Edited by: Shiro, Priapus

– Jean –

Gradually opening her eyes, she flinched and groaned in discomfort, still in a daze after probably the worst sleep of her life. The lights in the room blurred her eyesight, prompting her to blink a few times to adjust her vision.

She found herself in her room, on her bed, with no recollection of how she got there. The last thing she remembered was seeking help from Diluc and/or Barbatos, only to find them as unhelpful as everyone else. Because, of course, they were.

Jean hissed in pain at her pounding migraine. But after that, it was a blur. She tried as hard as she could, but it only worsened her headache. She couldn't remember anything, only a sudden shock that had rendered her unconscious.

She coughed and sniffled, grimacing as she noticed how cold she felt despite the large blanket covering her. And now she was ill somehow, as if the dragon in her city wasn't bad enough. This couldn't get any worse.

If she was indeed sick, who was taking care of her responsibilities? She could understand if it was anything unrelated to Crimson, but the monster that no one took seriously but her? It was a miracle she'd even woken up in her still-intact bedroom.

Jean sat up, rubbing her forehead tiredly, before scanning her room. She was the only person present, and from what she could tell, it was around noon—early, all things considered.

Her eyes fell on a bouquet of dandelions on the nightstand. A card was attached, and as she read its contents, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

In surprisingly great handwriting, 'Get better soon' was written on it, which would've been a nice thing to read if it was from one of her knights. But that's what terrified her— under the message wasn't Lisa or Kaeya; it was that bastard dragon's name. As well as Klee's, although Jean didn't focus on that.

Was he the one who'd made her sick?! Was he mocking her?! What had he done?!

Jean wanted to get off her bed and see if he had done anything terrible before she had a horrible coughing fit, becoming very lightheaded and finding it difficult to even move. Thankfully, someone entered the room just then, prompting the acting grandmaster to whip her head towards Lisa, who held a mug of hot tea.

"Goodness!" Lisa quickly set aside the mug and came over to Jean, who was coughing up a storm, to check up on her. "Breathe, Jean."

"I-I'm fine—" She gasped. "What happened? Where's Crimson? Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything's fine." Lisa sighed. "The first thing you do after you wake up is ask about him. You're seriously losing your mind. Calm down; nothing happened when you were asleep."

Jean trusted the librarian's words—for her own sake, at least. It was clear that she was in no condition to protect herself. Her violent coughs had ceased as she calmed her breathing, and she looked at Lisa with gratitude.

"Thank you." She said.

"It's alright." Lisa smiled. "Here, take this. It's fever medication."

The librarian opened the nightstand cabinet and took a glass vial of lime-colored liquid she had never seen before, but she trusted her friend's words and took it, her face scrunching up into one of discomfort at the bitter taste.

That was medicine, alright.

"You should feel better in a few hours," Lisa said, grabbing a chair beside Jean. "But how are you feeling now?"

"I don't really know," Jean responded, rubbing her eyes. "What happened?"

"Do you not remember?"

"Well, I remember returning from Angel's Share after some… arguments with the owner." She recalled. "But then…"

Jean glanced at Lisa's expectant expression, and suddenly, memories began rushing back to her: Coming back to the HQ disappointed and in despair, hearing Crimson bend down two of her most capable knights and call them wives…

It all came back, prompting her face to glow red in a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and anger. She almost fell unconscious again. She wanted to go back to sleep. Because she'd do anything to wake up from this horrific nightmare.

She could understand how Barbara could fall for him— her sister didn't know anything about the monster hiding in human skin, but Amber? LISA?! Was this real?! Why would they do something like this?! Sleeping with the greatest threat Mondstadt had ever encountered?!

"W-what the hell were you thinking?!" Jean yelled. "Are you serious, Lisa?! Do you know what you've just done?!"

"Jean—"

"You'd spread your legs to the same bastard that could instantly wipe us off the map?! And for what?!" Jean cut her off. "That pent-up, were you, you bookworm whore! You're out of your damn mind—!"

In the midst of her 'scolding', Jean began coughing violently once again, which quickly reminded her that she wasn't supposed to raise her voice like that. Thankfully, it seemed that Lisa hadn't let anything the acting grandmaster said get to her as she rubbed her back gently.

"Easy," Lisa said. "You're still ill."

