Bianca's Audacious Seduction and Phallax's Dismal End
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Bianca came trotting right up to me. I'd claimed an entirely new house for myself—one that had belonged to a villager who died in the battle.
Bianca, with her light brown skin, approached me, her ponytail swaying like a tail behind her.
Maybe because Hargen was dead, she'd fallen for me so easily. No, even if Hargen hadn't kicked the bucket, she still would've become my woman.
Bianca craves a strong man. I'd seen plenty of her type before, so I could spot it just from the look in her eyes. She wasn't the kind of girl a dimwit like Hargen could ever handle.
"Hehe. Mr. Walker. When are you planning to leave, Mr. Walker?"
Bianca sauntered over, hips swaying seductively, her voice dripping with sweetness. She was putting on a sultry act, but I could tell she was pretty damn nervous. Her shoulders were rigid, and her expression looked awkwardly forced.
It was like a little kid borrowing their parents' clothes to play grown-up. But it was kinda funny and cute, so I didn't call her out on it. There's a certain flavor to this kind of thing.
"Planning to rest up a bit before I head out. Got a long road ahead, you know."
"Hmm~ Don't you need a servant to attend to you, by any chance?"
"I've got Luna."
"Lady Luna's really your maid? With all that power, a maid? Hard to believe."
Yeah, not many people in the world would buy that Luna was my maid. But she is—a damn loyal one at that.
"Luna alone might not be enough to keep up with me, though."
"In that case~ Could I maybe attend to you, Mr. Walker?"
Bianca looked up at me with sparkling eyes.
I met her gaze head-on and grinned. Bold as brass, she didn't look away. I'd noticed it before, but Bianca had some real guts. For a virgin to come on this strong, it took serious nerve.
"I don't take on dead weight."
"Hmm~ I'm confident I can be someone you need."
"Talk's cheap. Prove it with actions."
At my words, Bianca smiled like she'd been waiting for them and stepped even closer. Looked like she'd made up her mind completely.
I lay back on the bed, hands behind my head, looking up at her with a relaxed expression. Go ahead and do your thing.
Anyone but a seasoned whore would panic in a spot like this, but Bianca surprisingly pulled down my pants without missing a beat. I lifted my hips to make it easier for her.
"Oh ho. Looks like country life makes girls mature fast in certain ways."
"What else is there to do for fun around here? The old folks go at it like crazy in the village mill every night. My sister's pretending otherwise, but she knows all about man-woman stuff too."
"Huh? Aren't you both virgins?"
"Our bodies are, yeah. Sis is huge on premarital chastity, so I've stayed pure too. Guess I owe her thanks right now."
Virgins usually fetch a higher price than non-virgins. Me? As long as it tastes good, I don't care either way.
Bianca tugged down my underwear. Up to this point, she kept her cool. But what happens when she sees the goods?
"Whoa... it's huge."
The second my underwear came off, my cock sprang up like a snake rearing its head. It'd been hard for a while. I flexed to make it bob up and down on purpose. Instead of freaking out, Bianca smirked and poked at the swaying shaft with her finger.
"Bigger than those village uncles' I spied on once."
"You get off peeping on other people's fun?"
"I was heading to the mill with grain, and they didn't even lock the door while doing it. Anyway, did you magic this thing to grow so big?"
"Nah. All natural pride and joy."
"Whoa... the smell's so intense too."
Bianca brought her face right up to my cock. Bold move for a virgin. But her fidgeting fingers gave her away—she was pretending to stay calm, but clearly excited as hell.
"Not fair if only I'm stripping. Your turn."
"Ugh... yeah, guess so?"
Without a word of protest, Bianca started undressing. The short leather dress she wore was tricky to remove—probably work clothes for the fields. She struggled for a few minutes before finally peeling it off and tossing it in the corner of the bed. Still had her bra and panties on.
"These too, right?"
She unhooked her bra before I could even answer. A flush crept across her face, growing deeper. Baring her skin was a big thrill for a virgin like her.
"Arms away. And the bottoms too."
"Y-yes... moving them now."
