Chapter 73: Corruption
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 73: Corruption
“Sir Allen. We’ve captured every last one of them. What are your orders?”
A short while after I’d finished dusting off Bordel’s clothes, Dreng, who had been busy managing the situation, returned to report.
“Put them to work building the coastal lodgings. They won’t build shoddily if it’s the house they’ll be living in. It’ll also serve as practice for the barrier repair work.”
Considering they had tried to use Aenya as a human sacrifice, I felt like wiping out every last person with the name Montoya, but the dozens of laborers were too valuable to dispose of so emotionally.
“Understood.”
Dreng bowed and withdrew. The members of the Montoya family, bound and watching my every word, let out sighs of relief.
I wonder if they’ll still be relieved once the barrier repairs begin.
How would people who had lived without a care in the world handle the grueling labor of repairing the barrier? They would soon regret it, wishing they had died instead.
“Did he say… Sir Allen?”
Freed from my grasp thanks to Dreng, Bordel groaned and composed himself.
“I see now, you’re my future brother-in-law! You may not know who I am, so listen closely. I am Bordel, a relative of Count Dresden himself, and the man who will marry your sister.”
Bordel was a man in his mid-thirties. His face was as wrinkled as a serf’s, and his speech was flippant. That must have been why he reeked of cheapness, despite being dressed in silk.
I stared down at the hand he offered so dramatically, then lifted my head.
“Marry my sister? By whose authority?”
Bordel’s face twisted at my attitude, which clearly stated he wasn’t even worth a handshake.
“Do you intend to defy the will of Count Dresden? When I, a man of the Count’s bloodline, am willing to marry the daughter of a mere knight? Marrying me will make not only your sister’s life blossom, but yours as well.”
“Is the Count’s bloodline all you have to boast about?”
It was a light remark, but Bordel flinched. It seemed I had unintentionally hit a nerve. His shamelessness, however, remained intact.
“Is there anything else I need?”
I was well aware that nobles were, without exception, a bunch of thugs, but for a beggar with nothing to his name to be targeting Aenya, the heiress to fishing rights worth a fortune? The Count who gave that order was quite the thug himself.
“Fool. You saw the family that sided with the Count get torn to shreds, yet you still haven’t come to your senses. Then again, the Count would never offer his true blood to a knight’s daughter. You must be some bastard from a distant branch of the family who doesn’t know any better.”
“Hic.”
Apparently, I’d struck a nerve again. This time, Bordel hiccupped.
I clicked my tongue and bound him. Only then did he seem to realize something was wrong, and he began to struggle and resist.
“What are you going to do to me! I am a relative of Count Dresden! If you don’t treat me with the proper respect, the Count will not stand for it!”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
Even though this whole mess had broken out, Dominico showed no signs of appearing. It seemed he had left to inform the Count as soon as he heard my proposal.
When he returned, it would be with the knowledge that the Baron harbored treacherous thoughts. If this oaf tattled about the unjust treatment he received, the Count would become even more wary of the Baron.
That is the extent of your role.
And it was obvious what would happen to Bordel once his role was finished.
Having dealt with the aftermath, I quickened my pace. I had tried to hurry, but the bell signaling midnight had already rung some time ago.
Still, Aenya would be waiting. She must have anticipated our reunion as much as I had.
“Hnngh…”
Just as I expected. A suppressed moan leaked through the closed door. Had she gotten tired of waiting and started touching herself? Given Aenya’s history, it was a plausible assumption.
Creeak.
As I opened the door, a round, moon-like ass greeted me. Between its cheeks, thick labia were pressed together without so much as a needle’s gap between them.
The light pink pussy seemed to declare that it had never been touched by a man. And yet, it had already secreted so much fluid that it made her buttocks glisten, tempting me.
Her wrists and ankles were bound with leather straps, the attached chains tied to the headboard, forcibly fixing her legs up by her head.
Thanks to this, her buttocks were lifted high enough to reveal her cute little asshole. It was a forcibly created arched position.
The one thing that differed from my expectations was that this defenseless female body, which seemed to be begging to be fucked right away, did not belong to Aenya.
Aenya had certainly grown in the time I hadn’t seen her, but she didn’t have such a ripe, mature figure, nor was her skin so white it looked like powder would come off if touched.
The woman bound to the bed was also wearing a blindfold. She shook her head from side to side and opened her mouth.
“Ae-Aenya? Didn’t you hear the door? S-someone didn’t come in, did they…?”
Her trembling voice was the one I had heard at dinner. Back then, it had sounded sharper, more aggressive, but now it was just pitiful.
Eleanor?
The woman, bound naked on the bed with her private parts exposed to the world, was Eleanor, the castellan of Quaran and a princess.
Faced with a sight I had never even imagined, I couldn't help but freeze.
“Why? Is there a problem if someone comes in?”
There was another person in the room. Aenya, rising from the shadows in the corner of the bed opposite the fireplace, gave me a smiling glance before reaching a hand toward Eleanor.
As Aenya’s hand touched the tense thigh and tightly shut slit, Eleanor’s hips bucked.
“Haang…!”
A gush of slick burst from the seam of her thick pussy lips and trickled down the valley of her ass. The bedsheets were already soaked.
Meanwhile, Aenya, who had grinned at me, got off the bed and approached me, her footsteps as silent as a thief’s.
You just can’t take your eyes off her, can you? What do you think? Do you like my present?
I was at a loss for words. It felt as if a great stone had been dropped into the placid lake of my mind, raising violent waves.
Eleanor was a woman of the highest possible station. If I hadn’t regained the memories of my past life, I wouldn’t have even dared to meet her gaze.
What’s more, she was a beautiful woman with the rare charm of an albino. And that very woman was lying defenseless, generously exposing her private parts. As if begging to be fucked.
