The Watermill
I went downstairs with Silly. Dinner was nearly upon us, so we couldn't keep going forever. A shame, but I decided to send her home for the night. We'd already crossed the line once — from tomorrow on, she'd take me without resistance.
I turned my head and looked at her as she descended the stairs, her hand in mine. Her face was flushed, her eyes staring blankly into space. The pain of her deflowering hadn't fully faded; every so often her waist gave a little twitch.
My gaze dropped. A long skirt. We hadn't had time to clean up, so inside it her panties would be sticky and soaked with the seed still leaking from her pussy — the whole underside of that skirt thick with a lewd, musky smell.
"Silly."
"Y-yes!"
"Mind if I come see you tomorrow morning?"
"O-of course. I'm always happy to welcome you, Count."
"Glad to hear it."
I checked our surroundings. No one in sight. I kissed her, and of course I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
"Hah… mm…."
We stayed like that on the stairs for a while. Silly's face went even redder. In silence we continued down. Busy servants moved through the halls. And there, standing at the entrance of the mansion, was Kyle. The moment he saw us he came over.
"Yujin, Silly! Finished the tour of the mansion?"
"Ah. Kyle. Silly was satisfied. I invited her to dinner, but… apparently her family's waiting at home. So I'm sending her back by carriage."
Kyle looked at Silly's face and faltered. She wore the face of a woman thoroughly spent — not the fresh air of a virgin, but the atmosphere of a wife who already knew a man.
"Silly. Your face is awfully red. Are you feeling unwell?"
"I-I'm fine. I'm fine."
She started to answer him casually, then caught my eye and hastily switched to formal speech. I pretended not to notice and spoke to Kyle.
"We had a little wine earlier."
"Is that so? So Silly can't hold her liquor. Silly — I'll see you home."
"I can go by myself."
She glanced at me.
"Kyle. Ride with her. I'm a little uneasy sending her alone. Silly — see you later."
I handed her off to Kyle and turned away.
"Ah… Count! Thank you for today!"
I smiled and waved to her.
Rattle, rattle.
Inside the swaying carriage it was quiet.
Kyle pretended to look out the window while watching Silly from the corner of his eye. It seemed to be her first time in a carriage; she was restless, repeatedly glancing outside, both hands wrapped around her lower belly. Something about the sight put an unnameable unease in him.
"Silly."
"H-huh?!"
"Why so jumpy?"
"I was just… thinking about something else."
"…How was the festival today? Did you enjoy it?"
"I did. I've never had this much fun before."
She answered with a bright smile.
Kyle felt a little of the tension leave him.
With his only remaining right hand he fretted at his trouser pocket. The small box was still there. The original plan had been to propose to Silly before leaving the mansion — but Yujin's appearance had thrown everything off.
Should I propose now…?
Her manner bothered him. She hadn't been focused on him at all. Her heart seemed to be somewhere else entirely.
While Kyle kept hesitating, the carriage rolled on, and soon they arrived at her house. Silly stepped down and bowed to him.
"Kyle. Thank you so much for today. Because of you I got to see Count Frucus's mansion… I don't think I'll ever forget what happened today."
"Silly…."
He hesitated. That was the mistake. Paying his reaction no mind, she opened the door and went inside.
"Bye, Kyle. See you at Mount Hua tomorrow."
Thud.
The door closed.
Kyle squeezed his eyes shut. In the end he hadn't proposed. Forcing the images of Yujin and Silly out of his head, he returned to the Mount Hua Sect.
"Lord Kyle."
During a break, a knight training at Mount Hua came over to speak.
"What is it?"
"Did things not go well at the festival? It's been a week since it ended and your face still looks terrible. Did you quarrel with Silly, by any chance?"
"It's nothing like that."
"Judging by how bright Silly's face has been, I rather thought it might be. So the festival didn't go as planned."
"……."
Kyle had no rebuttal. The knight was right — the plan had fallen apart.
"I know it's not my place to meddle in your affairs, Lord Kyle. But watching you lately, I can't just sit still. Lord Kyle — only the courageous win beautiful women. Don't be afraid."
"You think I'm afraid…?"
"Aren't you afraid of proposing and being refused? I was the same when I proposed to my wife. Couldn't sleep properly, I was so anxious. But once I actually did it, it was nothing. Do you know Sir Belich? He put off proposing and put it off until another man took his lady from him. …'Took' is a bit strong. Lost her, maybe…?"
"Sir Belich has a wife."
"That was before he met his current one. And you have insurance, Lord Kyle — so even if you fail, it's fine, isn't it?"
"Insurance?"
"I heard you have a fiancée. If it comes to it, you can simply marry her."
"You mean Barien. Barien and I don't suit each other. A man who suits her better will appear for her as well."
"Hmm. Is that so. Your engagement is a family matter, so it's hard for me to say much. Anyway — my point is that if you drag your feet, you can lose the chance. Go for it. When we train in the Plum Blossom Sword Art, don't you always tell us not to act like cowards and just try?"
"That's right. I have to try. I can't act like a coward…."
Kyle steeled his resolve. He couldn't keep fretting over this forever.
"Lord Kyle. If you want to see Silly, head toward the watermill on the western outskirts."
"The watermill?"
"Lately Silly works at the mill during the day. With Martina… her mother, I hear."
"Thank you."
Kyle thanked the knight and changed clothes. Since Silly's mother would be there, he dressed more carefully than usual. Then he set out for the watermill.
