Chapter 30: Absolute Power
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 30: Absolute Power
Aenya was tight inside. Incredibly tight. The way she squeezed was so strong it was almost painful.
I ignored it and kept pushing in. If I hesitated now, I might ruin Aenya’s first experience. The pain would only last a moment, anyway. I was confident I could make it so.
Her painfully tight insides slowly began to open. Aenya’s vagina started to mold itself to the shape of my cock. The sight of my massive, club-like cock being swallowed by her tightly sealed pink pussy felt like a kind of magic.
Aenya was tight, but she wasn't shallow. She had swallowed my cock all the way to the root. It was a perfect fit, as if she were made just for me. I could even see the part of her lower abdomen where the head of my cock rested bulge out slightly.
“It hurts…! I said it hurts…!”
All the while, Aenya struggled, pushing against my chest. The sight of her tear-filled eyes stirred my sadistic side. If I had my way, I would have ravaged her mercilessly right then and there, but…
I couldn't do that.
Aenya was the only one for me. She deserved to be treated as someone special.
“Aenya. The pain will only last a moment.”
“Liar…!”
Even her scrunched-up face was beautiful. I tasted the tear that trickled from her eye. It was salty. I immediately moved down to kiss her, and Aenya responded eagerly. As if the kiss were a painkiller, she pushed into my mouth, our tongues tangling together.
My hands didn't stay idle. They slid over her smooth skin, a teasing touch that barely grazed her, building anticipation. Then, I gently squeezed one of her perky breasts. Aenya’s hips bucked.
“Umpf…!”
A sound that was clearly a moan echoed inside my mouth. I let out a small laugh, and Aenya shyly avoided my gaze.
I continued to caress her breast, at first tracing its edges before slowly ascending the slope.
Gulp.
Aenya, who had lowered her eyes to watch, swallowed hard. Finally, my fingers reached the peak and pinched her erect, pink nipple.
“Haak—!”
It wasn't enough for her to just buck her hips; she forgot all about our kiss and let out a sharp moan.
As I continued to stroke her breast, which was surely the softest thing in the world, I whispered into her ear.
“Do you still think I’m lying?”
“I, I don’t know…”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to make you understand properly.”
Gulp.
Aenya’s throat bobbed again. Holding her gaze, which was now filled with anticipation, I moved my hand down from her breast. As my fingertips slid across her skin, Aenya thrashed like a fish out of water.
“For a first-timer, you have a very sensitive body. Truly befitting a pervert.”
“N-No, I’m not!”
“Really?”
“I—haak…!”
Aenya’s hips bucked once more. My hand, which had been moving down slowly but surely, had finally reached her clitoris.
It seemed the pain was gone now, as she began to writhe, her own movements guiding my cock inside her.
“Still want to deny it?”
“Brother, you’re so mean…!”
Aenya wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I didn't refuse, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Her rich, musky scent was intoxicating. I turned my head and gently bit her earlobe.
“Haang!”
Her moan, shot directly into my ear, felt like it was piercing straight through my heart. If so, wouldn't Aenya feel the same?
I whispered into her ear.
“Aenya. I love you.”
“…!”
That was the moment. The pressure on my cock suddenly doubled, as if her entire vagina was trying to swallow me whole.
“You…”
Aenya didn't answer. When I lifted my head slightly, I could see her thrashing, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. That single phrase had stimulated her more than all the foreplay we’d done.
It seemed she was ready. When I slowly began to thrust my hips, focus returned to Aenya’s eyes.
“Heek, Brother…?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”
“Yeah…”
Her answer was a signal that I could move as I pleased. I didn't refuse. I slid my arm under her back and buried my face in her neck again. Then, holding her tight enough to break her, I began to thrust.
“Heek! W-Wait. This is, this is weird! It feels so weird!”
Aenya started struggling again. This time, it wasn't because of pain. Her sticky, squirming insides were matching my rhythm, targeting my weak spots as if they had a will of their own.
Was it because she was my blood-related sister? She was the best I’d ever had. If I could, I would have devoured her all day long.
“Relax and just accept it.”
“B-But it’s scary! Heuk, I’ve never felt anything like this before, haak!”
“It’s alright. From now on, you’ll be feeling it all the time.”
“Wh-What?”
“Why? You don’t like it? If you say you don’t, I’ll stop.”
“N-No. It’s not that I don’t like it. Heuk.”
Aenya buried her face in my shoulder, avoiding my gaze. She was so bad at being honest. But that just made her cuter.
I wanted to see a more honest side of her. I pulled Aenya up by her back so that she was sitting facing me. Now, the only place to look was down. The problem was, down there, my club-like cock was piercing her light pink pussy.
“Wh-Wh-What…!”
Unable to look at me or at our joined parts, Aenya’s gaze wandered aimlessly. I gently pressed the back of her head, forcing her to look down.
“Look closely. You’ll have to put it in with your own hands next time.”
“M-Me?”
Gulp.
Aenya swallowed again. I placed my hand on her lower abdomen. Just below her navel, her skin would bulge slightly with every thrust of my hips, then sink back in.
“That’s right. All the way to here. Remember it well.”
As I pressed down gently on that spot, the pressure inside her vagina once again doubled.
Aenya looked up at me with unfocused eyes. A breathless moan escaped her slightly parted lips. I sealed those perverted lips with my own. Her tongue immediately invaded my mouth.
“Mmph, mmph!”
I gripped Aenya’s ass with both hands, my fingers digging into the resilient flesh. Then I pulled her in hard. It was a rough motion, as if I were using an adult toy.
However, Aenya, already at the peak of her excitement, took it without issue.
“B-Brother. I, I…!”
