Within the mansion was a bedroom with walls draped in watery silk curtains suspended from golden plates on a cloudy panel ceiling that dazzled the guests with splendid intrigue. The roasted scent of tobacco came up from the tall, busty woman with a mole under her left azure eye and long blue-tied hair. She wore a bluish flat, T-shaped garment with square sleeves and wrapped sash around her torso, but her bust formed almost a shape of hourglass. Her right hand gripped on the shank of a wooden smoking pipe with burned tobacco powder in its chamber. She puffed out the smoke from her soothing lips and mouth, twitching her fingers and crossing one leg on the other.

"I wonder if there will be any recent books or copies to be released in all bookstores."

She felt dull, relaxing her back against the soft pillow on the high-back chair. Twitching her hanging foot and thighs against each other could be her forbearing way, although there was nobody to cheer her up. She knuckled on her lazy cheek, all the while to enjoy her solitude of nothingness. She could have stripped down her dress and fooled around like an exhibitionist posing around while nothing unusual happened, but her thoughtful plan would irritate her dearest someone with a look of shame.

"Mother," a familiar voice called her with a knock on the door. "Excuse me, I need a favor."

"Oh, it's my dearest son, Cecil," she murmured and smirked, standing up from a chair. "What will be his favor to me?"

Listening to the abrupt voice, she walked towards the door and twisted the lever, opening for someone. Once she did it, it revealed to be a curly blue-haired man in gray garb with a young-looking face named Cecil van Pleiades who carried the unconscious boy in a bowl cut with bloodstains on his light brown blazer, reddish-bleeds, and purplish-bruises around his arms—hurrying towards the cozy king-sized bed and laying him on it. She closed the door after he passed through the way.

She gasped, "Oh, my dear. What happened to your friend? Was he involved in the brawl? You should be careful next time."

"No," Cecil answered. "And yes, we were in the brawl, but this guy got himself bumped. Can you take care of him?"

"Sure, my dear. If it's on your behalf."

While the unconscious boy had been sleeping on the bed, the lady whom he called her Mother sat on the edge, swaying her hip away from him while facing his miserable wounds and grumbles. She palmed on the bleeding wounds and inhaled for her versed purpose, then the watery glitter around her open palms was surging on it for a remedy.

"You've been drained from your case, my dear," she said.

He sighed, "Said by the one who also organizes these kinds of products. If this case is with your behalf, then I may arrest you from any hostile involvement despite being my mother. You might waste my time for the sake of this."

"I only care for the products since I love making perfumes and inventions," she said. "I don't care if my workers and clients will be obliterated by your hands. Try to understand my point, my dear."

He felt annoyed from her words, so he walked towards the door, planning to head somewhere for his business.

"I'll thank you later if you completely healed him on behalf of my favor."

"Sure, my dear. He will be on my hands."

Before he pulled the door to exit, he halted his steps for something to warn.

"Also, another favor," he said. "Don't do anything stupid, or else I'll put you more suspicions on my list."

"No need to worry, my dear," she giggled and smirked while curing the injured boy. "I'll do my best."

With that, he nodded and left with no words.

Meanwhile, she nudged on his multiple wounds one-by-one without hesitations.

Later, she found something peculiar to her eyes—the black smoke had spread around every wound which she gasped and fancied over this case. After the black smoke became widespread around his body, she halted the healing spell and swayed her hands and stepped back away from him, gaping her smile and witnessing the unique scenery of astonishment.

With those black smokes, it enclosed his wounded flesh, shrinking it into the pure connection of fibers and tissues.

Observing the situation, she entwined her hands and fidgeted her thumbs against each other.

"It looks like my dearest son has found the worthwhile treasure."

* * *

The cloudy dusk sky had been approaching fast for a night. The creepy cave of sharp limestones around the ceilings and walls dripped every bit of water on the pool which could dread the guests from its horrendous dark. However, the guests in black robes felt blank with no hesitant words and gasps, walking towards the deep of the cave while one of them was carrying the unconscious amethyst-haired lady in an azure silk halter whom they put her to sleep with a single needle—comprising Anti-Magic aura.

