Chapter 97 Interlude: Carmilla Oliver (Oribe Mira)*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
As Chihiro and Haruna finally stepped out and the weight of their presence ebbed away beyond the door, I allowed myself to sink deep into the plush velvet of the sofa.
”Phew… that was far too close for comfort,” I muttered to the empty room.
A heavy, ragged sigh escaped my lips. After all, they had walked in precisely while I was engaged in such… unseemly activities. Panic was only natural. I mean, they didn’t actually see anything, did they?
Anyhow, five hundred years of life tends to thin out one’s desires. I can exist without sustenance; hunger never claws at me, so my appetite has withered to nothing. I can go without rest, yet the sheer mental exhaustion of being conscious makes the desire for sleep linger. As for my carnal lust… I wonder. Perhaps it remains as stubborn as any mortal’s.
To begin with, there is a specific reason I remain trapped in this youthful shell. It lies within my Unique Skill¹: [‘Eternal Stasis’]².
That was the gift-or curse-bestowed upon me the moment I was summoned to this world. Its function is chillingly simple: I shall never age, I shall never die, and I shall never fade. I am immune to the ravages of sleep and starvation. In the beginning, the skill’s description was a blackened void; I had no inkling of its true nature. Its horrifying truth only came to light when we set out to slay the Demon King.
At first, I rejoiced. To be forever young, forever untouchable by death? It felt like a dream. But once my comrades realized I was indestructible, I was relegated to the role of a living shield. It mattered little that my flesh knit itself back together before the pain could even register; the terror of being torn apart never truly left me.
Amidst that cycle of violence, there was one man who looked upon my treatment with fury: [‘Zilnar Envidium’]
He was the third prince of the Envidium Empire-the realm that would become Envyos. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, he stayed by my side. When I finally asked why he bothered with me, he gave me a response so direct it left me breathless.
”Because I love you,” he said. I was the one who panicked then.
He hated seeing me at the vanguard, absorbing every blow meant for others. My stats weren’t particularly high, so I had resigned myself to being the ‘right tool for the job,’ a disposable wall.
But he wouldn’t have it. “I don’t care about the strategy,” he’d bark at the others. “Are you bastards really okay with letting a girl suffer like this?” I think that was the moment I truly fell for him. Looking back, I realize just how hopelessly ‘easy’ I was five centuries ago.
Eventually, the Demon King fell. Upon our return, Zilnar was hailed as a savior, a title he wore with a certain humble grace. But jealousy is a rot that starts at the top. His own father and brother-the King and the Crown Prince-watched his ascent with narrowing eyes.
At the time, Envidium was bleeding out, not just from the Demon King’s shadow, but from the King’s own decadence. While the people starved, the King indulged in every conceivable luxury. Zilnar was the only one who truly grieved for the land. He had sought the Demon King’s head specifically to win the mandate of the people, and he returned a conqueror. (Though he had mostly cleared the path for us, his bravery was undeniable.)
With the masses at his back, he launched a coup. The royal castle fell in a single night. He purged the corruption, executing the King, the Prince, and every sycophant noble. Thus, he became the First King of Envyos.
While my classmates vanished back to their world, I stayed. I accepted Zilnar’s proposal and took my place as his Queen. The years were a blur of duty and joy; I bore children, I held my grandchildren. I was happy. But the toll of my skill began to show. I watched my beloved husband wither and pass. Worse, I watched my sons and their sons grow old and die while I remained unchanged. It was more than a heart should have to bear.
So, I fled the palace. I discarded my title, took a new name, and founded the Magic Academy to watch over the kingdom as the Chairwoman.
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I push off the sofa and move to my desk, my silk robe whispering against my skin as I sit. Reading my old journals before the meeting was a mistake. Thinking of those stolen moments with Zilnar has left me with a restless, throbbing ache between my thighs. Because I had to stop when the students arrived, the frustration is now a physical weight.
