Fallen Brides: Mimiru — Questionable Metaphors

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Sorry for another long delay. I've been busier than expected in Japan, and I've also been trying to get more work done on other translation projects (mostly Shut Hell). My desk here is also not super comfortable for sitting at typing, so I've gotten a lot more done in draft on paper than I have typed up to post. There have of course also been... other considerations. (Did you know that Ninja Slayer is significantly longer than A Song of Ice and Fire?) The good news is that I'll be done here and back in the states in about a week, and I have the whole story drafted now, which should make getting it ready to post here fairly quick.

So, without further ado, here's 5,000+ words to make up for the month of waiting. The transformation scene is over, and this chunk starts us in on Elt's encounter with the new Mimiru, conspicuously unspecified weapon in hand. Only about five pages to go now, although MGE novellas use very large pages (figured in terms of word count, Fallen Brides is actually roughly as long as Infinite Jest).

Next up will be Sasha's chapter, possibly interspersed with some shorter pieces.

"Oof! What in the world...?"

Elt was confused. He had never before found himself in such a strange predicament. After being informed of a monster attack by his fellow soldiers, he had taken his preferred weapon in hand, opened the door of the barracks and gone outside. That much made sense. But why, when he got outside, was there no one else around; not even Instructor Mercè, who ought to have left the barracks with him? And his surroundings... Surely they were the same as always, and yet there was something unnatural about them.

Elt saw the scenery that had become familiar to him during his time in the Order of Holy Knights: The bakery that filled the townspeople's bellies; the weapon shop and armor that supplied the knights; the liquor shop to which Instructor Mercè took him, and from which he regularly had to carry her home; and all the other places that Elt frequented or passed by in his daily life. The familiar scene stretched on before his eyes, but... he hardly recognized it in its present state. He had never seen or heard of Lescatié at midday without throngs of passersby and the lively babble of voices.

"...In any case, I've got to look for the townsfolk and the other soldiers!"

Elt, though caught up in an unusual situation, knew his duty as a member of the Order of Holy Knights. Weapon in hand, he ran through a world devoid of sound. His first duty was to safely evacuate the residents. Following that idea, Elt opened the door of a house and stepped inside... but the sight that met his eyes was certainly not the entrance hall of an ordinary home.

It was the interior of Lescatié's highest institution of magic, the College of Sorcery. From the room's structure and layout, Elt could easily guess that he was in a corner of the Great Church Library, said to house "all the gathered knowledge of the world."

"H-how did I end up here...?"

It might have been due to a distortion in space, but Elt knew nothing of such things. He just told himself to do his duty, and decided to proceed into the College of Sorcery while keeping an eye out for people. After all, in his present circumstances, stopping where he was would not only do him no good, it might actually make things worse.

Cluttered books; parchment reports that looked as though they had been written in a hurry; maps, taken from the library only at severe penalty, on which the geography of Lescatié's outlying regions was recorded... All had been left lying on various desks. They appeared to have been used, but when Elt stretched out a hand to touch the books, his fingers found only air.

Shocked, he stretched out his hand once more. As before, it met no resistance. Half disbelieving, he tried to touch the desk... and his hand sunk into it with no sensation at all.

What in the world...? Elt sensed danger in the peculiarity of the space in which he found himself and seemed close to panicking, but with a few deep breaths he managed to rally. Calmer now, he decided to check the titles of the books he had tried to touch.

"...Tacticians' First Principles, The Seven Oaths, Facts and Fictions of the Catastrophist Creed... All books Mimiru recommended to me..."

Then he took a look at the unfinished parchments, and... as Elt had guessed, they contained a treatise Mimiru had once boastfully forced him to listen to. She probably meant to present it at the next conference. Only the afterword remained to be written.

The instant Elt unsuspectingly touched the loose parchments, a vision rose in his brain.

The sepia-toned scene was of a day in the Great Church Library. A lone girl was approaching a desk carrying a large stack of books. It was Mimiru. It must have been terribly heavy labor for a girl of her tender years, but her nearby colleagues made no move to lend a hand. Surely it would not have been so if she had had even a single friend, or if there had been anyone to show concern for her with no thought for their own loss and gain...

A man approached her, but it was plain from his face that he was only trying to curry favor with Mimiru. Anyone could see it. Mimiru lightly parried his advances and went on carrying the large stack of books to the desk alone. From an outsider's perspective, Mimiru could hardly fail to appear disagreeable and obstinate, but Elt saw things differently. He vaguely felt that she had no choice.

