Volume 4 Chapter 81 Mutation ①*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Talia’s bath was an interminable affair; even after an hour had ticked by, there wasn’t the slightest sign of her emerging.
Under normal circumstances, Kian would have preferred to conserve every spare second to begin the mutation enhancement. However, unlike a man such as himself who could remain indifferent to a layer of grime, Talia was a former high-born lady of Count Cain House. Furthermore, judging by the fact that even the brothels in the Empire of Night¹ were equipped with high-quality baths, it stood to reason that she had been accustomed to such hygiene since that era. If that were the case, forcing her to remain caked in sweat might prove so repulsive that it would actively jeopardize her performance.
If a long soak served to improve both her mood and her abilities, then the expenditure of time was hardly a waste.
Excluding those fraudulent ‘slime baths,’ this was likely her first proper immersion in centuries. Kian decided to wait patiently rather than raining on her parade by shouting, “Hey, what’s taking so long? Hurry up and get out!”
In the interim, he prepared a meal for two and gathered the necessary supplies—fresh clothes, towels, and the like—for their upcoming seclusion in the basement.
Once those tasks were complete, he turned his attention to the bundle of correspondence that Rou had left by the stairs, leafing through them with practiced efficiency.
Most were simply notifications from acquaintances stating their intent to evacuate to Water Island². The senders varied wildly: from Magiello, the developer of the bath-use slimes to whom Kian owed a debt of gratitude, to an island dignitary he’d met at the Order of the Lightning Knights’ base who had aggressively tried to hawk his own daughter to Kian despite it being their first meeting.
Grass Island³ sat in precarious proximity to Cyclops Island, and even the local children knew that their guardian was the infamously rowdy General Asterios. Most residents possessed enough common sense to realize that in the event of an emergency, their odds of survival were far higher huddled in the underground shelters of Water Island than being left isolated here.
Listening to the distant echo of Isthbaran and Guria clashing wooden swords on the beach, Kian inspected a letter delivered by Talia’s bird golem.
It was a supplementary message from Rita, requesting that they push their rendezvous back by a single day.
Apparently, the crowd loitering in front of the apartment yesterday wasn’t the only group clamoring for a farewell party. The list of well-wishers was surprisingly extensive, including the dwarf girl-knight MeiMei, who’d been tied up with work; Shark; and even Caesar, who was currently suspended for the transgression of drawing a blade on Kian during a game of tag.
Kian harbored genuine doubts as to whether they had any real intention of becoming mercenaries, but at this stage, a one-day delay was inconsequential—the Shidarkan main fleet was still anchored in Phoenicia. Besides, if he were to issue a flat “No!” it would only serve to stir up further resentment among the girls of the Order of the Lightning Knights⁴.
When weighing the future operations of the Kian Merchant Guild⁵, he decided it was more advantageous to display a measure of leniency. He could manipulate the narrative in his favor, making them think, Lord Kian is actually a pretty understanding guy!
And so, he penned a reply: “Please enjoy your farewell festivities to the fullest so that you have no lingering regrets. Once you have concluded your goodbyes, contact me again.” To be fair, he hadn’t been relying on Rita from the beginning. Even if she failed to show up entirely, he and Leprobus would simply hold the front line as originally intended.
(Still, there were over thirty girls in front of the apartment yesterday alone.)
He refilled the bird golem’s magic power and released it through the door, his thoughts continuing to churn.
(And that was only a fraction of them. To think there are still more children who want to bid Rita farewell… her popularity is truly on another level.)
For someone like Kian, who possessed precious few friends, it felt like a story from a distant, alien world.
Trading partners, fellow aristocrats, high-ranking officials from the Church—the number of ‘acquaintances’ he could comfortably chat with for half an hour had certainly ballooned over the past year.
However, he didn’t consider them ‘friends.’
Guy, Homolka… even Oswald were merely acquaintances in his mind. He found the concept of a ‘friend’ fundamentally incompatible with someone around whom he had to remain guarded and polite.
If the witches he had broken into submission ever began a power struggle, Kian would find himself well and truly alone.
