Kōichi stood beside the bed, watching Kazuma's useless face in the faint moonlight spilling through the window, a face that practically screamed with anticipation at being ravaged. A cruel smile curled at his lips.
"Since you're looking forward to Her Royal Highness that much, I'll start you off with an abyss-level welcome ceremony: total sensory deprivation."
Kōichi chanted softly, faint ripples of magic flowing from his fingertips.
With the precise control granted by [Instant Casting], he did not release offensive magic. Instead, he condensed his magic into two pitch-black veils that silently covered Kazuma's eyes and ears.
This was an advanced use of a Wizard's magic: sensory cutoff.
Now, while fully conscious, Kazuma would be unable to see any light or hear any sound. He would be plunged into an absolute, lonely void.
"Next comes the art project."
Kōichi pulled out a special magical ink pen he had bought from Wiz's shop, one supposedly so stubborn that even holy magic would require scrubbing off three layers of skin before it came clean.
He bent down, ready to neatly write the words "I am an Axis Order follower" across Kazuma's forehead, words more than enough to socially destroy him.
But just as the pen tip was about to touch his skin, Kazuma's body suddenly jerked violently.
Crap. Did this guy's adventurer instincts actually kick in at the worst possible time?
Kazuma's eyes flew open, but all he saw was empty darkness.
He tried to listen, but only deathly silence filled his ears.
The sudden change left the shut-in hero stunned for half a second. Then, under the influence of desire, his brain somehow arrived at a twisted conclusion.
Oh, ooooh! Is this the Succubus Shop's premium service?! Total sensory deprivation! This shameful feeling of waiting for salvation in the dark... It's amazing! Succubus-san, are you here already? I can already feel that overwhelming presence of yours!
Because he could not hear anything, Kazuma's inner monologue was practically roaring.
Not only did he fail to panic, he actually broke into a grin ten times sleazier than before.
Kōichi was still stunned by his reaction when Kazuma suddenly struck. His whole body moved like an octopus snatching prey in the dark, both hands shooting forward.
"Hehehe, got you! My Royal Highness!"
Before Kōichi could dodge, Kazuma's arms, sharpened by years of single-man hand speed, locked tightly around his neck. In the next instant, Kōichi was dragged toward the bed by brute force.
"Guh?!"
Kōichi let out a muffled groan as he crashed straight into Kazuma's chest.
"Oh! That bony feel! Those firm muscles! Is tonight's setting a gallant knight princess?" Kazuma did not let go. Instead, he wrapped his arms and legs around Kōichi like an octopus, babbling nonsense into Kōichi's ear while desperately burrowing into his arms. "Your chest is a little too flat... but that's fine! I'm into that kind of contrast too! Come on, don't hold back! Ravage me all you want!"
Pinned in a chokehold and hugged tightly by a man reeking of alcohol, Kōichi's mind went blank for an instant.
He could feel Kazuma's stubble scraping against his neck. The nauseating sensation made every hair on his body stand on end.
"Kazuma Satou... you damn perverted shut-in... let go of me!!"
Kōichi roared furiously in his mind. The magical ink pen in his hand pressed down too hard and dragged a long black streak across Kazuma's pajamas.
With Kazuma clinging to him like an octopus, Kōichi felt an indescribable wave of disgust rush straight to his head.
The bastard's sweat, mixed with that strange hormonal stink brought on by lust, was deadlier than any monster's poison gas.
He struggled to push Kazuma away, but Kazuma only grew more excited and clung even tighter.
"Oh, oooh! Your Highness, are you playing hard to get? That wild resistance just makes this even harder to resist!"
Even in the dark, Kazuma's excitement-twisted face looked especially obscene.
He had completely misunderstood Kōichi's struggle, treating it as part of the Succubus service.
Kōichi felt like he was about to suffocate. He tried to drive his elbow into Kazuma's chest, but the other man's body was strangely soft yet stubbornly resilient, like alcohol-soaked mud, and he could not get any force behind it.
Just as despair began creeping over Kōichi, Kazuma's filthy hands started groping downward, heading straight for his belt.
"Hehehe, Your Highness, since you're this passionate, I can't keep holding back either. Come on, let's bare ourselves honestly and welcome this wonderful night together!"
As Kazuma spoke, he actually began unbuttoning his own pajamas.
His hands trembled with excitement as he clumsily tugged open the collar, revealing a chest that was not exactly sturdy, and in fact looked a little undernourished.
"Stop! You pervert! What the hell are you trying to do?!"
Kōichi's mental defenses completely collapsed. He used nearly all his strength to firmly pin Kazuma's restless hands down.
But to Kazuma, Kōichi's resistance only added fuel to the fire.
"Ah! So Your Highness likes this kind of assertive shyness?! Great! No problem! I'll satisfy you! I'm usually the passive one, but for your sake, I'm willing to change!"
Kazuma mistakenly believed Kōichi was stopping him from undressing himself as a hint that he should take a more active approach.
His eyes grew even more feverish, and a burst of strength unlike anything before erupted from his skinny body.
With a sudden roll, he actually pinned Kōichi beneath him.
"Ugh!"
Kōichi groaned as his back slammed hard into the mattress.
He felt like every bone in his body was about to come apart. Even more shocking was the fact that, with Kazuma in this hormone-fueled state, he could not resist at all.
Kazuma's skinny body now seemed to possess monstrous strength.
He used his knee to pin Kōichi's legs in place, while his hands forcefully restrained Kōichi's arms. From above, he looked down at him with absolute confidence.
"Your Highness, your body is so stiff. Is this your first time with a Succubus... no, your first time spending the night with a charming man like me? Don't worry, I'll be very gentle... hehehe..."
Kazuma's face drew closer, slick with drool, and waves of nausea rolled through Kōichi.
He could clearly feel Kazuma's heart pounding violently with excitement, along with the dangerous, disgusting aura pouring off him.
What the hell?!
I'm a Wizard! I'm a man who can blow apart a boulder with Fireball!
Why can't I fight off this shut-in?!
Is this the legendary power of lust?!
Help! My purity is in danger! I'd rather be ravaged by a General in the Demon King's Army than be defiled by this pervert, Kazuma Satou!
Kōichi screamed and wailed inside, but Kazuma had him pinned so tightly that he could not move.
He could even feel Kazuma's cold, damp breath spilling across his face.
"Hmm? Your Highness, are you trembling? Don't be afraid. I'll make you feel pleasure like never before...!"
Kazuma mistook Kōichi's trembling for shyness and anticipation. His gaze grew even hotter, and his mouth began moving toward Kōichi's cheek...