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🕑 Added 2025-06-30 18:02:46 +0000 UTCEP.157 [Elizabeth’s Pleasure Consumed by Madness.♥]
“No matter how many times I look, it’s definitely my brother…! This isn’t a lie!”
Late at night, Elizabeth, alone in her laboratory and hard at work, stared at a letter bearing the Imperial Knights’ seal, unable to hide her astonished expression.
Elizabeth is both the head of the Elysium Empire’s Monster Special Bureau’s magic team and a member of the Imperial Knights’ Monster Special Division’s mage advisory group. This advisory group researches the characteristics of monsters and related magic. Elizabeth, de.eply connected to both the Imperial Knights and the Holy See, has also reached a high level in alchemy magic, even though it’s not her main field. On this foundation, she serves as team leader and is active in top-secret imperial projects.
The Drake Special Quest Team had requested her direct presence, as the quest was about to begin. In response, Elizabeth asked for a list of the finalized quest members, which she received about 30 minutes ago via enchanted transmission stone.
Among the names, she saw the Red Fox Mercenary Band and, unmistakably, the name Eugene Caesar. Confronted with this, the brocon (brother-complex) eccentric little sister Elizabeth could not help but become wildly agitated.
“I thought it might be a mercenary band from Pangaea, but still…”
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
It was pure madness. Elizabeth’s hands shook uncontrollably as she clutched the letter.
Before sending the information, Victoria’s Drake Special Quest Team had told Elizabeth that a Pangaea mercenary band had consulted on the drake and would likely be the final quest partners. Naturally, Elizabeth’s instincts were on high alert at the mention of a Pangaea-based group. Could it be…?
And indeed, it was. The Pangaea mercenary band was the Red Fox Mercenary Band, and currently, Eugene Schneider-her beloved brother-was present at the Imperial Knights as their representative.
“Haaah…! Brother…! Hngh! Haa… Brother…!”
This wasn’t a dream. It was real. Confirming this reality, Elizabeth shuddered with excitement. The eccentric, brocon little sister buried her face in the letter bearing Eugene Caesar’s name and frantically inhaled its scent.
About twenty days earlier, after a clumsy but successful act of love with Eugene, Elizabeth had made some “progress.” What was this progress? Simply, she had developed more endurance for being alone. And the reas0n for this:
“Hah! Hngh! Hnnngh! Haaah! Juhaa…! I feel my brother’s presence even more now… Hihih…”
Slurp…! Slurp…! Squelch…! Squelch…! Squelch…! Rub, rub…! Rub…
She had discovered the pleasure of masturbation.
“Haaah…! Brother…! Hih! Brother…! Haat! Hih! Haaah! I feel him even closer to me! Haaah! My pu$$y is getting even wetter! Hikkeu…!”
Rub, rub! Squelch, squelch! SIap! Rub, rub, rub, rub! Squelch! Squelch!!
Lifting her skirt without hesitation, Elizabeth began to pleasure herself, even putting Eugene’s underwear on her head and frantically stimulating herself while clutching the letter with his name.
‘The pleasure my brother taught me has saved his little sister…! The blessing my brother gave me! So good…! So, so good, brother…!’
Indeed, the power of masturbation was immense. Unlike other ways of yearning for Eugene, masturbation provided Elizabeth with a clear finale. Other methods of longing and reminiscing always left her with lingering feelings that built up until she couldn’t bear it anymore. But masturbation-especially after experiencing orgasm-allowed her to reset herself. Of course, the effect was so powerful that Elizabeth had become seriously addicted in the past twenty days, but at least she no longer suffered from wild mood swings and depression as before.
“Hihihi! Hih! Brother, I’m dying! Hih! Hogoook! Just seeing my brother’s name by fate makes this little sister so shameless! Haaah! Hih! Hikkeu! I even did it this morning! Haaah!”
Chuap! SIap! SIap! SIap! SIap! SIap! SIap! Chop! Chop! Chop! SIap! SIap! SIap! SIap!
That morning in her room, Elizabeth had also pleasured herself with Eugene’s underwear. Lately, she’d been doing it so often that she’d planned to skip her evening session, but the unexpected connection with her beloved brother left her so overjoyed that she couldn’t resist and ended up going at it even in her lab.