Contemplating such a gloomy future, he felt a twinge of envy toward Rita, who was surrounded by people who sought her out without any ulterior motive of profit or loss. I suppose it’s actually possible to make a hundred friends, Kian thought, his gaze drifting toward the horizon.
”…Kian.” Talia called out.
”Ah, Talia. Is the bath finally sufficient?” Kian asked.
Her expression was as inscrutable as ever. Nevertheless, Kian offered a smile to the post-bath beauty, who was currently fidgeting and scuffing her bare feet against the floor, visible beneath her pale pink nightgown.
”Yes…” Talia replied.
Talia emerged from the shadows of the eastern corridor, approaching Kian while pointedly averting her eyes. Without uttering a word, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor and began to shyly twist her hips from side to side.
”Oh, that’s right. About Rita—”
”Um…”
Their voices collided. As Kian looked down at her in silence, Talia began to murmur, her fingers idly combing through her flaxen hair.
”…I’m not reflecting on it…”
”Pardon? On what?” Kian asked.
”I mean, the way I aggressively pushed for the mutation of this body.”
”Ah, right.”
”This body is simply too convenient. It would be a waste to abandon it.”
”I see.”
”So, I manipulated you, fully aware of the risks.”
”Ah, so that’s how it was…” Kian muttered.
”However, I won’t let you come out behind on this!” Talia declared, throwing her chest out and raising her voice.
Her blue eyes burned with renewed confidence as she stared directly into his. Looking down from his vantage point, the curve of her lips and the perfection of her jawline made her appear even more exquisite.
Even if the physical shell remained the same, the shift in mannerisms and speech from the person within made the impression entirely different.
While Kian was internally shouting Boobs!, Talia continued with a look of absolute gravity.
”If I can reclaim even half of my former strength, there will be nothing impossible for us. I will cut through every hardship for your sake and devote myself to ensuring the merchant guild prospers. As for the risk of the Church discovering us—I have my own plans, not just Lady Aliona’s. Leave it to me.”
”Ah, okay.”
”Therefore, I will not apologize. I have done nothing wrong,” Talia said.
”I-I see…” Kian stammered.
”Nevertheless… regarding the fact that I acted so sulky in front of the others… I am sorry.”
Perhaps because she wasn’t wearing her hairband, a single stray lock of flaxen hair had sprung up, drooping down to tickle the bridge of her nose.
”I even threatened to write you a cursed letter.”
”I also claimed I’d demote you in front of everyone. I suppose it was necessary to maintain appearances. Don’t pay it any mind,” Kian said.
”No. I don’t care about appearances. I don’t care if I’m no longer your witch. In fact, titles are irrelevant. It isn’t a position that commands trust and respect; it’s what one has actually achieved for the organization,” Talia said.
Her haughty tone remained, yet her voice betrayed a subtle tremor.
”Demotion? Being sent to Sarah’s place for menial labor? I wouldn’t mind. I don’t make mistakes. Besides, if one fails, being stripped of rank is simply the natural order. It goes without saying. The idea of being overlooked just because I’m your ‘favorite woman’ is a failure of the organization, and more importantly, my own pride wouldn’t permit it.”
She clenched her fists, only to let them drop limply against the sides of her long skirt. “But…”
”When you said you were sending me to Izerland, a profound sadness washed over me. It felt as though I was laughing with my dearest friend, only to have them suddenly plunge a knife into my gut. This area here felt tight and cold, and before I realized it, I was screaming at you.” Talia explained.
She pressed a hand over her heart and bit her lip.
”It’s this body’s fault. Not mine…! This sow’s brain is forcing these emotions upon me! Nothing like this has ever happened before. I am—I have always been calm! I have never once prioritized emotion! Even when my father offered me as a sacrifice, I accepted it with the stoicism of a golem!”
”I see, I believe I understand your point. This confusion is likely a malfunction that occurs when a soul is grafted into an unfamiliar vessel. Natra and Erynys both displayed significant disorientation,” Kian said.
”That may be part of it, but it isn’t everything! Try to read the room, you pig-d*ck!” Talia snapped.