Jean held the side of her head in pain, the second coughing fit having ironically calmed her down as she suddenly felt a little guilty for her harsh words. But how was she supposed to react? Here he was, the bane of Mondstadt, if not Teyvat as a whole, fucking her knights like they were pieces of meat.

First Venti, who was supposed to be their only saving grace, and now…

"Why did you do it?" She asked. "And don't bother denying it. I know what I heard, Lisa. I want you to explain everything right here. Right now."

"…I understand." The librarian nodded. "I guess I can't hide it from you anymore."

I knew it! Jean's eyes widened. I knew she was hiding something!

Considering how Lisa always tried to convince her that Crimson wasn't here for anything and that Jean was the crazy one, suddenly being told that something was going on made her feel vindicated and incredibly cathartic.

She knew it. She knew she wasn't crazy. They were crazy!

"As you know, he's a dragon, but unlike most, he's… well, not exactly like the ones we know. He's not power-hungry or short-tempered. He's not looking to destroy or conquer anything." Lisa explained. "Crimson is here because he's looking for wives,"

"F-for wives?" Jean almost couldn't believe it.

But it started to make sense. Jean had chalked it off as nothing before, but it was definitely strange how he almost always interacted with women. How, most of the time, these women had nothing but good things to say about him.

Was he courting them?

But she wasn't entirely convinced yet. Something seemed off about this.

"Yes. You see, he's not just a dragon; he's also a king and a god." Lisa continued. "He said something about spreading his royal blood as one of his responsibilities."

"Wait, this doesn't explain why he's been almost exclusively wooing Vision Wielders." She pointed out. "What's that have to do with it?"

"It's strong women he's attracted to. Magically, physically, or politically." The librarian said. "I suppose we were lucky to draw his attention."

"Lucky? What the hell are you talking about?" Jean's eyes were wide in shock. "You're telling me he's not forcing you to do this?"

"If he was forcing me or others, why go through all the trouble of going on dates?" Her friend made a good point. "Barbara, Amber, Sucrose, even Eula. You noticed it yourself, didn't you? Like I said, Jean. He's not looking for 'concubines', he wants wives."

Slowly, the gears in her head began to turn.

"They all thought he was a gentleman…" She muttered as everything slowly clicked. "I see…"

It's not that they weren't taking it seriously— he was seducing them one by one. Not even someone as stubborn as Eula stood a chance. But at the same time, he wasn't doing it to infiltrate the knights. He was just horny.

Did that mean the reason he'd joined the adventurer guild was because he wanted to impress them? Clearing out all those monsters in a matter of days was frankly impossible to anyone who was not an Archon.

It makes sense. Jean thought in a bizarre combination of relief and despair. It makes so much sense. Fuck.

He was seriously just looking for wives. Because who would stop him from just ravishing all of them? None of them were strong enough to resist. Yet, from his perspective, he still took the long and hard way. Which meant he wanted these 'wives' to love him.

"Hold on. If that's the case, then how come he never tried anything with me?" Jean questioned.

"Do you blame him?" The Librarian replied. "With the way you act, he'd naturally be put off."

That was a good point.

"So he's not forcing anyone."

"Not at all. He's surprisingly respectful of women's boundaries." Lisa's lips trembled, almost as if she was trying to hold her laughter. Jean paid it no mind, shocked at what she said. "He may be a playboy, doing it with so many women, but he knows when to quit and not make a woman feel uncomfortable."

"How did it happen?" Jean frowned, staring at Lisa. "You were never interested in relationships. Especially with your… condition."

"Ah…" The librarian paused. "Well, it's a combination of a few things."

"Tell me."

"Of course, Jean. I told you I won't hide anything anymore." She nodded. Jean was glad— finally, she'd get the truth for once. "He simply asked me on a date. I was wary of him at first, so I declined, but instead of pressuring me or using any scare tactics, he offered to share his understanding of magic."

That would do it. Offering Lisa knowledge was a sure way to get her to do anything. And knowledge from a dragon that might've possibly lived for thousands of years at the minimum? She'd fold in an instant.

Though, it was strange. She never heard of Lisa going on a date with him from the knights. Was she lying? Perhaps, but that didn't seem likely. After all, Crimson was consistently able to lose her knights, so it's possible that he met her in a place where they weren't watching.

