Chapter 2: Stop It! Don't Lick Anymore!
"What's wrong with you? How can you move freely...?"
Aura set aside the idea of killing Fingal—suddenly, this human seemed rather likable to her.
Like a teenager who loves collecting various figurines showing favoritism toward two particular dolls, Aura didn't feel like killing him immediately.
"I don't know either. I just suddenly could move."
What's going on here?
Although Aura was a genius in Obedience Magic, there was still room for growth on this path—for instance, people with strong wills could briefly break free from her control, and Aura was aware of this.
She could control those who resisted her... Wait, resistance?
Aura's furrowed brow gradually relaxed... She seemed to understand.
This is truly unheard of! In other words, this human holds no hostility toward her at all.
Humans are just too ridiculous, aren't they?
With a thought, a Puppet thudded to the ground, serving as her seat. Aura's petite bottom settled onto it without feeling any hardness.
Crossing her legs, her delicate, long calves wrapped in black stockings exuded a faint, alluring fragrance as her leather boots swayed lightly.
"Haha, you must be crazy... We've only just met, right?"
"What's going on with you?"
Aura wanted to figure out what was going on in this human's mind. Had her magic evolved to the point where it could make others' wills completely submit to her?
No, that shouldn't be Obedience Magic—it should be Hypnosis Magic.
...
"I'm serious! The moment I laid eyes on Aura-sama, I fell deeply in love—your beautiful face, gem-like eyes, and full figure." Fingal paused briefly, "And those captivating legs have utterly enchanted me... Ah, great Aura-sama, you are the most beautiful creation in the world."
Fingal's heart trembled. Ugh, how disgusting.
"Huh? What nonsense? You're saying I'm the most beautiful creation in the world?"
Aura had never considered such things before, but today it struck her as odd—so I am actually quite beautiful?
[Aura feels slightly puzzled by your behavior.]
[You have acquired an affinity keyword.]
[You use the affinity keyword]
[Aura's Affinity: 6]
"Of course, Aura-sama is the most powerful, the most beautiful, the most exquisite woman in the world."
"No, female Demon."
Fingal vividly described his admiration for Aura, his gaze as if beholding his most revered deity. He even forced himself to fantasize—yes, just like that!
To deceive others, one must first deceive oneself. He stared intently at Aura's legs. Hah, you bastard, you're having a rough time in my mind.
"You're really a pervert... Do you like my legs that much? Hmm? Are humans really such perverted creatures? To actually fancy the legs of their natural enemy—aren't you afraid of death?"
Aura propped her chin with one hand, watching the man with keen interest.
She lifted her toes, hooking them under Fingal's chin and swaying them left and right.
Gulp.
Damn, I might actually be losing my composure.
"Of course I fear death, but the thought of never being able to see Aura-sama's beautiful form and these treasures again in this lifetime—that strikes me as the most terrifying thing in the world! Even if I die, I must protect you."
...
Sss—
Hearing this, Aura couldn't help but show a hint of disgust on her face.
"You... are so disgusting."
In truth, Aura was a somewhat peculiar Demon Clan member. Her emotions were slightly more varied compared to her kin.
Aura pondered, So my legs are that attractive? They can make someone so obsessed... As expected, I am indeed remarkable!
Yes, she believed it!
Aura grew somewhat interested in Fingal. Normally, she would have disposed of such an unruly toy outright, but now...
She wanted to test just how obsessed this man was with her.
"In that case, right here—kiss my toes."
The wicked female demon manipulated her Puppet to remove her shoes, fixing a mocking gaze on Fingal—Alright, you claim to like my legs? Let's see how much you adore them, how deeply obsessed you are.
She slowly flexed her toes, the sheer silk of her stockings straining against the defined arches, a deliberate and tantalizing display.
"If I'm not mistaken, even among humans, kissing someone's toes is considered an extreme humiliation, right? If you can't even do this, how can you claim loyalty to me..."
Before she could finish, Fingal was ecstatic. Such a fortunate turn of events?
"Then I won't hold back!"
Aura: "????"
Before the wicked female demon could react, Fingal grabbed her silk-stocking-clad foot—sliding up along her calf, creeping upward with ill intent.
He brought the sole to his face first, inhaling deeply the musk of leather and her skin through the fine silk before his tongue, hot and wet, pressed a long, slow stripe from heel to toes.
This scent... it's the scent of lies!
"!!!"
Bastard!
"What are you doing? Let go of me, let go, let go already!"
Aura felt her scalp tingling—how could this guy have absolutely no sense of shame? What is he doing?!
His mouth closed over her big toe, sucking hard on the silk-clad digit, his tongue swirling around the tip before moving to the next, sucking on each toe with lavish, slurping attention. The damp heat seeped through the fabric, a shockingly intimate violation.
Even as a member of the Demon Clan with no moral compass, she found this somewhat unbearable.
He didn't stop at her feet. His lips and tongue traveled up the sensitive tendon of her ankle, then along the curve of her calf, sucking at the plush flesh through the stocking, leaving the material soaked and translucent.
[Aura has developed strong confusion toward you.]
[You have gained a slight increase in favorability.]
[You have obtained the "Slight Increase in Favorability" entry.]
[You have obtained a new entry... Level 1 Entry.]
[You have obtained the new entry "Common Sense Implanter: Slight Emotional Amplification"]
Holy shit, it exploded!
Fingal grew even more excited upon hearing this series of sounds!
[Entry successfully implanted!]
[Aura's Favorability: 9]
[Implanted Entry]:
[Deepen Impression: Become more tolerant toward slaves who admire you.]
[Slightly increase favorability toward humans with attractive appearances.]
"Let go of me, you bastard!"
Aura grew frantic—the unfamiliar, wet sensation on her calf made her feel somewhat disgusted and unable to endure it.
His hands gripped her thigh, holding her in place as his mouth worked higher, past her knee, his teeth grazing the inner softness of her thigh through the damp silk, his breaths hot and ragged against her skin.
But Fingal gave her no chance.
Trying to run? Not that easy!