”If you’ve been with me for six months, you should know that ‘reading the room’ is an impossibly high-difficulty quest for me,” Kian replied.
”…!!”
”In any case, shouldn’t we eat? Our schedule is tight, and we haven’t had a morsel since yesterday afternoon. If we don’t bolster your nutrition, your resistance might fail during the mutation, leading to a critical condition,” Kian said.
”……”
”I’ve laid out a meal in the dining hall. We can continue this discussion there.”
”I refuse,” Talia said quietly.
”Hey now…”
Talia lowered her eyes and mumbled, “I don’t want to go back inside. If we’re to continue, I want to do it here, where the sun can reach us.”
* * *
Ultimately, they settled onto the stairs leading to the second floor, dining on oatmeal porridge, cheese, a mountain of egg dishes, and salad.
Kian’s tactical decision to provide such an abundance of eggs was a calculated plot to ensure she would be passing a significant amount of gas during their upcoming ‘metamorphosis play’ in the basement.
Since Talia was so concerned with Lyritisse’s body odor, he wanted to see her writhe in shame as she let out a series of pungent farts.
While she had become a wildly unpredictable woman since gaining a physical form, for Kian, it only served to heighten his sex drive. Between yesterday and today, a peculiar desire to be stepped on by her in black tights had taken root; however, that was separate from the vivid fantasies he had of making her submit to his sexual prowess.
Hence, the eggs.
Under the noble pretext that they would serve as the raw materials for her new flesh, he placed his faith in the bacterial fermentations occurring within her large intestine.
”……”
Talia rested her head against the stair railing, her expression vacant as she mindlessly scooped porridge into her mouth.
”Will you tell me the true reason you’re so intent on mutating this body?” Kian asked.
Since they had agreed to talk, Kian prodded her when she showed no sign of starting. Talia set aside her empty plate and hugged her knees.
Her legs were elegantly tucked together. The thin nightgown clung to the curves of her buttocks and thighs. The stench of sweat was long gone, replaced by the delicate, floral scent of herbal soap.
He desperately wanted her to sit on his face in that nightgown and rip a vulgar-sounding fart. However, he made a mental note that he would be absolutely livid if she got carried away and leaked any ‘poo-juice.’
”To bolster our faction’s strength. I have no intention of boring you with a speech about my power. I will demonstrate it with results. I will make Lady Aliona and you acknowledge my worth through action,” Talia said.
”So you weren’t concerned that I might face trouble from the Western Church because of this,” Kian noted.
”With me there, no one will ever detect a thing. You perceive a risk in Lyritisse’s body, but from my perspective, the risk is non-existent.”
”I see.”
He could understand how possessing those seven ‘cheat’ magic swords might give her a skewed perspective. She had been the strongest, the daughter of the Count, and likely got her way in everything back in the ‘Empire of Night’ era.
”Make sure you eat the eggs too.”
”Thank you… It’s quite good. It has a warmth that street stall food lacks… I wonder how many centuries it’s been since I had a home-cooked meal.”
(With the fiber from the salad, her bowels should become quite active, ensuring the gas flows freely.)
Kian took the plate and began to feed Talia with diligent care. She showed no aversion to the eggs, tomatoes, or lettuce, taking each bite from the offered fork with her lips.
He shifted the porridge bowl up a step and slid his seat closer to her.
”You smell of sweat,” Talia remarked.
”My apologies.”
”It’s fine. I don’t actually dislike your scent.”
”Is that another effect of the succubus blood in Lyritisse’s veins?” Kian asked.
”Pig-d*ck, you truly are a man who would score a zero on any ‘understanding women’ test. Honestly…” Talia sighed.
Talia pouted but eventually leaned against him with a soft thump. Like a fledgling bird, she remained blissfully unaware of Kian’s schemes as she pecked at the eggs and began to speak in a low, halting voice.
”I must resurrect Count Cain House in place of my father and Erynys, who fell before their time. Otherwise, my father—who made a foolish pact with the spirits and doomed the nation—will remain nothing but a jester, a permanent stain upon our bloodline.”
