Chapter 50
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: The Countess's Secret Lover
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Something was off.
The Countess tilted her head, rubbing her lower belly.
"Why... does it itch down there?"
It wasn't the kind of itch that made her want to scratch her skin.
Her cuntflesh twitched hotly, her lower abdomen clenching in something perilously close to heat.
What the hell? She wasn't lacking in libido by any means, but this was too much.
Even if her desires flared up, she could always suppress them.
But not now.
It wasn't enough to numb her mind, but she was in a constant state of arousal.
'Dangerous.'
If she slipped, the scorching heat building inside her might explode.
And then she'd devolve into a bitch chasing seed.
The Countess was still in her mid-thirties.
Having borne children young, she was in her prime for craving a man.
Her meticulous self-care made her look late twenties.
Perfect conditions to indulge without hesitation.
And there was a secret she kept even from her husband and her own family.
A secret that kept her looking even younger.
"Is something wrong?"
The Count, dining with her, tilted his head.
She couldn't help but worry, seeing his wife flushed and squirming.
"Oh, no. I'm fine."
"Really? If something's bothering you or you're unwell, tell me without holding back."
"Thank you for your concern."
The Countess smiled softly, toying with her fork and knife.
A gentle, caring husband who was more than enough for a lifetime partner.
Well-raised children.
A situation any ordinary woman would call bliss—but not her.
She craved something rougher, more wicked.
A vile man brimming with virility and raw masculinity.
"That was delicious. I'll excuse myself."
She smiled gently and left the table first.
Even with esteemed guests, she wasn't hosting personally, so she had time.
She'd been staying at the palace long enough as imperial kin.
She'd seen the Crown Prince plenty; holing up to cool off came first.
'Gotta at least masturbate to take the edge off.'
Back in her room, she stripped immediately.
She headed straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower to fill the tub.
Usually she'd bring a servant girl to wash her, but not today.
She needed to masturbate alone.
"Ngh... Ahh...!"
Soaking in the tub, she clawed at her pussy entrance.
The spacious tub let her stretch and spread her legs wide with no issue.
Her moderately swollen breasts.
Her hips, widened a bit from childbirth, swayed in the water.
"Haaah...!"
One hand scraping, thrusting, tormenting her entrance.
The other pinching and fondling her nipples—before long, she climaxed.
Her thighs quivered.
Her legs spread wide, toes pointed straight, lingering in the afterglow.
'This is weird.'
The Countess's eyes shook wildly.
Her body felt different from usual.
She'd definitely climaxed.
She had a healthy libido, but one session usually satisfied her.
Yet now, far from cooling off, she was irritated with dissatisfaction.
It felt like she'd been drugged with an aphrodisiac.
'Aphrodisiac? No way.'
Her head was foggy; she couldn't think straight.
Her heat only grew stronger.
Sex, mating.
No sign of it letting up until her womb was flooded with cum.
Still, she tried to endure.
No one had slipped her anything; she figured it was temporary.
'Ah, no... It's getting worse. I can't hold out.'
A week later.
She'd endured, but finally had to admit it wasn't a fluke.
'I want to fuck.'
Desire boiled in the Countess's heart.
She yearned to drain a sturdy stud dry, fill her belly with his seed.
She knew it was dangerous, but unquenched lust was far riskier.
If she didn't vent soon, she'd make a grave mistake.
The Count could never satisfy her.
Kind and capable, sure—but woefully lacking as a stud.
She needed a possessor of a mighty cock.
Someone safe enough for all the filthy play she craved.
The Countess decided to summon her long-time affair partner.
Been cooped up in the palace too long—felt bad about it, so I'd been wandering outside for about two weeks? Finally got a bite.
Took a while, but I hadn't been idle.
I'd dug up plenty on demonkin slave treatment, corruption, rebellion risks—without the Count knowing.
"Did she use magic?"
"Yeah. Not sure exactly, but definitely. I saw the mana wriggling."
Early dawn, sun just breaking.
Actaeon reported back from recon with a sharp grin.
'Whoa, chills.'
I blinked at Antiope standing beside Actaeon.
Never imagined she'd inject a magic aphrodisiac at the slightest suspicion.
She seemed like an obedient pup hanging on my every word...
But she was ready to rip anyone apart at my command.
Lesson learned: tread carefully.
"Sorry. I got ahead of myself with the call."
While I sat stunned silent, Antiope bowed, voice meek.
She looked genuinely remorseful.
"No, you did great. Chin up."
I stroked her shoulder with a smile.
A light dose kept boundaries intact, and results were good.
No complaints there.
"Ah...! Thank you!"
Antiope perked up, eyes sparkling.
My sincere reassurance melted her gloom; she seemed thrilled.
'Good enough.'
I caught my breath, then locked eyes with Actaeon across from me.
"Anyway, she used magic, right?"
"Yeah. Not sure what kind, but definite. At night, too."
"Count was asleep?"
