I Only Summon Villainesses

Whatever it was that was currently happening to her, I couldn’t give enough fucks to care. The way she clenched on my rod felt like she was trying to crush it with her bare hand.

”Hey Maggie! M—Ma... Maggie Maggie! You can’t hold me like that!”

She tilted her head with mild curiosity.

”Oh? You seem surprisingly docile in this state...”

She twisted my hard rod to the side. To keep the pain from spiking higher I had to shift my whole body in the direction of her hand, wincing like hell the entire time. She sounded amused anyway.

”Oh? It seems to even control your movements. And the way your face twists up. Perhaps I underestimated what this thing can do.”

That dry amusement on her face bloomed into a thin smile.

”It should never be possible for one to control their summoner, yet I feel like I can do exactly that with this.”

I groaned through the pain and forced words out.

”It—it hurtttts.”

She tilted her head again, the motion almost lazy.

”Does it now? I find myself unable to unclench my hand. My body is rising with this strange, uncomfortable heat, and every inch of me is screaming not to let go. So I’m just going to hold it like this... until it breaks. Then maybe I’ll feel okay again.”

Still trapped in that painful groan, I managed to squeeze out a response.

”That... that is not... how you solve it, Maggie.”

She tilted her head a third time.

”Is that so? Then what way do I solve it?”

She twisted again, clamping down even harder.

At once a surge of pure rage shot through me and I thought:

’Why the fuck am I being so docile when I can just repay her the same way?’

My hand shot forward. I grabbed the exact point on her fabric where her nipples pushed against the cloth and squeezed with Summoner’s Touch.

She released a sound that was more growl than shout. Her other hand slammed into my stomach like a battering ram, exploding a burst of wind out behind me. The force lifted my feet slightly before I crashed down toward my knees.

I didn’t quite reach them. My hands stayed locked on her nipples through the fabric, still channeling the skill.

Summoner’s Touch had advanced recently. The name stayed the same, but the effect had grown stronger — just like Feather Step. The moment she threw the punch I’d poured the skill into my grip. Her strike lost most of its power, but what still landed was enough to wrench the guts out of any normal man.

Maggie went stiff. Her whole body trembled. And a strange look crossed her face, something mixed with disgust and a flicker of fear.

I raised my head from below, grinning up at her.

”Hehehe... how does it feel? This is my true power over you...”

She froze completely. For a second she didn’t say anything, just stared down at me in silence. Then her hand lurched forward, faster than I could react. She grabbed my neck and yanked me right up against her.

In the darkness we were suddenly face to face. I could feel her breath, calm and steady, brushing my skin. I was sure she could feel my ragged panting too, but Maggie didn’t seem to care.

If anything, she looked like she was in a trance, staring straight into my eyes with a gaze I couldn’t read at all.

For the first time in my life — despite setting out to cross this exact line — I felt my heart start to tremble.

It was unfamiliar turf. For a long time I thought I had Maggie’s patterns figured out, at least enough to predict the broad strokes. I’d gone into this with shredded hope and the knowledge that I couldn’t keep being passive about my source of growth.

But ever since whatever the hell happened at Los Arcos, she’d become... calmer. More dangerous, sure. But also more like an actual person.

Perhaps the confusion and doubts in her heart had settled. I had no idea what that really meant, but it made the whole interaction terrifying. Because I never actually expected it to go my way.

’Well, it isn’t even exactly going my way.’

Still, it was going some kind of way.

Our faces were so close. One of her hands still clenched my cock, the other my neck. Both of my hands stayed pinched on her nipples.

It was an incredibly awkward position. For some reason neither of us seemed to notice.

The atmosphere, despite the cold darkness pressing in from every side, suddenly felt hot. Flames licked inside my chest. Having her hand wrapped so tightly around my rod sure as hell didn’t help.

Something straightened and hardened even more fiercely than before. The cold of her touch had transformed into warmth.

Something in my gut told me: This is the moment. This has to be the moment.

’God, if I’m wrong again and end up eating another blow, I’m never doing this shit again in my life. I just might repent!’

I moved my right arm — still channeling Summoner’s Touch — and placed my palm against her cheek. I gave her the most passionate look I could manage.

Our eyes met. Even in the darkness, even with that unmistakable evil lurking in her stare, her beauty was undisputed. She was like a gorgeous queen dragged straight from the pit of hell.

And with a heart that was pounding so hard it felt ready to crack my ribs, I leaned in and closed my mouth over the lips of that gorgeous queen from the pit of hell.

It was a strange and different kind of excitement. A flood of it exploded through my chest and then it caused an enraging feeling to rise at the center of my groin.

The mountain was coming up.

Maggie’s body inched closer to mine, her grip softened and my hand traced its way towards her steep waist, slowly tracing down to her curved ass.