Chapter 8: Desire and Flames
They weren't far from the small town now, yet Fingal felt strangely calm.
Forty percent!
Regarding deceiving Aura out of the horrifying city massacre, he already had a forty percent chance of success!
Excellent!
Instantly no longer panicked—Hypnotism is invincible!
"I just wanted to amuse you. Seeing you idle, not knowing what to do, immersed in a boring life, I truly felt as if something was stuck in my throat, as painful as a thousand needles piercing my heart."
"So I hope you can find something you love beyond these boring tasks forced upon you by the Demon King."
Fingal made a pained face, grabbing his own heart as if in deep sorrow, as if the pain wasn't someone else's but his own.
'Really? Do I seem that bored?'
Even Aura began to doubt herself. Hiss, was she really that bored? It seemed, probably yes?
Come to think of it, this guy seemed pretty good, didn't he?
As a subordinate, he seemed quite good.
Hmm, that's right.
The corners of Aura's mouth lifted imperceptibly. Maintaining the mostly unchanging deadpan typical of the Demons, she lightly snorted.
"Hmph, boring"
[Aura's affection level slightly increased... Current Favorability: 43]
Fingal's face fell into complete despair, the picture of something sadder than sadness itself, though inwardly he just felt somewhat speechless. What was this guy saying? If not for the system, he might actually have believed it.
Whatever, the important thing was the plan.
Now then... Sixty percent!
"But... Since you put it that way, it does make some sense."
"I'll forgive you."
Aura found it somewhat amusing, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.
She decided to give it a try—this humble, wholeheartedly self-serving, loyal suggestion from her subordinate.
Fingal was quite right—her life did seem somewhat boring.
Then, she stopped, turning toward Fingal—and extending her elegant long leg, looking down at him from above with her usual contemptuous gaze.
The snowy skin revealed by the slit in her skirt was more dazzling than a jeweler's freshly polished pearls.
"As a reward for your loyalty.... Come on, those beast-like, wanting-to-lick-my-toes-clean eyes of yours are about to overflow."
"...?"
Really?
Fingal froze for two seconds. Why was she delivering herself to his doorstep?
"Gulp."
His throat moved. Damn, was he getting a bit too into character? It seemed that way—like it had already become a conditioned reflex.
Remember the performance rules! Don't get too immersed in the role, don't actually think you're a sycophant.
Speaking of which, this system was truly evil. Aura had completely overlooked the rationality of 'a human licking a witch'—this system didn't seem like something the protagonist would use! How could someone as upright as me match up with this kind of golden finger?
Clank...
The armored soldier approached closer. Aura's boot conveniently tapped lightly against his forehead.
The witch stared down at him from above.
"What, or do you want an even more perverted reward? You single-celled organism."
"Do you want me to shove my entire foot into your slobbering mouth?" she mused, her voice a low, taunting purr.
The mental image of her slender foot filling his mouth, his tongue forced flat and wet, made his cock twitch painfully against his pants.
"Absolutely hopeless."
Aura's tone grew even more disgusted. Really, did she need to do this sort of thing? Hmm..It seems like it has already been done once, so a second time was normal too, right?
She convinced herself.
"This..."
Should I do it?
Should I do it? Right here, right now?
After acting subservient the entire journey, this is the reward I deserve, right? The other party is an evil, cruel member of the Demon race.
After all, what a coincidence! You happen to have beautiful legs, and I happen to have a mouth!
Hiss, I seem to be getting a bit perverted!
His gaze dropped from her face, sliding down the elegant column of her throat, over the swell of her breasts, to fixate on the tantalizing shadow between her thighs, barely concealed by the dark fabric of her skirt. He imagined the feel of the pleasure he would find there.
"Then... I'll begin?"
Fingal hesitated for a moment, then firmly grasped Aura's calf... Could he push the boundaries a bit further?
His grip was firm, his thumbs pressing into the soft, cool flesh of her calf as he slowly guided her foot towards his waiting mouth. The delicate arch, the perfect alignment of her toes—it was a feast laid before him.
He leaned in, his hot breath washing over her instep before his lips finally made contact. He started with a long, slow lick from the base of her heel all the way to the tip of her big toe, savoring the faint, clean sweat and her unique, feminine scent.
"Aura-sama, could you... um, lift your... um, I'm just saying, this way I could better appreciate your beauty... Ah, please, onegai!"
He was begging for a glimpse of her panties, for the chance to see the soft, vulnerable flesh of her inner thighs.
Fingal hardened his heart—what's wrong with this? Isn't this what I deserve?
This is called the fruits of labor!
"Tch, you... pushing your luck, are you?"
