Being the one who instigated her, Sincir is far from surprised by Eleanor’s burst of magic as she activates the strength buff he has taught her; As such, he is able to easily move his ankle aside once she attempts to grab it, before sidestepping her kick, aimed at his groins.

  He’d have counter-attacked then, but a handful of dirt clouds his vision just as he is about to, forcing him to step back...

  For a moment, they simply stare at each other.

  But Eleanor doesn’t say anything, and neither does him.

  Switching from her strength buff, she quickly uses a small wind spell to have one of their training swords fly into her grip, then activates her speed buff, charging at him...

  The transitions were fast enough for Sincir to feel proud of her progress, though he could’ve probably connected a spell or two in there, if he was serious...

  Still, once she gets going, Eleanor is a fast, calcuting fighter... Her blows leave almost no openings, because he is the one who drilled it into her not to leave them, and it isn’t long before Sincir is forced to activate his own speed buff.

  Parrying her blows, he snaps his fingers in front of her face, creating a ball of water which she dodges by a hair’s breadth, thrusting her sword toward his stomach as she does so.

  Sincir backhands the weapon away from him, then swings his own sword into her stomach, causing her to double over.

  This idiot... How many times did he tell her not to make it so obvious?

  Giving her no time to rest, he casts an earth spell, commanding the dirt beneath her foot to grab it... However, she still menages to dodge his follow up sword swing by crouching, quickly using the pummel of her sword to destroy the hardened dirt holding her feet as she does so, then rolling away.

  This time, Sincir doesn’t pursue, deciding to conserve his mana... In any case, it isn’t long before she is coming at him again.

  Time and time again, their swords meet under the moonlight. Eleanor is relentless, using every possible trick to bypass his spells and reach him...

  Even after being hit by shocks, jets of cold water, and wind balls, she continues to press forward, burning through her mana at an arming rate...

  But moving faster and faster.

  Noticing how her eyes follow the wind ball he threw at her for a split second before she strikes at it with her sword, destroying the spell midair, Sincir ughs.

  A small shield of ice appears on his forearm, and he uses it to block her next blow, only to have a shiver run down his spine as she throws herself at him, shoulder first, managing to hit him square in the chest.

  At the speed she was moving, Sincir immediately feels his breath being blown away, fallowed by his back hitting the ground and a boot hitting his stomach.

  Oh, she is mad alright... But he won’t go down so easily.

  Ignoring the pain, Sincir activates his Mana Shield, electrifying it as Eleanor attempts to hit him again; She screams, sounding more furious and frustrated than hurt, and Sincir immediately rolls away, sending an electrified ball of water her way as he does so, which she makes the mistake of hitting with her sword...

  Once he rises, realizing his mana pool is nearly emptied, but Eleanor showcases no signs of slowing down, Sincir deactivates his buff, dodging her next sword blow by predicting where it’ll strike, then kicking her knee and causing her to buckle over as he steps away.

  She dashes after him, and he reactivates his buff for long enough to side-step her blow, then strikes his sword against the back of her knee, kicking her back and sending her tumbling forward as he immediately deactivates it again.

  Laughing, Sincir rotates his sword, pcing it over his shoulder. “I’ll give it to you, it was good effort, love...! I’ll tell you what, if you stop now and beg me for forgiveness, I’ll go easy on your punishment!”

  Rising on visibly unstable legs, Eleanor gres and charges at him.

  Sincir clicks his tongue... He doesn’t even have to move, as she slips on the ice he created beneath her feet long before reaching him, falling and rolling past his position.

  “See, this is what happens when you let your emotions have the best of you... Paying attention to your surroundings at all times is the basic while fighting a mage.”

  Seeing as Eleanor is once more trying to rise, even as her body trembles in its entirety, Sincir raises an eyebrow at her.

  “You cannot hope to defeat me without your magic, and your mana is about to run out any second now... Last chance. I won’t even ask for you to take the rest of your clothes off... Getting on your knees will be enough.”

  Clenching her teeth, Eleanor brings her sword up, painfully slowly, then swings it at him, missing on her own; At the same type, her buff snaps from existence, signaling the exhaustion of her mana, and she falls.

  Staring at her trembling, panting form on the ground in front of him, for a moment, Sincir considers that she might be faking it, but then discards the thought. It’d have been one hell of a performance, and the way her magic simply disappeared is different than what it’d have felt if she had released the buff on her own.

  “Don’t... Fucking... Call me...”

  Sincir rolls his eyes, walking toward where her steel sword feel, when he kicked it from her hand earlier, and grabbing it before walking back to her.

  “Save your breath, love. Well, where were we...? Ah, yes, before that, I believe three seconds have passed.”

  Smiling, Sincir hooks the sword against her shorts, cutting through them and revealing the bck thong underneath.