Reaching the room filled with dozens of black-hooded men, the carriers laid her body near the wall of four strings of chain shackles, facing front and slumping against the wall. They whistled since it was a long ride and traipse. After they fixed her position, some of them were about to grip her, but one of them with his manly long white hair and sharp chin who was their leader patted their shoulders to inform them.

"Remove her clothes," he said and smirked. "Adding more spices on her will improve our interrogation."

Listening to him, they nodded and grasped her cloth, preparing to tear up her clothes, but the white-haired man patted their shoulders once again for the same purpose.

"Also, don't tear up her clothes," he warned. "She might feel desperate once she sees her dress had been ripped into pieces."

With that, they changed their way by unknotting the rear of the halter and handing it to the leader, leaving herself naked in front of their eyes. Her voluptuous body allured them with their erected drive throughout their thirsty veins. Lust began bathing their perverted sense with heavy pants. It was hard to control their hormones. They shackled her wrists and ankles until they completed their process. Their gapes of lust drained them out of hormonal grip, so their tongues protruded with a drool of thirst and pump of ardor.

"Sir Ford, I can't take it whenever I watch her body."

"Yeah… her breasts and curves are amazing."

Listening to their libidinous words and pants, the leader figured out something that could gratify them with patience.

"You can lick her all you want," the leader named Ford chuckled. "However, don't penetrate her cunt with your erected cocks, or else she might lose her mind already. Take it slow and gentle as always until my next permission. I merely need information from her."

All of them roared, "Yes sir!!"

Responding to his instructions, everyone flung their hoods down and hurried towards her, gathering around her and licking every bare part of her body. Some of them crouched down in front of her legs for the vulva and thighs—licking, and some of them stood beside her chest for the armpits, cheeks, breasts, tits, and legs—groping left and right. Their moans lingered as if they hadn't seen their naked wives for the first time, or perhaps they had been celibate for decades.

Meanwhile, Ford once again chuckled as he watched the rowdies toying around with her bare body—pumping with heavy hormonal drive. Although there were a lot of gropes and licks around her, she couldn't open her eyes from her deep slumber even if the time was lingering beyond the standard reaction.

He smirked, "I bet you'll imagine being stuck in hell from your crimes even if it looks like once you wake up"

* * *

As the starry night sky had grown up from a long-lasting hourly span, the bowl cut boy named Aoki Sasaki had been sleeping on the bed with the blanket covering his torso and limbs—which left his face and collar exposed. He then opened his eyes from the deep pitch-black slumber to blurry wake, at first. Once his vision cleared to be cloudless, he found himself—lost and dumbfounded by looking at the ceiling.

"Where in the world am I?" he mumbled.

He turned his head—finding a strange blue-tied, sapphire-eyed lady in a blue kimono who had been sitting on the high-back chair beside the convenient table with the wineglass of reddish liquid on it and smoking with her wooden pipe twirling on her brisk fingers. Watching her skillful twirl amazed him with a gape of still.

"It looks like my dearest son's treasured friend has finally woken up," she giggled. "Anyway, your hair feels so familiar."

"Who are you?" he asked her. "And why am I here?"

"I am Maria Pleiades, matriarch of House Pleiades," she paused, laying her wooden pipe on the table. "I want to hear his name from you if you are able to know my dearest son."

"His name? Your dearest son?" he said, thinking about the name with Pleiades surname. "The name was Cecil van Pleiades, right?"

"It 'is' his name, my dear. Do you think he spared you from his sacrifice? I don't want my dearest son to die in vain."

"Wow. You're pretty good at pointing out my mistake."

"I don't want to proclaim myself as a literary person, but reading ample books makes me so."

"Understandable. So are you a bookworm?"

"Ah, yes. Such a rare word to say coming from a rare person. For now on, I'll consider you more valuable, my dear. Oh, wait? Have I committed such redundancy?"