”The fall of the ‘Empire of Night’ wasn’t entirely your father’s fault.”
”Perhaps. But it is a historical fact that we were annihilated because of incompetent, impotent rulers like King Albert. It is even inscribed in the scriptures of the Western Church. Even in the parts the history books omit, the fact that Albert’s actions indirectly led to the deaths of his people remains burned into my memory.”
Talia’s well-groomed eyebrows knit together.
”Erynys, too, claimed countless lives in her attempt to save Count Cain’s lands. She is the one who took Lord Priscilla’s father from her, she is the one who slaughtered the members of the Order of the Divine who were close to you, and she is the one who infested Lady Aliona with parasites. …I cannot even begin to calculate the sheer amount of grief that was sown in Ramsey.”
”That was Erynys’s sin.”
”Yet Erynys does not and cannot atone. She is a natural phenomenon with a will—a disaster in human form. Her fundamental logic is simply different from ours.”
Talia looked down at her hands. Her bare toes curled and uncurled rhythmically, the space between her big and second toe widening and snapping shut with a soft clack.
”Someone has to pay the price. And as the one who survived, it falls to me.”
”Even without your intervention, the people of Ramsey are already beginning to rebuild under Sir Oswald’s guidance,” Kian pointed out.
”I want to provide financial support. I refuse to be a mere spectator. But this is my own selfish desire… I cannot allow it to become a burden for you or the Kian Merchant Guild. I must amass the necessary power and wealth independently.”
”And that’s why you want Augustus’s legacy.”
”The legacy is merely the seed money. Just as Sir Oswald’s witch Aisha is doing, I will serve you while building my own fortune. And…”
Talia placed a hand on Kian’s knee and looked up at him with intense sincerity. “I will ensure that the will of my father and our people is passed peacefully to the next generation. I will raise many scions and start our lineage anew. With this succubus body, I doubt my drive will ever wane, even after bearing five children. I can continue milking you for your essence for the rest of my life.”
”So it seems I’m destined to be your personal milk-cow forever. Well, it’s a fate I’m willing to accept,” Kian replied.
”These are the reasons I am fixated on this body. To be honest, I can hardly believe I stumbled upon a vessel with such perfect conditions from the start. Trading it for someone like Ninini is unthinkable.”
Talia paused, then added.
”Of course, your priority in my heart remains unchanged. You are the savior who rescued us, and now, my only true compatriot.”
”What about Mrs. Camilla…?”
”Ahem! My almost only compatriot. Just as I have stayed by your side for these six months, you have stayed by mine. You are a pig-d*ck, Kian—the ultimate pig-d*ck! But you are also the only one who understands me… my best friend.” Talia said.
”As your ‘best friend,’ let me offer some unwanted advice: aren’t you being a bit too serious? I feel like you’re trying to shoulder the weight of the entire world. You have the same ‘scent’ as Sarah. Since you’ve already been reincarnated, you should try to enjoy life a little more,” Kian advised.
”Since I am usurping Lyritisse’s life, I must ensure it isn’t in vain.”
”You were the one who said she wasn’t coming back… Whether you ‘usurp’ her life or not, the reality is that the chance of her returning to this shell is virtually zero,” Kian said.
”Besides, I’m not as stoic as Sarah. Don’t you worry, I intend to live quite hedonistically. You won’t have to worry about me suddenly reaching a breaking point and exploding,” Talia replied.
Kian offered her a poached egg on a fork. To take the large morsel, she opened her mouth wide with a soft n-ah.
A glistening thread of saliva stretched from her front teeth to her lips. She licked every trace of the runny yolk from the fork with her tongue, neatly consuming the entire egg.
For a vampire, she was a light eater, but the way she used her tongue betrayed a primal, biological greed.
”I’m still worried. Chasing Augustus’s legacy means you’re inviting all the risks that come with it.”
”If it becomes untenable, I’ll abandon the pursuit. But I won’t know for sure until I’ve confirmed exactly how convoluted the interests surrounding Augustus truly are,” Talia said.
”Homolka said it’s a non-stop assassination festival,” Kian warned.
