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TRDLoL: Ch.6: Gearing Up.
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 21:03:54 +0000 UTCLaila rushed into the Knight's outpost, her heart pounding as she crossed the threshold. The acrid scent of blood, thick and metallic, hung heavily in the air, sending a chill racing down her spine. As she scanned the dimly lit space, her eyes widened with horror. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the stone walls, revealing several lifeless bodies sprawled across the floor, each a grim testament to a violent encounter. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as the grim reality of what had transpired settled over her.
"Who could have done this?" Laila murmured, her heart racing as she surveyed her room. Her enchanted chest, a cherished heirloom, and the last lingering piece of her family’s legacy had been disturbed. Fortunately, only she possessed the magic to unlock its secrets.
With a swift motion, she dashed to the chest and lifted its lid. Inside, her old clothes and armor lay neatly folded, a stark contrast to the disorder that surrounded them. But what caught her eye was her breastplate and gauntlets, proudly emblazoned with her family crest. Once, her family had reigned as one of the wealthiest and most respected noble houses in the entire Kingdom. She wasn't allowed to wear it when she was assigned to this village, but she knew she'd be able to use it in an emergency.
"Okay. Time to get you on."
She took off the cloak and quickly put on her new undergarments that were snug against her skin, thanks to her new womanly figure. The new panties and bra were so thin and small that she thought it would tear, but they miraculously held together. She then put on her leggings, which felt tighter, and she couldn't help but feel sexy. With a spark of excitement, she reached for a sleek pair of black leather pants. However, her tail made things a bit tricky, so she swiftly created a small opening, ensuring she could slip them on comfortably. Next, she grabbed a form-fitting leather top, carefully tailored for women; it was meant to help with chafing when she wore her breastplate. But thanks to her larger chest, it hugged her curves a bit too tightly.
"Ugh. Come on. Fit. Damn you," Laila grunted as she tugged and pulled at the fabric. With one final yank, she was able to slide the top over her shoulders and onto her body. This top made her breasts more prominent, and her nipples were poking through.
'I can't wear this top. It makes me look like a barmaid... Gah, I'm never going to get used to these tits! Gods, I'll just have to deal with it.'
Laila was feeling a bit frustrated, "Oof! Damn. My breasts are not going to be comfortable." She had her boobs pushed together and was a little bit out of breath as the material hugged her breasts, and the air was cold against her bare midriff.
"Focus, Laila. Focus. I need my armor."
With a grunt, Laila knelt and lifted a dark red tunic, its fabric rich and vibrant against her fingertips. Next, she reached for her chainmail armor, feeling the cool, light links as they glided through her hands. It was sleek and flexible, ready to grant her both agility and protection in the challenges ahead. When she tried to put it on, her boobs were bouncing around, and she couldn't help but notice the way the cold metal hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and supple hips.
"Gah! Come on. Stay down." Laila grunted as she fought with her boobs again. It made her frustrated, and the more she moved, the more her boobs jiggled, sending shivers up her spine.
"Gods, I have never been so sexually frustrated before. It feels like every piece of clothing is making me aroused. Ugh. Fucking hell," With a huff, Laila pulled on her red tunic, then adjusted the chainmail, ensuring that it fit snugly around her body. Even with all the layers of clothing and chainmail, Laila could still feel her erect nipples pressing against the fabric, and her bosom seemed more noticeable than ever.
"Gah! I really hope Chase doesn't notice my chest. If he does, then I'll kill him," Laila whispered as she looked down at her massive bosom that wasn't hidden at all by the chainmail and red tunic.
"Ugh. Fuck it. I'll deal with my tits later," Laila was growing more frustrated and aroused as she continued to dress.
She then reached for her breastplate, feeling the cool silver metal against her fingertips. The surface gleamed with a polished finish, reflecting the light in a dance of brilliant highlights and deep shadows. Intricate black flame designs licked around the edges, adding an air of fierce elegance to the armor. On the left side, her family crest stood proud—a striking image of a roaring dragon, its scales intricately detailed and vibrant. The dragon clutched a shield adorned with a regal crown and a sword crossed beneath it, symbolizing strength and nobility. Each element spoke of her heritage and the pride she carried into battle.
'My family's motto was: Never surrender. Keep fighting until your dying breath.'
As she fought back her emotions, determination surged within her. She secured the breastplate, feeling its snug embrace mold to her form. Next, she slipped on the gauntlets, the leather flexing comfortably against her skin.
“Perfect fit,” she murmured, a spark of confidence igniting. “Now, where’s my blade? I can’t afford any surprises.”
Reaching for her sword, her heart sank as she spotted a tiny dent on the cross-guard. “Damn it! That’ll need fixing.” Relief washed over her as she remembered the backup. She swiftly grabbed the spare blade from the chest, its weight reassuring in her hands. Eagerly, she rummaged through her gear and uncovered a custom-made leather sheath.
“This is just what I need,” she said to herself, a grin spreading across her face. Each piece of armor was falling into place, setting the stage for the challenges ahead.
