#16
The two sisters’ hands began to gently trace over Hereis’s body. These were far more than mere caresses; the potent magic pulsing distinctly from their forms could be felt even through the mirror’s surface.
Ange was the first to incline her head, as if to capture Hereis’s lips. Her scarlet lips drew languidly closer to Hereis’s composed mouth. Jeha’s hands involuntarily clenched into tight fists. His heart hammered against his ribs as if threatening to shatter them, and his breath hitched, as though he had just sprinted a great distance.
‘Stop!’
It was a moment where he almost cried out, completely against his will.
“Oh my!”
Ange, just as she was about to capture Hereis’s lips, let out a small gasp. Startled, Jeha saw that Hereis’s sapphire eyes had opened at some point. Hereis’s pale hand was clamped firmly around Ange’s wrist.
Jeha instinctively hunched his neck and shoulders, like a child caught in mischief. Ange and Rose, however, reacted entirely differently. A knowing smile played on the sisters’ lips, as if they had anticipated Hereis opening his eyes, and they coiled around Hereis’s body even more suggestively, like serpents. Simultaneously, their magic, thick and cloying, enveloped his entire form like a sticky serpent.
“Oh, beautiful priest, we have come at our master’s command. Tonight, my sister and I shall guide you into a world of ecstasy and pleasure.”
Rose’s voice, sweet enough to melt one’s ears, whispered. Her lips were already hovering tantalizingly close to Hereis’s earlobe. Jeha rubbed his ears vigorously, feeling as though Rose’s breath were caressing his own. Even though he wasn’t the target, his body involuntarily squirmed, a strange sensation washing over him – truly the allure of a top-tier succubus.
“Master?”
Despite the bewildering situation, Hereis maintained a calm, almost icy composure. He gently yet firmly pushed away the two women clinging to him, sitting upright. His long, silver hair, neatly arranged on the pillow, cascaded down his chest, creating an ethereal sight. Seeing this, the two sisters’ eyes sparkling, and they subtly licked their lips.
“Indeed. Our great master, Bellarossa, Lord of Sloth and Corruption, personally sent us to you. He commanded us to bestow upon you pleasures and ecstasies unlike any other in this world.”
“So indulge, beautiful priest. The opportunity to savor both of us sisters simultaneously is not one easily granted.”
The sisters’ voices were silken, yet sweet as honey. They overflowed with an insidious magic that made listeners’ bodies squirm involuntarily.
Jeha swallowed, a prominent gulp. His heart throbbed wildly.
It was an unsettling sensation.
He found himself wanting to witness Hereis succumb to the sisters’ allure, to be defiled and corrupted, yet simultaneously, an urge to see Hereis cruelly cast them aside surged within him.
Hereis, having once again gently pushed away the sisters attempting to cling to him, spoke with a completely unperturbed expression, betraying no hint of emotion.
“As this is a favor from Lord Bellarossa, it would be proper to accept it with gratitude, but…”
Hereis’s voice, emerging from his composed lips, was clear and pristine. It carried a quality that seemed to utterly eclipse the sweet, seductive tones of the two sisters. Jeha held his breath, anticipating Hereis’s next words. The sisters, too, paused their clinging gestures, their gazes fixed upon Hereis.
Within Hereis’s sapphire eyes, which met Ange’s and then Rose’s gaze in turn, there was not the slightest trace of desire or unholy intent. Upon this realization, the sisters’ expressions twisted into a mixture of bewilderment and chagrin.
“I find myself utterly devoid of attraction to either of you. And should I engage in intimacy with such feelings, I doubt I would experience the pleasure and ecstasy you promised.”
With his calm, measured tone, Hereis delivered a crushing blow to the two sisters. Ange and Rose’s faces contorted as if they had been subjected to the most heinous insults. Frankly, even in their distress, their appearance remained alluring and beautiful, yet it seemed to have no effect whatsoever on Hereis.
However, Ange and Rose were not so easily dismissed. Instead of forcing themselves upon Hereis, they retreated a step, showcasing their exquisite forms as they whispered sweetly.
“Beautiful priest, are you truly refusing our master’s command, you, his sworn contractor?”
