In a cramped rest area of the newly constructed underground training facility at the Suzuki estate, the battle between Yuu Hoshimiya and Seiran Hoshi had reached a fever pitch.
Though described as a battle, it was really a one-sided domination of the gray-haired beauty. However, Yuu, intending to subjugate her, held back just enough to prolong the encounter, allowing her to experience more pleasure and "bliss."
Just like with Maya Tachibana, the best way to keep a dangerous, highly capable woman like Seiran by his side was through a Destiny Contract. But unlike the Chain of Fate, the third condition for the contract couldn't be met simply by overwhelming her with sexual pleasure.
And that was where Yuu was stuck.
Conditions one and two had been met through their intense, prolonged coupling. But Seiran's deepest wish turned out to be collecting all items related to Rasputin...
Even with the Suzuki family's help, fulfilling that wish quickly was nearly impossible. Who knew how many Romanov artifacts were scattered across the globe?
Originally, Yuu hadn't planned to use mental magic, but now he had no choice. If he couldn't fulfill her wish, he had to alter it magically to satisfy the contract conditions. While simply controlling her with magic was an option, other magic users existed in this world. To be absolutely safe, a Destiny Contract was the most secure method. He had spare contract slots anyway, so there was no reason not to use one.
Having made his decision, Yuu began his final sprint, intending to use mental magic to rewrite Seiran's desires at the moment of climax.
Despite her excellent physical condition and stamina, the gray-haired beauty couldn't withstand Yuu's tireless assault. As his "Great Sword" accelerated, she couldn't help but cry out for mercy.
"I'm sorry... Mr. Hoshimiya... I'm sorry...呜呜..." "It's going to break... no... no..." "Don't... ugh... I can't... I'm going to..." "Stop moving..."
Her pleas didn't soften Yuu's heart, but her tear-streaked face and the contrast between her usual coolness and her current vulnerability excited him immensely.
"Take it all!"
With a low growl, Yuu drove his sword deep, unleashing a powerful wave of white essence into her body.
"...So hot... scalding... stop attacking... I'm full... my belly is bloating... Eeek!"
Seiran's tall body writhed, her beautiful legs kicking as she begged, trying to escape the range of his weapon.
At that moment, Yuu fought to keep his mind clear amidst the pleasure. His dark red pupils flared, and deep crimson mana from the Red Magic lineage enveloped him in a visible glow. He poured almost all his power into this attempt.
This was a challenge for Yuu. He had mastered splitting his focus in two, but splitting it three ways—enjoying the orgasm, casting magic, and monitoring the system panel—required immense mental fortitude.
His magic succeeded. Seiran's body went limp, and her eyes glazed over, proof that the spell had taken hold.
But even after he emptied his magazine and his sword softened, no system notification appeared.
"No shortcuts, huh..."
Withdrawing his mana, Yuu sighed. The Destiny Contract was powerful, but its conditions were strict. Whether through physical means or magic, if it wasn't the target's true desire, it didn't count. It involved the essence of the soul, which was beyond his current capabilities. Even mental magic couldn't fundamentally change a person's soul, not even temporarily.
He had suspected as much, but confirming it was disappointing. He had hoped to contract Seiran and pair her with Maya—one teaching melee, the other marksmanship. It would have been efficient. Now, those plans were smoke.
Dispirited, Yuu decided to use the Chain of Fate for now. He didn't want to dispose of this multilingual beauty with killer legs unless absolutely necessary. He had even considered making her his secretary. As his harem grew, having someone to handle logistics—and provide "relief"—would be invaluable.
As the magic faded, Seiran slowly came back to her senses.
"Miss Seiran, from now on, you belong to me exclusively. Do you understand?"
Since the Chain could be forged through coercion, Yuu asked directly. She had already submitted; a verbal confirmation would seal the deal.
"Understood..."
Seiran answered instinctively, still dazed by the magic she had witnessed. Since he planned to explain his powers via magic anyway, Yuu didn't bother erasing her memory of the spell.
"Good." Yuu nodded with satisfaction.
The Chain's conditions were flexible. A pale pink, erotic ring appeared out of thin air, branding itself onto Seiran's flawless thigh. She stared at the mark on her snowy skin, her gray eyes igniting with a fanatical fire.
Yuu, still in sage mode, didn't notice the change immediately. He began his standard "magic explanation" speech. But as he spoke, the fervor in her eyes didn't fade; it intensified into madness.
"Mr. Hoshimiya... no, Lord Hoshimiya!"
Seiran looked at him with worship in her eyes. Her naked, fiery body clung to him, rubbing against the Great Sword that had just tortured her. Before, his size had terrified her, but knowing he wielded magic made everything make sense. It even sparked a strange reverence in her—a primal "phallic worship."
Feeling his weapon stir, Seiran became excited. She stimulated him more eagerly, pleading, "Lord Hoshimiya, please accept me as your disciple! I want to become a magician too!"
"Hmm?"
Yuu was stunned. She wasn't the first to ask, but she was definitely the most zealous. The gray-haired beauty rubbed her smooth body against his, her reluctance gone, replaced by total devotion. If he asked her to call him "Daddy," she would probably do so happily.
Yuu considered her request. Unlike before, he actually possessed a legitimate magic lineage now. He could take an apprentice—if he cleared it with Akane first.
Seiran's request sparked an idea: Why not create a magical girl squad? Even learning just the basics would give them supernatural power, solving security issues and making them invaluable assistants. It would significantly increase their value.