She slipped on her boots, the same sleek black leather that hugged her pants. As she fastened each piece of armor, a wave of safety washed over her, yet there was an unfamiliar sensation bubbling beneath the surface. The armor, usually a source of strength, heightened her awareness, making her skin tingle in ways she couldn’t quite comprehend.
"Maybe this is normal for a succubus to have sensitive skin? I guess I'll figure it out later."
She snatched the hooded cloak from its resting place, and as she did, her gaze fell upon the shattered mirror nearby. The fragments flickered with her reflection, each shard capturing a different facet of her determination.
'Woah... I really am a Succubus... But I don't feel like I'm a demon. I still feel like I'm... Me.
Laila approached the fragmented mirror, its surface marred by jagged shards that glittered like scattered stars on the floor. She reached for the largest piece, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As she lifted it to her face, a gasp escaped her lips, her heart racing at the sight that greeted her.
Her reflection was both familiar and transformed; a breathtaking vision of beauty emerged from the remnants of the glass. Her features had become more pronounced and striking as if each detail had been sculpted by an artist’s careful hand.
Laila’s heart-shaped face, framed by cascading locks, was radiant with an ethereal glow. Her lips, a luscious rosy pink, seemed to beckon the world, while her delicate nose added an air of innocence. Long, sweeping eyelashes accentuated her captivating eyes, which sparkled with newfound confidence.
As she took in her appearance, a sense of wonder washed over her. She couldn't help but admire the reflection of the woman before her—vibrant, beautiful, and unapologetically herself.
'I'm actually really beautiful. I never thought I could look this good. But then again, my father always said, "You will one day become a beautiful and respectable young lady." But I only thought he was saying that so I would stop trying to become a knight.' she thought while staring at her reflection.
"Wow, this is not me. This is too much."
She touched her cheeks and ran her fingers down her neck.
'My skin is so smooth and silky.'
Laila felt entranced by her own reflection, captivated by the beauty staring back at her. But with a determined shake of her head, she dispelled those thoughts and refocused her mind.
“Laila, concentrate!”
The words shot through the air like a bolt of lightning. With a determined nod, she pulled her hood over her head and seized her sword, the blade glinting ominously in the fading light.
'My family motto was always in my head. Never surrender. I need to keep fighting until my dying breath. So, I'll fight against evil and protect the weak. Like a real knight would do. Even if my body is now a Succubus, I'm still the proud daughter of House Vellano, and a true Knight.'
"No time to waste. Let's go, Laila," she said to herself, and as she strode forward, her determination hardened into steel.
***
Laila walked out of the outpost and hurried to the docks where Chase and Eve were waiting for her.
'Time to go rescue the villagers from those bastards.' Laila told herself as she walked up to the docks and found Chase standing next to a rowboat with Eve floating next to him.
"Oh? She's quite the beauty, Master." Eve said to Chase as he was focused on the boat.
Chase let out a deep sigh, the weight of defeat resting on his shoulders as he warned Eve to be careful not to provoke Laila with her teasing. He then directed his gaze towards Laila, who stood proudly clad in her family's armor. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn’t help but stare at her, his mouth slightly agape as the sight took him completely by surprise.
'She was an attractive woman before I saved her, but now she's absolutely gorgeous... What is it about women dressing in armor that makes them hotter?'
Chase's heart skipped a beat when Laila walked up to him. She soon stood confidently in front of Chase, who had a slight blush.
"Is something wrong?" Laila asked, confused at the Demon Lord's reaction.
"N-No, not at all. Y-You're just very beautiful. N-Not that you weren't before! W-Wait. That sounds wrong... Oh, come on..." Chase couldn't believe he blurted that out in the open. He couldn't look Laila in the eyes.
Laila hated when men would try to compliment her. They would be boastful and arrogant, acting as if they were entitled to her attention. But there was something different about the way Chase spoke. His words were genuine and awkward. Plus, the way he was blushing out of embarrassment was so cute and endearing.
'I-I didn't know a Demon could blush like that. It's cute... Wait! What am I thinking?! He's a Demon, and they are evil!... I think. W-Whatever! I need to save those women!'
Laila wore a mask of calm, her expression eerily blank, yet her cheeks betrayed her; a rosy hue blossomed across her face, hinting at the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. She couldn't believe she was thinking about him like that, but then again, she was now a succubus.
'Focus, Laila. Focus.'
Chase took a deep breath, the breeze ruffling his hair as he fixed his gaze on the boat, bobbing gently in the waves.
"Alright, the rowboat is ready to go! Fingers crossed that I’m as strong as I believe I am. Time to set sail!" With a grin, Chase jumped into the boat, causing it to sway and rock. The motion jolted Laila from her daydream, pulling her back into the moment.
"Y-Yeah. Let's go. The Mayor's ship won't wait for us."
"Okay, everyone, sit tight. I don't know how strong I am, and I don't want to send the boat flying across the lake by going full speed. So, I'll start off slow and pick up the pace. Just hold on tight if we start going fast, okay?" Chase said, hoping the boat wouldn't fall apart.
"Got it." Laila nodded and got on the boat.
Laila perched in the rowboat, gripping her sword tightly, the water gently lapping against the sides. Meanwhile, Eve busily wound a heavy chain around Chase's arm, the cool metal glinting in the fading light as tension built in the air around them.
