The Queen’s Secret Desire
The Queen’s... masturbation. I wanted to say it, but the words never made it past my lips. My mind was cold and decisive, but in reality, I was hesitating. At that moment, the noblewoman before me wore a satisfied smile.
"Is something the matter?" she asked, her voice flowing out like silk. "You mentioned the Letemis family... and then suddenly stopped. What were you going to say?"
I gave a short, dry cough. "It’s nothing."
"Fufu." Her laughter was strangely stimulating. As the corners of her mouth curled up slowly, her white teeth peeked through her red lips, and I felt the blood rush to my cock. My half-erect member twitched inside my trousers, growing even harder.
...Gulp. The sound of me swallowing echoed loudly in my own ears.
The mother of the Letemis daughter, the applicant for the Goddess's Choir. Her name was Marcella Letemis. I had heard she was over forty, but she possessed a body that was incredibly MILF-like. Her voluptuous breasts surged as if they might burst from her dress, and the scent of pheromone-like perfume bloomed from the deep cleavage between them. The curve of her hips, spreading round and wide from her cinched waist, was mesmerizing. Every time she spoke, her breasts swayed slightly, and the pale skin of her ankles peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress. Everything about her was seducing me—blatantly, yet with elegance.
'The MILF I’ve only ever imagined is right here.'
She was different from the women I’d been with until now. The divas of my guild, and even Queen Regina III, were all young maidens, but this woman was a married woman who had already experienced life. Was it the heavy perfume rising from her exposed cleavage? Or was it the anticipation of what might happen, given how obvious her intentions were? My cock had already suffered a defeat. Swayed by desire, I couldn't remain firm.
'Anyway...'
She was the mother of the girl I had considered the best candidate. My heart was already leaning toward choosing her daughter as the singer for the Goddess's Choir. Although the selection process remained, her daughter was the most likely candidate based on current standards. If that was the case, there was no reason to be stiff.
"Sir Seru?" Marcella stepped closer. The scent of her perfume grew even stronger. Her eyes swept over my face, lingering with a stickiness that felt like a tongue licking my skin. "Let’s go out together."
I flinched slightly at those words. "A drink... would be fine, I suppose."
I blinked once, hesitating, before finally answering. "If it’s just a drink... well, that’s fine."
The corners of her mouth deepened into a smile. Her eyes sparkled with a strange light. "Thank you."
The annex of the Letemis estate. A private space separated from the main building. The candlelight flickered softly. Even the people in this mansion hadn't seen me enter through the front gate, as I had slipped in quietly, like a secret agent. As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the annex near the back gate, a knight with a scar across his face opened the door silently. I didn't make eye contact with anyone. No greetings, not a single word. I just pulled my hat down low and headed straight into the building. The moment I entered a room and the door closed, I was completely cut off from the world.
The interior was red and cozy, like a high-end lounge on Earth, and a long, luxurious table was set with an abundance of snacks and bottles of alcohol. 'She prepared this already? She’s fast.'
The sofa was also incredibly ornate—a long one that could seat several people. But right now, there were only two of us: myself and Lady Marcella.
Click.
Lady Marcella locked the door. The sound echoed with unusual clarity, and I swallowed hard. She turned around slowly. "Please, sit."
The candlelight illuminated her face, making her painted red lips and wide, smiling eyes stand out even more. For some reason, she felt like a hostess at a high-class bar with heavy makeup. 'Is she used to this kind of thing?' Just how much entertaining had she done in her time...
She had already changed her outfit. It was much more... explicit than when I saw her at the Hall of Holy Sounds earlier. I could see her bra strap on her shoulder...
"No one will disturb us here," she whispered with a smile. "Sir Seru, let’s have an honest conversation and relax."
At her invitation, we took our seats. The sofa was arranged in a semi-circle, but instead of sitting across from me, she naturally sat right next to me, pressed tight. The distance was close enough that our thighs were almost touching.
"You can drink, right?"
"Ah, yes. I can't drink much, though."
"This is a rare vintage... it will be delicious." Marcella picked up a bottle and poured it into my glass. The red liquid swirled in the glass like my own heart. At the same time, the soft candlelight in the room flickered violently.
