Chapter 0 - Tea Time!

Japan is home to many artifacts, many of which Rance stumbles across and doesn't even think about. If it's not useful or a shell Rance really doesn't care about it. Some dungeons are gold mines, sporting useful item after useful item, or like the actual gold mine in Sado. Some are relatively disappointing if not downright useless to him like the study dungeon. Rance doesn’t need to study after-all, he’s kind of a genius. Japan is a mixed bag of riches and wastes of time that constantly shifts Rance between a state of boredom and loving every minute.

One of the best artifacts that one can find in even the most disappointing dungeon is ogre bones. While most of what Pluepet has to sell is relatively worthless sometimes he'll surprise even himself with some rare or exciting find from the continent.

Today Pluepet sold Rance a medallion attached to a necklace. Supposedly it can hypnotize someone, make them do what you want and whatever you order.

All Rance has to do is figure out how to use it, and he's got just the plan.


The pink-haired demon king is just the right amount of naive and cute to not figure out what Rance is trying to do if the medallion fails so she's the first person he thinks of. The second is Kouhime, but what use could he get out of that? Miki has a nice pair of tits for her size and legs he can watch shake from the thrusting of his hyper weapon till nightfall. All Kouhime brings to the 'hypnotize' table is another reason to sigh at having to wait three years before touching her. The final consideration is, of course, Sill but then he probably wouldn’t notice a big difference if she was hypnotized. After-all Sill is a slave, so doing what he says is already ingrained in her.

With such calculations made simple by his genius, Rance determines that the best way to test the medallion is to invite her to tea.

He's barely holding in his excitement when the blue-eyed brew of concentrated evil timidly slips around the sliding door into his private room. Her dress is as normal, red and flowing down to a little below her knees. It's big and dramatic but it's not unappealing. In fact, he's taken a lot of care to try and figure out the exact amount of gust he has to send her way to make it fly up for a panty shot. From slamming doors next to her to finding whatever reason pops into his head to swing his sword in her direction, to having Sill shoot actual wind at her. Nothing that gives him a challenge to brainstorm through like that could be unappealing.

"Thank-you for inviting me, Rance-san." The girl says while politely clasping her hands together. She approaches the table he had set up just for this without any of the reservation a girl like her should have walking into a lion's den. Of course, that's the point of choosing her, she's innocent, trusting. Miki is the perfect test case for his new artifact and he’s going to enjoy every minute of abusing it on her. It’s got him so excited he’s jittering a little in place. “I don’t have many chances to sit down with friends and drink tea anymore.”

"You’ve had it before?" Rance asks, if only just to get her talking while waiting for her. He watches with satisfaction as she sits down, her legs kicking a little in her chair with youthful excitement. It takes him a moment to remember why she’s here at the image before he grabs the kettle and begins to pour her a cup. "Having it every day like this is new to me, Japan sure is different."

"It's very common where I'm from." Miki explains, wrapping her slim fingers around the cup and bringing it to her lips without hesitation. She doesn’t even wait for it to cool down, she just drinks with a smile that displays her constitution. She doesn't seem to notice the way the scalding liquid steams from her mouth, but then why would she? To even have a chance of harming her tongue the tea would have to be imbued with divine power. It's not a phantasmal weapon, it's a cup of tea. "Sill-san makes it really well." Miki compliments. "You get to have hers every day I'm a bit jealous."

"It’s not so great.” He denies, “besides, she'll make it for whoever I want her to. If you want it so much just come to my room more."

"I wouldn't want to walk in on something weird." Miki says softly, her nose twitching at the no doubt extensive scents littered throughout his room from his adventures with various girls. "Besides, Kentarou-kun might get jealous if I spend too much time here."

"Gahh, forget that. It's innocent, it's tea, he's not some jealous jerk, is he? If he is, you should forget about him and be my woman."

Miki sips deeply to give herself a moment to temper her distaste. "He's not, Kentarou-kun is the perfect gentleman." She denies. "You're right, he probably wouldn't mind. This time tomorrow?"

"I’ll be waiting." He can hardly hide his grin while palming the device under the table. He wonders just what he should make her do first. He also has to wonder if it'll even work on the Demon King. While it wouldn’t make this a waste of time if it doesn’t, after-all tea time every day will let him get close to her and show her what a loser Kentarou is compared to a real hero, it would still be really disappointing. He paid a lot of bones for this to the merchant and she's super cute, he wants to do her now! "I'll make sure nothing weird is happening when you walk in." Of course, after she's already here is a different story.

