Andrey kept Morgana pinned beneath him on the bed. His free hand moved to her large, full breast, squeezing it firmly through the thin violet fabric of her new Magical Girl dress. The softness and weight of it filled his palm perfectly.

’So soft...’ he thought, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh. ’Even though she’s a demon, her body feels incredible.’

He pulled the fabric aside, fully exposing her breast. Her nipple was an inverted type— shyly tucked inward, only the soft pink areola visible. Andrey brushed his thumb over it gently, coaxing it to emerge.

Morgana’s breath hitched. The curse inside her was growing stronger with every touch. A deep, throbbing heat pulsed in her womb, making her body burn with unwanted arousal.

"Nngh... don’t... touch me there—" she tried to snarl, but her voice came out shaky and weak. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her lips as Andrey continued teasing the sensitive area, his thumb circling and gently pressing until her inverted nipple slowly peeked out, hardening under his touch.

"Ah...!"

The more she tried to resist, the stronger the curse became. Her thighs pressed together, but it only made the aching heat between her legs worse. Wetness was already starting to soak through her panties.

Andrey didn’t stop. He continued teasing her breast, rolling the now-protruding nipple between his fingers while his other hand held her wrists above her head. He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You’re sensitive here, aren’t you?"

Morgana bit her lip hard, trying to hold back another moan, but the curse made her body hypersensitive. Her back arched slightly as Andrey played with her chest, her large breasts heaving with every shaky breath.

"Stop... ahhn... you bastard..." she gasped, her voice trembling with both rage and growing pleasure.

But her resistance was crumbling. The heat in her core was becoming unbearable, making her hips twitch weakly beneath him. Her red eyes were glassy, and her cheeks burned with humiliation as her body reacted against her will.

Andrey’s hand slid lower, tracing down her flat stomach before slipping between her thighs. He rubbed her through the dress, feeling how wet she already was.

Morgana’s eyes widened. A louder, more desperate moan escaped her lips.

"Ahhng!! Don’t— don’t touch me there...!"

Andrey looked down at Morgana, who was still struggling beneath him, her body trembling from the curse. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer.

"It’s already too late," he whispered against her ear.

Before she could respond, Andrey lowered his head and slowly licked the sensitive spot just below her ear, tracing the curve with his tongue.

Morgana’s body jolted violently.

"Ahhhn!!" A sharp, involuntary moan escaped her lips. Her crimson skin flushed even deeper as a strong shiver ran down her spine. The combination of the curse and his warm, wet tongue on such a sensitive area made her knees buckle slightly.

"D-Don’t— ahhn...!" she gasped, trying to turn her head away, but Andrey’s grip on her wrists kept her in place.

He continued licking and gently sucking on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. At the same time, his hand slid back to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh and teasing her inverted nipple.

Morgana’s breathing grew ragged. The curse was amplifying every sensation, turning her resistance into a losing battle.

’No... not there... it feels too good... I can’t...’

Her thighs rubbed together as fresh wetness leaked from her core. A soft, needy whimper slipped out despite her efforts to stay silent.

Andrey pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,

"Your body is being very honest right now..."

He licked her ear again, slower this time, while his hand moved down between her legs, rubbing her through the thin fabric of her dress.

Morgana’s hips twitched. Another broken moan escaped her.

"Ahh... stop... you... bastard..."

But her voice lacked conviction. The curse was making her body burn hotter with every touch, and Andrey showed no sign of stopping.

System: Host, you’re getting quite skilled at this. Look at how her body is reacting~ You’ve improved so much~

Andrey clicked his tongue internally.

’It’s because of you. You’re the one who keeps forcing these situations.’

System: Don’t blame others, Host. You’re the one enjoying it, aren’t you? Don’t push the responsibility onto me~

Andrey didn’t reply. Instead, he lowered his head and began licking Morgana’s body. He started at her neck, dragging his warm tongue slowly along her crimson skin, tasting the faint sweetness of her demonic body. He moved lower, licking across her collarbone, then down to the swell of her large breasts.

Morgana gasped sharply, her back arching.

"Ahn!! Don’t... lick me there— nngh...!"

Andrey ignored her protest. He licked around the curve of her breast, then took her erect nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue swirled around it. His hand continued teasing her other breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

Morgana’s thighs clenched together. The curse made every lick and suck feel electric. Her mind was growing hazy again.

’No... not my breasts... Nnhhaa... I can’t... ahhn...’

Andrey moved even lower, licking down her flat stomach, tracing the glowing violet-pink tattoo on her lower abdomen with his tongue. Morgana’s body jerked violently at the sensation.

"Stop!! That place... ahh—!! It’s too sensitive—!!"

But Andrey didn’t stop. He kept licking her skin, tasting her, while his hand slid between her legs again, rubbing her soaked folds through the fabric.

Morgana’s moans grew louder and more desperate. Her pride as a high-ranking demon was crumbling under the relentless teasing and the power of the curse.

Andrey’s hand continued its slow, deliberate exploration. He rubbed Morgana’s soaked panties with his fingers, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through the thin fabric.

"Your skin is beautiful," he murmured, voice low and husky. "So exotic... it makes you look even more stunning like this."

Morgana’s crimson cheeks burned with a mix of rage and shame. She glared at him, trying to hold onto her pride.

"Even if you praise me... I won’t submit— ahn!!"

Her defiant words were cut off by a sharp, involuntary moan as Andrey pressed his fingers more firmly against her clit through the wet fabric, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles.

He didn’t stop. His other hand roamed over her large breasts, squeezing and kneading them while his thumb brushed across her hardened nipples. Morgana’s body trembled beneath him, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but it only made the aching heat between her legs worse.

Andrey leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear as he continued stroking her through the drenched panties.

"You’re getting wetter every second," he whispered. "Your body wants this so badly."

Morgana bit her lip hard, trying to hold back another moan, but it slipped out anyway— soft, needy, and trembling.

"Ahh... nngh... I’m not... enjoying this... you bastard... ahhn—!!"

But her hips twitched weakly against his hand, betraying her words. The curse made every touch feel electric, turning her resistance into a losing battle. Her panties were completely soaked now, the fabric clinging obscenely to her folds.

Andrey kept teasing her, rubbing her clit with steady pressure while occasionally sliding his fingers along her slit, feeling how drenched she was. Morgana’s breathing grew more ragged, her body heating up rapidly under his relentless touch.