “bachin, bachin,” cut them all at once. Then, the torn panties fell to my feet with a “pasari,” and Astarotte became completely naked.
“She’s so beautiful…”
Astarotte, with her limbs bound to the rock mass and stripped naked, flushed crimson all over her skin with embarrassment. The naked body of Astarotte, manifested as an exceptionally beautiful girl, was stunning. Was there any room for further improvement on this beautiful body?
” … As expected, it seems to be a temporary body … ”
Though Astarotte appeared to be a perfect beautiful girl at first glance, her internal organs were actually quite different from those of a human. The first thing I noticed was when I opened her mouth.
“Th-There’s nothing inside your mouth!?”
“I-Iiiiiih!!! Don’t spread your vagina opennnn!!! Your anus tooooo!!!!”
To my surprise, there was no tongue or teeth in Astarotte’s mouth; it was merely a dark, abyssal void. I hurriedly checked her lower-“mouth” as well—her vagina and anus—but it was the same. In other words, Astarotte’s female genitalia were nothing more than suction organs for siphoning vital energy.
“I’m going to perform a physical examination.”
I examined her breast and abdominal areas in the same way I did for the party members of “Princess Harem,” and checked her internal organs with a mana probe. This was a preliminary survey I was accustomed to performing before wielding “healing magic” as a healing mage. This was also because an incorrect diagnosis of the patient’s condition could sometimes lead to no healing effect.
In that sense, I was also rich in anatomical knowledge of the human body. And in this life, I had gained considerable experience regarding the mysteries of the female form. Moreover, they were of different types of beautiful girls, making their value immeasurable.
” … Hiiiiaaah… Don’t rub my stomachttttt! I feel my thighs toooooo!!!!”
I noticed the abnormality in her female genitalia and examined Astarotte’s body, finding that her internal structure was completely different from that of a human. It was very enjoyable to examine Astarotte, who had a voluptuous body. Her entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone, and she squirmed with pleasure. In this way, I revealed the differences in body structure between humans and succubi.
“Astarotte, I’ve savored your body. From now on, I’ll dye it with my colors.”
“Yes… I look forward to it.”
“First, I’ll work on your appearance.”
Astarotte’s black hair, though lustrous, gave a heavy impression, so as I stroked it, I willed it to change into a faintly reddish silver hair. Liliana’s silver hair has a faint bluish tint, so they would look good together. Next, the color of her eyebrows and the pubic hair in her genital area followed suit. Then, her blood-red irises changed to an intelligent hazel color, her aquiline nose became slightly lower but cute, and her lips, while retaining their slight fullness, were brightened in color. Then, her slightly upturned, thin eyebrows were made a little thicker to give a gentler impression.
With that, the changes to her head were complete. Astarotte now had a beautiful face that embodied the contradictory attributes of being intelligent yet cute. A beautiful girl like this would also be a good candidate for Liliana’s subordinates.
Then, re-evaluating the overall balance, I also slightly adjusted the shape of her ears.
From her neck to her slender shoulders and collarbones, I left them as they were, and next was her breasts.
Astarotte had a way of looking thinner than she was, and her beautifully full breasts were also magnificent.
” … Ahh … Your … feelings … Ahhh … are conveyed … ”
I lifted Astarotte’s breasts from below, letting them jiggle with a “purun, purun,” and checked their firmness with a “nyugyu, nyugyu.” Considering her body balance, these breasts were a bit too large, and I also wanted to adjust the color and size of her areolae.
” … Wh-What is this… Ahh ♡ … From your … no, Master’s hands … along with rich vitality … Aha ♡ I can feel your passionate emotions…!”
I kneaded her pendulous, slightly drooping breasts, changing them from mega-breasts to bowl-shaped large breasts. The areolae were also changed from a strong reddish color to an innocent pale pink, and their size was reduced by one size. The nipple shape, which had become erect from these actions, was acceptable.
Her abdomen was so thin it looked like it would break from being constricted by a corset, but by enlarging her buttocks slightly, I compensated for it and gave her an ideal waistline.
Regarding her genitals, perhaps due to her already being excited, a clitoris about half the size of a little finger protruded from the clitoral hood.
” … Higgi!? It, it hurts! Please be gentle!!”
I pinched her crudely large clitoris and changed it to a size where only the “bean” would show. The shape of her labia majora was good, but the frills of her labia minora, continuing from the clitoral hood, were greatly exposed, so I also made the labia minora a little more compact, to a size that would fit within the labia majora.
” … Yan, yan, yan, … My Lord. I … Ahn, ahahn ♡ Iiiiiihhh ”
Next, I carelessly spread open her labia majora with a “kapari,” and where there was once just dark, empty nothingness, I newly created pink flesh folds, a urethra opening, and a vagina opening that secreted love juice. The beautiful and lovely pink flesh folds were based on Liliana’s genitals. Continuing, I also spread open the newly created vagina opening and, with the power of imagination, created vaginal walls that led to a uterus, with a size and tightness appropriate for what is called an excellent female organ, as well as soft protrusions and a hymen.
Of course, I performed the same procedure on her anus, and at the same time, I adjusted the “purupuru” condition of her buttocks and the state of the secret slit via the perineum from the gluteal cleft to my liking. As for pubic hair, I deliberately left it for future shaving.
I made minor adjustments to the balance of her limbs, and the small bat wings and black tail on her back, which were organs unique to succubi, disappeared. Of course, her back was against the rock mass, so they couldn’t be seen, but I accomplished this solely by the sense of my hands reaching around.
“This is the last part!”
“Yes? Huh!? My, my body is coming apart!! N-No… Igyaaaaaaaah~~~~ –”
After finishing the external modifications, I instantly changed Astarotte’s internal organs to those of a human. I simultaneously created digestive organs such as the stomach and small intestine in her throat, respiratory organs, circulatory organs, and other organs necessary for living as a human, including the cerebrum and cerebellum.
As expected, such a drastic overhaul caused an unimaginably shocked Astarotte to scream and writhe in agony.
*Choro, choro, shaaaaaaa*
Then, Astarotte lost control and urinated a “splash” from the urethra opening I had just created, and her body relaxed. This was also proof that the urinary system I had created was functioning perfectly.
As I confirmed Astarotte’s newly created body, the miasma that demons wore had completely disappeared, and she had become a mere human. At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck me.
I thought it would be pitiful for an innocent maiden to be naked, even if this state was temporary, so I glared at her crotch area with my thoughts, and it was covered with high-quality pure white panties made of thin silk. Next, her breasts were covered with a similar high-quality bra, followed by a chemise lavishly adorned with lace, and finally, a clean white dress was put on, completing the image of a captured, lovely princess.
Then, I struck one of the shackles, made of dense miasma that bound her, with a hammer imbued with holy energy based on “holy magic.”
*Parin*
With a shattering sound like that of breaking glass, the shackle shattered. However, it had no effect on Astarotte’s body, which had temporarily become human. On the contrary, miasma was attempting to invade Astarotte’s body through the remaining shackles, so I quickly shattered the other three shackles as well.
*Parin, parin, parin*
As Astarotte, freed from the shackles, fell, I hastily caught her and laid her on the bed I had created behind us.
“You’re so beautiful, Astarotte… With this, all your requests have been unexpectedly fulfilled. You will become my summoned beast.”
As I stroked Astarotte’s faintly reddish silver hair, which was breathing softly, a sense of accomplishment welled up.
However, at this point, my vision suddenly became blurred.
It was likely because Astarotte had lost consciousness, and this world, her dream, could no longer be maintained.
My consciousness went dark, and I was expelled from this dream world that Astarotte inhabited.
8. First Night XVI ① △
I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, dived into the dream world spun by the lovely succubus princess Astarotte in order to make her my summoned beast.
In that world, Astarotte was bound by the high-ranking demon Barbel.
This bound Astarotte was beautiful, like a captured beauty, but I pressed for the summoning contract, the purpose of my visit to this world. Then, Astarotte, as a condition, requested to be freed from the shackles that bound her and to have her body dyed with my colors, perhaps to gauge my taste in women. And she vowed that if the shackles were removed and my colors suited her, she would become my summoned beast. As the Holy Spirit Serena had explained, contract acts were absolute for succubi, who were originally spiritual beings.