I've seen enough, but...

When Elt's consciousness was pulled back from the sepia scenery to the untouchable library, he found that the books, parchment and everything else were vanishing before he could get his bearings. And that wasn't all. Even the Great Library itself was being covered in darkness, which spread from behind Elt...!

He had to flee! His feet moved faster than his thoughts, running towards the emergency exit beside the return slot. Hurry! Faster! Faster! Still clutching his weapon, Elt through open the emergency exit and slipped through.

Beyond the door was a room of strangely vivid colors, predominantly reds. The closet overflowed with clothes covered in frilly decorations, and dolls modeled after various animals lay carelessly scattered about. Trophies and Awards bestowed by the state lay abandoned among them, practically buried.

It didn't take Elt long to figure out that this was Mimiru's room. As before, his body passed straight through the stuffed animals, the bed, and everything else. He didn't know why, but perhaps he had somehow lost his way and strayed into that sort of world.

Elt moved around the room with no regard for the positions of objects in space, like a character in debug mode. As he wandered, a teddy bear a size or two smaller than the other stuffed animals caught his eye. It was more frayed at the seams than any of the others, one of its eyes had come loose, and the other had been replaced with a pearl-yellow, four-holed button.

Elt stretched out a hand to the doll, the most disparate object in the room... and the world turned sepia.

Again...

Mimiru lay face down on the bed, pushing something against her ears. Her expression was gradually becoming suffused with despair and sorrow. She was crying while trying not to make a sound. There was no sound in the sepia vision, but Elt still felt as though he could hear Mimiru's sobs.

I wonder what she could have heard...

Weapon in hand, he made to grasp the doorknob and leave the room... but he passed through that too. Was he locked in? Elt was growing impatient, but when, on the off chance, he tried knocking, neither the light wooden sound of the door, nor even its touch met his hand.

Elt passed his whole body through the door like that. Directly beyond it was the living room, the for happy family gatherings. It was really an unbelievable arrangement of rooms, but Elt did his best to ignore it. Instead, he focused on... Mimiru's parents, conversing right in front of him.

There was her father, boorishly ranting as he reclined amid a litter of empty bottles and opened yet another expensive drink in spite of his bright red face.

There was her mother, futilely adorned with cosmetics and jewels. She was noncommittally warding off her husband's foolish suggestions, but making no attempt to put a stop to them.

He could not tell what they were saying in this soundless place, but he could easily guess from the reaction he had witnessed a moment before that their words meant sorrow and despair to Mimiru.

If this is what her parents are like, no wonder she can't depend on them...

Mimiru's parents disappeared from view with the conclusion of the sepia reminiscence, and a new door formed beyond where they had been. Then, from behind Elt, the darkness resumed its approach. Darkness that blackly suffused everything, as if it were trying to engulf Elt along with the room...

Still clutching his weapon, Elt leapt through the door into the next area.

It was the royal palace. In the past, he had occasionally accompanied Wilmarina here to play with the fourth princess, Francisca, but the place he was in now was different. He was sure he had never set foot in this part of the palace before.

Come to think of it, Mimiru did say she's involved in the Order of Holy Knights' operations...

Elt had heard that Mimiru used a conference room in a corner of the royal palace when she was deciding on operational timetables and drawing up estimates of the materials that would be needed to commence battle. If that was true, did Mimiru come here often...?

First of all, I've got to figure out a way to get out of here...

Elt was now in a corridor. He was probably meant to go into one of the rooms branching off it. Which meant, he supposed, that he would have to try the doors one by one. That idea, however, was immediately refuted.

"...What? A wall?"

When Elt tried to approach the first door, an invisible wall blocked his way. It had the feel of konjac jelly without the moisture, and showed no sign of giving way when Elt pushed against it, or even when he slashed at it with his weapon. If he could not go this way, it followed that there was only one door he could take. Maybe he ought to consider this good luck. Or maybe...

Thinking about it won't get me anywhere. I've got no choice now.

Shaking his head, Elt went to open the door... then pitched forward and tumbled inside. He had forgotten that doors and doorknobs were meaningless here.

When he reoriented himself and looked around, he found that he was in a simple-looking room with a round table set in its center. A map of the continent adorned the wall to the right of the door as one entered. A number of arrows marked on it probably represented established routes of advance and retreat. Of course, there was no certainty they would be used if it did come to war...

The only thing on the table was a single operations report. It probably marked Mimiru's usual seat. Touch that... and he was back to the world of sepia.

