The potion was poured into her mouth in large, gulping swallows.
"Mmph, nngh... ha, hmph...!"
Gamigin's face contorted in pain. I paid no heed and kept forcing the medicine down. The aphrodisiac couldn't make it down her throat fast enough and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. The excessive pleasure had already left the area around her eyes glistening with tears. With the potion and saliva soaking her lips, she was an utter mess.
When I pulled the glass bottle away from her mouth, a cute little *pop* echoed out.
Gamigin spoke through trembling lips.
"I... said, wait... I said wait!"
Her gaze still held a razor-sharp edge. Her brain must have been cocktail-shaken pink by now, yet the hostility wouldn't fade in the slightest.
"Wait, you say? Don't tell me you want me to stop?"
"Not that, but a little, ngh... a little slower...!"
"I'm sorry. That's impossible."
I looked down at her with an expression of genuine pity.
"There's a time limit on this match. Thirty-five minutes have already passed. I'm truly sorry, but I simply cannot afford to accommodate your situation, Lady Gamigin."
Honestly, I wanted to thrust my manhood into Gamigin's crotch right then and there. She would have gone mad from pleasure and surrendered on the spot. But what meaning would that carry? It was aesthetically beneath me. Sloppy. Like pruning a beautifully bloomed flower with a butcher's cleaver.
I leaned in and whispered into Gamigin's ear.
"Because if I don't come at you with everything I have, I could never defeat you. That's how strong you are, Gamigin. You're beautiful."
"Ngh! ...Don't... whisper in my ear!"
I blew a gentle puff of air against her ear, and Gamigin's shoulders shuddered.
Had even a whisper become an overwhelming stimulus? The second dose of aphrodisiac was beginning to take hold. Wonderful.
By now, Gamigin must have felt the entire world as a torture device. Every blade of grass brushing her skin would feel like a shaft being driven into her sex, and the occasional breeze drifting through the garden would feel like a cruel caress.
'Heuut, kkeueuk... Ah, heuaah...! Euut...!'
Without me even doing anything, Gamigin climaxed over and over. Her juices flowed endlessly down her smooth thighs. A dense, peach-like scent wafted from her body in waves.
'How about this, Lady Gamigin? As you wished, I'll administer the aphrodisiac a bit more slowly. In exchange, please extend the time limit by thirty minutes.'
'Ah, heueu, aaah...'
Gamigin shook her head weakly. She didn't even have the composure to refuse with words. Moans spilled out of her nonstop, leaving her no choice.
'That's a shame.'
In truth, I only offered out of politeness. When you do this, it gives the other party a sense of hope.
Gamigin must have been thinking this: Could it be that he's pressed for time?
Could it be that he's pretending to be calm like this, trying to propose a deal just to extend the time limit? Ah, I may be having a very hard time right now, but I am by no means at a disadvantage. The one who's desperate isn't me — it's her. Just hold out a little longer. Just a little more...
Just a little more.
And as a result, the other party ends up enduring even better.
That is a truth I realized through countless experiences. Want to torment someone? Then give them as many opportunities as you can. You must not simply corner them into a dead end with no escape routes and no choices.
In other words, it is aesthetically inferior.
The more opportunities there are, and the more the other party kicks those opportunities away, the sweeter and sweeter the fruit that falls later.
'Oh dear, Lady Gamigin. Your eyes are such a mess. Let me wipe your tears for you.'
'Ah, wait, no — heueuk, that, no!'
Gamigin cried out desperately. She was terrified of what would happen if my fingers touched her skin given her current state. I smiled gently.
'Shall I stop?'
Gamigin froze.
In that moment, I slipped my fingers across and wiped her tears away.
'Hyaaaaaaah!'
The shriek tore through the evening sky like a blade.
'Don't worry. These fingers of mine are not so ill-mannered as to sit idle while a beautiful lady weeps right before them.'
'Hyaaahh, hnggguuuu! Huaaagh, hnh, aaahhh!'
Each time I wiped away her tears, Gamigin writhed in anguish, twisting her waist this way and that. The delicate ribs along her slender white midsection stood out in sharp relief. Sweat poured from her entire body, making her skin glisten slick as if oiled.
This was it. What a gentlemanly gesture.
You mustn't just ram it in with your cock from the very start — that would be barbaric. A gentleman must always act like a gentleman and willingly choose the harder path. Give your partner a chance. Risk the possibility of failure. Offer them hope.
And then make them realize there was never any hope to begin with. This is the truth of all truths — the very thing the ancients sought to pass down to their descendants with what they called 'Pandora's Box.' I believe this without the slightest doubt. Viva Pandora! Viva Gamigin!
'But now — your tears just won't stop, will they? They're going to soak my hands at this rate!'
'I— ahnh, nghhhu! Stop, this — hnh — stop!'
I gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment I touched her tears, Gamigin was driven into such a state of deranged pleasure that she could do nothing but keep crying — and thanks to that, I was able to keep wiping them away.
A magnificent cycle! Just by wiping away tears, an infinite loop of pleasure was being generated. I felt the sublime majesty of nature's great laws. Viva Gamigin! Viva entropy!
I pulled my hand away and spoke.
'Only twenty minutes left now.'
'Nhaa, ghuuu… huaaahh…'
'Lady Gamigin. Are you listening?'
Gamigin's eyes had lost all focus. I was no longer touching the corners of them, yet the aftershock of pleasure still lingered — her body kept convulsing. Oh dear, it would be troublesome if she broke down this early. Barbatos and I had regularly indulged in things three times worse than this without batting an eye.
I raised my voice.
'Lady Gamigin. Lady Gamigin! Only twenty minutes remain!'
Only then did Gamigin finally turn her hazy gaze toward me.
