The petrified sorcerer's vanquished army was destroyed.

Adventurers drawn from the leading guilds of the surrounding nations, numbering a total of fifty and one.

Warriors, wizards, martial artists, and monks. The selection of representatives was left to the guilds, which resulted in a slightly larger contingent of vanguards, but the number, equipment, and above all strength of the elite was so great that even the slightest discord was not a problem.

They were well prepared, having practiced defensive magic, equipped themselves with countermeasures, and exchanged information in advance.

With a voice-over command, the adventurers rushed into the old castle from all directions. Waves of strong men swept down, destroying stone statues, magical beasts, and wards.

The battle was won in an instant.

"Noooooo......!"

"Why, why, why, why!"

"My equipment, my arms, my legs!"

The battlefield, set in an ancient castle, was filled with screams, roars,......, and cries of victory.

The equipment turned to sand, the skin turned to stone, and an indescribable feeling of pleasure burned the brain.

Stones, stones, stones all around.

Men who were once turned to stone. Men who have been turned to stone, men who will be turned to stone. And men who have just been turned to stone.

The men who have been turned to stone and the men who are about to be turned to stone are all over the place. "Oh, brothers, hold on, ho...l...d... on...! ......, ............."

The wild voices of men rose from all parts of the castle.

Some are crawling on the ground in surrender, some are frozen in their disheveled state, some have smiles stuck to their faces, some are raising blasphemous hand signs to the heavens, and the whole area is filled with stone statues of these men.

The garden of the old castle had become an obscene hellscape, as if scribbled by a court painter who had gone mad.

Anger, despair, ecstasy.

Various expressions were lined up.

Among them, there was only one man standing quietly.

(First of all, you lose the freedom of your limbs. And the sanding of the equipment belongs to the alchemical system. ) Then, when the resistance is broken by being stripped naked, the magic of enchantment. It's magnificent. There is no stagnation. Only someone who has done this many times would be able to construct such a smooth magic. The number of victims is in the triple digits, including this time's number. (It's a lot more than reported.)

The man ...... Wizard Leo was the only one among the defeated troops who could be said to have been wiped out, neither angry nor sad, his eyes shining with interest and inquisitiveness.

Of course, his own body is not safe. Even now, petrification is progressing from a place of low magic resistance from moment to moment.

(I am afraid that even my body is irresistible.)

No one, including Leo, had neglected to take countermeasures.

Protective magic. An amulet to protect against petrification. Holy oil with strong anti-magic ingredients. Prayer, etc.

All of them are working perfectly.

However, it is not possible to have all of them perfectly.

Yes, the body that defeated them was attacked from all sides by techniques and curses that are classified as petrification.

"Move, move, move, I cannot be defeated in a place like this,...... ah, my legs, my legs,............ my waist, my arms,ah ah!"

（I'm sorry to say that this warrior is not a match for me. I'm sorry, but this warrior is too much of a match for you.)

A muscular warrior is roaring naked. His muscles are bulging but not moving, as if he is straining desperately against his proud body. Instead, he is more rigid, looking more misshapen.

That is what is most commonly called petrification. It is a magic of rigidity. It is a magic that uses magic power to take away the freedom of the opponent's body, causing it to "harden like a stone. It is very effective against warriors and martial artists with low resistance to magic.

The more confident one is in one's muscles and prowess, the more deranged, angry, and disturbed one's spirit becomes. The more confident one is in one's muscles and strength, the more confused, angry, and disturbed one's mind becomes, and another petrification technique creeps into the weakened mind.

The body becomes more and more rigid, until finally it is truly as immobile as a stone.

"The spell doesn't work,......, ah,...... body, damn it, focus, focus, everyone, calm down, it's okay, we haven't lost yet..." ......... we're not losing...... ughhh!"

(A brilliant counter spell, a protective spell. But ...... with no meaning to the poison of ...... creatures. Everywhere in this castle smells ...... like a basilisk.)

The stern monk who casts the spell is trembling with his erect meat stick fully exposed, despite his mood and words.

