NOVEL NEXT Chapter 37: Actually Learning Magic This Time… Nope!
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Beatrice: “Ah, Lady Priscilla. It is a pleasure to meet you here. This is Syrilblia Sephiranie, and her maid, Velta.” She said, introducing us.
Priscilla: “The illustrious Lady Syrilblia? It truly is a pleasure, indeed.” She said with a bright smile.
Oh, fuck… I am so aroused right now… I mean, without context, I sound like a pervert. But this woman had some details about her in the novel. Some very interesting details…
Basically, she was a bit of a bitch. Or rather, she gave up Syrilblia to save her life. Saying that Syrilblia had done so many horrible things and raped her all the time.
Syrilblia: “Yes, it is a pleasure, Lady Priscilla.” I say with a smile of my own.
Regardless, I kept up my acting. In reality, Priscilla was a major masochist. One who, despite not being a lesbian, Syrilblia very much enjoyed to have various kinky sex sessions with.
Rarely do I ever read non-lesbian novels, but this one just jumped out at me. The author tried to make Syrilblia seem horrible. But the scene where Priscilla is said to lick her feet like it was the tastiest thing in the world… Well, I won’t lie. It aroused me.
Priscilla: “Might I ask why you three are here? Oh, not to be rude. I am just curious. Rarely does anyone venture into the maze these days.” She asked with a curious tone.
Now then… how should I go about seducing her? The Brethheart family is the third most powerful family in the kingdom. Having her on my side would be nice… Though, the problem is that the novel didn’t depict how Syrilblia and she got into that relationship…
Beatrice: “Do you take us as fools, Lady Priscilla?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Priscilla: “And whatever do you mean?” She replied with a confused expression.
Beatrice: “Priscilla, you smell like sex. Specifically, I smell it on your hands. You saw us doing sexual things with Syrilblia, didn’t you? You even took to using that sight to fuel your hands…” She clarified with a serious tone.
Priscilla: “…”
Syrilblia: “…”
Beatrice!? You’re ruining my perfectly, not even put together yet, plan! Why are you scaring her away already? Are you a territorial dog in heat!?
Uh… why are you walking toward me, Priscilla? Your eyes… they look somewhat dangerous… Yes, those are my hands. Soft, aren’t they? Huh?…
Priscilla: “I want to know… Lady Syrilblia… Choke me. If I feel for you… then I will be your love slave forever. If I don’t… then I will not speak of what I have seen here today.” She said with a sultry tone, placing my hands around her small neck.
Syrilblia: “…”
There isn’t a mirror in front of me, but I knew that I was smiling. This woman… I could vent it all on it. Regardless of what I wanted, she will let me do. Perhaps I could cut off her limbs, and she would even feel pleasure from it?
The torment my family put me through… I can inflict the same upon this woman. In a sense, Priscilla is a perfect toy. It isn’t wrong to think of her like that, as that is what she desires to be thought of.
Of course, I am not a horrible person. I will not inflict that pain upon her. Pain will come to her, but only in a sexual way. And not in a way to where I was venting. Instead, I must endeavor to do it in a loving way…
Syrilblia: “How do I know when to stop?” I ask, slowly tightening my grip.
Priscilla: “Only stop when I am about to die… That is my request to you.” She answered with pleading eyes.
Syrilblia: “…”
Masochism, like with most things, isn’t always the same for everyone. Priscilla is a true masochist, though. She is the type of person to moan after stubbing her toe. Usually, masochists only like sexual pain.
But Priscilla isn’t like that. Her brain was wired up all wrong. All pain is pleasure to her, regardless of what kind of pain it is. Even the pain of dying via suffocation will bring her endless pleasure…
With a deep breath, I fully tighten my grip around her soft neck. Almost to the point where I would be snapping her neck, I mean. The girl’s face flushed red, her eyes threatened to roll back into her head. She felt pleasure from this…
Priscilla: “…”
Her smile was beautiful, and if she could speak right now, she would probably be praising me highly. Nevertheless, I kept choking her.
Priscilla’s hands urged to save her. She constantly had to fight with her need to survive, with her desire for pleasure. It was an… oddly arousing and beautiful struggle to witness.
Syrilblia: “Bad slave… trying to stop my administrations? Velta, Beatrice, bind her hands behind her back.” I order.
Doing as I said, the girl’s struggling hands were stopped. These two were very powerful. Though Priscilla knew magic, she wasn’t any better than me. As such, she had no means to prevent their restrictions on her.
Much to my delight, the girl happily shook her head, signaling that what I had ordered… was exactly what she wanted me to do. Now… how long can she do this for?…
Sometime Later.
Priscilla: “Ah~.” She moaned.
Falling to the floor of the gazebo, the cute, blond-haired girl caught her breath, her skin slowly regaining their human color. Underneath her was… No puddle. It would seem that my luck at run out, as this woman wasn’t one that squirted.
Though, with her dress in a pulled away position, I could tell that she was wet. And it wasn’t like she didn’t orgasm during me choking her. In fact, she had at least ten big orgasms, and countless small ones. Right now, she was still trying to process it all.
The lack of oxygen, and the countless orgasms… If she could have hearts in her eyes, she would have them at the moment. Basically, she was in dreamland…
Priscilla: “Lady Syrilblia… From today forward, would you give me the immense honor of being your slave?” She asked, struggling to stand up.
Syrilblia: “That does depend… Having sex from time to time with Beatrice is relatively unbothersome. But… with you, I am sure that you will have more needs than her.” I reply, helping her stand steadily.
Priscilla: “The entire Brethheart family will be at your disposal, even if I have to kill the rest of my family.” She swore.
Syrilblia: “Priscilla… do you have sisters?” I ask.
Priscilla: “No, Mistress. I am the sole heir to the family.” She denied.
Syrilblia: “Is your mother alive?” I ask.
Priscilla: “She is, yes.” She replied.
Syrilblia: “If I said that I wanted to her to have sex with me, and be fully on my side, what would you do?” I ask with a curious tone.
Priscilla: “Mistress… are you trying to make me orgasm from just your wonderful words alone?” She replied with a red face.
Syrilblia: “…What if I ask you to have sex with her?” I reply with a raised eyebrow.
Priscilla: “Stop, please stop… I can only be so aroused, Mistress…” She said with a bright red face.
Syrilblia: “Well, you might find it to be an arousing idea. But I am sure that your mother won’t think so.” I say with a giggle.
Priscilla: “That is where you would be wrong, Mistress.” She denied.
Syrilblia: “Oh? How so?” I reply with a curious tone.
Priscilla: “Like mother, like daughter, Mistress. My mother is just like me. Father… tends to her needs. Which means that, you will have to steal her from my father.” She explained.
Beatrice: “The fact that you’re willing to let that happen… Priscilla, you’re far more perverse than I am.” She said with a laugh.
What the hell, really?… That wasn’t detailed in the novel at all… Though, Priscilla being a masochist was… Once again, my information is truly lacking. That damn author… if only they were actually good at world-building. Wait… wasn’t I supposed to be learning magic right now?…