The Abduction

Lyrica was born in a mountain village in the Valrates Empire.

Sent to the village orphanage immediately after birth, Lyrica learned the secret of her origins around the age of ten through the whispers of her teachers.

They said her mother and father had left her at the orphanage before going on a journey, never to return. In this remote village orphanage, there were only three orphans: Lyrica, Hans, and Lily.

Still, Lyrica thought herself quite fortunate.

Everyone who saw her luxurious pink hair and clear, shining sky-blue eyes praised her beauty, and growing up with such constant compliments, Lyrica believed she was pretty enough to be adopted into a good home soon.

But as one year passed, then two, and many more slipped by without trace, Lyrica’s expectations faded completely. No one would travel all the way to an orphanage in a self-sufficient mountain village that didn’t even belong to any lord’s territory just to adopt a child.

Yet Lyrica still considered herself quite fortunate.

She was born with a special healing ability. This healing power, which manifested when she was 15, couldn’t cure major illnesses but could easily heal minor wounds and ailments. 

Word of her ability spread through the sparsely populated area, traveling over two mountain passes to the neighboring village, where the only priest heard the news and came looking for her.

On her sixteenth birthday, Lyrica left the orphanage with the priest who had come for her. Afterward, with Priest Emil’s help, she learned to treat patients at the shabby temple in the neighboring village. Healing people was quite difficult work, but it left her with the satisfaction of saving others. After five years had passed, Priest Emil, who had taken in Lyrica, told her:

“With luck, you could become a healing priestess. If you want to become a priestess, I’ll write you a letter of recommendation. The road to the capital is long and arduous, but you’re still young, so you should manage.”

Lyrica decided to become a healing priestess. Though she wasn’t particularly devout like Emil, she couldn’t think of any other way to make a living. She had no special skills or hobbies besides her healing ability. It was fortunate that Emil would write her a recommendation.

Imagining the beautiful capital described by occasional travelers to the village, Lyrica set out on her journey to the Grand Temple.

A few days after leaving Emil and starting her journey, Lyrica woke to the sound of gruff voices that seemed to come from far away.

The conversation grew increasingly louder. Frowning at the dizziness, Lyrica remembered that she had been hit on the head and lost consciousness in an alley of some village.

Opening her eyes, she found herself sitting in a chair with a gag in her mouth and her arms and legs tied behind her. Her clothes had been completely removed, leaving her in only her underwear. 

What happened? Was I kidnapped? My recommendation letter! I didn’t even have much money! Stay calm, stay calm. 

Lyrica pretended to still be unconscious while eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Where did such a beauty come from? And her body has good sensitivity too. We can sell her as premium merchandise at this rate. Hehehe…”

“She really looks delicious. Her underwear is already soaked. I’ve never seen such a lewd body before. What a waste… If we just take her once, it wouldn’t show, would it, Thomson?”

The man called Thomson growled.

“Touch her and I’ll kill you, Wilson. Those old noble perverts who like girls like her even use magic tools to check virginity! If we want to sell her at a high price, we can’t touch her.”

“Damn it. To have a feast right in front of me but not be able to touch it…”

“We’ve given her the drug, so it’ll take effect overnight. Just thinking about what state she’ll be in tomorrow morning already gets me hard. Let’s go back and have our fill with the others, Wilson.”

From their conversation, it seemed they were about to leave her behind. Lyrica tried to think coldly. How can she get out of here? 

But the room she was in was dark with only a small window besides the door the men had left through. A single lit candle dimly illuminated the dark room.

“Mmph… Hmmph… Mmph?!”

Come to think of it, something had felt strange for a while. Looking down at the cold sensation touching her private parts, she saw her underwear was soaking wet.

‘Did I wet myself?’

At the orphanage, they hadn’t paid much attention to the children’s education, and after leaving, she had only lived at the temple, so she had never received proper s*x education. She could only let out bewildered moans at the unfamiliar changes in her body.

As time passed, her underwear became increasingly wet. It didn’t seem like she had urinated, but Lyrica had no idea where the moisture was coming from. Not just below, but her chest felt strange too. 

She could feel her n*pples hardening and swelling, and heat gradually rose from her private parts. Her legs kept crossing, and she found herself wishing someone would do something about her itchy br*asts. 

She became increasingly unable to think clearly due to these unfamiliar sensations. Sweating profusely and letting out heated moans, Lyrica eventually lost consciousness again.

“Kyaaaaaah!”

“Aaaaaaah! Help me!”

Much later, Lyrica woke to chaotic noises. Outside, loud crashes and screams filled the air. She hoped someone had come to capture the bad men who had kidnapped her. Despite still struggling with the overwhelming sensations in her body, Lyrica desperately tried to untie the ropes binding her hands and feet to survive.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmph!”

Just then, the door flung open and a massive silhouette blocked the entrance. Raising her tear-streaked face, she saw a black-haired man looking down at her, holding a sword dripping with blood.

“What is this…. Ha….”

Overcoming her fear, Lyrica struggled to ask the man for help. She blinked her eyes and writhed, asking him to remove her gag and ropes. She didn’t anticipate how her heaving chest, white skin, and reddened eyes would appear to the man.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”

“Sh*t…”

Imperial Knights Captain Noel cursed in bewilderment at the sight before him. While raiding a slave trader’s hideout, he had opened the door upon hearing a faint sound and found a pink-haired woman tied to a chair in just her underwear.

