Volume 10 Chapter 43 Return ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The lake stretched out before him, vast and dark.
Where… where was this?
Night’s shroud hung heavy, swallowing the world. Deep in some forest, perhaps, or nestled in the mountains. Klock stood in a clearing ringed by trees, the water too expansive for a mere puddle.
Why the hell am I here?
This has to be a dream.
Even for a dream, it felt unnaturally real. His feet pressed solidly into the earth. A faint chill kissed his skin, a gentle breeze brushing his cheeks.
If you drink from these pure spirit springs, your wish shall be granted.
…Huh?
The words echoed in his mind, not quite heard through his ears—hazy, elusive.
He didn’t know why he was here. Or what was being said to him. Or what was happening at all. Confusion clouded everything; nothing felt clear.
”I don’t have any wishes,” he muttered aloud, the thought spilling out unfiltered.
Because he truly had none. No desires, and no goals. He believed he could handle anything on his own, without begging for favors.
Ripples spread across the lake. Not from dripping water. Circles bloomed from empty air above, layering outward. Like a fish nibbling the surface, it hinted at something coming.
…!!
Horns. Branched in a shape he’d never seen, rising from the water.
Long hair fanned out across the surface. A human head emerged silently, crawling up from the depths. Horns on a person. A woman, from the hair. Starlight glinted faintly on a blank face and scales that shimmered.
…What the hell is this thing?
Some race I’ve never heard of.
She hooked her arms onto the land, hauling her upper body ashore. Breasts hung heavy as her naked form was bared.
Scales covered her cheeks, her neck. Shoulders, arms, torso—like armor plating her entire body. Nothing like the merfolk with their fish tails. Fishkin didn’t have horns, and this woman had a human lower body cloaked in scales.
You—
She crawled toward him on all fours. A shiver of dread crawled up his spine; he stepped back. Her eyes locked on his, and tension gripped his throat, stealing his breath—
”Good morning, Master…♡”
”Huh?”
He jolted awake to endless green. Grasslands, or perhaps manicured lawns. Klock sat up abruptly against the well-tended earth.
”…Feels like I was just dreaming.”
”Oh, Master. If it was a dream, we’re about to start one right now.”
A sweet scent teased his nose. He turned to see a girl in overall skirts—petite, the kind who looked at home reading under a tree—gazing down at him with an adorably radiant smile.
Crimson Spire.
He glanced at his hands, his body. Already, he recognized the pull of the past. This was the familiar trait of Dream of Blissful Return.
”Why’d you call me here?”
”Master, don’t be mean. A clever man like you should already know.”
That smirking Kispe. When she put it like that, it was obvious. The reciprocity would be demanded in Crimson Spire. He scratched his cheek with a sigh.
”Hey there. First time meeting you, right, Klock?”
”Huh?”
”I’m Bors. Ring any bells if I say Asura Prince Bors?”
”Bors? You’re Kispe’s…”
Where had he left his white horse? The figure before him was every inch a prince… or rather, a princess. Klock blinked at the strikingly gallant features.
”Sis, you’re a girl today.”
”Whoops, that’s right.”
Bors smiled softly, a vision straight from a painting. He’d heard the stories, but this was Kispe’s sister through and through. Three times more androgynously handsome than expected.
Kispe stepped closer to Bors. They were twins, weren’t they? But side by side, Bors stood taller. Given Kispe’s tiny frame, Bors was maybe mid-one-fifties in height.
Kispe’s hands moved to Bors’s chest, sliding down smoothly, parting the fabric. Twin peaks spilled out from the valley between. What had looked flat now revealed impressively full breasts. How could anyone claim to be a brother with those? The androgynous air shattered in an instant, transforming into breathtaking beauty. Both sisters were masters at hiding their curves under clothes.
”This is my sister, Kushi. I called you here today for one reason—something about her.”
He raised an eyebrow at their smiling faces. A sister appearing here was unexpected.
”As you probably know, we succubi operate in the wasteland as mental bodies. Even if the mental body dies, we can revive as long as the physical body and soul remain.”
”…Yeah.”
”But constructing a mental body isn’t infinite. Like tiring out and needing rest, if it’s defeated, it needs recovery.”
”I see.”
He already knew where this was going, so his responses grew half-hearted.
