Volume 10 Chapter 57 The Flower of Defiance, Wilting in Loyalty
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Cap. Isn’t this good enough ssu?” Paul asked, pulling up beside Klock. “We’re just going to have to head back down later anyway ssu.”
The man offered his advice with a rugged, practical edge. He pointed toward the terrain ahead-a sheer, jagged cliff face.
”If we go any higher, we’re going to start seeing bodies ssu,” Paul warned.
The area was a graveyard of steep slopes and ancient landslides. As Paul said, the danger of the climb was about to skyrocket.
”We’ll set the lines and make camp here,” Klock decided.
* * *
”What’s the word, Suzette? Any casualties?”
”As of now, there are no reports of anyone losing their footing,” Suzette replied.
They had been on the mountain for hours. The troops had deployed in a long, sweeping line, occupying the path as they began to dig in.
”I pushed us into the range on a whim,” Klock muttered. “If this had turned into a suicide climb, things would have gotten ugly fast.”
”It was a narrow margin, to be sure,” Suzette said, her voice cool and professional. “Luck was on our side.”
As always, she brushed him off with clinical detachment, but Klock found her attitude strangely grounding. He gave her a sheepish grin. The decision to scale the Brest Mountains had been purely impulsive. He’d had no idea if a path even existed. Their current position was a fluke-a rare patch of level ground found by sheer accident.
If they had started their climb just a few miles in either direction, Klock’s whim could have cost him the lives of his men and the trust he’d worked so hard to build.
”They say war is a game of chance for a reason,” Klock mused, peering down into the abyss. “Too many moving parts. You can never truly know what’s coming.”
Below them, a thick shroud of mist swirled, cutting off any view of the foothills. They were isolated in the clouds.
”True enough,” Suzette said, stepping closer to him. “The Demon Lord’s Army is one thing, but the Barreith military have been entirely unpredictable. You’ll be making a lot more of these calls before this is over.”
She took his arm, tugging him back from the ledge. When he turned, he felt the soft, fleeting pressure of a kiss against his lips.
”The mountain air is biting,” she whispered. “Don’t linger here. Get back to the men and get the fires started. I won’t have my Captain catching a cold.”
With that, the maid turned and vanished into the fog. Klock’s arm reached out to catch her, but he only grasped at the cold air. She had played him perfectly-a kiss to soften the blow of a command. He shrugged, acknowledging her superior handiwork.
* * *
”Primlena?”
”Klock,” she acknowledged.
The vanguard of three thousand men stretched out like a winding serpent. Klock had been walking the line when he spotted the Merfolk Princess perched on a rock jutting from the mountain wall.
”What are you doing out here? You feeling sick?” he asked.
”No. Just a passing thought,” Primlena replied, looking uneasy. “Being this high up… it doesn’t sit right with me.”
”Is that the Merfolk blood talking?”
”Perhaps. How do your people feel when they sail into the heart of the ocean? It is likely the same-a primal realization that you do not belong.”
”I guess you just have to get used to it,” Klock said. He knew that sailors who couldn’t handle the sea often succumbed to a deep, shoreless anxiety. For a creature of the deep, the thin air of a mountain peak was a different kind of drowning.
”By the way,” Primlena said, just as he was about to sit beside her. “Are Flavia and Kispe on good terms?”
”Hm? Why do you ask?”
”I simply saw them together earlier.”
”Huh. I guess that happens,” Klock replied.
Flavia and Kispe. It was an odd pairing. In truth, the only people who could stand next to Kispe without looking like they were in mortal danger were Klock and Alice.
”You know as well as I do,” Primlena continued, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. “Most people who know what Kispe is tend to keep their distance.”
”Yeah… I can’t argue with that.”
”I know she’s an ally for now. But I can’t help but see the threat. She doesn’t radiate malice like a Hero, but she has slaughtered thousands with a single look. That track record is hard to ignore.”
Merciless. Relentless. Klock had once warned others that such people are feared most by those on their own side. Now, he saw those same words reflected in the Princess’s eyes.
The slaughter.
