Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"...All day, nya?"
"Yeah, make sure Viola can't come to the room today, nya."
I roamed around the Demon King's castle, asking the demons, and quickly located Viola and Beatrice.
I secretly pulled Beatrice aside and made my request.
The favor was to keep Viola entertained all day so she couldn't come back to the room.
"Ugh.... Fine, nya. Aren't you using me too much, nya...?"
"Haha, sorry, sorry! Want a hug instead?"
I said it playfully to Beatrice.
I figured she'd pull that ultra-disgusted face again, no doubt.
But her response was completely unexpected.
"For real, nya!? Yay, nya!"
"...Huh? You're actually okay with it?"
"You smell like mommy, so it's nice, nya!"
With that, she hopped right into my arms.
Was she just careless, or did she trust people too easily? Hard to tell.
Or maybe this was just a succubus trait...
"Sniff sniff sniff..."
"..."
Her actions were pretty similar to Viola's. The two of them did match well.
Beatrice sniffed deeply, then looked up at me with a dazed, dreamy expression.
"Smells so good, nya..."
"Uh.... I'll let you sniff more after today's done, even tomorrow too."
"Hehe..."
She really loved it...
I passed on the message to entertain Viola and headed back to the room.
As I stood before the large guest room door, noisy clamor echoed from inside.
"Lady Lena de Peron! I don't like this! You're clearly up to something weird!"
"Hngg.... You're selling us out, aren't you?"
"Please, I beg you, Lady Lena de Peron..."
"...Nothing bad will happen. Everyone, calm down."
"How can we calm down!! Wahhh!"
"..."
The women's outcries filled the room inside.
I let out a dry chuckle and opened the door.
As I entered, Lena de Peron barked at the other women.
"Everyone! Quiet down!"
"Hic..."
"..."
With Lena de Peron at the front, the women stood in a neat line.
The ones besides Lena de Peron just shot me furtive glances with tearful faces.
As I approached Lena de Peron, she stood tall and proper before me, then spoke.
"I've brought everyone as ordered."
"Good job. Now let's eat."
"Right now for the meal..."
The moment I sat at the table, Lena de Peron started personally carrying over plates of food.
I stopped her immediately.
"No."
"...? Is there a problem...?"
"You sit down. Have the others do it."
"...? But..."
Lena de Peron looked flustered, trying to parse my words.
I gave her the straight answer.
"Your job today is to do nothing but keep me company. All the chores go to those women."
"""...Pardon?"""
Not just Lena de Peron—all the women in line stared at me in confusion.
During the meal with Seong Suho, Lena de Peron did absolutely no "work"—she simply shared the table with him.
The tasks she should have handled were taken care of by her comrades beside her.
The women glared at Lena de Peron with resentment.
They refilled water glasses when empty and swapped out dishes when food was finished.
They knew enough to read the room, so they hid their anger and attended to Lena de Peron calmly.
But Lena de Peron felt just as uncomfortable.
'...Why go this far.'
Eating with Seong Suho was nice, but this setup was seriously awkward.
Still, Lena de Peron followed his orders obediently.
Defying his command was unthinkable.
Lena de Peron ate gracefully with fork and knife, showing no sign of her discomfort.
Once the meal ended, per his orders, she sat quietly.
The noble women attending around them cleared the remaining dishes in perfect unison.
Unlike Lena de Peron, they couldn't fully mask their expressions.
They kept sneaking aggrieved, furious, irritated glances at her.
To them, this chore was more humiliating than the menial tasks around the Demon King's castle.
Lena de Peron's status as a lady was far above theirs, but living here had changed their view.
Lady Lena de Peron was just a woman backing them up.
That was her level.
Having those thoughts, suddenly being forced to serve her like this—resentment was inevitable.
'Annoying! Why do I have to serve this bitch...'
'Spreading her legs really does give her an edge.'
'I don't wanna.... Just give me some time, and a guy like that is...'
The women finished clearing the table, seething inwardly.
Seong Suho confirmed they were done and turned to Lena de Peron.
"Let's do it!"
"...Pardon?"
..
..
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahhn! Master! It feels so good! Aahn~! Right there! Haaang!"
"Ngh! This is no joke! You're the best!"
"Haaang!"
Seong Suho dragged Lena de Peron to the bed and dove straight into sex.
At some point, Lena de Peron was calling him "Master."
Unlike the rough, foreplay-less pounding from yesterday, this was seeding her with unfiltered love.
The difference? The audience.
"Grrr..."
"Haa... haa..."
Three women flanked each side of the bed, holding towels and attending in position as they watched.
Some squeezed their eyes shut, suppressing fury; others, arousal peaking, couldn't look away.
Seong Suho had lined them up to watch him fuck on purpose.
From foreplay to insertion, they'd been viewing for nearly 30 minutes.
And now the real sex began.
Under the surrounding gazes, Lena de Peron hadn't heated up easily during foreplay from sheer embarrassment.
