“...Is this it?”

  The pce No led him to end up being the city’s cemetery, which is somewhat surprising, but perhaps not overly so, considering her past.

  Most likely in virtue of the time, and the whether, the pce is nearly empty. Beyond the rge gates which they currently stand before, other than a few hooded, cloaked figures here and there, undoubtedly grieving for their loved ones, Sincir only spots gravestones.

  “Yes. I’m sorry for bringing Mr. Sincir to such a grim location...”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he reassures her, “Have you come to visit your family’s grave?”

  “...Something of the sort, yes.”

  No seems to be building up the courage to enter, so he doesn’t rush her, waiting patiently behind her while absently inspecting the few passersby to not care for the cemetery being here; Humans tend to avoid such pces, since it reminds them of their own mortality, but the same cannot be said of cultists and demons, so he is still keeping an eye out for the possibility of No being spotted and recognized.

  “...I’m sorry. I know Mr. Sincir said we have things to buy on our way back, and that we must return before nightfall... Still, here I am, wasting time.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “You’re fine, No. I assume your family owns a crypt inside?”

  “We do... But is is used for branch members, and some of our most accomplished knights; One of our properties in the countryside holds the family’s main crypt.”

  “...You didn’t come here to see your family; You think Daniel might be in there today,” Sincir deduces, to which No nods, still staring ahead into the cemetery as she does so.

  “He likes to visit his father during days like these, at te afternoon, so he’ll have the pce just for the two of them... Our crypt is walled, and I know of a mostly hidden back entrance to it, so I should be able to meet him without alerting anyone who might’ve gone to the trouble of following him here.”

  “It seems like you thought of everything... Why the hesitation?”

  “I... Now that I’m here, I realize I don’t have the right to ruin his time with his father...”

  Sincir groans, sighing exasperatedly. “I take back what I said; Stop wasting time and go in already! If we stay here any longer, somebody might start to grow suspicious of our intentions, and that somebody might be one of the cultists who are after you.”

  No sighs, then nods, heading into the cemetery at st.

  Now that he knows Daniel is inside as well, Sincir is more careful in searching for someone out of pce, but none of the lone figures around the rge open space seem to fit, seemingly having graves they’ve come to visit... Of course, one of them could be pretending, but it’d be hard for a tail to follow Daniel to such a pce while remaining inconspicuous, and besides, it has been almost a week since No disappeared now, so it wouldn’t be strange if the people after her started to believe she might actually have killed herself, or at least skipped towns...

  They should be fine, hopefully.

  Once they enter, No seems to know where she is headed, though her steps are controlled, rather than rushed, as to not seem out of pce... Sincir has to give her credit; She thought well ahead in order to come here.

  It takes a dozen or so minutes of walking for them to reach a secluded corner of the giant cemetery, where No gestures toward a covered in vines metal gate nearly, which Sincir would most likely not have noticed if not for her pointing it out directly to him.

  “It’s left like this on purpose, for secret meetings and escapades,” she whispers to him while reaching under a nearby statue and pulling out a key from a hole at the bottom of it.

  “Cool... But weren’t you afraid of reaching into some sort of insect nest there?”

  No freezes.

  “...Sorry.”

  No shakes her head, shuddering as though trying to rid herself of the mental image he gave her. “No, it’s a fair concern,” she murmurs, “From now on, I’ll make sure to use a stick...”

  The key fits the gate without trouble, though No hesitates once more before going in.

  “I’ll wait here so you can have some privacy,” Sincir tells her, “And if something happens, scream for help... Though it might be best if you don’t shout my name in specific.”

  No nods. “It’s possible he won’t even be here, or that we missed each other...”

  Sincir shrugs. “You won’t find out unless you go in, and the sooner you do it, the lower the chance you’ll miss each other... You remember our bet, right?”

  No stares at him exasperatedly. “Yes, of course I do; I’m telling you, it won’t happen.”

  Sincir chuckles. “If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong... But don’t forget your part of the deal; You have to accept his request for you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Anything else?”

