Amelia slowly opened her eyes to the sound of knocking at the door.
She remained on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a calm, expressionless face.
"A new world? Magic powers... Honestly, any sane person from our world would go insane knowing magic exists," she thought. "Do any of these people even have families? I'm sure I don't have any..."
The knocking continued.
She slowly sat up, then stood and approached the door.
Grasping the handle, she opened it to find Faye standing there with a clearly irritated expression.
"I've been standing here for over ten minutes now! Your food's gone cold and my legs are about to snap in half!" Faye huffed.
"Eh? Sorry," Amelia replied awkwardly, taking the food from her.
"So, um... who actually ordered this?" Amelia asked.
"Your comrades. The girl with the knight who looks like he eats souls for breakfast," Faye replied dryly.
"Xiandre and Velmora?"
"Those are their names?" Faye asked.
"Yeah." Amelia glanced at the tray.
"Thanks for the food."
"You should thank your comrades. Or rather, just the girl. She's the one who ordered it for you... Velmora, was it?"
"Yeah... Anyway, I'll eat now."
"Wait—what's your name?" Faye asked as she turned to leave.
"Me? Amelia. You?"
"Faye. Faye Fernheart. You guys are new, huh? Well... not my business."
Faye headed down the stairs. Amelia closed the door, returned to bed, and sat down again. She stared at the food for a moment, then picked up the bowl of Blood Bean Broth and took a sip.
Her cheeks turned faintly red.
"This tastes... nice," she whispered, taking a bite of the dire wolf sausage. "I wonder how Xiandre and Velmora are doing..."
Meanwhile...
Xiandre and Velmora walked beneath the deepening dusk sky, shadows growing long.
Suddenly, Velmora halted. Xiandre turned to her.
"Um... I actually forgot something. I'll be back as soon as I can!" she said, dashing off before he could reply.
He sighed as the sense of being watched dissipated the moment she vanished. Without another word, he entered the tavern and made his way upstairs.
Entering their room, the air was warm and quiet. But something felt different.
Amelia wasn't asleep on the bed anymore.
As he took another step in, the door behind him clicked shut and locked.
Turning quickly, Xiandre was surprised as Amelia threw herself into him. They stumbled, landing together on the wooden floor.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breath shallow.
"Xiandre..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Her hands reached for his helmet, lifting it just enough to see his eyes. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn't soft.
She intertwines her tongue with Xiandre, sucking gently before releasing and tracing the outline of his lips. She repeats this process, her hot breath fanning over his face as she intensifies the kiss, her tongue dominant and insistent.
"Grimm's Palms," she chanted as she took Xiandre's helmet.
She suddenly pulled back, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. A smirk played on her lips.
"Grimm's Palms," she repeated softly, her voice calm.
She then slowly began to take off Xiandre's armor, shocking him immediately.
"A-Amelia... How are you able to lift my armor?" he questioned.
Amelia remained silent as the heavy metal plates released one by one, revealing Xiandre's naked body beneath.
She wraps her small, cold hand around Xiandre's exposed and hardened length and starts stroking slowly, watching his reaction. Her thumb rubs the tip softly, spreading the pre-cum around.
"Amelia, what happened to make you this... intense?" Xiandre asked, startled.
She giggled softly, eyes gleaming with mischief and longing.
"I felt really lonely while you and Velmora were gone," she murmured "So I thought… maybe having sex with you right when you returned, would make that feeling go away."
She tightens her grip and starts jerking Xiandre off faster, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. With her other hand, she cups his balls and gently massages them. Her eyes never leave his, a smug expression on her face as she brings him closer to the edge.
"Amelia… if you keep that up, I won't be able to hold back," Xiandre muttered, his breath catching in his throat.
He clenched his fists, his body reacting instinctively to her touch—every nerve on edge, his composure slipping with every second.
She strokes faster, then suddenly stops right when Xiandre was about to come, holding his dick tightly in her grip.* "Not yet."
"You're cruel," Xiandre said, coming to a halt as Amelia giggled softly in response.
"Sorry, Xiandre... but I don't want it to go to waste. It'd be such a shame if all that effort just ended in my hands," Amelia whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"You're really turning me on right now, Amelia," Xiandre replied, his voice low and strained.
Without breaking eye contact, her hand still wrapped around his shaft. She leans in to Xiandre's dick and flicks her tongue out, licking the tip before taking him fully into her mouth
She opens her mouth wider, trying to accommodate the impossible length of Xiandre's dick. She moves her mouth up and down as best she can, her saliva dripping down Xiandre's shaft. She gags slightly as she tries to take more than she can handle
"Amelia... you're doing even better than last time," Xiandre gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "You're getting bolder... What's gotten into you?"