Everything was lining up so far.

"So I thought I'd give him a chance, and, well, I was surprised. Besides his vast knowledge, he was rather charming. I never thought I'd fall in love with someone so quickly." Lisa admitted with a blush. "Before long, we shared a night of passion, and I agreed to be one of his."

It was bizarre to hear this from Lisa, of all people. Despite her flirtatious nature, she was always careful and modest. Being attracted to Crimson for his knowledge is one thing, but to fall in love after one date? How odd.

"Does he know?" Jean asked. "About your curse, I mean."

"…He does." She nodded. "I let it slip during one of our conversations."

"And what did he say about it?"

"He promised he'd break it." She revealed. "Saying something about not letting his women perish before him. Quite romantic, isn't he?"

I see. Jean thought. That explains a lot.

She'd throw herself at the first person who could do something like that. Lisa may not show it, but she was terrified of dying young. Everyone died eventually, but knowing your lifespan was cut in half would instill a newfound fear of death into anyone.

Anyone could make an empty promise of saving her, but coming from a dragon god? That was an entirely different thing because he really might be able to do that. Crimson may as well be Lisa's only lifeline.

Yes. It made sense now. Why Lisa was so against Jean's investigation. Why she'd always tried to argue for his sake. Besides this whole wife thing, Lisa needed him.

Nobody wanted to die before reaching forty.

"…I see," Jean murmured. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why wait until now?"

Lisa paused, then gave the acting grandmaster a strange, almost remorseful look.

"I wanted to protect you." She said.

"Protect me? Protect me from what?"

Lisa said nothing, and realization slowly dawned on the Acting Grandmaster.

" …Am I correct in assuming that he's…" Jean wavered, feeling another headache as her face grew hotter. "…That Crimson is also interested in making me one of his wives?"

Lisa took a moment before answering.

"Yes." She confirmed. "And because of your position, you interest him the most."

"Ah…"

"I'm sorry, Jean. I just didn't want you to do something reckless." Lisa said. "And you never struck me as the type that likes to share."

Jean sighed deeply, covering her face in embarrassment, shame, and dread. Admittedly, she still didn't believe that was all. Crimson was probably still hiding something, but she'd figured out his motives for the most part.

Even though she still felt sick, she felt much better than before mentally. She was relatively clearheaded, and now that she truly knew what Crimson was here for? She could actually make a plan to handle him. She could save Mondstadt from certain destruction.

It was about time I got married anyway… She thought, chuckling to herself.

Her giggle was almost mirthless, but admittedly, Jean couldn't be happier. Finally, now that she knew what he was here for, she knew how to handle this threat and save her kingdom. She had finally taken a single fucking step forward.

"Are you okay, Jean?" Lisa asked, surprised at her laughter.

"Oh, I'm feeling better than ever." Jean nodded.

And although the idea repulsed her, that did seem like the best way to deal with him. At least to distract him if anything. For now. If he really wanted her as a wife, then, for the sake of her kingdom, so be it.

She'd do anything for Mondstadt, even if it meant giving up her own happiness to that monster.

I got you now, you bastard. Jean thought to herself.

Jean was uncertain whether her feeling of triumph was due to knowing how to handle him or to her suspicions about him being finally validated despite so many calling her crazy or paranoid…

But damn, it felt good.

– Crimson –

"Do I really have to do this?"

Walking through the streets of Mondstadts with my hands in my pockets together with my partner, I glance at her with a smile. Eula lovingly links her arm with mine, and her face is bright red as she looks at the ground, unable to lift her head in case she makes eye contact with the onlookers.

Although this isn't the first time we've done this, this time, we're doing it in broad daylight in a bustling corner of the city as we pass by dozens of people every few seconds. Hundreds throw us glances of surprise and confusion. Or rather, they are focusing on her specifically.

And it's making her look adorable. Despite our adventures in the healing spring chasm, Eula still seems very embarrassed by simple flirting. Granted, her reactions are different— she seems far more receptive, smiling, and acting less haughty and standoffish than usual. She seems much more attached to me.

"Why not?" I respond.

"It's embarrassing…" She mutters.

"But don't you want to tell everyone who you belong to now?" I argue, making her face glow red.