I pull the tie of my robe. There is nothing beneath it. To think I was acting the part of the dignified headmistress while completely naked under this silk… I really am a depraved woman. I shrug the garment off, exposing my immortality to the cool air of the room. My breasts, firm and untouched by time, have n**ipss that are already hard and aching. I pinch one, and a jolt of electricity shoots straight to my core, making my knees buckle.
”Nngh… haaa…” I gasped.
I roll the sensitive peaks between my fingers, letting out a shameful, honeyed moan. My right hand wanders down to my heat. I am already slick, my folds weeping with need. I find the center of my pleasure.
”Hah… ah, God… it feels… so good…”
I bite my lip, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could never let anyone see me like this-the Great Matriarch, reduced to a panting mess. I slide a finger into my wetness, the sound of my own arousal echoing in the quiet office. The fluid spills over, staining the leather of the chair and tracing silver lines down my inner thighs.
”Ngh… haa… ahhh… yes… right there…”
I arch my back, grinding against my own hand. In my mind, these aren’t my fingers. They are Zilnar’s rough, kingly hands. I close my eyes and let the fantasy consume me.
”Ah! Yes! Zyl… more… please…!” I cried out.
Zyl… my Zyl is everywhere. He’s at my breasts, his mouth on my neck, his fingers deep inside me. The waves of pleasure are becoming a tide I can’t outrun.
”No… stop… I’m… I’m going to-! Ah! Aaaaaah!”
I shatter. My body goes taut as a bowstring, and I release, my juices splashing across the floor in a frantic, hot burst. As the tremors subside, a memory flickers. I reach into the desk drawer, fumbling past official seals and inkwells until I find it. It is a long, curved rod, fashioned with a realistic head and a heavy base-a phallus, carved to remind me of what I lost.
I bring the cold material to my lips, coating it with my saliva, licking it with a desperate, hungry tongue.
”Haa… mmm… does that feel good, my love?” I whispered to the toy.
In the haze of my mind, the ddo is Zilnar. His shadow looms over me, his face a blur of golden light and memory. I guide the slicked head to my entrance, which is already gaping and weeping.
”Oh, Zyl… yes… come inside me…”
I slowly sink onto it, feeling the rigid length stretch me open. It pushes deep, claiming every inch of my hollow interior.
”Ah… ahhh! He’s… he’s inside me again…!”
The sensation of being filled by the ghost of the man I loved brings tears to my eyes. I begin to move, my hips rocking in a slow, agonizing rhythm. The room is filled with the wet, squelching sounds of my own debauchery. In my mind, Zilnar lifts me from the chair and lays me on the floor, but no-I want to be in control. I straddle his phantom form, riding him with a frantic, desperate energy.
”Aah… Zyl… it feels… so wonderful… do you feel me? Do you feel how much I missed you?”
I grind my pelvis against him, rotating my hips to catch every nerve ending, serving his memory with my body.
”Ngh, ah, Zyl… more, thrust harder… please…!”
The fantasy shifts. Zilnar begins to buck beneath me, his phantom c**k slamming against my cervix.
”Ah! Yes! It’s so… so deep! God, I’m… wait…?”
A sudden, sharp sensation hits my other opening. I gasp, looking back over my shoulder. There, in the shadows of my mind, stands another man: **Kurt.**
He was my second husband. Two hundred and fifty years ago, the cycle of rot had repeated. The kings who followed Zilnar had forgotten his grace, drowning the nation in blood and taxes. The people were broken, and from their ranks rose Kurt. He was a simple man of the earth, fueled by a righteous fire. He led a rebellion that should have been crushed, but I stepped in. When the cowering royals realized the Mother of the Nation stood with the rebel, they surrendered in terror.
I married him, and we had three children. History remembers him as Kurt the Revolutionary. He died never knowing that his wife was the immortal queen of old. But Kurt was always a jealous, possessive lover. In my fantasy, he cannot bear to see me wailing under Zilnar’s touch. Without a word of warning, he drives his length into my narrow, virgin backside.
