Chapter 119: The Rounds
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 119: The Rounds
“They say the quiet cat is the first to climb the stove…”
“Aenya, about that…”
Caught red-handed, Eleanor didn’t know what to do. As the classic femme in their relationship, she couldn’t help but shrink back.
Aenya forced Eleanor’s face up from the floor and made her meet her gaze. Eleanor’s eyes darted about, unable to find a place to rest.
“No matter how much I pressured you, you kept pushing my brother away, insisting I was the only one you loved. But the moment you’re away from me, you jump his bones? Aha. So you were just waiting for the right opportunity, weren't you? Weren't you?”
Eleanor shook her head.
“No! It was just by chance… It was a mistake…”
“A mistake is when you accidentally drop a plate or a glass. Our dear princess was busy sucking face with my brother, stripping off his underwear, and shaking that lewd ass of yours on top of him, wasn't she?”
“Hah…”
Eleanor’s body squirmed as Aenya’s hand squeezed her buttock. Aenya’s lips curled further upward.
“You filthy slut. I knew it from the moment you were moaning under my brother, even while saying you didn't want it. The truth is, you wanted him all to yourself, didn't you? Because he’s the only man who can soothe that lustful body of yours?”
“Hmph…”
Eleanor tried to stifle her moans by covering her mouth with her hands.
But when Aenya’s hand grabbed and twisted her breast, a moan escaped nonetheless.
“Uh… Is this really okay?”
Meanwhile, Piole, who had washed away the grime of her long journey and entered the dining hall, wore a bewildered expression.
The sight of Aenya—once a mere knight's sister, now a baron's—manhandling a princess and scolding her as if she were putty was utterly surreal.
Then again, who could have imagined a princess not only being a lesbian but also being so utterly cowed by Aenya, a woman of far lower status?
“Aenya, that’s enough. It looks like she hasn’t even washed up yet.”
Eleanor was still in the same clothes. She must have been held captive by Aenya the entire time we were bathing.
“Ah, Allen…”
Eleanor’s gaze, now fixed on me, was brimming with affection. That was her mistake.
Aenya’s brow twitched the moment she saw the look in her eyes.
“No. Eleanor needs to be punished. For getting ahead of her master.”
Aenya’s gaze shifted to Piole, who was sitting next to me. A deep smile played on her lips, but her eyes weren’t smiling at all.
It was a warning to Piole. If she had relations with me without her permission, she would not be forgiven.
Piole, sensing the mood, subtly lowered her gaze. It was an unexpected reaction from someone with her fiery personality.
“Didn’t you boldly declare he was yours before?”
Aenya, also remembering that moment, narrowed her eyes. Startled, Piole glanced at Aenya before whispering to me.
“Hey, even the princess is like that. What do you expect me to do?”
Seeing Aenya wrap even Princess Eleanor around her little finger, Piole had given up on confronting her. She didn't realize that this was precisely Aenya's aim.
With the number of women around me growing, she must have felt the need to establish discipline as the main wife. Isn't it said that when controlling a group, you should always target the head first?
As a princess, Eleanor had the highest chance of becoming the leader of my group of women.
‘We do need some traffic control.’
Including Aenya, there were five women vying for the spot beside me. And Aenya surely knew this was not the end of it.
So she had chosen the right moment to sort things out. She had grown much more cunning.
With each passing day, Aenya was becoming more like the femme fatale from the game, a beauty that could topple nations. The only difference was that she was using her cunning for my sake, not for the world's destruction.
“I’m sorry.”
At my apology, Aenya turned back to Eleanor and grinned. Eleanor’s face was stained with betrayal and despair.
“Allen…!”
“I’m the one who was betrayed. So, Princess, why don’t you face the wall? And stay there!”
“And you’ll forgive me…?”
Eleanor’s expression softened slightly. She must have thought the punishment was lighter than expected.
I shook my head. As if the cunning Aenya would be satisfied with just that.
“Of course~! If you don’t move until the meal is over, I’ll forgive you.”
Seeing the sly smile bloom on Aenya’s face deepen, I was certain. She was up to something.
Eleanor, failing to notice, simply nodded.
“Alright…”
She would regret it moments later.
“Bring the food!” Aenya shouted toward the kitchen door connected to the dining hall. As if on cue, the door opened, and two maids began to serve the meal.
No, they weren’t maids.
“Adeleade? Eusebia?”
It was the mother and daughter of the Rasino family, dressed in maid outfits. I had been mistaken because of their attire.
What was more surprising was how provocative their maid uniforms were.