Even so, I had to hesitate, because I still wasn’t certain that I was free from Eleanor’s ability.
Aenya saw right through my worries.
This is the surest way to find out if the ability is affecting you. Eleanor hates you, so her reaction will be obvious, right?
The price of being wrong is too great.
So you’re just going to back down?
Aenya’s hand brushed past my groin. My cock, harder than ever, was already making its presence known through my trousers. Aenya wore a look that said, I knew it.
She didn’t press further and returned to the bed. As if there was no need to persuade me. As if she already knew what I would do.
“Aenya…? It is you, Aenya, right?”
Feeling the weight shift on the bed, Eleanor anxiously called for Aenya.
“Of course~ I’m the only one who will cherish our Eleanor, so don’t worry.”
“Aenya…”
Anyone who didn’t know them would have mistaken Aenya for the princess and Eleanor for her handmaiden. The complete reversal of their relationship from what I’d seen in the dining hall spurred me on even more.
Aenya was dominating Eleanor, and I began to hope that even if Eleanor realized I was here, Aenya would stop her…
That sense of expectation began to bloom.
Aenya seemed to know what I was thinking. She glanced my way and smiled once more before climbing onto the head of the bed and commanding.
“Eleanor. Stick out your tongue.”
“Yess…”
Eleanor obediently followed the command. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
When Aenya prodded it with her own, Eleanor’s tongue reacted sensitively, squirming this way and that, trying to find Aenya’s.
The chase ended quickly, and the two beauties’ tongues intertwined outside their mouths. A sticky, lewd sound filled the room.
One was my own sister, and the other was a princess of untouchable status.
Moreover, the princess who had treated me with such a sharp attitude just a few hours ago was now shamelessly leaking her juices with her vulva on full display.
Snap.
Something inside my chest broke. At the same time, a thought occurred to me. Just a little. Wouldn’t just a little be okay?
“Hnngh…! Ae-Aenya…!? Your hand…!”
Eleanor’s toned thighs were taut with tension. The moment my hand touched them, they trembled as if spasming.
From her pussy, not far away, a gush of slick flowed out. She had a sensitive, lewd body.
Aenya looked at me, grinned, and whispered to Eleanor.
“What about my hand?”
“N-no, it just feels a little strange. It’s hard, and thick, almost like a man’s hand… Heek…!”
Aenya didn’t let Eleanor say any more. She grabbed Eleanor’s breast, which fit perfectly in one hand, and squeezed it hard, distorting its shape.
“I’m disappointed. You can’t even recognize your master’s hand anymore? Hmm?”
“I-I’m sorry… I was wrong…”
“Is saying sorry enough? It was the same in the dining hall earlier. I warned you so sternly, yet you were so rude to my brother, weren’t you?”
Aenya pinched and pulled the light pink nipple. The teardrop-shaped breast stretched out into a long cone. This time, it wasn’t a caress meant to distract.
“Ah-hngh…!”
Despite it being a sensitive area, Eleanor seemed to feel more pleasure than pain. She writhed, resisting the pleasure. But her pink pussy was already like a flooded river.
“I-I’m sorry. It’s just, you seemed so close with your brother, I got jealous…”
“A mere toy like you? If your master wishes it, you should be spreading your legs for a strange man!”
“N-no. I only want to be with Aenya… Hnngh…!”
Smack.
The sound from Eleanor’s buttock cut her off. A blush spread rapidly across her snow-white skin. The clear handprint left behind showed how hard the blow had been.
Even so, Eleanor bucked her hips and continued to spew slick from her pussy. It seemed her training was already complete.
“How insolent. By whose permission?”
Aenya moved back slightly to create some space and beckoned me over. It was a position from which I could take in Eleanor’s luscious breasts in a single glance.
Her areolas, small for the size of her breasts, were also light pink, and the nipples in their center were erect, tempting me as if to announce their arousal.
When I flicked one with the tip of my tongue, as if testing it, Eleanor’s body writhed. When I gently bit down, her hips bucked again.
“Hnngh…! Th-this is strange…! Something’s different…!”
“But you like it better, don’t you?”
Aenya retorted slyly as she pulled down my trousers. My underwear followed, and my cock sprang up, striking her pert nose.
“Hah…”
Aenya’s eyes shimmered with heat. My cock throbbed as her excited breath washed over it. The bastard was happy to meet its home after so long. Licking her lips, Aenya swallowed my cock whole.
Schlorp. Slurp. Schlorp.
Sticky, obscene sounds echoed through the room. Having tasted cock for the first time in a while, Aenya forgot the current situation and focused solely on sucking me off.
“Aenya…? What are you doing…?”
Hearing the lewd sounds so close by, yet unrelated to her, Eleanor turned her blindfolded face in that direction. Her voice trembled finely. Aenya didn’t answer.
“Aenya…?”
I had no choice but to cover Eleanor’s mouth. With my own, of course. When I knocked with my tongue, Eleanor opened her mouth as if she’d been waiting.
But as my tongue invaded and greedily devoured hers, she began to struggle.
“Hnngh…! Y-you’re too rough…! I-is it really you, Aenya? Aenya…?”
Tilting her head away to break the kiss, Eleanor repeatedly called for Aenya.
I gently stroked Aenya’s head, a silent request for her to answer.
Aenya, lost in her worship of my cock, frowned at the interruption. But it was only for a moment. She grinned, patted my ass, and pointed at Eleanor’s pussy.
“Actually, I prepared a gift for you.”
Was the gift she referred to me, or was it Eleanor? It occurred to me that it might be both.
“Aenya…?”
Eleanor seemed to feel a primal fear. Despite the word “gift,” her voice trembled with anxiety.