Varzath ruled for a thousand years, roughly. And he is the one who created the first Domain ruled by sex demons in Hell... Which means, his kingdom should’ve existed for a thousand years.

  A thousand years, singur.

  Sincir ughs.

  He might as well have sold the quasit his Soul, or better yet, his body, so that he could find a nice pce in Hell for himself...

  Is it too te to ask for the name of that succubus? Because he could use a blowjob at the moment, and he doesn’t really care if it costs him his Soul to get it...

  Well, if its succubi he is after, he knows enough names already, doesn’t he? Though they might all be dead by now, with at least a thousand years having passed since he was still alive as a Demon Lord.

  Sincir ughs again, though his voice carries little humor as it travels through the trees surrounding him.

  He should think positively... At least the Domain is still standing, and they knew it might take a long time for a Soul to reincarnate...

  He managed to survive, and reincarnate with his memories of his time as a demon, but is there even a point to it now? Clearly, they’ve been doing just fine without him.

  After so long has passed, Sunna might not even be their Lady anymore, and Sonog might not be around to help him finalize their pn... Without their help, Sincir doesn’t feel confident in being able to bring his people over, or even in convincing them to listen to him, since there is no guarantee they still remember he has once existed at this point.

  ...For the record, these aren’t tears. He was just... Hugging this tree because he felt bad for it, and then something got caught in his eyes...

  Yeah, that’s what happened, he felt a little bad, nothing else...

  After unsummoning the quasit, and nearly setting the grove on fire, it takes him a while to reach the treeline again, mostly because he couldn’t amass the energy necessary to raise his feet and walk.

  The horse is still waiting for him where Sincir left it, of course, though it looks slightly spooked; Maybe it heard the explosion of the fire spell he cast?

  Since Sincir can’t bring himself to mount the tall creature, he simply unties its rein from the small tree he had tied it at, dragging it after himself as he sets to walking back toward Elderspire.

  At this pace, he’ll arrive by sunup the next day... Still, he can’t bring himself to really care.

  This day, the next, why does it matter? Even another decade would hardly make a difference at, this point...

  “...Hey, aren’t you the kid who was with Big Sister Eleanor?”

  Sincir stop, and, looking up, he realizes that a kid stares at him from the side of the trail, being perched on the fence of a farm with some sort of pnt in between his lips.

  Strangely enough, he recognizes the kid, and the farm... Then again, now that he thinks on it, he killed a second frog monster this week, and it was when he first realized these things weren’t as simple as he had first assumed.

  “...Brandon, was it?”

  The boy nods. “Big Sis Sira wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left... Is it true you’re going to teach her how to read?”

  Sincir blinks... He did promise her that, didn’t he?

  “...Is that why you’re here?”

  Sincir smiles. “You’re a smart kid, huh? Of course that’s why I’m here. Could you help me with the horse while I go look for your Big Sis Sira?”

  What, in the actual fuck, is he doing now?

  “Sure, I guess...? Last I saw her, she was heading home. Do you know which one it is?”

  “Yes... I’ve visited before.”

  Sincir mentally shakes his head with incredulity over his own actions as he hands the boy the reins and heads into the farm, looking for Sira’s house.

  Maybe she’ll make something tasty for him, if he asks nicely...?

  He could use something tasty, and a chest to cry on.

  He could also use a punching bag, and he sort of feels like throwing up, and...

  Better not to think too much about how much of a mess he is at the moment.

  Some of the people around throw Sincir curious gnces as he walks by, and most of them even seem to recognize him from his st visit.

  Thankfully, seeming to be occupied with one chore or another, none of them actually stop him, merely throwing the occasional greeting his way, which he answers with a polity smile and a nod.

  Since he doesn’t have a problem remembering which house is Sira’s, he heads straight for it, finding its door open and an older woman (Sira’s mother, considering the slight resembnce in between the two?) cooking what seems to be some sort of pie, if the smell coming from her kitchen is anything to go by.

  “Excuse me, Ma’am, is Sira around?”

  The woman blinks, seemingly surprised to find him standing in front of her door, before a glow of recognition fshes through her eyes and she smiles.

  “Sincir, was it? Sira-”

  She never has a chance to finish her sentence before something runs by her, tackling him in a brief hug, then grabs his arm and quickly pulls him inside.

  “We’ll be in my room! If you love me at all, don’t tell father!” Sira screams as they rush by her mother, indeed heading toward her room, where she opens the door, pulls him inside, and closes it behind the two of them, turning toward him as she does so.

  “H-”

  Sincir is still midst his greeting as she grabs his face and presses her mouth against his, shoving her tongue inside of it while beginning to pushing him toward her bed.

  “Took you long enough to come back!” Sira murmurs breathlessly through their kiss, pulling away for long enough to remove his shirt, throw it aside, and push him back, causing him to fall over her bed, “I thought you had lied to me about visiting!”