The area around it was quiet. Only the turning of the waterwheel filled the air. Kyle walked toward the mill and stopped short several times. The moment he actually meant to propose, his body tensed and trembled.
Thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
The closer he came, the clearer the sound of the pestle became. He was trying to tell himself it was a calming sound when he noticed something strange mixed into it.
"…Ah, ahh… your tongue's going so deep……!"
"Aang! It feels so good…! It's so hard! Hnngh!"
Kyle froze where he stood. It felt as if all the blood in his body were draining out. Dread raced down his spine; cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Forcing his breathing under control, he killed his presence as completely as he could.
He approached the mill with care. Ignoring the heart hammering with dread, he carefully peered through a window into the interior.
"Haaaaaaang!"
"Ang! Count! I'm going to— I'm going to come…!"
Three naked figures were writhing atop a desk.
The man lay on his back. A woman who looked to be in her thirties straddled his face, crying out as she ground herself against him. Bounce, bounce — her breasts swayed.
The other, younger woman was squatting over his cock, working her hips. Slap, slap! She moved with a violence that put the pounding mill beside them to shame. Bounce, bounce — she, too, had large breasts.
When Kyle confirmed their faces, the shock nearly dropped him to the floor.
Silly…! And Martina — Silly's mother…!
"Haang, hahk! Haaaaaaang! I'm cominggggg!"
"Silly… hngh… together… togetherrrrrr…!"
Mother and daughter climaxed at the same time, squirting their juices.
Kyle felt bile rising and still could not tear his eyes away.
Silly's face was nothing like her usual pure expression. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out. She couldn't even swallow her own drool; it ran down her chin. Completely ruled by pleasure, she looked more beast than girl.
Martina, her mother, was no different. Wearing an expression even more lewd than her daughter's, she rubbed her ass into the man's face.
The man…! Who is the man…?!
Kyle looked at the man's head. Buried under Martina, his face was hidden. But uncommon black hair was visible — the same black hair as Kyle's own.
Kyle clenched his fists. An unbelievable thought rose in his mind.
No. There's no way Yujin — Count Frucus — would be in a place like this.
Just then they changed positions.
Silly lay back on the desk; Martina climbed on top of her. Their large breasts pressed and flattened against each other. Sexually inflamed beyond reason, they had abandoned every scrap of ethics and chased the pleasure of the flesh like animals. Mother and daughter kissed, tongues sliding together.
The man slowly rose from his place.
Kyle bit down hard on his lip. The man was his younger brother — Yujin Frucus. Stepping down to the floor, Yujin watched the mother and daughter's debauchery and grinned.
"Mother and daughter getting along so nicely. Looks good. Especially the way your stiff little clits are hugging each other — that's a nice view. Both pussies are soaked… whose should I put it in?"
Martina moved first. Reaching both hands behind her, she spread her ass as wide as she could and presented her pussy.
"Count! Put it in mine! Silly's been enjoying your cock this whole time already."
"N-no! My pussy is younger and tighter than Mother's! Put your cock in mine, Count! Please!"
"Silly! How can you—?!"
"You've been sleeping with the Count for ages, Mother! You give him up this time!"
"Silly! Are you really going to do this?!"
Their voices rose.
Yujin stepped in before it went further.
"There, there. Settle down. We've got plenty of time — no need to fight."
He pushed his cock into Martina's pussy first.
"Haaaaang! Cock's here…!"
He slowly pulled out and thrust into Silly's pussy below.
"Hnnnngh! Just having the Count's cock inside is going to make me come again…! Aang!"
Slap-slap-slap!
Yujin fucked mother and daughter's pussies in turn.
Kyle ground his teeth. Unable to watch to the end, he fled the watermill. Staggering alone down the empty road, he suddenly collapsed. On all fours like a dog, he could no longer hold back the retching.
"Uweeeehk!"
Rage, disgust, grief — every emotion whirled through his head. After heaving until his stomach was empty, some measure of calm returned… and with it a boiling lust. The space between his legs was swollen. Compared to Yujin's, it was barely half the size. Feeling only despair, Kyle trudged back toward Mount Hua.
"Hey, mister."
A woman stepped out of a house that was little better than a ruin. Brown hair, sunken cheeks. Her clothes hung half-open, baring breasts like dried scabs. Her unusually large dark-brown nipples stood stiff. Between her stick-thin thighs, her sex was pitch black.
He knew at a glance. A whore — and not even one who could work a proper brothel. The cheapest of the cheap. Forty at the youngest.
"All backed up, aren't you? Your face is my type, so I'll do you for ten thousand ner. What do you say?"
The usual Kyle would have ignored her and walked on.
But right now Kyle was drowning in a vicious sexual hunger. The scene from moments ago would not leave his head. He needed to discharge this damned feeling. If he didn't, he felt the demonic possession would come for him again.
"…I don't… have any money on me right now…."
"What's that in your pocket, then?"
Kyle took out the box. The ring he had prepared for Silly.
Greed lit the whore's eyes.
"Give me that. I'll service you plenty. Mouth, too… and the back. Other plays are fine as well."
Kyle tossed her the ring. It was useless now. To him it was no better than trash.
The whore took it with delight. She stripped off her rag of clothing at once and spread her legs toward him. What she offered looked like the mouth of some deep abyss — and from that abyss came a sharp, acrid stench. Kyle staggered toward her.
The blackened pussy called to him.