”Hearsay is a poor substitute for the truth…” Talia noted.
After swallowing, Talia dabbed her lips with a handkerchief, then opened her mouth again, silently demanding another bite.
”Regarding Lady Aliona’s plan to resurrect the Thorn Demon⁸—I’ve decided to cooperate.”
”…!?”
”Her complete restoration would be a massive boon for you. The merchant guild’s influence would grow exponentially,” Talia said.
”Are you going to tell Lady Aliona that yourself?” Kian asked.
”Naturally. I don’t want her to think her witches are plotting behind her back, so I’ll give her a formal report. I’m in full support of Lady Aliona’s proposal.”
”I see…”
”Kian, are you actually eating? Or are you just feeding me like a pet?” Talia asked.
”I was grazing while I was cooking. I’m fine.”
”Such poor manners.”
Talia let out a soft chuckle and snatched the plate and fork from his hands.
”Now, open wide. Ahhh. Once we’re finished, you need to bathe. The secret medicine of the Moon Stairs⁶ will infect us both with a disease; once we enter that basement, don’t expect to come out for even a quick wash for a while.”
* * *
After emerging from his bath, Kian dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers.
Until Talia’s mutation was complete, he would have to stay in this attire, continuously infusing her with vampire factors.
He had sternly instructed Isthbaran and Guria to stay far away from the basement. The risk of infection was real, and a fever-wracked Talia might lose control and attack anyone who stumbled in. Since the mutation consumed an immense amount of nutrients, she would be in a state of near-starvation immediately following the process.
While Talia insisted her willpower would prevent her from turning into a mindless beast, Kian preferred to err on the side of caution.
”……”
As Kian descended the basement stairs, clutching a chamber pot for Talia, he found a large sign posted on the door in her distinctive handwriting: ‘ABSOLUTELY NO ENTRY!’
Noting that her penmanship was already leagues ahead of Sarah’s, he pushed the door open.
”…So, you’ve arrived.”
Talia turned to face him. She was standing next to an intimidating chair bristling with restraints—a specialized device for body modification that Mrs. Camilla had sent previously.
She was still wearing the same outfit from breakfast.
Her straight flaxen hair fell over her shoulders. The pale pink nightgown looked somewhat matronly, but it didn’t hide much.
She was barefoot, and it was obvious she had already discarded her underwear; two distinct peaks pressed against the thin fabric of her gown, shamelessly asserting their presence.
”I will be seated here,” Talia said, pointing with authority at the ominous chair, which was outfitted with various syringes and drainage tubes.
”First, open the valve to begin the infusion of the Moon Stairs secret medicine. Afterward, you will activate these needles positioned over my n**ples.”
”Why the n**ples?” Kian asked.
”I must inject a medicinal fluid that will allow me to excrete Tachyonian Cells⁷ in liquid form. While the infection is active, stimulating the n**ples will cause the Tachyonian Cells to be discharged from my mammary glands as white milk,” Talia explained.
Talia picked up two hemispherical attachments from a wooden cart. Those were to be fitted over her ample chest following the initial injection.
The attachments were connected via tubing to a strange magic tool beside the chair.
Seeing the three small spheres inside the transparent cups, Kian deduced they were meant to press against her areolae and vibrate, stimulating the flow of ‘milk’ which would then be harvested by the machine.
”Kian, come here. …Regarding this opening in the seat, you will need to attach this tube to my anus.”
”Is that for defecation?” Kian asked.
”Princesses do not defecate. Die, you insolent dog!” Talia snapped.
Talia’s bare leg lashed out, catching him in the crotch. It wasn’t a lethal blow, but rather a sharp, disciplinary kick.
Her foot made direct contact with his already rock-hard penis, and Talia’s eyes went wide with shock.
”What in the…!? Why are you already in such a state!? Is it because of the lewd things you did to me on the Wyvern Golem?”
”No, simply imagining connecting these tubes to your n**ples, your anus, or your p**sy—which I can see perfectly through that gown—brought me to this point. It isn’t a problem,” Kian said.