"There… that should work. Master. I'm ready when you are," Eve said, with a hint of excitement in its voice.
Chase glanced at the chain, a smile tugging at his lips, "Um... Thanks, Eve."
The Grimoire did a double-take as she wasn't sure if she heard her Master correctly. Her previous Masters rarely showed their appreciation, even when she had given them her all, so hearing such praise made her feel appreciated. Eve wanted to say something but held back, and instead, she merely nodded and gave him a joyful bounce as if to say, "I'm always here for you, Master."
Chase seized the oars with enthusiasm, settling into the rowboat with a determined look as he turned to face Laila. The soft ripples of the water reflected the moonlight and their eager anticipation for the challenge ahead.
"Alright, here we go," Chase pushed the boat out and took a few easy strokes to get a feel for the oars.
'Ugh... We'll never catch them at—WHOA!?' Laila's thoughts were cut off when she almost fell into the water.
Once the boat was floating away from the dock, he started to push his legs harder as he leaned back and pulled the oars.
Fallush!
The boat went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.
"Whoa! Chase," Laila squealed out in surprise as she grabbed her seat. This burst of speed came from nowhere, and her breasts started bouncing around in her breastplate while her red hair flew behind her. She wanted to yell at him but was too stunned to speak, and after a few seconds, she started to enjoy the ride.
'Wow... He's really strong. Stronger than a human. If I'm not careful, I might end up falling in love with him.' Laila thought while her body was shaking and her breasts were bouncing up and down, but her face showed no emotion.
'I can't fall in love with him, Laila. You need to stay strong and not let your emotions get the better of you. Even though he's nice, handsome, and has a big-'
"Laila? You okay?" Chase asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
'Damn. Stop staring at his cock!' Laila yelled in her mind and snapped her eyes up to his face, where she saw his worried look.
"I was surprised, is all. Don't do that again."
"Sorry, Laila. I'll take it easier if you want," Chase replied while slowing down a bit.
"I-I'm good now! I just didn't know you were that strong! That's all!" Laila's face was red.
"Me too! I'm still getting used to it myself," Chase said with a smirk.
'I mean, he is the Demon Lord of Lust. His strength is probably S-Rank. Wait, maybe it's even higher.' Laila thought as she subconsciously bit her lower lip, her body quivering slightly.
Chase nodded as he kept up the pace, making the boat glide across the water at a blazing speed. As the boat sped up, Laila's red hair flowed behind her, and her cloak was being blown by the wind, which made her smile.
"Gods! This is amazing! I've never moved this fast in my life," Laila's tail was wagging around, showing her excitement.
Chase was amazed at the sight in front of him. Laila's stoic face had changed, and her smile was breathtaking. He's never been in front of a woman so beautiful.
'Wow. She's amazing.' Chase thought, feeling his heart beating faster.
Laila's red hair fluttered wildly in the wind while her cloak billowed behind her like a crimson cape.
"Um, Chase?"
"Huh?"
"Y-You're staring," Laila said, a blush forming on her cheeks.
"A-Ah! S-Sorry. I couldn't help it... Hey, Eve? Tell me if I'm going off course." Chase replied as he looked away with a blush.
Laila's eyes couldn't help but stare at Chase's face. Her heart pounded, her chest felt tight, and she started breathing a little heavier. She was developing a crush on Chase, and she didn't know how to deal with these emotions. So all she did was stare at him with her green eyes that glowed a bit in the night.
"Of course, Master. Just keep going straight, and I'll let you know if we need to turn," Eve responded.
"Thanks, Eve."
Eve watched the two closely as she saw these Love Points accumulate for Chase.
'What are these things!? And how is Master getting them? Normally, a Demon Lord would have to force his cock into one of her holes to get a few Lust Points, but these Loves Points are flooding in. Whatever... As long as these things can unlock my Master's skills and abilities, then I won't say anything. Then, Master might compliment me some more, and it would be worth it. Oh yeah! I need to watch that boat over there.'
Eve's eyes moved over and saw the ship in the distance. They were making good time, and it looked like they were going to catch up with the kidnappers within ten minutes.
***
After a few minutes, they were almost halfway there.
'He's amazing! I've never felt this alive before! And... My heart feels like it's going to explode!'
Laila could not help but think about Chase. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she felt different, and the more feats he pulled off, the more her heart thumped.
'I-I feel funny... Maybe I'm just nervous about saving the innocent. That must be it!'
"Master. The boat is about two miles away. How do you plan to stop the ship?" Eve asked, her voice laced with excitement.
Chase slowed his pace and looked at Laila, who had a confused look.
"This is your call, Laila. I'm not going to be much help."
"Uh... Don't worry. I will attack them head-on. So, just rush their ship. I'll take care of the rest." Laila replied.
"Sounds like a plan," Chase replied and continued to row.
Laila gripped her blade and steeled her mind, preparing herself for the fight ahead. She couldn't afford any distractions, so she tried her best not to focus on the Demon Lord and his muscles.
'Lucius! I'll get you back for what you did to me and the people of the village!'