She can barely breathe, but she keeps going. She takes you as deep as she can, her nose pressed against your stomach. She can feel the head of your dick hitting the back of her throat. She starts to choke and gag, but she doesn't stop
"Damn... I feel like I'm talking too much," Xiandre muttered, breath heavy. "This kind of sensation... I've only ever felt it since being summoned to this world."
She pulls back slightly, Xiandre's 12-inch monster still lodged deep in her throat. She gags again and again, her eyes watering. She feels his dick twitch and swallows around him tightly, knowing his about to come.
"Shit"
She feels his hot seed shooting down her throat. She swallows it all, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She continues to suck and swallow until his completely empty. She pulls back, gasping for air, her face covered in spit and tears.
"That tasted good," Amelia said as she stood and flopped onto the bed with a satisfied sigh.
Xiandre glanced down to his dick, noticing he was surprisingly clean. With a soft sigh, he began reattaching his armor piece by piece.
Amelia giggled, resting her cheek against the bed as she looked over at him.
"Is this what happens when you get lonely?" Xiandre asked dryly.
"Fufu~ Maybe," Amelia teased. "Velmora didn't ordered me any water, and I was too lazy to go back downstairs... so I figured I'd get a drink from you instead. And hey, it looked like you didn't mind either."
"Semen isn't exactly a normal drink, you know?" Xiandre replied, still a bit dazed.
Amelia smirked. "Well, if it keeps me hydrated and makes you happy, I don't see the problem."
Meanwhile, Velmora turned into a dark alleyway.
"If I remember correctly, there should be a shortcut here towards the Ashensteel Blades smithy," Velmora muttered.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps following her from behind. She remained calm as she saw the exit of the dark alleyway.
She began to quicken her pace, but before she could make it to the end, the person following her jumped in front of her, blocking the only path to the exit.
"Stop right there, miss. Are you in a hurry by any chance?" the person exclaimed.
Velmora glanced at the face of the person. It was Varato. Then, clapping their hands behind her, were his party members.
"You're the people from the bank, aren't you?" Velmora inquired calmly.
"You remembered? That makes things easier then, haha," Varato exclaimed.
Velmora straightened her posture. "That girl at the counter has a loud mouth. It's really a shame that it has to come to this."
"Anyways, give us the goods if you want to continue living," Varato demanded.
"You guys look like the adventurers everyone seems to fear and look up to," Velmora remarked.
"Of course we are! We're the Solaris group—everyone fears us!" Varato bragged.
"Boss, this girl actually looks kinda fine. Let's not waste this opportunity, shall we?" Adobo jeered from the back.
"Yeah, boss, she has a really big ass and large tits. Her face looks smooth too—why not deep throat her?! Let's gangbang her here!" Karate added crudely.
"You guys have crazy minds, but hey, I don't disagree. Let's make sure to rob her and rape her to death," Varato said with a twisted grin.
"I don't really care about the raping part..." Hara muttered.
"Of course you don't. We all know you've been secretly having sex with Joh—" But before Adobo could finish, John kicked him square in the crotch.
Adobo fell to the ground, groaning and rolling in pain.
"Shut the fuck up," John snapped.
"Shit, you're all hopeless. Let's just get to the point," Varato growled as he rushed at Velmora, attempting to grab her collar and rip her clothes off.
Velmora dodged to the left, avoiding his grasp, and threw a swift kick directly at his head. Despite being fully armored, he wore no helmet, and her strike connected hard.
Velmora's kick was not normal—Varato was thrown several meters away, his head bleeding.
The four other adventurers turned serious and charged at Velmora.
Not equipped with any weapons, Velmora could only dodge their blades.
She swiftly ducked to evade Karate's sword. Adobo rushed in, Attempting to thrust his spear at her chest.
Velmora rolled to the ground, leapt up, and landed just as the earth below turned to thorns—Hara's doing.
John leaped with her, swinging his large axe down. Velmora exhaled sharply; her mere breath became a powerful gust that blew John back to the ground.
As she landed, Varato charged at her from behind with his sword and shield raised. In front of her, Adobo pointed his spear at her again.
Velmora rushed Adobo, dodging his thrust. She grabbed the shaft of the spear as Adobo held on tightly. With a grunt, Velmora lifted her leg, spun around the spear, and delivered a brutal kick to Adobo's groin.
Adobo howled in pain.
Varato swung his sword down at Velmora, who was still hanging onto the spear.
She swung the spear up, intercepting the blow. The ground beneath her erupted from the impact, launching her into the air.
Velmora used flames to lift herself midair. Hara floated up, pointing his wand at her.
He summoned several fireballs and hurled them at her.
Velmora spun the spear, deflecting the fireballs, but one exploded—and from it, Karate emerged.
He spun with his sword, but Velmora struck him in the chest with the spear. It pierced his armor and stabbed directly into his heart.