As Rose invoked Bellarossa’s command, a faint flicker of discomfiture crossed Hereis’s face. The moment Rose, having noticed this, reached out once more to caress Hereis’s cheek, he intercepted her hand, firmly grasping her wrist.
“His purpose, I presume, is to defile and corrupt me through your ministrations. However, it seems neither of you is capable of accomplishing such a feat…”
Having uttered those words, Hereis abruptly turned his head, his gaze sweeping towards Jeha’s hidden vantage point.
Through the mirror, their eyes met directly. The instant those sapphire irises locked with his, Jeha was utterly startled.
‘Even Ange and Rose hadn’t detected his presence, so could Hereis actually feel him? Had he known all along that he was being watched? Was he now branded as a complete perverted demon king?’
In that brief instant, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind.
Yet, in the very next moment, Jeha felt a measure of relief. It seemed their direct eye contact had been purely coincidental, as Hereis’s gaze slowly drifted, searching a spot slightly askew from Jeha’s actual location. He appeared to have sensed a presence, but nothing more definitive.
Seeing Hereis’s utterly unwavering demeanor, the two sisters adopted crestfallen expressions. Their faces conveyed the profound humiliation they felt.
“Please convey this to him: if he truly intends to defile and corrupt me, he should not dispatch subordinates such as yourselves, but rather undertake the task personally.”
“E-e-eeek?!”
Simultaneously with Jeha’s startled cry, Rose and Ange, visible through the mirror, also widened their eyes in shock.
“W-what did you say? Are you implying our master must personally lie with you to corrupt a mere human such as yourself?! You insolent wretch!”
Ange then shrieked, her face sharp with fury, and slapped Hereis’s pale cheek with a resounding smack. The blow was so forceful that Hereis’s head whipped sharply to the side.
“Oh, dear.”
Jeha frowned, his gaze fixed on Hereis’s cheek, which had instantly blossomed into an angry red.
As Hereis slowly righted his face, an expression finally registered upon it. Yet, instead of anger or insult, he parted his lips with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
“Had you not been sent directly by him, I daresay both of you would have been utterly annihilated by now, unable to even preserve your very existence.”
From Hereis’s sapphire eyes, as he spoke calmly and unhurriedly, a divine aura flashed momentarily. It was a light so profoundly pure and sacred that even Jeha, observing it from beyond the mirror, recoiled in surprise.
“Kyaak!”
“Aagh!”
If Jeha was startled, then the two sisters, exposed directly to that light, shrieked piercingly and vanished from the bed in an instant. As if by teleportation, they reappeared pressed tightly against the furthest wall of the room, as far from the bed as possible, trembling violently.
“Both of you, please take your leave now. I must rise early tomorrow to attend mass.”
Hereis spoke indifferently, then began to meticulously tidy his bedding as if nothing untoward had transpired. At this sight, Ange and Rose bit their lips, their faces etched with humiliation. Yet, perhaps knowing they were utterly outmatched by Hereis, they dared not make any rash movements.
The sisters exchanged a glance. Rose subtly shook her head, a silent signal that it was time to retreat.
“You… you wretch! If not for being our master’s contractor, you would be no match for us sisters! You pathetic human!”
Ange shrieked fiercely. However, her wide eyes betrayed her utterly terrified state of mind. Rose took Ange’s hand and pulled her. Ange, feigning reluctance, let out a disdainful huff and vanished into the shadows with Rose.
Indifferent to their vanishing act, Hereis merely lay back down on his now-tidy bed. He lay quietly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Jeha, his heart pounding like a thief caught in the act, held his breath, secretly observing Hereis.
A moment later, Hereis, still gazing at the ceiling, murmured softly.
“If my body were so easily corrupted by a mere succubus, would I have summoned you? No. Thus, if you truly wish to defile me, you must step forward yourself. Bellarossa… no, Lord Jeha.”
Having murmured as if fully aware of his presence, Hereis quietly closed his eyes once more. Jeha placed a hand over his furiously pounding heart, which throbbed like a fish freshly pulled from water, and swallowed audibly. Then, he thought,
‘This contract, it seems, will be far more arduous to fulfill than I had imagined.’