”I’ve heard you took down one of my comrade’s kids? Well, not exactly defeated, but close enough. I took damage bad enough to hit my activity limit. Ended up back in Crimson Spire, and now I need recovery to descend to the wasteland again. Natural recovery over time would take years.”
Klock stood, brushing dirt from his pants with sharp pats. Kushi sidled up like a lover, wrapping around his arm.
”That’s why we want vitality from a living human. For my sister’s revival.”
Kispe clung to his other arm with practiced ease, her slender fingers tracing up his thigh.
”…Got it.”
”You’ve been spoiling my little sister quite a bit, haven’t you? Naturally, you’ll take care of her big sister too, right?”
What kind of logic was that? Marrying a demon to make her a sister-in-law? Joke’s on them.
”Of course, sis. Master switches girls like clothes. Even against succubi, his cock has energy to spare. Right now, he’s holding back just to taste you♡”
”Wow, that’s impressive. You know we’re succubi and still go all out? Poor Kispe must be getting used up…♡”
”What do you two take me for?”
In tonight’s dream walk, Klock’s mind stayed his own—probably thanks to Cianie Knife’s mental protection. But his body had regressed to those blissful days of old.
Led by the demon sisters, young Klock was pulled along, half-dragged to a castle that Cianie had destroyed. In the dream’s weave, shaped by Kispe’s whims, it stood restored. Grinning succubi soldiers saw them off as they entered a vast bedroom dominated by a ridiculously huge bed.
”Master, tonight we’ll milk you dry♡”
”…For real?”
Kispe’s clothes dropped with a soft thud. In just underwear, she unhooked her bra and climbed onto the bed on her knees. Succubi attendants gathered the discarded Princess Asura garments.
”You get to serve us sisters. No one else in eternity could handle it. Treat yourself like a king tonight. We’ll pamper you until morning light hits the wasteland you.”
With a plush bounce, he was pushed onto the bed. Kushi, already stripped bare, flaunted her toned stomach and swaying breasts. Her clothes vanished with the attendants, who exited with wicked grins.
”Alright, master. Start with an apology kiss right here.”
She straddled his head on her knees. Up close, the neat slit and smooth skin. Her fingers spread it open with a soft part.
”Huh? Apology for what?”
Of course. For all the ways you’ve had your fun with my precious little sister. Treating her like a toy you can drain essence from without killing her—keeping a princess soaked in cum for a full day. I’ve heard some awful things.”
”It’s true, sis♡ Master’s always so rough just because he thinks I’m cute. I put on pretty underwear, and he rips it off and tosses it aside. No matter how obediently I serve or how sweetly I smile, he won’t even call me cute once. It makes me so, so sad…”
”Hey. A lot of that’s bullshit.”
Kispe sniffled with a grin; Kushi’s mouth curved into a wicked smirk.
They just wanted him painted as the villain—words were pointless. Klock gave up denying it. Too much hassle.
He sank into the plush bed as the sisters straddled him. Kushi’s cunt tasted like flower honey against his tongue; Kispe’s mouth wrapped his shaft in slow, sticky heat. Under the guise of “apology,” he lapped at the elder while the younger milked him dry without effort.
Against ordinary humans, this would be a harem feast. These two were anything but ordinary.
Essence drain, they said, killed any human who took it.
Klock didn’t die.
Demonic tongues traced his tip, sucking like straws. He clung to Kushi’s hips, spilling into Kispe again and again. Even when his legs buckled from the drinking, life never slipped away.
”Sis… here…”
”Mmm…♡”
Kispe offered cloudy white on her tongue. Kushi drew it in with soft, wet pulls.
”Well? Does my Master suit your taste?”
”Yeah. Rich vitality. If he can give this much every time, I’d sign a contract myself.”
”No way, sis. I’m the only contracted succubus. You get the cock—that’s all.”
”Fufu♡ Right. The main course is still ahead.”
The demon girls turned.
Three loads already spent in Kispe’s mouth. Klock’s breath came ragged, but he’d endured direct draining.
”Poor Master, all take and no give♡”
”Huh?”
”Letting girls control your cock and looking satisfied about it. A real man should pin us down and prove it.”
He was the only one sweating; the sisters glowed, untouched by fatigue. Kispe giggled, utterly composed.
