Bribed by the Demon Lord Right Before the Ending

■ Practice □

“Can you try taking off your skirt first?”

A little while ago, when she was masturbating alone, her hands were hidden under the skirt, so I couldn’t see exactly how she was doing it.

This was the reason for my request.

Following my instruction, Camilla withdrew her hands from underneath her skirt and began to undress. She unbuttoned the waist and pulled out her heart-shaped tail from the hole on the hips, causing her ashen maid skirt to fall with a soft thud onto the floor.

Because of her earlier solo act, her panties were visibly stained, appearing dark gray even through the white pantyhose.

Originally white, they had been thoroughly soaked in her arousal.

Upon seeing this, Camilla seemed embarrassed, biting her lips.

I presumed that, having slipped her hands beneath her skirt, she hadn’t engaged in direct penetration but rather followed her instincts by rubbing over her panties with her fingers.

Like a pubescent girl just discovering her sexual urges, Camilla sat there unsure of what to do next. I gave her further instructions.

“So… take off your panties now.”

Camilla hesitated as she reached inside her stockings and then asked again.

“My panties too?”

I nodded.

“Yes, so I can see more clearly how you pleasure yourself.”

“…Alright.”

With an expression of reluctant acceptance, Camilla hooked her fingers into the edges of her white pantyhose. Slowly pulling them down from her pelvis, her pale thighs emerged first, followed by her slender calves, and finally her delicate ankles appeared as she slid out of the white stockings.

“…It’s a bit cold.”

Now wearing nothing on her lower half except her panties, Camilla muttered this as she handed me the warm stockings she had just removed, rolling them up tightly.

“Please hold these.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I stuffed the stockings, which carried her scent, into my robe pocket before speaking.

“Wait just a moment.”

Despite setting up a large bonfire dug into the ground at the center of the tent for heating, the temperature still felt quite low.

Even indoors, exposing oneself naked in a snow-covered mountain would generally be considered suicidal behavior.

But I had magic.

If Dorothea, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, could do it, why couldn’t I, another mage of the same caliber?

I began operating the virtual Magic Circuits within my body, and a seamless wall of wind formed at the entrance of the tent, blocking the cold drafts.

Now we wouldn’t have to worry about cold air entering from outside.

Next, it was time to heat the air inside the tent.

‘Firebird Wind’

This spell originally created powerful hot winds, but I intended to use it as a heater instead.

Since it wasn’t for attack, I reduced its power to the minimum and waited until the hot air spread evenly throughout the tent.

Through convection, the hot air rises and the cold air sinks; if this process repeats several times in a confined space, it naturally forms a heat dome.

As the temperature inside the tent rose significantly, Camilla’s shivering eased, and her expression became more relaxed.

After confirming her comfort, I signaled her to continue.

Nodding, Camilla took off her last piece of clothing—the white panties already deeply stained gray with her arousal, creating long strands of fluid as they were removed.

“Oooh…”

I involuntarily let out a sigh of admiration at the sight.

Just witnessing that scene was enough to confirm that enduring such inconvenience was worth it.

My enthusiasm increased slightly.

“Can you come a bit closer?”

Though embarrassed, Camilla approached a few steps forward upon my command.

Observing closely, her clenched womanhood was adorned with faint peach fuzz. The hairs being white made them almost invisible, giving her the appearance of having nearly hairless genitalia.

Is it really possible for someone to be both hairy and appear hairless?

Honestly, it’s extremely alluring.

Seemingly sensing my passionate gaze, Camilla covered her privates with her palm out of embarrassment.

Realizing this wouldn’t do, I forced myself to look away from her lower body.

I wasn’t here to get intimate with her right now.

Our relationship is strictly teacher and student, and my purpose is to impart the sexual knowledge she desires.

Regaining my original focus after a deep breath, I instructed her.

“Now let’s try another way of self-pleasure.”

“…Yes.”

I squatted in front of her lower body and commanded.

“Spread your legs a bit wider.”

