The One Who Would Save Me at the Cost of Their Life #4
A jousting tournament was nothing short of a spell that summoned endless trouble.
Countless knights and their squires, merchants hoping to turn a profit from the crowds, and the prostitutes who hiked up their skirts for those same men… When so many people mingled in chaotic throngs, problems were inevitable.
Bearing the cost of that damage fell to the lord of the territory.
More precisely, it fell to Lady Cately Ricgard, who managed all the affairs of the estate.
“Mmh…!”
A faint moan slipped from inside Cately’s chambers. It was so quiet that no one standing at the door would have heard it unless they were deliberately eavesdropping. Even if someone did catch it, they would likely dismiss it as nothing more than a sigh of deep concentration.
Yet Cately bit down hard on her lip, desperately trying to hold back any further sound. If anyone were to discover her like this…
Even though she had ordered that no one be allowed inside, the anxiety refused to fade.
“E-Emil…! Hah, stop it!”
Breathless, Cately finally broke and pleaded with Emil, who was beneath the table.
Whether he understood her feelings or not, Emil simply smirked and burrowed deeper beneath her skirt.
“Pay me no mind, my lady. Aren’t you quite busy?”
“Haah, exactly!”
Normally, she would never have permitted such an act.
To risk destroying her entire life for a fleeting moment of pleasure was madness. Had she been in her right mind, she would never have spread her legs for another man inside her own office, surrendering to secret debauchery.
“There… ngh, like that.”
But she was not in her right mind.
She was like a moth drawn to flame. Even if it meant her ruin, she could not think of the consequences; she was utterly consumed by the pleasure before her.
“You can’t… Emil… I’m busy…!”
“Oh, is that so?”
Emil let out a sound that bordered on mockery.
“Then I suppose I have no choice. I’ll stop.”
Yet Cately could not relax at those words. A flash of amusement gleamed in Emil’s golden eyes.
“Really?”
“Truly. Why would I lie to you, my lady?”
Cately hesitated, a pang of disappointment stirring inside her.
But she quickly collected herself. If I really can’t stand it, we should at least do it in the bedroom. This is too risky…
With that thought, she moved to lower her skirt.
“Just a moment.”
“…!”
Just as she expected. Emil caught the hem of her skirt and refused to let her pull it down.
“Emil, you said you’d stop.”
“I did say I would stop.”
Emil smiled with clear delight.
“However, there’s no need to lower your skirt, is there? Let’s leave it like this for a while.”
“I have work to do…”
“Can’t you work with your skirt raised?”
From between Cately’s legs, Emil’s eyes shimmered with sadistic glee as he looked up at her.
It was always like this.
The moment she met those eyes, rational thought became impossible. She wanted to obey his every word. She wanted to give him anything he desired.
This can’t continue…
Despite telling herself she had no time for Emil’s games, Cately ultimately lifted the hem of her skirt.
Her glistening, wet sex and the smooth skin all the way up to her navel were now completely exposed.
Even though he had already been looking, the act of raising the fabric herself made her burn with even deeper shame.
“…Is this acceptable?”
“It is most excellent. I can see my lady’s beautiful form so clearly now.”
“Beautiful, you say.”
It was such an obvious line, nothing more than a crude assessment of her naked body rather than any refined compliment, yet Cately felt her cheeks flush at his words.
She swallowed her embarrassment and reached for the documents on her desk.
Problems were scattered everywhere.
The simplest issue was security within the castle—proud, hot-blooded knights swaggered about and constantly picked fights with one another.
Outside the castle walls, the same proud, hot-blooded knights frequently laid hands on farmers’ wives and daughters.
But security was not the only concern.
The greater problem was the financial burden.
First came the cost of hosting the joust itself, including the prize money. Then there were expenses for hiring extra men to maintain order, costs to uphold the family’s prestige, fees for handling accidents, more costs, and still more costs. They even received a bill for the very paper used to write the invoices.
Despite being buried under such heavy duties, Cately found herself completely unable to focus on her work.
She had expected Emil to touch her. She had even resolved to push him away in anger if he tried.
“Emil.”
“Yes, my lady?”
“…Never mind.”
But Emil did nothing. He simply remained kneeling between her legs, face nestled close.
Overcome with shame, she glanced down and met his eyes, only to quickly look away again.
He’s not even doing anything…
Somehow, that made it even more humiliating. She could feel his warm breath against her most intimate place.
