"...N-Nerina-sensei, is this real?" Evelyn asks timidly, staring at my cock, which is poised to enter her.

"Yes, obviously it’s real." The penis is, in fact, entirely fake—it’s merely water shaped into that form. Any nymph could do the same; the fact that the "semen" is just condensed magic is proof enough of that. But Evelyn doesn’t need to know.

"H-Have you done this before?" She’s clearly stalling, but it’s cute to see that she’s a little scared.

"No, I’m a virgin in that sense." Obviously, I’ve never done this. All the women I’ve ever seen were either suicides who threw themselves into the sea to die, or they wandered into my territory and I made sure they drowned.

"Now, Evelyn, if you’re too embarrassed, you can just close your eyes and spread your legs." She takes a deep breath and then uses her threads to create some kind of blindfold.

"T-This is kind of uncomfortable to watch... I don’t feel open to seeing it... s-so it’s okay if I use this, right?"

"Of course! Let’s do whatever makes you most comfortable." That’s better. I might end up losing my composure and making an expression I shouldn’t. At least this way, she won’t see anything.

’Although... it kind of irritates me that she’d rather not look...’ Strangely, it really does bother me.

’[Seems like someone isn’t as important as she thinks, huh?]’ Arial’s voice forces its way into my mind. She has this habit of making snide remarks out of nowhere.

’At least I’m the one actually fucking her, unlike someone who’s never had that kind of interaction.’ She goes silent when I say that, but she’s already gotten under my skin. Arial has been saying that my intense interest in Evelyn is proof that I’m falling for her seduction. How ridiculous.

"Nerina-sensei?" Evelyn calls for my attention since I haven’t started yet. I look down at that cute little face, and an immense frustration washes over me.

’I am not being deceived... and I’m going to prove it to Arial...’ I increase the size of the penis, expanding its length and girth. What was once large but manageable now extends past her navel, reaching just beyond the space of her womb.

’See, Arial? I’m still the one in control.’ When it drops onto Evelyn’s stomach due to its size, she shudders.

"?" She seems confused as it rubs against her belly. I smile, shifting further back. At eighteen centimeters, it’s not exaggeratedly huge, but it’s large enough to ensure Evelyn has no room for control.

"I’m going to start, Evelyn~" I say in a sweet tone, pressing the glans against her slick folds. However, since she agreed I could be rough, I thrust in all at once, burying half of it inside her.

"...H-Hmmm." Evelyn makes a strange sound as she grips the sofa and writhes beneath my touch. I hold her hips, pulling her down until the glans bumps against her cervix.

’About 70% in...’ I flash a wide smile at Evelyn, who is gasping for breath, and begin to pull her legs back, pushing deeper and deeper inside. She gasps louder, letting out small, pained moans.

"Shhh, Evelyn, breathe calmly." Her nails glow with a faint purple sheen as I continue trying to push more inside, until finally, it’s all the way in, and I let out a moan.

"Are you okay?" I ask, seeing her tears. She gasps and gives a weak, affirmative nod.

’Oh... this... this feels pretty good. She’s so tight... it’s very different from what I expected.’ She practically clamps down around me. Maybe it’s because it’s a bit too big for her.

"What do you think, Evelyn? Is it good?" She just vaguely shakes her head.

"Say it in words. Does it feel good?" I ask, stroking her stomach. I can feel the heat of my penis through her skin, perhaps because she’s a marionette rather than a normal body.

"I-It hurts... I-I feel strange with this..."

"Strange, is it?" I say, watching her love juices trickle down onto the sofa.

"But don’t you like that pain?" I can feel perfectly how every little fold inside her squeezes my cock tighter every time it throbs, as if we were made for each other.

"I-I feel dirty..."

"..."

’[Hahahah.]’ I hear Arial laughing at me.

"Ah... I see..." My face contorts with rage for a split second, and I’m glad she can’t see it.

"But isn’t it good?"

"It is... but it feels wrong... I don’t think I liked it..." Seeing her say this when we’ve only just begun only fuels my frustration.

’What could that woman possibly have that I, as a nymph, cannot offer?’ It’s become personal now. No prey has ever resisted me for as long as Evelyn has. It’s already been almost a month since we arrived on this island. The longest any prey has ever held out against my charms was five days.

"Do you want to stop?"

"...I-I think... not?"

’...Tsk.’ She’s wavering. And for a nymph like me, being unable to control someone already beneath me is akin to failing at the sole purpose I was born to fulfill.

"I-I see... Evelyn, how about we make this better? You’ll see how wonderful it will be. I just... need to gag your mouth, okay?"

’Accept it...’

"N-No... I... I prefer it like this. I’d rather be able to speak..."

"O-Okay..." My voice comes out trembling as I try to hide my hatred.

’Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!’ I know nymphs have a higher resistance to seduction, but this pathetic slut isn’t even a millennium old. She shouldn’t be able to resist this long.

’Is it because, on top of being a nymph, she’s also a demon? Does that influence her resistance? Or is it because she’s a marionette?’ Arial mentioned that Evelyn also resisted her powers strangely during their first encounter.

"N-Nerina-sensei, aren’t you going to continue?" She pulls me from my thoughts, and I look down to where our bodies are connected.

