20 Ball 3

'A way into the underground area. How the fuck do I get there? Is it like back in the mansion, using the stairs or an elevator?

What about bypassing the guards? Steal their clothes? Oh! Like that bald agent with barcodes on his nape. Knock one of them out? Nah, I can just use [Cloth M] to replicate their clothes and mask. But, I do need to kill one and assume their identity, having one extra personnel might put a mark on me.

Hm. Casting [Mind Read] and [Mind Control] on one of the low-class guards? No wait, I have yet to fully master those spells, too much magic will disperse and I'll get detected.'

…

Right, this plan might work;

Step 1 - Get to the restroom by asking an attendant to lead me. Once inside, call for him, kill the attendant and copy his appearance. Since my demonic power is higher than every person in this room, besides Mistress, I won't get noticed.

Step 2 - Using the attendant's face to roam the mansion, find a guard that's alone, which is unlikely. Perhaps changing my appearance to that of a female and luring him to secluded place, killing him and taking his identity.

Step 3 - Using the guard's identity, search for a way to the underground.

'Guh. My head hurts.'

I contracted a special disease that inflicts headache when I think too much. Very serious stuff.

In the midst of the dance, I divulged my plan to Mistress. Maybe it's me, but I think her eyes shined for a second when she heard what it is.

Entertained by her disciple's simple plan, she responds "Fufu. I suppose your plan is somewhat reasonable. And even should you fail, you will take it as a lesson to better yourself in future missions. Now, proceed with your plan. I will start mine shortly after."

By her order, I comply "Yes, Mistress."

However; since we'll be separated for a bit, I'll be leaving my mark on her.

My nasty, foul mark.

I abruptly stop our dance. Stunning her, round-eyed. I glance over her shoulder to make sure that no one will be able to see my face. I move my right arm up to her back to hold her.

Using my left hand, I lift my mask to uncover my mouth as I tiptoe, I bite down on the right side of her neck.

Not hard, mind you. The teeth are spiked. Although, I doubt I would be able to leave a wound considering her power.

"Mmm!" Startled by my actions and the sensation on her neck, she buries her face into my right shoulder, stifling her moan whilst hugging my back.

Hearing her unexpected erotic moan, I bite down harder. And move my right hand from her back, down to her soft tush, grabbing hold of her right ass cheek.

My fingers sink through her dress and into her derrière like dough. Kneading it in a gyrating motion a few of times.

'Fuck! What are they made of! By hells below, I will make you mine, Grayfia!' I vowed, as my dragon awakens.

"Mmpfff!" She leans her body on me for support. I feel her nails digging into my back.

It lasted a couple of seconds, long seconds of bliss. Before I ended it, out of fear. And thanks to the fear, my erection fades. Walking with a pitched tent would've been embarrassing.

'A-alright, I guess that's enough. If I stick around, she'll crush my jewels.' I unbite her neck and let go of her behind. I lower my mask and look around. Luckily, everyone is busy having fun to notice.

Her left cheek resting on my shoulder. Eye mask tilted. Face scowling and red from shame. Breathing heavily. All while hugging and leaning on me.

Looking at her neck, there's a bite mark. The area of the bite is red, a contrasting colour to her ivory skin.

It stands out, possibly bringing unwanted attention to her.

Being the 'gentleman' that I am, I undo my bow tie. Cast [Cloth M] on it to turn it into a small white neckerchief. And wrap it around her neck, hiding the evidence of my wrongdoing.

Panting, she softly says in a incensed tone "Y-you...will get spanked a 100 times when this is over!" Her eyes glow momentarily.

"C-couldn't resist you, Mistress. Ahaha..." Confidence fleeting, I gently grab her arms and remove them from my back. And help her stand steadily.

'My back kinda stings.' I look at her nails and sure enough, the tips have a bit of blood on them.

'Was the bite that intense for her?' I feel some sense of pride from knowing that I can make The Strongest Queen react like that.

Pushing my hands away, she palms her neckerchief where the bite is. Face flushed, she irritatedly orders "I do not need your help. Go do your part, operative."

Seeing that she's now able to stand on her own, I bid her adieu.

"B-Best of luck to you, Mistress."

I went to look for the closest attendant.