Chapter 3: Hypnotism is Invincible!
Fingal held on tightly, refusing to let go of her leg.
His tongue, thick and eager, pressed flat against the sole of her foot, lapping from heel to ball in one long, wet, possessive stroke. He savored the intimate salt of her skin, the delicate texture, before plunging his tongue into the tight, forbidden space between her toes.
He took her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it deeply, running his tongue in feverish circles around the tip before sliding it down to the sensitive pad beneath. He licked each digit in turn, his lips sealing around each toe, sucking with a lewd, hungry pressure that drew soft, wet sounds from the act.
His mouth watered as he traced the elegant arch with his tongue, then dragged it slowly, obscenely, along the tendon of her ankle and up the tantalizing curve of her calf, tasting every inch.
"Get off me! What kind of pervert are you? Get off!"
Aura's face turned as dark as the floor, with countless black lines dropping down. A lowly human slave actually dared to lick my foot... No, no—I told him to do it.
The sensation was revoltingly intimate—his warm, insistent mouth devouring her, his tongue probing places no one had ever touched. A shiver, hot and unwelcome, shot up her leg.
But who would have thought he'd do it without any hesitation?!
And for some reason, an emotion she had never felt before arose in her heart... Was it disgust? No.
Logically speaking, being licked by such a lowly creature was something she couldn't tolerate, but Aura now only felt anger. Some disdain.
Confusion.
What's going on?
The ghost of his wet, sucking kisses still burned on her skin. Her toes, sensitive and slightly swollen from his attention, curled involuntarily inside her stockings.
Aura felt somewhat strange, but relying on her demonic nature, she quickly calmed down and commanded the other two knights to pull him away.
Only then was Fingal reluctantly pulled off, his face showing an expression of wanting more.
A visible string of saliva, glistening and thick, stretched from his lower lip to the now-glistening skin of her instep before finally breaking.
"Sorry, I got a bit carried away."
"Thanks for the treat."
Only then did Fingal seem to come to his senses, wiping the corner of his mouth as if suddenly realizing something, a look of shame appearing on his face.
He secretly tasted her lingering flavor on his lips, a musky, sweet taste uniquely hers that made his blood run hot.
A flush she had never felt before spread across Aura's cheeks—was it anger? She couldn't quite tell.
The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became.
She simply stared at Fingal and issued a stern warning.
"What exactly did you just do? If there's a next time, I'll kill you."
That's just how the Demons are—they can turn on you in an instant. They were born without emotions, and even though Aura was somewhat special, she was no exception.
If it happened again, she would kill him outright.
But Fingal just stood there in a daze, silent.
"Did you hear me?"
"I understand, Aura-sama, but I'm sorry—if you extend your foot again, I'll still do the same thing."
"???"
An excited and thrilled expression appeared on Fingal's face as he pointed his thumb proudly at himself, as if boasting about his achievement.
"I could never deceive Aura-sama!"
"LOYALTY!!!!!"
Wait, wasn't my magic supposed to forcibly subjugate humans? When did it transform into magic that makes people completely and utterly devoted to me from the depths of their souls?
Aura was thrown into profound shock. Her magic was clearly meant to enforce obedience through coercion, not... this. For the first time, she felt genuine doubt about her magical training—had she been practicing it wrong all along?
Was this a good thing or a bad thing?
This marked the first instance where she questioned her own magical proficiency, even though the Bloodline Memory explicitly outlined this training method.
It's worth noting that nearly every member of the Demon Clan possessed near-blind confidence in their magical abilities. Situations that could make them doubt themselves were truly once-in-a-century occurrences.
One had to admit, Fingal had inadvertently set a world record.
[Aura developed strong confusion regarding your words and actions.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the Entry: Slight Increase in Favorability.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the Entry: Slight Emotional Amplification.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained the Entry: Fondness for Memories, Increased Fondness for Recollections.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained...]
...
A rapid series of notifications popped up, even including a blue Entry—a Level 2 Entry, along with Level 1 Entries and a bunch of Level 0 Entries.
[Level 2 Entry: For Loyal Subordinates, You Believe It Necessary to Grant Loyalty Rewards.]
As this cascade of Entries flooded in, the icy coldness in Aura's eyes gradually warmed... Though she couldn't comprehend what was happening, a subordinate who wholeheartedly cared for her, admired her, and would never betray her seemed far more intriguing than a cold, lifeless Puppet.
"You're truly disgusting. I was clearly humiliating you, yet you treat it as a reward?"
"How utterly wretched."
[Aura's Favorability has reached the threshold... Successfully activated change from Extreme Indifference to... Indifference.]
[Implanted Entry: Level 2 Entry, For Loyal Subordinates, You Believe It Necessary to Grant Loyalty Rewards-----Implantation Successful!]
A sudden thought emerged in Aura's mind... Should loyal subordinates be rewarded?
It seemed so.
In that case, what kind of reward should be given...
"Human, what reward do you require?"
"Speak, your lowly, humble desires."
Aura irritably removed her stockings—this pair was unwearable now.
Is this... really, truly acceptable?
Fingal's lips trembled. As expected of the system, it's overwhelmingly powerful! The foundational logic of someone like Aura was already beginning to be altered!
Even a powerful being like Aura could be captured by the system—no, wait, this is my hypnotic ability! My hypnotic ability is invincible!
Anyone who spends prolonged time close to me eventually succumbs to it.
"In that case... I wish to touch your chest..."
Hmm?
A dangerous glint appeared in Aura's eyes... Being groped to satisfy beastly desires didn't particularly bother her—the Demons had no such concepts—but the thought of her subordinate doing such a thing felt somewhat displeasing.
Fingal was quite adept at reading expressions, especially since Aura seemed emotionally unstable at the moment—he noticed it easily.
"I wish to touch your magnificent Demonic Horns, symbols of great power."
"...?"
"My horns? What's there to touch? I really don't get you..."
Aura found the behavior somewhat odd, but it seemed more acceptable than having her chest touched.
"Fine, since I said I'd give a reward... go ahead."
And so, Fingal nervously scurried behind Aura and grabbed both of her horns... Hiss, he felt it—the sensation was there, almost like a wicked servant bullying their master.
'Damn it, Aura, this is the price for all your evil deeds!'
He even seized the chance to shake them harshly a couple of times.
"What are you trying to do?"
Fingal replied as usual, "Please don't misunderstand, this is how we humans behave when touching horns."
"What a strange custom. Well, nothing to be done then."
Surprisingly, Aura just accepted the explanation. Though it felt weird, wasn't rewarding a subordinate perfectly normal?
She just commanded impatiently:
"Hurry up! I don't want to be touched by a weak human for too long."
Perfect!
I declare myself the winner.
Damn, Hypnotism is invincible!