Bianca slowly lowered her arms in a languid motion—it was like a painting. Would've fit perfectly in a sunlit sunflower field on a bright day.
Her tits were impressive. The kind you could barely cup with one hand—plump and full. Nipples a light pink, areolas on the larger side. But the nipples themselves were small. Might be a shame for sucking.
Top off, now the bottom. Bianca cleared her throat a few times, then slowly slid her panties down to her ankles. Unlike her chest, she didn't cover her pussy. Maybe the light brown bush helped ease the embarrassment?
"You've got quite the thick bush."
Puberty must've hit early. Probably never trimmed in her life. Not jungle-thick, though—just enough that it'd peek through your fingers if you ran your hand over it.
I'll have to get her to shave later.
A neat bikini line would suit her.
"Can't see the pussy well. Spread it wide open so I can get a good look."
"Ughhh... got it."
Bianca didn't know the word "no"—or rather, she was busting her ass to please me.
This moment was her shot at changing her life. With that bold personality, she didn't belong as some country bumpkin.
Following orders, she spread her legs and stood over me, giving me a perfect upskirt view of her pussy. But she didn't stop there—she squatted down. Less than 5cm between my nose and her slit.
Way better goods than I expected.
Then she spread her own pussy lips. The pale pink folds parted, revealing her virgin secrets. A hell of a sight. I wanted to snap a pic.
"I-is this good?"
Perfect. A solid 100.
"Good. Shape's nice, smell's nice—passed with flying colors."
"Th-the smell's not bad, right? I washed up real good..."
I couldn't help but grin imagining her scrubbing her pussy raw with cold water. Still in position, I grabbed her thighs and yanked her toward me.
"Eek!"
Her body collapsed, landing right on my face. Facesitting position. I got a whiff of her pussy scent. She'd washed well—no off smells beyond that natural fishy tang. Healthy country girl vibes.
"Slurp! Schlorp! Slurp! Slurp!"
"Haaang...! Hn! W-wait... suddenly like this...! Hiiik!"
Bianca writhed and moaned like she'd been shocked with electricity.
She'd given me a great show, so time to show her a new world.
No plans to take her virginity yet. I'm popping both sisters together. Virgin sister donburi—that's the real prize. This was just a taste for today.
"Hnnng~!"
Bianca's loud moan probably carried outside. The house wasn't soundproofed.
After sampling Bianca's pussy, I was in such a good mood I decided to carry out Phallax's execution.
The prison for Phallax and his knight cronies was a manure storage shed. No proper jail around.
Turned out one knight had died overnight from blood poisoning. He'd been badly wounded before lockdown, and infection finished him off. Name was Rengen or something?
"Come out! Time for execution!"
They'd lost all will to live—Phallax and his knights shuffled out with dead fish eyes. The stench was brutal, so we doused them with cold well water. One croaked from a heart attack in the process.
"Pathetic weakling."
Before the beheading, I gave Phallax one last walk. Even made him a sign myself.
'I am a gangster. I will receive Mr. Walker's judgment.'
The villagers welcomed him on his final march, tossing food scraps so he wouldn't go hungry.
His last stop: the village square. We'd hastily built a gallows overnight.
Originally planned decapitation, but folks said it'd be hard to do a public display after, so we switched to hanging.
Reaching the gallows, he bawled his eyes out in joy at ending his miserable life. Even pissed his pants.
"This can't be! Get the lord! Get the lord! I can't die here!"
"Don't worry. You won't be lonely on the way."
Phallax's cronies went up first. The executioners were young village men. Worried no one would volunteer, but most of the youths signed up.
The knights thrashed at first, but their battered bodies had no strength left. They dangled like ripe grapes.
"Those heaven-defying scum dying like this! Justice lives!"
Villagers pelted them with stones and swung sticks like it was a piñata party, humiliating the still-twitching knights. Phallax despaired watching.
"No!"
Finally, he dangled too. One youth sharpening the disembowelment knife eyed Phallax's corpse with gleaming eyes. The show wasn't over yet.