Her full br*asts were half-exposed from her underwear with bright red n*pples standing out, and below, her underwear was so wet it left a dark stain on the wooden chair. 

Heat rose in his normally dormant lower region as the woman pleaded with him, shaking her body while breathing heavily. Barely suppressing his desire to take her right there, forgetting he was on duty, Noel removed her gag and untied her ropes.

“Are you alright?”

“Haa… haa… hic, th-thank you, Sir Knight.”

Damn, even her voice is this beautiful? Is this what they mean by a voice like jade beads rolling on a silver tray? 

Noel desperately tried to calm his growing p*nis by mentally picturing blood, entrails, corpses, monster mucus, ogre intestines, and other grotesque and violent images.

Just then, the woman suddenly let out a moan. Noel flinched and looked at her. Her heavy breathing seemed concerning.

“Haahng… hnngh… Sir Knight, hnngh… my body, hic… feels strange… please help me… haanh…”

“…You’ve been drugged with an aphrodisiac.”

He had heard that these vicious slave traders often did this. They would feed their victims aphrodisiacs several times stronger than narcotics to turn them into s*x slaves who couldn’t bear to be without something inside them, then sell them at high prices to nobles or wealthy individuals with strange s*xual preferences.

He had heard that slaves created this way would die early, their bodies breaking down from being forced to accommodate too many men while consumed by lust. Thinking that the woman before him had suffered such treatment made him feel oddly deflated.

“For now, cover yourself with this and wait here.”

“Hnng… hnn… yes…”

Noel covered her with his uniform jacket and left to handle the remaining business. He made sure to close the door to the room where the woman was.

He arrested all the remaining slave traders and had his subordinates escort them away, then freed the captured women. Fortunately, it seemed the pink-haired woman was the only one who had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. 

After instructing that the women be safely returned to their homes, Noel headed back to the room where the woman was.

“Hnng… ungh… hic! No… haanh…”

When he opened the door, the woman was rubbing her private parts against the corner of the chair while letting out fragile moans. Noel’s c*ck began to harden, threatening to burst through his pants at the unexpected stimulating sight.

“Damn it…”

He strode over and sat the woman back in the chair.

“Rubbing like that won’t get you there even in half a day.”

“Hic! Aaah! Haanh! I feel strange, aaaah!”

Noel pushed aside her underwear and rubbed the woman’s private parts himself. Initially startled and fluttering, she soon began moaning and lifting her hips. 

Her hips, moving vulgarly in contrast to her beautiful appearance, were stimulating. After quickly rubbing her cl*toris, the woman soon shuddered and reached climax before fainting.

Noel cursed, picked her up, and placed her on his horse. The horse headed toward the imperial capital, to the Valter ducal residence.

The horse carrying them stopped in front of a massive mansion. Noel entered the ducal residence with long strides, still carrying the unconscious Lyrica.

The butler and head maid gasped as they welcomed him, dripping with blood.

“Young master, you’ve returned. That blood… and this woman…?”

“Not my blood. Not hers either. Prepare a bath for me, and take her to wash her up too.”

“How should we attend to her?”

The butler tactfully inquired about how to treat the woman, as it was the first time his young master had brought a woman home.

“…Just put her in a suitable room. Let me know when she regains consciousness.”

“Yes, understood. You there, carry this lady. We need to move her to the bathroom.”

“…Hah, no. I’ll take her to the bathroom myself.”

After carrying Lyrica to the bathroom, Noel headed to his room. He needed to wash off the blood quickly and go to the imperial palace to report on the slave trader raid.

Washed clean by the maids, Lyrica was laid on a comfortable bed in a guest room. The maids dressing her whispered to each other.

“She’s really beautiful… Is she the young master’s, you know?” 

Maid Betty wiggled her pinky finger as she spoke to her colleague.

“Seeing how he carried her to the bathroom himself, it seems that way… But didn’t he say to put her in any room? Who would tell others to put their woman just anywhere?”

Noel had never said to put Lyrica “just anywhere,” but that was the impression the servants present had gotten. After all, his attitude didn’t seem like that of someone dealing with a lover.

“Hmm… that’s true. I wonder who this woman is? Well, we’ll find out if we wait.”

“I’m worried about what will happen when the Duke learns about this. Young Master Noel has never brought a woman home before.”

“The Duke is away inspecting the territory and won’t be back for a while. Besides, isn’t Young Master Noel just like the others? Both the Duke and Young Master Lucas keep their distance from women.”

“There’s even a rumor that all three brothers of the ducal family prefer men…”

“Shh! Annie! If that gets out, you’ll be in big trouble! Do you have a death wish?”

“I’m just saying that’s what the rumors say! I won’t breathe a word of it elsewhere. I only told you.”

“Don’t even tell me! I want to work here for a long time. This place pays the highest wages.”

“Fine, fine. I won’t say anything. Let’s get out of here. It could get troublesome if she wakes up because of us.”

After the chattering maids left, silence filled the room. Warm breezes blew through the open window, and with birds chirping in the garden, Lyrica had a happy dream for the first time in a long while.

She dreamed that her mother and father had returned from their journey to take her home, back to their loving family.