It was easy to forget that side of Kispe. She was one of the Three Great Beauties of the Demon Continent for a reason; her loveliness was a force of nature. Every gesture was calculated and heart-wrenchingly cute, making it easy to forgive the darkness she carried. But she was also the “Princess Asura”-a woman who had terrified even the Demon Lord.
Before Klock had ever met her, she had been the blood-soaked spearhead of the enemy, leaving a trail of carnage in her wake. Even Delphina, the Demon Lord’s own daughter, had personally intervened just to bring Kispe to the table for a surrender.
”Between her power and her… peculiar tastes, I find it safer to stay out of her orbit,” Primlena added. “Flavia used to feel the same. That is why seeing them together felt so wrong.”
Kispe wasn’t just powerful; she was twisted in ways most couldn’t fathom. Her presence alone was an assault on one’s peace of mind.
”Maybe they’re just talking,” Klock said, trying to downplay it. “Flavia’s no fool. She might look like a kid, but she’s lived a hundred and thirty years. She won’t be led astray easily.”
”If you’re using age as a metric,” Primlena countered, “Kispe is vastly senior to her, is she not?”
”I mean, sure. Three hundred versus a hundred and thirty… that’s a gap.”
”Three hundred?” Primlena furrowed her brow. “Is that what she told you?”
”Is it not?”
”I don’t know the exact figure,” Primlena said, her gaze turning cold. “But I suspect you’re missing a digit, Klock. They say a Succubus has no true natural lifespan. They aren’t just ‘long-lived’ like the Forestkin, who might see eight hundred years. The original demons have existed since the dawn of our history. If they weren’t immortal, the legends wouldn’t persist.”
Wisdom supposedly comes with age, but time spent in a vacuum doesn’t yield much. Flavia, despite her century of life, was still effectively a sheltered girl.
But Kispe?
Kispe lived for the weave of the plot and the weight of the scheme. Why would someone like that take an interest in Flavia? Was it really something he could afford to ignore?
* * *
Klock set his pen down and let out a long, weary sigh. The air inside the tent was heavy. Outside, the muffled sounds of the camp-the crackle of fires and the low murmur of soldiers-seemed worlds away. The mountain mist was beginning to swallow the camp whole.
”Master… shouldn’t you be heading to bed soon?”
Before he could react, someone soft and warm settled onto his lap. The intoxicating scent of flowers filled his senses. She had approached with the silent grace of a cat, yet she possessed the dangerous beauty of a wildflower growing in a graveyard.
”Kispe. Don’t go scaring me like that,” Klock said.
Perched on his lap was the princess of shadow and amethyst. Tonight, she wore a simple dress and black tights-a look that felt devastatingly intimate. She leaned into him, pressing her body against his chest as she sought his lips.
”Forgive me, Master. But first… I need you to hold me. Don’t say a word. Just let me feel your warmth…”
She was a master of the art of being spoiled. As she tucked herself into his embrace and nuzzled his cheek, Klock found his thoughts dissolving. Kispe looked up, her lips parting as she let out a soft, sharp intake of breath. She pressed her mouth to the hollow of his throat before moving up to claim his lips. If this wasn’t the behavior of a devoted wife, he didn’t know what was. When he leaned in to deepen the kiss, she offered her tongue in a gesture of total surrender.
”Master… if your schedule is clear for the rest of the night, I would very much like to have you to myself,” she whispered.
Klock looked down at her. She was soft, pliant, and entirely his. He realized no one else was coming tonight.
”I was actually just about to call for you,” he said, trying to regain his footing. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
Kispe gave a soft, delighted squeal. He knew he couldn’t just let her lead him around. By claiming the initiative, he hoped to maintain some semblance of authority. Kispe, of course, loved it when he took charge.
”People were talking about you today,” Klock said, his hand sliding down to her waist. He met no resistance as his fingers traced the soft curve of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.
”And what were they saying?”
”That your record is terrifying. That no one can even count the number of bodies you’ve left behind.”
His fingers sank into her-she clearly wasn’t wearing anything underneath, a deliberate choice meant for his touch. He looked down and saw a faint, knowing smirk on her doll-like face.
”Are you afraid, then? Are you disillusioned with your little pet?”
”No… not exactly.”