  Eleanor curses at him through her heavy breathing, promising she’ll cut a certain body part of his for this...

  Sincir ignores her, then shakes his head disappointingly. “Andddd... That’s another three seconds. Do you have a preference between the bandages and the thong, or shall I choose myself?”

  Seemingly too tired for more threats, Eleanor simply gres at him.

  “...Bandages it is, then. You don’t mind if I cut these up as well, do you?”

  She fights against him, but her movements are pathetically sluggish, and Sincir mostly just ignores them... Once having cut through her bandages, he rises again and kicks her shoulder, forcing her to roll over.

  Blue eyes wide, still panting heavily, skin covered in sweat, bruised, and dirty, Eleanor stares up at him while clenching her teeth and covering her now naked breasts with her arms. He doesn’t know for how long she trained for, but as he expected, her hands and feet are covered with blisters once more... He’d heal her, but he doesn’t have the mana for it anymore.

  “...You promised me you’d behave, and that you’d listen to me. We had a deal, Eleanor.”

  She says nothing, causing Sincir to sigh.

  “...Look, I understand your pain, however, drowning yourself in it won’t make anything better.”

  She turns her face away from him.

  “I get it... It is also my fault for not being here, and for what happened yesterday, but you can’t only rely on me for comfort. You could’ve look for Ena, or Esme, and you know you could’ve found whatever you needed from them... But you were looking to punish me as well, weren’t you? Hurting yourself so that I’d feel guilty for having gone on a date?”

  “...Whatever you’re about to do, just get it over with,” she murmurs.

  Sincir smiles coldly. “Even now, no reflection whatsoever, huh? Very well, we’ll do things your way.”

  Sticking her sword into the ground, Sincir crouches, grabbing her hair and forcing her up as he rises again, then twisting her head to force into a crawling position in spite of her screamed curses.

  “I bet you went to your room and tried to sleep by yourself again, but just like yesterday, you weren’t able to, because you were upset and horny,” Sincir says as he begins to head toward the house while forcing her to crawl after him, “Then you bmed me for it, even thought you did it all to yourself, came back down, and started stupidly striking the air, determined to do it until you fell down from exhaustion... You put those clothes on in spite of the dozens of times I told you not to wear them, knowing I’d arrive and see you-”

  Sincir freezes; Having entered the kitchen, he spots Ena, staring at the two of them with wide eyes, and Rez, peeking from the the living room’s entrance with a curious look on her face.

  Looking down, Sincir takes in the scene of Eleanor, her expression pained and furious, her breast exposed, and her cheeks heated as she is forced to crawl after him... Fuck, her screams must’ve woke them up.

  Shifting his gaze back to Ena, Sincir clears his throat and smiles awkwardly. “...Sorry. We’re... uh, pying. You girls can go back to sleep.”

  Mouth slightly opened, Ena points a finger toward Eleanor. “...Pying?”

  “...Eleanor, tell her you’re okay with this,” Sincir murmurs through clenched teeth.

  Eleanor grimaces. “Go to He-”

  ‘I’ll give you what you want, idiot, so tell them you’re okay with this, unless you want to spend the rest of your miserable existence without ever seeing my cock again!’

  She presses her lips together, murmuring in spite of her death gre, “...Go to sleep, Ena. He is not actually hurting me.”

  Ena’s jaw falls further, then snaps closed a moment ter, “Wait, did he force you to say that...?”

  Sincir groans.

  ‘I’ll leave you here like this, I swear!’

  Eleanor seems to have eaten something rotten, but she does continue, “...No, he didn’t. We’re pying rough, because I pushed his bottoms... Like I said, he isn’t actually hurting me. I promise we’ll talk tomorrow, but just leave it for now, and go back to sleep.”

  Ena stares at them for a long moment, her expression incredulous... Then she hesitantly nods. “I... I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep for a while, so I’ll just stay here and look for something to eat, if it’s all the same to you...?”

  Sincir nods. “Don’t stay up too te.”

  “...But it’s already te?”

  Ignoring her reply, he continues on his way, smiling awkwardly toward Rez as Eleanor goes back to cursing him with each crawled step he forces her to take.

  Climbing the stairs is somewhat of a hazard, with Eleanor bumping against nearly every step, but Sincir pushes through... Right at the moment, he only hopes her knees are hurting like hell.

  At least No also didn’t come out to see them... Small mercies, he supposes.

  Arriving in front of his room’s door, he doesn’t bother knocking, opening it with his free hand and causing Esme to jump with surprise... Collin doesn’t seem surprised by their arrival, however, having most likely heard everything which happened downstairs's as well as their climb.