I felt a slight sting on my back. It seemed Aenya’s nails had left a mark. But it only felt like a spice to enhance the pleasure.
I thrust even more violently, plunging deeper into Aenya’s pussy, which had once been a perfect fit but now felt insufficient. Then, I felt myself touch something even deeper.
“…!”
Aenya’s movements stopped as if time had frozen. In contrast, the inside of her pussy was squeezing my cock like mad. Her climax had arrived. And so had mine.
“Take it all.”
My cock pulsed, beginning to spew semen. It was an endless flood, as if determined to fill her completely.
“H-Hot—!”
Aenya, now limp, began to thrash. A white foam seeped out from the gap where we were joined. Her lower abdomen seemed to have swollen a little more.
I slowly pulled out and pressed down on her belly, and the semen that had filled her gushed out.
It was a whitish fluid tinged with red. I had stained the pure-white canvas of a virgin with my own color.
I moved up to Aenya’s head and pushed my cock, slick with semen and her juices, toward her mouth. Aenya, who had been staring blankly at the sky, reflexively took me in her mouth and began to work her tongue.
My continuous training had paid off. Savoring the sensation, I brought my hand to her pussy.
“Eup…?”
Aenya, still sucking my cock, looked up at me with a questioning gaze. I stroked her hair and whispered.
“What? Did you think we were done after just one round?”
I had to brand her, to mark her as completely mine. I had to make her body so that she could only look at me, so that she couldn't live without me.
Fortunately for me, I had the stamina for it, and the memories of a wide variety of sexual techniques that the people of this era couldn't even dream of.
Gulp.
Did she sense the future that awaited her? Aenya’s throat bobbed heavily. The quickening movement of her tongue stimulating my cock was surely not my imagination.
I smirked.
“You lewd little thing.”
With my cock still in her mouth, Aenya smiled back. It was a perfectly perverted sight.
Our session, which began in the early afternoon that day, only ended at lunchtime the next. And that was only because Aenya, a virgin, couldn't take any more. If she had been able to, it might have taken another full day.
#
Knock, knock.
“My lady. It’s Bertio.”
“Come in, come in.”
Bertio opened the door to the largest room in the mansion and stepped inside. Before he could even survey the room, Sophia approached him. Her face was terribly gaunt, and her unkempt hair stuck out in all directions. He thought he could even catch a faint, foul smell.
Isn't this the very picture of a wreck? It wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this, but it was getting worse, which worried Bertio.
“Have you been eating?”
“Is food the problem right now? It’s already been a week since Roland disappeared. But no one has seen him. Not a single person. It’s as if he’s vanished from the face of the earth.”
“How can one so easily find a man who is determined to hide?”
“No. Something is strange. Roland would never leave me. That bastard Allen must have pulled some trick.”
Bertio let out a small sigh and shook his head.
“You know that makes no sense, don’t you? Sir Roland, killed by a mere bastard? Besides, wasn’t it revealed that Sir Roland himself was the one who hired the five mercenaries who accompanied him?”
“He used some dirty trick! A trick…!”
“Then shouldn’t there be a body? We’ve searched the forest for a week and haven’t found so much as a single hair.”
“…”
Sophia stood silently by the window. Bertio slumped into a chair at the round table, his gaze turned away from her.
“A message came from Sir Maxim. He’s asking for more military provisions. But the family’s storehouses are empty.”
“Raise the taxes.”
“We can’t do that. Discontent is already rampant from mobilizing the men for the search. If we raise taxes on top of that, a real riot will break out. Then we’ll truly be finished.”
Bertio was indirectly telling her to stop the meaningless search and deal with the problem right in front of them.
But Sophia took it the wrong way.
“It will all be resolved once we find Sir Roland. As for that ignorant rabble, we just need to hang one or two of them, and they’ll disperse quickly enough.”
“My lady…! Are you really going to do this? Think about when Sir Maxim returns. Think of how great his fury will be when he learns he didn't receive his provisions on time! Oh, for heaven’s sake!”
Maxim Tobalts was a man of action, not words. The moment he returned to the mansion in a rage, someone would be having a funeral. Bertio figured there was a high probability that someone would be him.
After all, Maxim couldn't get rid of Sophia, who had Baron Rasino backing her, nor could he cast out Allen, his only heir.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll speak to him for you.”
Bertio didn't believe her. This was the same Sophia who hadn't sought revenge when Neri, a woman she’d grown up with like a sister, was killed at Allen’s hands. Would she really risk suspicion for him, a man with whom she had a much shallower relationship?
Her overly sensitive reaction to the disappearance of a mere swordsmanship teacher was also a problem. If someone whispered nonsense to Maxim Tobalts upon his return, Sophia would have to worry about her own safety first.
One thing was certain: the current Sophia was by no means a person to whom he could entrust his life.
“Then I will trust you.”
Bertio left the room, speaking words he didn't mean. The thought that he needed to find his own way to survive grew strong. He couldn't just sit around and wait to be killed, could he?
And another thing—he had no intention of leaving empty-handed. How much had he done for the Tobalts family and the manor? Of course, he had skimmed a fair bit off the top along the way, but wasn't that what everyone did?
Bertio’s steps turned toward the storeroom. It was covered in dust, but if he scraped everything together, there would be enough to make a mere freeman rich.
With that thought, he arrived at the storeroom to find the door open. Startled, Bertio entered, and his eyes fell upon Allen, sitting in his place with his feet propped up on a table.
“L-Lord Allen, how did you get in here…?”
Allen, who only then turned his gaze to the door, spoke nonchalantly.
“Why? Have I come somewhere I shouldn’t have, Bertio?”