“How could I ever dislike you? I truly don’t mind at all. My brothers will feel the same.”

“What if…sniff… everyone comes to hate me…”

“That will never happen. Don’t cry, Lyri. Okay? No one can hurt you while you’re here. And I noticed because of my special circumstances. No one else will know. Even the priest who wrote your recommendation letter didn’t know about this fact, right?”

Lucas licked Lyrica’s tears with his lips repeatedly as he comforted her. Without the three ducal brothers, including himself, realizing it, they had become captivated by this woman in both body and mind. 

He had discovered she was a descendant of nymphs, but that was all. Lyrica could continue living just like before, moaning with pleasure beneath them, eating only the finest foods by their side, and experiencing only the best things in life.

He would keep Lyrica at the ducal residence like this, and even when he returned to the Magic Tower, he would come to feed her his seed whenever he had time. 

His brothers were busy during the day, so he would target those hours. While Lucas enjoyed sharing Lyrica with his brothers, he found it most satisfying when he had her all to himself.

Lucas finally managed to calm the panicking Lyrica and escorted her to the room where she had etiquette lessons. After turning away, he dragged Noel from the training grounds to Lian’s office. As expected, none of them showed much reaction to the news that Lyrica had nymph blood in her.

“So that’s why she looked so fairy-like. It’s fortunate that it helped detoxify the aphrodisiac, even if just a little.”

“Ha… so that fairy-like creature really did bewitch me. I wondered why she was so exceptionally beautiful… So is she so soft because she’s a fairy?”

“Lucas, who else knows about this besides us?”

“No one but us. Even I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t tried the Nymph’s Tear on her.”

“At least we’re spared the trouble of silencing anyone.”

Whether Lyrica had nymph blood or not didn’t matter to them. At some point, they had all become captivated by her and were desperately trying to win even a small piece of her heart. Lucas gave a bitter smile before telling his brothers what he had discovered.

“I got hold of the aphrodisiac Lyrica consumed and investigated it. The slave traders had been placed under a silencing spell. Every one of them who tried to talk about where the drug came from had their tongue cut off and died. The funnier thing is they didn’t even know they were under a silencing spell. The drug was only sold to idiots who signed contracts without reading them.”

“Using a silencing spell means they were determined to hide the drug’s source. Did they really need to go that far?”

“That drug, even Bezoarte doesn’t work against it. Did you brothers know that?”

Bezoarte was an antidote made from goat bezoars. While it was so expensive that an ordinary citizen would need to save every penny of their lifetime earnings to afford it, it was a famous remedy available to anyone with sufficient money.

Moreover, it had detoxifying effects against almost all substances, including narcotics, so a small number of wealthy nobles would always consume Bezoarte after enjoying drugs to avoid addiction.

“I knew about it. I tried giving it to Lyrica, but it had no effect.”

“Do you know what it means when Bezoarte doesn’t work? It means the drug Lyrica consumed is a product of black magic.”

“What? Black magic? Why bring up black magic all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t black magic something that was used in ancient times and then abandoned?”

Seeing his brothers’ bewildered expressions, Lucas sighed and explained. Non-mages, really…

“The fact that no antidote exists means they deliberately created the drug with the intention of using it for a curse, and the only method that makes this possible is black magic.”

Narcotics and poisons, when used in small amounts, could actually have therapeutic effects or relieve pain.

However, in the case of the aphrodisiac Lyrica consumed, while fortunately having no effect when taken in tiny amounts, even a small dose would grow inside the body until the person became just as addicted as someone who had taken a full dose. 

It was a product with no benefits whatsoever, created purely with malicious intent. To make such a drug required not ordinary magic but black magic.

Casting black magic required payment. Part of the caster’s life force, and the life force of others.

Even after paying the price, the success rate remained slim, and even when successful, the caster suffered the side effect of becoming more corrupt with each spell. 

For this reason, black magic had been banned early in the empire and, though barely kept alive by followers, was now almost extinct.

“Then the purpose of those who made the drug wasn’t simply to create s*x slaves. They created the aphrodisiac with the wealthy class who could afford antidotes in mind.”

The underworld was already flooded with aphrodisiacs, practically tripping over them.

Yet they still used black magic to create an aphrodisiac without an antidote. This was evidence that the purpose behind making the drug didn’t align with its function.

Because Lyrica was a victim of this aphrodisiac, Lucas was determined to find out who made it and for what purpose.

“I’m going to investigate this in more detail now.”

