The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Inside Serelith’s chamber, the atmosphere was charged with an unusual tension. The proud and powerful court magician stood, clad in what was barely more than a whisper of fabric, her usual robes replaced by something far more revealing.

Mikhailis, leaning casually against the door frame, let his gaze wander appreciatively over the outfit—a stark white micro bikini that contrasted vividly against Serelith’s tanned skin.

"I-Is this fine? I already put it on," Serelith muttered, her voice a mix of defiance and embarrassment. She held her arms awkwardly in front of her, hands concealing her chest.

"It’s not enough," Mikhailis chided with a smirk, his tone playful yet commanding. "Don’t conceal using your hands, just show them confidently."

Reluctantly, Serelith’s arms fell to her sides, exposing the full extent of the minimal attire. The triangles covering her chest did little to hide her modesty, and her entire body seemed to shrink under his gaze, her stature diminishing as she stood exposed. Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor.

"You’re the worst, a scum on earth," she accused, though her words lacked venom and carried a tremble that betrayed her inner turmoil.

"Yes, yes, now show it," Mikhailis encouraged, his voice a gentle coaxing. Slowly, she turned around, revealing her back and the strings that held the delicate pieces of fabric together. As she completed a full circle, her lower half trembling slightly, Mikhailis couldn’t help but feel a heat rising within him too. The sight was undeniably arousing.

"What the hell are these clothes..." Serelith whispered under her breath, confusion and embarrassment mingling in her tone.

"It’s a micro bikini. It suits people with a modest chest," Mikhailis explained, a touch of mischief in his words.

"Wha!?" Her voice pitched higher, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. But then Mikhailis added, his voice softer, almost tender, "And yes, it looks very beautiful on you."

That seemed to catch her off guard. Her body language softened, and she turned to face him again, clearly embarrassed but also strangely touched. "Chest is just an obstacle in battle and when doing things," she started defensively, launching into a long explanation about the impracticality and inconvenience of larger chests in combat and daily tasks.

Her justification went on, filled with technical explanations and personal anecdotes, each word painting her as practical, yet now vulnerable in a way Mikhailis had never seen.

"Yes, yes, keep going on, and it will make you look more desperate instead, young girl," Mikhailis teased after letting her ramble for a good while, effectively cutting through her defensiveness with his playful banter.

As he approached her with a smile, his keen eyes noticed something—her crotch was visibly damp.

"Oh... So you’re aroused because of this," he noted aloud, his voice low and teasing.

<Do you see this, Rodion?>

Mikhailis asked quietly, ensuring their privacy.

<Yes, without a doubt. The court magician of Silvarion Thalor is unmistakably a masochist. Perhaps a big one.>

Rodion’s response, though clinical, carried a hint of dry sarcasm.

Mikhailis chuckled softly, his smile broadening as he stepped closer to her. She instinctively covered her body with her hands, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

"A-Are you going to rape me?" she stammered, the question laced with genuine fear.

"Of course not," Mikhailis replied gently, his demeanor softening.

"You’re too cute, so I couldn’t help but tease you. Now, for the last order. Hey, can you do sit-ups?"

Confusion crossed Serelith’s face as she took the position Mikhailis demonstrated. He then brought out his tablet, opening an image of Queen Elowen and positioning it so Serelith could see. "Imagine she’s watching," he said, a playful note in his voice as he began to count each sit-up.

"One..." Serelith struggled but followed his lead.

"Two..." Her movements were shaky, but she persisted, the fabricated gaze of the queen seemingly spurring her on.

By the time they reached ten, Serelith’s breaths were labored, her face contorted with effort. "Continue, only a little bit further," Mikhailis encouraged, though his tone was light and teasing.

They managed to get to seventeen before Serelith collapsed back, panting and unable to continue. "Okay, you failed~ It’s time for a punishment game~" Mikhailis declared, though his eyes danced with amusement rather than any real intention to punish.

The room filled with an awkward yet playful tension, a bizarre game of cat and mouse where each participant was unsure of the next move. Yet, amidst the strange and uncomfortable dance, a peculiar understanding seemed to bloom between them—an acknowledgment of their mutual, unspoken attractions and secrets laid bare, if only for a moment.

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"Hii, Hiu. T-trainee soldiers…practice loyalty to the royal family. This loyalty teaching continues"

Drip!

Something drips on the waterproof tablet with Elowen’s picture on it. Serelith’s’s interior is shaken, it’s reflected in her eyes.

Inside the room is Serelith’s pledge, then the obscene wet sound reverberating trough the room.