This time, it seemed Mimiru was expounding on the flaws of and possible improvements to an operation based on the materials provided to her. The sight of Mimiru, sometimes circling a relevant passage with a quill pen here, sometimes drawing attention to the lack of necessary funds there, was fresh to Elt. Seeing is believing, as the saying goes.

The reactions of the higher ups, however, were rather unfavorable. There were those who offered compliments, but even Elt could tell that they were merely superficial. However ideal the plan, if it did not suit these people, it would not be adopted. He did not like it, but this was how the "real world" was.

Mimiru's misfortune was that she had caught a glimpse of that world too soon, been forced to immerse herself in it, and even then relegated to the role of a wildcard without patron or supporters. Of course, even Elt could easily tell that most of the people in attendance at this meeting were eminent figures.

...So, they've been trying to use Mimiru to serve their own selfishness, egotism and vanity...

Elt was alone in the world of restored color, recalling the scenes he had witnessed.

Even in the College of Sorcery, Mimiru was alone.

Even in her own home, Mimiru was alone.

She had no supporters.

There was no one... who understood her.

...Almost like an orphan. No, maybe even worse than that.

At any rate, there was no one she could rely on. Not even if she did have the strength and the brains to overcome her environment.

An obstinate girl. An overreaching child. That was how Elt had assessed her. But it wasn't so much that she was overreaching as it was that she had to overreach.

If she had been normal, would she have escaped being placed in this horribly lonely situation?

In Mimiru's surroundings, the "talent" that had been bestowed on Mimiru by the gods, by the heavens, had become a "poison" that ate away at her. Perhaps her ostentatious displays of that talent had been a message — a plea that she wanted to be freed of that poison...?

The approaching blackness worried Elt. It had already drawn to near for him to flee.

"...Hm? Damn!"

It wasn't like it had been before. The conference room itself was crumbling away. Blackness, pitch blackness, was blotting it out. He could no longer even see the next door. At last the ceiling was darkness, the walls were darkness, the floor was darkness, and...

He felt like he was floating.

"Huh...? Aaahh!"

As soon as he became aware of that sensation, his body began falling towards hell...

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"...Mmm... Aah... Aah...♪"

He could hear a voice from far away. It came to him from above the surface of his consciousness, as if through water. There was something bewitching in its tones, but more than that... it sounded childlike. It caught on something in Elt's mind, as if he remembered hearing it before...

He did not know how far he had fallen, but the fact that he could think this clearly probably meant that he was still alive. If so, he ought to be able to wake up.

"...Hm...?"

When he awoke, he was at the base of the clock tower, one of Lescatié's most famous tourist destinations. But now a strange plant had put down roots in it, and the hands, which ought to have been perfectly straight, were obscenely twisted, shaped almost like succubi tails. He was still alone, of course, but the figures he could see just a short distance away were those of women pinning men down or in the act of performing open air sex.

When he shifted his gaze back to look ahead of him, he saw a pink-haired girl being violated by tentacles. No, she practically begging, letting the tentacles that sprouted from the ground and held her aloft violate her as they pleased... but not permitting them to enter the precious spot between her legs.

"Ah! Nnh. Aahhn♪"

The tentacles were brushing her nipples, which stood erect on her immature breasts. Numerous cilia sprouting from their undersides firmly strummed her teats, plastering every last tiny crevice with goo. From time to time sucker-shaped tentacles stimulated them as well, making as if to chew on them. All the while she was drooling and demanding "More, more!"

Tentacles were running all over her body. Several of diverse shapes and sizes, their tips covered in irregular bumps, had intruded so far into her anus that it looked as if her rectum might burst. Her body leapt magnificently every time the tentacles gouged into her intestines, beckoning them still further inside her.

Other tentacles that sometimes thrust into her mouth poured a sweet liquid which combined the properties of a stamina tonic and an aphrodisiac inside her, healing her throat and restoring her stamina. The effects of the fluid turned even the stimulation of the tentacles, which would have torn her apart had she been an ordinary girl, into an almost maddening pleasure.

The tentacles between her thighs merely clung there, caressing her so as not to break her hymen. While she endured the desire for her labia to be penetrated, the pleasure brought about by this fully-automated masturbation welled up in her, and pushed her body past the peak of climax...!

"Mmnnnaaaaahhh♪♪♪♪♪"

The tentacles could not completely absorb the flood of love juice that overflowed from her groin. It spilled out around them and dripped to the ground. New tentacles sprouted from the spots where it fell and bent over her, trying to decide what part of her they ought to caress. At the same time, she was making the old tentacles evaporate into a pink mist.

