He was strapped to a chair. A single magical rope ran across his body, binding him tightly to it.
Naturally, Alias couldn't move a single muscle. The smooth, oiled rope was unbelievably effective. If he ever kidnapped someone in the future, he would definitely use this rope.
Apart from the rope, however, nothing else restrained him. There was no blindfold to block his sight, and no tape over his mouth.
Is the person who kidnapped him poor or something?
Hmm. That couldn't be it. After all, the rope binding him was magical, which meant the kidnapper was a Mage. And Mages were famous for being filthy rich.
So it must be a choice. The kidnapper simply didn't feel there was any need to further restrain him.
First of all, why kidnap him?
Alias was an orphan through and through. He had always been bullied by girls for being weak and feeble. One time, he had almost been taken advantage of by a girl who preferred his type. Thankfully, someone saved him before things went downhill.
Life hadn't changed much since he left the orphanage. He was still bullied by women, still made fun of, and still treated poorly in other ways. He worked in a pub where adventuring women would visit to forget their sorrow and worries.
After a quick reflection on his life, Alias came to a simple conclusion.
He wasn't special.
Yet he had been kidnapped.
Why?
Alias sat in the dark room, dimly lit by the golden evening light pressing through the window.
It was a clean room, with everything placed neatly in proper order. There was a study desk, a bookshelf beside it, a mirror on the wall to Alias's right, and another wall filled with cabinets containing who knows what. Every item looked luxurious, well maintained, and spotless.
Only the desk, a little distance away from Alias, was disorganized. Books lay open across its surface, with stationery scattered all over the place.
That further proved the room was used frequently.
CREEEK!
The door opposite Alias slowly opened.
He took a deep breath as his heart began to drum in his chest. He tried to calm himself, but the moment he saw the figure entering the room, no effort was enough.
His heart nearly leapt into his mouth.
"S-so beautiful."
White hair spilled past her shoulders like an endless waterfall, reaching down to her waist. Curves stacked upon curves. A full, heavy chest. Rounded hips that shifted beneath silk with every step.
Her amethyst eyes locked onto his, and from them he felt… nothing.
Those eyes were as cold as ice, holding no emotion whatsoever.
While Alias stood there with his mouth slightly open in astonishment, the woman walked toward the study desk. Her long legs moved in slow, measured steps, completely unhurried. She moved like she owned the space around her.
Standing at the desk, she flipped through several books, tearing out a few pages and clipping them to a clipboard.
Alias's eyes remained fixed on her. The way she moved. The way her eyes looked. The way she stood. The way her chest rose and fell as she breathed…
Alias was completely enchanted.
Before he realized it, the woman was standing right in front of him again, their eyes locked once more.
His eyes fluttered.
Only then did he notice something he hadn't realized before.
Alias was completely naked.
"Hmm…"
Her voice carried a smooth melody that made Alias fall even deeper under her spell.
The woman's clipboard projected three images into the air.
All of them were diagrams of… cocks.
She examined each of them carefully, then looked at Alias's own towering cock, which stood proudly between his legs.
The diagrams showed different sizes. In the center was an average-sized one, while the ones beside it showed a larger and a smaller example.
"It's definitely bigger."
She gave Alias's cock one final look before writing something down on a piece of paper.
Only then did Alias wake from his trance-like state as realization finally dawned on him.
He had been kidnapped.
And most likely, he had been kidnapped to become a lab rat.
He wanted to cry out, but his instincts told him that wouldn't be the smartest choice. Mages were famous for being eccentric. Who knew what might trigger them?
It would be better to begin politely.
"Umm… excuse me, why am I here?"
She lifted her amethyst eyes, and a strange glint passed through them.
One of the cabinet doors suddenly shot open, and a strange cylindrical device floated out toward the woman. With a soft mechanical sound, the device extended in length to something Alias found disturbingly familiar.
It spun slowly in the air before flying rapidly toward him.
Alias jerked instinctively, bracing for impact. Or at least, he thought he did—because he couldn't actually move an inch.
Thankfully, what followed wasn't what he expected.
Unfortunately, it was far beyond his expectations.
The device latched firmly onto his cock.
"Un~"
The pleasure struck him instantly.
A warm, slick softness enveloped his cock, closing around it with gentle pressure from every side. Then the slow stroking began, tightening as a deep, hungry suction slid over the sensitive head.
A shiver ran across Alias's body as a wave of raw ecstasy surged through him.
His entire cock had been swallowed, cradled in heat and moisture. The sensations were overwhelming, stealing his control piece by piece until his body betrayed him completely.
His cock pulsed. And finally, he erupted. He spilled helplessly before he could stop himself.
It stopped.
Alias breathed heavily, barely able to catch his breath. His mind felt muddled and hazy. When thoughts did come, they were scattered and irrational.
CLICK!
The device detached itself and floated back toward the woman, this time slowly. In front of her, the device released an unstable ball of white liquid.
It was Alias's cum.
The liquid floated in the air under the influence of some supernatural force.
With a simple gesture from her, it formed into a perfect sphere. Then it split into two smaller ones. Each sphere stretched into rope-like strands.
It was as if she were playing with clay.
Creating shapes. Destroying them. Creating new ones.
Before finally discarding them.
In the end, the substance entered a machine, likely being stored.
"The amount of semen is high."
"Viscosity is high too."
"Subject M-01 is showing physical strain, yet his cock remains erect."
She commented on Alias's cum as casually as if she were discussing yesterday's weather. There were no emotions in her voice.
She wrote several notes in her notebook before returning to her desk and finally sitting down, letting her long, beautiful legs rest.
Time passed.
Alias remained vaguely aware of his surroundings, but his first clear moment of awareness came when strange words suddenly appeared in front of him.
[Incubus Awakening]
What is that?
Curiosity built within him. He wanted to reach out and touch the floating words, but he couldn't move. He was restrained.
And the last time he had asked for something… it hadn't gone well.
Or had it?
The memory of that overwhelming ecstasy still lingered in his mind. Just thinking about it made his cock throb uncontrollably.
He felt humiliated, yes. But the sheer intensity of the pleasure drowned out almost every other emotion. Alias would probably do anything to experience that pleasure again.
Yet ever since those words appeared, a small part of his mind felt… clear. And that clear part of him was afraid. Afraid that he might become a demon driven purely by pleasure.
Time passed in silence.
The woman was the only one moving. She wrote. She turned pages. She compared notes. Again and again.
Alias either shut his eyes tightly or peeked at her from time to time.
Finally, the woman stood. It seemed she had finished her work for the day, at least for now. She briefly glanced around the room before her amethyst eyes finally settled on Alias.
"You will now be referred to as Subject M-01. Your role here is to assist me in an experiment."
She spoke in her usual cold, authoritative tone. She probably wasn't even trying to sound authoritative—it simply came naturally to her. Every small detail about her presence shaped the image of a powerful woman.
CREEK!
The door closed behind her.
Alias was left alone in the dark room. He released a long breath of relief. Then the words floating in front of him changed again.
[Incubus Awakened]