Chapter 149: Provide Photos of My Wife and Daughters Being Fucked as Jerk-off Material?
Chapter 149: Provide Photos of My Wife and Daughters Being Fucked as Jerk-off Material?
I opened my eyes as soon as morning came.
What time did I fall asleep? I can't remember.
I definitely remember Bern-chan pissing on her husband, but after that…
"Ugh..."
I pushed myself up from the bed. Being a noble's bed, it was spacious and comfortable, making it easy to get up.
The first thing I saw upon waking were the naked bodies of the mother and two daughters sleeping beside me.
"Haa… haa… whew…"
"Mnh… ah, haa…"
You’d think they were having a nightmare with all that moaning in their sleep, but they were probably just basking in the afterglow.
The rumpled bedsheets and the semen stains scattered everywhere were proof enough of that.
And…
"Are you awake, Mr. 6.9?"
"Oh. Hey, Old Man Head of House. Sleep well?"
The Head of House Pedeia slowly raised his head from his kneeling position on the floor.
Did this old guy spend the whole night jerking off instead of sleeping?
Judging by the puddles of fluid on the floor around him, he definitely did. The smell was pretty pungent, too.
To spend the entire night furiously masturbating while watching his wife and daughters get NTR’d…
"Wait, you're not the Head of House anymore, are you? Just 'Old Man' now?"
"Urgh…"
The old man lowered his head in frustration, but he didn't deny it.
"…That is correct. As promised, I shall step down from my position as the Head of House."
He muttered something about how ignoring the results of a bet staked on a noble's honor would mean losing all credibility.
It was a bit hard for me to wrap my head around, but as a member of a noble society that placed such high value on honor and credit, the (former) Head of House seemed to accept the outcome of the bet quietly.
Of course, I doubt he submitted 100% because of his honor… it felt more like he was trying to satisfy his own NTR tendencies. Well, whatever works.
"To the outside world, you're still the Head of House Pedeia. We can't exactly go around announcing that you lost your position because your wife and daughters got NTR’d, right?"
"……Thank you."
"But inside this house… you know the deal, right?"
"……."
The old man nodded silently.
Maintaining the appearance of a normal noble family to the public while living in a slave relationship behind closed doors…
This felt like a plot straight out of some NTL manga.
"Here. Take this."
Thud.
I tossed something in front of the kneeling man.
"…A necklace?"
"It’s a choker—the symbol of a slave. You saw the ones they’re wearing, right?"
I pointed toward Bern, who was still asleep, leaking semen from her pussy.
For the record, Bern was currently wearing two chokers.
One means the pussy has been surrendered. Two means the anal has been surrendered.
Three means she’s pregnant.
Of course, I had no intention of putting "pussy surrender" or "anal surrender" chokers on an old man. I’m not crazy.
Instead, I had prepared a different colored choker to prove he was my slave.
"You’re going to wear that for the rest of your life. It’s a mark so my slaves can recognize each other."
"……Understood."
I expected some resistance, but the old man obediently fastened the choker around his neck.
"Oh. And that one next to it is for the butler."
"……."
I was putting a choker on the butler, too.
In fact, the butler was the real culprit behind how things turned out. If he hadn't cum, they might have held out.
But now that it was all over, the Head of House didn't scold the butler, as if he had completely given up.
Actually, near the end, the two of them were jerking off as if they were in a competition.
"……It is on."
"Looks good on you."
"……."
The old man stole a glance at me. When our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze.
He knew I was mocking him, yet he remained submissive.
"……May I ask one thing?"
"What is it?"
"What will become of the relationship between Bern and me?"
Bern?
"I mean… will our marriage remain intact? If you demand a divorce…."
"Ah~ that’s fine."
"Truly?"
The old man looked like he found it hard to believe.
Well, he did just watch Bern call me "Husband" right in front of him.
It was probably hard for him to imagine their marriage continuing after seeing that.
"You and Bern can stay a married couple. That’s what makes it taste better."
"……."
Why is a noblewoman a noblewoman? Because she has a husband.
A married woman only tastes better when she actually has a husband!
"But sex between the two of you is forbidden."
"………Understood."
Surprisingly, he accepted the ban on sex with Bern quite calmly.
Then again, they were already practically in a sexless marriage, weren't they?
"As for Angelica and Yeon… I’m not sure. Angelica is pretty disappointed in you."
"…I am well aware that I am a wretched father to my daughter."
"You know that, yet you jerked off while watching your daughter get anal-fucked?"
"………I know it is a poor excuse. But it was… an incredibly arousing sight."
"Heh… I can understand that."
A true father, getting turned on by his daughter’s perverted displays.
"So, um…. May I ask a favor?"
"A favor?"
"……I saw that strange magical tool you used earlier."
The old man turned his head toward something.
That… was the Polaroid camera.
I had taken a commemorative photo after finishing the mother-daughter threesome anal session earlier.
"You want that?"
"The photo alone would be enough."
"You want me to provide photos of your wife and daughters being fucked as jerk-off material?"
