After that messed-up breakfast — or whatever that was — Akane Onee-sama declared it was "time for a proper tour." She took my hand, her grip firm but deceptively gentle as she led me down a long, dimly lit hallway.
She didn't forget to kick Eva out when she suggested that she would be the one taking on this tour. The punishment from her mother was "No sex for a week," which meant no entry to the service part of the brothel.
"Welcome to our humble establishment, little sister," Akane said, her voice echoing slightly in the silence.
I could still taste Akane Onee-sama on my tongue as she led me deeper into the brothel, the sweet, potent tang of her essence lingering like a forbidden promise.
'Fuck… I drank her…' The memory made my body heat up all over again. 'And I liked it.'
I was so utterly, completely fucked.
"This place," she began, her voice a low, sultry whisper that seemed to resonate with the very walls around us, "it's more than just a brothel, Azariel. It's a sanctuary. A place where the pleasures of the flesh aren't just accepted, but celebrated."
We moved through the labyrinthine corridors down to the second floor, the air growing thick with the scent of incense and desire. The walls were adorned with erotic tapestries that depicted scenes of ecstasy and indulgence, their vivid colors seeming to pulse in time with the steady throb between my legs.
"Here, we cater to every desire, every fantasy," Akane continued, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and dark mischief. "No matter how depraved or forbidden it might seem elsewhere."
We stopped before a set of ornate double doors, the dark wood carved with intricate scenes of lovers entwined in passionate embraces. Akane turned to me, her gaze piercing as she reached out to trace a finger down my cheek.
"Are you ready to see the true face of pleasure, little sister?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
Before I could even think to answer, she pushed the doors open, revealing a world that made my breath catch in my throat.
The room was a cavern of pleasure, a vast, circular space bathed in the warm, golden glow of a hundred candles. In the center of the room, a massive, heart-shaped bed was piled high with silk pillows and velvet throws, its sheets a deep, crimson red.
Around the bed, a collection of figures were engaged in a symphony of lust — mostly succubi — their bodies moving in a graceful, practiced rhythm. Moans and sighs filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sharp cry of ecstasy.
"Welcome to the Heart," Akane purred, her hand still gripping mine as she tugged me forward, into the den of sin. "This is where the true magic happens."
"Fuck!"
I could barely process her words, my attention snagged by the sight of a succubus with shimmering emerald skin arching her back in ecstasy as a tall, muscular demon of some kind drove into her from behind. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her nipples hard and glistening as if coated with some sort of enchanted oil.
Next to them was another succubus getting double-penetrated by a naga with two dicks, who had her wrapped in their coils as they pumped into her with a steady, relentless rhythm. Her moans were a sweet, musical counterpoint to the grunts and groans of her partners.
Everywhere I looked, there was another scene of raw, unadulterated passion. A pair of female fairies with delicate, gossamer wings were locked in a passionate embrace, their fingers delving into each other's wet folds as they kissed with a hunger that was almost palpable.
My breath hitched as I watched… everything, my body reacting with a treacherous surge of arousal. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even as Akane led me deeper into the room.
"Everyone who comes here," Akane said, her voice barely above a whisper, "they're all searching for something. Pleasure. Release. Connection. This place… it provides all that and more."
I stumbled slightly as she pulled me toward a seating area off to the side, where a group of succubi lounged on velvet chaises, their eyes heavy-lidded with lust as they watched the main spectacle unfold.
"Akane," one of them purred, a fiery redhead with a tail that curled around her leg like a possessive lover. "You've brought us a new plaything. She's… delicious."
"..."
Akane didn't respond. She simply kept her gentle smile, staring at the succubus who realized her mistake and swiftly apologized.
"Sorry, Akane Onee-sama." She bowed her head in deference, her tail uncurling from her leg.
"Be careful what you say, little sister," Akane said, her voice dangerously soft. "This one is special."
"She smells… divine," another one murmured, a petite blonde with horns that curled like a ram's. "Is she… a royal like Mother?"
"Yes." Akane's smile widened as she led me to a vacant chaise lounge, pushing me down onto the velvet cushions. "And she's my little sister."