They had been through too much. Their relationship had shifted so many times that the past felt like a different life. She was his familiar now. Her history didn’t change the heat of her skin.
”Death is a conclusion, yes, but it is also a beginning,” she whispered. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as his fingers continued their exploration. “That is the way of this world. To die is not to vanish; it is to wait for the cycle to turn until you are born anew. Those of us who live through the centuries learn to accept this. It changes how we look at the end.”
He slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Without the support of the fabric, she spilled into his waiting palms. He gripped her firmly as she leaned back against him.
”Please… never reject me, Master. Do not look at me with loathing. It is true, I do not value life as you do. But that is simply because I haven’t been taught. If you want me to change… then change me.”
She turned in his arms, her eyes wide and pleading.
”Teach me, Master. Stain me in your colors… and I will be whatever you desire.”
”I won’t be so tactless as to say you’re not the type to let others change you,” Kispe said.
It was the kind of practiced charm she used to keep men off-balance. She took the sting of rejection and reshaped it into a sweet, spoiled demand. Klock accepted her elusiveness, responding with a playful nip at her neckline as they tumbled together.
”Master,” Kispe whispered. “I actually have something to discuss. It’s about Flavia.”
”Flavia?” Klock asked.
The moment she spoke the name, the memory of his afternoon conversation came rushing back.
”I have to ask first – Master, you don’t actually hate her, do you?” Kispe asked.
”No. Of course not,” Klock replied.
”I thought as much. Then isn’t it about time you finally claimed her?”
Kispe breathed the words into his ear. Her breasts felt like warm silk as he kneaded them. He listened in silence, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck. Wrapped in her scent, it was easy to feel like no other woman in the world mattered.
”The trouble with the Forestkin ¹ is mostly settled,” Kispe continued. “You have no more reason to hesitate. It’s time you gave her an answer.”
”Did she say something to you?” Klock asked.
”She’s been agonized. Brooding over it for days.”
Klock gave a wry smile. He had been teasing the girl too long, stopping just short of the finish line every time. To lead her that far and pull back was plain cruelty. He’d intended it as a ‘coming soon’ teaser, but if you draw out the foreplay for weeks, even the most patient woman will break. Her suffering was entirely his fault.
Kispe stood up, her massive breasts swaying as she moved to stand directly over him.
”Master,” she said.
”Yeah?”
”Primlena must eventually return to the sea. But Flavia… she belongs here. She shouldn’t be sent back to the woods.”
He took one of her dark, turgid n**ipss into his mouth, rolling the soft flesh over his tongue with a wet, insistent suction. Kispe smiled down at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of lust and maternal devotion.
”She is a girl worthy of your dominion,” Kispe said softly. “Leave the contract to me.”
As she pulled him into her cleavage, the demoness laid out the path he had to take.
* * *
”My Lord.”
A few moments later, the girl appeared.
”Thank you for summoning me today,” Flavia said.
She hadn’t come through the tent entrance; she had simply manifested within the shadows of the canopy. Kispe’s power had been keeping her on standby within the Crimson Spire ².
So she was welcomed into the Spire? Klock wondered. She really has taken a liking to her.
”Master…♡”
The Succubus Princess, Kispe, let her silken skin catch the lamp light. Her petite frame and narrow waist were a perfect foil to the heavy twin peaks Klock now caught in his hands. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and he captured her breasts with his lips.
Aminst the heat of the kiss, he heard the soft rustle of falling fabric. Behind Kispe’s heavy, suggestive breathing, something hit the floor with a dull thud.
”…Flavia…?” Klock muttered.
Kispe’s fingers began to rake playfully at his crotch, scratching at his hardening rod through his trousers. Hiding behind the succubus’s back, the green-haired girl was huddled small on the rugs.
Her clothes were neatly folded beside her. She was pressed into a deep prostration, her forehead and feet touching the ground in a desperate bow. She had made herself small, a picture of silent, trembling submission. This was a naked Dogeza ³.
”What is she doing?” Klock asked.
”She is performing a naked dogeza,” Kispe replied.
”Why?”
”To beg you for s*x, obviously.”
