Chapter 372 - 372 - Trinity Force? Nothing Special

As if Leon didn't know exactly what Persephone was like.

The textbook case of a sharp tongue and a soft heart, ice on the outside and syrup underneath. That wasn't guesswork on his part either. It was a conclusion he'd field-tested more than a few times.

The thought of getting to see the other side of his cold, lofty superior again pulled a low laugh out of him, and he launched off the mark without any warm-up at all, hitting the woman under him from high, middle and low all at once.

Persephone's eyes flew open, her whole body drawing tight.

"You... hoooaaahhh!"

A wet sound.

"Ngh..."

"Don't... don't touch there!"

Leon felt the slickness on his fingers, looked down at Persephone with her face burning and her eyes gone blank as she gulped for air, and laughed softly.

"Oh? So that's a weak spot. Then I'd better play with it properly..."

Persephone's face flooded red, and she bit her lip, humiliated.

"You... nn, ah!"

One round. That was all it took, and it felt like her soul was shaking loose.

The next second her whole body went into wild, jerking spasms, and her eyes started to roll back.

"Tsk tsk. Looks like your instincts aren't nearly as stubborn as your mouth."

Leon smiled, nasty about it, and finally set a hand on the back of her head, looking down at her from above.

"Woman. Serve your master."

Persephone tipped her head up, stubborn and burning with humiliation, and had just opened her mouth...

A wet sound.

"Ngh, mmf!"

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"Mmmm, mmph...!"

In Leon's room, a figure was bound tight to a chair, with particular attention paid to her wrists, her ankles and her waist.

The elaborate ropework had cinched her proud curves into a shape worth staring at. Through a single wall, Persephone's stifled panting and broken whimpers carried faintly through. The sound made the struggling of the woman in the chair weaken, turning into fine shivers that ran through her in waves, and finally into convulsive twitching.

"Mm..."

The gag in her mouth kept her from forming words, so all that escaped were muffled syllables. A pair of wet eyes shimmered faintly in the dimness, holding some kind of want with nowhere to put it.

Click.

The door swung gently open.

A figure cast a long shadow in the moonlight from the window, and the instant the woman tied to the chair saw who it was, her face went scarlet and a strangled "mmph, mmph" came out of her.

"Miss Holy Maiden, I don't suppose you expected sneaking out this time to end with you being left hanging?"

That's right. The one tied to the chair was a slightly jealous Jeanne.

Driven by the wanting in her chest and the demand of her own body, she'd changed in the dead of night into the decisive-battle gear she'd bought specially for Christmas, and acted on it without hesitation, obeying both heart and body.

What she absolutely had not expected was that Leon would have worked out a brand-new trick.

So she'd been tied up, and stayed tied up, for over an hour.

In that time, Leon and Persephone had tormented her nearly out of her mind. Her body had convulsed several times, and below her tightly pressed thighs, her black-stockinged feet had arched so hard inside her heels that her calves cramped more than once.

Rose looked down at this other side of Jeanne and smiled, slow and knowing.

"Come along, dear. I imagine our Mr. Scumbag has run out of patience by now."

"After all, left sitting for over an hour, our Holy Maiden's body and mind have surely been trained to their most sensitive setting..."

Rose stepped forward, laughing softly, and undid the ropes behind the chair and the knots at her ankles. Then she slid one arm behind Jeanne's back and the other under the crook of her knees and lifted her into a princess carry, still bound.

"Mmph, mmm!"

Jeanne struggled for all she was worth, shaking her head desperately, those pale violet eyes full of pleading and pity.

"Ara ara... that won't do, Jeanne."

"Hehe. Off we go!"

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By the time Leon had reduced Persephone to hollow eyes and limp limbs, murmuring "broken, it's broken" over and over...

Rose came strolling in unhurriedly, carrying the bound Jeanne.

"We're not too late, are we?"

Rose gave Leon a sultry smile and showed off the Holy Maiden in her arms.

"After more than an hour of steeping, Jeanne's body is at its most sensitive right now..."

Leon's mouth curled. He stepped up and pulled the towel out of her mouth.

"Mm, Leon! You scumbag! Bastard! Pervert!"

"I... I'll kill you!"

The moment she could talk, Jeanne started cursing him out. Except that the wronged look on her small face, and those eyes still burning with humiliation, made the urge to conquer that Persephone had only just settled raise its head all over again.

"Yeah, curse me more. I love the way you swear at me and still can't do a thing about it."

"Pervert!"

"Mmmm, mmph..."

"R-Rose! Save, save me, hoooaaahh!"

Watching Leon press Jeanne down until she knelt on the carpet, head tipped back and serving, Rose gave a small laugh, stripped off her gown until she wore nothing but white stockings and heels, and wound herself up Leon's back like a snake.

"Darling, let's start round two."

"You know I'm not a woman who's satisfied by just anything."

Leon pulled her around in front of him, one hand hooked under a full, firm thigh, the other buried in the hair at the back of her head, and the two of them fell into a hot, hungry kiss.

"As you wish, my goddess."

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The following morning.

After a full night of "trials of the heart" and "tempering of the will," Leon privately felt he had successfully overcome his own weak point.

In the sitting room, the fire in the hearth burned steadily, and waves of comfortable warmth spread out until they made a person pleasantly lazy.

At the moment, a certain someone was lounging back in the sofa with his legs crossed and his eyes half shut, savoring last night's so-called Trinity Force with Persephone, Jeanne and Rose.

Reaching a particular high point in the memory, he smacked his lips lightly and let out a dismissive click of his tongue.

Heh. So much for the Trinity Force.

Right then, a voice dragged him bodily back to reality.

"A house. I need a big house with good soundproofing and plenty of space, where I can sleep soundly and peacefully through the night!"

Laurier sat on the sofa in denim shorts and a midriff-baring camisole, legs folded beneath her as she hugged a cushion. A pair of bloodshot eyes locked on the thick-skinned man drinking his coffee at his leisure, her small face set with grim determination.

Clearly, in order to "soothe" three ravenous ladies last night, Leon had pulled out every method he had and held nothing back, and it had taken until the small hours before all three older sisters were finally satisfied.

The result being... things had gotten a little loud, loud enough that the entire second floor had heard that "fierce battle" with perfect clarity.

No, to put it accurately, with a racket that size, pretending you hadn't heard it simply wasn't possible.

Leon glanced at the puffed-up little elf, then at Margaret, Iri, Kureha, Lydia and Aura sitting in a row on the sofa, every one of them hugging a cushion with her head down and her face red, and waved a magnanimous hand, brazen as ever.

"Ahem. It's just a big house, isn't it? Leave it to me."

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