"Thank-you Rance-san." She sips, smiling a little brighter at his kindness in a way that would melt his heart if it were frozen to begin with.

Instead, he waits for her to let her guard down, any moment now she'll put down the tea and he'll say it. Any moment, any-now. "Would you like to see something I found the other day?" He asks. Smirking at the way her face contorts half in a desire to say no under the expectation that it'll be dirty, half with a desire to be polite. He settles for just appeasing her. "It's nothing like that, I just thought maybe you'd be able to appreciate it. None of my commanders get it."

"Ah, is it a Shell? I've heard you collect shells.” She asks, eyes lighting up as her apprehension bleeds away. “Is it shiny?”

“Very shiny,” he says after a moment, “but it’s not a shell. Watch closely.” The moment she nods and he’s sure he has her attention he swipes his hand up in a flash, throwing the medallion into the air to ensure she focuses on it as it flips and spins. The light glimmers off its golden surface and he averts his eyes just in time to miss a magical shimmer. It lands on the table in a series of rhythmic tones and chimes. Spinning much like a top on the wooden surface.

The medallion didn’t come with instructions. Either it worked or it didn’t. “It even makes a nice ring when it hits the table.” He boasts to keep the conversation moving in case it didn’t work, a successful hero is always planning after all.

He needn’t have, Miki's blue eyes stare faded and foggy, her gaze encompassed entirely by the golden object resting in-between their cups. Enamored doesn’t truly begin to describe it, it’s as if nothing else exists and the medallion is the only thing left, just her and it. "Huh." Rance sounds, reaching over to slide it across the table closer to her. He watches how her eyes follow it, bringing it back then forth again. "Miki?" He asks, just to be sure.

A few moments pass before she answers. It’s not her normal voice, not enthused or filled with the youthful energy that makes her Miki. It’s toneless, dead, a little creepy. "Yes, Rance-sama?"

That's enough for him. Simply the addition of the 'sama' is enough to make him rub his hands together and cackle not unlike that of a villain. "It worked, didn't it? You're completely under its spell. Miki, I want you to remember none of what I'm about to do, okay?"

"Okay Rance-sama..."

He jumps up quickly to try and startle her, and can't help but giggle like a child when she doesn't flinch or move or anything but stare at the medallion. "Stand up." He orders while running around the table, unable to get to her quick enough for his bustling excitement. The first thing he does when she stands is step in right behind her and wrap his arms around her slim waist. Something innocent just to test if sensations will break it. "Gahaha, it's really gonna work isn't it? As expected of me."

His hands slip up her flat belly and his fingers tread roughly up her shirt. He’s rougher than with any other girl, abusing her fair skin simply because he can. He doesn't have to worry about hurting her, she's invincible. He could fuck her face-first into a sword and he’d be in more danger than she would be. An invincible girl like that is about to fall before his prowess, he's sure of that. It’s enough to make his thoughts and fantasies go wild.
Her soft lips ring with a 'hau' when his hands find themselves at her breasts. Even through her top she's unbelievably soft and cloud like in his grip. Better yet despite her invincibility, she’s clearly sensitive if her reddening face is to be believed. "Take your shirt off." He orders her to strip instead of stripping her himself so that he can continue to play with her as she loses her clothing.

He has to admire how her soft hands feel against his when she struggles to undo a button he playfully blocks. The feeling on his skin gives him insight into exactly how they’d feel wrapped around him. For now, he simply enjoys the way her tits feel under his palms as her shirt leaves her form. She leaves no small amount of creamy Miki for him to explore. He can’t help but focus on the moment she pulls her shirt away from his hands. It’s an exotic feeling, as if she’s begging him to let her feel him more directly in the only way she can.

"You're wearing a bra huh." He notes aloud as his fingers play with the thin layer protecting her supple skin from him, or trying at least. It’s thin enough for him to feel her stiffening nipples underneath it regardless of its intents. "You're a proper girl huh?" He teases, quickly removing her bra himself and watching as her tits flow out to be captured by his wrists. They’re hot and sensitive to the touch, only taking a few slips of his fingers on her bare skin to bring about a high pitched moan.

