Elene entered Neko's room, stumbling slightly over the threshold. Her face was unnaturally pale, and her hands were clenched tightly at the level of her stomach, trying to stem the piercing pain of her frozen internals. She massaged her temples, feeling the frost pulse within her skull.
"To the bed, Neko..." she rasped in a tired, lifeless voice. "Lady Lilith wants to see you in her study. Immediately."
Her ring flared with violet light, and a set of shimmering black clothes materialized on the bedding. Neko stood in the middle of the room, blinking in confusion. He was still wearing the schoolgirl outfit, and the sight of Elene in such a wretched state completely threw him off.
"But... Mistress Elene, what happened? Why aren't there lessons with… " he began, but he wasn't allowed to finish.
Elene fixed him with a gaze that could have curdled blood even without Lilith's magic.
"If you don't have that damn outfit off within five seconds," she hissed coldly, "I swear you'll spend the rest of the day hanging by your tail in the dungeons. One... two..."
Neko didn't wait for "three." He lunged into undressing with a speed he hadn't known he possessed. The skirt and shirt landed clumsily on the floor. For a second, he hesitated, standing in just the bra and panties, but seeing Elene's relentless stare, he only let out a heavy sigh.
Given what's already been done to me... there's no point in playing modest, he thought resignedly.
With the practiced ease of a woman, he shed the rest of his lingerie, feeling the morning chill against his bare skin. He approached the bed slowly, curious about the new outfit, but as soon as he saw today's clothing up close, his eyes went wide.
"W-wait, I'm not… " He tried to back away, but Elene was faster.
She grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him brutally to the edge of the bed. Neko hissed in surprise. Her hand wasn't just cold - it was icy, almost like a corpse's. Contact with her skin sent massive shivers racing through him.
"Listen to me closely, kitten," Elene grimaced painfully, her eyes clouding with agony for a moment. "I'm having a truly rough day. I'm not in the mood for your games and complaining. Stand still while I dress you. Clear?"
In that moment, something terrible happened. Elene, physically depleted after the night with Elizabeth and torn by the painful punishment from Lilith, lost control for a fraction of a second. Under the weight of emotion and agony, her internal barrier fractured.
The powerful, predatory aura of a Rank A Succubus hit Neko like a battering ram.
The boy felt as if all the oxygen had suddenly evaporated from the room. His tail and ears tensed to their absolute limits, and every instinct in his body began screaming of danger. He felt the real, physical "taste" of death on the back of his neck. It was a sensation so primal and terrifying that his legs gave out beneath him.
It wasn't that Elene was stronger than Lilith or Elizabeth. Quite the opposite - any of them could have snuffed Neko out with a single glance by releasing a fraction of their power. However, powerful beings in this world learn to perfectly tether their aura to live among others without killing them with their mere presence. Lilith and Elizabeth always kept their power on a leash. Elene usually could too, but the pain Lilith had inflicted, combined with the exhaustion from Elizabeth, caused her control to fail for a second, letting a "shadow" of her true power leak directly onto the defenseless Neko.
Neko, terrified as never before, curled his tail around his own leg and, huddled on the floor, began to stammer frantically.
"Y-yes... I-I'll be obedient... Mistress Elene... I-I'm sorry!" he choked out, not daring to even lift his gaze to the pain-racked succubus.
The silence that followed the explosion of Elene's aura was almost tangible. It took a few seconds for the succubus to realize that in her pain and frustration, she had completely lost control over a power that could have crushed Neko's psyche. With a swift, practiced motion, she "inhaled" the aura back inside, and the pressure in the room suddenly dropped.
She looked at the trembling kitten with a rare, almost apologetic glint in her eyes, but quickly suppressed the feeling.
Maybe it's for the best... she thought cynically, massaging her throbbing lower abdomen. At least he won't waste time with useless questions. I need to get him out of here before I faint myself.
"Stand up," she commanded, her voice, though still tired, brooking no argument. "Hands up."
Neko, still feeling the echo of that terrifying power on his neck, bolted to his feet. He didn't dare make a peep. He stretched his arms high above his head, trying to control the trembling of his fingers.
Elene pulled the first piece of the outfit from the bedding. It was a black top with a high collar that clung tightly to Neko's neck like a short turtleneck. The material was smooth, elastic, and had a matte sheen, hugging his chest so tightly that every curve was visible.
The garment was sleeveless, and the sides were deeply cut out, exposing the pale skin of his ribs. The worst part for Neko, however, was the cropped cut - the top ended abruptly above the waist, leaving the underside of his small, growing breasts completely exposed. The boy felt the chill on his skin and a rush of shame as he realized just how provocative he looked.
Next, Elene reached for separate elements. She slid detached sleeves over Neko's upper arms and forearms. They weren't connected to the top, giving the ensemble a modern yet somewhat doll-like appearance. The noble black of the material contrasted with delicate ruffles and gathers at the top edge. On both the left and right sleeves, Elene tied a small white bow - the only bright spots in the dark set.