Expanding the Red Magic lineage would likely make Akane happy too, though he'd probably have to agree to some "unequal treaties" with her. Yuu had flexible morals, but he respected his debts. Akane was his lover and teacher; he wouldn't bully her just because he was stronger.
Of course, learning magic required aptitude. Even with Akane's help, few might succeed.
Shelving the "Magical Girl Secret Squad" idea for later, Yuu looked down at Seiran in his arms. "You really want to learn magic?"
"Yes!" Her eyes burned with longing. "I've followed my ancestor's footsteps, collecting items, just to find a way to master magic."
Yuu's interest piqued. The legends of Rasputin were mysterious; in this world, he might have truly wielded power. His habits—not bathing to preserve mana—mirrored the Red Magic restriction on crying. His legendary vitality and... endowment... could have been body reinforcement magic.
But Rasputin was dead history. What mattered was Seiran's attitude. If her goal was magic, and he demonstrated it, could the contract's third condition change?
He didn't show his hand immediately. "You know the power of magic. I haven't taught anyone around me. Why should I accept you?" He lifted her chin, his tone playful.
"I am willing to recognize you as my Master," Seiran said firmly. "I will obey you for life. If you order me to die, I will do so without hesitation."
For life, she would sacrifice her chastity. But for magic, she would sacrifice her life. This was her lifelong obsession. She had learned history and languages for this, become a criminal for this. And now, the opportunity was right in front of her.
Yuu didn't doubt her. The look in her eyes was that of a believer seeing their god. If she worshipped Rasputin before, she now worshipped Yuu. Rasputin was a legend; Yuu was real. He had shown her magic, branded her soul, and possessed godlike sexual prowess.
"I can't bear to let such a beauty die. At most, I'll make you my cum dump."
Yuu smiled, moving his hand from her chin to pet her head like a loyal dog. It was insulting, yet Seiran blushed, trembled, and nuzzled his palm.
"Master, Seiran will be your little bitch. Use me however you want~"
Women were natural actors. The ruthless criminal was gone, replaced by a voice sweeter than a little girl's.
"Tsk, tsk..." Yuu found this amusing. A twist in the path leads to a new village. Even without the contract, Seiran was now loyal. But people change, especially women. The contract was insurance.
"I accept. But whether you can master it depends on your aptitude."
Yuu pressed her head down to his crotch. His re-hardened sword, radiating heat, pressed against her face. The strong, musky scent filled her nose. Instinctively, she wanted to recoil, but reason won out. To please her god and learn magic, she opened her mouth for her first, clumsy attempt at oral service.
Seiran had almost no knowledge of this, relying entirely on Yuu's guidance. Fortunately, she was smart and learned quickly.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, pressed her legs together, and knelt in the classic "W-sitting" pose. Lowering her head, she licked the head, gradually taking the entire length into her mouth. Being her first time, she was overly gentle, afraid to hurt him.
It was comfortable at first, but Yuu soon wanted more intensity. He stood up, thrusting his weapon into her face again. The standing position was optimal for face-fucking.
He took control, pushing past her timid tongue. The sword, only a third of the way in, was driven deeper by his hips. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, forming a silver thread connecting her lips to the bed.
"Mmph—"
Despite her willingness, Seiran's small mouth struggled to accommodate the massive invasion. She fought the urge to bite down, licking the underside of the shaft. The smell of him filled her senses, overwhelming her thoughts.
Yuu began a slow rhythm, pushing deep and pulling out. The silver thread at her lips thickened, and drops fell onto her white body. With a growl, Yuu sped up. Seiran lost the ability to swallow, forced to gulp down the mixture of saliva and pre-cum whenever he withdrew, only to face another assault immediately.
The sound of wet slapping filled the small room. Yuu couldn't see her face, buried as it was, but the pleasure confirmed her presence.
"Ah-woo! Not—mph—finished yet—"
Seiran tried to speak in the brief gaps, but got no response, only the expanding mass in her mouth. After what felt like an eternity, her mouth went numb. With a grunt, Yuu fired hot liquid into her throat.
"Gulp! Mmph! Gulp, gulp~"
As he withdrew, Seiran tried to spit out the strange-tasting fluid, but a large hand clamped her jaw shut.
"Swallow."
She tried to shake her head, but he tilted her chin up. Understanding his order—and needing to clear her airway—she diluted the thick fluid with her saliva and swallowed hard. The taste spread through her mouth, and despite his grip, white foam bubbled at the corners of her lips.
"Good girl. I'm satisfied." Yuu released her.
"Cough! Cough!" Seiran covered her mouth, coughing violently. She looked at him with teary, resentful eyes. "Master, you're too rough..."
"This is normal intensity for a cum dump. You're just too weak; you need training." Yuu shook his head mockingly. His weapon was softening but recovering. "Let's proceed to the next step..."
He wasn't just starting another round for pleasure; he wanted to try for the Destiny Contract again. Now that her greatest wish was learning magic, revealing the training schedule might trigger the condition. He didn't want to grant her mana yet, fearing she might lack aptitude, which would kill the contract chance entirely. Fulfillment of a wish was subjective; if Seiran believed it was fulfilled, the system might accept it.
And of course, he wanted to fuck her again. Seeing the cool, dangerous woman turned into an obedient puppy was incredibly arousing.
Just thinking about it made Yuu impatient.