Chapter 25 – A Succubus to Satisfy, A Mage to Meet
In two days, I would be traveling with the hero's party for an adventure.
I already knew where they were going.
I knew what battle they would face.
And to be honest?
That battle wasn't important at all.
It was just another demon-hunting mission in the novel.
The real reason the story focused on that event?
My death.
That was the entire purpose of that arc—Edric Von Ainsworth dies.
A way to show how righteous the hero was.
A way to show how kind and forgiving he was to his abused sister.
A way to prove how irredeemably evil I was.
But now?
That death flag was gone.
And honestly?
I had no problem coasting through this trip.
The hero's party would kill demons.
I would do nothing.
The journey would end peacefully.
At least, that's what I thought.
A Succubus to Satisfy
After confirming my departure with the hero's party, I returned to my room.
Because today was the day.
The day I had to satisfy Nia due to our contract.
The moment I entered the room, I saw her waiting.
And from the look in her glowing red eyes, she was already lost in lust.
"Master…" she whispered, biting her lip. "You kept me waiting."
Shit.
She was completely mad with arousal.
I sighed and laid back on the bed.
"Do whatever you want," I muttered.
That was all she needed to hear.
Before I could blink, she pounced on me, her claws lightly scraping my chest as she tore my shirt open.
Her tail coiled around my leg, rubbing up and down as her plump, wet lips trailed down my stomach.
A second later, her mouth wrapped around my already hard cock.
I groaned.
She moaned.
Her tongue was long, slick, and hot, swirling around my shaft as she took me deep.
"Fuck…" I breathed out as her throat tightened around me.
She pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting us.
"More," she whispered, her eyes glowing brighter.
She climbed on top of me, her pussy dripping, rubbing against my tip.
Without hesitation, she slammed herself down.
"Ahhh~!" she moaned, throwing her head back.
Her horns shimmered with magical energy as she started bouncing on me, her hips moving at an insane speed.
Every time she came down, her walls clenched around me, milking me for every drop.
And fuck, her stamina was insane.
She rode me like a wild animal, her breasts bouncing, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Master~! More~!" she begged.
And who was I to refuse?
We went at it for five hours straight.
By the time I was done, she was twitching, breathless, and covered in sweat.
Her womb was filled.
Her legs were shaking.
But even after all that, she clung to me and whispered,
"Master… I want to do it every day."
I shivered.
Hell no.
I barely escaped from her clutches and left the room, my legs feeling weak.
A Mage to Meet
By the time I got out, it was around 2 or 3 PM.
I wandered around the balcony, stretching my sore muscles.
From where I stood, I had a clear view of the training grounds.
That's when I saw her.
Iris Emberflame.
She was alone, practicing her magic.
And damn—it was a sight to watch.
Flames danced around her body, forming a perfect circle.
A controlled, elegant display of power.
I leaned against the balcony railing.
In the future, she would become one of the most powerful mages in the country.
Well, my mother was the strongest in history, but Iris wasn't far behind.
After a while, she finished her meditation and opened her eyes.
And then, she noticed me.
She looked surprised for a moment before regaining her composure.
"I didn't expect to see you here, young master Edric."
I smirked. "I could say the same about you."
Then I added, "And drop the 'young master' stuff. Just call me Edric."
She blinked, then smiled slightly.
"Alright, Edric. Thanks."
I stepped forward. "What are you practicing?"
She sighed.
"Magic stability."
I raised a brow. "Magic stability?"
"Yeah… My flames get unstable sometimes. Last week, I almost injured the hero."
I smirked. "Sounds familiar."
It was exactly like in the novel.
Her fire wasn't normal.
It was ember-colored—a rare type of flame that was incredibly powerful but hard to control.
That's why her name was Iris Emberflame.
But in the future, my mother would help her master it.
I crossed my arms. "That's just life. Everything takes effort."
Then I chuckled. "Hell, even dying takes effort."
She actually laughed at that.
"You have a very unique way of looking at things."
"If it makes you happy," I shrugged.
Then she tilted her head.
"But seriously, why are you out here?"
I sighed. "When I bought the succubus slave, I thought it would be great. Then she made me agree to satisfy her once a week as part of the contract. Today was the day."
She stared at me.
Then she laughed harder.
"Wow. You really have a tough life."
I groaned. "You have no idea."
She smirked.
"Are you really that mad with lust? You actually agreed to that condition?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am."
She shook her head in amusement.
Then, after a moment, she stood up and stretched.
"Thanks, Edric. Talking to you lifted my mood a bit."
Then, almost as an afterthought, she added,
"And congratulations on your future marriage to the hero's sister. It's obvious she really likes you."
I sighed. "Yeah… It's just my bad past that keeps me from fully opening up to her."
Iris nodded.
"It's okay to change, you know."
I glanced at her.
That was… oddly reassuring.
I smiled. "Thanks. That actually helped."
For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between us.
Then, she broke it with something unexpected.
"To be honest… I never really had a good opinion of you."
I blinked. "Oh?"
"But I never really had a bad opinion either."
She studied me for a second.
"You're just… different from what I heard."
Then, with a small nod, she turned to leave.
"Well, thanks for your time. See you around."
And just like that, she walked off.
I watched her go.
Huh.
That was… interesting.
With that, I also turned back toward my room.
One thing was for sure.
This adventure?
It wasn't going to be as simple as I thought.