「Hinn, Nuu. …Trainee soldiers, that sword and magic. Ooooooo, will be pulled out for the royal family and for the nation」

Zuriyuriyu!

while making an audible sound, Serelith’s anus is being turned over.

"This, do you know what this is?"

When did he take it out? In Mikhailis’s hand is a flesh colored grotesque dildo.

Serelith saw it for the first time, she can easily imagine what kind of use it has.

"This is a special dildo that will teach you loyalty,"

It was thrust in, the tip of the dildo penetrates her anal.

"It was made especially by a great craftsman from my world."

Serelith’s hips twitched and raised.

"Uu, U, U, Uuu, Uu, Uuuuuuuuuuu, Nnn, Nnnn, Nnnn."

The dildo was pulled out and thrust in again, Serelith’s body was trembling.

"Looks like you’ve been playing with this hole for a long time, Lady Court Magician. You’re not an amateur, are you?"

"N-No. I have played with it, but this is the first time someone did it to me. I was surprised that it was so big. My anus, aaahhh."

"Is it painful?"

"It doesn’t hurt, but, nnn."

"If it doesn’t hurt, it’s not a punishment, right?"

"Nn, no. Please punish me."

"What should I punish? Is there anything that hurts?"

"I don’t know. Please hit my pussy with your finger."

"Pussy is not a part of the body that hurts, right?"

"But, nnn, I’m ashamed of my pussy. If you hit it, I’ll be happy."

"Hmm, I’m sorry, but I won’t hit it."

"Uu, please. Please, please hit it.

"No, you have a bad mouth."

"Please hit my pussy."

"Well, your begging is still not enough. If you can say more erotic things, I will consider it."

"More? What should I say?"

"I told you, you have a bad mouth. Tell me, how many times a day do you play with your butt?"

"I, uu."

"If you don’t say, I won’t hit your pussy."

"I’m ashamed, but, I’ll tell you."

Finally, with her cheeks red, she looked away.

"I, play, with, the ass, once a day, but sometimes two, or three times,"

"Umm, it’s not very sexy. Well, you’re not used to talking, are you? Well, that’s enough for now."

He thrust the dildo deeper into the anal.

"Uguuuuuuuuu, Oohhhh."

As expected, this girl is a great masochist.

"It’s not bad. How is the punishment?"

"Haa, Haa, Haa, it’s painful."

"You don’t want to play with your ass for a while, right?"

"Yea. No, no."

"I will be satisfied, but will the country’s national magicians not be satisfied?"

"No, I’ll be fine. Please, please."

"Well, then. Since I can’t punish your pussy, let’s punish the breasts. I’ll hit them and squeeze them. If you feel pleasure from that, I’ll think about your pussy."

"Haa, haa, haa, yes, please."

"I will hit you and squeeze you until the pain is unbearable."

"Please, please, do it."

He squeezed the right nipple with his fingers.

"Ah, ahhh."

And pulled it up.

"Uguuuuuu, Aaaaah, Ah, Aaaaah."

"You’re very sensitive, huh?"

"Haaaa, Haaa, Haaa, Haaa, Haaaa."

He pinched the other nipple with his left hand.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

"Hmm, the pain is not enough."

He twisted the nipple.

"Oohhhhhhhh, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

"Now the right one."

"Haa, haa, haa, haa."

He twisted the left one.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah."

"Hmm, I’m still not satisfied."

His lips touched the nipples.

"Hmmmm, nn."

"I’m sucking them, and twisting them, and squeezing them."

"Haaa, haa, haa, haa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

"In front of your lovely Queen Elowen," He points at the image displayed by the tablet on the ground that already soaking wet because of her love juices. Luckily it’s waterproof.

"I’m going to show her how your breast looks like,"

"Haaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaah."

He sucked and chewed the nipples.

"Nn, n, n, aaaaah, aaa, aaaaaah."

He bit it.

"Nn, aaa, aaaaaah."

He licked them.

"Aaaaaaah."

"You’re really sensitive."

"Ha, ha, ha, aaaah."

"The way your breast moves is very cute."

"Uuuu, nnn, hmm."

Now, the punishment continues.

"Haaaa, haaaa, haaaa, haaa."

He pressed the dildo, and rubbed the clitoris.

"Oooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaah."

"How was that? Your ass was punished. Your breast was also punished."

"Haaa, haaa, haaa, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah."

"It doesn’t mean your punishment is over."

"Aaaaaah."

"If you want me to hit your pussy, then I will. I’m going to punish your pussy too."

"Ooh, oh, ooo, oooh, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah. Yes pleaaaase,"