Chapter 101 - Walking On The Edge [Slightly R-18]

Chapter 101: Chapter 101 - Walking On The Edge [Slightly R-18]

Vincent opened his eyes inside his dreamscape, expecting the cartoony skies, the springy grass beneath his feet, and after a full day’s worth of playing, a relaxing afternoon drinking fresh nectar from the mountain plug with Mr. Marshmallow and Red Marshy.

Instead, what he found was that the sky above had warped into an unnatural, hazy pinkish-purple hue. The fluffy white clouds had curdled into deep violet vapors, casting an eerie, intoxicating magenta light over the rolling hills.

"What is going on here...?"

Right then, a sudden storm of cartoony heart-shaped arrows began raining down from the clouds like sparkling rain.

"THE COZY VIBES ARE CORRUPTED!"

Mr. Marshmallow and Red Marshy were running around in wild circles on the hill, flailing their arms and screaming at the top of their lungs.

"MR. MARSHMALLOW?! MARSHY? WHAT’S HAPPENING–?! OH CRAP!"

Seeing the barrage of heart arrows speeding straight toward his two squishy friends, Vincent screamed, "Guys, look out!"

BOOM!

He heroically leaped through the air, throwing his body directly in front of the marshmallow creatures to act as a shield.

"NO! DON’T TOUCH THEM, VINNY! THEY’RE TOXIC! THEY’RE TAINTED WITH UNPURE ENERGY!"

"Don’t worry, guys! I won’t get hurt–"

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

Dozens of pink arrows pelted Vincent across his chest, back, and shoulders.

However, instead of pain, an overwhelming, burning wave of euphoria washed through his entire nervous system.

His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the soft ground. His vision then blurred into a sea of glittering magenta sparks as his mind slipped into unconsciousness.

........

*Gasp!?* "Mr. Marshmallow?! Marshy?!"

Vincent opened his eyes to find himself in the mansion’s dark kitchen, lit only by the glowing embers of the hearth fire.

’What? Did I wake up? No...’

Then, he saw her.

Standing by the counter with her back turned to him was Gwen.

Vincent’s jaw dropped as his eyes adjusted to the flickering light. Gwen was wearing nothing but a white kitchen apron tied neatly around her narrow waist, leaving her back, her soft, round bare ass, and long legs completely exposed to him.

"Gwen...? What... What are you doing? Wearing nothing... Wait–! Sorry, I didn’t mean to look!"

Gwen turned around slowly. A sultry giggle escaped her lips as her usually serious and polite expression melted into something far womanly, and far more intoxicating.

Her voice dropped into a husky register that sent shivers straight down his spine "Be patient, Master Vincent... I’m nearly done preparing your late-night snack."

"My... snack?"

"Hehehe! There we go. All done."

She set a small plate of glazed fruit on the counter, stepped in close, and gently pinned him against the counter’s edge. She reached up, took a grape between her fingers and pressed it directly against his lips.

"Eat for me... Master."

’Whaaat the fuuuuck...?’

As Vincent swallowed the fruit, Gwen slid her hand down his chest and pressed her body firmly against his. All while slowly grinding her hips against his thigh.

"I have spent so many long days taking care of everyone’s meal, their clothes, and menial tasks..." Gwen cooed into his ear.

"When all I truly long for... is to serve all of your needs, Master~"

"Gwen... wait, I don’t think any of this is real—"

"Shh~ Shhhh..." She put her finger on his lips.

"Do you remember that night we stayed at the inn? When you came onto me in your sleep...?"

"Well, no. I was asleep."

"What a shame. Let me show you exactly what we did..."

She took his right hand and pulled it behind her apron, guiding his open palm straight onto her supple breast. She squeezed his fingers over her flesh, letting out a trembling gasp into his neck as she pushed her hips harder into his lap.

"Ah... mnh... Master... Because you belong to Her Highness. I’ve never overstepped. But the truth is I always wanted this. That night, you showed me what it means to be a woman. Master... Feel how wet I am for you... feel how much I’ve wanted this..."

