I was astonished to find that not even I could believe them.
I mean, it was sure proof that I was beginning to wish for the pleasure.
—No... that couldn't be... It wasn't...!
But this pleasure was just too strong.
It seemed to be trampling and smashing my dignity as a human; someone who had received no training would probably have yielded to it.
But I was a "Hero" who had sworn to defend the world from succubi until her last breath, and I had trained my whole life for just that purpose.
My body would never... would never seek pleasure like this...!!
"So...? It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Of... of course... not..! It feels disgusting... so bad I feel sick to my stomach...!"
—Even so, my pride remained unbroken.
Why not admit that I was indeed getting pleasure right now?
My face probably was becoming slovenly, too, just as the succubus said.
Surely it was also true that I was coming to feel pleasure due to an instinctual response.
But I was still a "Hero."
There was no way that, the people's hope, would yield so easily.
So, however worn-out I became... even if it seemed that my dignity as a human would be broken...
I had to go on being a "Hero."
"Hee hee... I love the stubborn ones. "
"Is that... Ooo... ...so? I... hate... Eee... y... you... though."
"Oh dear... that is a problem."
The succubus looked as if she were genuinely troubled by my bluff.
I sensed something unpleasant in the way she softly laid a hand on my cheek while seeming to consider.
I hallucinated a wild beast waiting before me with its jaws open, and my body tried reflexively to flee.
My bound body, however, was incapable of any resistance worthy of the name.
On the contrary, my body rubbed against the tentacles as it stirred in its attempt to flee, and ended up making my spine leap with a start.
"In that case... why don't I give you a present as a symbol of our new acquaintance? "
"A... pre... sent...?"
"Yes. A ve–ery lovely... wonderful present... alright...? "
—So saying, the succubus softly touched the index finger of her right hand to my breast.
Even just the sensation of her nail eating into my soft flesh was enough to make my skin, stained so many times by the liquid, thrill with pleasure.
The moment I felt myself about to cry out in spite of myself, I had a hallucination that some hot substance was being poured into that spot.
My body writhed at that feeling, which was just as if muddy, boiling hot water were being poured into it.
"Does it hurt...? Just try to endure it a little longer... "
"Oo... aah... nnh! "
The succubus spoke a little regretfully, but I did not feel the same.
I mean, despite the high degree of the heat pouring from her fingertip, it didn't hurt at all.
On the contrary, that heat traveling along my nerves and spreading throughout my body carried with it a sense of security and comfort like that I felt when I abandoned my body to the water of a warm bath.
—But... of course, that wasn't all...!
My body was growing steadily more sensitive, almost as if the liquid were being poured directly into my body through the monster's finger.
Because even now the tentacles were crawling over the surface of my body in that state, the feeling was intolerable.
The movements of the tentacles on my inner thighs were particularly fierce, and their vigorous rubbing felt almost as if they were raping my skin.
That feeling, which combined visceral revulsion with pleasure, was also growing steadily larger within me once more...—
"Hyuuuuu! "
In spite of myself, I let out practically a shriek in response to the succubus finger, which had suddenly begun to glide across the surface of my breast.
That movement was slow and deliberate, almost as if she were trying to bury something deep inside me.
But still, my soft flesh was certainly being made sensitive to that pressure by the heat being poured into it.
Just that slow, steady movement was enough to draw countless sweet cries from my mouth.
"Fuuahh... Aah... "
"Well then, next... how about here...? "
"Kyuuuuu... "
It was my right cheek to which the succubus next turned her finger.
There too she moved her finger with deliberate care while pouring heat into me as before.
My body leapt more than a few times in response to that syrupy, melting feeling on a portion of my skin nearer my brain.
Even as I felt "pleasure" swell up many fold within me and shake my dignity as a "hero," I continued to desperately endure.
"Hee hee... Will this do, do you think? "
When, so saying, the succubus withdrew her finger, an unfamiliar pattern adorned the surface of my breast.
Just what that bluish-purple mark signified, I didn't know; all I was sure of was that the seal would never vanish.
After all, that design, through which a sharp, throbbing ache ran, had been carved by the hand of this monster and no one else.
There was no way a monster who multiplied her race by obscene methods would give a "present" that would simply wash off.
—Ah... I've been... defiled...
The indecent sigil was carved up to the edge of my areola.
It meant that I could never show my nakedness to anyone else again... not even to my future husband.
No, it might be more than just my breast.
After all, the succubus' finger had poured the same heat into my right cheek as well.
I couldn't be sure without a mirror, but just the idea of it was enough to make my heart cry out in anguish, and almost crumble.
—Like this... I can't face him anymore...!
My face had been marked with an obscene tattoo.
More than anything else, it would surely be seen by many as proof that I had yielded to the succubus.