Her body remembered the pleasure of his tongue sliding in and out, and her entrance twitched and leaked on its own.
The thought that he was watching it happen made her burn with mortification.
Cately shook her head fiercely and tried once more to focus on her documents.
The problems caused by prostitutes who lift their skirts above their thighs and wander the streets…
Her eyes stopped on that line.
Only then did she fully register her current state.
Lifting my skirt all the way to my navel in front of a man who isn’t my husband… like a common whore.
Along with the shame came a strange, perverse thrill that spread through her entire body.
To be seen like this…
This was absolutely not behavior befitting the wife of a great lord.
Who could possibly witness such a vulgar sight?
“My lady—you appear to be struggling. Shall I assist you?”
When Emil spoke, rather than growing angry, Cately felt a rush of excitement.
“What are you talking about…”
“You keep moving your legs.”
It was true.
At some point, Cately had stopped working entirely. She kept shifting in her chair, restlessly moving her legs.
The shameful sight. The fact that he was watching it.
Her body was burning.
She could not possibly stay still.
How could she focus on work?
Without realizing it, Cately began moving her legs little by little, seeking stimulation against her aching core.
The only thing stopping her from reaching down to touch herself was the last shred of her pride.
“It’s because you’re watching me like that…”
“What does my watching have to do with you moving your legs? I don’t quite understand.”
Yet when she heard the playful note in Emil’s voice, her body responded with shameless honesty, crumbling what remained of her shame.
“…Fine, Emil.”
“What is fine, my lady?”
So Cately cast her shame aside.
She slowly brought her fingers to her sex, spreading herself open wider so Emil could see every detail.
“I give up. Emil, kiss me here. Hah, I can’t endure it any longer.”
She stimulated herself, letting out moans as she openly displayed her arousal-soaked fingers.
“Please kiss me here and mark me as yours. Look at this. I’m so wet…”
Emil let out a sound of admiration.
“Good heavens, my lady. Such a vulgar display. The vulgarity of Iredain’s mistress.”
“Do you dislike how vulgar I am…?”
Emil answered by leaning forward.
“It is the most pleasing sight I have seen yet, my lady. I shall gladly serve you.”
The pleasure Cately had been waiting for finally arrived.
Ah…!
The ecstasy was beyond comparison.
Emil’s tongue was both tender and merciless as it delved into her most sensitive places.
“Emil, there…!”
Though in reality Emil was kneeling beneath her feet and serving her, Cately felt as though she were the one being toyed with.
“Haaah…!”
She lost herself in that pleasure for what felt like a long time.
Or perhaps it had only been a brief moment.
Her sense of time had completely warped. In the torrent of ecstasy, a single second stretched like a year, while long minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
At some point during his devoted service, Emil rose to his feet.
“This should be enough waiting, shouldn’t it?”
Only then did she notice that his robes had been undone, revealing his body. And rising proudly from between his legs… Ah, it was truly beautiful. No woman could possibly resist surrendering to it.
“Emil…”
She had not intended to go all the way.
She had only yielded because she could not overcome his insistence…
Yet her mind, soaked in pleasure, could think of nothing but taking that beautiful length into her mouth, licking it, then drawing it deep inside herself so she could carry his beloved seed.
“We can’t… What if someone comes?”
“No one will come.”
Even this refusal was not sincere; it was merely seasoning to heighten their excitement. They both knew it.
“We really shouldn’t…”
Emil paid her words no heed and brought his cock to her.
Cruelly, he did not push inside right away. Instead, he laid the hot, throbbing length against her lower belly first. She could feel its pulse against her skin.
“Hngh.”
Her womb trembled as if in response.
She wanted to carry this man’s child.
She wanted it so desperately.
“Hmm.”
Emil slowly moved his hips, sliding the head down until it rested just at her entrance. Yet he did not enter. He simply rubbed against her folds, teasing her without mercy.
Her arousal had reached its limit. Cately begged.
“Emil, now… please, please put it in.”
Only then did Emil push inside her.
The impact that shot from her core straight to the top of her skull made her whole body tremble as if paralyzed.
“Kyaaah…!”
A cry like that of a maiden being ravished burst from her lips.
Every feminine instinct in Cately’s body was screaming the same thing: that she loved this man.
And it was true.
Cately loved Emil. She loved his cock more than anything.
When he filled her completely, rapture flooded through her.
Pleasure was the true name of love.