Isabel Grayport
"Ahh. Christian...!"
She was completely smitten.
How could a man be this handsome?
Isabel focused on the sensation pressing against her lips and recalled everything that had led to this moment.
From the first time she met Christian until now.
There had been many twists and turns along the way.
After all, the man before her was the empire's most notorious playboy. Her friends and family had all opposed the relationship.
'But he's different with me. This man is completely captivated by my charm!'
In the end, Isabel had met him in secret, avoiding prying eyes, and today they had finally reached this point.
If she offered him her precious virginity, he would give her everything in return.
Of course, Christian's thoughts were entirely different.
'Finally getting to fuck this bitch.'
A scrawny girl with a flat chest.
He usually preferred women with big breasts and plump asses, but sometimes these types weren't bad either.
Her face was pretty enough, her skin was nice, and most importantly, her family was powerful... wasn't that enough to make fucking her worthwhile?
'If she's a virgin, that's even better.'
With completely different intentions in their hearts, the two embraced.
They tangled their tongues passionately and rolled across the bed.
But the act didn't last long...
"...Christian?"
"Huh... huh? My body... why does it feel so weak..."
As if every muscle in his body had vanished, Christian suddenly lost all strength and couldn't move an inch. His voice trembled with panic.
Isabel stared at him in confusion before leaping to her feet in shock.
"M-magic? Who's there?!"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps echoed as a figure emerged from the shadows.
How long had this person been in the room?
Since before they arrived?
The intruder wore a hood and a wide robe, making identification impossible, but one thing was clear: this was a dangerous individual.
The magic cast on Christian was of an extremely high grade.
'Still, I have to do something.'
Isabel gathered her mana.
The moment she tried to manifest it, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
A deep voice reached her ears.
"This is the problem with kids these days. They don't even know how to use silent magic or rune magic, and the only thing they can manage—chanting—is easily disrupted by external interference... I can't tell if they're learning magic or just parlor tricks."
"W-who are you...?"
Isabel was tense.
The man had completed his spell without any warning or incantation.
'Silent magic? Only professors can use that freely!'
That meant both she and her beloved Christian were in grave danger.
Was he an assassin? Or a kidnapper?
Regardless, the two of them had come here without informing their families. If they wanted to survive, they had no choice but to beg for mercy from the stranger before them.
"I don't know who you are, but please, at least spare our lives..."
Just then, a voice came from beside her.
"You bastard. Do you even know who this is? This is Lady Isabel Grayport! The daughter of the Grayport family!"
Isabel was speechless.
She never expected the man beside her to be so tactless.
Objectively speaking, Christian's response wasn't entirely wrong. Most commoners were so oppressed by nobles that a single threat from a high-ranking house would send them fleeing in terror.
The problem was that he knew nothing about magic.
A mage of this caliber was almost certainly a noble themselves—or at the very least, someone who wouldn't be intimidated by noble status.
Only when her life was truly on the line did Isabel's illusion shatter.
'I was going to give my virginity to an idiot like this...'
She raised her head and looked at the mysterious man.
He approached Christian calmly and bound him tightly with ropes.
Then he stood before her.
The fact that he had used ropes meant their immediate safety was guaranteed for now.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she asked,
"What do you want? If it's money, I'll give you as much as you desire..."
Most kidnappings happened because the perpetrator wanted something. If she could fulfill that desire, the problem would naturally resolve itself.
But the man simply said,
"Nothing."
Beres chuckled gleefully at the woman's bewildered expression.
Kikik. Look at that face. Why does she look like that? She looks totally fucked.
'She would. Saying I want nothing implies a very grim ending.'
What kind of ending?
'Either a mindless killer who slaughters indiscriminately, or someone seeking revenge by taking lives... The reasons could vary, but either way, the conclusion is death.'
And the woman before him was a smart girl.
The way she had immediately tucked her tail after seeing his magic proved it.
She had probably already grasped the situation.
And sure enough...