  Considering Esme is straddling his p, and most of their clothes are in discarded piles around the bed, it seems they’ve kept themselves busy while he was dealing with Eleanor... But Sincir ignores them for now, dragging Eleanor in, then smming the door closed after the two of them.

  “What-?” Esme starts, only to stop once Collin shakes his head, signaling for her to stay silent.

  Creator bless his Soul, if he still has it; Sincir could kiss the vampire for that.

  Thankfully, the ropes Esme used to tie him this afternoon are still around, and he leaves Eleanor on the floor near the door as he walks to grab them, picking some of Esme’s clothes on his way back.

  “What are you...?” Eleanor asks breathlessly, gring at him.

  Sincir simply ignores her. Considering she is likely to struggle, and that she might stay like this for a while, he pces Esme’s clothes between the ropes and her skin as he ties her wrists to the door handle, and then her knees to her wrists, forcing her legs to remain open.

  Lastly, he tears one of Esme’s shirts-

  “Hey! I liked that shirt!”

  -and shoves a piece of it inside Eleanor’s mouth, tying the rest of the shirt around her mouth, then casting an ice spell to cover it and keep it in pce, while allowing her nose and eyes to remain unobstructed.

  With the two mind spells he cast earlier, it is enough to make his vision spin slightly as he rises, but Sincir ignores his dangerously low mana in order to inspect Eleanor’s struggling figure, then nods to himself a moment ter, having confirmed she won’t be able to escape in her weakened state.

  Heading toward the bed next, Sincir sits by Esme and Collin, closing his eyes and burying his face in his hands, as he forces himself to swallow his anger and take a few deep breaths.

  “...Don’t. Don’t ask.”

  He hears Esme chuckling. “How did you know I was about to...? Fine, I won’t ask what El did to make you this mad, but-”

  “...Collin, use your tongue to shut her up.”

  “Ah! Wait-”

  It takes a couple of minutes, but Sincirh does manage to regain his cool and convince himself not to go through with the many, many ways he wishes to punish Eleanor right now... Instead, after one st deep breath, he opens his eyes again and takes a look toward the two idiots making out next to him, all but grinding against each other at this point.

  Seeing he staring at them, Esme smiles exasperatedly at him. “May I talk now... Or are you going to ask him to shove his cock inside my mouth next...?” she murmurs in between moans as Collin leaves a trail of kisses down her neck, then takes her nipple into his mouth, eyes gleaming increasingly red by the second...

  After another moment of trying to hold onto his anger, Sincir shakes his head and sighs, ughing softly. “...Fine, you hopeless idiot, what’s so damn important that it can’t wait until you’re done grinding against each other?”

  “M-my g-gift! I’m really c-curious!”

  Sincir blinks. Then, he looks at the mostly naked vampire, now kissing her navel as he rises Esme by her hips and begins to approach her stained panties.

  “...Esme, this time, I don’t even know what to say.”

  While biting her lower lip and visibly holding in a moan, she throws him a confused look. “W-what? W-why?!”

  “...Even I got it after some time,” Collin grumbles, “More precisely, Miss Esme’s expression of confusion made me realize what you meant... Go fuck yourself, Sincir.”

  Sincir chuckles. “You’re welcomed.”

  In spite of her obvious, growing excitement, Esme frowns... Then her eyes widen. “Oh, you’re the gift, Collin!

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Took you long enough.”

  Esme grimaces. “Hey, if you realized it, you should’ve told me! Now I look like an idiot!”

  Tearing Esme’s panties with his teeth, Collin growls. “More of an idiot than usual, you mean?”

  She seems about to retort, but then his tongue enters her sex ,and Esme bites her lip again, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her hips begin to tremble against the vampires steel grip, her toes curling as she locks her legs around his head...

  Sincir snorts. “I guess I don’t need to ask if you liked your gift or not.”

  Turning toward Eleanor, he finds her staring at the three of them with wide eyes, naked chest rising rapidly as she fights against her restraints, attempting to close her legs to no avail.

  Her nipples are hard, and an obvious wet spot is visibly against her bck thong, denouncing her excitement, if it wasn’t obvious enough already.

  Meeting her gaze, Sincir nods his head toward Collin and Esme next him, now sixty-nining each other. “If you were able to rex for two damn seconds, neither of us would’ve had to suffer tonight, and Ena wouldn’t have seen us... You already know why this happened, so I’ll spare you another lecture. Meanwhile, sit there and think about what you did; I’ll consider whether or not to let you sleep on the bed ter.”

  She gres at him, but Sincir ignores it, rising as he begins to undress himself. He’d cast a cleaning spell, if not for his depleted mana, and briefly considers going down for a bath, but remembering that he’ll probably have to walk by Ena, and untie Eleanor to do so, he gives up on the idea... Going by the way Esme is staring at him as she sucks Collin’s cock, he doubts she cares about him being a bit sweaty, anyway.