But Suho's relentless teasing finally drew out her juices; her body slick with sweat, she craved penetration.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Haaang! Feels too good! I love how it slides in! Haaaang!"
"Fucking a girl like you? I'm so damn lucky!"
"Hng! Haaang!"
Unlike yesterday, Seong Suho praised Lena de Peron nonstop as he pistoned away.
'Haa... haa... Me too...'
'Annoying... Watching this... haa... haa...'
The noble women beside them couldn't hold back anymore and started squirming.
If Lena de Peron had been crying out in agony, they might have enjoyed the sight.
But all they saw was the proud, elegant lady lost in pleasure before one man.
And they couldn't tear their eyes from the cock that broke her.
Some saw a man's dick for the first time here; others had glimpsed before.
But one thing was sure: Seong Suho's would haunt their thoughts for a while.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
The noble women, flushed and aroused, could only watch the coupling.
'Haa... So annoying.... Gonna have to rub one out alone tonight...'
'Hng.... That guy's scent is seriously good...'
'Not Lena de Peron's scent? Do guys smell this good...?'
Seong Suho wasn't making them watch for his own thrill.
'These bitches better soak up the pheromone effects good today.'
Pheromones worked best in prolonged proximity, but other methods amplified them too.
Sexual arousal made them devastatingly effective.
'Try another angle?'
An idea sparked; as he thrust, he addressed the women.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hey, you lot enjoying the show or what?"
"Kh... We're just... haa... attending as... haa... needed."
The boldest among them spoke up first.
"Who said attend? I said don't stare holes through us. At least bow your heads."
"Grrr.... Yes... under... stood."
Relieved they could look away, they bowed in humiliation.
But the real trouble came after.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaang! Master! Too good! Love your cock!!"
"Ngh! Feels fucking great for me too!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The raw friction sounds from pistoning assaulted their eardrums unfiltered.
'Fuck... fuck...'
'Haa... Better than... watching...'
Some women sneaked peeks, lifting heads slightly to spy.
Fixated on his cock, they missed Seong Suho's glance.
He smirked wickedly and called out the bold noblewoman.
"Hey, not a perv, but I said don't look, and you're staring hard."
"I-I didn't look!!"
She snapped back in outrage.
Seong Suho cut her excuse, thrusting as he spoke.
"Sneaking glances isn't looking? Then what is it?"
"Grrr.... I didn't... look..."
The bold noblewoman desperately denied peeking.
Seong Suho chuckled.
"Fair, that'd be awkward. Bows down stay down; wanna look, look."
"..."
The women said nothing, forcing heads down.
But seconds later, all subtly lifted to focus on the act.
Even the bold one cursing inwardly sneaked views.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Lena de Peron! Fuck, gonna cum!"
At his announcement, the room's women flushed, staring intently.
"Haaang! Master! Inside! Cum inside me! Haaaang!"
"Grrooh!"
"Heek!"
Seong Suho flooded Lena de Peron's womb with semen, showering her with kisses.
"Mmph, chuup, chuuup."
And the women watching, aroused.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Seeing Lena de Peron's ecstatic, soul-melting face left them entranced too.
Seong Suho pulled out of her pussy.
"Haang..."
His cock was drenched in her juices.
He called the bold noblewoman.
He didn't know her name.
"Huu.... Hey."
"Hng... Yes...?"
"Clean it."
Seong Suho sat on the bed's edge, presenting his still-hard cock.
The bold noblewoman stammered in panic.
"...Pardon? Th-that's... wh-what...?"
"You think I called you to masturbate while watching?"
"Grrrr..."
She ground her teeth so hard they might shatter, approaching him.
But she was aroused too, disgust faded.
'Fucking bastard... Might as well use this chance...'
Cursing inside, her excitement built as she knelt, gently wiping his groin with the towel.
She wouldn't miss this opportunity.
She was nobility after all.
Better than this servitude—she wanted Lena de Peron's treatment.
'Gonna show him I'm better than that slut.'
Swallowing humiliation, she carefully wiped his cock with the towel.
She even stroked it barehanded on purpose, bringing her face close.
Disgusting thoughts aside, her arousal killed the revulsion.
The moment she leaned to take it in her mouth—
"Hey, that's dirty."
"...Pardon?"
She figured he meant his cock was unclean, reining her in.
'Heh... Cuter than I thought. If I do this right, he'll love it...'
But against her hopes, Seong Suho scowled irritably.
"Why the fuck bring your lips near it, gross."
"...Wh-what!?"
"Use the towel. Stop touching with your filthy hands... You'll spread germs."
"Ha... ha... Th-this...!"
She stood, trembling and tears streaming.
The other women barely held her back.
"S-sorry. We've never... done such things..."
"Oh? Get used to it from now on."
"Hic.... Yes..."
"..."
Regaining composure, Lena de Peron watched them think.
'...I can't help you anymore.'
Since knowing Seong Suho, pity for them had vanished from her heart.