With more earsplitting moans, she climaxed again, and again, and again. All the while her love juices poured out like water from a sprinkler or a watering can, shrouding her body in pink mist and giving birth to more fresh tentacles, which she made assault her afresh...

After her umpteenth climax, her body lowered and she alighted on the ground. As she did so, the tentacles all vanished, changing into a pink mist of unusual thickness. The mist, which carried a sweet, strawberry scent, scattered throughout the area around the base of the clock tower, filling it to the brim. Still basking in the afterglow of climax, she — Mimiru — turned to face Elt, who was rooted the ground with shock, with a vacant grin.

"Aah...♪ Good morning, big brother! I mean, El♪"

"L-little... Mimiru...?"

Elt could not believe that Mimiru, a cornerstone of Lescatié's military power, was standing before him as a witch, and in such an immodest guise.

"That's right♪"

The rational, somehow strained manner Mimiru had always displayed in the barracks was completely gone, replaced with an honest — and yet dissolute — grin unbefitting her age. Not the least shadow of her former manner could be seen.

With a sucking sound, Mimiru's tentacles detached from her private parts. Her tender bud, which not even her tentacles had yet entered, was already swollen and plump, dripping goo mingled with love juices to the ground. Then, eyes upturned, she began to plead with Elt.

"Big brother... play with me♪"

Drip, drip, drip. Love juices were flowing from her unclad groin, and where they touched the ground new tentacles sprung up one after another. Elt suspect what Mimiru meant by "play," but all he could do was helplessly back away. No, he couldn't even do that. He hadn't the strength.

"Come on, El... I got really, re-ally messy just to be ready for you...♪"

It terrified Elt that Mimiru could call that almost insanely fierce intercourse "getting ready," but he did not move. He was sinking slowly to the ground, as if all his sinews had gone slack...

Mimiru sighed, coquettishly. Her breath was colorless and transparent, but it nonetheless contained an aphrodisiac more concentrated than the pink mist. Perhaps that was why Elt was unable to stop the bulge slowly beginning to rise at his groin.

While noisily licking her index finger, Mimiru touched two fingers of her other hand to her groin and spread them wide. Her , which, even though she had become a monster, had never been used, proffered innumerable folds of pink flesh simultaneously possessed both the freshness of a young maiden and the obscenity of a whore. Copious love juices were overflowing from deep inside her. In place of the usual sour smell, a fragrance like distilled roses struck the still-immobile Elt full in the face, blunting his thoughts and reflexes.

"Aah...♪ Come on... Give me lots of huggles... Lots and lots♪"

As Mimiru spoke, Elt, who had conveniently regained control of both his arms, tried to distance himself from Mimiru. He raised himself up on his hands and pushed himself backwards, heedless of the scraping flagstones. His course, however, was cut short by tentacles that had sprung up behind him without his noticing and now plastered his back with syrupy goo. He cringed at the chill, like giant tongues trying to crawl into his clothes, but he soon realized that things would not end there.

Elt could feel an oozing pain, an ache, slowly spreading from the places the goo touched him. At the same time, he felt a strange sense of release from his back, as if some sort of barrier there had been removed. Then Elt realized what was really happening — the goo was rendering his skin more sensitive and simultaneously dissolving the cloth that covered it! Turning the tables was now completely out of the question!

Elt could not tell whether or not Mimiru was aware of his growing desperation. She generated another tentacle from her back, brought its tip close to her face, and rubbed her cheek against it with a dreamy expression, the way one might treat a precious child or a cute animal.

"Doesn't it feel great, El...? Scraping against the ground like that hurts, so I made it all slippery for you♪"

"M-Mimiru, stop..."

Mimiru could not tell whether Elt meant the way she was rubbing the tentacle, or the way she was cornering him.

"...Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why'...?"

There was something in Mimiru's expression as she returned his question with her head tilted and eyes slightly upturned that shocked Elt. But, though bewildered, he maintained control of himself, took a deep breath, and tried to come up with an answer. The sweet fragrance jolting Elt's brain was disarranging his thoughts, but he bore up with sheer willpower, and...

"W-well... Mimiru, you're still..."

"Age has nothing to do with it♪"

Elt froze with his mouth hanging open. What he had wanted to say had been anticipated and rejected. Of course, it was the answer he should have expected from a monster. Mimiru was still obstinate, and her obstinacy had blocked off his only remaining course of action.