  “I had-”

  And then she is kissing him again, mounting his p and pushing him to lie down as she does so...

  Sincir groans, feeling a bit of fire over her forceful approach at st. What is he, her fuck-toy?

  She could’ve at least allowed him to murmur a couple of excuses for not having visited earlier first, damn it!

  “Ah!” she screams into his mouth as he grabs her ass through her dress, squeezing her plump cheeks, hard.

  “Let me speak, woman!”

  “S-sorry!?”

  Too te for apologies.

  Activating a strength buff, Sincir turns her so she’ll be underneath him instead, pressing his erection against her sex as he resumes their kiss, this time taking the initiative to be the one fucking her mouth with his tongue...

  Sira moans, and then archers her back once he grabs her one of her rge breasts, squeezing it while trying to find her nipple, and then squeezing that too.

  He is rough, but not overly so, as he begins to rub his member back and forth against her, drowning in her smell and taste... He squeezes her breasts, her ass, pulls her nipples, and twists them, moving his hips all the while...

  Sira begins to remove pieces of clothes from the two of them at some point, including her sandals, which he was about to yell at her for dragging against his skin, and soon they’re both naked, with his cock rubbing against her exposed, drenched pussy...

  Groaning, Sincir forces himself to pull away from her for long enough to turn around (another second of her warm entrance tempting him and he’d have taken her first time, consequences be damned), shoving his face against her sex as he does so.

  Sira screams muffledly (did she have the presence of mind to cover her mouth?) once he begins to explore her pussy with his tongue, mercilessly attacking her weak spots the soon he uncovers them...

  She cums for the first time the moment he takes her clitoris into his mouth, shuddering and screaming some more; Of course, he doesn’t stop licking until it is over for her, several moments ter.

  “...Sira,” Sincir murmurs as he pulls his now drenched face out of her pussy in order to gre at her over his shoulder, “When I put my fucking cock in front of your face, did you think it was there as a decoration?”

  Her hand being still over her mouth, Sira blinks... And then her eyes widen. “Oh Gods, I’m so s-sorry!”

  She couldn’t have reached it with her mouth because of the size difference, but she had a free hand, damn it... Shaking his head, Sincir unmounts her. Who hasn’t heard of a sixty-nine before? Unbelievable.

  “It’s fine... You were curious about it st time, right? Here, you can take your time to explore it now, at least.”

  Sitting against the bed’s headboard, Sincir taps his thigh.

  Sira quickly nods, seeming determined on making up for her mistake as she moves toward his member and pces a brief, soft kiss against it, meeting his eyes as she does so...

  “Is there... Is there something in special I should be doing?” she murmurs, her voice uncertain.

  “Watch your teeth, don’t squeeze my balls too hard, and don’t stop sucking until I’m finished... Don’t worry, you’re good; I’m not really mad about what happened.”

  “You looked mad...” Sira points out, but she does begin to lick his member, closing her eyes while dragging her tongue along its length, then taking its head into her mouth...

  Feeling his member being involved in warmth, Sincir releases a soft sigh of relief, leaning back and allowing Sira to do her thing.

  Once his thoughts begin to wander, he pinches his arm, forcing himself to stare at the ceiling with a carefully emptied mind... As a mage, he has a lot of practice in controlling his thoughts, so he is able to do it without trouble, like he has for most of the day already.

  Just, the amount of things he is forcing himself not to think about has increased; No big deal, really...

  “A-am I doing something wrong?!”

  Looking down, Sincir realizes his member has grown soft in Sira’s grip, causing him to grimace.

  “No... No, you haven’t done anything wrong, Sira. It’s just... I’ve had a rough day.”

  Looking at his face, she must have seen something in his eyes, because her expression soon changes to one of sympathy.

  “Oh Gods, and I just jumped you all of a sudden, didn’t I? I-”

  Before she can start apologizing again, Sincir presses finger against her lips, shaking his head as he does so. “It’s not your fault, and I didn’t mind the sex... It helped me take my mind of things for a bit. But enough about me; How have things been on your end? Still no adventure?”

  Seeming to realize he doesn’t want to talk about it, Sira bites her lower lip while turning over and lying her head against his thigh.

  “I’m as bored as ever... But I had a lot of fun practicing what you thought me st time!”

  Seeing her eyes now have bags underneath them, Sincir shakes his head exasperatedly; No wonder she jumped him the moment he showed up in front of her door.

  “I’m sorry... I had pnned to bring you some reading material and something to write on, but I stopped here by chance today...” Sincir gnces toward the five contracts he completed earlier, now scattered across Sira’s floor.

  Had he known what he does now, he would’ve saved his energy, instead of rushing so much... No, don’t go there.

  “That’s okay, we can do it next time,” Sira says, attracting his attention toward the obvious disappointment in her expression and voice.