  “If you haven’t come back in half an hour, I’ll go look for you... So, make sure you’ve redressed by that point, unless you want to give me a show.”

  No all but hisses at him. “I won’t take that long, and I see no reason why I’d undress to begin with!”

  With that, she is gone from his view, quickly disappearing beyond the gate and having left it slightly open after walking through, most likely for his benefit.

  Leaning against the wall and crossing his arms as he absently inspects his surroundings, Sincir yawns.

  Although he took a nap with the girls, these past couple of days were exhausting, to put it lightly, and so he still hasn’t recovered completely.

  Thankfully, this is a secluded corner of the cemetery, so he doesn’t need to worry about being spotted... He wonders if Daniel will man up and confess, or if he’ll have to apologize to No for getting her hopes up.

  He could tell at a first gnce the knight had it for her when they first met, without him wearing a helmet, that time at the tavern... Those weren’t the reactions of someone who considers themselves a mere knight to No, but those of a man in love who thought their woman might’ve been killed.

  Having noticed the man’s desperation is a part of the reason Sincir hasn’t touched No yet... But if she comes out of there unscathed today, then he can’t promise to continue being nice... Not when she is just so damn fuckble, and he is who he is.

  ...His promise about not going after new women for a while?

  He doesn’t think he’ll be able to keep it if No continues to act like his cock could solve all of her problems... Except for returning her missing father, that is.

  Well, he is already working on that one, so it should be fine...

  After a couple of minutes go by, and No still hasn’t returned, Sincir assumes she has found Daniel inside, and prepares himself for a mostly boring half an hour to follow.

  ...He is spinning his dagger absently, two dozen or so minutes ter, when he hears footsteps approaching again, and straightens himself.

  Once No crosses through the gate, stopping in front of him almost as though lost, Sincir takes a look at the noble dy’s slightly widened eyes, blushed cheeks, and disheveled clothes, then slowly smiles at her.

  “From now on... Just call me Sincir, No.”

  No meets his eyes.

  “...Just Sincir?” she murmurs.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Well, you could always call me master, if you insist on being formal... You are my maid, after all.”

  She nods, still looking as though she is a bit out of it.

  ...She isn’t going to actually start calling him master, will she? It was obviously a joke...

  A couple of minutes ter, as they walk through the cemetery, heading toward its exit, No throws him a look and frowns.

  “How did you know?”

  Sincir grins, pretending not to know what she is talking about. “About what?”

  “About... About Daniel.”

  He chuckles. “How was it? Did your knight boy live up to your expectations?”

  No tightens her jaw, gring at him. “I wouldn’t have... I’d have refused his confession, if not for that stupid bet in between us!”

  Sincir raises an eyebrow at her. “Of course you’d have... Why do you think I pced those conditions?”

  No blinks, then her eyes widen.

  “Well, I didn’t tell you to marry him, so if things aren’t working in between the both of you ter, you can always break up...”

  “As if it was that simple!”

  After throwing a quick gnce toward their surrounding in order to make sure they weren’t noticed, Sincir signals for No to lower her voice.

  “Look, you can scream at me as much as you want ter, okay? But let’s get out of here first.”

  “Why?” No murmurs through clenched teeth.

  “...You mean why I conspired to have you and Daniel become a couple?”

  “Yes!” she hisses at him, “What else?!”

  Because he needed a reason not to fuck her, and with how vulnerable she was, nothing else was cutting it.

  “Because I saw how he reacted when I told him you were still alive, and from the way you talked about him, I knew you had it for him as well, at least a little...”

  “It wasn’t your choice!” she hisses again, clearly struggling to keep her voice from rising again.

  Sincir sighs. “No, I didn’t tell you to shove your tongue inside his mouth, did I?”

  Her cheeks immediately growing redder, No quickly averts her gaze.

  “See...? You’re frustrated because you’re afraid of what’s going to happen from now on, and you’re taking it out on me... But tonight, you’re going to remember what happened, and you’re to smile to yourself like an idiot. So just rex a little, okay?”