  What a greedy girl, she is.

  “Should I do that thing you like so much?” Sincir asks, smiling at her as he does.

  Esme only has time to widen her eyes slightly before he grabs her hair and pushes her head down, forcing her to deep-throat Collin’s member.

  As Esme arches her back and moans around his cock, the vampire tenses underneath her; Sincir has only bobbed her head twice when the both of them of them cross the edge, curling their toes nearly at the same time...

  Slowly pulling her up once Collin has stopped shuddering, Sincir meets Esme’s gzed eyes and smiles.

  She licks her lips, smiling back coyly. “Welcome back,” she murmurs hoarsely, “How was your date?”

  “...It was fine. I might’ve ruined my chances in the end, but I regret nothing.”

  “Kiss...? Or is that disgusting?”

  Sincir kisses her, tongue and all, hard enough to have her moaning into his mouth... Once he pulls away, a sidelong gnce reveals Collin staring the two of them with wide eyes, and Sincir smiles at him.

  “There is nothing you two could do together that would make me too disgusted to kiss my girl... That being said, if you are going to do something disgusting and fun together, make sure to invite me, or at least let me know how it went; With the two of you trying to make it work, it’d be a legendary story.”

  Collin makes a face, while Esme smiles. “I love it when you call me your girl.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Unlike the moron tied-up over there, you’ve been a good girl... Better than I deserve, even. Now up, the both of you, so I can join in; I’m tired and horny enough to kiss my girlfriend after she gave a blowjob to another guy.”

  Biting her lip as she smiles again, Esme rises, allowing Collin to do the same.

  “How are we...?”

  “I want your mouth around my cock, and I’ve pyed enough games tonight to care about little else,” Sincir confesses, causing Esme to snort.

  “Come here, you grumpy de- boyfriend.”

  Her slip-up causes Sincir to grimace at her, but he doesn’t resist her advances as she presses his shoulders down, having him lie on the bed while straddling him and meeting his lips with hers.

  Caressing his body with her hands and breasts, Esme grinds her drenched pussy against his member as she continuous to kiss him, nearly causing Sincir to blow it right there and then...

  Mercifully, she pulls away after a moment, using a finger to beckon Collin as she smiles at him.

  He hesitates for a moment, but does approach in the end, accepting her invite for a kiss...

  Once Esme pulls away from him, she stares at the of them and chuckles. “Indirect kiss... You’re both gay now.”

  Sincir snorts. “I’m not sure that’s quite how it works, love...”

  Collin sighs. “I just don’t care anymore... I’ll do what you tell me to, Miss Esme.”

  Caressing his cheek, she smiles at him. “What a good boy you are... Don’t worry, I like you too, dummy. I’ve known Sincir for much longer, and I fell in love with him before meeting you, but we could get to know each other better... Gods know Sincir is getting to know one or two different girls every other night, and I’ll need something to do while he is not around. Is that mean? To have you be my spare boyfriend?”

  Collin’s eyes gleam slightly red, but he shakes his head. “It is... But I appreciate your honesty. And now that I’ve gotten to know you a little... I’d rather be your spare boyfriend, then nothing to you at all, Miss Esme...”

  Sincir groans. “Truly heartwarming, but can you two idiots save the talk for after I don’t feel like my balls are about to burst...?”

  Esme smiles apologetically. “Sorry! Let’s go on a date one of these days, Collin... I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, either.”

  Having said as much, she leans down and pces a kiss against Sincir’s chest, sustaining his gaze as she licks his skin and begins to descend its length, leaving a trail of soft kisses and small licks in her wake.

  Seeing Collin simply staring at them, Sincir points him toward her back side. “Second door... She still hasn’t had her first time.”

  “And whose fault is that?” Esme stops kissing him for long enough to murmur, “Mr. I’m Allergic To Commitment?”

  Grabbing her hair and grinding himself against her cheek, Sincir groans. “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t slip a ring on my finger the moment it happens.”

  “So it was because you didn’t want to-!”

  Pinching her nose, Sincir shoves his cock into her mouth, forcing it all the way down her throat.

  “...More sucking, less talking.”

  She gres at him, though she obediently clenches her throat around his member, maintaining it in there for a good while before beginning to bob her head up and down.

  As punishment for being an idiot, Sincir pinches her nose the whole time, watching with satisfaction as she struggles to breath around his member, never allowing her to pull all the way out...

  Meanwhile, Collin has moved behind her, and Sincir catches him staring at her sex and ass in fascination for a moment, before pressing his still wet member against her asshole’s entrance and beginning to rub against it...

  Having Esme moaning around his member proves to be more than Sincir can handle at the moment, and he releases a soft moan as he cums down her throat...

  ...Fuck, this is what he needed.