I dyed Astarotte’s body into that of a human maiden according to my preference, and the characteristic miasma of demons disappeared from her body. Seizing this opportune moment, I destroyed the shackles that had condensed stronger miasma.
After that, if Astarotte liked the body I had dyed, the summoning contract should be realized.
Or so I thought. However, afterward, I was expelled from her dream before Astarotte woke up.
I was holding something warm and with a pleasant scent. No, this was Astarotte’s real body, and I was currently sleeping in her bedroom, on a bed decorated in a girlish style.
And what I was holding was a naked Astarotte, and I too was naked. This was based on advice from the Holy Spirit Serena to visit the dream world spun by Astarotte. However, Astarotte’s body felt somewhat “stiff.”
As my consciousness rapidly returned, I sat up with a “gabari” and looked at the naked Astarotte lying next to me, completely surprised. To my astonishment, Astarotte, who had been sleeping next to me, had been transformed into the appearance I had dyed in her dream, and she was even wearing the white dress I had given her at the end.
To reflect the appearance dyed in the dream world in the real world… As expected of a succubus who siphons vital energy through dreams! And maintaining this appearance meant she liked it and accepted the summoning contract I requested.
“Hey, Astarotte. Wake up!”
*Yussa, yussa, pechi, pechi*
I gently grabbed her shoulder and shook her, but she didn’t wake up, so I gently tapped her cheek.
“– … Ugh … Good morning, Master. You who removed those hateful shackles and bestowed upon me a wonderful body, are my Master!!”
Astarotte, who had woken up, clung to me with tears welling up in her hazel eyes.
“So, you’ll become my summoned beast?”
“Th-That is… I’m terribly sorry, but I cannot become a summoned beast.”
“Are you going back on your promise?”
“N-No… I accepted the summoning contract… but I have changed from a succubus to a mere human. Therefore, I can no longer perform my duties as a succubus.”
As I listened to Astarotte’s hesitant explanation, I probed her body and confirmed that the evil ki, like miasma, that she had worn had disappeared, and she had indeed become a mere lovely maiden. Come to think of it, I remembered her explaining that succubi who experience true love sometimes transform into humans for the sake of the person they love.
However, Astarotte and I had only met today, and there had been no actual encounters.
“Why… did you become human? I don’t think our connection is that strong…”
“That is… because Master prepared a perfect body for me. Originally, demons are unstable beings in this world. By being given a stable form, my body became fixed in this state.”
“I-Is that so…”
I think I might have overdone it in the dream world. Especially recreating the human internal organs perfectly was probably my mistake.
“A-And, you see. Master, no… My beloved Hal, please take my first time. In this world, I am an orphan… and lonely. Please pierce the vagina opening you created for me with your longed-for cock.”
Astarotte, with her face completely red, confessed all at once and looked down shyly. Looking out the window, it didn’t seem like much time had passed since entering this bedroom. If this were the case, even if I finished Astarotte’s “First Night Ritual” and went downstairs, Swan Hilda and the Holy Spirit Serena, who were waiting in the reception room on the first floor, wouldn’t complain.
“So… although it has become impossible to summon Astarotte as a summoned beast… I will invite you to preside over my adventurer party’s ‘Princess Harem’ in a minor position. If I let such a beautiful girl go, bad elements will quickly gather around her. Come, Astarotte!”
“My beloved Hal, I love you!”
When I called out to Astarotte, she immediately embraced me. A sweet scent drifted from Astarotte’s sparkling, faintly reddish silver hair. It was a sweet fragrance that only a refreshing virgin possessed, a pheromone that enticed men. It seemed that even though she had become human, she still retained some of her succubus traits.
“… It tickles. But it feels good…”
Astarotte, who had become an innocent maiden, trembled slightly. That trembling also stimulated my son (penis), but for now, I decided to suppress it and focus on calming Astarotte. I adopted the standard, but safest, method. That is, I stroked her hair to calm her down.
Astarotte, with her hair being stroked, closed her eyes contentedly and remained still. Occasionally, she would let out a maidenly sigh of “Hoh,” which was bewitching. And before I knew it, Astarotte’s trembling had stopped, and she leaned against my body, resting on me.
Currently, I am naked, and Astarotte is wearing the clean white dress I created for her. It is extremely embarrassing for me to be naked alone. Furthermore, Astarotte clinging to me caused my son to become erect, but by pressing our bodies together, I made sure it wasn’t visible.
In retrospect, I should have created and worn panties myself at that time.
“Are you calmer now?”
I asked Astarotte, battling the shame of being naked myself.
“I feel very calm when Hal strokes my head… It’s strange, isn’t it?”
Astarotte, who seemed to have calmed down a bit, tilted her head cutely with a puzzled expression.
“Then, let’s perform Astarotte’s ‘First Night Ritual’.”
” … Yes … Please treat me kindly for a long time. ”
When I declared the “First Night Ritual,” Astarotte, with a serious expression, greeted me with a formal three-finger bow. I believe such greetings are performed in the Eastern Nations… Perhaps amongst the customers Astarotte, the succubus, encountered, there was someone from the Eastern Nations.
Astarotte said she had never siphoned a gentleman’s vital energy, but she didn’t say she had never read memories. And near me, there was the example of Safiya Brilia Von Collanda, who had been manipulated by Astarotte and transformed into Phantom Thief Le Vina☆Star.
I had Astarotte, who had become human, sit on the edge of the bed. Then, I toyed with her fingers, which were like white fish, and intertwined them with mine. The fingertips of Astarotte, created in her dream world just now, were so slender and delicate that they seemed like they would break easily. When I intertwined them with mine, I could feel her emotions. The fingertips of Astarotte, who had become human, no longer siphoned my vital energy, but I found myself getting excited.
Humans can sometimes communicate intensely even with just their fingertips. It seemed Astarotte felt the same, her cheeks flushing as she surrendered to my every whim.
*Chu ♡, Peropero, Beroberobero, Pakuri, ReroReroRero*
Then, I brought Astarotte’s right hand to my lips, gave her a knight’s kiss on the back of her hand as one would to a princess, and then I put her fingertips in my mouth and licked them.
“It tickles. It feels strange… My chest feels hot.”
I glanced at Astarotte’s complexion and looked down at her bare feet peeking out from beneath the white dress that covered her to her ankles. Come to think of it, I had only created underwear and a white dress, but not shoes or socks.
“Your bare feet are beautiful too.”
I sat in front of Astarotte, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and lifted her right foot slightly after lifting the hem of the white dress. Her newly created right foot had an unnervingly slender ankle, and her whole body felt soft. Perhaps she was more innocent than a sheltered princess.
*Chu, Chupa, Peropero, ReroReroRero*
” … Ah!? Yan, don’t lick me there!”
As a test, I put Astarotte’s big toe in my mouth. Her toes tasted like sugar candy and made me very excited.
“No, no! Not there! I’ll… I’ll lose it!”
Having enjoyed Astarotte’s bare feet, it was time for the main event. I lifted the hem of her white dress further, intending to touch her pure white panties, but she rejected me, holding my hands firmly. It seemed I had been too hasty.
“Hya! My chest… my chest hurts…”
I stood up, my already erect penis rigid. But since it was too late, I quickly caressed her breasts through her white dress. As expected, Astarotte’s attention was focused on my fingers, and she ignored my penis. I was also excited by the thought of ideal breasts hidden beneath.
The white dress Astarotte was wearing was formal attire for a noblewoman of her age when debuting at a social gathering or attending a special tea party. It was an exquisite piece that expressed a noblewoman’s chastity, with a high neckline, long sleeves, and a hem that covered her ankles.
A white sash was wrapped around her waist to emphasize her figure, tied into a rose shape on her left hip. Upon closer inspection of the white fabric, lace was sewn around the cuffs and collar, and the skirt was adorned with luxurious, layered ruffles. Furthermore, the white fabric was lavishly embroidered with silver thread.
This dress was inspired by the white dresses worn by the Party Members in “Princess Harem,” likely reflecting the splendor worn by royalty.