"……."
Despite the shame, the old man nodded.
"…I will pay any amount you ask."
"Heh… you’re a funny old guy."
But I liked it.
He was honest about his desires.
It was much better to have someone reveal their lust so openly than to have them lie to my face.
"Fine."
"…Thank you."
"But it’s 100 gold coins per photo."
"……."
To be honest, I wasn't sure how much that was worth. I still hadn't gotten used to the currency value of this other world.
But the old man accepted the offer as if it were reasonable.
"…Understood."
"Good. We have a deal."
Knock, knock.
"Um…! I’ve come for the morning routine……."
A maid’s voice came from outside the door. I guess they were here for the morning service.
The Head of House glanced up at me.
Since I was the master of this house now, the decision of whether to let the maid in or not rested with me.
I smirked at the old man’s impressive adaptability and spoke up loudly on purpose.
"Come in."
"Ah, yes…!"
Click.
The door opened, and two maids entered. They were instantly shocked by the scene inside the room.
"Gasp…!!"
"W-what is this…?"
It was a shock, all right. The man who used to be the master of the house was kneeling before me. The butler was collapsed nearby with his pants down. The mistress and the young ladies they served were sprawled naked on the bed.
And I, acting as the master in the middle of the room, was also… naked.
The maids' eyes darted toward me, then immediately dropped down to fixate on my cock.
Even though it was only half-erect, it was a massive cock, practically the size of a third leg.
"H-hiieek…!"
"Gulp……."
What’s up with that maid licking her lips?
I walked up to the two maids and spoke.
"From today on, I’m 6.9, the new master of this house."
"……."
"……."
The maids glanced at each other and then looked at the former Head of House.
The old man simply closed his eyes and nodded.
That was all it took for the maids to realize the situation and immediately switch their allegiances.
"……W-we shall serve you with all our hearts, Master 6.9."
"Please let us know if there is anything you require."
The two maids bowed deeply.
Now, every vassal in this household would serve me as their true master.
*
Clink. Clink.
The sound of cutlery echoed during mealtime.
Freyja was having a meal with her family for the first time in a while.
Of course, as a fallen noble, it wasn't exactly a pleasant meal for her.
Compared to the grand banquets of her past as a member of a 'Ducal House'—with ornate tables, dozens of dishes, and over ten maids serving them—this was pathetic.
There were no maids to serve them, and the food was cooked by her mother.
"What is the matter, Freyja? Do you have no appetite?"
"…A-ah, no, Father."
She forced a smile and cut a piece of meat to put in her mouth. It was tough.
Even the street food she could buy at the Academy was of better quality than this.
Though she was chewing, Freyja’s expression remained grim.
There was no way Baron Aste wouldn't notice.
"…I am sorry, Freyja. I am only making you suffer."
"No, Father. I am fine."
"Is everything… alright at the Academy?"
"……."
Freyja hesitated on whether to speak or not.
She certainly couldn't say, "Actually, I was humiliated by a commoner man at the girls' academy and now I've become that commoner's sex slave"… not even if she died.
"…I am fine. I, Freyja Aste, would never do anything to tarnish the honor of our family."
"I am glad to hear that, then."
The Baron nodded and suddenly pulled some documents from his coat.
The papers inside looked like profiles of some sort.
"Freyja."
"Yes, Father."
"To save our family, and for your own happiness… I have prepared something."
"……."
Just hearing those words, Freyja knew exactly what was written on those papers.
"…Is it an arranged marriage?"
"It is, Freyja. Wouldn't marrying a man from a good family be the path to your happiness? You would be able to escape this life and return to a proper noble lifestyle."
"……."
The Baron’s words made sense.
The home she had returned to after so long wasn't even a mansion; it was a tiny house rented inside another building. Their standard of living was no different from that of commoners.
He might be called a Baron, but the reality of the House of Aste was that they lived worse than non-hereditary nobles.
Normally, for a noble, restoring the family through marriage was the obvious choice. It was good for both the individual and the house.
Fortunately, as a former Duke's daughter, Freyja was exceptionally beautiful, and it seemed many men were interested in her.
The Baron cautiously held out the papers to Freyja.
"If there is a man you like, please choose, Freyja."
"……."
Freyja didn't even touch the papers; she just stared down at them.
There was… no need to look at the profiles.
"No, Father."
"…?"
Freyja slowly turned to look at her father.
It was time to tell the truth.
"What is it, Freyja?"
"The man I have chosen is not among these."
"…Did you perhaps meet someone else at the Academy?"
"I did."
It was an immediate answer without a hint of hesitation.
Baron Aste was a bit surprised.
Surprised… but he couldn't scold her.
In fact, it might be for the better.
As long as the partner was a noble man, she would live a better life than she was now.
"……What is his name?"
"6.9."
"6.9……? What family is that? Is it a foreign house?"
"No."
Freyja shook her head.
"6.9. He is…… an Untouchable Commoner."
"……."
Baron Aste fainted on the spot.