At the same time, in the Queen’s office at the Borus Royal Palace. Queen Regina III was sitting at her desk by the window. Outside, a beautiful sunset was fading. Standing opposite her was her closest confidante and the deputy commander of the Queen’s Royal Guard. A female knight with sharp eyes and dark brown hair tied neatly back. Adelheit. She was a knight who possessed both beauty and skill, ranking among the best in the kingdom. Her loyalty was beyond doubt; she was a woman of few words, but her judgment was swift. She had been by Queen Regina’s side since her childhood and was the one shadow the Queen trusted and relied on most.
"Your Majesty. Here is the item you requested." Adelheit held out a box with both hands. The box was wrapped in black silk and tied tightly with a cord. It looked like a luxurious gift box on the outside, but Adelheit knew exactly what was inside. She had bought it herself.
Queen Regina smiled and accepted it. "Thank you for your hard work."
"...Your Majesty." Adelheit hesitated before speaking. "D-don't tell me... are you going to use these yourself?"
Her tone was cautious, filled with strong concern. Regina’s gaze fixed on her. "That is not for you to worry about."
Her eyes held a smile, but that single sentence contained everything. Adelheit didn't ask further. "...My apologies."
She bowed her head deeply and retreated. Soon, the sound of the door closing echoed softly. Left alone in the office, Regina opened the box. As she untied the ribbon and removed the silk... the box was filled with incredibly explicit and lewd items.
Harness-style lingerie made only of black leather straps that barely covered the nipples and the pussy. A leather whip. Restraints with silver rings. A magical vibration tool. A bottle of lubricant. And a corset for hardcore play, woven with leather and chains. Even a set of dildos carved from thick rods. All of them—not for lewd hobbies, but items with a pure, specific intent. They were things bought for the achievement of Seru’s Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art Level 5. Starting from Level 5, things that were quite extraordinary were about to begin, different from what had come before. The preparation materials dictated by the secret manual were sinister and wicked to the core.
"My goodness... I've never seen things like this before..." Regina examined the tools one by one. A smile spread across her lips. These days, her nights with Seru... were not merely training. They were the pinnacle of happiness.
"...Sir Seru." She whispered his name softly. The nights of the past few weeks came to mind. The affection that grew deeper. The desire that grew stronger. Her body melted into his cock, and even her soul was drenched. Despite enjoying him at all hours, it was still not enough. Just thinking of his face... made her body heat up. It was the same right now.
Regina’s breath grew ragged. "Haa... haa..."
Her lower half was becoming increasingly hot. She couldn't hold it back. She lifted her skirt. She slid her hand into her underwear. The thick, parted slit was already wet.
"Ha-ah..." Two fingers moved smoothly in and out of the hole. They were her own fingers, but in her mind, she imagined Seru’s. The feeling of his thick, violent member thrusting deep inside. "Ugh... Sir Seru..."
She closed her eyes—then opened them again. Tilting her head back to look at the ceiling—she parted her lips and pleaded. "More... harder... Sir Seru...!"
Her movements grew faster. She ravaged her pussy, while her other hand kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her body trembled violently. "Ah... aa-ang...!"
She reached a climax with a moan. Her pussy contracted strongly, biting down on her fingers. The nectar dripped down the back of her hand.
For a moment, she enjoyed the lingering sensation. She slowly withdrew her fingers. The glistening fluid stretched out like a long thread and dripped down.
"...I want to be with him."
Regina pulled down her skirt and stood up abruptly. She tidied up the messy surroundings and threw on a coat. There was no hesitation. She left the office immediately.
A moment later. In front of Seru’s room. She knocked and opened the door. "...Sir Seru?"
There was no one there. The room was dark and silent. "Where did he go?"
When she lit a candle, she saw a note on the table. Regina picked it up.
Your Majesty, I am going out for a moment. Do not worry, I will return soon.
— From Seru.
"...Going out?" Regina tilted her head. "He didn't say anything about that this morning."
She thought for a moment—then the corners of her mouth rose. "He’ll be back soon."
She laughed softly. And without a second thought, she lay down on Seru’s bed. On the soft bedding, she stretched her body comfortably. Then, looking up at the ceiling, she muttered.
"Please come back quickly... Sir Seru."
Her eyes were filled with a burning longing. Even this short time while her "pussy partner" was away felt incredibly empty and lonely. "Hmm...? Is that wine jar under the table the one I gave him?"