He chuckled, "That's okay."

"Thank you for your consideration."

She inhaled and palmed on her collar like a villainess who acted on this way without a stereotypical giggle, though. Feeling curious amid the unlit room with dingy glitters on the wall of the doorway, he turned his head behind and looked through the glassy windows—the starry night sky had been illuminating around the surface, surprising him with a gasp.

Wait a second. Is it me or have I forgotten something? he thought, taking his round-shaped pocket watch from his coat pocket. How's Lilith been doing in these late hours?

Unlatching his pocket watch to look at the radaresque screen, he only found a smoky bit on the center of the screen—which meant that there was no crimson bit as a sign of Lilith's nearby presence. However, he didn't notice the absence of bloodstains on his blazer—probably she cleaned it devoid of suspicion.

Where am I? Why am I even doing here?

"Is something wrong, my dear?" she asked, approaching him.

"Nothi— Actually, yeah. I have some problems around here."

"What a splendid honesty right there," she smirked, facing closer to the pocket watch. "Oh, you've got my product called Solar Peak."

"Is that the brand name of this item?"

"Yes, my dear. Specifically, my product. For your information, I also invented this one all by myself."

"I guess I can call you an engineer for this one."

"That's what I do whenever I feel bored."

"Anyway, where are we right now?"

"House of Pleiades, near the northwest of the Capital City. If you could barely see the tall tower when you were still in the middle of the city, then you are now at the nearest spot."

He scratched his head from her words, listening by the man who came from another world.

"Sounds familiar, although I had never been bothered since I was just rolling my eyes around the road."

"Oh, my dear. It seems that you're a traveler who can write poems or prose, which might tell the entire world how amazing the Kingdom of Dore is, or perhaps how you were inspired to travel all around the world."

"I'm not a traveler but a citizen from the Balc Village. I traveled with my… girl… sis… sister!"

As she heard the slur in his voice, she smiled and chuckled from his confusion although she could determine his intuition—judging by his ticklish voice and nervous sweat. Yet she didn't want to bother teasing him since he might need to rush for a return with his "sister". Meanwhile, he gaped—thinking she had the face of a teaser.

"Hm… I understand. Anyway, what does she look like?"

"Okay," he hemmed. "She has overlong purple hair and a tall, curvaceous body. Think of her as a type of sister who shops in every store of the city."

"Long purple hair, eh?" she smirked, rubbing her chin with her playful thumb and finger. "In the Solar Peak, what is the color of her mark?"

"Crimson."

Oh, fascinating, she thought. It looks like there's some special connection right there.

Thinking about it, she found his mark to be a smoky bit on the radaresque screen, which was also part of her intrigue, but connecting with crimson astounded her into a deep curiosity. It looked like she fulfilled her dream since she had read ample books which had been absorbing the knowledge into her curious mind.

"Um," the abrupt voice of the boy snapped out of her thought. "Are you okay, miss?"

"Oh, my dear. It's Miss Maria Pleiades. You should've patted on my shoulder before I might get drowsy."

"Sorry," he bowed. "I thought you were having a brief silence of relief."

"Anyway, follow me. I'll escort you to the Pleiades Tower."

Thus, she, alongside him, walked out of the door without the help of her house servants.

* * *

As they reached in front of the sky-high Pleiades Tower with the crystal-windowed top beneath the sapphire pointed-roof, there was a straight gap between the two vast chunks of concrete door, looking like a typical ancient door you could find amid the rainforest. It was still rigid from entering through the gap. The craggy versant had surrounded the tower, especially the gateway. For you to enter the tower, you must get through the gap which was closed for now.

"How do we enter the door?" Aoki asked.

"If you might get bothered to proceed, you can shut your eyes whenever you want," Maria smirked. "Or else an unusual bulge will happen, my dear."

"What does that mean?"

"In other words, you'll be stimulated by my ritual."

He gaped as her words perturbed him, thinking something weird might happen.