”Don’t be unreasonable, Kispe. Two of us against one Chosen One? Even he’s only human.”
Kushi slid beside her sister, cheeks flushed. Side by side, they flashed teasing smiles.
”Come to think of it, I forgot—Master’s from an inferior race. Humans: countless, weak, shameless about it. Surrounded by noble women like us, you can’t even speak, can you? Sorry, Master. Expecting more from someone so pathetic was wrong…♡”
”My bad, little king. Just spread your legs like a good girl and offer that cock. We’ll handle the rest…♡”
As they leaned in—
”Hey. Line those asses up, now.”
Veins throbbed at his temple, face far from boyish. The sisters tumbled onto the sheets. He shoved them down with a plush bounce; delighted grins split demonic faces.
”Ah…♡”
”Kya♡”
His rigid length speared Kushi, carving deep. No mercy—hips slammed hard, raw. He used the elder succubus like a sleeve while fingers worked the younger.
”Uah♡ He’s devouring my womb… a boy is devouring me…♡”
”Fufu♡ Never dreamed this day would come.”
Kispe watched her sister taken. Kushi stared at the shaft grinding her belly.
”Kushi. Were you a virgin too?”
”Hm? Jealous? Be flattered. I kill males with a touch. Never been penetrated. My first is yours, little king…♡”
Tight heat clenched. Skin slapped loud. Each thrust kneaded him in slick, practiced walls—too good for a first time.
”Kill with touch—essence drain on contact?”
”Exactly. But you lived. You kissed and tongued my cunt. For the first time I get why women call male lust vile. Makes me want to gag.”
So the earlier act had been a test.
”Hey, don’t fuck with me. You let me, then talk shit? And who said you could drain whenever?”
”What’s wrong with it? Come on—flood my belly. You’ve got plenty. Empty everything inside.”
Heat surged from within—forced drain. Pleasure-pain crested; his cock pulsed wildly.
”It’s coming…♡ Uah—?! UAAAAHH…♡♡”
The moment he released, Kushi convulsed. He buried deep, weight pinning her smaller frame, pumping thick ropes.
Violent suction dragged seed into her core. Hips jerked on instinct, grinding the head against her depths with each spurt.
”It’s pouring♡ Throb-throb, so much…♡”
Kispe circled behind, fingers at his root, feeling every pulse. Normally he’d snap at her staring; now ecstasy locked him to Kushi, shuddering through endless release.
”Amazing…♡ This is a boy’s taste…♡”
Kushi’s eyes watered; breath came harsh. She stroked the head buried in her breasts, sighing sweet.
”How was it, sis?”
”Incredible. Totally different from girls. Makes me realize women are meant for men.”
”Fufu♡ You might never forget…♡”
Klock staggered up, panting. Lips met his the instant he lifted his face—tongue slipping in, tender.
”…Hey. You two into girls too?”
The question slipped out, exhaustion loosening his filter.
”Master! Such crude phrasing.”
”True. If we wanted boys, we’d have touched ages ago. No essence from the same sex—interest is natural.”
They’d kissed earlier, casual as breathing. It clicked.
”Humans need the opposite sex, I hear. Succubi are different.”
”We connect with other races. Same species is the exception. Gender’s secondary.”
”…Got it.”
Any non-succubus worked for them—even women. But essence came only from the opposite sex.
Lovers were meals.
I keep a few cute girls around me, you know. I want to get back to the wasteland soon—for my lovers. Kispe, you’ve got that favorite in the wasteland too, right? Viola.”
”Sis! She’s just convenient, that’s all.”
The words hit like a slap.
”Wait… Viola worshipped you like that and…”
”Nfufu♡”
Kispe hid her mouth behind delicate fingers, playing coy.
Here, of all places, the truth about Viola spilled out. That obsessive devotion. Kispe’s talk of making her the next familiar…
”Hold on. Viola’s your girl…?”
”Nooo. Just convenient.”
”What the hell does ‘convenient’ mean?”
”Mmm… I let her serve as a reward, played with her. Sex slave, I guess.”
Klock’s lip twitched.
So the vampire nobles weren’t the only ones twisting Viola. Kispe had molded her into a toy. Centuries of boredom had warped the succubus too.
”Kispe. Legs up.”
”Eek♡ Scary, Master. Am I getting punished♡?”