To make Astarotte recognize that her body was mine, after caressing her chest, I gave her a simple kiss on the lips – *chu ♡*.
“…Ugh… Uuu… Uuuu…”
*Chu~u, rero, rerorero, chupa, juru, juru, rerorero rero, chu*
Without missing a beat, I initiated a Deep Kiss with Astarotte, who hadn’t recovered from the shock of our First Kiss. Sometimes I gently bit her lips, tangled with her cute tongue, or made vulgar sounds as I sucked her saliva. I even licked her perfectly aligned teeth and her clean jawline. Of course, I didn’t forget to caress her earlobes and the nape of her neck with gentle bites.
In response to my affection, Astarotte immediately reciprocated. For a moment, I wondered if she had experience as a Succubus, but Astarotte’s flushed face seemed to indicate she was simply doing her best to keep up with me. Truly, this Astarotte was more innocent than I had anticipated, a swan among reeds, a real find.
When I began this foreplay, both my hands were holding Astarotte’s head in place. Now, they were behind her, unfastening the hook at the nape of her white dress, and then fumbling for the decorative buttons beneath. However, the dresses worn by noblewomen were surprisingly complex and peculiar in their construction.
Still, I managed to skillfully unfasten one by one the decorative buttons on the back and then the ones at the cuffs. The preparations to remove the white dress were complete.
“Could you stand here for a moment?”
“Ah, um… I understand.”
Astarotte’s eyes darted nervously, and she hesitated for a moment, but then she stood at my instruction. The back of the white dress was largely open. I had her slip her arms out and slowly lowered the dress, revealing the delicate line of her nape, her shoulders, and the alluring swell of her collarbones.
Her generous cleavage was veiled by the chemise she wore underneath, and beyond that, her breasts were hidden by a bra. Nevertheless, the fabric of the chemise was thin and sheer, allowing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath the bra. Her cute navel was clearly visible. It was hard to imagine a demon, a spiritual being, being born with it, so I assumed I had created it myself.
However, as I recall, her navel seemed to have been there from the beginning. Perhaps Astarotte had replicated it without understanding its purpose when imitating the appearance of a human.
Unfortunately, in my haste, I had forgotten to untie the sash, so I couldn’t lower the dress any further.
Panicked, I untied the rose-shaped knot on her left hip and removed the sash. Then, her waist, with its alluring curves, was revealed, followed by her well-shaped, firm buttocks. The white dress then flowed to the floor with a *sharari* sound.
“You’re beautiful, Astarotte. Will you show me your body thoroughly?”
The moment I asked, Astarotte’s face turned so red it seemed steam would rise from her head. She nodded – *kokkuri*.
“I… I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never felt this way before…”
As if it were a classic maiden’s gesture, Astarotte covered her crotch with her right hand and her breasts with her left arm, looking down.
9. First Night XVI ② ○
“My… body… there’s nothing strange about it, is there?”
Astarotte, still blushing furiously and looking down, lowered her arms that had been hiding her chest and crotch with a stiff, creaking movement, like an oiled-up automaton, and revealed herself to me completely.
Her expression was a mixture of wanting praise and an undefined anxiety. Even in her undergarments, the “First Night Ritual” had only just begun. Astarotte, like a delicate flower on the verge of being crushed by anxiety, trembled slightly.
The vestiges of her former self as an evil Demon from the Demon Realm were gone. What stood before me now was a reborn, delicate maiden.
“You’re beautiful, Astarotte. There can’t be any abnormalities in the body I created. More importantly, how are you feeling?”
“This body… fits well in this world. But my face feels so hot… Ah!?”
Before Astarotte could notice my “rebellious general” of a penis, I embraced her and began kissing her deeply again. Astarotte’s slender body fit perfectly against me when I held her, filling the void in me. This sensation was the same as with my beloved girls in “Princess Harem,” including Alicia. Why are girls such lovable beings? Thinking of Lester the Cleric, who couldn’t experience this wonderful experience, I felt a pang of pity for him, even from my past life.
My tongue invaded Astarotte’s mouth, ravaging her inner mouth. Her lips, a bit thick but beautiful, were just the right thickness; thin lips would look cruel, and too thick would look clumsy. I complimented myself that this was the optimal thickness for Astarotte, who had a somewhat intellectual appearance. The softness of her lips and their pure color were perfect.
*Buchyu ♪ Chu~uuu, chupa, julu, julu, rerorero rero, chu~*
“…Nn… Nnnh… Nnk… Uuun… Nah… Nn…”
As Astarotte and I held each other tightly, our tongues intertwined. Astarotte, formerly a Demon Princess, was a quick learner. Furthermore, her breasts rubbed against my chest, and even though the breasts I had created were still carefully contained, they made my heart pound with just their contact.
“…Nn!? Nnnnnn… Nn! …Nooo!!”
While engaging in a passionate Deep Kiss with Astarotte, I held her back with my left arm to prevent her escape. With my right hand, I caressed her chest, then her abdomen, lower abdomen, and finally reached her crotch. The moment my fingertips touched her female genitalia, Astarotte let out a scream.
Astarotte’s private parts were protected by her pure white panties and chemise, but both were made of thin silk and offered little defense. As I touched her crotch through the chemise, I felt the contours of her female genitalia. Naturally, Astarotte felt it, and she arched back in my arms, but I continued to Deep Kiss her.
My fingertips then caressed the crotch area, which was tightly closed by shame, reaching the slit, a secret yet unknown to any man. Through the two layers of thin silk, I felt the plump sensation of her outer labia and the indentation of the slit.
“Iiiyahh!”
Indeed, as I stroked the slit of her labia, Astarotte couldn’t bear it and screamed, pushing me away with her palms. A small distance opened between us, and Astarotte regained her composure.
“Do you dislike me?”
I asked with a slightly wicked tone and expression.
“I… I was just surprised. The orifices of a Succubus were only for absorbing life force… I was confused. I’m sorry.”
Originally, the orifices of a Succubus, such as the mouth, vagina, and anus, were merely dark voids for drawing in life force. By transforming them into those of a human, she had simply been confused. Nevertheless, Astarotte’s innocent reaction was incredibly cute.
“Then, as punishment, take off your chemise yourself.”
“…Hal-sama is very cruel. But… Master’s orders are absolute…”
Closing her hazel eyes and turning her face away from me, Astarotte raised her left arm to move the shoulder strap of her chemise down to her upper arm. Then, with her right arm, she moved the strap on her left shoulder to her upper arm. She then slowly crossed her arms and slid the shoulder straps off her arms.
I was aroused by Astarotte’s shy act of removing her chemise.
The chemise, now just a piece of cloth covering her torso, was slowly lowered. Thus, only a pure white, high-quality bra remained to cover her upper body. While the bra concealed the swell of her breasts, her ample, large breasts’ cleavage was mostly exposed.
As the chemise was lowered, her well-toned abdomen with its beautiful waistline, the feminine curve of her lower abdomen leading to her cute navel, and her buttocks were revealed. The chemise then fell to the floor with a *shusa* sound.
Now, Astarotte was covered only by a pure white, high-quality bra and pure white, high-quality panties. Even in this state, Astarotte’s beautiful physique was almost entirely visible. Her beauty was undoubtedly enough to topple nations.
“You did well, Astarotte. As a reward, I’ll take you to the bridal bed.”
“Ah… Hal-sama!? Kya!”
I scooped Astarotte up in a bridal carry. She let out a cute scream and bit me affectionately. I gently laid her on the bed, which was to be her bridal bed. However, if I were to face her directly, my erect penis would be visible and might frighten her.
“Ha… Hal-sama… iyan, noooo, aaaahhh ♡ My breasts… *oppai*… iyyyan ♡”
I then climbed onto the bed, propped Astarotte up, and embraced her from behind. While licking the nape of her neck and the back of her ears, I placed my left hand on her body to secure her and inserted my right hand’s fingertips into her bra to directly caress her breasts. Her bowl-shaped large breasts were perfectly optimized for the shape of my palm.
My palm moved mysteriously beneath the bra – *mozomoz* – causing Astarotte to react each time. Her breasts had an incredibly smooth, clinging texture.