Eula doesn't even try to deny it. If anything, my response turns her on as she bites her lower lips. She's utterly hopeless, and how couldn't she after last night? When she shouted and screamed her desires to the heavens?

We spent almost the entire night having sex, and I knew to hold back. I didn't want her passing out by the third or fourth round out of exhaustion. That'd be boring for me and not emotionally satisfying for her.

I wanted her to be so deeply connected to me that I might as well have rewired her brain to prioritize me above everything else. It's the closest thing I can get to hypnosis without magic or futuristic technology.

That is precisely what I thought would happen with Eula. So, really, she couldn't deny it even if she tried. She's mine, and she wants to be mine. She's fallen in love so hard she can't imagine a life without me anymore. But really, is that so bad? It's not like I'll mistreat her. She's still gorgeous and fun.

And let's not pretend Mondstadt was happy with her around them. I doubt they'll mind me taking her off their hands.

"Besides, who cares what they think? I want to have you by my side like this," I add. "And I know that's what you want as well."

Eula doesn't say anything, but her silence is enough confirmation. I want to say she's completely obedient, but that wouldn't be true. She still needs a little more training to be entirely willing. She's emotionally reliant on me, not under my total control.

That'll take time. Though, frankly speaking, I'm not keen on that idea. There's a risk of her losing her fun bits. Her feistiness, for example. That's already showing signs of fading away. It comes with the territory of taming people like her, unfortunately.

Oh well. I just have to double my efforts to be even more of a nuisance. That'll surely fix all of my problems.

"So then, have you decided?" I ask.

"About what?"

"Whether you'd like to leave with me or not," I explain. "You haven't given me an answer yet."

"Oh, um. I… need to think about it a little more." She responds, not instantly denying me. "When are you leaving?"

"Soon," I answer. "Maybe in three or four days."

Eula grimaces, clearly not liking how little time I'm giving her. Although giving her a sense of urgency wouldn't help since she's coming with me anyway, I do want to leave soon. I'm starting to grow bored of Mondstadt, admittedly.

It's fun, and I'm most definitely returning at one point, but I want to see new faces and find out what kind of trouble I'll be to Liyue and its government. Am I another big bad monster here for something they can't seem to understand? Will I leave their leader a paranoid mess like Jean? Or will I do something else? Even I don't know. I do what the muse demands.

By that, I mean whatever I find hilarious.

And I want to know how Lumine is doing. It's been a while since I've seen her.

…Somehow, I can tell that she's gotten herself in trouble. I hope it's of the funny variety.

"I-I don't know," Eula replies. "Abandoning my knightly responsibilities feels… negligent."

"Perhaps, but it's for your own good," I assure her. "I'm sure your fellow knights would understand."

Speaking of these knights, I've yet to spot any of them observing me, which I find rather strange. Unless I deliberately lose them, the knights usually always sloppily try to tail me around every corner of Mondstadt, even outside my own house. At the same time, this implies that Lisa convinced Jean.

Good. Now, there's nothing stopping me from taking her as well.

On the way to the knight's HQ, I spot the Cat's Tail bar, making me stop next to its door. Right, I almost forgot. I needed to talk to Diona.

"I don't mean to rush you, Eula. You have a few days to think about it." I look back at Eula, holding both her hands. "But for now, we part ways. I have a few things to take care of."

"Ah…" The disappointment is palpable on her face as I tell her that. "I understand."

"Though, if you'd like more of what we had last night…" I whisper to her ears. "Then meet me at my house later this evening."

Eula shudders before she pushes me off, unsure if she should be scowling or smiling, thus giving me a hilarious expression.

"You're such a degenerate." She says, looking away and crossing her arms. "Gentleman, my ass."

"Is that a no?"

"…Evening it is," Eula responds, twirling a lock of her hair as she glances at me. "…S-should I bring Amber with me?"

The question makes me pause, raising a brow at her in surprise.

"Pardon?"

"Don't play dumb— I know what you've been doing." Eula scoffs. "Lisa, Amber, and who knows who else, you degenerate playboy."

Ah, that. Well, that should've been expected.

"Well, I never tried to hide it, to be fair."

"Lucky for you, that's why I'm not beating you up right now for playing with my heart." She snorts. "Whatever, I'll see you later."