The petrifying breath seems to strike the magician and the monk who are strong in magic. The entire old castle is covered in a thin layer of fluid that turns those who touch it to stone.

The progression of the spell itself is weak. However, it is effective enough to upset those whose magic is ineffective.

Those who let their defenses down. On the other hand, those who exhaust a large amount of magic power for defense. The next attack strikes at the disturbed balance.

The next attack hits. "Hey, why, that tool guy's dad, what's with all the countermeasures? I'm not going to let you get away with this! !"

(Was this Saint Knight hit in the equipment? The father of the toolmaker wasn't lying, but it was the wrong guy. If the equipment is replaced by stone first, it's useless.)

The big man, who had covered his entire body with armor, now had not a single piece of cloth left. Every single hair on his body, even the rugged hairs that covered his entire body, could be seen to be turned to stone.

It was not that his measures were inadequate. He would not have let his guard down at all. But even so, it would have been a shame to see his equipment, not his body, turn to stone, turn to sand, and be reduced to a mere ape. It was a kind of alchemy. It is a curse that turns gold and silver into stone, the exact opposite of what people want.

What should we do?

As Leo was thinking this, a thought came to him.

"Oh, stone, stone, I'm turning to stone, my strong muscles are turning to stone."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to be wiped out, I'm going to die, no, there's an eternity waiting for me that's worse than death, oh, oh, my dick's going to be erect forever, my erection, my arousal is going to be eternal!"

"I will lose, I, the undefeated fighter, will lose and be exposed in such a disgraceful ............ way..."

The art of enchantment. The magic of delirium.

Becoming stone itself becomes lovely. They become excited by their friends who are turning to stone. The shame and excitement of being stripped bare grows stronger and stronger.

And finally, it's your friends who line up in this old castle.

(............)

It is impossible for one person to grasp all these attacks alone.

It is only because Leo shares his senses and thoughts with dozens of others that he is able to notice the variety and viciousness of the bizarre arts that are being put up. Of course, this art of empathy itself is forbidden and unauthorized in the first place.

It is only when you go to such lengths that you can "get it".

(Even if I could understand the species, I wouldn't be able to counter all of them. (Even if I knew the species, I wouldn't be able to fight against all of them. It's the work of the devil, literally.)

It is far outside the realm of magical power that the human brain can exercise.

It is a state that can only be reached by those who have made a very strong contract with the devil.

The prediction was confirmed and the certainty was revealed.

Edineres, the petrifying sorceress.

It was an old man like a dead branch.

He had a skinny body that could be recognized even in his loose-fitting, poor robes.

His cheeks were thin and his back was rounded, as if he had lost interest in the kind of food he was eating. His skin and hair are white, and he looks very poor.

However, no one would make fun of this man.

He looks weak in every way, but only his eyes are unusually bloodshot and cloudy. This is the form of a person who has devoted his entire life to magic, a person who has abandoned human life even though he is a human being.

"........................... ...sexuality is the driving force above all else."

The lithographer spoke to no one in a wrinkled voice.

"........................ worthless and meaningless people like you, who focus only on their bodies. In my hands, they will become wonderful furnishings."

"Fugiiiiiiiii♥♥♥"

Eginerez walked over and touched a man nearby with his finger.

At that moment, the short-haired adventurer's face collapsed, and he ejaculated loudly, the magic power reaching the barely remaining places and turning the ............ man into a complete stone.

".................. even one as full of magical power as you are, is helpless to my tricks."

"Oh, yes ♥♥♥."

Step by step.

The lifeless face is filled with only wicked joy.

'"................. no one can stand against me."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh ♥♥♥"

"........................... ...all the same, all shall be servants of my lovely stone."

"Hmm, sto, stone, sotoooone ♥♥♥"

"........................... ...and those who think they are special will be especially wretched and beautiful stone statues."

"Heh."

The first thing Egeneres did was to look Leo in the eye.

"What ...... you know," he said.

"I don't like ........................ your attitude."

Egeneres extended a finger.

Of course, he couldn't fight back.

Leo's body is already more than 40% stone inside.

With time, he will eventually turn into a stone statue. But he doesn't seem to have the patience for that "time.