"Maybe not." He laughs, gripping her nipples between two fingers each and twisting just enough to make her react and give him a show. "Hau-haah!" She shakes in place and falls back against him, her warmth almost too intense for him to resist any longer. "Hooh!" He squeezes her tightly to his body so he can get a full feel of every shake and tremble of her. Her skin is his toy and it's a very nice toy he can appreciate all day if he so chooses.

"Kentarou doesn't make you feel like this does he?" Rance asks.

The medallion doesn't appear to remove her ability to answer because she shakes her head. "Never like this." She says softly. "Kentarou-kun and I are pure."

"Pure huh? Kiss me!" Her head shifts to do so but he's on her before she can finish the movement. His experienced lips overtake her innocent soft ones in an instant, forcing her to moan again before he even reasserts his hands. He does of course, eliciting more of her gentle moans with every twist and squeeze. Their tongues intertwine for just a moment before he's pressing forward, pushing his tongue deeper and violating her more and more with every passing instant.

One of his hands stops milking her breast like a magic machine so it can slip down her soft body to her thighs. He realizes she really does have flawless skin as his hands slip down her tit, taking comfort in the heat she radiates and the silk touch to her every inch. He can understand why she was picked to be the next lord of evil. Who wouldn't want to serve someone like this? You know except him, the hero of justice Rance-sama serves no-one.

He slaps her ass with a hearty thwack, causing her ass to jiggle and shift underneath his hand. There’s enough of her to be worth squeezing and playing with her cheeks. He could spend all day playing with her ass and breasts, violating her mouth and making her moan.

"Mmnnahhh-" Miki's gasping eggs him on, motivates him to drive her closer with more intense play until her legs are wobbly and her panties are soaked. Only when he’s almost brought her to her knees does he slip her long skirt to the floor, allowing his eyes to truly see her for what she has to offer. The girl standing gracefully with nothing to protect her but one soaked layer is a bastion of innocence. Her panties are white with blue stripes, and that makes him chuckle. “Miki is an A-ranked woman.” He decides allowed, before finally permitting their lips to separate and his hands to leave her figure. He sits on her chair with a cocky grin.

"Awww.." Miki whimpers immediately in response to his neglect, gently begging him to come back with need in her cloudy eyes.

"I want you to take it off." He points towards her last vestige, "and then I want you to please me."

"How do I..." The young girl struggles for a moment, her higher thoughts trying to stir to solve the issue before her. Her hands dip down and play at the band, hesitating stiffly in a way that makes him wonder if the medallion is losing its effect. He lifts it up and shines it in her face just to make sure, and is instantly rewarded. As if all apprehension has been wiped clean she closes her legs together and slips her wet protection as if it is some dirty rag.

Her virgin entrance is almost hidden from view by her outer lips, it's so lacking in definition or stretching that he can't help but leer at its neglect. The knowledge that she's not even touched herself is enough to excite his heroic blood. “Have you done this before?” He asks, “Touched yourself down there,” he clarifies at her confused eyes.

“Ah-no.” Her hair flows around her breasts with the shake of her head, giving him a sweet-hearted show to stare at while his blood boils with giddy excitement. He'll be her first, he'll be her second. He'll likely be her hundredth, and there's not a thing she or Kentarou can do about it.

She steps forward, coming closer and allowing him to take in her heat once again. Her body's magical in it, almost divine in all the wrong ways. She radiates a warmth that almost overwhelms his human mind, it would certainly overwhelm any lesser men seeing her like this before them, so ready and willing. She playfully wiggles her hips to draw his gaze to them. She doesn’t even really know what’s going on but she’s teasing him, loving the way he looks at her and how it makes her muddled mind feel.

Her hands reach down and grip the entrance to his pants, slipping his zipper down and allowing his mighty force to leap at her. It smacks against the back of her left hand with enough force to create a mental shockwave, its way of showing its a competent seasoned adventurer to the mighty demon lord. Her innocent eyes oggle it for a moment before her palm reaches over and takes it, her fingers squeezing it ever so gently before her spare wraps him close to the base. Her bearings come back one little shift and twist at a time, giving him a delicate working over with the lightest of gasps. “It’s huge, Rance-sama.”

