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Walking Around the Mansion Exposed
It's been a while since I drew anyting ero. I apologize.
Once my work settled down, I started wanting to draw this, lol.
What follows is the caption in my head (it's long)
"Onee-sama, get moving."
Flandre said as she opened the door to her room. It was 2 AM and the only light in the underground area outside of Flandre's room came from the lamps affixed to the walls.
There was a crimson hemp rope in Flandre's hand, which extended to Remilia's private parts.
"Fuuu!"
Remilia shook her head as she rejected Flandre's pull.
She intended to go along with her sister's playing at first.
Even if things went too far with the rope, she had the strength to tear through it with ease.
She planned to cut the rope and run once Flandre suggested they go outside. But no matter how much she tried, the rope didn't show any sign of ripping. Neither did the muzzle. No matter how much she tried to gnash through it, it didn't have any effect.
"It's no use, onee-sama. I had Patchouli strengthen it with magic. Patchouli sure is amazing, to be able to make it so that not even onee-sama could break it."
"Nmungh?!"
Remilia's face tensed in an instant. She had always been able to cut through the rope and free herself from the bindings with ease.
Recognizing firsthand that she couldn't break through this binding, fear and shame began to rule her body.
"Come on onee-sama, hurry up! You said you'd play with me, right?"
Flandre said as she pulled on the rope around Remilia's privates.
"Fnguuuu!?"
A muffled scream, as well as saliva she couldn't swallow because of the muzzle, leaked of Remilia's mouth.
The rope between her legs slowly spread her labia apart, and the roughly-textured rope slithered up and down across her clitoris.
Thanks to the caressing it had received from Flandre earlier, Remilia's privates had begun to moisten, and the fluids traveled across the rope to the clitoris, and the rubbing of the damp rope forcibly pleasured her.
"Hnf... fa... f-fwah! Hyaheheh! Fleeftof..."
Swallowing a muffled gasp, Remilia begged Flandre for mercy.
"... I can't understand what you're saying. 'It feels so good Flandre-sama'... Is that right?"
"Nnnng--!"
Remilia shook her head from side to side.
"Speak pro-per-ly!"
Flandre pulled the rope lightly with the rhythm of her words.
"Nf! Hah...! Nh..."
The rope slid up and down across Remilia's clitoris with each pull.
Her fluids mixed together, slishing and sloshing across her thin leotard, delivering her to certain ecstasy. Remilia's spine began to shiver.
"If you sit down like this, it won't be good for your health, so I'll have to call Sakuya, okay?"
Flandre said maliciously to Remilia, who seemed close to collapsing.
"Fngu!?"
Remilia stepped down hard to keep her balance as she heard those words, holding back the sudden assault of ecstasy with her stiff mental fortitude.
"Quickly then, move!"
Flandre pulled tightly on the rope, squeezing Remilia's genitals.
"Hiuh!"
Remilia lost to the rope's force and took one step outside of the room.
However, fighting back against the pleasure, she resisted Flandre, not moving another inch.
This was serious. It's true that there aren't many maids around the mansion at night, but that's because there's no one who would dare attack while Remilia was awake. There was no need for defense.
However "few" is not equal to "zero." Just the vicinity of Flandre's room would be okay, but if they went any further and were seen, Remilia's majesty and charisma would drop like a rock.
"(If anyone were to see me in the getup...)"
"Get-mo-ving. Let's go."
This time, Flandre swayed the rope from side to side.
"Nhih?!"
She had only been sliding it up and down between Remilia's legs, but now it was moving left and right. The coarse rope grinded sideways against Remilia's clitoris.
Sparks of climax came with the unfamiliar stimulation, and Remilia was taken by surprised, stumbling forward another step.
Remilia was stronger than Flandre. Normally she was able to resist without any difficulty, rather, she would be able to pull Flandre along by the rope even if she were the one tied up.
But this time was different. The more and more she opposed, the more the rope slid against her clitoris, and her power would escape her as she was given pleasure. Between every lapse of her power, she would be forced to take another step, and she couldn't help but follow Flandre's pulls, one step at a time.
"That's the spirit~âĒ"
Flandre marched onward with a gleeful smile, pulling up and down, left and right.
"Nhaahih!! Fnuuah!"
Remilia stumbled forward while fighting the pleasure, dripping saliva and vaginal fluids in a trail on the floor.
"Shouldn't you keep your voice down? We might get found out, won't we?"
Flandre smirked, placing her red-gloved finger to her lips.
"!?"
"(I, I'm going to be seen!? That's right, this outside her room. Even though we're underground, the noise might reach someone upstairs...)"
"Oh, perhaps you WANT to be seen?"
"!?... Fo... of fourfe fot..."
Remilia felt her clitoris get hard from the twitching of the rope's pressure.
"'No, of course not?' Yeah, I guess not. You're only doing this because you're following along and playing with me, onee-sama. I'm sorry. Well then, let's go."
The rope twitched again, and Remilia felt even more intense pleasure than before overcome her.
"Nmuuu!? Fa... nhaa..."
"... Fufu."
Flandre didn't fail to hear the yelps of pleasure between Remilia's screams.
But she pretended not to hear and didn't point them out. When they arrived at the spiral staircase that led to the surface level, Flandre stopped and turned around.
"What should we do, onee-sama?"
Flandre said as her eyes sparkled crimson.
The scarlet devil's night was still far from over.