Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: 4. Master and Disciple (3)
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BOOM!!!!
Slamming his fist on the desk, the count shot to his feet.
"We'll catch that serial killer Heinkel!!! And we'll definitely rescue Charlotte!!!"
The men cheered and clapped wildly at his words (all horndogs, every one of them), but under the withering glares from the countess and the other women, they gradually quieted down, glancing around nervously.
A hush fell over the room, and all eyes turned back to the count. The countess's gaze was fixed on him too.
"Ahem... No, I mean... I... uh... Yes! I was just thinking of rescuing the hostage, my lady... Don't misunderstand..."
The count's voice trailed off weaker and weaker as the furious countess stormed out, slamming the conference room door behind her. In the end, the meeting wrapped up in no time.
"Delegate the minor details to the guard captain! Well then, I'm off..."
The meeting of the city's entire power structure ended after just five minutes, as the count hurried off to placate his enraged wife.
In any case, defeating Heinkel with the city's manpower alone was impossible. Their only hope was that one or more of the kingdom's two Sword Masters would arrive, or that Raven Count from the empire would bring his elite knights.
The next morning,
Charlotte opened her eyes to the sudden stench of cock wafting from somewhere.
'Ugh... What the hell is that smell...?'
"Finally awake, huh?"
Heinkel was sitting in the exact same spot as yesterday, brewing that same godawful honey porridge.
"Ha... Is there seriously nothing else to eat?"
"Look at you, belly all bloated and still whining! What, want me to toss in some cum for ya?"
"Ugh, shut up! Just give it here already, I'm starving!"
Even as she spat curses, Charlotte's body betrayed her honesty.
Luckily, he'd made plenty today, so there was enough for Heinkel to eat too.
"So, how'd you shake off the pursuit team?"
Having scraped her bowl clean, Charlotte started to worry.
This was the slums tucked away in a corner of the inner city—how had no one found them? It didn't make any sense.
"Kukukuku... Those fools won't make it here even if they had nine lives. It'll take them at least a few weeks, so just focus on training hard in the meantime, disciple."
Heinkel knew exactly the effect his Sword Master cosplay would have.
"You don't mean we have to do that again today, do you?"
Charlotte asked with evident concern.
Her resistance to sex had faded a lot, but it still felt off to her.
"Isn't that obvious? This isn't for my benefit~ I'm doing it for you, you bitch! How can you not understand your master's heart..."
Heinkel lied so smoothly, but truth be told, he was already addicted to sex with Charlotte.
As a natural sex addict, when the urge hit, he'd fuck even an ugly woman after bagging her face or whatever.
But regular women couldn't handle his stamina. They'd pass out or die mid-fuck, ruining his fun.
Even the count's daughter, supposedly "murdered" by Heinkel, had actually died from a heart attack. He'd lost control pounding a beautiful noblewoman and accidentally killed her—a tragic waste.
Of course, the count's family covered it up by claiming Heinkel had straight-up murdered her.
But Charlotte was gorgeous, with an amazing body, fantastic tits and thighs, tight pussy... everything perfect.
Plus, she didn't have that stale, unwashed stink—her natural scent was intoxicatingly sweet.
After pounding her for so long, he knew her stamina was ironclad—no risk of keeling over, no fainting midway. She moaned lewdly the whole time, squeezing his cock rhythmically.
If she weren't so young, he'd knock her up and marry her somehow.
"Today, let's master the mana circulation technique, disciple."
With that, Heinkel flopped down onto the floor.
"You said we'd do it—why are you lying down?"
"Today, you climb on top and shake it yourself~"
Heinkel assumed she enjoyed it too and spoke leisurely, but...
"Pass! I'm gonna go sunbathe instead—you stay lying there forever."
Charlotte shot back coldly and walked off.
She couldn't just keep getting fucked forever in this place; she figured she'd step out and at least scout the area.
"Aigoo~ This bitch is at it again... Tsk tsk tsk! Wait, I'll cure you with my cock."
The moment Charlotte grabbed the shack door handle, Heinkel charged and tackled her. They tumbled outside, entangled.
-THUD
"Kyaa!!"
Then it hit her—she was naked.
She assumed people would be out there, but the street was empty. Just ramshackle huts clustered together, trash littering the alleys.
'Huh? I screamed that loud, but no one came? These shacks couldn't possibly be soundproof...'
"Haha, don't worry. I cleared out all the nosy humans around here ages ago. Sometimes I'd drag a woman in, and they'd hear the moans and barge in without manners."
A chill ran down Charlotte's spine.
Heinkel treasured his women—sure, he'd accidentally kill them by overfucking, but he'd never murdered one for fighting back. A sweet guy, in his own way(?).
