F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!

Chapter 333: Deal Made (R-18)

I look down at Shizuka from up here, and she seems extremely uncomfortable with what she just agreed to. Obviously, I don’t feel great about manipulating someone into doing and accepting terrible things either.

But I need her obedient, and unfortunately, both Arial and Nerina taught me far too well how a nymph should act to control people, and seduction is the best path.

Since my plan is for Eve to be Shizuka’s tutor/master, I believe that making Shizuka see my body as something to desire will push her closer to Eve, given that she won’t be able to have me.

Obviously, I don’t plan to escalate this behavior into anything actually sexual. The most Shizuka will get from me are glimpses of my body and my beauty. Beyond that, she’ll have to satisfy herself entirely on her own.

’Curses...’ Esther helped me create a set of curses to place on the chosen soul, and Esther is truly so wicked. One of the curses will be very closely tied to this context.

"D-Devil... I-I only n-need to do this once, right?" she asks, looking up. You can tell she’s scared of what the future will show her.

"Yes, you only need to do it once, and then I’ll kill one of the people who bully you." This is also a test for me. I don’t know if Shizuka is the type who feels remorse or not. I’ve already assessed that she doesn’t care about killing people.

But killing and not regretting are different things. I kill people too, but I don’t like it. However, I stopped feeling remorse for it some time ago. After all, remorse is a luxury for those whose morals actually work.

Now, what about Shizuka? Will her morals allow her to kill, regret it or not regret it, and still choose to keep killing? Considering that Shizuka will be a weapon, she’ll have to take many innocent lives in my place.

Of course, what I want isn’t for her to kill without regret. What I want is just proof that she’s the right choice. If I see that she becomes fascinated, euphoric, and enchanted by death, I’ll walk away and look for another girl. After all, I don’t want a psychopath with immense powers.

"O-Ok... b-but if someone is coming—"

"Don’t worry, I’ve already sealed the bathroom. No one will be able to get in here," I say to her as she tosses the tray into the trash.

"...W-Why would you want me to m-masturbate u-using your image?"

"Simply because it’s what works best." It’s what a nymph does. It’s the modus operandi of most nymphs. A terrible irony, isn’t it? Every nymph operates through seduction, and they simply do it because it works. It always has worked, and it always will work.

It’s harder to overcome desire than pain, just as it’s harder to extinguish obsessive love than violence. Before, I never really understood why people drowned in the waters of a lake nymph or died beneath the roots of a forest nymph.

It seemed so foolish to cling to a desire that would cause your death, one you had prior knowledge of. But now, after everything I’ve been through, I can understand. Desires are something far too intense, almost animalistic, overriding reason.

I know this because I desire Esther only for myself, and I feel like I would kill any girl who tried to steal her from me, showing just how terrible I’ve become over the time I’ve spent with Esther, and how the love that grew for her has changed me.

"Now begin, Shizuka. The longer you take, the more tedious and awkward the situation will become," I say to her as she just stares at me.

"I-I... I-I don’t know what to do..."

"...Are you kidding me? You’ve never touched yourself before?"

"I-I n-never had time for that!! A-And I-I couldn’t do it at home e-even if I had time."

"...Pull down your skirt and take off your panties."

"B-But you’ll see!!"

"You’re already seeing my private parts. Does it really make any difference if I see yours? Come on, don’t be so puritanical. Just think about how good it will feel to break free from the rules at least once in your life."

"..." She stands up from the toilet seat, which is closed since she was sitting on it, and starts lowering her skirt, her face red with shame.

"D-Done..." she says after having finished taking off her skirt and panties.

"Place them on the toilet paper holder there, so you avoid dirtying your clothes... now... considering that I’m your object of desire, just watch closely and touch yourself. Think of me as your sweet lover who came to free you from your pain," I say, hopping down inside the bathroom stall and stopping in front of her. I lift my skirt, showing her my private parts.

’This is a bit... embarrassing.’ It’s strange doing this for someone who isn’t Esther, but considering she’s only going to look, I suppose it’s fine. It’s a small price to pay to obtain the "absolute weapon" capable of killing the queen of angels.

’I’m a nymph... I must take advantage of what my powers have to offer...’