The neckline was cut so low their nipples were barely hidden, and the skirt was so short that their buttocks were on full display the moment they bent over slightly. It was an outfit that would make a prostitute from a brothel blush.
“Master! You’re here?”
Eusebia took it a step further. As she placed the dishes on the table, she deliberately stuck her ass out as she leaned forward.
Her skirt rode up, revealing two moon-like cheeks. But something that should have been there was missing.
“Gasp—H-Her underwear…”
Piole was aghast at the sight.
Eusebia, however, just smirked as if to mock her and wiggled her ass at me.
Considering her originally timid personality, she must have mustered up her courage because of her rival, Piole. As a reward, I gave her ass a firm squeeze.
“Haahng…”
Eusebia let out a moan, as if to make sure everyone heard. Now it was Piole who didn't know what to do.
“Hey, hey, hey! S-Someone might see…!”
“Who?”
“Uh…”
The only people in the dining hall were the women I had slept with. Aenya had orchestrated this situation on purpose.
Ignoring Piole’s dumbfounded expression, I savored Eusebia’s buttocks.
The supremely soft flesh yielded to the shape of my hand before springing back, again and again. The crack of her ass quickly grew moist, and Eusebia twisted her body, feeling my touch.
Meanwhile, my gaze shifted to Adeleade, who was standing like a statue by the kitchen door.
Unlike Eusebia, who would feign death at my command, she was still hesitating.
Having lived for so long with the dignity and decorum of a noblewoman, she wasn't yet ready to accept this situation.
But I knew that beneath that facade lay a nature just as lewd as her daughter's. Moreover, wasn't she the owner of a passionate body that had awakened late in life, having never known pleasure?
“Adeleade.”
Gulp.
Swallowing hard, Adeleade finally approached me hesitantly.
She quickly set down the food, then tugged at the hem of her short skirt, unsure of what to do, not knowing how much more seductive that made her.
“Adeleade. Show me properly. Don’t let your preparations go to waste.”
“M-Master…”
Unable to withstand my heated gaze, Adeleade slowly bent over the table, presenting her ass to me.
Like Eusebia, she wasn't wearing any underwear. The difference was that she was already so aroused her thighs were glistening.
They say a late passion is the most fearsome. Her body was desperately craving my touch. I decided to fulfill her expectations.
“Hahk…!”
I gently stroked the insides of her exquisitely sensitive thighs before giving her ass a firm squeeze.
The way she squirmed wasn't because I was holding her buttocks, but likely because she wanted my hand to touch her pussy.
The Rasino mother and daughter held onto the table on either side of me, savoring my touch. Serving the food had become an afterthought.
“Aenya, don’t tell me…?”
Eleanor, finally realizing Aenya’s scheme, stared at her in disbelief.
“Now you see what your punishment is, don’t you, Princess?”
“You’re… too cruel! Just me…!”
“What are you talking about? You enjoyed yourself alone without permission. You should be grateful it’s ending with just this.”
Aenya turned coldly to Eleanor, then wrapped her arms around me from behind.
I could feel the press of her breasts. They seemed to have grown quite a bit since I last saw her.
She whispered in my ear.
“How is it? What I’ve prepared?”
“Excellent.”
Jealousy could have easily caused trouble, but I was grateful that Aenya had stepped in to sort things out. As a reward for a job well done, I gave her a light kiss.
The corners of Aenya’s eyes trembled as they curved into crescents. Her smile deepened, like a flower in full bloom.
She was so beautiful I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized. It seemed it wouldn't be long before she became the nation-toppling beauty from the game.
“I’d be disappointed if you were satisfied with just this. I still have much more prepared.”
Aenya kneaded the mother-daughter duo’s buttocks like dough. Then, she gave them a slap and commanded.
“Are you just going to receive all day? Hurry up and show him what you’ve prepared.”
“Yes…”
The two women quickly ducked under the table and positioned themselves by my inner thighs. Then, they grabbed the hem of my pants and whispered.
“Master. Excuse us.”
As I lifted my hips slightly, the mother and daughter pulled off my pants along with my underwear. My cock sprang up as if it had been waiting, stretching out between the two of them.
The eyes of the mother and daughter, taking in the proud display of my member, glistened with a strange desire.
Gulp.
After swallowing hard, the two women looked at each other, exchanged a glance, and then, as if on cue, brought their faces to my cock.
Eusebia, a step faster, quickly took the head into her mouth. Adeleade, a moment too late, caressed the shaft before taking my balls into her mouth and flicking her tongue over them.
