Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: 6. Balua Count's Territory (4)
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"Haa... haa..."
"Hoo... hoo..."
The guard captain and Charlotte clung tightly to each other, savoring the lingering afterglow of their intense passion.
For about a minute, the two remained locked in that embrace, feeling each other's body heat and ragged breaths.
The guard captain shook off the last remnants of semen from his cock and moved to untie Charlotte's hands and feet, trying to stand up.
But her loosened legs naturally crossed behind his waist, pulling him in tight.
From the man's perspective, his arousal had spiked and then crashed, but a woman's orgasm was different.
Charlotte was still riding the waves of that massive climax.
Her mind had cleared a bit, but her hips and inner walls were still trembling.
'Hng... I want to feel it a little longer...'
The cock filling her pussy depths, the semen stuffing her womb.
She didn't want to let go of this inexplicable sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.
"Heeung... Just a little longer like this..."
Charlotte let out a coquettish whimper without realizing it.
True to form, she became utterly womanly during sex.
"Alright... But with it ending like this, who won the bet?"
The guard captain, who had regained his senses first, asked.
They probably both had hazy memories of it themselves.
At the very end, they'd been so lost in overwhelming pleasure that the bet hadn't crossed their minds at all.
"A tie...?"
In modern times, they might've measured brainwaves down to the millisecond to decide, but here, it came down to their honest judgment.
The man, tempted to claim victory, lifted her chin slightly to look at Charlotte.
What met his gaze was
disheveled hair, a beautifully flushed and lewd face, a sweat-slicked body, and full, heaving breasts.
The erotic "haa... haa..." breaths whispered in his ear, and he felt her pussy twitching around him.
His cock hardened again, as if enchanted.
"Since it's a tie, we should go again until there's a winner."
"W-wait... That puts me at a disadvantage..."
Naturally, a second round favored the man. His arousal dropped off sharply after climax, while hers lingered.
"You're loving it, but playing coy..."
The man took her legs wrapped around his waist as proof.
He began moving his cock gently again, gradually picking up speed.
-Plu... wk... Pluk. Pluk, pluk.
"Haht!!... W-wait a sec!!"
Maintaining the mating press, he slammed down into her again.
After a few thrusts, her legs tightened even more, as if begging, 'Impregnate me, cum inside.'
Not a conscious act, but pure instinct. Meanwhile, she covered her mouth with one hand and turned her head aside.
The man gave up on kissing and started sucking her large breasts instead.
The no-caressing rule was irrelevant now.
-Squish. Squish, squooop.
"Hngh!! Hmph!"
Unrestrained moans leaked through her covered lips.
The massive glans scraping her depths deliciously, her womb sloshing full of semen.
"Ha... haaaang!!!!"
Charlotte climaxed again mere moments after insertion.
A total defeat.
"Hoo... I win the bet... Here I go too!"
Ignoring her ongoing orgasm, the man pounded her pussy mercilessly.
-Splurt! Spluuurt!!
Her pussy and womb entrance crumpled under the assault,
-Bleurgh!! Bleugh!
"Heeeek!!!"
Semen flooded her womb once more. Charlotte arched her back dramatically, head thrown back, her climax dragging on.
Even then, her legs pulled him tighter, helping his cock mash her womb harder.
Pure instinct for an even bigger orgasm.
"Hngh!!!"
The man ravenously sucked her offered breasts, wringing out every last drop.
"Hoo... hoo... I won, right? Time to claim my prize..."
The bet's price: three days as a sex slave, then release.
But they couldn't keep this up in the interrogation room.
Finally, he pried her vise-like legs free and stood to clean up.
"Heeng... heeung..."
"Hey! Snap out of it, you slut!!"
His own legs wobbled slightly, but he couldn't show weakness.
Leaving as-is would've screamed crime scene, so he released mana to evaporate the semen and fluids.
He roughly dressed the dazed Charlotte and stuffed her into a nearby burlap sack.
Perfect crime complete.
He left the interrogation room and took her straight home.
He nearly ran into other guards en route,
but the lower ranks eyed him enviously, and fellow captains covered for each other with a knowing 'Have fun, don't get caught.'
What sticky camaraderie.
Absurd, but Charlotte had been kidnapped and raped in broad daylight at the city gate by a guard.
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-Guard Captain's House-
"Hoo... Now what do I do with this..."
Dumped from the sack, Charlotte sat glaring at the guard captain.
"Hey... A mana oath's binding. Stay quietly for three days, then go."
"Ha... You psycho. Kidnapping, assault, rape—you're no guard captain, you're a crime lord."
"Ahem... Blame your looks... Ahem. So how'd you end up alone in this city?"