".... Hold on. Based on my weird sense as a man, are you going to strip yourself naked?"

"Indeed, since this is also a part of my ritual. Also, based on your question, it sounds like you're an inexperienced man who can still appreciate the respect even if staring at a naked woman. Tell me, my dear. Have you experienced that before?"

Remembering his memory from the previous world, he had watched sufficient adult videos that you could find in a site which wasn't suitable for his young age, and yet he was still a virgin who suffered from rough times whenever he felt desperate in his school and home of foul blood. It reminded him he became friendless since there was nothing for him to help himself from others, although his next-door neighbor who was an elegant girl comforted him with smiles and sweet meals.

My life was indeed sucked, he thought, sighing over his frustration and said, "Y–Yeah, probably a brief time."

"Based on your nervousness, I can consider your words to be honest…. Well, can you even hold back your arousal, my dear?"

"Don't worry. I get used to it, though."

"Well," she shrugged. "Feast your eyes on me whenever you want, but if you dare to caress me, I'm sure my dearest son will feel irritated."

"Sure," he nodded.

"I'll start my ritual then."

Then, she unknotted the sash around her belly, releasing away from her kimono and stripping it down—exposing herself mother-naked. Her bare body had a pale skin and brownish nipple on her saggy bosoms as if she had reached a middle-aged lifetime. Compared to Lilith, the curves around her belly had a bit of fat since she had borne her dearest son named Cecil van Pleiades.

Meanwhile, he blew a silent gust from what he witnessed in front of his eyes, gazing behind her back, and pinched his chin to relieve his libido. If you were wondering about his fetish, you could tell that gazing at the naked woman might be his fetish, or in other words, he was a voyeur—proving from the case of Lilith who had exhibited herself in front of his eyes.

What a lovely night, he thought.

Before starting her ritual, she inhaled and raised her both arms above her head to receive her confident breath.

"Domine, stellas de nocte. Nympha tuis auspiciis caro et sanguis meus deprecabuntur. Scilicet amans ego tuum."

Her elegant chant pleased his ears, as if she sang her song to fulfill her grace. The sapphire-glittering bits were gathering around her body and forming into a crystallized aura; the same also went to the crystal-windowed top of the tower, shimmering. She knew this from the beginning since she could handle the magic from head to toe. When it dosed into her flesh with a clink of absorption, it became invisible—opening the chunky gate by dividing the doors apart with the rumbling of rocks until the gap became suitable to enter.

After the process of activation, he approached her for eyeing her wondrous body of a middle-aged woman.

"I need to keep myself naked while entering this tower since the aura I had is connecting to the blessing of the tower," she said.

"Sounds nice and peculiar to me," he responded.

"Pick my dress up and carry it into your hands. I really need to hide something from my dearest son."

"Sure," he said, gripping the bluish kimono in front of his foot. "So what will it look like on the inside?"

"Come, follow me."

Then they walked towards the cave-like entrance.

Once they reached their first step in the hall, she turned her head behind and extended her arm, clenching it to close the chunky gate with a rumble. As the gate closed, she returned to her aim while he gazed around the shimmering watery waves on every side of the concrete surface, especially the ceiling and floor—imagining they were stepping on the disco floors.

To him, he flicked his foot like a child who enjoyed playing a dancing arcade, but it wasn't brisk. His dazzling eyes were rolling around, and his mouth was gaping as the wondrous shimmers astonished him. He hadn't explored this kind of place, so he hummed whenever he wanted to delight himself up while she led his way with a shameless amble.

"Did you build this place?" he asked her.

"No, my dear. How would I build such a tall tower and long path within it? To be sure, it came from my ancestor back when the time happened in the Tale of Nefastus, although I doubt if the author spit the facts… maybe," she paused for a bit, thinking she went too deep. "Have you heard of it?"

"Yes, one of my housemates showed me the illustration of charcoal-coated figures," he answered. "He was like watching a huge tree while on the ground, it was burning."