“Hikkeu! Hikkeu! Brother!! I’m losing it! I’m losing it! Haaah!”
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Squelch, squelch, squelch! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
Now a master of self-pleasure, Elizabeth felt the climax coming and furiously stimulated her rune-engraved, bare pu$$y.
“Hikkeuuuu!!”
Splat!
Her neck arched like a bow as she climaxed.
“Haaaang! I’m coming, brother! Haaaah!!”
Sploosh! Splat! Sploosh! Sploosh!!
True to her weak, quick-to-cu.m body, she squirted like a fountain and climaxed hard, even though she’d only just started.
“Hikk! Hakk! Hiee!”
Twitch! Twitch! Tingle! Twitch!
Splat! Splat! Splat…! Sploosh!
Her frail body was helplessly tossed by the f0rce of her orgasm.
“Haaah… Juhaa…! Brother, I came…! Hiee! Chuup! Hihihi…!”
Shake, shake, shake, tremble, tremble, tingle, shiver…
Proudly displaying her state, Elizabeth repeatedly kissed Eugene’s name on the letter.
‘As expected, mages are never easy to deal with.’
Step, step, step…
The next day, Eugene was walking down the Imperial Knights’ inner corridor, looking slightly puzzled.
‘No name, no background-how is anyone supposed to estimate who they’ll be working with?’
That’s right. Elizabeth, suspecting Eugene would join the Drake Special Quest Team, was already making her moves.
Naturally, Eugene’s side had asked for the mage’s basic profile. Victoria replied that she’d provide it once the mage’s schedule was finalized. This morning, Victoria told Eugene that, due to a pers0nal superstition, the mage preferred not to share their profile in advance-a very mage-like reas0n.
‘Tsk… Is there really any mage as good as our Elizabeth…? She’s the kind of girl you can’t even tell is a mage or a noble lady at first glance…’
Having experienced the quirks of mages firsthand, Eugene found himself praising his beloved little sister, not knowing that the “difficult” mage was Elizabeth herself. Of course, it was understandable from Eugene’s perspective-Elizabeth had never acted so eccentric in front of him.
‘Is this the place?’
Still grumbling about the mage’s rudeness and missing Elizabeth, Eugene arrived at his destination: the private training rooms for Imperial Knights’ officers.
‘I wonder what kind of training and swordsmanship the Imperial Knights’ officers use.’
Eugene, who never skipped a day of greatsword training, had asked Victoria if there was a space he could use during his stay. Victoria, feeling bad about the mage’s behavior, generously allowed him to use her private training room after she was done. Eugene arrived a bit early on purpose, curious to see the youngest Sword Expert and rising Imperial Knight officer in action.
-Chuaaak! Chuak! Chuaaaaak!!
As he reached the entrance, he heard the crisp sound of a sword slicing the air.
‘Hmm… That’s an interesting sound…’
As a swordsman, Eugene closed his eyes and listened.
‘It’s smooth and unf0rced. She’s not swinging with brute strength. The tempo is very fluid.’
He’d heard mercenaries swing swords, and he’d heard sophists as well. Mercenaries’ swings are rough and loud, meant to intimidate as much as destroy. Sophists’ swings are rigid and sharp, full of discipline. But Victoria’s sword had neither of those qualities.
‘Honestly, it’s different from the image I had of the Imperial Knights. I expected something like the sophists’ style, or something very flashy. When I was young, I saw Duke Antoine’s swordsmanship-it was disciplined yet flamboyant.’
Victoria’s sword felt relaxed and free, not locked into any mold.
‘Well, she’s only been active in the Imperial Knights for about a year. Maybe she’s more comfortable with her own style.’
Eugene concluded that Victoria was practicing her own swordsmanship, not the Imperial Knights’ style.
‘But… something about it feels familiar…’
Getting closer to the training hall, Eugene kept listening to the sound of Victoria’s sword.
Sss…!
As Eugene reached a spot where he could see Victoria-
“!!!!!”
His eyes widened in shock.
‘Father…?’
And what came to his mind was his father, Ulysses Schneider.