He seized her ankle, yanked her close. Forced her thighs apart, slid between them, and drove in as he loomed over the girl. Her soaked cunt—already teased by fingers while she watched her sister—swallowed him whole.
”No fair, Master♡ Today’s sis’s turn…!!”
”Then why the hell are you naked? Don’t play innocent after begging for it—”
”Yaaan♡”
You’re the one who deserves the collar.
He slammed home with that thought. Hoisted her legs high, kissed her hard, hips cracking loud. Breath rasped hot against his ear.
”That’s how you always do it…♡”
Now the sister watched him ruin the younger. He sucked her breasts, dragged tongue along her throat, scraped slick walls raw. Pleasure built again—forced heat surging from within.
”Nmuu♡♡”
Her arms locked around his back. Her body arched; he pinned her down and flooded her belly. Lips stayed fused, ragged breaths through noses as he ground deep.
Still spurting, he shoved harder, devouring her cunt. Broke the kiss, latched onto a breast, suckled while the endless release painted her insides.
Warmth and bliss wrapped him as he poured offering after offering. Forced climax—seconds stretching into eternity.
”Master, one load and my tummy’s already sloshing♡”
She scooped leaking white with her fingers, licked it clean, smirking.
Klock had no attention left for taunts. Kushi’s mouth was already working his shaft, rolling it over her tongue while seed dripped down her thighs.
”That felt amazing♡ My turn on top now. I’ll make it so good…♡”
”Master, abandoning me already? I’ll be lonely. Come right back when you’re done…♡”
”…”
One-on-one, even Kispe had surrendered.
Two sisters? He was outmatched. They rested; he didn’t. Direct drains sapped him with every round.
He lost count of the orgasms. The bed was a battlefield of stains.
Klock lay wrecked.
”Thanks. I can descend to the wasteland now.”
Kushi’s casual words confirmed one night had revived her.
The sisters left—seed trailing down their legs—heading for bath or wardrobe.
Klock slipped out unseen.
”Gonna die. Seriously gonna die.”
Nearly killed by his own familiar, the boy fled the castle again. Never thought he’d escape this place twice. Buttoning his shirt on the run, he crept through corridors. At a T-junction lined with doors, he peered cautiously—
”BOOOOM!!”
”Gwah?!”
Ambushed from behind.
”Hey hey, this is Alice territory!! Intruder pays the toll!!”
”Wait—Alice…!?”
”Payment in cock, of course♡”
Sudden reunion with the rabbit demon.
Absurdly long beast ears. Pale-blue maid dress straight from a fairy tale. Unlike Kispe’s little-sister act, her breasts strained openly against thin fabric.
Monstrous strength yanked his pants down. His shaft—still rigid from the sisters—slapped his stomach. Instantly engulfed with a wet pop. A strangled groan escaped the boyish man.
”You—first thing after ages apart is this?!”
”Master’s so faithless. Minutes ago you were lost in us.”
”What a playboy. Blink and he’s on the next girl? We’re succubi, sure, but getting ditched that fast stings.”
”Geh—?! You two?!”
No fights here, no rescue.
Dragged to the baths, back scrubbed, cock sucked, hips shaken until he spilled again.
Three became five—familiar bear-girl and bird-girl waited in the bedroom.
Five. Panic hit; he tried to bolt, but the door sealed tight.
Had he ever prayed for morning this hard?
A few hours until his real body woke.
Surrounded by cute demons, he endured a (nightmare) dream.
Notes:
• Bors – Demonkin prince of Troiké, appears in the Battle of Albirgo. Leads troops with sister Kispe under Demon Lord’s army against Humans.
• Kushi – Kispe’s older succubus sister. Her mental body was damaged, requiring Klock’s vitality to revive. Another form of Bors.
• Ende – A male monkey elder of the Beastfolk Grand Council first appearing during Queen Elna’s reprimand session. He denounces her reckless cross-continent travels following past wars caused by Beastfolk misrule. Acting under the council’s authority, he seeks to prevent another dictatorship like Rosemarina’s. He holds no known direct relationships. Sharp-tongued, stern, and politically vigilant.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Alice – Rabbitkin adventurer; appears at the same Barreith gathering, playful and mischievous, interacts with Klock, part of recruited volunteers
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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