"I will, Evelyn... You know... Evelyn... could I ask a strange favor? No one has ever liked me. Everyone has always hated me. So, with every thrust, could you tell me that you love me? It doesn’t have to be real. I just want to hear someone say it for the first time." I lie to keep her mouth occupied since she refused the gag.

"...?... I guess that’s fine, Nerina-sensei." When she agrees, I pull the penis almost all the way out and then thrust back in, hard enough to make her let out a soft cry.

"I-I love you, N-Nerina-sensei." She gasps in pain as the glans pushes her womb upwards. I keep my hands firmly on her hips and begin to repeat the thrusts in a steady rhythm. Evelyn, weeping, murmurs the same phrase weakly with every stroke.

However, I maintain the exact same pace and pattern, trying to analyze it.

’It’s sweet. Every time she says she loves me, my heart seems to melt... my body shivers, and my magical cores shift... the magic in the air changes, and her tone is slowly addictive... I understand.’ Within less than five minutes of this, the panting Evelyn is drooling onto the sofa, speaking so quietly it’s almost inaudible.

While I’ve finished my analysis—since I don’t know how she resists my nymph influence, I’m trying to see how she influences me—it appears it’s not a direct magical attack but rather her voice.

’Perhaps her vocal cords are the main source.’ Every word that escapes Evelyn’s mouth is laden with magic. Every sound she emits is like a sweet and addictive drug that slowly accumulates in the brain and mingles with the body’s own magic. So it’s more like slow brainwashing through general speech.

"Evelyn, I’m going to come. I can do it inside, right?" Not that it would change much. Evelyn just gives a weak "Yes," too lost in her own pleasure to care.

’Storm Dragon and Nymph... what’s Evelyn’s other race?’ Evelyn is a hybrid. She’s some other type of demon besides a Demonic Storm Dragon. I pull Evelyn’s legs back, pressing my glans against the entrance to her womb.

I start to come quickly, and as Evelyn reaches her own climax, I fill her womb with a pasty, creamy mixture of blue magic, flooding every corner of her insides.

’A demon that uses its voice for brainwashing...’ Arial said that Evelyn is the daughter of the Demon King, and her mother is a Demonic Storm Dragon. I carefully analyze Evelyn’s trembling body as I think about the Demon King I saw a few months ago.

’Bingo! I figured out her other race...’ I stroke Evelyn’s stomach, which is emitting a faint dark blue glow. Evelyn, still lost in her orgasm, is just trembling on the sofa.

"Hey, Evelyn, I figured out what your other race is. Would you like to know?"

"R-Really?" Evelyn quickly tries to move, pulling off her blindfold, only to moan adorably as the penis rubs against her walls, causing a little of the blue "semen" to leak out from the gaps where we’re joined.

"Yes. Your second race is, in summary, Asura. Although many don’t know this, Asuras aren’t just tied to hatred and anger. They’re actually a category encompassing various types, from warriors to power-obsessed manipulators, and so on." Evelyn’s father is an Asura.

"W-Wow!!! It appeared! In my system! You’re right! I’m one of those Asura things too!" A stupid grin spreads across Evelyn’s face, as if something important had just been returned to her. But that only frustrates me further.

’She’s an Asura... that’s why her voice causes mild brainwashing.’ Asuras affect everything around them with whatever domain they master. If an Asura is a furious warrior, their voice instills "Hatred," "Anger," and "Fury" in those nearby.

’So the Demon King, Evelyn’s father, is an Asura... I’m glad I didn’t fight him... he already looked incredibly strong...’ Fortunately, this information is also a card I can use to manipulate Evelyn.

"That’s right, Evelyn. I’m happy you’re so fascinated to finally learn what you truly are." Indeed, being a Demonic Storm Dragon, an Asura, and a Nymph is genuinely impressive. Even I find it fascinating.

’However... her hybrid nature seems to have left her Asura powers quite weak... still a problem, but she doesn’t pose the danger of a pure-blood.’

"Evelyn, as you can see, I’m always trying to help you. But... I’m getting very sad with all your hesitation. It makes it seem like you don’t like me as much as I like you."

"T-That’s not it..."

"Then prove it." I pull my penis out of her, listening to her long moan as she stares at it, seemingly shocked by the size she hadn’t yet seen.

As that dark blue fluid leaks from her vagina onto the sofa, leaving an obvious trail of magic dissipating into the air.

"I’m going to lie down on the sofa. Please, give me pleasure. Ever since we started, I’ve been trying to cheer you up, give you pleasure, and show you a new world of fun. But I want to have fun too."

"So please, for your dear friend who’s just trying to teach you more about the world, could you get on top of me and ride me?" She looks at the rigid, erect member throbbing and dripping with the mixture of our fluids.

"O-Okay." She gives a weak smile, but in her eyes, I see a glimmer of gratitude. And that’s enough for now.

’[Not bad. Evelyn has a lot of insecurities about who she is. Telling her something she never knew helped her feel better about herself.]’ Arial’s praise is laced with mockery, but I ignore it, focused solely on Evelyn as she stands up from the sofa on trembling legs while I lie down to begin.