As Mimiru drew nearer, the pink mist that hung in the air all round grew thicker, and the sweet fragrance grew stronger to match it. The almost choking vapor was eroding Elt's ability to think as though scraping away at it with a file.

"Even if... it doesn't matter to you... I..."

"Don't worry♪ You'll enjoy it too, big brother...♪"

"I told you... That's... a problem..."

"It's fine♪ Mimiru's going to make you feel great♪"

Monsters' valued centered on pleasure or the lack thereof, and humans who became monsters acted on the same principles. Even Elt knew that. But actually speaking with someone he knew who had become a monster drove home just how striking that tendency could be. He knew that, but knowing did nothing to help him think of a way to make it through this predicament.

His body was growing heavier by degrees. Elt was assailed by the sensation that he himself was gradually changing into something else. But at the same time, his ability to think about such things continued to be stolen away. Then...

"Big brother...♪ El...♪"

Mimiru finally caught hold of Elt. Aphrodisiac-laced pink mana-mist was suffusing every nook and cranny of Elt's body and rendering him unable to move. Elt felt a scorching heat deep inside his immobile body. Unable even to lift his weapon, he was practically a carp on the chopping block.

"Hee Hee...♪ Oh Elll...♪"

Straddling his hips, Mimiru kissed Elt, who had been robbed of the strength to resist. While wetly pressing her lips to his, she tried to slip her tongue inside him. Elt grit his teeth in an effort to prevent her intrusion, but a strange, sudden chill on his back diverted his attention, and he ended up allowing Mimiru's tongue to enter in spite of himself. The source of the chill was the tentacle that had plastered him with goo before and now licked up his back again.

"...Nnh... Mmm...♪"

Mimiru's tongue, having accomplished the invasion of Elt's mouth, was ravishing his insides as it pleased. It was dancing passionately in Elt's mouth — licking along the front of his teeth, coating his gums with drool, conscientiously ravishing the backs of his teeth as if trying to scrape them free of plaque, twining itself around his own tongue, and tasting the saliva that built up underneath it. Elt's tongue, captured by Mimiru's, was forced to follow her lead and join in the lascivious dance.

That tentacles that formed Mimiru's clothes oozed out a large quantity of thick goo. It dripped onto Elt's clothes in obedience to gravity and immediately ate into the fabric, becoming a lotion that covered him from chest to hips. As an ache like static electricity spread over Elt's skin, his member was liberated from its cloth fetters and pointed skyward as if to announce its presence.

Once the lotion had left Elt as naked as the day he was born, Mimiru began to rub her body up and down against Elt's in time to the movements of her tongue. Elt's burly chest was now so sensitive that every brush of Mimiru's breasts, erogenous zones in their own right, felt like an electric shock. A somehow impatient sensuality was welling up between them. Mimiru next began to rub her private parts against Elt's tempered abs. She felt her crotch moisten with every rub of her swollen clitoris against his hard muscles.

Elt, meanwhile was still trying to resist. He hovered on the threshold between confusion and pleasure. The passionate dance of their tongues had begun to ignite the lust that lay dormant deep inside him, and Mimiru's masturbatory rubbing was pouring oil on that flame. Added to that, the mist that suffused his body had rendered it a minefield, and he could not say what might set it off. He still had not crossed the final line, but he had no way of knowing what would happen next. After all... his mind, thoughts grinding to a halt, was getting into a state in which it would be quite capable of giving him the go ahead for intercourse with Mimiru. And judging by the thing standing tall between his legs, Elt's body was already in the mood.

Mimiru traced curves and spirals on his skin, nearly touching his meat pole and giving him intermittent pleasure, but she still showed no sign of breaking off her kiss. Saliva was pouring thickly from Mimiru's mouth into his. To Elt, it tasted like straight gum syrup being poured down his throat, so sweet that he could hardly believe it was a product of the human body. At the same time, Mimiru was also slurping up Elt's saliva. His mouth was entirely coated in Mimiru's drool, as sweet as the air around them, and inside it her tongue danced and danced. It's movements made him think in turns of a passionate tango, a brisk cha-cha, and a classical waltz at the royal court.

Without Elt noticing, both their bodies had left the flagstones and were now floating about thirty centimeters off the ground. In that position, Elt could feel the weight and warmth of Mimiru's body even more intensely than before. Mimiru stretched out her arms and wrapped her hands around Elt's back. Just like that, not even moving, she squeezed him tight, tight, pressing her skin close against his. She wrapped both her legs around him as well, and now they were in the posture Mimiru had first called "huggles."