"Stand straight," Elene muttered, adjusting the ties.
Seeing the top fit perfectly, Elene nodded in approval. She pulled out a thin, black garter belt and buckled it at Neko's waist, just below the edge of the top. The construction was incredibly delicate, adorned with subtle embroidery, from which hung several thin straps ending in metal clips. Every touch of Elene's icy fingers made Neko flinch, but he didn't move.
"Now sit on the bed," Elene instructed, pointing to the edge of the mattress. "We have to finish the bottom."
Neko obediently sank onto the bedding, feeling the garter straps tickle his thighs. In this outfit, he felt not only exposed but strangely... vulnerable, as if he were being prepared for an exhibition rather than a meeting with the Queen.
Elene, despite the searing pain in her lower abdomen that reminded her of Lilith's icy punishment with every movement, knelt before Neko. Her hands trembled slightly, but her movements remained precise.
She started by putting on his black panties with a high-cut hip. The material was smooth, almost slippery to the touch, and fit Neko's body perfectly. The cut was so deep it optically lengthened his legs and emphasized the curve of his hips, which were becoming increasingly feminine under the System's influence - at the same time, the fabric strained against his cage, making it so anyone would notice his "little friend." On the sides were thin ribbons that Elene tied into intricate bows.
With a slow, almost reverent motion, she began to pull black thigh-high stockings over Neko's smooth legs. The material was sheer but had reinforced tops that perfectly hugged his delicate skin. Neko flinched as he felt Elene's cold fingers near his groin - the succubus expertly fastened the metal garter clips, stretching the material until there wasn't a single wrinkle.
Next, she reached for the black high-heeled shoes. "Slide your foot in," she said curtly.
Neko obediently slid his feet into the gleaming, classic stilettos. As soon as he felt the arch and the height of the heel, he had to grab Elene's shoulder to keep his balance. The shoes were elegant, with a smooth surface and closed toes, giving his silhouette even more feminine slenderness.
"Stand up," Elene ordered, struggling to rise from the floor herself.
She began to nervously adjust every detail. She straightened the sleeves on his forearms, ensuring the gathers sat symmetrically. The white bow on the side was adjusted so its wings were perfectly even. Elene grabbed the bottom edge of the black top and yanked it a bit firmer downward.
Neko felt every layer of the outfit - from the tight turtleneck to the stockings - clinging to his body like a second skin. It was an embrace that was simultaneously luxurious and binding, but the feel of this feminine attire and the delicate material it was made from caused his small cock to press very hard against his pink cage.
Finally, Elene pulled out the last item: a thin, black headband. She placed it gently on Neko, sliding the material until the decorative satin bow sat perfectly to the side, right by his cat ear.
Elene stepped back a pace, narrowing her eyes. She checked if the headband was straight. She moved the stocking on his right thigh by a millimeter. She brushed a stray lock of pink hair from Neko's forehead.
In her eyes, there was genuine fear. She knew Lilith was in a foul mood due to the overwork, and the smallest error in the presentation of her "kitten" could end in another visit to the punishment chambers for Elene.
"You look..." she hesitated, looking at Neko, who looked incredibly provocative yet elegant in this outfit. "You look as Mistress desired."
She nodded, signaling the inspection was over.
"Let's go," Elene said, moving toward the door. "It is time to stand before the Queen."
As soon as Elene's words rang out in the room's silence, Neko felt the blood drain from his face. He looked down at his body and was overcome by a terrifying sense of nakedness. His crotch was shielded only by a scrap of black fabric, and the sides of his hips were completely exposed, emphasized only by thin ribbons. Worse still, the top ended so high that with every breath, he felt the chill on the underside of his breasts.
This wasn't an outfit - it was pure, defiant erotic lingerie.
"I-I... I can't go out like this..." he choked out, his voice breaking with shame. "Mistress Elene, this is... it covers almost nothing!"
He wanted to beg for even a scrap of fabric to cover himself, but Elene was already at the door. She didn't even turn her head, her shoulders trembling with the effort to remain upright. Neko still felt the murderous, icy echo of her aura in his bones, which had nearly crushed him moments ago. He knew any resistance now would be suicide.
His cat ears flattened completely, nearly vanishing into his hair.
"Yes, Mistress..." he whispered sadly, surrendering the last of his dignity.
He took his first step, and the high heels made a loud, dry clack on the stone floor. The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the empty room. Neko walked with a slow, uncertain gait, feeling the garter straps gently rub against his thighs and the ribbons on his hips move with every step.
He walked out into the corridor behind Elene, clutching his hands together in front of him as if that could somehow shield his nearly naked body. Every draft of air in the castle's grand corridors made him shiver. He felt like an object on display, about to be presented to its owner.