With that, she walks away, swaying her rear at me in an adorable attempt to look sexy. I'll admit, I'm surprised she's not angry about me fooling around with other women. I imagine someone like her would be possessive. But it works in my favor, and a threesome with her and Amber sounds fantastic, so I'm not questioning it.

If it works, it works.

As I lose Eula among the crowd, I enter the bar despite the 'closed' sign. Diona's cat ears twitch at the noise, and her expression brightens up as she sees me, prompting me to smile back.

"Mr. Crimson!" She greets me behind the counter, waving her hand. "Welcome, welcome! If you're here, does that mean you have a plan?"

"Of course." I wave back, taking a seat on the stool in front of the counter. "Sorry for not visiting earlier. It took me a lot more time than I thought."

That's a lie. I just got distracted messing around with the knights and all that. The 'plan' barely took me a few minutes to come up with.

"That's fine! I'm just glad you remember our promise~" The tiny bartender responds. "Whaddaya wanna drink?"

"Surprise me."

"Aye, aye." She chirps. She seems to be in a good mood. "So what's the plan?"

As she picks and chooses drinks to mix, I answer her question.

"Simple. You'll need to create your own brand." I tell her. "By first quitting your job. You'll go independent and build a bar of your own."

Diona pauses to look at me in confusion and minor concern.

"But I don't know how to do that." She says. "Er, well, I know how to make alcohol – involuntarily, of course – but I dunno about building my own bar."

"Oh, it'll be difficult for sure." I nod. "I suggest calling a few people to help you do that. Like your parents, for example. I'd help you set it up, but I'll be leaving for Liyue in a few days."

"What?!" Her eyes widen. "But you said you were gonna help me!"

"I am going to help you, don't you worry," I reassure her. "By spreading the word of your unrivaled alcohol to other regions."

Diona pauses to think, shaking my drink before pouring it into my glass. The golden liquid has a divine aroma, and its taste is far better than that aged wine I had with Eula—an absolute masterpiece of a drink.

"How's that gonna help me be Queen of Mondstadt?" She raises a brow, looking at me suspiciously. "What's Liyue or other regions gotta do with anything?"

"Ah, but why be queen of a single region…" I smirk. "When you can be the goddess of Teyvat?"

"Huh? A goddess? Me?!" The catgirl bartender looks at me in shock. "I-is that even possible?!"

She didn't immediately deny it. Heh, I knew it. Someone like her is full of dormant ambition waiting to be set ablaze—a perfect candidate to dominate the world with. To think this small thing will go on to be an empress from a most modest background…

Here I am, making it sound so villainous when it's just some silly fun. Really, Teyvat will benefit from this. I'm helping them by crowning a person who's worthy of ruling.

"Of course it is, my future queen." I sip from her drink. "Alcohol is a very, very powerful force. And with a fierce enough empire, the world will bend its knees to you before you know it. No region or archon will stand in your way."

"You're making it sound so evil…" She mutters. "B-but I like the sound of it. If I can eliminate alcohol from the world, then maybe…"

Diona takes a moment to think about this, watching me silently enjoy her incredible drink. I don't need to convince her any more than I already have. It's up to her to take the first step, and on the off chance she declines, then oh well. I'll just find someone who's equally ambitious.

But I know she won't.

"…Okay! I'll do it." She nods. "I'll prepare a few samples for you when you're ready to leave."

"Excellent," I smirk, raising my glass. "And I, as your loyal employee, will do my best to spread the word."

"Wait!" She suddenly says, getting off her stool.

I curiously watch her taking another glass, pouring a non-alcoholic juice into it before raising it, giving me a beaming grin.

"Today marks the birth of Diona's unstoppable empire, where we will eliminate alcohol forever and ever!" She announces with confidence. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." I chuckle, clinking our glasses together. "Long Live Empress Diona~"

She's so precious.

– Mona –

"I didn't think you'd actually bring her along, Eula…" Crimson said, looking down at the two knights currently servicing him. "Color me surprised. So soon after your first time as well…"

Despite being caught once before, the astrologist had seemingly never learned her lesson.

As she stared through the tiny gap in the slightly open door to Crimson's room, she bit her lips in a combination of frustration and arousal. She could almost see it— the two knight bitches were in the way, standing right in front of it and preventing Mona from seeing his member in all its glory.