He says, "I don't need your intelligence anymore ..................."

Fingers touch.

At that moment, Leo's equipment, like the others, melted into sand. Eginerez's thin mouth exhales, and even the faint sand clinging to his skin blows away, revealing Leo's shiny, black flesh.

"........................ for a head like yours, stuffed with unnecessary stuff, I've got a figure for it. I have prepared a suitable figure for you."

Egeneres snapped her fingers.

At that moment, the body, which had not moved, jumped as if suspended by a thread.

A figure in denial of the knowledge that every wizard knows.

It is the kind of pose that men who are proud of their muscles like to take at contests where they show them off.

"Nu!　...... hmmm ......!　I see, you've got good taste, I thought I'd look better in something a little more elegant."

"I'll say it again ................... I don't need your words. I don't need anything, just your body."

"!?　Uh-uh."

".................. heh ......... ...Yes, just your face."

There was already no need to snap his fingers or touch it.

Eginerez's commands poured directly into the stony parts of the body.

Without releasing his excitement, he suddenly became erect.

Then, pleasure welled up.

The stone was already my body, not my own. It is a higher existence. It becomes what the master of the stone is willing.

If he is told to get an erection, he will get an erection. That is all.

"Oh ............, haaaaaa............♥!"

So far, Leo had shared the sensations of 50 people.

The brain that had endured even so was instantly simmering on the verge of saturation.

"Oh, but ............ so far, so much--!"

Even the brain is turned to stone.

What kind of magic is this? And if it is a stone, it can be dominated.

If you have a tolerance for pleasure, you just need to pour in a little more excitement than you have a tolerance for. That's all.

Fascination magic.

What I felt was simple and vulgar was different when I was exposed to it as I was petrified. It was an irresistible power.

"Stone, stooooone ...... ♥♥ aaaa............ beautiful, aaaaahhhh!"

The thought of becoming a stone is a wonderful thing, and my thoughts are hardening.

The excitement is growing endlessly.

Anticipation of ejaculation.

The pleasure of becoming a stone comes at the same time as ejaculation.

"Huh ............ huh!　Oh ejaculation, ejaculation!"

But it does not come.

Ejaculation is not allowed. Petrification will not allow it.

It is physically impossible. The ejaculatory ducts are petrified as quickly as possible, and the pleasure of the state of being on the verge of ejaculation is being stacked up and up.

He knows all about the male body. This is how they all must have been driven mad.

"--No, don't do this, I can't stand this ............!"

My heart is being poisoned.

No, even the mind is turning to stone.

The only thing left is the desire to ejaculate, and your thoughts, your will, and your determination are becoming stone.

"............Kneel down. "

The stonemason laughed as he delivered the impossible command.

"........................ beg, miserably."

The man's face laughed ugly and devilish.

"Oh, I'm going to turn to stone, I'm going to turn to stone!"

Pride is of no use to me. I can't stop myself from turning to stone now.

Then at least give me what I want.

"............, how would you like to have your last ejaculation?　Wouldn't you like to?"

That would be the most enjoyable moment.

Egeneres said to Leo, foaming at the mouth.

"Cum, cumiiiiiiiing!"

Let me ejaculate. Let me be a stone.

Life as stone.

All thoughts disappeared and only one word came out of her mouth.

"Let... me... turn... you... to... stooooone!!!"

Defeat of the soul.

The moment I uttered the words, I felt the magic power circulating through my entire body.

I become stone.

My heart, soul, body, and most of all, my rod, become stone.

As my whole body hardened, there was only one point. The only part that was burning hot was the part that was spewing out the semen.

"........................I forgive you."

Relief and pleasure washed over Leo.

"Aaaaah!!!!"

Leo ejaculated with a poise that belied his intellect.

Intense pleasure shot through his entire body. An electric signal of pleasure. The joy of ejaculation. As soon as they ran through his brain, they turned to stone inside his brain.

"----------"

With even tears of joy, Leo became a stone.

When he came to himself,

Not a single person raised their voice.

Fifty-one people had been killed.