Karate hit the ground hard, the spear still lodged in his chest.
All went silent. The party stared in disbelief at the death of their comrade.
"KARATE!" Varato screamed, running to him.
He fell to his knees as Velmora watched, expressionless.
Without hesitation, Velmora charged at the stunned Hara. She punched him in the face, took his wand, and shoved it into his throat.
Hara tried to scream, but no sound came out. Velmora kicked the back of his head, cracking his skull as he collapsed.
John staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his lips.
Velmora stood behind him without him noticing. Her nails turned sharp, and she placed her hands on his cheeks.
John froze in terror as Velmora slowly dug out his eyes. He screamed and screamed.
"AAAAAGHHHH—GODS! GODS, PLEASE!" His voice cracked in agony.
Velmora's claws pierced his brain, targeting the medulla oblongata, killing him instantly.
She then clawed into his chest, tearing out his heart and throwing his body to the ground.
Varato could only watch. These people—this party—they were his childhood friends.
Adobo stood frozen in horror as Velmora opened her mouth unnaturally wide. Her cheeks tore, her tongue stretched long and grotesque.
Horns sprouted from her head, and her eyes turned pitch black. She swallowed John's heart.
Her tongue, covered in sharp 2-inch barbs, slithered out. She giggled and laughed as she turned to Varato.
Varato, trembling and crying, forced himself to stand.
Suddenly, a white aura emerged from his body. His armor glowed golden as he raised his sword, his eyes turning white.
"Please, God, forgive me for my sins. Please give me the power to save my friends this one last time. It's all I want now—use me, God, and I'll give you my life in exchange to save them!" he prayed.
A white silhouette of a person appeared behind him… then another.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated.
Velmora laughed—an unholy, terrifying sound—as the holy light surrounding Varato vanished.
He collapsed, confused and terrified.
"W-What is happening!? God… hello!?" he cried out.
"You seriously think the heavens would help you? Judging from how you spoke earlier, this isn't the first time you've raped and robbed someone or even killed someone," Velmora said coldly. "Murder cannot be forgiven. The heavens have long since turned their backs on you. From your first kill, you were denied."
"B-But why the fuck was I glowing and shining with holy power!?" he shouted, trembling.
"Hmm… That was probably the heavens giving you hope—as a joke. They played with you, sinner. Made you believe they forgave you. AHAHAHA!" Velmora shrieked with laughter.
Her laughter echoed through the alley, the atmosphere growing darker as she fell to all fours, crawling slowly toward Varato.
"God forgive me," he whimpered again and again, crying in fear.
"God forgive me."
"God forgive me."
"God forgive me."
Velmora crept closer, her tongue writhing from her open jaws, as Varato wet himself in terror.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.
Velmora halted as she noticed the figure behind Varato.
Varato grinned, feeling relief wash over him. His trembling stopped. He chuckled, thinking he was saved.
He slowly turned around, smiling—only for his expression to turn back to sheer terror.
With one slash of a sword, his head hit the ground. His body collapsed beside it.
Velmora gulped and stood, now visibly uncomfortable.
Xiandre slid his sword back into its sheath and glanced calmly at Velmora in her terrifying form.
Amelia stood beside him, unflinching.
"X–Xiandre... Amelia!? What are you guys doing here? No, I mean—don't look at me, I look horrible," Velmora exclaimed as she covered her face.
She took several steps back and fell to her knees in tears.
"Fuck... I'm sorry. I'm sorry you two had to see me like this," Velmora muttered.
Amelia's horn vanished as her entire body returned to normal. She cried as Xiandre approached Velmora.
"Don't look at me... I look like a mess," Velmora exclaimed.
Xiandre knelt down beside her and gently lifted her chin.
He opened his helmet softly and kissed her on the spot.
Velmora was shocked by Xiandre's actions as his tongue forcefully explored her mouth, his hand holding her head in place. She whimpered in submission and pleasure, completely helpless against his dominant kiss, her own tongue reduced to being a passive participant.
As Xiandre slowly pulled away, saliva dripped from her lips. He chuckled softly.
"What are you talking about? I don't care if you look like that. What matters is that you can still go back to your sane self. Insane or crazy—as long as you're still Velmora... I'll always love you," Xiandre said.
Velmora cried as she fell into Xiandre's chest, sobbing.
Amelia smiled from behind as she approached and joined the hug.
Xiandre then turned his head up to the sky and smiled.
"In every story, the side villains—the ones who show up for only a few moments before they're cut down—never seem to have backstories. But the truth is, they do. They're just never told."
Xiandre looked over the bloodied scene Velmora had left behind.
"These ones... the ones she just massacred... they were proof of that."
Silence followed.
"Amelia... it's time to get our revenge," Xiandre declared.
Adobo ran off in tears, completely ignored as the three remained in silence.