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After endless teasing and provocation, Maria had truly brought this upon herself—now, she could barely speak a word.
When Takumi's towering figure descended, pressing against her, every defense she had crumbled instantly. She had thought she would choke, but instead, everything flowed perfectly.
Wave after wave of sensations—no curses, but stronger than any curse—crashed over her like a tsunami, sweeping her mind blank.
In that empty haze, there was only one image left: Takumi completely dominating her.
Meanwhile, Mio picked up the camera that was supposed to be Maria's and pointed it straight at her tear-streaked face.
"M-Mio-sama! T-That… that's… mine!"
Maria flailed helplessly like a floating leaf in midair, legs kicking as she reached desperately for the camera—her last shred of hope.
She felt like a broken doll, tossed in the storm, seconds away from being torn apart.
"Hmph~ Maria, if you want the camera, then come get it yourself."
Mio lifted her chin proudly, her face flushed red but wearing a smug grin. Now that the roles had reversed, she finally understood just how satisfying it was to be the spectator.
Each booming sound from the screen echoed a miracle beyond human endurance.
Maria's petite body was trembling, yet her resilience and stamina were astonishing.
As expected from a member of the succubus race—even when she seemed on the verge of collapse, she still shone with vitality, her sweet voice echoing through the room.
"Maria, if you want to break through your level cap, you'll have to take everything!"
Takumi's voice suddenly cut through, sparking a flicker of awareness in Maria's eyes. Realizing what he meant, she thrashed frantically—but it was pointless.
Her resistance only made the pressure mount higher.
The next instant, Mio's eyes widened in disbelief.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
The sound of swallowing echoed rhythmically, again and again.
Takumi turned his gaze toward Mio and motioned with his hand. "Mio, you should replenish your mana too. Come, drink."
"Uuuh… fine."
Unable to resist his command, Mio shyly approached and knelt before him.
Takumi then turned on the showerhead, and scalding water poured down in a rush.
Splash—!
But the water was far too hot, and Maria yelped, trembling again and again as it ran over her.
[Ding! Maria Naruse's Affection Level Reached Requirement. Defeated Duplicate Trait: Nightmare Magic (Blue)]
A pink heart-shaped collar pattern appeared around her slender white neck.
[Name: Maria Naruse]
[Class: Succubus Warrior]
[Level: 5 (Mid-Class Devil)]
[Traits: Dream Demon Bloodline (Purple), Nightmare Magic (Blue), Fortune's Favored (Blue), Great Strength (Green)…]
[Nightmare Magic (Blue): Mastery of the succubus clan's magic, capable of easily manipulating others' minds.]
The [Master–Servant Contract] mark flared, unlocking her power further. A massive surge of experience flooded in, instantly boosting her level by five. If she unleashed her full strength, she could probably rival an High-Class Devil.
Meanwhile, Mio had risen all the way to level fifteen—her strength now completely stable within the high-tier range.
Maria stayed dazed for over ten minutes, completely out of it, before slowly coming back to her senses. Almost instinctively, she brought a trembling hand to her mouth, afraid of what might still spill out. Seeing the faint red trace along her lips, she swallowed nervously, expression unreadable.
Once the warm water had washed over them, Takumi lifted her effortlessly with one arm and walked out of the bathroom with Mio by his side.
Feeling the pink collar pattern still burning faintly on her neck, Maria's face twisted in anguish.
That very Master–Servant Contract magic—she had been the one to teach it to him, and now he'd turned it on her.
"Also… Takumi-nii seems to have improved the spell somehow. It feels… different." Her muttering was cut short by a looming shadow descending over her.
"You made the mess, so you'll be the one to clean it up!"
"Uuuh… mmph…"
Maria whimpered softly but obeyed, her body moving almost on instinct.
Mio couldn't help grinning at the sight of her rival's misery. But her triumph was short-lived—Takumi's large hand reached out toward her next.
"Eeeh—!?"
Her protest melted into a moan halfway through. It was a sound mixed with both pain and joy—because at that moment, she felt utterly secure.
There was no way anyone could take Takumi away from her now.
Having successfully subdued two devils, the Exorcist Takumi still wasn't satisfied. His eyes turned toward the Hundred Ghosts Compendium sealed within him.
Inside, the Slit-Mouthed Woman had adapted to her new environment. The compendium had converted Takumi's mana into pure yin energy, which she absorbed to gradually regain strength.
But just as she began to relax, a powerful, masculine presence tore into her domain.
"It's you!!!"
The Slit-Mouthed Woman froze like a mouse spotting a cat, instinctively retreating several steps. What terrified her most was the steamy heat radiating from his body—a mix of sweet scent and raw masculinity that made her shudder involuntarily.
As Takumi advanced, his overwhelming yang energy forced her surrounding black mist to retreat into her body. Her pale, flawless face was exposed completely under his gaze. That breathtaking beauty was now filled with fear—like she had just seen a ghost.
"You're the Cursed Spirit here, not me. I'm human."
Takumi sighed, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her slender, serpentine waist, his fingers tracing her perfect curve. The cool, smooth sensation made his pulse quicken.
"Hmm… nice texture. Cold too—just what I needed."
The heat rising inside him made her feel like a block of cool jade—a perfect counterbalance.
Panicked, the Slit-Mouthed Woman lashed out. Scissors materialized from thin air, stabbing toward Takumi. Her delicate white fingers grew long black claws that slashed for his chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each strike rebounded instantly as his magic exploded outward in retaliation.
Rip—!
The shockwave tore her coat apart completely.
With a flick of his finger, chains appeared from the air, binding her wrists and ankles, suspending her in a crucifix-like pose midair.
"You dare exhale in my face, you cursed woman? Don't test me—I'll punt you like a football if I have to! Looks like last time's lesson wasn't enough. This time, I'll personally deal with you!"
He wasn't a monk, but he had once learned the Vajra Pestle technique of Buddhist exorcism—a method said to subdue demons and force them to repent.
With a flick of thought, the chains lowered, forcing the Slit-Mouthed Woman to kneel before him.
Her long, pale legs pressed together, thighs squeezing into a soft, full shape. Her arched back revealed an elegant curve—smooth and round like a sculpted masterpiece.
When Takumi looked down, his vision was completely filled by the deep valley before him, her slender waist hidden entirely from sight beneath the shadow of her curves.
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