'Twenty minutes... er, twenty minutes...?'
'Yes, only twenty minutes. You lasted a whole forty minutes! You have every right to be proud!'
'Twenty minutes... twenty minutes...'
Gamigin murmured weakly. It felt like she was forcing sentences into a brain that refused to retain them.
Slowly, a hint of clarity returned to her eyes. Not entirely. Half of it was still lost somewhere in a sea of pleasure, and the other half had barely managed to crawl back, clinging to the wreckage of her consciousness. That was enough.
'Even I am growing increasingly anxious. I truly fear I might lose. Ah, I am so afraid I think I might go mad.'
I pulled the water bottle from my pocket once more.
'So, Lady Gamigin. The third time. We are going for the third time.'
Inside the bottle, the potion sloshed pleasantly.
'..., ...'
Gamigin's lips parted. The theatrical mask she usually wore on her face had been shattered long ago. Her bare face was laid bare with raw, naked fear. Just two vials of the mild potion had done this. What would happen if one more went in...
'Give me... all the remaining potion, all of it at once.'
'Excuse me? What did you say?'
I asked, startled.
'All of the remaining potion? Are you certain? There is still plenty left.'
'You were planning to make me drink it all eventually anyway...!'
Gamigin said with a trembling voice.
'You think I don't know your depraved thoughts? Making me drink it one bottle at a time... you were enjoying the torture!'
Indeed. Rather than continuing step-by-step in this manner, she decided to compensate all at once.
It was almost moving. This was like a student, facing a beating from a teacher, declaring they would take all the strikes in rapid succession. Better to endure immediate, intense pain than prolonged suffering. But how could classroom discipline compare to the storm of pleasure currently raging here?
I muttered absentmindedly.
'Impressive.'
It would have been impossible without extraordinary willpower. By extraordinary here, I meant the kind of willpower only a hero among heroes could possess. Hadn't I said it before? Even Daisy had been knocked out cold by a single bottle of potion. In comparison, Gamigin truly lived up to the title of the Fourth Seat.
'Understood. I shall respect Lady Gamigin's wishes to the fullest.'
I nodded. Honestly, I felt like giving her a round of applause.
'But I'm disappointed. Torture? I only offered them one by one, slowly and carefully, because I was worried Lady Gamigin might be caught off guard by a sudden potion.'
'Shut... up...'
'Being misunderstood is such a sad thing.'
I gave a shrug.
'Let me ask one more time. Do you truly intend to drink all the remaining bottles at once — every single one? I'm warning you out of consideration for you. Lady Gamigin, please don't misunderstand me. I'm begging you.'
'Ha, what...? Not going according to plan, so you're getting nervous...?'
Gamigin laughed. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, a wretched quiver she couldn't hold back, yet she still laughed.
Wonderful.
I reached into my robes and rummaged around.
'Haaah, there's nothing I can do then. If Lady Gamigin truly desires it so. There's really no other choice.'
I pulled out the bottles stashed inside my clothes and lined them up on the grass, one by one. One, two, three, four.
'Lady Gamigin. There's something I must apologize for first.'
'...?'
'The truth is, the total number of potions I have isn't six.'
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
'There were thirteen in total.'
Gamigin's expression froze.
'Wh...?'
'Well, well. I only told you there were six because I didn't want you to strain yourself too hard, Gamigin. But you simply had to order me — the lowest-ranking Demon Lord — to pour out every last drop of my potions. What choice did I have?'
Ah, why are people so foolish.
Why is it that when they think of one, they cannot think of two.
Now then. Gamigin.
'Hmm. Eleven vials of potions remain.'
'Ah, a...?'
'As you requested, all at once — I'll make sure to deliver.'
I grabbed Gamigin's chest tight.
'Heeek!'
Gamigin let out a scream. This was the first time since the game began that I had directly touched an erogenous zone. All the pleasure she had experienced up until now must seem like child's play now. I slipped vials one by one into her gaping hole.
'First, one vial.'
Gamigin tried her best to keep her mouth shut, but every time she did, I pinched her nipples. That left her no choice. Gamigin had no option but to let out moans as her body commanded. Into the entrance forced open like that, I poured in more potions.
'Two vials. Three vials. Four vials——.'
More potions.
'Seven vials. Eight vials. Nine vials.'
'Pffrrgh, gurgle——haah, pffkhhh!'
Gamigin exhaled in agony. Quite a lot of the potion had overflowed. But it didn't matter. Far more had gone in than had spilled out.
'Ten vials. Eleven vials!'
I emptied every last remaining vial inside her.
Gamigin was gasping for breath. The sudden flood of potions, combined with the stimulation of her chest and nipples pushing the pleasure far beyond what her brain could normally handle — she was on the verge of passing out.
'Congratulations, Lady Gamigin. Only ten minutes remain now. Rejoice.'
I clapped my hands like an opera spectator.
'Once ten minutes pass, the victory is yours.'
Though. Those ten minutes would be just a little more wretched than hell.
============================ Reader Comments ============================
[Comments]
TheDaybreak// Thank you.
NineBreaker// There are no police in that world. That's unfortunate...
Frommalaroon// Gamigin really didn't do much wrong, but this is just too much.
asdMage// You're right. Dantalion is the worst scoundrel in all the world.
PlumExtract2// If you come to my yard, you'll find illustrations of some of the heroines!
Neogul2i// I've posted a sketch of Laura in my yard.
BearSon// Dantali-nova... there's no question he's a figure who must be eliminated for the peace and prosperity of humanity.
Lisha// Dantalion, just as expected.
FishMan// If that happens, the world will truly become a nightmare...
NeoGGM// Dantalion: I clearly warned you.
Have a nice day^^