Kispe stated it as if it were the only logical conclusion. Flavia remained pinned to the floor, buck naked and shivering. The sight of her clothes folded so neatly made the scene feel even more surreal. She had discarded her dignity and her reputation in a single stroke. Klock felt himself freeze at the sheer weight of it.
”She’s been so obsessed with her ‘loyalty’ that she couldn’t bring herself to be proactive,” Kispe whispered. “She’s been lamenting that you haven’t touched her, yet she never once asked. Can you really blame a man for not taking what isn’t offered?”
”I… suppose not,” Klock said.
”Exactly. So, I gave her some advice: stop worrying about how it looks, and start begging.”
Klock realized it was a total overkill. It was certainly “regardless of appearances,” but Flavia was giving it everything she had.
She was a breathtaking beauty of the Forestkin; by human standards, she was a masterpiece. Normally, a girl like her would have been broken in and used as a permanent toy from the first day. But Klock had others. The aggressive Kispe, the wild Alice, the needy Primlena, the suggestive Suzette, and the mercurial Meina. Flavia didn’t fit in. If there wasn’t work to do, she stayed out of sight.
She had simply slipped his mind. When he thought of who to call for the night, even Rachel or Kaitney came to mind first.
”Master, please don’t despise her for this,” Kispe said quietly into his ear. “Love her for how clumsy and desperate she is. If you intend to humiliate her, then toss her out of the tent just as she is – naked and shamed. Let the ruffians have her, and you and I can spend the night listening to her screams. But if you have no heart for that… then take her hand.”
”Those choices are insane,” Klock muttered.
Kispe stood up, her hairless slit flashing before his eyes. He pulled her close for one more kiss on her lower belly, where a faint magical crest shimmered. She was too tempting to ignore, but he had a duty to perform. Klock stood up.
”Flavia.”
”Yes!” she gasped.
She was completely exposed. He looked down at the curve of her back and the pale roundness of her buttocks. She was trembling like a leaf in a storm. If a woman threw herself away like this, what else could a man do?
”I’m giving you an order,” Klock said. “Do not leave this tent without my permission.”
”…Yes!”
The reply was a beat late. Was it a reflex, or did she finally realize her fate was sealed?
Klock gripped her arm and hauled her up. He led the naked princess to the bed and shoved her down onto the thin mattress. He moved over her, drowning her in his shadow. Words were finished. She had begged, and he would answer.
”I simply stripped away the burdens she was carrying,” Kispe said, watching them. “All that’s left is her pure, white skin. Whatever marks you leave on that soft flesh now… that’s entirely up to you, Master.”
He stole Flavia’s lips. Saliva slicked their mouths as a deep flush began to stain the girl who had been as pale as unmarred porcelain. He devoured her breasts, his tongue swirling over her n**ipss with wet, hungry sounds. He claimed her relentlessly until the girl began to grind her thighs together, her breath coming in ragged hitches.
He pressed his hot, turgid length against her belly. Flavia reached down, her small hands gripping him with surprising strength. She moved with him as she spread her legs wide, and once he settled between her thighs, she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him in.
”Nngh – !”
He pressed against her entrance. She had been ready for a long time. He teased the tip against her – a place already slick with frantic anticipation – and she swallowed him with a wet, easy slide. He drove his hips forward, sinking to the hilt with a heavy, squelching friction.
”Ngh…!! Haa… fu, fu, fu…!!”
The princess’s tight channel clamped down on him instantly. He felt like an oak tree being swallowed by soft earth. Thanks to her slickness, he slid in deep, the sheer mass of him stretching her small, virgin depths to the limit.
”Hehe♡”
Tonight, the bed held three. Kispe rolled over next to Flavia, watching with a doting, predatory gaze. Even as he worked himself into the princess, Klock couldn’t look away from Kispe. Her body was a siren song. He wanted to reach for her, but Flavia was the one trembling beneath him.
”Master, Forestkin aren’t physically strong,” Kispe whispered. “It’s not unheard of for their girls to die from the sheer intensity of the act when they’re taken like this.”
Should I finish quickly? Klock wondered. Or is she just trying to rile me up?
”But you mustn’t be gentle,” Kispe added. “Teach her, down to her very soul, that she belongs to you. Make her understand what it means to be taken.”