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"Place them on the toilet paper holder there, so you avoid dirtying your clothes... now... considering that I’m your object of desire, just watch closely and touch yourself. Think of me as your sweet lover who came to free you from your pain," Evelyn says to me, hopping down inside the bathroom stall.

Then she lifts her skirt without any shame, which makes me feel strange. It’s so embarrassing. Why do I have to masturbate for the devil? I’m so unlucky.

"..."

"Don’t just stand there staring without doing anything. Sit on the toilet lid and spread your legs. Am I really going to have to teach you everything?" she says with an eye roll.

"O-Ok..." I murmur, staring at her private part. It’s almost unreal. Can girls really be this beautiful? Or is it just because she’s a demon?

"I feel like you just thought something offensive! Let it be known, Shizuka, that there is nothing in the universe more beautiful than me! I am the most gorgeous being in existence, and you are lucky to be able to see my image and use it for lewd acts!!" she says in a very narcissistic way about her appearance, even though I didn’t say anything.

"..." I lower my fingers to my private parts, just wanting to end this weird situation. But when I touch my pussy and start rubbing my fingers over it, I can’t feel much of anything.

It’s true that my heart is racing, and the situation somehow feels electrifying, but still, it’s not exactly "arousing."

"...I see you’re having difficulties... haah... well, considering it’s your first time, I guess I’ll give you a little help," she says, holding the hem of her skirt with one hand. Then she runs two fingers over her own pussy, sliding them inside gently. The movement seems so graceful and elegant, even though it’s so obscene.

But it ends very quickly, and soon she points her two fingers, coated with that softly viscous, transparent fluid.

"Suck."

"W-What? W-Why would I do that?!"

"Just suck. Think of it as a small recreational drug, courtesy of your favorite nymph. It’s like a sweet little pot of honey that you’re getting the chance to taste."

"..." With an expression somewhere near disgust, I open my mouth and let her bring her fingers closer. It seems kind of gross to taste another girl’s fluids, but when it touches my mouth, I feel like I’m going to melt.

It’s easily the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Sweet, addictive, and it makes my pussy start dripping, wetting the toilet lid.

"Haah... haah..." I pant, confused, feeling like I’m catching fire from the inside.

"Don’t get too used to it. I’m just giving you a hand on your first time. I won’t do this again," she says, wiping her fingers on her dress as if trying to clean off something dirty. It makes me feel embarrassed and somewhat humiliated.

"...O-Ok..." I take a deep breath, resuming the act of touching myself, but now it’s much more intense. My whole body is more sensitive.

"H-Hmmmm." Without meaning to, my finger slips inside, making me moan and arch forward. The sensation makes me bite my lips as I stare at her pussy, at the source of that sweet liquid.

My fingers, as if imagining they could enter that sweet slit to collect its honey, start penetrating my pussy more intensely while I stare at her pussy like the most precious treasure of all.

With my somewhat erratic and messy movements, my fluids spray onto the floor and the lid as a wet sound echoes through the empty bathroom. My breathless moans are one of the few things I hear as my face draws closer.

An intense orgasm hits me as if tearing me apart, and my fingers work intensely, too fast inside me. My body trembles, but my mind, hypnotized by the flavor I tasted so briefly, seems to ignore my body.

But when I stretch my tongue out to collect more of that sweet nectar of the gods, I feel a hand shoving my face away, which makes me slip on the slick toilet lid and fall on my ass onto the floor, hearing a wet thud.

"H-Huh?" I look up, and my body loses almost all its heat immediately, because a terrible fear of death surges when I see Evelyn’s look of pure disgust. A look that really only reinforces the fact that I call her a devil.

"I said no touching. Do that again and I’ll break your hands... I see you came. I hope you took advantage of this chance. You really look like a very dirty and filthy woman, but a deal’s a deal. I’m off to kill someone. See you tomorrow," she says with a "Tsk," as if even spitting on me is something I don’t deserve, and she leaves, walking through the door.

"..." I look at my hand, a drenched mixture of love juice and blood from having shoved my fingers in too deep and carelessly.

"D-Dirty..." An intense shame and disgust invade me as I grasp the word. Yes, I really do look very dirty right now.