I was not so arrogant as to think that I could fill in the wounds in his heart with pleasure, but he was after all a boy, so must have some interest in sexual matters.
If I were to service him in plenty with the licentious body of a monster, he might even become my captive.
—No... I have to make him my captive.
Life had left him large scars.
I couldn't leave the task of covering them to a fickle human woman.
I... only I, who had become a monster body and soul... only I, who could captivate him and devote myself to loving him all life long... could do that.
"Fuaa... ah... "
—The instant my thoughts reached that point, my field of vision too was dyed pitch black, and...
Unable to hear anything, unable to see anything, not even smelling anything... a space one might even call nothingness.
Surely there would be nothing strange if it drove me half mad.
And yet, I didn't panic.
Even now that I had almost lost my five senses, I knew the pleasure whirling inside me... and the warmth of her body, embracing me tightly and becoming a guidepost for me.
I was sure that I would be alright if I left everything to her.
It was the moment that this baseless confidence filled my breast that I was visited by a sensation as if something were pushing its way out of my back.
"Aah... Coming... Something's going to come... "
The strange sensation of something growing from inside me.
At that, a cry of protest escaped my black-dyed mouth.
I knew from the trembling of my skin that she was saying something to me in response.
I didn't understand the contents of her words, but judging from the hands caressing me as if to comfort a child, she was certainly trying to put me at ease.
The moment I felt a feeling of gratitude to the succubus for that, the succubus magic began to vanish like a mist clearing from my field of vision.
"Hee hee... Congratulations... No... perhaps 'good morning' would be more appropriate... "
—Before my eyes she smiled softly, and...
That expression, delighting at the birth of the new "me," was filled with warmth.
That motherly expression made me feel ashamed of myself for having resisted this lady.
I mean, she was being so tender and loving to me.
Surely it was inevitable that I, who, without understanding even that, had been baring my animosity at her just because she was a monster, would seem stunted in comparison.
—I wanted to convey my gratitude, but...
At that, I finally realized that I didn't even know her name.
Not knowing what in the world I ought to call her, my mouth opened and closed repeatedly.
After hesitating like that for several seconds, I made the word charged with the most respect I could muster climb into my mouth.
"Mo... ther..."
"My goodness... I'm delighted to hear you call me that. "
So saying, she softly stroked my head.
Surely I would not have been able to frankly accept that caress, like one might direct at a child of five, when I had been a "Hero."
As I was now, however, I could more than sufficiently comprehend the kindness put into that gesture and sense the bigness of the lady's love.
I narrowed my eyes and accepted the kind caress, for which it would be impossible to feel any dislike.
"But... all the same, 'mother' is a bit... you know? Please call me Druella. "
"Lady... Druella..."
I had a feeling that I had heard that name somewhere before.
Surely it belonged to a person against whom a special worldwide alert had been issued. But even if it were so, what did it matter? Even if Lady Druella was a being against whom the whole world was on guard, it made no difference to my gratitude.
After all, it had been she, and no one else, who broken my "Hero" shell and set the "Real Me" free.
"More importantly... look; you've become very pretty... "
—Lady Druella snapped her fingers and full-length mirror slithered up from the ground between us.
The woman in the mirror had curved, jet black horns on her head, and reddish-purple wings sticking out from her back.
Below them a tail was swaying in obedience to her will.
The coat-like garment she wore concealed almost nothing but her private parts and exposed nearly all her skin.
There was only a mesh of threads coming and going from her chest to my belly, and everything from her bellybutton to her narrow waist was exposed to view.
Leather belts were wrapped around her belly as if to cover it, but the buckle that held them, like the symbol of the Order hollowed out, failed utterly to fulfill the role of obstructing the gaze.
On the contrary, by subtly concealing her skin, they made her appearance all the more suggestive.
—And the woman thus attired was herself even more licentious...
Her large teats, engraved with a bluish-purple seal, were full and supple, and swayed slightly with every movement of her body.
The excellent complexion of her skin appeared almost to be shining even under the dim light.
There was something bewitching about that glow, and coupled with her fascinatingly beautiful aspect it seemed almost to be inviting the hands of men.
And, lower down, it could be told at a glance that her waist was unbelievably fine, while her thighs were voluptuous.
I swallowed hard in spite of myself at the lascivious figure, which seemed to be showing off its animal femininity.
—Her face, too, was unbelievably obscene in its appearance...
A great many beads of sweat stood out on her flushed skin.
Even that sweat, which further increased the bewitching atmosphere of her glossy skin, seemed to be shining with a lascivious, inhuman radiance.
That sweat left several long tracks down a cheek on which a light purple design was drawn, and past a sluttishly half-opened mouth.