"Hm… it seems that you know a little detail within the book."

"Also, there's something I remember while reading the book. She told me that… The Tale of Nefastus is considered being archived. To be honest, I have no idea what's within the book, but it definitely sounds like a big issue around here."

Before she would say anything, she lifted her head up as if she gazed at the ceiling without snapping her neck. She knew everything behind the book which she had surpassed his curiosity by reading every page and remembering the concept as a bookworm, although a heavy load of memory could become forgettable. Twirling her fingers without his notice could suffice her to limit from narrating everything. As for now, it looked like he had to hurry on locating his "sister" before anything would happen to her. She also witnessed the strange instance about the black smoke regenerating his wound despite heavy condition from the accident.

With that, she sighed as if her mind had been going crazy for her careful words. However, there was something that scented differently into her nose from his aura. At first, it was smoky, but this time, it had a weird fragrance—mixing like between flowery petals and roasted charcoals.

"I can say that the book is a mere hearsay," she said. "If I can travel around the world, there might be something beyond what the book tells about it, but I'm still unsure. It's like every person you have met is always being complicated."

"I see," he nodded and responded. "Even if I have read everything within the book, it might remain questionable."

"That's what I'm thinking of."

After their dialogue of curiosity with ambling through the shimmering halls, they finally reached the circular atrium which where the tower comprised within. A towering bluish-bright ray from above had shimmered on the empty focal surface—imagining in a video game where you found a legendary sword while the glitters from the hole above added its picturesque vibes.

She walked towards the focal surface while he lifted his head up and gazed at the towering height of crystallized ceiling.

"It's spectacular," he said, feeling amazed throughout the scene. "So is this it?"

"Yes, this will be my second ritual. All I need to do is connect the wires of aura," she smirked. "In other words, you have to hug me, my dear," she pleaded, opening her arms in front of him.

"W–What?.... Last time I heard of it was not to caress you."

"If you'll irritate my dearest son," she laughed. "Come, my dear. There's no need to hide your feelings."

".... I guess it's the only choice then."

At first, she sweated at his forehead, even if she hadn't intended him to be nervous.

Meanwhile, he closed his eyes and bowed his head down for a bit, reflecting that his actions might be worthwhile to bring himself back to Lilith's place. His jaw gave a twitch of relief, as if he begged his forgiveness to Akari and her son, Cecil. Thinking about it, she had the body of a mother who had already borne her son with shameless worry, but her face drew an incomplete smile as her teary eyes were overwhelmed with loneliness—imagining a wife who waited for her beloved one to return from a lingering decade of business.

Okay, he thought. I have to do this…. For me and Lilith. Akari, if you're watching this from above, I'm sorry, although I hope you're still busy out there.

After he dropped the kimono on the surface, he approached her and wrapped his arms around her belly, hugging her out of misery. His head nudged on her breast by her tall height, and his eyes shut to avoid from trying to fondle more. Although he thought nothing to be bothersome, he felt throbbed on his febrile heart and bulged on his aroused crotch as the brisk flow of blood was surging throughout his veins. The tender touch on her skin shook his hand.

Abruptly, their connected bodies glowed into a bloody red of Lust—according to what Aoki said to her from a while ago when he talked about Lilith's color on the Solar Peak. Also, the towering shimmer also changed the color with the same as their connected glow, although Maria felt something needed for more.

"Give me more," she whispered. "Give me more true colors."

What did she mean? he thought. Does it mean I have to go far beyond? But how?

"Just release it," she murmured. "Don't hold back your feelings. Just release it."

How do I feel again?.... Oh, right. Horny.

Ogling on her body and surrendering from his resistance, he licked her nipple with his gentle swirling tongue and then pressed her rear cheeks with tender thickness. From her neural stimulation, she moaned, but her voice kept low to steady her focus. And then she smirked, feeling the burn throughout her sweaty skin.

"Here it comes!"

With that, the bloody red aura glittered more into a perfect tone, reflecting the crystallized ceiling from farther above.