Rewards should be given gradually, right? So greedy—Fingal's action made her even more disgusted, but also more reassured. She might be researching a more powerful form of Obedience Magic.
Well, alright then, since that's the case...
So Aura, without any shame, used her fingers to slightly lift the fabric of her clothing. The Demons have no sense of morality.
The hem of her skirt slid higher, revealing more of her pristine, slender thigh. The intoxicating scent of her skin, clean yet subtly musky, filled the space between them.
And then he saw it—the shadowed apex of her thighs, the dark, delicate lace of her panties stretched taut over her lower lips. A damp spot was already forming at the center, betraying her arousal.
Hiss!!!!!
The breathing of a certain lowly man clearly quickened too much.
Thump, thump, thump—so thrilling... Is this the reward for my transmigration? I'll never curse you again, System-san. May System-san be happy every day. If I transmigrate again in my next life, I'll still look for you!
What a great transmigration!
His fingertips crept up like a greedy snake. At this moment, a faint golden glow actually shimmered in Fingal's eyes.
He could wait no longer. His tongue, hot and wet, lashed out in a broad, lewd stripe from her heel to the ball of her foot. A low, ragged groan escaped him as he tasted the salt and sweetness of her skin. He took her big toe into his mouth, sucking it deeply, his tongue swirling around the tip before delving into the sensitive space between it and the next.
His fingers slid from her calf to the back of her knee, a terribly intimate and sensitive spot, before stroking upwards along the silky skin of her inner thigh, inching closer to the heat of her pussy with each passing second.
He sucked on her toes like they were tiny, precious candies, his mouth creating a tight, wet seal around each one. He lavished attention on the sensitive webbing, his tongue probing and flicking, mimicking a far more intimate act. His free hand now cupped the back of her thigh, his thumb stroking maddeningly close to the damp lace covering her pussy.
I really am... my brain is trembling ahhh!!!
He worshipped her foot with his mouth, moving from toe to toe, sucking each one into the warm cavern of his mouth, lavishing attention on the pink, tender pads. His saliva coated her skin, making it gleam under the light. He nibbled gently on her Achilles tendon before tracing his tongue along the pronounced arch, making her toes curl involuntarily.
Driven by lust, he turned his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, just a couple of inches away from her panties. His tongue darted out to taste her there, the skin even softer, saltier. He could smell her properly now—the heady, primal aroma of her arousal, seeping through the lace.
[Aura's favorability slightly increased...]
[Aura's favorability slightly increased...]
[Aura's favorability: 50]
[Aura's favorability has reached the threshold—Neutral (50)]
The sensation was overwhelming. The slick, warm suction of his mouth, the insistent probing of his tongue between her toes, the faint scrape of his teeth—it sent unexpected jolts of pleasure up her leg, pooling low in her belly.
A warm, aching throb began between her legs, a needy pulse that matched the rhythm of his sucking. Her panties grew unmistakably wet, the fabric clinging to her swollen folds.
For some reason, the faint heat emanated from below her navel, vanishing like a breeze in the blink of an eye, yet seeming to hide deeply beneath her snow-white skin, causing Aura to unconsciously curl her toes.
Her earlier disgust was now tangled with a thick, foreign arousal. The wet sounds of his fervent licking and sucking filled her ears, and she found her hips shifting minutely against the seat.
A small, choked sound escaped her lips as his thumb finally brushed directly over her damp panties, applying a firm, circular pressure to her clit through the soaked lace.
Aura, feeling the uncomfortable dampness on her pussy, was about to scold him but suddenly caught sight of Fingal's eyes—Speaking of which, this guy is actually quite good-looking, isn't he?
His pupils are like gemstones.
It seemed to be something engraved in her genes... a natural attraction to a certain higher, more beautiful form.
And Aura was completely unaware of all this.
She just felt inexplicably restless, like the first spark of a wildfire beginning to leap.
Fingal, lost in his devotions, slid his hands higher, massaging the firm muscle of her calf as his mouth worked lower, kissing and sucking his way down to her sensitive heel, leaving a glistening trail in his wake. He was hard and aching in his armor, each pass of his tongue a lewd promise of what his mouth could do elsewhere.
He fantasized about pushing her skirt up to her waist, tearing aside the flimsy barrier of her panties, and burying his face not in her feet, but in her dripping cunt, drinking from her until she screamed.
...
One hour later, they arrived at the town.
Feeling inexplicably irritable but unable to find an outlet, Aura decided to follow her subordinate's advice—not to slaughter the town, but to disguise herself, don a cloak, and seek amusement in the town.
"I think—delicious food might bring you pleasure."
That's what Fingal said.