He needed to show her that she hadn’t just asked for this – she had been broken for it. She wasn’t just begging; she was being conquered.
He showed her no mercy, driving his hips home to ravish her virginity. He moved with a relentless, punishing rhythm, raping the princess’s senses until she was thrashing her head from side to side in a daze of pleasure and pain.
”Agi!! Fugh, ngh, ngh-oh, My… Lord…♡”
”Quiet,” Klock grunted.
Kispe smirked, mocking the girl’s undignified wails.
”Flavia, a princess shouldn’t moan so vulgarly during her first time. Can’t you manage a sweeter sound than that?”
Kispe leaned in, her breasts bouncing with Klock’s movements. She leaned down and latched onto Flavia’s clitoris with her lips. The girl’s walls spasmed, clamping around Klock’s rod like a vice. Trapped between the man’s weight and the demoness’s mouth, Flavia’s body bounced helplessly.
”Master, how does she feel?” Kispe asked.
”Yeah. She feels incredible,” Klock grunted.
They spoke as if she weren’t even there, grading her performance like a prize animal. Kispe was clearly enjoying the girl’s torment, and Flavia was way past the point of rational thought. Her face was a mask of desperate, tear-streaked agony.
He felt her inner walls milking him, the messy, wet sound of their union filling the tent. Perhaps it was the weeks of teasing, but the sheer volume of her slickness made her feel better than any virgin had a right to.
No, without another word, Klock claimed her. Flavia’s face was a wreck of tears and flushed skin, while Kispe remained latched onto her breast like a hungry babe, savoring the princess’s ruin.
Since the opponent’s breasts are being sucked, he reached out his hand to Kispe’s breasts instead.
The limit is coming.
The pe**s is about to cause convulsions inside the Forest Princess ⁴ right now.
”Is it about time?”
She seemed to sense it by looking at Master’s condition.
She reached her hand toward Flavia’s lower abdomen.
What is being drawn is a contract of master and servant ⁵.
The same as Kispe’s, a Magic mark shaped like a heart.
Her fingertips move over the belly as if tickling.
Spurt~! Spurt! Spurttt!!
While pinning down the Princess of the Forest People, he let his fingers sink into that fresh, soft skin.
The rod pushed deep into the belly spits out genes without any hesitation.
Flavia has s***n slammed into the depths of her v***na.
Her lower body is pinned by the man, and her upper body by Kispe; only the parts that can move are twitching and bouncing.
Welcoming the c**k, accepting the e**culation, her belly is engraved with the Master to whom she must pledge loyalty.
”Flavia. From today, you are Master’s familiar. Abandon your house, forget your words of prayer, and cherish your new family. We are your family.”
A pattern emerges on Flavia’s belly.
A red light engraving like a Curse.
The contract is concluded by substitute approval, and an irreversible seal is pressed onto the act that was supposed to just feel good.
”Master. Your e**culation is too long♡ Since the contract is already done, you don’t have to keep stubbornly going ‘byuu’ into her virgin v***ina, you know?♡”
Kispe is teasing.
Even being told that, stopping is an impossible story due to the structure of the human body.
Watching the man continue to obsessively press his hips against Flavia’s slender body, Kispe chuckles and sneers.
”Haa♡ Haa♡ Haa♡”
Having received her first s**, her first v***al e**culation, Flavia was exhausted.
Her n**ipss are hard and pointed to a painful degree, and she lies there powerlessly with her whole body convulsing.
When he reach out and flick her n**ips with a finger, her body leaps with a twitch.
He pulled out the rod.
White fluids come overflowing with a gopori.
It overflows endlessly from the v***a that is wide open and won’t close, twitching and convulsing.
”Hehe♡ Cute♡”
Looking at the girl who was hammered like a rape, Kispe shows a smile like a Goddess of mercy.
She moved up the familiar contract ⁶, which wasn’t planned until the defeat of Viola, just to secure Flavia.
She’s clearly taken a liking to Flavia’s earnest nature.
Helping out like this was likely more about her wanting to welcome her into the fold than any complex scheme.
”Flavia, you can take a break for a bit.”