"P-please, spare my life...!"
She bowed her head, begging for mercy.
Nobles only cared about appearances when others were watching.
In the shadows, they were no different from commoners.
Witnessing Isabel's humiliating display, Christian finally realized something was wrong and quickly changed his tune.
"P-please spare me...!"
"Do you want to live, Christian?"
"Y-yes! I want to live!"
"Then let's have a private talk. Isabel, you'd better stay right where you are. Unless you want to die."
Isabel nodded.
I led the man into the next room and closed the door.
What are you planning?
'Now that I think about it, this guy might be useful.'
Useful for what? A guy who looks like a girl?
'A contact.'
I crouched down to meet Christian's eyes.
Even though my eyes were hidden in the darkness beneath the hood, he kept his gaze fixed on the floor in terror.
"Christian."
"Y-yes."
"How many noblewomen have you gone through so far?"
"T-that is... I never counted them one by one..."
I placed my foot on his groin.
When I applied pressure, he answered in a panic.
"A-around forty or so..."
He'd had quite the run.
I lifted my foot.
Instead, I placed my hand on his lower abdomen.
"W-what are you going to do...?"
"You have to pay for what you've done, don't you?"
"P-please spare me. No, forgive me! I'll do anything you ask!"
His desperate voice echoed through the room.
I spoke slowly, letting the tension build.
"You'll do... anything?"
"Y-yes!"
"Good. Then I'll give you a test."
"A test...?"
"If you pass, I'll trust you and take you as my sworn brother. It means I'll look after you like family from now on."
The blond man's eyes darted around quickly.
He soon nodded frantically.
"I-I'll do it! Please let me call you brother!"
"Good. Then we have an agreement."
"Y-yes! ...Kuh... Kuaaaagh!!"
The man screamed in agony and began rolling across the floor.
After a while, his movements stopped completely—he had passed out.
I gently patted his head.
As encouragement.
What magic did you use?
'Castration magic.'
You cruel bastard.
'Thanks for the compliment.'
Now, shall we return to the main room?
I went back next door.
Isabel was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her face was filled with deep fear—perhaps from hearing Christian's screams.
When I stood before her, she trembled and asked,
"W-what did you do to Young Master Christian...?"
"Nothing much. I just gave him pain right before death. Turns out he's deflowered over forty noble daughters."
"...That bastard. He told me it was only seven."
The girl looked up at me.
She understood that Christian was finished—and now it was her turn.
"...What are you going to do with me?"
"Hmm. I'm still deciding whether to kill you or not."
"P-please spare me. If you let me live... I'll do anything."
She was completely consumed by fear.
Well, she was still young.
And this was the capital. Far from the front lines where war was raging.
She'd probably never had to face death before.
"Prove your worth to me. What can you offer right now?"
The girl fell silent.
Ten minutes passed like that.
"Y-you really will spare me, right?"
"I may not be trustworthy in other ways, but I keep my deals."
The girl stood up.
Then she began removing her clothes one by one.
Beneath the moonlight, her orange hair cascaded in waves down to her waist.
Below that were small breasts and slender limbs.
Wondering about the rest, I lowered my gaze. A small, shy flower petal was tightly closed.
'Pretty enough.'
Hey, hey. Tell her to turn around. Girls like this need some backdoor training. You know that, right?
'We'll see later, sis. Don't ruin the mood.'
Tsk.
I stood up again.
And as I did, my now-erect cock began to make its presence known through my clothes.
"Ehh...?"
Isabel's face was filled with shock.
Judging by the state of her pussy and her reaction, she really was a virgin.
"You know what to do, right? Suck it with your mouth."
"B-but... that's something only commoners do..."
"Don't want to?"
"I-I'll do it!"
The girl frantically grabbed my waistband.
And when she pulled it down, my massive forty-centimeter cock was finally revealed.
Welcome. First time seeing a cock this big?
"Hiiik?!!"
The girl's eyes shook violently.
I placed my shaft against her face.