Thankfully, she had a prepared backstory. No pointless resistance in the sack.
"I was supposed to meet my fiancé in Dyke Barony. Dad opposed the marriage, so I ran away."
The lie flowed smoothly.
"Three days? Knowing your dad, he'll storm here tomorrow. Hear our story, and your head rolls."
A chill ran down the guard captain's spine. Bound by mana oath, no way out—life ruined.
"You... should've said that earlier... Fuck!!!"
"Pfft... You have to release me unharmed in three days. Will your head still be attached?"
The fate of those who toy with fire.
"There has to be... a way..."
Pacing frantically, he pondered. Charlotte sensed her moment.
"Hm... There is. If they know I'm heading to Dyke Barony, no time to investigate here—they'll head straight there."
'Please bite!!! Please bite!!'
"Oh!? That's it!! Thanks—I'll prepare. You wait here!!"
He bolted out.
'Whoa, idiot bought it. Heh heh.'
Not that he was dumb—life on the line clouded judgment. Plan success.
Grinning at her scheme's success, Charlotte leisurely explored, finding the bedroom.
Her clothes felt stuffy, skirt soaked with leaks, so she stripped naked and lounged comfortably.
'It'll take time—might as well train leisurely.'
She summoned the manual, browsing useful techniques.
The fight with the guard captain taught her plenty. If stronger, she'd rape, not be raped.
Fucking and being fucked were both sex, but worlds apart for once-male Charlotte.
Must she always submit as a woman? No. Just fuck men carefully, avoiding Lust Arts backlash.
Compromise: keep her masculinity, max mana gain.
But she needed far more strength.
Regrettably, the manual lacked swordsmanship or attack spells.
All pages obsessed over mana cultivation.
No wonder every page was flesh-toned.
Methods to gain mana more efficiently by position:
Heinkel taught basics (100% efficiency); this manual hit 150%.
Varied hugely by position, cock size/thickness, semen volume—mastering all would take ages, but synergy pushed over 200%.
Even efficient ways from other races: orcs, goblins, trolls, bizarre unseen beasts, neatly cataloged.
Most shocking: mana from fellatio while lactating, swallowing semen.
Requires dantian in breasts—needs certain size.
Multiple dantians for massive absorption. Novel theory, intriguing.
Did first Lust Demon Lucia master this??
This to become Lust Goddess.
Final page: Lucia's ultimate form.
Five dantians crammed in womb, hips, breasts. Mouth, pussy, ass all violated simultaneously for mana.
Theoretically 6x normal sex... Whoa...
This to become Lust Goddess! I can't do that.
But damn, her face looks hot...
Growing aroused eyeing manual and Lucia's gangbang, she rubbed her pussy,
-Thud.
Guard captain bastard entered.
'Ugh, no sense of timing.'
"Ahem... Leave now! Carriage and clothes ready outside—straight to Dyke Barony."
'Wow... Efficiency? Facing death changes people...'
Under an hour, all prepped.
The clothes fit like a glove—leather.
'Too tight? This okay?'
She checked the mirror.
'Oh fuck... So damn sexy... Problem is it's me.'
"No other clothes?"
"Hoo... One last favor."
"What?"
"One more time before you go."
"...Fuck, what—kyaaah!!"
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"Hng... heeuk..."
Charlotte trembled, ass up on the bed.
"One time," he said—came three.
'Hoo... And why's the zipper here...'
He'd just unzipped and plunged in.
Bastard picked this on purpose.
-Slap!!
"Kyut!!"
"Move it! Coachman's waiting—a old subordinate, won't ditch."
"Ugh... fuck..."
She forced shaky legs to stand, zipped her pussy.
'Fuck, semen pooling inside... So sticky...'
"Hurry—tell your dad opposite territory if he comes. Service."
"Bullshit... Anyway, bye rapist."
'Dad? No one's coming. Heh.'
Outside: sturdy carriage.
'Oh, bastard delivered.'
Coachman eyed her ogle.
"Why so late? Fucking?"
"N-no, let's go. Departing now?"
"Heh heh... Late, hop on."
Thus, Charlotte rode off from Balua.
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Three days later, Balua Territory
"Seen this woman?"
Bald, rugged Jack flashed Charlotte's photo.
Jack missed her direct path over mountains, checked adjacent territories first—delayed.
'Fuck... Knight's daughter...? Explains the power...'
Guard captain finally got her strength's source.
"Uh... Y-yeah. Left by carriage recently?"
"Where to?"
"Not sure, southwest-ish."
"Thanks..."
Bald Jack headed opposite northeast.
Charlotte heads northeast from Balua to Dyke Barony.
Lucea lies just south of Balua.