White Wine
Everyone's Demon Lord series, 『White Wine』. ※ This episode contains depictions of hardcore male-female relations. This scene was added to express how Artis's paintings would be received by other characters. Although it is fictional content within the paintings rather than actual events, readers who feel uncomfortable are advised to proceed with caution. Those who are uncomfortable may skip to the next episode without any significant impact on their enjoyment.
“Arrest them all!! If even one escapes, I will not forgive such negligence!!!”
Beriberi's fiery command rang out. The scout who had been serving as messenger snapped a crisp salute and hurried off to inform the main force. In an instant, Utopia’s headquarters stood empty.
After finishing her command, Beatrice approached Beriberi as he retrieved his battle-axe.
“Would it not be faster and more convenient to use the message scroll Her Majesty provided?”
“That would be unacceptable. Her Majesty deliberately released those captives so that we Orcs might prove our own capabilities. The mission only holds meaning if we accomplish it with our strength alone.”
“…Then you have no need of our assistance either.”
“Correct! Neither the Secretary nor Lady Beatrice need intervene. …That goes for you as well, Nella.”
When her brother, who had been speaking with Beatrice, suddenly mentioned her, Nella looked startled, as though the thought had never occurred to her. She too was a member of the Orc army and had been preparing to take command on the front lines. Even though her brother was an exceptionally capable lord and commander, she had judged that directing operations across the vast sewer network single-handedly would be too much. She had calculated that sharing command would make securing the operational area far easier.
“I know you met with Her Majesty today. It seems she intends to keep you close. Since Her Majesty holds you in such favor, this is truly a joyous matter.”
“Brother……”
“You are now essentially under Her Majesty’s direct command, so leave all Orc-related affairs to this brother of yours from now on.”
“B-but……”
Beriberi’s words were true. After concluding her meeting with Crawford that afternoon, Neromeltia had sought out Nella, who had been waiting in the dining hall. They had discussed in depth what duties Nella would be assigned in the upcoming reconstruction of the Demon Lord Castle. While those duties did include command of the Orc engineering corps, it was only a small fraction of her new responsibilities.
“This brother is proud of you.”
Those were the last words Beriberi spoke before departing the chamber to assume command, and they were filled with his warm sincerity. Nella felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment and loneliness at his sudden action, yet she understood exactly why he had said such things and could not bring herself to reply.
Beriberi knew the Demon Lord intended to entrust his younger sister with an important task. That was why he hoped she would not be tied down by trivial matters and could instead devote her full abilities to faithfully serving the Demon Lord. He had drawn a firm line so that his sister would not squander this honorable opportunity by becoming entangled in petty affairs.
“Lady Nella. Lord Beriberi is a capable lord, so there is no need to worry too much.”
“I suppose so.”
Nella smiled faintly and turned her head. She offered Lusteria a gentle smile in return for the subtle comfort the succubus had offered out of concern for her feelings. Yet it was impossible to deny that her smile carried a trace of bitterness.
Everyone has their weaknesses, but a lord who must care for his people cannot afford them. Beriberi had always said as much while pushing himself endlessly. There were times when the sheer volume of work left him no time even to sleep, yet he never neglected his training to build his martial prowess, nor did he ever skip visiting the library to further his studies. He strove to handle every administrative duty to perfection, and even in his exhaustion he never once failed to return the casual greetings offered by passing citizens. He was the perfect lord whom all his people revered without exception, yet Nella, his only family, knew all too well the effort and anguish hidden behind that flawless facade. That was why she had resolved to become even a small source of strength for her brother.
Knowing she possessed no political talent, Nella had decided to take charge of on-site management—the very area her brother would struggle to oversee properly. Thus she had become Captain of the Engineering Corps, and through dedicated training in the martial arts she had earned the title of the Orc army’s strongest swordsman. She had felt immeasurable fulfillment at the thought that she could finally be of real help to her brother. Yet in the end, her brother had chosen once again to shoulder the weight of lordship alone.
“I will do my best. Once the Demon Lord Castle is rebuilt as soon as possible and peace comes to everyone, Brother will finally have some free time too, right? When that day comes, I’ll tease him for being a lazy lord who does nothing but loaf around!”
Nella’s joke was partly meant to reassure those worried about her, but it was also a way to steady her own heart and reaffirm her resolve. Her brown eyes shone beautifully as she spoke with pure emotion, singing of radiant hope. In stark contrast to the bitter smile she had worn moments earlier, Nella’s laughter now overflowed with vitality and bright, almost cheerful emotion.