"See? I told you she's thoughtful~" Amber giggled. "It was kinda embarrassing when she brought it up, but I was so happy she said she wanted me to join you two."

Eula said nothing as she greedily sucked and licked his dick, and this scene grew more unbearable for Mona by the second. She heard everything— from the way they worshipped his cock to Crimson's pleased groans, but she couldn't see it! It drove her utterly mad with desire.

It had just been another day for her, absorbed in her research and studies. She'd thought this was going to be a regular day like always, as Crimson hadn't slept at home during the night the past few days. Or, if he did, he wasn't having sex with anyone loud enough to get her attention.

After being caught by Noelle, Mona realized that she needed to stop doing that every time Crimson got someone into his bed. It was degenerate and wrong. Mona was better than that— she didn't want to be a disgusting voyeur!

She was an astrologist, for Archon's sake! And not just any, but one of the best! In fact, had Mona never blown her money on expensive tomes, grimoires, and research materials, she would've been wealthy enough to afford a palace!

That's how great she was at her job.

Falling from grace in such a dishonorable way… She'd die from shame.

So she decided that, in case Crimson came back with a woman again, she'd either leave the house or lock herself in her room, bury herself with pillows, and make sure she didn't intrude in any way. Enough was enough.

That did not last very long, as when Mona tried to maintain her composure and exit the building once she heard the three going at it — which came as a surprise for the Astrologist. Eula, too? — she realized that the door was open.

Mona had never folded so fast.

Curiosity and arousal got the best of her as she tried to take a peek, immediately falling back to the newly created habit of masturbating to her roommate's sexual escapades. It was mortifying as it was enticing. The door was open— they could see and hear her if she messed up, which made this so much more exciting for the astrologist.

The small part of her that felt utterly ashamed shriveled up and died as she got a glimpse of Crimson's cock when Eula shifted her position. A split-second was enough to get her spraying her fluids all over the ground as she bit down a moan that would surely get her caught.

Shuddering in the afterglow of her orgasm, Mona took a moment to get her bearings, wanting just to leave or do anything else that was not fingering herself at the sight of her roommate having sex.

But as she gathered enough willpower to do just that, it shattered in an instant as she saw him bend down Amber over the bed, thrusting into her. Yet again, the blue-haired bitch blocked the view, standing next to him as he toyed with her mouth.

The scene, however, was still incredibly sexy, and before long, she was back to masturbating. The sliver of resolve she still had felt like it was crying in despair at what she was doing, her lips trembling in shame and pleasure.

I'm irredeemable. Mona thought, on the verge of tears. Someone kill me, please. I deserve death.

The Outrider's loud moans weren't of any help to her crumbling will, so Mona could do nothing but pump her fingers in and out of her needy hole, watching as Crimson spanked Amber's ass as she came over and over.

It looked like it felt heavenly, and if not for her fear of getting kicked out, Mona would've kicked the door open and demanded he fill her up and get her pregnant. But that probably wouldn't fly. Despite the pleasure and excitement she felt from watching them, it was still highly fucked up.

She still watched with great zeal, though, as Mona had wholly lost herself in the mind-melting lust. She watched as he filled Amber with her seed. She watched as Eula mounted him on the bed while he fucked her with equal enthusiasm. She watched Amber quickly recover, passionately kissing the blue-haired knight and kneading her massive tits.

Mona watched everything as she went through orgasm after orgasm, losing track of time. It got to a point where she nearly lost consciousness, shivering and trembling. Even her fingers had gotten tired, which she took as a sign to take a rest if she wasn't going to stop just yet.

Mona's head gently hit the ground as she panted in exhaustion, disgusted at how sweaty she had gotten and how sticky her clothes felt. She could've at least taken them off before doing something like this.

She continued breathing, trying to recompose herself. Mona had had enough. She didn't know how long she had spent doing this, but any more would have been very risky. She had to go to her room right now and pretend she was asleep or something. She didn't want them to see her like this.

…Speaking of, they had gotten rather quiet, hadn't they?

Mona raised her head, feeling curious enough to see if they were also resting before spotting a mostly-naked Crimson leaning against the doorframe, looking at her with a sly smirk. She blinked a few times before processing what was happening.

And when it clicked, her blood ran cold.