  No begins to walk faster.

  “You’re welcomed!” Sincir shouts after her, before clicking his tongue as he shakes his head.

  As usual, no good action goes unpunished... If he knew she was going to act like this, he would’ve just fucked her himself!

  Look at that uptight ass, shaking nicely... What a waste...

  The walk home is slightly tense in virtue of No’s humor, but Sincir simply ignores her occasional gres as they shop, focusing his thoughts on what he is going to tell Ena once they see each other again.

  She must be awake by now... And quite furious, if he knows anything about her.

  At least the rain has let on by the time they return, having barely made it before sundown...

  As soon as he opens the door, No immediately walks by him, angrily removing her muddy boots before disappearing inside.

  “Make sure to give your cloak back to Ena ter!” he shouts after her.

  The half-elf is already angry enough with him as it is... Shaking his head, Sincir goes through the trouble of casting a couple of cleaning spells over himself, his own boots, and No’s (well, Eleanor’s), before going in himself.

  Since he finds the living room empty, he assumes the girls are still upstairs, and after going to the kitchen and dropping some of things he bought, he decides to go look for them...

  He’d rather get the drama out of the way sooner, instead of ter.

  Arriving in front of Ena’s door, where he assumes they still are, Sincir knocks once, then opens the door.

  “Hey, I brought-”

  He freezes.

  “...Well? Weren’t you saying something about making me pay? Oh, did you mean by using your tongue? C’mon, if you don’t start licking soon, you’ll run out of breath, and I’ll have to go through the trouble of using your face myself...”

  With her her hands behind her head as she lies over the bed, Eleanor stares at the ceiling while maintaining Ena in a leg-lock which forces the struggling half-elf’s face against her sex. Sincir has the time to notice to two empty ptes near the bed, before Ena grabs Eleanor’s ass cheek and pinches it as hard as she can, which the nephilim ignores...

  Grimacing, Sincir drops his bag near the door, walking inside and then closing the door at his back.

  “Three...” he counts, knowing that Eleanor heard him from the beginning.

  Still ignoring him, Eleanor tightens her leg-lock further.

  “Two,” he counts, feeling his brow twitching as he does so, and his mana burning as he stops himself from immediately casting a spell over the two of them...

  Eleanor suddenly releases her leg-lock, kicking Ena away once the half-elf tries to jump her, then immediately rises from the bed before the other girl can recover.

  “She is a big girl now, thanks to your cock,” the nephilim says as she walks by him, her expression furious looking, “And if she can’t put her shit together soon, the two of us will actually break her.”

  Having said as much, she sms the door after herself, having left on her birthday suit.

  Grabbing the bridge of his nose, Sincir groans out loud.

  Still, once Ena tries to run by him to follow after Eleanor, he knocks her back with a wind spell, taking the air out of her while throwing her over the bed again.

  Removing his cloak and dagger belt as he unceremoniously drops them, Sincir walks toward her as she tries to rise again.

  “Let me, Sin! I’ll fucking-!”

  Grabbing Ena’s jaw, he presses his mouth against hers and shoves his tongue inside of it, pushing her back against the mattress as he does so, then rubbing his erection against her sex, hard enough to make sure she felt it even through his clothes.

  Ena groans, then moans through their kiss, shuddering once he pulls his pants down and rubs his now exposed member against her already drenched sex; he ignores her weak attempts at fending him off, since it’s obvious she doesn’t actually want him to stop, considering she is even answering to his kiss.

  Once he thrusts inside of her, slowly taking it all the way, Ena arches her back and screams, her body shaking beneath his.

  As he begins to move inside of her, her walls grip him tightly enough to hurt, and she locks her legs around his hips, crying out loud.

  Fearing she is going to make a ruckus again, he kisses her once more, using his tongue to shut her up...