  Sincir clears his throat. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t do it at all... It’ll just be a little less efficient if you don’t have something to write on.”

  “Really?!”

  Seeing she all but jumping from his p in excitement, Sincir rolls his eyes, though he smiles as he does so.

  “Here; For starters, I’ll show you the letters of our nguage, and tell you what they sound like... Try your best to memorize them, okay?”

  Having said as much, Sincir casts a fire spell, forming the first letter of the human alphabet in between the two of them.

  Sira screams...

  A long teaching session ter, having nearly emptied his mana pool and gone over the alphabet several times with her, Sincir shakes his head at Sira.

  “I’m sorry, but you’re terrible at this.”

  Having been nearly driven to tears at this point, she groans while trashing around her bed in frustration. “I tried my best! How could I not remember more than a few of them?!”

  Sincir chuckles. “It’s your first time... You’ll get there eventually. If not for my limited mana, I wouldn’t mind teaching you some more-”

  “J-just one more time, please! I’ll get them correctly this time!”

  Sincir groans. “Listen, it’s not a choice... You know what? I’m starving, so while you go grab something for us, I’ll try my best to recover my mana, and we can do it one more time, but that will be it, okay?”

  Her eyes widening, Sira quickly nods, immediately jumping from her bed...

  Seeing her rushing to put her clothes back on, Sincir rolls his eyes. She does understand he’ll need some time to recover his mana, right? There will be no point to it if she comes back immediately with their food.

  Still, Sira has an amazing body, and he spent the past hour or so staring at her moving it about as though it was no big deal... He should come up with something fun for their next teaching session.

  Also, what was that about her father? Is that a problem he should be worrying about?

  Obviously, he isn’t afraid of some random farmer, but he isn’t exactly looking for trouble, either. Sira is an adult, and she should be allowed to make her own decisions... He didn’t even sneak in or anything.

  Well, he can always solve the problem once and if it becomes his...

  As expected, Sira doesn’t take long to return with several slices of recently baked pie on a wooden tray which she excitedly pces over the bed in between the two of them.

  “I know you need some rest, so we’ll eat slowly,” she says as she sits down, crosses her legs, and smiles at him, “I’ll gather your things ter... Sorry for having scattered them all over my floor.”

  “It’s fine... I can always say they were trampled during the fights, rather than by a very horny animal handler.”

  Sira blushes, but she doesn’t deny it. “How is the pie...?”

  “...It’s good.”

  He can’t really taste it right now over the bitterness in his mouth, unfortunately, but it looks nice enough...

  Sira throws him an exasperated look. “I might be just an animal handler, but even I can tell you’re upset about something... Really upset.”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Is that so?”

  She nods. “It’s written all over your face... It couldn’t have been that your pet cow died, could it?”

  Reminded of their previous meeting, Sincir snorts. “Something of the sort...”

  He found out his existence no longer has any meaning... Not all that different from having his pet cow die to some creepy frog monster, really.

  “I... Had a fight with one of my girlfriends, and I crossed the line with something I did.”

  While taking a bite from her pie slice, Sira raises an eyebrow. “One of them...? Right, I forgot you were a self procimed bad boy. Was that Eleanor?”

  Sincir grimaces, the sound of her name causing him to cringe slightly.

  “...I guess that answers my question,” Sira murmurs.

  Sincir sighs. “Well, you are a girl... Had your boyfriend done something that scared you a lot, what would you do?”

  Sira frowns. “Like...?”

  He grimaces. Expining his retionship with Eleanor is... complicated, to put it lightly. After a whole week of back and forth, he thought he finally understood her... And now he is completely lost again.

  Is she afraid of him?

  In love?

  Crazy?

  Trying to self-destruct?

  Looking for a stronger commitment from him in regards to their retionship?

  “...I see it’s not that simple,” Sira murmurs, “Did you hurt her? By the way I saw she fight that frog, I know she is no pushover, but...”

  Sincir averts his gaze, tightening his jaw. “She provoked me, and I took things too far; That’s the best I can expin it. We’re usually a little rough to each other... So I thought she was going to be fine. Well, I was trying to scare her, but not... Not as much as I did.”

  “...Are you two living together? Did she kick you out?” Sira asks.

  “We’re living together, yes, but she didn’t kick me out... My other girlfriend might have, if I had given her the chance to, instead of leaving on my own.”

  “You were scared,” Sira concludes, leaning forward and grabbing his hand as she does so, which has so he meets her gaze again, “Too scared to give them a chance to scream at you?”

  No, them screaming at him isn’t what he was scared of... Seeing them cry and knowing he was the cause of it? He’d rather rush the nearest nest on his own.

  “...They’re very important to me,” Sincir murmurs at st.

  Squeezing his hand lightly, Sira smiles at him before releasing it and leaning back again. “I can tell... I’m jealous.”