“Your nipples are starting to get erect.”
“Hal-sama, please! Don’t say such embarrassing things!”
*Pachin*
“Eh!? Ieeehhh!!”
Judging the timing, I casually unfastened the front hook of the bra, and her beautiful breasts appeared, bouncing with a *poyo’, poyo’* sound. Astarotte screamed at this sudden assault. I licked her neck and squeezed her breasts with both palms – *momi-momi*.
Momi-momi, kuniyuni, momi-momi, kuniyuni
“…Hyaan… Aaan ♡ Ananana… No, you mustn’t… I’ll get out of control!!!”
Astarotte’s breasts, so soft, elastic, and warm, were a work of art optimized for the size of my palms. After caressing them to my satisfaction, I sometimes pinched and pulled her erect nipples with my thumb and index finger, or rubbed them with the pads of my fingers – *korikori*. It was also fun to press her nipples with the pads of my index fingers, causing them to retract.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You slut! You are my female slave!!”
“…Aaaan… Aaan ♡ Don’t say that!!”
Astarotte responded keenly to my verbal abuse.
“…Hiiyaaan… Aaaan… Higi!? Th-that’s no good!!”
I shifted my attack from her breasts, which were partially exposed by the loosened bra, to her private parts, protected by the last bastion, her panties. I spread Astarotte’s legs, which she had closed with both arms, to a certain extent, and began a wriggling motion – *uni-uni* – with my right palm against the fabric of her panties. Astarotte was unexpectedly innocent, and her female genitalia had only just been created by me. I needed to be gentle in my caresses.
Even so, it seemed to be too stimulating for Astarotte. While she tried to close her legs, I used my left hand to hold them open, and stroked her thighs to distract her.
“Iyahyahyah, nooo, nooo, noooooo!!”
Astarotte squirmed her whole body, trying to escape the unfamiliar pleasure, but there was no way I would let her. My right palm was steadily caressing Astarotte’s female genitalia. My fingertips conveyed the information – the plump sensation of her outer labia, the indentation of the slit with my middle finger, and the throbbing of her erect clitoris – with vivid clarity.
My forces were overwhelmingly superior!
Astarotte was panting so much that it seemed so. Her moans were incessant, and Astarotte was enjoying herself. Despite her initial resistance to spreading her legs, she was now boldly wide open.
Punipuni, momi-momi, punipuni, kuchukuchu, momi-momi, guchuguchu
And then, the wet sounds from Astarotte’s crotch became the instruments in the *bedroom*. When I withdrew my palm, her pure white panties were wet.
“Iyahhh, aaaahh, I can’t take it anymore!”
I pushed aside the fabric of her panties, revealing her labia, and brought my fingertips, coated with the love juice moistening the slit, before her eyes.
“Your *place* is all messy. You promiscuous girl!”
“I-I’m not… promiscuous!”
“Then what is this love juice? Try a lick!”
I thrust my love juice-moistened fingertip into Astarotte’s mouth.
“Gulp, gulp. I… I guess I really am a promiscuous Succubus.”
When I subjected her to verbal abuse again, Astarotte finally admitted to being promiscuous and began to despair. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she looked so cute. Had I gone too far? Maybe I should lift her spirits a bit.
“I was lying, Astarotte. This is what happens when you love a girl’s body. You’re so sensitive, Astarotte, and you’re the best girl.”
“R-really? Hal-sama!”
“It’s true, Astarotte. This is your first night, so if you’re not sufficiently wet, it will just hurt.”
“Okay, I’ll try my best.”
I praised Astarotte, who had started to feel dejected, and somehow managed to avert disaster. Meanwhile, my left fingertips once again pushed aside the fabric of her panties, spreading the wet *kuchuri* of her outer labia, and kneading her *omanko* with my middle finger.
Kuchuri, kuchuri, guchu, guchu, guchuri, guchuri
“…Aaaahn ♡ No, no, don’t put your finger there! Don’t knead it!!”
As her *omanko* was attacked, Astarotte moaned and enjoyed it again, but I didn’t stop. On the contrary, as it widened, I added my index finger and caressed with two fingers. The overflowing love juice dripped from her crotch, soaking the futon.
It was probably time for foreplay to end.
“You’re sufficiently wet now, and your *omanko* seems to be adequately expanded. I’m going to take your first time and break your hymen. If you tense up unnecessarily, it will just hurt.”
I gently laid Astarotte, who had been sitting up, back down and turned to face her.
“Th-that!! Hal-sama, it’s scary… Don’t insert something that thick!”
The moment I mentioned breaking her hymen, Astarotte’s gaze was fixed on my erect penis, proudly displayed between my legs. Poor thing, Astarotte, having noticed my magnificent penis, recoiled in terror.
10. First Night XVI ③ ○
“Iiiyahh! Don’t insert that! My *omanko* will split open!”
When I declared the end of foreplay and the beginning of breaking her hymen, Astarotte, her attention drawn to the penis proudly standing between my legs, suddenly recoiled in fear. Originally, Astarotte’s female genitalia did not have an *omanko*… Had an instinctual fear awakened in her now that she was human?
In any case, poor Astarotte seemed to have noticed the greatness of my “son.”
Astarotte tossed her slightly reddish, lustrous silver hair, her hazel eyes, which usually held an intelligent light, now filled with terror, and saliva dripped from the corners of her half-open lips. The pure white bra that should have covered her chest barely remained, its front hook undone, and her beautiful bowl-shaped breasts were flushed red from my caresses, her nipples still erect.
Lowering my gaze, her legs, which had been chastely closed until now, were now carelessly spread open. And Astarotte’s precious pure white panties, which hid her female genitalia, were still in place, but the abundant love juice secreted by my caresses had soaked through the fabric and was dripping onto the futon.
“Don’t worry, Astarotte. Your *omanko* is made to receive my penis.”
I began to persuade Astarotte, but she shook her head from side to side, refusing.
“Lies, lies, no! I won’t let you insert something that thick!! P-please, Master, f-forgive me!”
Astarotte remained stubbornly resistant. However, she had transformed so drastically from her former self as an evil Demon Succubus. At this point, I had no choice but to forcibly break her hymen. Once I inserted myself, Astarotte would surely understand.
“You’re a disobedient young lady.”
“Ieeehhh!”
I grabbed both of Astarotte’s slender ankles and pulled. Dragged across the clean sheets of the futon, Astarotte was brought before me. Streaks of love juice, shed along her escape route, dotted the white sheets. Then, using her waist as a pivot, I lifted her legs and pushed them towards her head, spreading them open with a *gabari* sound.
It had been a while since the “reverse cowgirl” position.
“No, no, I hate this embarrassing pose!”
This time, I deliberately didn’t remove her pure white panties, but the thin silk, moistened by the abundant love juice, clearly outlined the state of her slit and gluteal cleft.
“This sweet and sour *manjiru* scent is aphrodisiac. But it’s sticky and wet.”
“No, no, no! Don’t smell it! Don’t lick it!”
I brought my face close, sniffed her panties, and then gave them a *perori* lick.
Astarotte panicked in the “reverse cowgirl” position and struggled, kicking her long, smooth legs – *batabata* – but it was all in vain.
“Then I will break your hymen.”
With my right hand, I gripped the shaft of my penis, and with my left hand, I pushed aside the fabric of her panties, widening her already wet outer labia and *omanko* with a *kuchuri*. Then, leaning forward, I stood behind Astarotte’s hips and brushed the glans of my penis along her *omanko*, repeatedly stroking the fleshy folds.
“W-wait, Master. Please… Higi!? Iyahhh!!”
My glans, the bell of my penis, contacted Astarotte’s maidenly pink *omanko*, which had been rejecting me until the end, and then, with a *pikipiki* sound, it pushed apart the vaginal walls as my glans was swallowed. Astarotte’s *omanko* had been created to fit my “son,” so its narrowness and tightness were the best.
Furthermore, it was excellent as a famous female orifice, with soft protrusions formed on the vaginal walls stimulating my entire penis. If this continued, I would climax from the sheer pleasure. Ignoring the crying Astarotte, the exploration of my “son” continued. Around the point where about 30% of my shaft was swallowed, the vaginal walls reached a narrow, constricted area. Beyond this lay the hymen.