"Yup. He's no mage; wouldn't notice. Mana flow was subtle even mid-heat."
Actaeon sighed, frowning.
Sounded like a gripe that her own heat let her spot it.
"Might've missed it without the heat?"
"I'd have sensed it anyway, but... yeah, kinda embarrassing to admit."
"Embarrassing my ass. You nailed it."
Never heard the Countess was a mage.
Yet she cast.
Solid evidence to harden suspicions.
"Gets shadier the deeper we dig. Good thing my gut was spot on."
"Totally. Tail's about to slip soon."
Actaeon nodded, arms crossed.
Same thought here.
"Must be exhausted, but keep watch. Plenty of rest after."
"Appreciate it, but you know the best reward's Master's cock?"
Actaeon grinned casually, even saying "cock."
Used to blush; now she was a bitch in heat for it.
'Guess all bitches melt for a good pounding?'
An old line popped to mind.
Still dubious, but not total bullshit.
"Alright. I'll stuff you full for the hard work."
She beamed at my ready agreement.
Antiope and Ekyon eyed her enviously—no words for that.
"Master, me too..."
Antiope shyly raised her hand, eyes pleading.
Like a pup begging for treats.
"You contributed too, so of course. Ekyon... next time."
"Yes, sir."
The other two chimed in unison.
Antiope joyful; Ekyon's eyes burned with resolve.
She'd rack up merits to get fucked.
Loved that fire.
'Can't be helped.'
Life has highs and lows.
No one shines every time.
"Hands out, all."
I took their hands, infusing white light.
Had to ease the fatigue to keep them going.
"Done. Back to posts. Bear with it a bit longer."
After the glow, I sent Actaeon out alone.
Felt like excluding her, but no choice.
Rewards for efforts.
"Magic confirmed—what kind, you think?"
Back on the sofa, Antiope settled left, asking.
Ekyon naturally took right.
"Dunno. Seems like Unique Magic, though..."
I pondered absently.
Visible casting, no effect? Classic Unique Magic.
And Uniques vary wildly by person.
Hard to predict, unexpected outcomes possible.
Needed to witness it firsthand for countermeasures.
'Come on, ask already.'
I stroked their thighs softly, eyes closed.
The overwhelming heft soothed me.
'Ugh, annoying.'
Deep into dawn.
Actaeon frowned, arms crossed.
She'd seen the Countess use mana occasionally, but no results.
At least outwardly.
Days of this? Frustrating as hell.
But today.
The moment she'd waited for hit—her eyes went wide.
'It's moving.'
Even mid-irritation, she'd silenced her presence perfectly—now even more so.
Breathing under total control.
Swish.
The Countess rose; sheets rustled softly.
From observation: fifteen midnights to masturbate.
Five for just peeing.
Today's dawn stroll—which? Answers soon.
Actaeon shadowed silently.
Or tried to.
'Outside?'
She blinked, seeing the Countess head to the balcony.
Just airing out now?
Actaeon crept to the massive glass doors, frowning.
Might be nothing, but better safe.
'Huh?'
Waiting breath-held a moment.
Unfamiliar breeze and mana grazed her forearm.
Definite.
Invisible, but someone was on the balcony.
"You're here?"
The Countess spoke cautiously.
Convinced someone arrived, she addressed them.
"Tch. This desperate to call me here? Risky."
As expected.
A man's voice from empty air.
Medium-thin timbre, arrogant.
Young.
Actaeon memorized it meticulously, silent.
For if they crossed paths.
'Transparency magic like mine?'
Uniques aren't exclusive.
Plenty share the same.
Rarer the spell, lower odds—but not impossible.
Knowing that, Actaeon tensed sharper.
"My body's been burning up... Guess I missed you."
"Cute."
Countess's light whine drew a snort.
Seemed to like the ripe bitch's plea.
"Show yourself already. I want a kiss."
"Fine."
Finally.
A man's form materialized in Actaeon's wide eyes.
Like shedding a transparent veil.
'That's the bastard.'
Adultery wasn't huge sin alone—but context mattered.
Needed to ID him solid.
Well-built muscles. Sleek jaw, sharp eyes.
Handsome and sturdy, but expression vile.
Distinctive look.
"Mmm... Missed you."
The Countess slipped into his arms unhesitant, kissing deep.
As obscene as the ones with me.
Revealing her sincerity.
Their bond's tightness.
"Veil us in Invisibility. I'll muffle sounds."
"Straight to fucking on arrival?"
"Mmm... Yes...♥"
"Fair. Been hard thinking of tasting our lady's pussy again."
Man chuckled, swiping the air.
Seemed pointless, but Actaeon saw different.
'Magic.'
Mana in hand warped space; they vanished.
Twisting out of sight.
Prime mating mood, yet cloaking?
Absurd.
Can't see bodies—hard to position, let alone excite.
'Interesting.'
Soon fully gone.
Muffled mating cries leaked through balcony cracks.