  Sincir sighs. “I acted like a coward, and I hate it. You’re right in that I should’ve stayed and allowed them to scream at me... I deserved it.”

  Sira bites her lip. “I just meant that you might be blowing things out of proportion, if you left before they could say anything...”

  The look on Eleanor’s face as she looked at him... It has been a while since Sincir desired to utterly erase one of his memories; Ever since becoming Sincir, it is the first time, in fact, even counting the memory of Father Anders’s bloodied body, and Leon’s stupid dead dog.

  “...What are you going to do now?”

  “I don’t know,” he admits, “I was thinking of sleeping at a friend’s house for a couple of days... But I’ll have to meet them eventually, I know that much. I mean, we work at the same pce, and all of my things are still...”

  They’re also still his students, Esme is living at the house, and there’s the whole thing with No, who didn’t do anything to deserve complications regarding her father’s rescuing mission at this point in the game... He’ll have to come back, and soon. He just needs to get his head straight first...

  He was pnning on doing some productive work to have that happen, but it backfired horribly because of what that stupid quasit told him... Well, he’d have found out about it sooner or ter, but the timing could’ve not been any worst.

  ...What now?

  He doesn’t know.

  “...Sincir?”

  Looking up, Sincir realizes Sira is staring at him with a sympathetic look on her face, causing him to clear his throat. “Sorry... You don’t need to worry, I’ll figure things out eventually. Thanks for listening.”

  She smiles at him. “That’s okay... I’m gd you trusted me enough to tell me. How many girlfriends are we talking about, exactly, Mr. Bad Boy?”

  Sincir chuckles humorlessly. “Three... And they’re free to have other boyfriends themselves, so don’t look at me like that. To be honest, I might’ve bit more than I can chew with them, but they’re all so damn stubborn... Believe it or not, I had little say in how our retionships developed thus far.”

  Licking her fingers as she finishes her pie, Sira nods wisely. “No, I can see it... You seem the type who’d refuse any sort of commitment until you’re backed against the wall, so they probably had to force your hand to make it happen.”

  Sincir shakes his head; How do they all figure him out so fast, anyway?

  “...In any case, I need to leave before nightfall. Are you up for our st teaching session?”

  Perking up, Sira immediately nods excitedly, grabbing the tray she brought and pcing it on the floor before staring at him in expectation.

  Sincir smiles at her. “I thought we might do something slightly different, this time... Something to help you focus. Do you know what a punishment game is?”

  Sira cocks her head. “Of course... You mean you’ll punish me if I get the answer wrong, right? Seems fun, and a little scary... Do you think it’ll help me remember the letters?”

  “It should.”

  Seeming to realize what he wants by the look he throws her, Sira blushes, then begins to undress herself once more...

  Seeing her rge breasts coming to freedom with nice a bounce as she pulls her dress over her head, Sincir is again reminded of how awesome of a body Sira has, if in a very different way than Eleanor or Ena, being soft and plump where the girls carry muscles, but still very far from what he’d call fat...

  “Ready?” he asks once she is naked again.

  Sira nods, determined-looking.

  It occurs to him now that he could’ve used the contracts to show her the letters instead of a fancy fire spell... Well, it’s more fun this way, and she is more likely to remember them.

  “...This one?” Sincir asks as he chooses a letter at random and creates it in the air in front of the two of them.

  Sira frowns, then smiles, pronouncing the correct sound for the letter.

  Dismissing the spell, Varzath smiles and leans forward, kissing her.

  “...Your reward for getting it correctly,” he expins once their lips are apart and she stares at him in half excitement, half confusion.

  “...It was a nice reward,” Sire murmurs, licking her lips as she does so.

  Sincir chuckles. “Keep getting them right, and the rewards will become even better... Same for getting too many wrong, though, so be careful.”

  As he shows her the second letter, Sira swallows.

  “That’s... Ah, I hate that one! I can never remember it!”

  Dismissing the spell, Sincir shakes his head. “Sorry... Come here.”

  Looking slightly fearful, but strangely excited, Sira approaches him, allowing Sincir to grab a hold of her breasts, causing her to bit her lip, and then to slowly squeeze them until he has both of her nipples in between his fingers.

  “This will hurt a little, okay?”

  Sira clenches her teeth as he slowly twists her nipples, pulling them as far as he can, and maintaining them in that position as he summons the same letter again.

  Seeing that she still has to think of the answer, Sira’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head, her expression pained.

  “C’mon, I know you can do it... I told you this one several times already,” he whispers at her while rubbing her nipples in between his fingers...

  Finally, Sira speaks the answer, though her pronunciation is slightly off, and Sincir slowly uncorks her nipples, massaging them as he does so.

  Returning to her early position, now with her nipples looking red and irritated, Sira groans softly. “I don’t think I’ll forget it so soon, now...”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Yeah, that was the point. Ready for the next one?”