“It hurts, Master! It hurts! Pull it out!”
As Astarotte swallowed my penis, she cried out and thrashed her legs in a frenzy. Perhaps it was different from merely absorbing life force to accept a penis.
“Then, I’m going to break your hymen, so relax your body! Give it your all, Astarotte!!”
*Zukon*
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
I took a step back and thrust downwards with all my might. My “son” then pierced Astarotte’s hymen.
A brilliant red “bloodstain of proof” flowed from the intersection of my penis and her *omanko*. My penis stopped just before the opening of her uterus. One had to be careful when thrusting from this position, as it could lead to excessive force, but this “Virginity Loss” was perfect.
“Astarotte, the breaking of your hymen is complete. It’s not torn, is it?”
“I feel a strange connection… to Hal-sama. I needed to accept a man’s penis to absorb his life force… Breaking my hymen was very painful, but I also feel a sense of security being with Hal-sama. With this… I am Hal-sama’s.”
Even though Astarotte had been crying and screaming so much, she calmed down as expected after her hymen was broken. After all, it must be scary for a maiden to accept a foreign object like a penis for the first time. And perhaps there was also the fear of having her hymen, the proof of her virginity, broken… However, as a Succubus, Astarotte originally had no *omanko* or hymen… Perhaps the fact that something that wasn’t there was being penetrated made her feel even more terrified.
“Can we move soon?”
“Yes… Excuse me for showing you such an unsightly sight. I’m fine now. But this pose is too embarrassing, can something be done about it?”
“Is that so… Then I’ll handle it.”
I slowly moved Astarotte’s raised legs and, while still connected, changed our position to missionary position.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes, Master. This position is much better.”
“Then I’ll begin thrusting. I’ll start slowly.”
Zuko, zuko, zuko
“…Ah… Ah… Ah… Master’s strong *thing* is stirring inside me.”
As my penis began to move slowly, Astarotte’s voice, a mixture of sighs and moans, escaped her lips.
“…Nnn… Nnnn… Nah… ”
As I squeezed Astarotte’s breasts, I pressed down, kissing her and kneading her breasts simultaneously. Astarotte wrapped her limbs around me and clung to me. We were in close contact, but I managed to continue thrusting by shaking my hips.
Zuko, zuko, gucho, gucho, guchon, guchon
“Aaaahhh, aah ♡ Ananana, I’m coming, I’m coming!!”
“Here, take my semen!!”
Seeing Astarotte reach her first orgasm in her life, I ejaculated the semen I had been holding back. Of course, I took extreme care to ensure the milky fluid did not turn into an elixir, as I wasn’t entirely sure if Astarotte’s body, now human, was completely unaffected.
After this, we made love one more time, and Astarotte seemed satisfied. Now, she was blissfully relaxed beside me.
“Hey, Astarotte. I’m going to cast ‘Washing Magic’ to remove any dirt from your body and the semen inside your vagina. If you wish, I can also regenerate your hymen with ‘Healing Magic,’ but what do you say?”
“I… I want to bear Master’s child, so I don’t need anything. Besides, I never want to experience such pain again.”
“Is that so… However, I’ll be casting ‘Washing Magic’ for my own convenience.”
“N-nooo, don’t take away my baby!”
I chanted ‘Washing Magic’ while listening to Astarotte’s agonized cry. Currently, Alicia and the others were waiting. I couldn’t let Astarotte get pregnant first.
Thus, Astarotte’s “First Night Ritual,” now a mere mortal, concluded without incident. Astarotte stated that she would abandon her fortune-telling inn and come with us. She then changed from her white dress into an elegant dress befitting a young lady of good standing. From the moment she saw the cute accessories in the bedroom and on the bed, I realized Astarotte had a dreamy maiden personality.
It was a headache that this girl with such a charming personality had been masquerading as an old fortune-teller.
Descending the stairs to the first-floor fortune-telling room, we found the corpse of Salitori, the mannequin split in half at the torso, still lying there. Arriving at the waiting room directly connected to the entrance, we found Swan Hilda and the Holy Spirit Serena, no, the Sex Spirit Ero-Oyajin, waiting with *niyaniya* smiles.
“Hal-sama, it seems everything went well, but… whoa!? Astarotte’s appearance has changed so much.”
“Master, I am relieved that you were able to establish the summoning contract.”
“No, it failed. Astarotte has become a mere mortal from a Demon Princess… so she can no longer be a summoned beast.”
“N-no way! But… there’s no miasma from that girl.”
The Holy Spirit Serena, staring intently at Astarotte standing behind me, smartly face-planted in mid-air.
“…So, you chose to be human too. I am Swan Hilda, a Valkyrie, and this little one here is the Holy Spirit Serena, also known as the Sex Spirit Ero-Oyajin. Please be good to us.”
Swan Hilda, seemingly understanding everything, extended her right hand, and Astarotte returned the handshake.
“I look forward to working with you. Speaking of which… the identity of the large insect that seared my left breast was the Holy Spirit… I couldn’t hope to win against it even if I stood on my head. It’s a profit that I wasn’t annihilated.”
Recognizing that she had dealt with world-renowned beings from the Divine Realm, the Valkyrie Swan Hilda and the Holy Spirit Serena, Astarotte seemed to savor the miracle of her survival.
Thus, I added Astarotte as a new companion and returned to the cafe where my other companions were waiting. It appeared we had kept them waiting too long, as Elise had left a note stating she had gone to ‘Lily Lalabai,’ our lodging for the night. The note mentioned that Lily Lalabai was nearby.
*Ton, ton, ton*
“I’m home.”
“I’m back.”
“I’ve returned.”
“…E-excuse me.”
Following Elise’s note, we confirmed our room at Lily Lalabai, our lodging for the night, and then knocked on the door of the rented large room to announce our return.
“Welcome back, Hal. How did it go? And… who is the girl behind you?”
“Hal-sama, welcome back. We are indeed curious about the beautiful girl you’ve brought with you.”
Alicia opened the door, with Elise behind her. Both of them seemed curious about Astarotte, whom we had brought back.
“Alicia, Elise, I’m back. I’ll explain the situation regarding this matter, so please gather everyone.”
” “Yes, understood.” ”
While Alicia’s expression was one of relief at our safe return, Elise wore a wicked smile. Perhaps Elise was thinking about *that*… What a troublesome girl.
11. The Shock of the Demon Realm and Demons
“Um… what is this?! What’s going on? I don’t understand at all…”
In the large living room of Lily Lalabai, our lodging for the night, the assembled party members – primarily Elise, who seemed to be expecting something, along with Alicia and the existing Party Members of “Princess Harem” – contrasted sharply with Safiya, a first-time guest, who wore a look of confusion. She tilted her head as she stared at the beautiful girl we had brought back from the fortune-telling inn.
“Safiya, calm down a moment. Hal-sama will explain the situation. Of course, I’m also curious about the beautiful girl who was brought back…”
Liliana, who would surely become the future mistress, promptly admonished Safiya.
In the living room, there were Alicia, Elise, Mai, Ly, Kirika, Tirna, Edelea, Freya, Dietlinde, Liliana, Shera, Eria, and Safiya joining as a guest, making a total of 13 waiting members. In addition, there were three of us from the fortune-telling inn investigation team – myself, Swan Hilda, and the Holy Spirit Serena – and our “spoils of war”? Astarotte. The room was packed and chaotic.
The living room, also apparently used for large meetings, was equipped with chairs around a long table, allowing everyone to sit. Astarotte, however, who had not yet introduced herself, stood rigidly behind me, her expression clearly indicating her nervousness.
Near the wall, a well-used platform and a wooden plank were placed. The platform was used for the “Quality Check,” an initiation rite for new members of the “Princess Harem” at their base mansion. It was likely Elise who brought it here, intending to have Astarotte, whom I had brought, undergo the “Quality Check.” I wondered what the wooden plank was for.
“It seems there are some complicated matters to discuss. Tirna, I’m sorry to trouble you, but could you prepare some tea and snacks?”