”It is nothing but a problem! Don’t you dare tell me you’re treating this as some kind of erotic game. I admit I am partially to blame for inciting your lust, but I expect you to take this seriously,” Talia said.
”Certainly… or rather, of course.”
”By the way, pig?”
”Yes?”
”What exactly is that object you’re carrying that resembles a chamber pot?” Talia asked.
”It is a chamber pot.”
”I told you, princesses do not poo.”
”I know, I know. I don’t have that kind of fetish either. If anything, it would be a total turn-off. I’m quite looking forward to you letting out some pungent farts, but the moment a turd appears, my affection will evaporate. I’ll be livid—like, ‘What the hell are you doing, Talia!?’” Kian said.
”Well, gas is an inefficient waste product, so some discharge may be unavoidable… But I refuse to let a perverted pig like you hear or smell it. If you feel it’s imminent, plug your ears and nose and stand in the corner,” Talia warned.
”Don’t be so modest.”
”Do you have a death wish?”
”No… just a little joke. Sorry… p**sy.”
Kian offered a crude pun as an apology. Talia, eager to move things along, sighed and walked toward the refrigerator. “I truly hope you understand the gravity of this, you perverted pig-d*ck…”
The pitter-patter of her bare feet on the floor was unexpectedly adorable.
”The food is in this container. This other one holds the Moon Stairs medicine, the hardening agent for the Tachyonian Cells to stimulate lactation, and the alcohol and cleaning supplies for whenever I squirt or leak love-juice and soil the floor.” Talia explained.
”Since you’ll be restrained and having your n**ples played with, I assume you’ll be climaxing quite a bit. This is going to be incredibly erotic,” Kian noted.
”…You will be injecting your dominant-species cells into me, and they are saturated with aphrodisiac properties. To my profound regret, given how sensitive this body is, I suspect I will suffer numerous ‘accidents’,” Talia said.
Talia returned to his side and looked up at him.
”I am only entrusting my body to you because it is you. Do not ever let anyone else witness this. If you do, I will kill you, I will kill them, and then I will find a way to keep living.”
”So you wouldn’t take your own life…” Kian remarked.
”Of course not. I have a mission. Now, let the mutation begin. I’m counting on you, Kian. We have an ample supply of Rufna’s medicine, but with the enemy fleet in Phoenicia, we need to get this right on the first attempt. Is your reservoir of semen sufficient?”
”It’s more than enough. Just leave the ejaculation to me,” Kian said.
”Mm… very well.”
Talia gripped the fabric at her waist and hiked up her skirt. She pulled it higher, over her head.
As the nightgown came off, her heart-shaped pubic hair and her vivid pink vulva—its inner parts protruding significantly—were laid bare. The flaxen hair she’d previously shaved had begun to grow back into a fine, prickly stubble, lending the area around her pink crevasse a distinctly lewd quality.
Kian’s gaze was momentarily captured by the thick prepuce shielding Lyritisse’s large clitoris, but he was quickly distracted by her massive, pale breasts, which were now bouncing with every movement.
Lyritisse’s chest was truly formidable.
They were likely comparable to Linca’s in sheer size, but while Linca’s were perky and projected forward, Talia’s were bell-shaped, heavy with volume at the base.
Her areolae were wide and a soft pink, while the n**ples themselves were relatively small.
Compared to Linca, the difference in race was apparent; these were the quintessential breasts of a Western woman.
”Mm…”
As she discarded the gown, Kian didn’t miss her armpits either.
Talia had groomed her eyebrows and legs in the bath, but she seemingly hadn’t touched her underarms today, having shaved them during the previous slime bath. Confirming with his vampire vision that the roots of her armpit hair were still healthy and thriving, Kian couldn’t help but break into a broad, delighted grin.
”Honestly, that look in your eyes is disgusting.”
The nightgown was tossed into his face with a soft poof. Kian caught it with a gentlemanly flourish, folded it, and placed it on the second shelf of the equipment cart.
”I’m taking my seat. The syringe, please.”
”The secret medicine first, not the n**ple ones, right?” Kian asked.
