"Spirits of mories, I command you—grant your power!" I spoke inwardly, eyes shut, my hand gripping the head of an infernal demon bound tightly to a chair, thrashing in vain against his restraints.
"Zynor el’vatha miranthal."
The mont I chanted the spell, both the demon and I scread in agony. A sharp pain struck my forehead—I couldn’t tell what he felt—but for , it was the surge of his mories, pouring violently into my mind. Before they could consu , I released his head, and we both gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.
"Hubby! Are you okay?" Rose’s voice broke through the haze as she rushed to my side, panic etched across her face.
"I’m fine," I rasped. "Just... need water."
She hurried away, and I slumped back. Tama and Rin flanked shortly after, both trying to talk out of continuing. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to master this skill—even if it ant burning myself alive from the inside.
In every mnemomancy book I’ve read, there’s one golden rule: never let the mories you want to read flood into your mind. That’s called a mory recoil, and it’s deadly. The correct thod is to find the mory strings of your target and enter them yourself, one at a ti.
Still....until the spirits acknowledge my resolve and my superiority, I won’t back down. As Rose ca back with a cup of water, I drained it in one gulp, then turned toward my next test subject. The first demon was still screaming—steam literally rising from his head—so he was out.
I inhaled deeply and clutched the second demon. He thrashed just as wildly, but Agatha—Rose’s general commander—had him tightly bound. She stood nearby, arms crossed, her bouncy assets not-so-subtly jiggling every ti she shifted her weight. Clearly intentional.
I ignored her distractions and channeled my focus.
After a few grueling attempts, it happened: I saw them—my first mory threads. It was like I dove into a dinsion made of my test subject’s emotions of all kinds. Although most of them were of battle, carnage and pain. It felt as if l was watching a movie with my hand as a remote, just swiping the threads to the side to see more. But with each of the mories l viewed, it made my head pound so hard that l had no choice but release the demon from my grip.
Were the spirits of mories now finally granting their power? It was hard to tell. But I was getting closer.
I conducted these trials in one of the castle’s guest rooms, now repurposed into a torture lab filled with demons—my guinea pigs. Later, my waifus went out to show Tama around since it was her first ti in the demon realm, leaving under Agatha’s watchful eye.
And Agatha... Well, her version of "watching" involved brushing her ample breasts against every ti she checked on my condition. She wasn’t even trying to hide it, which made rember that ti l found her masturbating to the sex noises made by Rose and l.
Blood trickled from my nose—a side effect of prolonged mnemomancy.
"This is bad... you’re bleeding too much," Agatha muttered.
"Don’t worry. I’m fine." I wiped it away with the back of my hand.
"You’re not fine. Co on." She grabbed my arm. "I need to stop your bleeding before you collapse."
I tried to protest, but she dragged out of the room with demons and led into her room. She shut the door behind us with a soft click.
Her room was oddly cute for a demon commander—elegant furniture with subtle pink tones and plush textures. If you ignored the fact that so of the furniture was literally alive, it looked like a high-school girl’s fantasy room.
She sat on her bed, patted her lap, and told to rest on top of her. I hesitated at first before l laid on the bed, my head rested against her bare thighs, clad only in a leather skirt. She dabbed my nose gently with tissues, brushing my hair with surprisingly tender fingers.
Even after the bleeding stopped, she didn’t let up.
I looked up. "Why are you staring at like that?"
She smiled. "I’m just... surprised."
"Surprised? By what really?"
"That soone who looks so young had the queen screaming her lungs out the day you fucked here." She smirked. "Honestly, I don’t get it."
I chuckled, embarrassed. "Didn’t an to keep you up that day. Sorry about that."
She cupped my cheeks. "It’s fine. I just... couldn’t sleep at all with those moans echoing through the walls. Sotis I wish I was the queen."
"Why?"
"Pfft. Isn’t that obvious?" she shrugged. "Being queen cos with perks. Power, luxury, status... and a man like you in her bed."
"So... you do envy Rose for that?"
She laughed. "I envy her for many things... but those things don’t count you."
"Ouch. I thought you were head over heels for ."
"Hah! Don’t flatter yourself, human." She leaned in. "You’re the queen’s man. I’d never dare fall for you..."
"But if I wasn’t?"
She paused, gaze lingering on .
Then: "No. You’re not my type. I’m into mascular n, giants who are at least 6"4 tall."
"Really? Sounds crazy. Well....I might not possess a giant body, but l have a massive—"
"I know." Her voice dropped. "And I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like... to have sothing that big inside ."
I blinked. "But, you just said I’m not your type."
"Yeah. I’m curious, not in love." She smiled wickedly.
"Too bad for you. I’m loyal to Rose. Can’t exactly test those curiosities without consequences."
"Well..." She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. "If you change your mind, my door will be open tonight. Co show what you’ve got."
I smirked. "Tempting. But l honestly can’t —"
She silenced with a kiss.
Then she pulled away abruptly. "Get up. The queen’s coming."
Footsteps echoed in the corridor. She really had sharp senses, no kidding. That’s a demon commander for you.
As I stepped out to greet Rose and the others, Agatha’s bold invitation lingered in my mind. She was stunning. And the idea of fulfilling her curiosity, letting her get a test of my judgnt ... was far from unpleasant.
But wouldn’t that an I’ll be betraying my waifus while l expect them to never betray ?
Doesn’t that make a scumbag?
TBC
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