Ly, cutting me off before I could speak, ordered Tirna to prepare tea and snacks. She seemed to exchange glances with someone as well…
“I’ll help too.”
“Of course, I’ll help as well.”
“I… I’ll help too.”
Following Tirna, Edele, Freya, and Eria also got up and left, and soon tea and snacks were served to everyone. Astarotte was also given a seat next to me, and the report meeting began in a calm atmosphere with everyone seated. Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Serena, with her tiny body, sat on my shoulder and enjoyed the tea poured into her special toy teacup.
“Now, let us begin the report meeting regarding the fortune-telling parlor. I will explain the situation step by step, so please ask questions as needed.”
As I declared the start of the meeting, everyone’s gaze turned to Astarotte, the unfamiliar beautiful girl. However, almost everyone was calmly sipping their tea.
“First, to get straight to the point, Astarotte, who is sitting next to me, is the one who was disguised as the old fortune-teller. Due to various circumstances, she will be joining ‘Princess Harem’.”
“It is an honor to be introduced. My name is Astarotte. I hope we can get along from now on.”
Introduced by me, Astarotte stood up from her seat, slightly lifted the hem of her dress, and offered an elegant greeting. Currently, we were all showing our faces, and a unique atmosphere filled with numerous beautiful girls dominated the living room. However, Astarotte greeted us boldly, unfazed.
“W-wait a moment. The Astarotte I commissioned for fortune-telling was indeed an old woman. First of all… first of all…”
Safiya, who had experienced the fortune-telling, naturally objected to my statement. However, as she spoke, her speech gradually became slurred, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
“Tirna, did you drug her!?”
“Yes, it was at Lady Ly’s instruction. It’s just a sleeping agent, and I plan to wake her up with an awakening agent after the meeting concludes.”
“There seemed to be complex circumstances involved. I judged that it would be too much for Safiya, who is participating as a guest.”
Ly’s foresight, as a former princess, was remarkable. She seemed to have grasped the complex hidden circumstances from our demeanor.
“It seems I’ve caused Ly some concern.”
“No, it’s only natural.”
After that, Elise and the others briefly introduced themselves, and the explanation session began.
“Well then, I’ll explain while the guest, Safiya, is asleep. At the fortune-telling parlor we went to, we were greeted by Astarotte, disguised as the old fortune-teller, and Salitori, who played the role of her self-proclaimed grandson. Were the eerie furnishings in the waiting room and the fortune-telling room Astarotte’s taste? Also… Astarotte, please explain about Salitori, who turned out to be a necromancer doll.”
“It was a room with truly terrible taste, and the fortune-telling old woman. Salitori, who was gloomy, was also an unbearable person.”
“I agree.”
Swan Hilda and Holy Spirit Serena, who accompanied me, agreed with my statement.
“Ah, the furnishings in that room… they are for work. My personal taste… is for the bedroom. As for Salitori, he was sent by Lord Barberu to act as both my guard and monitor. I heard he was created by an old mage named Zolgelge, a necromancer.”
Astarotte’s face turned bright red as she explained the taste of the room. So Salitori, the necromancer doll, was also Astarotte’s supervisor. It seemed Astarotte was not as trusted by the demon named Barberu as I thought.
“So… your taste is in that girlish bedroom?”
“…Yes…”
When I confirmed again, Astarotte nodded and then looked down in shame.
“Then, please tell me about Barberu and Zolgelge.”
“I myself was kidnapped and forced to work… so I don’t know the details. I was also bound by Barberu, but Lord Hal should know about that. Also, when did you see through my disguise?”
“When the disguised old woman tried to read my palm, I caught a glimpse of a youthful hand from within the black veil.”
“So, it was almost from the beginning…”
Upon hearing my answer, Astarotte drooped her head in dejection.
“Excuse me, Lord Hal. What is a necromancer doll?”
Here, Elise, the vice-captain of “Princess Harem,” asked a question.
“A necromancer doll is an evil magic that evil mages called necromancers use to control corpses by giving them temporary life. They seem to retain memories from their past lives, but their speech is stiff, their bodies flow with rotten black blood, and when defeated, their bodies rapidly decay and deteriorate. Of course, they are targets for subjugation by the Asgard Holy Church.”
“I-I see.”
Elise looked clearly relieved when asked about the necromancer doll. It was evident that her condition was different. And like Elise, Ly and the others, who had been revived by my “Resurrection Magic,” also looked relieved.
“Now, returning to the story, Astarotte fortune-told my partner and immediately after, I exposed Astarotte’s disguise, and combat ensued. Swan Hilda defeated the necromancer doll Salitori, and the escaping Astarotte was critically wounded by the Sex Spirit Eroyojin’s ‘Breast Grasping’.”
When Swan Hilda muttered the content of her request at the time, everyone turned away.
“I’ll return the short sword I borrowed.”
“Mm.”
Swan Hilda drew the short sword she wore at her waist and returned it to its owner, Mai.
“‘Breast Grasping’ seems embarrassing but harmless…”
This time, Ly, blushing with shame yet looking puzzled, asked.
“That’s related to Astarotte’s true identity. Currently, she’s a normal human, but when we met, she was a low-ranking demon from the demon realm, called the Succubus Princess. And—”
When I told them the details of the incident without any reservations, silence fell over the living room.
“The demon realm, demons, and that this beautiful girl was originally a Succubus Princess who became a normal human for Lord Hal… it sounds preposterous, but is it true?”
Amidst everyone clutching their heads at the unexpected words, Edele, a former demonkin, was the first to speak.
“I believe the word ‘demon’ appeared in an ancient document found in the reliquary box where Holy Spirit Serena was sealed. I speculated that ‘demon’ might be an old term for demonkin, but how is it different?”
Next, Liliana, a researcher of heroes, latched onto the topic.
“Regarding this matter, it seems the gods imposed strict information control, but Holy Spirit Serena, who is a dark history of the gods, knows about it. Demons are—”
I explained about the evil spiritual beings living in the demon realm that I learned about during this incident, the miasma they emitted, and the demonkin that seemed to have changed by absorbing that miasma. I also explained that what “God’s Yoke,” for which Elise serves as the sealing priestess, sealed was the demon realm, and that it was demons invading from there.
Furthermore, I also told them that the royal and imperial families of sealing grounds like the Kingdom of Portland and the Wahl Imperial Kingdom were on the brink of extinction, which weakened the seals and allowed demons to invade this world, known as the human realm.
“As expected, I feel a proud sense of accomplishment for completing a great task.”
Elise, who had heard the explanation, sat back proudly.
“I never imagined that ancient heroes would fight demons… it’s wonderful.”
Liliana, a researcher of heroes, was excited as the mysteries that had been strictly sealed by the gods were revealed.
“But, to think that demonkin were people who changed after being exposed to the miasma that leaked from the demon realm… I have very mixed feelings.”
On the other hand, Edele, a former demonkin, held her head in her hands. In contrast, Swan Hilda surprisingly appeared calm. Perhaps she had been told the truth when invited to the “Garden of the Gods.” And there must have been a gag order on such confidential matters.
However, I did not mention what I did in Astarotte’s dream to make her a summoned beast. Specifically, how I dyed Astarotte’s body with my own hue. And the fact that I overdid it and Astarotte transformed into a human. Looking beside me, Astarotte also seemed relieved.
“S-so… Lord Hal. Holy Spirit Serena was a de facto member, but I believe she and Astarotte need to undergo a baptism of passage rites as well.”
As initially predicted, Elise, with a dark smile, requested the “Quality Check” be performed. However, what was unexpected was that Holy Spirit Serena was included. I wondered if it was possible for the elusive Holy Spirit Serena to undergo a “Quality Check.”
12. Quality Check ① △
“I suppose I can allow it… but Holy Spirit Serena is elusive!”
“Thank you. As expected of you, Lord Hal.”
Immediately after Elise’s request for the “Quality Check” of Holy Spirit Serena and Astarotte was permitted by me, a scream erupted.
“Eek! W-what are you doing!?”
“I have captured the Sex Spirit Eroyojin alive. As expected, I am loved by the fire spirits.”