Slurp. Slurp.
Meanwhile, Aenya approached the frozen Piole again and hugged her from behind. Then, before Piole could react, she grabbed her breasts with both hands.
“Heek—!”
Aenya looked at the startled Piole as if she were cute and whispered in her ear.
“What were you hoping for, coming here in an outfit that emphasizes those monstrous breasts of yours?”
Piole, who was usually tomboyish and preferred loose, practical clothing, was today wearing a form-fitting outfit with a sash tied around her waist to accentuate her chest.
“W-What do you mean, what was I hoping for? I just grabbed whatever I saw.”
“Hmph, you’re not being honest. You’ll regret it if you keep that up…”
“Why would I…?”
“Have you learned nothing from watching that mother and daughter serve him to receive even a little more of his love? If you keep dawdling, your turn will never come.”
Piole’s eyes, fixed on the mother and daughter greedily devouring my cock, trembled minutely.
Aenya continued to tempt her, gently caressing her breasts. Thanks to her relationship with Eleanor, she knew how to arouse a woman’s body.
“Do you want to lose him just like this? Weren’t you the one who loved him first?”
“…That’s right. This is unfair. I’ve been with him the longest, and I loved him first…!”
Piole shot to her feet and roughly tore off her clothes. Soon, the body of a trained woman, all smooth muscle and firm curves, was revealed to the world.
The sheer size of her mountain-like breasts was so impressive that the mother-daughter duo, who were by no means small-chested, stopped what they were doing in surprise.
Even Aenya, who hadn't expected them to be quite so large, blinked and tried to get a better look.
Buoyed by her rivals’ reactions, Piole confidently pulled my face toward her, burying it in her chest.
“Haaahng… Allen…”
Thanks to her, Piole’s distinct, rich scent filled my nostrils.
With my free hand, I grabbed her breast. I prided myself on having large hands, but I still couldn't cup the whole thing.
Perhaps because of her knightly training, her breasts were firm and didn't sag despite their size, which I found deeply impressive.
“This chest is truly a blessing from the gods.”
I declared, caressing the breast that molded to the shape of my fingers.
Piole was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do, but she couldn't hide her smug expression.
“Hnngh… And this chest is all yours…”
Perhaps thinking they might lose out to Piole, the mother and daughter buried their faces in my lap and worked even more feverishly.
Piole, not to be outdone, pressed her chest against me, launching her own assault. Eleanor could only watch with a tearful face.
And Aenya, the director of this whole situation, watched with her arms crossed. Her relaxed posture suggested she had no intention of joining this chaotic affair.
“Aenya. What about you?”
“Heehee. You’re such a greedy one, brother. But no. I’ll have my turn separately tonight.”
Aenya had temporarily lent me to her rivals to create a time for just the two of us later. The fact that she knew how to be patient for the future showed how much she had grown.
However, I was slightly displeased that my own will wasn't part of her calculations.
“I don’t think so.”
“Eh…?”
I grinned at the women who had stopped moving and were now staring at my mouth.
“Get her.”
The women, who had only been on the receiving end, did not miss their chance for revenge. They joined forces and pinned Aenya onto the table.
Eleanor grabbed both of Aenya’s arms and held them above her head. She looked down at Aenya’s bewildered face, grinned, and even kissed her.
Meanwhile, Piole caressed Aenya’s breasts, which were by no means small, but certainly more modest than the other women’s.
The mother and daughter each took a thigh, spread them open, and began to lick the exquisitely sensitive skin.
“Haak…! W-Wait…!”
Aenya writhed under the all-out assault. Meanwhile, I brought my cock, glistening with the mother-daughter’s saliva, closer to her.
Just from watching the other women pleasure me, Aenya’s pussy was already drenched as if a flood had broken.
“Looks like we don’t need any special preparation…”
“B-Brother…?”
Staring directly into Aenya’s trembling eyes, I pushed my cock inside. With a slick slide, it plunged into her pussy as if being sucked in.
She fit me perfectly, like a key sliding into a lock. It was as if she were a woman made just for me.
The sensation of her vaginal walls contracting around my cock, tightening with every inch I pushed in, sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through my brain.
“Haaaak—!”
Aenya, too, went rigid, her pelvis lifting as if she’d been struck by lightning.
*
At that very moment, a man dressed in the coarse brown habit of a monk from some nameless order was crossing the border into Count Broua’s domain.
Hurrying along with a staff in his hand, he was none other than Archbishop Raceni, a man renowned for his piety.