“Excuse me? My legs?”

She seemed clueless about why I was asking her to do this, but I pushed firmly.

“Why are you questioning everything? Just follow my instructions. This isn’t for my benefit, you know.”

“…Understood.”

Feeling somewhat subdued, Camilla did as I said, sitting on her bed and spreading her legs left and right.

As a result, her tightly closed labia parted naturally, revealing the pink inner flesh.

Her honey pot was already drenched.

She was ready to receive penetration without any foreplay.

I added further instructions.

“Try touching that small bump there with your fingers.”

“…This one?”

Lowering her head, Camilla innocently touched her engorged clitoris as per my command.

At that exact moment,

“Aaaaahhh!!”

Her slim back arched straight, and her wings and tail flailed like a fish struck by a spear.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she had never experienced before, she lost control.

Pshh! Psh!

Through her parted folds, streams of liquid gushed out uncontrollably.

Watching this, I covered my face with my hand, feeling baffled.

She may be a Succubus with first-class sensitivity, but her vagina seems amateurish—what’s up with this fatal contradiction?

Looks like we’ve got a long way to go.

Breathing heavily and basking in the aftermath of her first orgasm, I continued explaining to Camilla, who seemed dazed.

“The bump you just touched is called the clitoris. It’s highly sensitive due to the concentration of blood vessels, and most women touch it frequently during sex or masturbation.”

However, Camilla barely listened, staring blankly at the ceiling like a frog with her legs splayed open until she finally came to her senses and hastily closed them.

She must have realized how embarrassing her previous display was.

‘Hmm. What should I do?’

I originally planned to teach her finger penetration as well.

But given how sensitive her body was, continuing the lesson seemed impossible, so I decided to end it at an appropriate timing.

We had progressed quite far already, and pushing too hard on the first day wouldn’t be good.

“I guess that’s all for today.”

“…I can do more.”

“Are you boasting after losing control just from touching your clitoris once?”

Initially, I only intended to teach her briefly, but focusing on it caused more time to pass than expected.

It’s all because her body is too enticing.

While laying Camilla, who still seemed unsteady, on the bed, I said,

“In the next session, I’ll teach you about tool-assisted masturbation. In the meantime, build up some tolerance to pleasure. That’s your homework.”

In response, Camilla obediently nodded despite her exhausted demeanor.

‘Alright, then…’

I glanced around the tent.

The place, which had been clean just a few hours ago, was now a mess due to the fluids discharged from Camilla’s womanhood.

If I leave it like this, it’ll be discovered soon…

‘I’d better clean it up.’

I decided to give Camilla a short rest on the bed since she was exhausted from continuous masturbation.

First, I dissolved the wind barrier blocking the entrance, allowing the trapped air to naturally vent outside.

Second, I needed to eliminate the lewd smell permeating the tent.

The sweat emanating from a Succubus’s body contains plenty of pheromones, acting like an aphrodisiac that excites anyone who smells it.

Chik! Chik!

Although I didn’t bring it for this purpose, fabric deodorizers work perfectly for eliminating odors in tight, enclosed spaces.

Spraying deodorizer into the air quickly transformed the tent’s sultry aroma into a refreshing herbal scent.

Still, it felt insufficient, so I wandered around the tent spraying deodorizer everywhere and used magic to erase any remaining evidence.

After finishing the cleanup, the sun outside had already begun to set.

Camilla, who had taken a 30-minute nap on the bed, woke up looking satisfied and declared she would thoroughly review the lesson.

“I’ll teach you more next time, prepared accordingly.”

Apparently, she needs suitable reference materials.

Since we had nothing else to do afterward, we sat together on the bed chatting casually when a familiar voice called from outside.

“Partarth!”

Wondering what it was about, I peeked out to see Eva, the Centaur, waiting in front of the tent.

“If you’re free, shall we go eat dinner together?”

It seemed like a considerate offer for us, newcomers transferred here today, so I gladly accepted.