"Gwen..."

Just as Vincent let out a ragged breath and reached for her waist to pull her closer–

Gwen’s form dissolved into a swirling shower of sweet-smelling pink rose petals.

WHOOSH!

"Whoa!"

Vincent fell forward as she vanished, the kitchen disappearing as the scenery warped into something warmer.

SPLASH!

He plunged straight into a steaming pool of natural water, landing heavily over a soft body.

When he surfaced, he coughed out water and wiped his eyes, only to realise he was pinning Roxa against the smooth stone edge of an open forest hot spring.

She sat in the spring completely nude, framing her chest and toned body as her raven hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead.

"Roxa?! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!"

"Vincent. It is hardly appropriate to wear clothes in a hot spring." She snapped her fingers, and Vincent’s clothing dissolved into thin air.

"Oh? I see you’re already hard down there."

Dropping her usual stern demeanor, Roxa lunged forward and wrapped her toned legs tightly around his hips from the front. She pulled him flush against her wet body, leaning up to bite his earlobe before growling softly into his neck.

"I am marking my claim on you, Vincent... My savior. My hero~ You know, you’re the only human I have ever allowed myself to feel this way about... The only man worthy of taking me."

She reached beneath the surface and cupped his hardened shaft, stroking him with a slow rhythm that left Vincent feeling flustered.

"R-Roxa..."

"Ah... Yes... I love that look... Don’t look away... Feel me... Vincent~"

She then leaned back against the stone edge, parting her thighs in the water and inviting him in with a feline smirk. "You saved this life of mine from doom. Which means, it is yours. Take it, Vincent. Take what is yours..."

Driven by the intense friction beneath the water, Vincent leaned in when–

POOF!

Roxa vanished into a cloud of pink mist, and the hot spring water vaporized into thin air right before he could touch her.

Suddenly, he found himself sitting on a plush leather sofa inside a dimly lit private office at the Imperial Academy.

Student Council President Daphne Dove sat on his lap, her uniform blouse completely unbuttoned to reveal her lace bra and cleavage.

She leaned her lips into his neck and used his hand to pleasure herself beneath her skirt while letting out soft whimpers against his skin.

"Ah... Vincent Winters... I knew there was something special about you the first moment I laid eyes on you... But still, hehehe~ You think you can just wander through my academy without permission...? Well now you have to– Mnnngh... ah! P-Pay~"

At the same time, Principal Brenda stood behind the sofa. Her modest breasts framed his head as she ran her fingers through his hair, leaning over his shoulder to feed him passionate kisses that stole the breath from his lungs.

*Mmch~* "Child of Mari. Allow me to thank you properly for helping my sister. And if you’re good, I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget..."

They teased and edged him simultaneously from both sides, Daphne grinding herself on his lap while Brenda held his head in place, pushing his senses to a fever pitch until–

POOF!

They dissolved into a cloud of sweet pink smoke.

The scenery shifted again, but this time it was revealed to be the golden cloud-peaks of the Divine Realm.

Natasha and Deina appeared before him, draped in shimmering silk robes that lazily slipped off their shoulders.

Natasha straddled his stomach, taking his mouth in a dominating kiss while Deina knelt below, taking his hardened length deep into her warm mouth.

"Stay with us forever, V..." Natasha whispered against his mouth.

Her fiery red hair tumbled over his face as her own breathless whimpers mixed with Deina’s wet, suctioned sounds below drove him to the edge again.

They pushed his stamina to its absolute limit, keeping him suspended before unceremoniously dissolving into pink mist.

POOF!

Finally, he found himself in the bedroom from the previous night.

Wearing a dangerously low-cut crimson nightgown that clung to her curves like a second skin, Maelle straddled his lap on the bed as her regal violet eyes burned with uninhibited, raw passion.

"Vincent... I take back what I said." She whispered when leaning down. "I no longer care about just sleeping... I want you. Take me..."