Reassured by Nella’s bright smile, both Lusteria and Beatrice found themselves smiling fondly without realizing it.
Feeling somewhat awkward in the sudden silence, Nella blushed slightly and changed the subject.
“We should hurry and clean up these disgraceful paintings before anyone sees them.”
The sacks that had fallen when the podium collapsed. The women began hastily gathering the heavy bags filled with Artis’s paintings. However, it seemed one of the sacks had been torn by flying debris when the podium fell. As Nella lifted one, its bottom split open and the paintings inside spilled out in a cascade.
It was the sack marked with the initials ‘NI.’
The paintings that tumbled from the sack depicted a woman they all knew far too well, so there was no mistaking whom the initials NI referred to. The Demon Lord, adversary of the Divine King Odvolg and goddess of Luina. The sovereign who ruled over Hemonigent and all followers of Luina—Neromeltia di Isis.
Dozens of paintings showing Neromeltia’s naked form poured forth. The three paintings stacked at the very top immediately caught their eyes. They were the three works of the “Everyone’s Demon Lord” series titled 『White Wine』, their luxurious frames engraved with the series name.
The first painting depicted Neromeltia engaged in intercourse with numerous men. She used every part of her body to satisfy their lust, her shamelessly spread legs revealing in explicit detail how deeply she accepted a man’s member.
“…Good heavens……”
Lusteria had already thought Artis’s previous paintings were the most obscene and disgraceful she had ever seen. Yet today her assessment was revised once more. He drew depraved paintings. The great demon of the seven deadly sins who ruled over lust—the queen of the succubi and Lusteria’s own mother, ‘Lilith.’ These paintings were so lascivious they seemed fit to hang in Lilith’s grand hall.
Without realizing it, Lusteria flipped to the next painting. It continued directly from the previous one. Every male organ depicted was ejaculating simultaneously. So much semen poured forth that it looked as though they were urinating. Though not shown in the painting, it was clear that other men were present off-frame, masturbating while watching Neromeltia’s act and now releasing toward her. Semen sprayed from every direction, overwhelmingly covering her entire body.
“……”
Lusteria set the painting aside with flushed cheeks, revealing the final work of the “Everyone’s Demon Lord” series that had been hidden beneath the first two. It showed Neromeltia’s entire body drenched in thick white semen. Her once glossy, flowing black hair was now wildly disheveled and matted with fluid. Tears of ecstasy mixed with the semen streaming down her face, making it look as though she were crying white tears. The viscous fluid coating her alluring figure stretched into sticky threads and dripped continuously, leaving her entire body glistening and slimy. Semen that had flowed between her large, ample breasts pooled in the valley between them like a hot spring, while more hung in long strands from her swollen, pleasure-flushed nipples.
A wine glass appeared in the painting, held in a man’s hand. The hand alone was shown pressing the glass against Neromeltia’s womanhood, collecting the semen flowing out from within. Her entrance, still flushed red from the previous scene, gaped wide enough to vividly recall the massive size of the member that had been inside her. From that same place, thick clumps of semen continued to ooze out in heavy streams—the result of the enormous volume that had been pumped into her until her lower abdomen swelled.
With this final painting, it became clear why the subtitle of these three works in the “Everyone’s Demon Lord” series was 『White Wine』.
“First, we must capture that goblin painter.”
Just as Lusteria finished viewing the last painting, Beatrice’s quiet voice pulled her from her dazed state. Realizing what she had just seen, Lusteria’s face burned crimson. Her cheeks felt so hot she could scarcely breathe. She even felt a twinge of guilt at having witnessed such an explicit depiction of her beloved master’s disgraceful appearance. Even though the scene was fictional, such vulgar imagery was shameful for her master, and as a servant she felt deeply ashamed to have secretly indulged in such voyeurism.
“F-first… what should we do about these paintings……”
“Y-yes. It would be troublesome if someone discovered them while we were away.”
Lusteria stammered, too embarrassed to speak properly. Nella’s face was equally flushed with shame. The three women hurriedly began gathering the obscene paintings. Unlike the visibly flustered Lusteria and Nella, Beatrice maintained a calm expression while silently collecting the scattered works. Lusteria watched her with admiration, thinking how much she wished to become such an intellectual and composed woman who served her master so beautifully. A wonderful woman who remained unflustered and handled any situation with cool efficiency. Lusteria genuinely admired Beatrice’s perfect conduct as a maid.
Of course, she remained completely unaware that Beatrice was discreetly activating Dimensional Storage while picking up the paintings.