Chapter 76 Mercuria Kingdom Uprising, Part ⑦
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Fufu, this pure little lady—can I have her?” Haruka said, eyeing the monitor.
”Haruka, you’d better take care of her properly,” El replied, her voice tinged with exasperation.
”I know, I know,” Haruka said playfully. “C’mere, cutie.” She fiddled with the console beside Tsubasa.
On the monitor, Taniella’s party trudged through the dungeon’s corridors, unaware they’d been looping the same path for a while. Haruka’s tweaks sent Maeya, trailing at the back, down a separate route.
”Alright, I’ll be back,” Haruka said, confirming Maeya’s path before slipping out of the Control Room.
* * *
Something’s wrong. Maeya frowned. Taniella and the others, just ahead moments ago, had vanished. How? Did I get lost?
She tilted her head, confused. The path had been straight, dimly lit, but with no side routes. Even lagging slightly, she shouldn’t have lost them. Yet here she was, alone in a small, shadowy room. No one was around. She turned to backtrack, but the path was gone. I’m trapped.
”Goddess, please guide me,” Maeya prayed, closing her eyes. Silence answered, and her shoulders slumped. “Was I wrong to ignore your voice?”
When Taniella’s group set out for Aaren Plain, Maeya had intended to join them. But at the last moment, a divine oracle warned, “Do not go.” She’d agonized over it. Taniella, bound by knight order duties, had no choice. Maeya faced two paths: stay safe and watch her friends face danger, or defy the oracle and stand by them. I couldn’t abandon them, she thought. But now, she wondered if there’d been another way.
Her moment of doubt was all it took. Vines erupted from the floor, coiling around her body. “What—?”
In an instant, her limbs were bound, her freedom stolen. “No… stop!” Her screams turned to pleas as green tendrils pinned her arms and legs to the ground. The more she struggled, the tighter they gripped, her clothes creaking under the strain.
A tendril brushed her neck, sending shivers across her skin—not disgust, but a reflex to the alien sensation. Its slime left a cold trail that warmed against her flesh. Why… this?
Maeya fought desperately, fear and confusion swirling. The tendrils redirected her strength, tightening their hold. A thin vine slipped under her clothes, grazing her soft stomach. She gasped, holding her breath.
A sweet sigh escaped, shocking her. She bit her lip, but the tendrils pressed deeper, relentless. “No… please, stop…” Her voice trembled, growing weaker. The vines, as if knowing her body, sought her most sensitive spots. A slimy tip traced her inner thigh, making her hips jerk involuntarily.
”Not… there…” Her plea was faint, her body betraying her with each touch. Her breathing grew ragged, sweat beading on her forehead. The tendrils quickened, tearing her clothes further. This is wrong…
Yet a deep heat stirred within, clouding her thoughts. As a tendril neared her most private place, her resistance melted. “No… but… my body…” Her words dwindled, moans slipping through. Fear faded from her eyes, replaced by a confused, pleasure-tinged glow.
”This… it’s new…” Overwhelmed, her body responded despite her will, swept up in the tendrils’ precise movements. Shame and pleasure tangled, blurring her mind. The relentless stimulation opened her further, a shift stirring within.
”No… I can’t… become this…” Her final protests faded, drowned by waves of pleasure. Her body trembled, her voice turning sultry, echoing in the dim room.
Maeya couldn’t comprehend what was happening. A tendril climbed her ankle, prying her knees apart as another pinned her thighs. Her struggling hands were bound above her head. “Stop…!”
Her face burned with shame and fear, her torn clothes exposing her most vulnerable parts. The cold air stung her skin as she writhed. “Don’t look…!”
Her plea was futile. A thick tendril approached, its slimy tip dripping. I’m scared… what’s it going to do?
As it touched her entrance, her body froze. Pressure overwhelmed her, stealing her breath. “It hurts… stop…!” Tears spilled at the sharp pain, her purity torn away.
The tendril pressed deeper, filling her with unbearable weight. She gasped in short bursts. As the pain eased, a new sensation emerged—a tingling wave from deep within. No… I don’t want this…
The tendril’s movements quickened, its slime easing the friction. Pain gave way to a strange warmth her body began to crave. Her voice shifted, sweet and unsteady. This isn’t me… I didn’t want this…
Yet her hips moved with the rhythm, her will crumbling under growing pleasure. “No… please… I’m… breaking…” Her words mixed with moans, her body tightening around the tendril as if seeking more. The wet sounds of friction filled the air.
”I can’t… it’s too much… no… but it feels…” Her rationality drowned, her voice a mix of resistance and surrender, lost to the overwhelming tide.
Maeya’s thoughts blurred, drowning in waves of pleasure. She fought desperately to resist, but her body betrayed her, yielding to the torrent of sensation. I’m not this kind of person…
The edge of climax surged through her. The tendrils quickened, striking her nerves with unrelenting precision. Her vision whitened, her breath caught in her throat. “No… I can’t… no more… please, no…!”