”Correct… I’ll admit, I’m a little frightened. My constitution should be able to weather the fever, but still—”
”I’m injecting it now.”
”Please.”
He administered the clear fluid into Talia’s shoulder. While she rubbed the site with an alcohol-soaked cloth, Kian set to work, vigorously jerking himself off and performing a series of acrobatic ejaculations into the collection vessel connected to the chair.
”That’s five! The final one!”
Stroke, stroke, stroke!
”Ugh, here it comes!”
Splatter!
Sploosh!
Squelch!
”Kuh, stop it, my d*ck! The container’s at the brim! It’s going to spill over!”
”Kian… my chest… the n**ples… Open the valve. The stimulant for the Tachyonian Cells…” Talia gasped.
The medicine was already taking effect; Talia’s speech was becoming slurred and rhythmic.
”I’ve got it.”
”And… attach the milking device to my breasts… keep stroking for me. I need you to smear as many of your vampire cells into me as possible.”
”Consider it done!”
The n**ple injection mechanism was activated by a rotating lever, which would drive the needles into her flesh.
Kian gently pinched Talia’s areola, aligning the soft, protruding tip with the trajectory of the needle.
”I’m going in. This might sting a little.”
”Do it… mmh!”
Needles sank into both n**ples as the fluid began to pump into her breasts.
Whether due to a numbing agent or the sheer intensity of the stimulant, Talia was already panting, her breath hitching with the onset of pleasure. “Hah… hah…♡”
”There’s a brush… use it. Smear the semen… over my vulva as well.”
”Understood.”
With the injection complete, he retracted the needles and fitted the hemispherical cups over her breasts. The three spheres inside the devices pressed against her plump, pink areolae and began to spin.
The areolae were vigorously kneaded with a monyu-monyu motion, and Kian could see her erect n**ples twisting and writhing through the transparent casing.
”Haaahhh…♡ Ah, nooo…!♡” Talia moaned.
”Are you holding up okay?” Kian asked.
”I-I’m fine. Just keep going…”
”Then, I’ll start applying the semen to your clitoris.”
”Y-yes. Please…”
With her consent, Kian knelt between her thighs, which were pressed tightly together on the chair. From the depths of her soft, white flesh, a feral, musky scent—the unmistakable aroma of a predator—was already beginning to waft toward him.
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Summary:
Kian and Talia prepare for a high-risk mutation process in the basement. Talia explains her deep-seated desire to atone for her family’s past sins by rebuilding her house through any means necessary. Kian begins the procedure by injecting secret medicines and his own vampire cells into Talia. The chapter ends with the start of a highly eroticized and intense biological transformation.
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Character Insight:
Talia reveals that her haughty exterior hides a crushing sense of survivor’s guilt and duty toward her fallen lineage. Kian’s struggle with the concept of ‘friendship’ highlights his isolation, yet his obsessive care for Talia’s mutation suggests a bond that transcends his own definitions. The interaction between the two shows a mix of professional loyalty, deep personal trust, and raw sexual tension.
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Behind the Scene:
This chapter shifts the story into a more ‘hardcore’ dark fantasy territory, blending biological horror elements with the series’ characteristic eroticism. The use of specialized magic tools for ‘mutation’ serves as a narrative device to power up the characters while reinforcing the themes of bodily autonomy and submission.
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Notes:
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Count Cain – Talia’s father.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Shidarkan – Gloomy, bearded son-in-law of the Malc family (Flora’s clan); once a modest Malc magician, ordinary next to Shajar’s elites. Attends the Cyclops Island war council after losing his wife, Flora, and sisters-in-law in the northern base’s destruction. First appears Vol. 4 Ch. 45. Reminder: bereaved Malc son-in-law—sober, doubtful, and dim but dutiful.
• Leprobus – Rou’s comrade who sacrificed his chance to escape during a pirate raid by pushing Rou off in a small boat. He returned to the deck, sword in hand, to protect the others. Distinguished by his giant blood and burning red hair, marking him as more than human. He is released by Kian on Cyclops Island jail.【v4c23】.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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