Noel also frowned and said, “I thought it was just made by some crazy pervert, but this seems more serious than I expected. I should report this to His Majesty in more detail.”

After thinking deeply for a while, Lian advised Lucas and Noel, “Include the Kingdom of Saibria in your investigation. His Majesty probably knows this already, but there have been reports of suspicious activities there recently.”

“Saibria?”

The Kingdom of Saibria was located on the border of the empire, with fertile soil that focused on agricultural production. 

It was a country that had survived by being the first to offer grain and declare itself a vassal state when the emperor two generations ago conquered neighboring countries.

“There was a recent rebellion, and a branch of the royal family took the throne. Since then, their attitude has changed strangely.”

“I understand. I’ll start investigating there. Oh, and since I haven’t been here for a while, can I spend tonight with Lyrica? You know what I mean, right? Brother Noel doesn’t need to come either. I’ll even bathe her myself.”

“This guy!”

An irritating smile appeared on Lucas’s handsome face. Leaving the furious Noel behind, he went to his room and contacted the Magic Tower. 

The fact that black magic, supposedly extinct, was being openly practiced was a serious issue, but if the suspicious neighboring kingdom was involved, the black mages’ influence might be greater than expected. 

Since this could develop into an international issue that he couldn’t handle alone, he needed to inform the Tower Master and prepare for any contingency. 

He sent a message to the Tower Master through a magical transmitter, asking for cooperation. Then he went through a secret passage to Lyrica’s room to wait for her. As dusk fell, Lyrica trudged back to her room.

“Lucas?”

“Lyri, since we haven’t seen each other for a while, can I stay with you tonight?”

“Yes….”

Lyrica couldn’t hide her troubled feelings from earlier. Mixed blood from another race in her. They say it’s fine now, but she was constantly anxious that Lian, Noel, and Lucas might come to dislike her someday. 

Lyrica ran into Lucas’s arms and hugged him. 

‘Don’t hate me, I don’t want to be thrown out….’

Instinctively, Lyrica began to crave their affection to avoid abandonment. Lucas embraced her back with a pleased smile.

“You’ve grown more demanding, Lyri.”

“Yes… hold me. I want to drink Lucas’s cum….”

Lucas became er*ect at Lyrica’s words. The bewitching fairy was deliberately enticing him. He immediately devoured her lips. When he untied the ribbon at her waist, her dress slipped down. 

Lucas kneaded her perky br*asts and teased their peaks with his fingertips as he explored her body.

“Mmm, Lucas….”

Lyrica’s eyes began to burn with heat. He lifted her up and laid her on the bed, then slipped his head under her chemise. He pulled aside her soaked underwear with his teeth and licked her cl*toris before sucking on it, causing Lyrica’s waist to arch like a bow.

“Ahhh! It feels good, hnnng… haaa!”

“Haaa… I missed this p*ssy so much, Lyri. Why does it smell so sweet?”

Lyrica, floating in pleasure, spread her legs wide and begged Lucas. The memory of their passionate times together came vividly to mind, making her impatient.

“Ahhh… Lucas, quickly… put your c*ck in Lyri’s p*ssy….”

“Lyri, today I’m going to feed your back p*ssy with cum. Okay?”

“Umm… back p*ssy?”

While Lyrica was still puzzling over the term “back p*ssy,” Lucas, with a sly smile, began inserting his finger into her rear hole. Realizing what “back p*ssy” meant, Lyrica was startled and turned pale.

“Ah, no! Hnng… not there…!”

“If you’re going to take three c*cks, you need three holes, right? It’s not particularly pleasant when my brother’s c*ck rubs against mine when we put two in your p*ssy.”

“Uhhh… no, I don’t want to… it will hurt….”

“Shhh… Lyrica, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good. Okay?”

Lucas snapped his fingers, and a soft rope that moved like a snake appeared. The rope tightly bound Lyrica’s hands and feet behind her.

Surprised by her limbs being suddenly tied, Lyrica then shuddered at the cold, gelatinous sensation touching her b*ttocks. 

That jelly-like substance, ignoring her struggles, penetrated inside her. Lyrica writhed at the strange feeling and the pleasure rising from it. No way, she can feel pleasure here too? What’s happening to her?

“Eek! Haaa… no, ahhh… it feels strange… aaah!”

“Since you said the drug doesn’t work well on you, I brought slime fluid with a higher concentration. Now your back hole will feel just as good as your p*ssy when I f*ck it, Lyri.”