Every single one of them turned to stone.

"I thank you for your cooperation, ......................... You did a good job bringing the meat."

Egeneres said lovingly in the quiet of the world.

He spoke to the stone statues with an attitude very different from the one he had directed at the humans.

'"................. With as much life force as you have, you could use enough magic to wrap a whole city with room to spare, even if you include your share for the demons."

Egeneres laughed as she stroked each stone bicep.

"........................... ...I'll have you a mate in no time. Now the city, no. Instead of thinking about such small things, it's a country,............ a country, oh, more cleverly, let's build a contraption underground in that country."

Edineres's eyes glowed gray as he dreamed of the moment when everything would turn to stone.

Gold and silver, flesh and bone, castles and cities would all be the one color he desired.

There are no exceptions. Everything becomes stone.

"........................mm?"

Edineres's face twisted in displeasure as he walked.

"........................ What is it with these unbeautiful colors?"

In the midst of the old castle, dyed gray, a strange, ugly red and yellow object shone.

The match was instantaneous.

"------!"

Edineres's dead-branch-like body blew away as if blown by the very wind.

He was struck.

By a stone statue.

Why?

By the time his thoughts came too late,Edineres could not even stand up.

Fifty stone statues were moving.

They were not stone.

The statues, reddish yellow like boiled sugar, were moving inside the old castle.

The color is translucent. It looks nothing like stone.

"What is happening?"

It is not human again.

But it is not stone either.

It is amber.

Adventurers who have turned to stone are moving as amber statues.

"What nonsense! I'm not going to let you do this to me!"

Surrounded by others, punched in the stomach, and unable to utter a single chant, the ineffectual sorcerer is unable to resist. The only thing that was unexpected was that he thought he would be able to resist.

"The only thing I didn't expect was that it felt better than I thought it would. In fact, it almost broke my head, you know?"

Among the amber statues, Leo was the only one who was still a stone statue.

As the stone skin glowed, it too became amber. The amber flickered, became less transparent, and flaked off from the skin.

As if shedding his skin, Leo appeared, the dark-skinned magician that he had been.

"Conversely, whatever the process of petrification magic, the result is the same. You become stone. That's it."

Leo approached Edineres step by step.

"After you become a stone, you can prearrange a technique to change the stone into amber. Then, after you turn to stone, you can use a technique to turn the stone into amber. That's all I need to do."

He said casually.

"If you are stone, I am amber. I'm not saying one is better than the other, but it's just a matter of ...... how we do it, and we're not a good match."

The adventurers who had been turned to stone became amber, and Leo, who manipulated the amber at will, turned them back into flesh and bone.

"It was a brilliant job," Leo said." If it weren't for me, they could have destroyed a country or two. I'll give you a piece of advice as a senior wizard."

Leo smiled a carefree smile and picked up Edineres, who was squirming in his arms.

"In your next life, don't get too attached to one way of doing things."

And then he pulled his soul out of his chest as if it were a hair.

"--------"

The soul of the one who made a contract with the devil. The souls of those who had made a contract with the devil, which was originally the devil's share, were probably contracted to be retrieved after death. The demon with whom he had contracted did not show itself, and Leo sealed the soul in the quartz that he carried with him.

All that remained was the soul-less body and the bewildered voices of a large number of naked adventurers.

Investigation Report

The magic of Edineres was probably obtained through a contract with the devil and was beyond the reach of human knowledge.

The traps in the old castle were disarmed by the adventurers. The large number of basilisks and cockatrices were mostly dead, and it was no longer possible to use the same scale of magic even if the same old castle were the setting.

Several of the men who had been turned to stone claimed that they could not forget the pleasures they had enjoyed when they were stone. With the permission of their family and friends, the erasure of their memories and other treatments are considered.

The body of Edineres has already been recovered, but there is no reaction from the soul, perhaps as a result of a contract with the devil. It is assumed that it has already been recovered.

The name and characteristics of the contracted demon are unfortunately unknown. In the future, when lithography and the same type of magic circle are discovered, we will take the characteristics of this time into consideration and take it down ----

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