She slowly ground her hips onto his, riding him to the edge of ecstasy with deep rolls that made his toes curl–

"M-Maelle... I can’t."

"Ah... Vincent... Show me what it means to love someone..."

She edged him right up to the end – before vanishing into thin air right as he was about to shoot toward a massive climax.

"F-Fuck! Why... What’s happening? Every time they leave me hanging."

Suddenly–POOF!

All the women reappeared around him at once. Gwen, Roxa, Daphne, Brenda, Natasha, Deina, and Maelle wrapped their arms around his body, pressing their chests against him, whispering seductive praises into his ears, and vying frantically for his attention.

"Choose me, Vincent..."

"V..."

"Come to me..."

"Let’s make babies, Little Bird."

"You know you want all of us..."

Their collective moans, whispers, and warm touches pressed against every inch of his skin. Vincent was completely overstimulated, gasping, burning hot, and helpless under the feminine onslaught.

POOF!!!!!!

In a blinding burst of pink mist, all the figures dissolved, leaving Vincent lying alone on the bed.

"Why... Just put me out of my misery already..."

"Your wish is my command~"

With her oversized glasses glinting in the dark, step by step, Ava walked up to the foot of the bed, tilting her head in a coy giggle.

"Aw~ Look at you. You look so warm... and desperate, Vincent~"

Slowly, Ava morphed her human form.

Her body erupted into her full Succubus Form – bat-like wings unfurling, a spade-tipped tail swaying rhythmically behind her, glowing magenta eyes, and a voluptuous, leather-clad figure that exuded undeniable sexiness.

Ava crawled onto the bed over his chest, purring into his ear as her spade tail wrapped tightly around his inner thigh.

"You’ve been teased enough tonight, my handsome angel... Now... let me bring you over the edge~"

As she began touching him, she manipulated the dreamscape scenery, projecting shimmering phases of all the women he had encountered.

"You carry so much power, Vincent... Stop holding back... embrace your true nature. Accept all of us into your life without fear or hesitation... We’ll say yes. We’re waiting for you. Just say yes... say yes to all of us~"

"Ava... I..."

Vincent’s mind was practically fully gone at this point.

His eyes were glossy, his breathing ragged and his resistance broken by the dream spell. his hands tightening on her hips, pulling her close as he answered.

"Yes..."

"Hehehe~ Good." Ava smiled victoriously. "Then, you can start with me."

Aligning herself directly above his hips, she began to lower herself down, literally inches away from sliding his hardened length inside her when–

BANG!

"CEASE AND DESIST, YOU PINK DEMON LADY!"

The dream door at the far edge of the void burst open. Mr. Marshmallow, Red Marshy, and – surprisingly – Eugene, came barging in like a chaotic SWAT team.

"We’re here to save you, V!"

Red Marshy wound up his arm and threw a squishy, crimson pie straight into Ava’s face.

SPLAT!

"What–?!"

Eugene flew in like a little menace, clamping his tiny jaws onto Ava’s spade tail and biting down with all his dragon strength!

"WAKE UP, BLUEY! SHE’S DRUGGING YOUR BRAIN WITH SUCCUBUS MAGIC!"

"OW! GET OFF MY TAIL, YOU NASTY LIZARD!"

The absurd brawl completely broke Ava’s concentration, which then led to her shattering the dreamscape’s spell into billions of falling glass shards.

SHATTER!

Vincent’s eyes flew wide open in the real world where it was early morning.

He found himself lying flat on his back in Maelle’s sunlit bedroom. His hands were firmly gripping something extraordinarily soft and round – Ava’s butt.

She was currently lying on top of his chest in her human form, caught red-handed.

Her hands were cupping his face and her eyes were wide with sheer, flustered panic.

Seeing Vincent wide awake, Ava froze like a deer in headlights. A nervous, and high-pitched laugh escaped her lips as she gently let go of him.

"Ehehe... g-good morning, Vincent. You... you sure sleep soundly..."