He gives her a grunt of appreciation when her hands slip over and under it, teasing his every inch in an enthusiastic effort to quickly bring him up to mast. She cradles it in her palms, smothering it in care that tempts him to simply let her jerk him. He lets her for a time, loving the effort she puts in without even being sure what she’s about to do.

Still all good things must come to an end, and eventually, he’s thick and twitching for her body. "Get on your knees."

Her knees bend immediately, her hands leaving him to rest on his thighs so she can safely slip to the floor. It’s likely an old habit, after-all as previously covered she could nose dive into a floor hundreds of times harder than the wooden one beneath her and she wouldn’t really feel a thing.

Watching her, he can’t help but palm her face and capture the softness of her cheeks once again. They’re a treat to his fingers, a gift he doesn’t need to deny himself because in this moment they’re completely his. He wants to pull her back up and kiss her, but that can wait. For now he has something in mind that he's sure he'll love a lot more. "I want you to take your tits and squeeze them against my cock." He explains, grunting quietly when she moves without the slightest hesitation and he’s completely engulfed in hot fluff. Let it not be said the next generation of dark lords is lacking in a pair to admire. Perhaps she’s a little small now but he has no doubt she’ll grow into them. Er, if Dark lords grow. They do right? He ponders this while admiring the perfect shape of them.

They squeeze around his dick like it's theirs, marking them as a powerful force to be reckoned with even before Miki is considered. She can have any man she wants, anyone in the world, and yet she chooses that idiot of all people. That guy would eat a rock if told firmly enough to chow down!

"Oh-yes just like that, up and down too. Don’t forget to play with your self while you do this to get nice and ready." he commands, reaching up to rub her well-groomed hair. There's something unnatural about the way it feels in his hand. It’s as if the craziest, most powerful products were used in it from the very moment she was born. As if a queen’s bounty was spent on just her hair. Perhaps they were, she did say she was from another world. He has to wonder. What if they have better hair care where she’s from and the effects were made permanent when she transformed? In the end it hardly matters why, all he knows is that he can feel it whenever he wants because now more than ever Miki is his woman.

In time he knows she’ll come around to where he won’t even need tools like this. He can see it in her eyes, the pure joy that runs through her with every grunt he makes. Still, for now... "Say Kentarou is a loser." He commands.

"Nn-" she tries to resist, not physically of course. Her breasts squeeze him fully and her chest rocks up and down his length without pause. It's enough to make him feel truly respected and treated like the king he deserves to be admired as. What little of her left that tries to deny him, screaming out internally against his request, is shattered with a single showing of the golden medallion. "Kentarou is a loser." She says with a corrupted grin.

"Go on." He orders, "gah.."

"He's stupid." She says. "And he's a loser, and he's a pervert, and he brings me weird places all the time."

"You don't want to do that anymore, do you?" Rance asks. "You want to stay with Rance-sama."

"Mmhmm, I don't want to leave, I want to stay with Rance-sama!" She cheers for him, humming a gentle tune in his honor,

"Stop." He says suddenly as he begins to get thicker, and much to his satisfaction it takes her a second to follow. A flicker of resistance at losing the feeling of him between her tits is well at odds with the flicker of hesitation shown previously at giving in to him. Not wanting to stop pleasing him is a resistance he generously allows. "I don't want to cum on you." He explains. "There's somewhere else that's better spent."

"Oh?" She asks, looking up at him with the bluest, most innocent eyes in the world. One would have a hard time believing they were staring at his imperial staff with rapture a mere moment before.

He doesn't tell her what to do, he simply gets up. Forcing her pack and then bending down to pick her up and set her on her feet. Before she can ask he bends her nude form over the table. "Hah?" She asks in a gasp when his fingers slip over her wet slit.

"I knew you'd be ready for me.” He praises. Without much ceremony, he lines his rod of disvirgining up with her hidden cave. He takes a moment of pleasure from the way she arches her back up to touch against his chest despite their positions. Not one to deny a woman a request for more, he pushes down against her so her breasts rest against the table and his palms grip her ass. "You're about to give me your virginity Miki. You never gave it to Kentarou. That means I'm better right?"

"Mmhmm!" It's the honest sound of appreciation in her voice which causes him to buck into her. Abusing her invincibility field to slam as deep as he wants right away without worrying the slightest. "Aauh-rough!" She whines reflexively but he knows better. His second thrust is chained right at the end of his first, pulling back and splitting her again hard enough to make the table creak.