  Sincir doesn’t bother taking things slow, fucking her hard and fast enough to have her moans stutter... And no more than a couple minutes into it, Ena is already cumming her brains out, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she does so...

  He doesn’t hold back, either, shooting his seed as deep as he can inside of her while releasing a soft, satisfied moan next to her ear...

  A minute or so ter, once they’ve managed to catch their breaths somewhat, but with him still being on top of her, Ena gres at him through slightly teary eyes.

  “You... You can’t...” she murmurs, “You can’t just fuck me into submission... whenever you feel like-”

  Sincir narrows his eyes at her, and she shudders, palling slightly.

  “...Actually, I have this sudden urge to be a good girl again, so... So you can move away now. Please?”

  Sincir does so... Then, fixing his clothes, he releases a sigh and sits over the bed’s edge, pcing his face into his hands.

  ...Fuck it all to Hell! How is he supposed to hold back when she is running naked in front of him?! She could’ve bitten him or something! What kind of totem resistance was that?!

  “What... What was the fight even about?” Sincir murmurs through clenched teeth a couple of moments ter, as he hears Ena moving behind him.

  “...She is a bitch; That’s what it was about,” Ena mumbles.

  “Ena... I’m actually begging you.”

  She sighs. “It was... She fucked other girls next to me on purpose! Who does that?! She knew I had it for her, and she used it against me...!”

  Throwing her a look over his shoulder, Sincir stares at her seriously. “And now you want revenge, after all this time? What are you going to do, exactly?”

  While quickly covering her breasts and sex from his gaze with her arms, Ena gres at him. “I’ll break her nose again, for starters!”

  Sincir shakes his head. “As you are right now, she is going to beat you, and then bully you, nine out of ten times... If you’re looking for an apology from her, this is not the way to go about it; You know she never backs down from a fight, even when she knows she is obviously the one in the wrong.”

  Ena grimaces. “Then I just have to fight her ten times, and make the tenth one count!”

  Sincir sighs. “If you don’t mind giving her nine orgasms until then... Well, something tells me Eleanor will be happy with that exchange.”

  Ena frowns.

  “What? Go on, I won’t try to stop you anymore.”

  She grimaces again, but still, she doesn’t try to move past him.

  “Are those... Are you wearing my clothes right now?” Ena asks, seeming to have only now noticed the fact.

  Sincir throws a gnce toward his outfit, remembering he did in fact put some of her clothes earlier on, having been too zy to make the trip to his own room at the time.

  “Sorry... Should I take them off?”

  Ena’s expression darkens, her leaf-green eyes gleaming with an emotion he can’t quite identify. “The fact they fit you pisses me off in so many ways that I’m speechless... Also, why now? You never wore them before.”

  “You weren’t my girlfriend before, so it’d have been weird if I wore your clothes,” he expins, as though stating the obvious, “...And the fact they fit me is not my fault, so stop gring at me already.”

  Ena makes a face. “Your girlfriend... Do I even have a choice?”

  “At this point? No, you do not... Unless you want to actually leave.”

  She shakes her head. “Fucking hell, Sin... You can’t just do this. It has to be against the w... Somewhere.”

  Sincir snorts. “You do realize I’m not actually forcing you to do anything, right? I gave you a choice at every step of the way, and you’re the one who chose my cock in spite of everything else.”

  Ena points an angry finger at him, revealing her standing nipples in order to so. “That’s not my fault! You’re way too damn good at fucking! How am I supposed to say no when I have no experience?!”

  Noticing where his gaze is aimed, she blushes, quickly hiding her breasts once more.

  Sighing exasperatedly, Sincir shakes his head. “Ena, you can’t keep lying to my face like this... Do you think I can’t tell you’d get on your knees if I told you to, right now? You’re still hurting for it, and that has little to do with my fucking skills... Look, it’d make everything easier for the both of us if you could admit how crazy for me you are... At this point, it’s obvious enough I have it for you as well, isn’t it?”

  She averts her gaze.

  “I know what the problem is,” Sincir says, causing her to press her lips together.