Ignoring the conversation between me and Elise, Distlinde, who was loved by the fire spirits, grabbed Holy Spirit Serena, who was sitting on my shoulder, with her bare hands.
“I’ll help too!”
“I’ll help as well.”
This time, Kirika brought out a prop case, and Freya moved the wooden plank leaning against the wall to the center of the long table.
“Help me, help me! M-masterrrrr!”
Holy Spirit Serena was tied to the wooden plank with ropes at her wrists and ankles, completely spread-eagled. Her two pairs of transparent wings were also secured with special clasps. The situation was strikingly similar to how Astarotte was bound in her dream, and she looked like an insect waiting to be made into a specimen.
“Sex Spirit Eroyojin, you can’t escape, can you?”
“W-what have you done to me?”
“Those ropes are from inside that reliquary box. In other words, they were given by the gods to restrain you when you misbehave. Give up.”
Ly made her grand entrance here and began explaining with her extensive knowledge.
Looking at Holy Spirit Serena, I saw the Sex Spirit Eroyojin struggling pathetically in the center of the wooden plank. According to Ly’s explanation, in addition to the space where Holy Spirit Serena was housed, the reliquary box had hidden drawers. And it seemed these contained items like ropes, which the gods gave people to capture Sex Spirit Eroyojin.
“Tonight’s scalpel yearns for blood.”
Kirika, spouting ominous words, untied the rope from her prop case, which was wrapped in cloth, and spread it out. Inside were various tweezers, scalpels, forceps, and other instruments that looked like surgical tools. In other words, it was an anatomical set for making insect specimens. Kirika was wearing a white coat, presumably intending to act as a female doctor.
“No! No! I don’t want to die! M-master, please save meeeee!!”
*Thwack*
“Hiiieeeeee… I-I don’t want tooo!”
Kirika thrust the scalpel next to Holy Spirit Serena’s face. Perhaps out of fear, even the mighty Holy Spirit Serena became quiet after a scream.
“Finally, you’ve calmed down. We will now proceed with the ‘dissection’ of the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, or rather, the ‘Quality Check’.”
Holy Spirit Serena’s current appearance was as follows.
Her light peach-colored hair spread out on the wooden plank where she was tied. On her head, she wore a wreath woven with small flowers, and her attire was a divine, pure white toga. The hem of the toga concealed her calves, and she wore light sandals woven from reeds on her feet.
Next, she was bound with ropes at her wrists and ankles, pulled taut in a spread-eagle position. Furthermore, her wings, her pride, were also secured with fasteners. And a scalpel was stuck right beside her head.
“Now, we will begin the ‘Quality Check’ surgery on the Sex Spirit Eroyojin. The surgical procedure will be the Undressing and Nakedness Procedure.”
When Kirika declared the start of the Sex Spirit Eroyojin’s “Quality Check,” cheers erupted from the surroundings. It seemed it was time for Holy Spirit Serena to pay for her past arrogance.
“Lord Hal, will I be bound and violated again?”
Astarotte, with a pale face, asked from next to me.
“It’s okay. Normally, you just climb onto the platform by the wall and undress sensually… It’s a vow, like a promise to not hide anything from your comrades… Also, new members get to observe. It’s a bit of fun. However, in Holy Spirit Serena’s case, it seems there’s also revenge for the ‘Breast Grasping’ and the expectation that she might try to escape.”
“I-I see… But it’s embarrassing to undress in front of everyone.”
This time, Astarotte, with a pure and innocent heart, turned red.
“First, the headdress and sandals as a start.”
Kirika placed a metal bat next to the wooden plank where the Sex Spirit Eroyojin was tied, and placed the headdress and sandals, picked up with tweezers, inside it.
“Uhyhyhy… S-stop itttt!”
Then, Shera, holding a thin brush, approached and began tickling the soles of the Sex Spirit Eroyojin’s feet with the tip of the brush. The Sex Spirit Eroyojin pleaded with a tearful smile to stop, but Shera’s tail wagged happily.
“Well, now for the main event. Since she’s sewn onto the wooden plank, we’ll have to rip the toga.”
“I, I was wrong… please save me.”
“Take it as a good medicine for once.”
Swan Hilda delivered the final blow to the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, who was begging for her life. Behind Kirika stood everyone except me and Astarotte. Kirika skillfully untied the knot of the toga with tweezers, lifted it, and cut it with specially shaped scissors she held in her other hand, placing it into the metal bat. Then, taking out a brush and an inkstone from her pocket, she wrote “Ero’s Grave” in the empty space on the wooden plank.
“Now it’s my turn. I wanted to thank you for the ‘Breast Grasping’ too.”
The second person was Eria. Following Kirika, she also cut the toga. Eria, who was a former young prostitute, seemed embarrassed after leaving that life and living as a normal adventurer. She then wrote “The fate of Ero.”
“After all, gratitude is necessary.”
The third person was Edele. She smiled and cut the toga. She then wrote, “Black History, Present Here!”
“I also believe that gratitude is necessary for what was done to me as a noble.”
The fourth person was Alicia, whose eyes, uncharacteristically, were fixed on the Sex Spirit Eroyojin with a cold gaze. To make even the gentle Alicia wear such an expression… the Sex Spirit Eroyojin was truly formidable! She then wrote, “God, smite this Ero.”
“Cause… and effect…”
The fifth person was Mai. According to Kirika, both Mai and Kirika, who had small breasts, harbored resentment towards the Sex Spirit Eroyojin for looking at them with pity during the “Breast Grasping.” Mai then scrawled, “Enemy of the small-breasted, sleeps here.”
By the time everyone had had their turn, the toga had been reduced to tiny scraps of cloth, and all that protected the Sex Spirit Eroyojin was the tunic worn around her waist. The Sex Spirit Eroyojin, who was actually a beautiful girl, exposed her small breasts and slender figure. However, the wooden plank, on which she was bound, was covered with messages from everyone, ruining her beauty.
“Well, only one piece of underwear remains. For the last piece, we’ll let Astarotte, who was critically wounded by the ‘Breast Grasping,’ take care of it.”
“Is it alright for a newcomer like me?”
Astarotte showed a hesitant expression at Kirika’s suggestion, but after a moment’s pause, she took the tweezers and scissors from Kirika.
“Sex Spirit Eroyojin, be prepared. I went through a lot because of that one attack…”
“I, I… was just thrown by my master.”
“But it was your will to open my clothes, expose my breasts, and grope them, wasn’t it?”
“Th-that… it was like my instinct. If there are breasts in front of my eyes, it’s human nature to want to touch them. N-noooo!”
Astarotte skillfully untied the tunic with tweezers, and finally, the wicked Sex Spirit Eroyojin was stripped naked.
“Now, Sex Spirit Eroyojin, I heard you also received the ‘First Night Ritual’ from Lord Hal. Which one will be the finale?”
Kirika was once again facing the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, who had been beautifully disrobed and was now completely naked. Placed before the Sex Spirit Eroyojin were three rods of different thicknesses. Upon closer inspection, the ends of the rods were carved into the shape of penises. However, the thickest rod was thicker than the Sex Spirit Eroyojin’s body…
“I, I was wrong. From now on, I will not do anything without your consent, so please forgive meeeee!”
“It can’t be helped. Please forgive her.”
“It must have been a good lesson for the Sex Spirit Eroyojin. With this, the ‘Quality Check’ for Holy Spirit Serena has successfully concluded.”
Ly, the first victim, showed understanding towards the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, who was begging for forgiveness while crying again. Ly then continued, declaring the end of the “Quality Check,” and Holy Spirit Serena was released. The moment Holy Spirit Serena was freed from her bonds, the scraps of her clothing, placed in the metal bat, dissolved into seven-colored light orbs and enveloped her body. When the light subsided, she was back in her original toga.
“Somehow, my turn is over. Next is the Incubus Princess, Astarotte.”
And the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, seemingly not too shaken, grinned a dark smile reminiscent of Elise and declared that it was now Astarotte’s turn.
13. Quality Check ② △
The irregular “Quality Check” for Holy Spirit Serena concluded, and it was now Astarotte’s turn, who was sitting next to me. The platform that had been by the wall was brought to an empty space on the upper side.