”Well, you’re very kind, Sir Klock. I’m afraid next time I’ll smack you in the buttocks from behind…♡”
Likely due to his usual behavior, it seems she expects him to be that ruthless, even though she can’t lift a finger.
”Master, if you’re too gentle, Flavia will get the wrong idea. She’ll think that s**t is no big deal. She’ll think rape is no big deal.”
Keep going. Ravish her again.
That seemed to be the implication.
It was certainly a bit milder than when it was Kispe’s turn.
Flavia, appearing to lack any sexual education, might start taking the idea of being kidnapped and violated too lightly.
If she truly believes that, she’s either too naive or has been too sheltered.
Even so, there’s no need to hammer her into the Ground today just to make a point.
What needs to be done right now is────.
Klock straddles Flavia and reaches out.
His target is the demon daughter watching the Forest Princess’s disgrace with a smug, relaxed grin.
”Eek?! Master. Tonight, she’s──”
”Come here.”
She was the one who arranged the contract with Flavia.
She acted as the middleman and took the initiative for Klock’s benefit.
But that’s just the surface level.
Humans live for themselves.
The Succubus Queen simply used Klock as a tool to get her hands on Flavia.
She used Klock.
A c**k thrust right in her face.
A hardness that wouldn’t falter just from one round with Flavia.
Without a word, it was a clear declaration of total violation.
Kispe’s throat made a clicking sound.
”Show me your v***a”
An order even a lover would hesitate to give, yet one that carries weight precisely because they are master and servant.
Kispe obediently, if hesitantly, complies.
Slender legs are spread wide.
A tight line of white skin.
When pried open with a thumb, s*xual fluids are already spilling out from her honey pot in sheer anticipation.
Watching the s** right beside her had left her v****a throbbing beyond control.
”Lie face down.”
”…Yes♡”
Dominating the Succubus Princess requires giving orders.
Leave no room for discussion; just force your desire upon her.
When you do, the demon girl obeys without question.
Plump, seductive buttocks are offered up, and he gives them a sharp slap.
Mounting her,
”Mmm♡♡”
He pried her cheeks apart and shoved her c**k inside.
He was welcomed into the Succubus Princess’s cunt, which had turned to mash with longing.
”Kispe. Whose woman are you?”
”Sir Klock♡”
He only makes her say it when he’s being particularly cruel.
Knowing this, Kispe remains submissive and says nothing else.
”Then go ahead and fuck me to your heart’s content.”
He declares s** as if she were Flavia’s replacement.
”I won’t return to Crimson Spire until I receive Master’s permission♡♡”
With that said, there was no more need for words.
It was time to unleash pure carnal lust.
With rhythmic slaps against her buttocks, he ravaged her princess-cunt over and over.
He shifted positions, gouging into her v****a, filling her, and dominating her completely.
Like a man indifferently consuming a meal, he began to violate the princess of another race.
It didn’t last until dawn, but the act continued well into the night.
Kispe, now able to keep up even while drenched in white fluids, showed how much she had acclimated.
Because of that, he was relentless, and her initial composure was blown away as she panted through tears.
Flavia lost consciousness during the second round and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Kispe, despite only intending to be the intermediary, was forced to go for over ten rounds.
Burying his face in her breasts, Klock fell asleep enveloped in the warmth and comfort of her embrace.
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Summary:
Klock decides to halt the vanguard’s climb in the Brest Mountains due to extreme terrain risks. While surveying the camp, he discusses Kispe’s dark past and true nature with Primlena, who reveals Kispe is much older and more dangerous than Klock realized.
After that, Kispe orchestrates a s*xual encounter between Klock and the hesitant Forestkin Princess, Flavia. After advising Flavia to abandon her formal reservations, Kispe presents her to Klock in a submissive state. The scene culminates in a intense three-way dynamic where Klock dominates Flavia while Kispe provides both physical and psychological stimulation.
After Flavia is successfully branded and exhausted, Klock turns his attention to Kispe, asserting his dominance over her as well. The chapter concludes with an intense, prolonged session between Klock and Kispe while Flavia sleeps nearby.
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Trivia:
- Klock’s decision to climb the mountains was purely a reckless whim, not a tactical plan.