”NGHH! So… so sudden! Haa! Ah! Oh, God!”
Kurt thrusts with a raw, primal anger. Normally, such an intrusion would tear a woman apart, but my ‘Stasis’ allows my body to accommodate his thickness, my rear molding itself around his intrusion. Seeing this, Zilnar redoubles his efforts from below, his thrusts becoming violent and deep.
The room is a symphony of wet friction as I am hammered from both sides. The air grows thick and heavy with the scent of s*x and sweat.
”Ah! Hii! Zyl and Kurt… they’re rubbing together… inside me! It’s too much! I’m going to lose my mind! Please! Don’t stop! Break me!”
I am caught in a crossfire of ecstasy. My thoughts dissolve into a white-hot fog; I am no longer a queen or a teacher. I am just a vessel for their hunger.
”Ah! Ahh! More! Destroy me! Make me forget everything!”
I scream like a wild animal. If my students heard this-if the fans from my old world saw their ‘idol’ reduced to this-they would be horrified. Or perhaps they would use the image of my ruin to fuel their own depraved fantasies. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the friction.
”Oh! Ooh! It’s too much! I’m… I’m going! I’m going to-!”
Zilnar and Kurt converge on my center, their dual assault pushing me over the precipice.
”I’m c**ming! I’m c**ming! I’M CUMMING!”
A sudden, violent eruption of heat flooded me. I arch my back until my spine nearly snaps, my body convulsing in a violent, prolonged climax. A torrent of fluid erupts from me, soaking the carpet in a wide, dark stain.
I collapse onto the floor, the two ddos sliding out of me and clattering onto the wood with a dull, hollow sound. It was all a dream. A hollow, desperate delusion. The two men I loved lived centuries apart; they could never have shared me.
The warmth of the orgasm is quickly replaced by a cold, crushing emptiness that settles into my bones. They have been dust for a long, long time. I hate myself for this-for being reduced to playing with toys and memories just to survive the weight of my own loneliness.
”Oh, someone,” I whispered into the dark. “Please, someone… just kill me. Put an end to this wretched, endless forever.”
But… if there is someone else out there who carries this same burden of eternity… I want to walk with them. If it is a man, I would be his everything. I wouldn’t care how he looked, or how broken he was. Anything is better than this silence.
That was a prayer that would one day be answered, though that moment was still a long, long way away-
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Summary:
Carmilla Oliver reflects on her 500-year history as an immortal in the world of Envyos. After Chihiro and Haruna leave her office, she succumbs to her loneliness and unfulfilled desires, fantasizing about her two deceased husbands, Zilnar and Kurt. The chapter ends with her deep longing for a companion who shares her eternal lifespan.
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Trivia:
- Carmilla was a ‘meat shield’ in the hero’s party because she cannot die.
- She has outlived all her biological descendants (children and grandchildren).
- She founded the Magic Academy to watch over the country she once ruled.
- She actually came from ‘the original world’ (Japan) like the other students.
- The ‘Stasis’ skill makes her body adapt even to physical trauma during fantasy
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Character Insight:
Carmilla’s outward dignity as a Chairwoman masks a profound, centuries-old isolation. Her ‘Easy’ (Choro-i) nature in the past led her to fall for Zilnar simply because he cared for her wellbeing. Her s*xual fantasies are a coping mechanism for the ‘crushing emptiness’ of immortality.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that this chapter was added to include explicit content because ‘lack of heat’ was becoming difficult to maintain in the story progression.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Chihiro – Height 178 cm, weight 70 kg (Male). Natsumi’s childhood friend. A handsome, athletic top student in the soccer club.
• Haru – The authoritative leader of the Merchant Guild Royal.
• Carmilla – Also known as Oribe Mira. The five-hundred-year-old founder and Chairwoman of the academy with silver hair and green eyes. Former Queen of Envyos. Originally a Japanese high school student and legendary voice actress. Has black hair and black eyes in her true form. Wears a luxurious black robe with gold embroidery.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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