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"Oh my, you really got yourself into a mess, didn't you?"

On the large bed in the center of the bedroom, Sheila—still drained and leaning into Bokue's embrace—fixed her amused gaze upon the brown-skinned maid who had just emerged from the closet. Her eyes were especially drawn to Zest's thoroughly soaked skirt, dripping as if she'd been caught in a downpour.

Faced with Sheila's teasing gaze, Zest flushed deeply, the blush staining her already tan cheeks a darker shade. Mortified, she turned her face away and murmured softly:

"I'm... I'm sorry, Lady Sheila. I've gotten the uniform dirty..."

"Oh, that's hardly a problem, my dear." Sheila shook her head gently, offering a reassuring smile. Even exhausted, the petite Succubus still leaned comfortably against Bokue, his arm around her waist supporting her from collapsing to the bed.

Then, with a playful smirk, Sheila crooked a finger toward Zest. "But rather than worrying about your dress, could you please show us your left hand?"

"My... left hand...?!"

Startled, Zest seemed visibly hesitant, embarrassment clear in her posture. Yet, as Sheila was currently her direct superior—and in a certain sense her "Master"—refusal simply wasn't an option.

"I understand..."

Reluctantly, she held out her left hand, palm forward, presenting it clearly for the two on the bed to see.

At first glance, her palm looked perfectly normal. But starting from the second joint of her middle and ring fingers, the skin had turned pale and wrinkled—exactly like someone who'd left their hand submerged in water for too long.

Combined with her soaked skirt and recent hiding spot in the closet, the implication was painfully obvious.

"Is... this enough now...?"

Zest, overwhelmed by shame, shut her eyes tightly. Her voice trembled with humiliation, almost pleading for mercy from this excruciating exposure.

Sheila giggled lightly, gently nodding. "That's fine, that's fine. You've done well, Zest."

But then, with a faint sigh, she tilted her head thoughtfully. "Honestly, you're so adorably shy. You'll need a thicker skin if you really want to get stronger, you know."

"Eh... stronger?" Zest blinked, confusion evident in her voice.

"Precisely." Sheila nodded. "Tell me, dear—do you know about the Succubus contract?"

"Contract...?"

At that familiar word, Bokue's thoughts momentarily wandered. He recalled when he'd first met Mio and Maria—Maria had insisted upon forming a contract immediately, claiming it would help him track Mio if danger ever arose.

"You mean that magical GPS locator thing?" Bokue asked, somewhat puzzled. He couldn't quite grasp how a magical tracking device connected to personal strength.

"Hmm~ Well, calling it a GPS isn't technically wrong," Sheila replied playfully, wagging her finger at him. "But that's only part of it. A Succubus's contract is far more than a mere locator. You see, Succubus thrive on emotional connections and psychological obedience. In short, the greater a servant's submission to their master, the more strength and power they can gain. Understand?"

Bokue remained silent for a moment.

Indeed, it wasn't complicated. Considering Maria had previously signed her own contract directly on the bed, and knowing exactly how things had progressed back then, it didn't take a genius to figure out the hidden meaning:

The kinkier, the better—the greater the submission, the more potent the power-up.

Was that the general idea?

"Submission... huh..."

As Sheila spoke, fresh memories from the last two hours vividly replayed in Zest's mind. When she thought about that word—"submission"—all she could picture was Lady Sheila, arms restrained, utterly helpless as Bokue completely claimed her.

If... if she had to do the same...

Just the thought made warmth rush through Zest's abdomen once again, and that already-large dark stain across her skirt spread noticeably further.

"My, my..." Sheila's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Looks like our sweet Zest can't wait a moment longer to receive Master Bokue's personal care."

Having regained a sliver of strength during the conversation, Sheila slowly rose from Bokue's embrace, ignoring the subtle snowflakes fluttering beneath her, and beckoned gently to Zest.

"Come here, my dear. Now's the time for your own contract."

"Right now? Don't we have to wait for the full moon or something?" Bokue asked curiously.

"Hmm? Oh no, there's no need for that." Sheila shrugged casually. "Full moons amplify Demon powers, but only for younger, less powerful ones. Mature, adult Demon like myself can perform these contracts whenever we please."

"Ah," Bokue nodded in understanding. "I see."

"Alright, now that's all settled, let's begin~" Sheila lifted her hands gracefully. A vivid purple light blossomed around her, quickly forming a unique magic circle beneath them on the bed.

"Lady Sheila..." Zest hesitated nervously, shifting from foot to foot. "Do I... Do I really not have to do anything at all?"

"That's right~ not just yet," Sheila replied lightly. "As for what you'll need to do next, you'll instinctively understand when the time comes."

"Ah...?" Zest began to ask, but before she could finish—

—a delicate heart-shaped collar suddenly materialized around her slender tan neck.

Immediately afterward, her legs buckled, as though all strength had instantly abandoned her. She fell forward, landing directly in Bokue's arms, trembling and panting as a fresh blush ignited her cheeks.

Feeling the young man's strong arms around her, Zest shyly bit her lower lip. But, gathering courage, she slowly lifted the soaked hem of her skirt. Her voice, as soft as a whisper, floated up from between trembling lips:

"Master Bokue... Please, feel free to do whatever you desire with me..."

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