“Now, it’s Astarotte’s turn. Undress as sensually as possible.”
Elise, with a dark smile, announced the start of the “Quality Check” to Astarotte.
“I, I… I’m embarrassed.”
Astarotte, called upon by Elise, dutifully stood up, but her face was flushed red, and her arms were crossed over her chest, trembling slightly. As expected, Astarotte’s pure nature was cute. Although the demon realm she originally inhabited was a harsh world ruled by blood and violence, Astarotte, being a succubus with limited direct attack methods, must have lived by hiding.
However, it is difficult for us with physical bodies to imagine worlds woven by spiritual beings. Come to think of it, the “Garden of the Gods,” where the Valkyries reside, is at a lower level than the worlds inhabited by higher gods, which are worlds of spiritual beings. Perhaps gods and demons live similar lives, just with opposite natures.
Currently, Astarotte was wearing an outfit befitting a young lady of good standing, different from the white dress I had put on her in my dream. Her slightly reddish beautiful silver hair was loosely braided into a three-strand braid. The silver hair ornament, shaped like a lily flower, made a cool “shara-shara” sound whenever it moved.
Her face, without makeup, had intelligent hazel-colored, yellowish eyes. Her fair, fine-textured skin and slightly thick, sensual lips that looked like they had been colored with rouge were enticing to men.
Her outfit was a modest dark blue long dress, but pure white lace was sewn around the cuffs and collar, giving her a pure appearance. The pearl necklace hanging from her neck suited her well. Looking down, her pure white socks occasionally peeked out from her black, polished leather shoes.
“You seem very shy. If you climb onto the platform, shall I help you undress?”
Considering Astarotte’s demeanor, Tirna offered a helping hand?
“Girls are indeed innocent and lovely. Unlike some Eroling Spirit, I find her quite likable.”
Liliana seemed to have taken a liking to Astarotte.
“Even though I am a holy being… why am I not understood? Everyone is deceived by the appearance of the evil former Succubus Princess.”
Holy Spirit Serena, who was sitting on my shoulder again, muttered complaints.
“Astarotte-san, this passage rite has been experienced by everyone here. You should also undress at ease.”
Liliana again offered advice. She seemed to be very fond of Astarotte, offering her help.
“..B-but, it’s embarrassing.”
“I see, then I’ll help you.”
Liliana took Astarotte’s hand and walked towards the platform. Astarotte, led by Liliana, a beauty who could overthrow kingdoms, blushed for a different reason than before. And Astarotte finally climbed onto the platform.
“Liliana-sama, please use this.”
“Thank you, Tirna. You’re very considerate.”
Tirna, being thoughtful, moved a side table next to the platform to place her discarded clothes and accessories.
“Your hair color. It’s so beautiful. Reddish silver hair is very rare.”
Liliana, standing behind Astarotte, who stood straight in the center of the platform, stroked her hair to calm her down, then gently removed the silver lily-shaped hair ornament and placed it on the side table. Then, she moved her hand to Astarotte’s nape and removed the pearl necklace as well.
“You have a faint sweet scent of a maiden. How adorable…”
“Am… am I strange?”
Astarotte whispered to Liliana, trembling slightly.
“If you make your debut in society, men will flock to you.”
“Th-thank you.”
Praising her, Astarotte smiled.
“Tirna, could you bring a chair?”
“Liliana, I’ll bring it.”
This time, Lyushienne, instead of Tirna, brought a chair to the platform.
“Liliana seems to have taken quite a liking to Astarotte. While I’ll let you have this one, I’ve also taken a liking to her.”
“Lady Lyushienne, I apologize, but I claimed Astarotte first.”
“Is that so… I understand, Liliana.”
Lyushienne said this with a meaningful smile before returning to her seat.
“Now, please sit in the chair.”
“Y-yes, Liliana-sama.”
Liliana crouched down in front of Astarotte, who was sitting in the chair, lifted the hem of her dress somewhat, and then slowly lifted her right leg, removing the black leather shoes and pure white socks, exposing her bare foot.
“Your legs are also very beautiful.”
“Th-thank you.”
With Astarotte looking down, Liliana removed the left shoe and sock as well, then made her stand up again. Tirna immediately retrieved the chair, its role fulfilled.
“Now for the dress.”
“Y-yes… but it’s very embarrassing.”
“You are truly adorable. I’m starting to awaken to Lady Sophie’s tastes too.”
“Liliana, I won’t forgive you for that.”
“That’s right, that’s right!”
“One troublemaker like that is enough.”
Liliana’s mumbled words were met with immediate reactions from Lyushienne, Swan Hilda, and Elise, and she gave a wry smile.
“…Ah… Un♡ …my breasts are a little chafed…”
Astarotte’s dress, which she was wearing, apparently had buttons on the front. As Liliana fumbled with the buttons to undo them, a cute, faint voice leaked out. Meanwhile, Liliana unbuttoned the shell buttons that reached her stomach and began to remove the dress, opening the front. From the opened neckline, her fresh, fair skin peeked out. She seemed to be wearing comfortable cotton underwear.
“Liliana-sama, it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s alright, Astarotte. Leave it to me.”
While saying this, Liliana steadily removed Astarotte’s dress. The dress, pulled off her shoulders, flowed onto the platform with a cool rustling sound.
Astarotte was wearing an off-white cotton shirt, but no bra, and the swell of her breasts and her nipples were revealed by the shadows. Perhaps she felt something from Liliana’s caressing of her chest…
As for the underwear covering her crotch area, she was wearing cute strawberry-patterned panties. It seemed Astarotte had a preference for panties.
“What a truly cute girl. Please raise your hands a little.”
“Yes, Liliana-sama.”
Astarotte, with a dazed expression, raised her hands. Liliana then lifted the hem of her shirt with her delicate fingertips. Naturally, her well-defined waist was revealed, followed by her chest, and as I thought I saw the swell of her breasts, beautiful bowl-shaped breasts popped out. Her nipples were erect, as hinted by the shadows. Nevertheless, they were breasts I had created, and their color and shape were perfect.
“Kya♡ I-it’s embarrassing.”
Astarotte, now naked from the waist up, hid her breasts with her arms, but since Liliana was assisting with the undressing, there were no boos.
“The last piece. Still, such cute panties.”
“Liliana-sama, please spare me this one thing.”
“I don’t dislike girls who put up a good fight in such situations.”
Liliana smiled wryly and slowly lowered the cute strawberry-patterned panties. As her pubic mound appeared, and the swelling of her clitoris, covered by her clitoral hood, became visible, Astarotte covered her genitals with her left hand. Her panties were already around her thighs, and Astarotte was now completely naked.
“You are very beautiful, Astarotte. To think that a former demon could be this beautiful… Now, finally, please imitate my pose and take the ‘Quality Check’ pose.”
Then, mustering her last bit of courage, as if to say a woman’s bravery is paramount, Astarotte placed both hands on her hips, spread her legs, puffed out her chest, and struck the “Quality Check” pose.
“I have confirmed that Astarotte’s body is also free of flaws.”
As I declared the end of the “Quality Check,” Astarotte hurriedly began to put on her clothes. Come to think of it, I had forgotten during Holy Spirit Serena’s turn because it had been so long, but since no one pointed it out, I decided to ignore it.
Thus, Holy Spirit Serena and the former Succubus Princess Astarotte, who had officially become members of “Princess Harem,” were accepted by everyone. Meanwhile, the Sex Spirit Eroyojin, who loved breasts, was quiet, as if drooling and frozen on my shoulder. Astarotte, on the other hand, was chatting with the party members, surrounded by them.
Finally, returning to the state we were in during the meeting, we pretended nothing unusual had happened and told Safiya, who had woken up after being given an awakening agent, that the meeting had concluded while she was asleep. Although Safiya looked puzzled, it was understandable since she was a guest participant.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 36 “Astarotte” is completed with “It’s a reward in our industry.”
Episode 37 “Alicia VI and Eria III” is scheduled for posting from October 1st.
The [Summer Vacation Special Project] which started on July 1st has also concluded successfully, and I am relieved.
