“...Uh, hey.”

    The Prophet called out to me in a dumbfounded voice after seeing me stretching to warm up my body.

    “Hm?”

    “...Putting aside whatever the hell it is you’re going to do that makes you feel the need to warm up...”

    She let out a deep sigh, as if she didn’t understand what I was doing. Her expression made it seem like she was saying, ‘Do I really need to spell this out for you?’.

    “...Do I need to sit here and watch what you’re doing?”

    What’s with that question?

    I tilted my head in confusion before answering...

    “Do you want to join in then?”

    “...”

    When she heard that, the Prophet gave me a murderous glare, but she soon relented, as if giving up, and replied...

    “What the fuck are you trying to tell a woman to watch? I knew that you’re both a pervert and a trashy person, but don’t cross the—”

    “Just don’t watch then.”

    “...”

    “This is an Image World, you know? It isn’t hard to just go somewhere else. Stop acting stupid.”

    I never even told her to watch.

    Why the hell is she even asking that kind of question? Just don’t watch, is it that hard?

    “...Forget it. You fucking tactless—”

    “So, does that mean you actually wanted to join?”

    Hearing that, the Prophet immediately sent a powerful kick towards my knees as I was stretching them.

    That made me somersaulted once before my body was slammed to the ground. I blinked, wondering what the fuck was her deal.

    “...Ah, I get it.”

    But, it didn’t take long for me to realize what was going on.

    “You also want to do it, but you figured that doing it together is a little... Anyway, you were trying to ask me to not forget my words and do lewd things to you late—”

    “...I-I wasn’t—!! Why are you being so self-conscious, you fuck—?!”

    Huh?

    I didn’t miss the short silence before she replied to me.

    Also, the way she reacted made it seem like I caught her with her pants down or something.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll give you your reward later.”

    “I said I don’t need it—!”

    “Anyway.”

    I sighed at the Prophet, who had gone half-crazy at this point, while taking off the Soul Linker from my wrist and handed it to her.

    “...What’s this?”

    “Uh...”No?v(el)B\\jnn

    I replied awkwardly while scratching my cheek.

    “...Let’s just say that there’s someone who probably hates seeing what’s going to happen next even more than you inside this thing. Can you take it with you?”

    I wasn’t kidding.

    Caliban’s condition was genuinely concerning.

    [...]

    ...What?

    [You know that the Guardians belong to the Imperial Guards, right?]

    He said in a gloomy voice.

    [All members of Imperial Guards made a vow the first time we joined. We would give our lives and loyalty to the Imperial Household and its head, the empress. We swore that we’d forever serve the precious, and illustrious Her Imperial Majesty as our master.]

    ...

    [Tell me. How do you think I’m gonna feel if I were to see the person I made such a vow to lying down under you while you’re trying to breed with her?]

    ...I’m going to remind you that one’s a Devil, and not actually Her Imperial Majesty.

    [Yeah, yeah, I know! But I can’t help feeling that way, you fuck—!]

    Ugh, so annoying...

    Anyway, since that conversation happened, I figured that it’d be better to leave Caliban behind.

    The Prophet received the Soul Linker with a reluctant expression and left. I stared at her departing back before getting up to climb up the bed.

    As I did that, the Brown Devil—who had been leering at me with a murderous gaze—froze. The restraining device was holding her down clanked.

    -Let go of me—!

    She demanded, but...

    “We’re the only ones here right now.”

    I replied as such with a flat tone.

    Honestly, it was good that these two had left.

    “First, there’s one thing you have to know.”

    This fucker was genuinely trying to kill me, no? That was why...

    “I won’t go easy on you, no matter what you say.”

    I’d be treating her more aggressively.

    ●

    The emotion that the Brown Devil felt towards Dowd Campbell couldn’t be described solely by the word ‘hatred’.

    Blind hatred, disgust, and desires to kill.

    I see...

    It seems like...

    My body wished to be conquered by that thing.

    ...Hm, ah, Hm? Uh?

    Such thoughts crossed her mind in a flash, making her body stiffened.

    Although, instead of ‘thoughts’, it would probably be more appropriate to call it ‘intuitive feelings’ instead.

    Her rationality was still boiling with hatred and disgust towards the man. If these spiteful objects weren’t restraining her, she would have ripped apart the man before her eyes without a second thought.

    However, her body could not be any more honest.

    Upon seeing the thing, her lower belly heatened up like crazy. She could feel her vaginal lubrication pouring out—she could even hear its splashing sounds.

    Her body was ready to take that man in.

    ...Stop fucking with me...

    All these things suggested that, not only was she ready...

    She was also begging to that man...

    As if she was saying...

    ‘Please, please put it in, I beg you.’

    -...

    As the Brown Devil kept her mouth shut, unable to say anything, Dowd moved his body and brought his penis closer to her vagina.

    When she felt a heavy sensation on her crotch, she unknowingly let out a hot breath.

    -...Ha, ah—?

    Then a question came to her mind.

    I wonder how it feels if that thing were to enter...

    ...Ah—

    N-No, I’m not curious about something like that!

    I don’t care, I don’t want to know!

    She thought to herself, barely managed to keep her rationality.

    Even as he flapped his penis before her eyes, putting it on top of her nose, while she sniffed it like crazy as she felt her lower belly tighten up...

    She kept telling herself that she would never—

    “So...”

    Not for a man like him—

    “So you don’t want this?”

    “...”

    Answer him already!

    Tell him that you don’t need it!

    You hate it as much as you hate everything about him!

    “Are you sure? This is going to make you feel so good, though?”

    Even as Dowd’s hand softly caressed her lower belly, even though she knew that in contrast to her thoughts, her body was flinching and trembling in joy...

    She would never—

    “So, what is it that you want?”

    “...”

    “If you really don’t want it, I won’t put it in.”

    Even though she was now panting as she looked up at him with a gaze of a woman, she would never—

    She...would never...

    ...Never—

    -Kiss.

    -...?

    Hearing the sound that suddenly echoed through her blurry mind, the Brown Devil came back to her senses.

    What was that?

    It sounded like a kiss...

    -...

    It didn’t take her long to find out what she had just done.

    She had kissed this man’s penis.

    In such a polite, courteous, and submissive way, as if expressing her intention to surrender.

    As if declaring...

    ‘Please fuck me.’

    ‘I’ve lost to you.’

    -N-No, wait—!

    “Alright.”

    Before she could even make an excuse, Dowd already cut off her words.

    “You did well.”

    Then...

    -Ah, haaak—!

    The Brown Devil felt a sensation as if her whole body was penetrated, coming from below.