Gradually, Elt noticed the movements of her hips were stopping. He thought that her tongue had also grown sluggish in its movements, as if it was tired from dancing...

Having stopped kissing for the moment, the two shifted their postures and gazed into each other's eyes. Their faces looked just short of locking together in another tryst, but they held back and the strands of drool stretched between their lips ended up dripping back into Elt's mouth.

"El..."

Mimiru slid her body towards Elt's hips. Her smooth skin glided over his sensitive flesh in a single motion, imparting a ticklish sensation almost as if he had been brushed with a feather in a particularly sensitive spot. Even as the feeling spread, Mimiru's buttocks, grown slightly more plump as a result of her monstrous transformation, stopped just where Elt's enlarged member would come to rest between them.

"...So big♪"

Mimiru's chest throbbed at the size of the thing she could sense through the feel of its impact on her the soft flesh of her bottom, but still she did not invite it inside. She only pressed her face against Elt's burly chest and rubbed her cheek against it as she clung to him with both hands and both feet, as if her aim was merely to feel his presence.

Mimiru breathed deep over and over, imbibing Elt's scent. The scent of her dear, dear "big brother." It seemed like just the smell of him was enough to make her feel at ease. To Elt, the feeling of Mimiru's sighs swaying the hair on his chest added to the aphrodisiac perfume that her whole body exuded was unbearably tantalizing. He could feel the semen accumulating inside his scrotum. His brain, now thoroughly ravished by the mist, began to issue commands. It ordered him to pierce the girl before him with the hardness between his legs.

Elt refused the order, his willpower hanging on my a single thread. And yet, somehow, a command reached his still immobile arms. Forward, forward, forward...

"Ah...! Huggles...♪"

Mimiru's clothes were really just disguised tentacles, but those tentacles were made of Mimiru's mana, which had grown so great that her body could barely contain it due to her rebirth as a witch, and she could make them materialize or dematerialize at will. At present Mimiru was anticipating intercourse with Elt as her main dish, and was making her tentacles appear superficially clothing "-like." Of course, they had shown their true for a just a moment when they had dripped goo onto Elt's chest and when they had plastered it on his back...

What Elt was now embracing was, therefore, Mimiru's plain, unadulterated body. He had sense her delicacy and immaturity ever since he had laid eyes on her, but embracing and being embraced by her like this forced him to recognize them afresh. Her slender arms seemed as if even a common, nameless soldier like him might break them with little effort. What did fate have in store for her, unable to escape by force if she was pushed down...? Probably nothing good.

"...So warm...♪"

Direct contact with Elt's body heat made Mimiru narrow her eyes. While rubbing her cheek against his body, she was hugging him tighter, squeezing their skins even closer together. Drip, drip, love juices flowed from her secret place onto Elt's skin, perhaps from joy. Elt could feel her tiny asterisk squirm greedily through his rigid member.

As the pair held each other tight, all but a portion of the tentacles surrounding them were slowly dissolving into pink mist. Mimiru was unconsciously making them change create a world where she could see nothing but Elt, Elt could see nothing but her, and no one looking into the cloud from outside could see either of them — a world just for the two of them. The composition of the mist was gradually making their skins more sensitive. Both their bodies had become so sensitive that, if they had been ordinary people, even the lightest tap on the heel would have sent pleasure running through them like an electric shock. Mimiru's movements, which looked like gentle flirting, were actually stimulating them both to the heights of sexual pleasure.

Every time Mimiru let out a long, mana-laced breath, the obscene fragrance it carried did a little more to dissolve Elt's will. Sweat flowed freely from Mimiru's skin, and as it dripped and clung to Elt's body, as it evaporated into an obscene perfume with a slightly sour scent, something was building up in Elt's body, making his rigid member protrude still further.

Elt, aware of Mimiru's past, no longer had any thought of pulling away from her as she made a show of yielding herself to him from the bottom of her heart. No matter if the face that now looked up into his wore the vacant grin of a monster out for sex.

Rather, Elt was actually beginning to hope for that grin. He wanted to savor her gorgeous body, to caress her slender arms, to grope her unripe chest, to lick her perfectly plump thighs — then he wanted to stick it in her, and cum inside her to his heart's content. In the toils of Mimiru's tongue foreplay, and now her almost melting embrace, Elt's body was already changing into that of an incubus. And as if to match his body... his will too gave in.

"Ah... Nnh♪"