Her last shred of rationality crumbled as a tendril thrust deep. A shattering wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, drawing a wordless moan. Her back arched, her body convulsing. “Oh… no… I can’t…!”
Her mind blanked, consciousness fading. In the lingering afterglow, tears traced her cheeks—not from pain, but from the realization she’d surrendered completely to the pleasure.
”Fufu, felt good, didn’t it?” a voice teased.
Maeya’s unfocused eyes turned toward the speaker. “Who…?”
”Me, your Master,” Haruka said, her fingers gliding along Maeya’s thigh, still bound by tendrils. Each touch sent shivers through her damp skin.
”No… stop…” Maeya’s voice, meant to resist, carried a heated undertone. The tendrils writhed softly, slipping beneath her torn clothes. Their cold, slick touch made her gasp.
”Fufu, so sensitive,” Haruka purred. “You’re not as pure as you pretend.” Her fingers grazed Maeya’s chest, teasing. “How do you know my name…?” Maeya stammered, cut off by a sharp moan as Haruka’s touch deepened.
”Feeling it, aren’t you?” Haruka whispered in her ear. “You want more, don’t you?”
”No… that’s not…” Maeya protested weakly.
”No excuses,” Haruka said. “Look—your body’s loving this.” A tendril reached her most sensitive spot, and Maeya’s back arched again, a sweet sigh escaping. “Not there… please… no…”
”Not there?” Haruka mocked. “But that’s where it feels best, isn’t it? Your body’s honest.” Her honeyed voice seeped into Maeya’s mind, toxic and consuming. The tendrils targeted the same spot relentlessly, her body burning hotter.
”You can’t fight it anymore,” Haruka said. “Admit it—you love being toyed with like this.”
”No… I’m not… please… no…” Each attempt to speak was drowned by moans, the tendrils’ movements intensifying. Tears of shame and pleasure mingled on her face.
”Crying? How cute,” Haruka said. “But it’s not enough, is it? You want more.” She lifted Maeya’s chin, their eyes meeting. In that moment, Maeya knew—she couldn’t resist.
”Say it,” Haruka urged. “Say, ‘Toy with me more.’”
”I can’t… please…” Maeya gasped, cut off by another surge of pleasure.
”Fufu, I’ll toy with you until you’re honest,” Haruka said, her fingers teasing Maeya’s sensitive spots.
”No… not there… I can’t…” Maeya shook her head, but Haruka ignored her, intensifying the assault. “No… I’m… I’m going to…!”
Just as Maeya teetered on the edge, Haruka stopped everything. The pulsing waves in Maeya’s body ebbed, leaving her trembling. “Why…?”
”Fufu, you don’t want it?” Haruka teased. “Beg properly, and I’ll let you finish.”
The torment resumed, pushing Maeya back toward climax, only to stop again at the brink. The cycle repeated, each pause agonizing. “Well?” Haruka giggled. “Ready to be honest?”
After a quivering silence, Maeya’s voice broke. “Please… let me finish…”
”Just finish?” Haruka taunted.
”…Toy with me… please… toy with Maeya…”
The words unleashed the tendrils’ full force. Pleasure tore through her, a scream stifled as a tendril filled her mouth. “Good girl,” Haruka said, stroking Maeya’s hair, then her cheek, her touch sliding to Maeya’s chest. “You’re mine now. I’ll pamper you all night—starting with making you lose yourself.”
Maeya nodded faintly, a weak “no…” muffled by the tendril. Tears welled, but her eyes betrayed a glimmer of undeniable pleasure. Haruka smiled, guiding her deeper into the abyss.
Notes:
• Haruka – A classmate who have Harvester gift. She keeps her distance from Ichiro, focused on her role in training. One of Setsugekka.
• Tsubasa – A classmate, and a gift holder of Creator. He has an androgynous charm, popular yet approachable, bonds with Taichi’s group. The only son of the Ninari Conglomerate family.
• Maeya – Human Saint in Taniella’s four-woman party. Level 27, skilled in holy and healing magic. Appears during Mercuria’s Dungeon expedition, supporting allies as healer and balancing the team. No direct ties to Kanata’s group. Trait: calm, devoted support mage.
• Taniella – Commoner knight of Mercuria’s Knight Order appearing after failed mass invasion of the Dungeon. Challenges commander Nui Tanggamus’s tactics to save soldiers. Commands 100 troops to prove her plan. Ally of Mary. Trait: brave, duty-bound.
• Aaren Plain – Grassland east of Florence, flanked by Mercuria (south), Alefgard (north), and Alfheim (west). Trade artery for food, steel, and elven goods; lifeline in peace, choke point in blockade. Reminder: Florence’s survival hinges on this crossroads.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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