  “Oh, enlighten me, Mr. Thousands-of-Years-Old-Demon!”

  Sincir snorts. “You wanted to be the only one, and now you’re the third girlfriend; That, more than anything else, is making you want to punch somebody... And that somebody is me, not Eleanor.”

  Ena tightens her jaw, still refusing to look at him... However, the look on her face makes it clear he is right on the money about her feelings.

  Sighing, Sincir rises, approaching the bag he left near the door.

  Taking out one of the things he brought for her on the way back, he throws it on the ground, by the bed, before taking his clothes out, getting on his knees, and lowering his head.

  “...Don’t worry about the noise, I won’t make any,” he tells her.

  Ena stares toward the whip lying before her, then at him, on his knees and with his back exposed.

  “Go on, get it our of your system... Do it until you’re satisfied, or your arms can’t move anymore, or I pass out from the pain and loss of blood... Either one is fine.”

  Looking slightly sickened, Ena shakes her head and rises, heading for the door; Except Sincir casts an ice spell, covering the exit in its entirety before she can run away.

  “...Why?” she murmurs shakily while starting toward the wall of ice in front of her.

  “You said you wished you could bring yourself to hurt me; I saw the hatred in your eyes. Do you have any idea how much that hurt, Ena...?” Sincir murmurs, his tone sad, yet cold, “So, grab that whip, or I’m going to call Eleanor over here, and I’ll turn her back into a bloodily mess instead, for what she did to you earlier.”

  Ena swallows, clenching her fists. “No... I’m not doing it, and I’m not letting you do it to El, either.”

  “...Why? You wanted to hurt me, and you wanted to hurt her... We deserve this much, for everything we put you through.”

  Ena ughs humorlessly, leaf-green eyes gleaming wildly as she finally turns to stare at him once more and meets his gaze. “Why? Sin, I’d kill anyone who tried to whip either of you. The idea of doing it myself - no matter how angry I might be, or how much I might come to hate you two idiots one day - is simply disgusting... You can fuck me as many times as you want, and you can have Eleanor sit on my face while you do it; My answer won’t change.”

  Sincir smiles at her daringly. “Pushover.”

  Ena rises an eyebrow. “You talk a lot for a guy who walked around wearing girls’ clothes all day.”

  He chuckles. “I could walk around in panties for a year, and I’d still be man enough to fuck your brains out, kid; And so, what does that make you, Ena?”

  Ena sighs. “Clearly... It makes me your bitch.”

  “That’s fucking right, and I’ll burn it into your brain if I have to... I’ll actually cover you in my cum next time, if that’s what it takes to make you understand I’m not kidding, or pretending.”

  Ena bites her lower lip. “Fucking hell, Sin... Would you really have let me whip you until you passed out from the pain?”

  Sincir opens his arms, gesturing toward his kneeling position. “Ena, does it look like I’m joking about any of this? Is it not clear yet how much I care about you? At this point, I don’t know what you want me to do in order to prove I’m desperate to have you stay... Should I beg instead? Do you want me to kiss your feet?”

  She immediately steps away, hissing at him. “Gods, you’re impossible! I get it already, okay!? I’m not going anywhere! Just... Just give me a while to get used to whatever the hell my new retionship with you is supposed to be!”

  Sincir shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. Eleanor gave me until tonight to make it up to her, and I don’t want to find out what she’ll do if I fail... I’m pretty sure you don’t want to find out either, Ena, so help me out a little. Please?”

  Ena grimaces. “By making it up to her, you mean...?”

  “For having helped me convince you, and for having watched me fuck you in front of her,” he crifies, “She is almost as possessive as you; Do you think she enjoyed any of that? You leaving would’ve made things infinitely easier for her, but she still put me in your bed st night, because she knew how miserable it’d have made me if you had actually left.”

  Ena grimaces further. “I’m terrified to ask, but...?”

  “Ena... You already know the answer to that one, don’t you?”

  Ena curses. “I was afraid you’d say that.”