"Your…?" The redhead's eyes widened with a mix of shock and envy. "But… Mother said…"
"Mother says a lot of things," Akane interrupted, her tone dismissive. "But tonight, Azariel is mine to do with as I please."
"..."
"Do I have a say in this?" I asked, realizing that my 'life' was slipping from my grasp.
Akane's gaze was intense, her blue eyes boring into me with a possessiveness that was both terrifying and strangely comforting.
"Of course you do, my dear sister," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "You can say 'no' at any time. But… I don't think you will."
She lowered herself onto the chaise beside me, her thigh pressed firmly against mine. She was definitely enjoying this.
A soft gasp slipped from my lips as her fingers brushed along my inner thigh, slow, deliberate, teasing.
"See?" she whispered, amusement dripping from her tone like warm honey. "Your body answers for you."
"T-That's not—" I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool and not give her the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. "It's just… this place… the incense…"
"Shh." Her finger pressed against my lips, silencing my pathetic attempt at self-defense. "Just watch."
And we just sat there, watching, my whole body buzzing with a mix of arousal as Akane's hand continued its slow, torturous exploration of my body.
Her fingers traced patterns on my thigh, her touch so light it was almost maddening.
"Let me tell you a secret," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "The true magic of this place isn't in the pleasure itself. It's in the giving, the receiving, the exchange of energy. It's in the way a soul can be laid bare, stripped of all its defenses, and still be accepted, desired, cherished."
As if on cue, the redheaded succubus from earlier slipped closer, her steps graceful and silent. She sank to her knees before the chaise, her fiery hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked up at me with wide, hungry eyes.
"May I… observe her more closely?" she asked Akane, her voice a respectful murmur.
Akane didn't answer with words. She simply gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she watched me.
The redhead's gaze was intense as she studied me, her eyes sweeping over my body like she was trying to memorize every curve, every tremor, every hint of my arousal.
"How adorable. Royals rarely tremble." The petite blonde succubus joined, her horns glinting softly in the candlelight.
"Azariel is… different," Akane smirked.
Great. Wonderful. I was "different" in a den of creatures who could sniff out desire from a mile away. This was going about as well as my last attempt at baking a cake, which is to say, I ended up setting the kitchen on fire, then the whole mansion.
"..."
Maybe this is why that noble hated me back in my old world.
"Can we… taste her?" the redhead asked, her eyes practically glowing with anticipation.
Akane's smirk widened at the redhead's request, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on my thigh, each touch sending sparks of heat through me.
"Taste her?" she echoed, her voice a sultry tease as she turned to me. "What do you think, little sister? Should we let them have a little fun with you?"
'Is that even a question!!'
I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died on my tongue as the blonde succubus slid closer, her petite frame pressing against my other side. Her ram-like horns brushed against my shoulder as she leaned in, her breath tickling my neck.
"Please say yes," she whispered, her voice dripping with need. "I've been dying to get my hands — and tongue — on something as rare as you."
My heart didn't just race; it tried to break free, fluttering desperately beneath my ribs. I looked at Akane, seeking a lifeline, but her gaze was a hot, possessive blue fire, demanding my surrender.
"Taste is a crucial part of the lesson, isn't it?" Akane purred, her finger tracing a final, agonizing line down my inner thigh before she finally pulled her hand away.
"The lesson of shared pleasure. Of embracing the desires of those who worship you." She gave a brief, decisive nod to the two kneeling succubi. "Be thorough. And be gentle with my little sister."
The word "thorough" held a devastating weight.
Before I could process the permission, the redhead — whose name I still didn't know — shifted forward with the liquid grace of a cat. She reached out, not for my face or my chest, but for my bare foot.
"May I, Princess?" the redhead murmured, her voice laced with a honeyed reverence that didn't quite hide the hunger beneath. She didn't wait for an answer.
"Look at these pretty feet," the blonde one swiftly joined in, her fingers gently caressing my other leg. "So delicate… perfect for worshiping."
I didn't have time to prepare myself for the impact before the redhead's tongue, hot and impossibly wet, darted out to taste the arch of my foot.
"Ahhhh~... shit... this is good."