Her pussy is overwhelming, sucking him in hungry for a fight. It surrounds him in a woven hellfire that could melt a god's inhibition. “Gaha!” With every relentless pound of his meaty rod into her depths he enjoys a deliciously wet smack, and the wack of her breasts against the wooden surface below them. He creates a dance with her insides, enjoying the way her juices squelch around him and her lower half convulses at the end of each piston.

He doesn't need to slow down or relax, he doesn’t need to burden himself with some arbitrary pace meant for her comfort. He’s slaying the demon king’s entrance and treating her to his full power. It’s special in a way, being able to just push his all into her and recognize that she’ll be fine no matter what happens. It brings him to slap her ass back and forth. “Auh!” She gasps at the end of each slap, her ass getting no redder for the irritation and instead coloring with embarrassment. She’s secretly a lewd dark lord, of that he’s sure. He just has to bring it out!

"Hah-aah!" Without the slightest warning, an attack the likes of which has likely slayed hundreds of lesser men throughout time washes over him. Bliss wraps him in a tightness the likes of which no mortal folds could hope to deliver. They squeeze him and pulse around him intimately delivering kisses over and over without pause. It’s a sign of devotion, an offering to his greatness. As if purely to punctuate the moment she cries out, loudly proclaiming what is likely her first major orgasm to the world around her. That proclamation alone is what drives him to pick his demon-slaying device up to the next level.

He slams into her recklessly, taking pleasure in the way the wood cracks beneath their coupling. “Aau-haa-Rance-Sama!” She cries out without a care in the world. Her eyes are like sparkling rainbows amidst the pleasure craze that moves them both in sync. Pushing them to match paces like two members of an orchestra trying to create the perfect sound. Only in this case, the sound is a twin pair of orgasms and the meeting place is Miki’s lovely pussy.

"Gonna cum, get ready for it!" He cries out in rapture. It’s enough to make him forget she’s under hypnosis for a moment. He half expects her to cry out something like ‘no I’ll get pregnant’ or something else equally dumb.

So he’s completely surprised when instead her voice calls out to him, begging. "Haah-give it to me Rance-sama! I want it!” His eyes widen intensely, his weakness to acceptance rising in a full showing at the sudden request. Without further delay, he grabs her hips one final time and drives into him as far as he can get, pouring everything he can at the entrance to her womb. It's thicker than normal, befitting a lord like her. Every pump of his rich cum into her greedy snatch is filled with power. Enough to pack her full of his hot filling even before his final splash, which leaks out around his weapon and stains her legs with imperial juice.

They stay like that, connected, her leaking his cum and him twitching gently inside her recently excavated depths. Not much thought goes on between the both of them. Miki blissfully unaware and Rance basking in the glory that is holding the enemy of humanity hostage with a simple medallion.

It’s only once she relaxes, taking a strange euphoria in their finish that he decides to continue. Interrupting her gentle panting with a fierce grunt and a slap of his tip against her deepest depth. "Au-Whaa-more?" She cries out.

"There's always more!" He teases her, stirring her up with a swift series of dramatic lines drawn in her. His hips jump from side to side and he rams forward hard enough to push her into the table again, cracking it soundly even with her bucks back into him and away from it.

"Aah-wwwnnn..." Miki sounds to herself, her eyes slipping open and her palms rubbing at her eyelids. "Haw, I fell asleep." She says to herself. Rance is sitting back in his chair with an odd satisfaction about something, but she figures it’s probably just Sill’s tea. It really is good, he should give Sill more credit. She has more tea too she notes, feeling kind of bad that he poured it for her and she fell asleep.


"Sill's tea can do that to you." Rance provides. "It's strong, you have to be careful. It's okay though you were cute."

"Ah-" her cheeks roll with heat under his praise. "That's weird Rance-sama." She says, "I think I should go, even if that was a really nice nap I kept Kentarou waiting too long. I was supposed to see him after this."

"You'd think he'd have come found you by now." He points out, “Given he’s so great.”

"Ah-yeah.. you'd think." She trails, looking to the door. "We're meeting again tomorrow right?"

"I'll be ready, and I'll come find you if you're late."

"Ahh, please do." She nods. "Thank-you Rance-sama."

As she runs away he can't help but smile wickedly. Only one session and now it’s 'Rance-sama' even without the medallion.
