048 MOUTH FEED THE MADAME

048 MOUTH FEED THE MADAME

"The Rose Demon may be asleep, but her defensive powers are still formidable. Attacking her now would wake her instantly," Yun-Yun explained. "She'd barely be hurt, but we'd be dead."

"Then what's the fucking plan?" Leo asked.

"Replace her scepter," Yun-Yun replied, glancing at the scepter in the floor that Madame la Rosa dropped.

"Are you sure she won't recognize a fake scepter?" Dassa asked, holding up a carefully crafted replica they had commissioned from artisans in Gomora's Black Market.

"Leave that to me," Leo said.

"What are you doing?" Dassa asked, watching him concentrate.

Leo took the scepter that was made to look exactly like Madame la Rosa's scepter.

"How did you know how to replicate the scepter so well?" Lillsa asked.

"The Madame's Scepter often got dirty after it was drenched by the unicorn's bleeding blood in the Rose garden. I volunteered to clean it often hoping to learn more about its magic. I didn't learn much about its magic, but I could draw out its details for craftsmen to replicate. So, we made a fake Scepter with my drawings", Dassa explained.

"Its still a fake even if it looks almost identical to the real", Yun-Yun asked.

"I'm copying the properties of the real scepter onto the fake, making it seem authentic, it would fool even the Madame unless she uses the fake scepter," Leo explained, pulling up his control panel—the interface he used to hack the codes of this world.

Suddenly, the codes in both scepters were flowing down like a stream of data in Leo's eyes.

He couldn't make extensive changes to this world, but he could tweak smaller elements, he quickly went to work to replace the skin of the fake scepter with the data on the real one.

It was an intense and exhausting task though.

"Can you really do it?" Dassa pressed.

"I'm trying my fucking best," he muttered, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Suddenly, Madame la Rosa stirred. "Arrgh… Blue… you little bitch…" she mumbled in her sleep.

"Shit, she's waking up," Leo hissed.

Thinking quickly, Dassa poured more wine into Madame la Rosa's mouth.

"Mmm… Blue… you're my favorite…" Madame la Rosa mumbled, reaching out clumsily to grasp at Dassa, her fingers brushing Dassa's chest before fondling her.

Madame la Rosa's favourite Rose was Blue, and we now know the reason. Blue was her partner in bed.

Dassa recoiled but managed to keep calm. "Here, more wine," she said, pouring another mouthful until the sorceress seemed to choke with the wine.

"You'll wake her with that!" Yun-Yun whispered.

"What am I supposed to do? How do I feed her wine then?" Dassa whispered back.

"Feed it to her more… gently, with your mouth," Yun-Yun suggested.

With a resigned sigh, Dassa took a sip of wine, leaned down, and kissed Madame la Rosa, letting the wine flow slowly from her mouth to Madame la Rosa's.

"Yes, keep it up. I just need a bit more time," Leo muttered, focused on the scepter.

"Be quick! Before she rapes me," Dassa hissed between hurried sips.

"Damn, I'm running low on energy," Leo whispered, frustrated. "This coding is draining my Lust counters!"

"Well, I'm a bit busy fucking feeding her wine now. You'll have to find your 'lust counter' somewhere else!" Dassa snapped.

"Allow me," Yun-Yun said softly, moving to help.

Yun-Yun's hands slid down Leo's hips, fingers grazing his skin as her touch grew bolder. But that wasn't enough.

"Erm… that's not enough", he whispered.

Sensing his desperation, she leaned in close, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You need more than that, I can help you?" she teased.

Before Leo could respond, she tugged his pants down in a swift, determined motion. Her gaze never left his, intense and primal, as she moved with the elegance of a huntress.

With a quiet growl, she leaned forward, her warm mouth conquered him sending a thrill through his body. Leo gasped, the sensation sharp and electrifying as she expertly worked her way.

The intensity of her movements sent waves of pleasure through him, leaving him light-headed, his pulse racing. Each deft motion from Yun-Yun recharged his lust counters, as his mind grew hazy with the intensity of the moment.

"Fuck you two", Dassa complained as she watched them jealously while she fed Madame la Rosa wine with her mouth. "You two get to blow while I feed the bitch."

Dassa continued to feed Madame la Rosa wine while Yun-Yun fed Leo his much-needed lust. Eventually it was complete.

"Perfect," Leo sighed, feeling his lust levels rise as he finalized the transfer coding. "Almost there."

"Good. But hurry the fuck up," Dassa said, giving Madame la Rosa one last sip of wine as Leo completed the replication of magic codes on the fake scepter.

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[In the morning]

"Where did everyone go?" Madame la Rosa groaned, clutching her throbbing head, the aftermath of last night's wine pressing down hard on her.

"How much did I drink?" she muttered, staggering as nausea hit her. "I remember only two glasses, but it feels like a whole barrel."

She looked around the empty totem square. No one was in sight. Only Seer's lifeless body remained beside her, cold and unmoving.

"Where is that Rose?" she shouted, her voice slicing through the silence, her anger bubbling up.

In her fury, she took a step forward, only to stumble as her high heel snapped. Glaring down, she inspected it and noticed deliberate cuts along the heel.

"If I find out who tampered with these, I'll annihilate her entire family—no, her whole clan," she hissed, shaking with fury.

Today had been one disaster after another for Madame la Rosa.

First, her Roses had mysteriously vanished, forcing her to trek all the way through the forest herself. Then Seer, her guide, was killed.

Now, even her shoes were betraying her.

She limped toward the edge of the village, her once-pristine clothes now muddied by the swampy ground. Her frustration only deepened as she looked up at the clear blue skies.

"I don't remember it rained last night?" she spat, her words directed toward the sky as if the rain the night before was conspiring against her.

"Damn it," she muttered, spotting a trail of muddied wagon tracks. "I missed the damned wagon."

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