But from Charlotte's perspective, this confirmed he was a serial rapist psychopath. She froze and scurried back inside.
"Hoo~ Outdoor sex after so long would've been nice... What a shame."
Heinkel followed slowly, chuckling like it was all a game.
"Haa... I hate being on top, so just fuck me however or don't—your call."
Charlotte obediently got on all fours, pressing her face and tits flat to the floor, thrusting out her huge, plump ass.
The classic cat pose, except her massive breasts squished like pancakes, spilling out to the sides.
Between them, her well-used but still pristine, thick pussy lips gleamed. Embarrassed by the position, her pretty pink chrysanthemum anus winked shyly.
Riding on top felt too much like enjoying sex as a woman, which creeped her out—so getting pounded was better. But this was embarrassing too; she buried her flushed face in the floor.
"Heh heh heh... This ass is insane... Alright, let's train hard again today, disciple!"
Heinkel slapped her fat, jiggly ass hard—SMACK—and teasingly rubbed his glans against her pussy entrance.
"Hnght!"
"Hoo...? You're already soaked today—good girl."
She'd never gotten wet without stimulation before, but imagining getting railed from behind in this pose had done it preemptively.
'Wet before he even fucks me...? What the fuck!'
Ignoring her turmoil, Heinkel tapped her mound with his fully erect monster cock, then SCHLUP—buried it to the hilt.
-Schlick. Schlick. Squiiiish!
"Hnnnggggghhh!!!"
True to her sloppy pussy, Charlotte lost her mind the instant he entered.
"Ugh... You idiot bitch! Forgot the mana circulation already? Do it now."
One benefit was the enhanced squeezes, so without it, Heinkel felt a twinge of regret.
"Haah!!! I-I'll do iiiit!!!"
Even as she spoke, he ruthlessly plap-plap pounded away.
Her narrow waist and massive ass made her hips perfect handholds.
-Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
As he ramped up the speed,
her pussy drenched everything, splashing fluids everywhere.
Charlotte surrendered to the pleasure, instinctively squeezing his cock while her mana core spun on autopilot.
"Mmph. Mm. Mmph! Hnngh! Hah. Hah."
The better the squeezes, the more she felt it too.
So the more she circulated mana, the quicker orgasms hit.
-Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap!! Pssshhh!!
"Mm. Mmph. Ngh. Mmph. Nnnnghh!!!"
Her pussy clamped down hard, pussy juice squirting past his cock.
Her ass and waist bucked wildly as she came with a racket.
No matter how many times, the overwhelming pleasure never dulled—her mind fogged, consciousness blurring.
-SMACK!
"Hnnnghh!!!"
The sudden hard spank made her ass and thighs quiver up and down.
"Disciple... How important is mana circulation when you're cumming? Forgot again?"
"Huu... Hnngh... S-sorry... I'll do it again!"
"Mm, good girl... Keep at it till you get it right, disciple~"
Heinkel resumed thrusting, his lips curling smugly—but no one saw.
And so they diligently trained in mana circulation again.
Before they knew it, the sun hung high in the midday sky.
Incredibly, Charlotte had mastered the mana circulation technique in a single day.
"Heeek... Heek... No more..."
"Hmmm... Why is she so damn good at this...?"
He'd tried to sabotage her by hammering her G-spot and making her cum nonstop,
but he couldn't block her overwhelming talent.
'Hnnngh... Fuck yeah, dumping everything into Intelligence except 2 was genius...'
Charlotte praised herself inwardly.
Heinkel's smirk faded. A normal mentor would celebrate a talented disciple's growth,
but this bastard had lived half a century seething with inferiority toward Sword Masters.
Not enough to kill her over it—just a petty urge to mess with her a bit.
"Mm... Disciple, time to move to the next stage!"
"Hnnnghh... C-can we rest... just a bit first...?"
"Sure, you rest. I'll handle the moving—hahaha!"
As Heinkel grinned cheerfully again, Charlotte felt uneasy.
'Fuck, his laugh sounds so off...'
"Mana circulation isn't actually over yet."
"...Why not?"
Please let this be the end, Charlotte prayed.
"If you were a man, mastering one hole would suffice—but you know women have more holes, right, disciple~?"
That "~disciple" sounded mocking to her.
But the urgent part wasn't the holes... No way...?
Heinkel pulled his cock from her pussy and aimed slightly upward.
'Eh...? No, right?'
Turning at the suspicious pressure, she saw Heinkel grinning ear-to-ear.
And with that, his massive cock forced its way in—her anus stretched shluuuurk, unleashing agony upon Charlotte.
"GRRRRGGHHH!!!!"