- Kispe’s age is likely in the thousands (missing a digit from 300), making her an ‘original demon’.
- Kispe once terrified the Demon Lord himself and was known as ‘Princess Asura’.
- Suzette uses physical affection (a kiss) as a tool to manipulate Klock into following her orders.
- Succubi in this world are considered functionally immortal and have no natural lifespan.
- Flavia was being stored in the ‘Crimson Spire’ before being summoned.
- Klock has a diverse harem, causing him to accidentally neglect Flavia.
- Forestkin are physically fragile and can die from intense physical activity.
- Kispe is actively pushing for Flavia to be ‘ruled’ rather than just being a guest.
- A magical crest appeared on Kispe’s lower abdomen during the scene.
- The contract involves a physical ‘Magic mark’ appearing on the belly.
- Kispe intentionally moved up the timeline for Flavia’s contract to secure her.
- The contract is ‘irreversible’ and replaces Flavia’s past life and prayers.
- Klock realizes Kispe used him to get Flavia, prompting his ‘punishment’ of her
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Character Insight:
Kispe demonstrates extreme vulnerability combined with her natural predatory instincts, asking Klock to ‘stain’ or ‘change’ her, while Klock struggles to maintain dominance in the face of her overwhelming age and power.
Kispe demonstrates her role as a ‘wing-woman’ and manipulator, prioritizing Klock’s expansion of power over individual jealousy. Flavia shows a willingness to endure extreme humiliation (naked dogeza) to fulfill her desire for Klock. Klock transitions from passive neglect to assertive dominance.
Kispe shows a more manipulative side by using Klock to acquire Flavia, yet remains deeply submissive when Klock asserts his authority. Flavia is portrayed as naive and currently broken by the experience. Klock demonstrates a cold, dominant streak, refusing to be ‘used’ without re-establishing his position as the Master.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Middle Finger Flower’ in the title refers to Kispe’s defiance and specific magic trait, often used by the author to symbolize a character who is beautiful but dangerous/offensive to the status quo.
The author uses the fragility of the Forestkin to heighten the ‘danger’ and stakes of the s*xual encounter, a common trope in dark fantasy light novels to emphasize the protagonist’s power.
The use of the heart-shaped mark for Kispe versus the curse-like mark for Flavia highlights the different nature of their acquisition.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Paul – A scout or soldier under Klock’s command. Realistic and cautious regarding mountain survival.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Flavia – Younger Forestkin princess (132). Gentle yet resolute. Sent by Queen Isabella as marriage pledge to Klock, the Chain Binder, symbolizing the Void’s loyalty to the Goddess Teekua.
• Kispe – A Succubus and high-ranking demon known as Princess Asura. Has long black hair, amethyst eyes, and a history of extreme carnage. Currently Klock’s familiar. Wears a one-piece dress and black tights.
• Alice – Rabbitkin adventurer; appears at the same Barreith gathering, playful and mischievous, interacts with Klock, part of recruited volunteers
• Delphina – She is the Demon King’s daughter, appeared as a six-horned, water-blue haired figure, known for her godlike presence and influence.
• Boal – Young swordsman and Klock’s eager follower, often loud and naive. Dreams of glory against the Demon Lord’s Army and jokes about being Klock’s successor. Brave but green. Alias: “Fang Chaser.”
• Riko – The village head’s granddaughter; has black hair and dog ears; interested in Klock romantically; 20 years old.
• Ada – Female. Ada the Wild Wind. An A-rank adventurer. Her appearance is striking, with black hair mixed with fiery red, multiple earrings, and an axe spear as tall as she is. She is incredibly strong and fast, with a Unique Skill called the ‘Blessing of the Wind’ that enhances her speed and agility. Ada is ruthless in combat but shows a surprising willingness to negotiate. She is highly respected in adventurer circles and feared by criminals. Her relationship with Klock is adversarial, as he stole from her and escaped using trickery.
• Fit – Solo archer adventurer; first appears at Barreith volunteer gathering, introduces herself to Klock and group, joining Brave Knight against Demon Lord’s Army
• Zol – An adventurer and drinking buddy of Klock. He appears with Heysl to intervene in the confrontation between Klock and Sylvia.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
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