"A-ah…" She fell back. "I-I just- I was-…"

It's over. Mona thought in despair. My life is done for.

"Watching other people have sex?" He guessed. "Quite a niche hobby you have, astrologist."

Mona was frozen, eyes trailing from his face to his deliciously muscular body to the hard-on poking against his white underwear. It was right here— right in front of her. The entire time, Mona couldn't get a good look at it even once for some godforsaken reason. The few times she did, it was too quick to get her off to it.

As if the stars were punishing her for being the perverted harlot that she was. She couldn't even get mad. She deserved it, and worse.

"What's this? Are you still ogling even though you're being confronted?" Crimson said, making her flinch; however, her gaze hadn't moved away from his twitching member. "What a naughty, naughty girl you've been, Mona."

She trembled and almost lost herself as she heard that. What was he going to do to her?

"Such bad behavior—" Crimson suddenly pinned her to the ground, and as she blinked in fright. She opened her eyes and saw that he had already taken off his underwear, poking her wet entrance with his huge member. "—needs to be corrected."

"W-wai—"

Mona's words died in her throat as she nearly blacked out from a single thrust. His thick, throbbing cock penetrated her drenched pussy all the way to the base, and it was better than she could ever imagine.

It was after the second thrust that she started screaming in ecstasy, tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back, experiencing what heaven felt like as he mercilessly pounded and reshaped her insides.

Mona didn't know if this was a dream or if this was really happening. Where she'd expected to be arrested for life, her reputation crumbling into nothing as the gossip of what she truly was spread across all regions… instead, she got what she'd wished for. How this could've happened, she didn't know.

What she knew was that after this, there was no going back. She would never be able to live without him.

Mona went through what felt like hundreds of orgasms in the span of a few seconds, but Crimson didn't give her a moment to rest, continuing on with this 'correction' of his that she absolutely deserved. It was a miracle that she hadn't died of dehydration from how much she was cumming.

"Such a perverted astrologist, invading the privacy of others for her own twisted pleasure." She heard him claim. "Do you not have any shame, you slut?"

"I-I'm sorry!" She managed to respond. "I'm sorry!"

"What are you sorry for?" Crimson growled. "Say it."

"I'm sorry for being a degenerate whore that gets off to watching people have sex!" She shrieked, cumming again. "I'm a bad girl that deserves punishment!"

"And a punishment this stupid bitch will get." He promised, thrusting harder into her. "Take it, you astrologist whore."

Mona felt his cock throb and twitch even more than usual before he went as deep as he could and painted her womb with his cum, rope after rope, despite the many times he had filled both Amber and Eula already.

This prompted the strongest orgasm out of Mona yet, her whole body spasming and quivering as she felt his hot seed inside her. There was no possible way that a load like that hadn't gotten pregnant. She had to be.

The idea that she'd gotten pregnant from the subject of her twisted voyeuristic tendencies made Mona cum again, making her realize that this perverted bitch was the new her, and there was no way she'd be able to escape it…

Which promptly rendered her unconscious, mentally and physically, too exhausted.

– Crimson –

Hmm, I might've gotten a little too into it.

I look at the knocked-out Mona with a thoughtful frown. Or rather, she was too into it. I knew she was pretty perverted, but this was… honestly unexpected. I mean, orgasming a thousand times per second made her feel like a dick guillotine, so I'm not complaining.

…but I feel like I've broken her, and that's not good. I don't like breaking things. They stop working properly.

"You done?" Amber asks, peeking from the door. "Oh wow, she's a mess."

"Yes, I almost regret doing it," I respond.

"Oh, don't be like that. I'm sure she's fine. Mona is stronger than she looks." The Outrider grins lustfully, taking me by my arm and leading me back to my bedroom. "Come on, I'm sure you're not satisfied yet."

"How do you figure?"

"You're still hard." She responds, pushing me toward the blushing blue-haired knight on my bed. Fair enough. "C'mon, show Eula some love~ She already misses you, you know~"

"I—" Eula almost denied it before she stopped herself, spreading her legs for me. "I'm just… not satisfied either."

…Oh well. If Amber says she's okay, then who am I to argue? I'll leave all the thinking for tomorrow's Crimson.

Present Crimson is too busy with his "wives" to think.

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