Chapter 751
Chapter 751
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 751
Chapter Title: Misfortune Befalls the Virtuous
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We arrived at the mayor's office. Elisha and the staff were waiting out front to welcome Park Su-ho.
Park Su-ho insisted he was just the mayor, not some noble, but the citizens gazed at him with unmistakable reverence. From where I stood, his position was no different from that of a noble lord—title be damned.
"Welcome, Mayor. We've been expecting you."
A blonde beauty in a flowing white robe spoke calmly. Even beneath the loose fabric, her ample curves were impossible to miss.
Elisha made a point of avoiding my eyes. A wise choice. If either of us let on that we knew each other, Park Su-ho might start asking questions.
"Nothing went wrong while I was away, right?"
"No, sir. Nothing out of the ordinary. The Magic Marshal from the Solit Republic is still due to arrive in two days."
Elisha replied. Their rapport had definitely cooled. Things used to feel warmer between them, but now it was all business—dry and stripped of any personal warmth.
"Elisha, this is my guest. You remember him from last time? He's a close friend who's here to help out. He'll be staying in the city for a few days, so make sure he's taken care of."
"...Yes, I remember. It's been a long time."
Our eyes finally met. I flashed a sly grin, and she quickly looked away.
After a brief exchange of greetings, we had lunch and headed into a meeting. The room was packed not just with Elisha, but also key figures like the heads of major merchant guilds, the guard captain, a dwarf representative, and others who wielded real influence in the city.
All of them treated Park Su-ho with genuine respect, not a hint of condescension. Maybe he really was cut out to be a lord after all.
A mustachioed middle-aged merchant spoke gravely.
"The Veroprin Merchant Guild pledges 5,000 gold for Veroprin's defense. The Solit Republic is ruthless in its oppression. We will stand with Mayor Park Su-ho until the end."
"Five thousand gold... That's no small sum. Thank you. I promise it'll go solely toward protecting Veroprin City."
"We trust you, Mayor. If I may offer some advice: Meet the Magic Marshal outside the city. Conflict is inevitable, and we need to minimize the damage to Veroprin."
No one disagreed. The way the meeting flowed so smoothly, it was clear they'd already hashed out the basics among themselves before Park Su-ho arrived.
"Guard captain, how are the soldiers holding up?"
"Morale is sky-high. They love this city. Some are even saying they'd die for Veroprin. Recruits are still pouring in."
"Don't take any more. We can get through this without it. Too many civilians turning into soldiers will just make things harder afterward."
Park Su-ho listened to every single person, never dismissing a soul, tweaking the plans as he went.
He's so different from me. I'd just dump the details on Yuria and call it a day. Wait, maybe that's it—he doesn't have talent like her.
What I couldn't wrap my head around was his concern for every last soldier. Elite knights? Sure. But rank-and-file grunts?
If they die, just conscript more. Turn slaves into cannon fodder. Oh, right—no slaves in Veroprin.
The word "slave" never crossed Park Su-ho's lips. I hadn't seen any on the way here either.
Did this world not have slavery? Or was it just Veroprin? I figured the latter.
The meeting dragged on. All eyes on Park Su-ho. I slid my hand sideways and groped Elisha's thigh. Even if someone glanced over, no one would see— the table hid it perfectly.
My fingers slipped under her robe, hiked up her skirt, and dove into her panties. The soft, tidy patch of pubic hair brushed my palm. A few rubs against her slit, and warm wetness greeted me.
"Ngh... Hnng..."
Elisha trembled faintly, biting her lower lip to stifle herself. She fought to keep composed, but her pussy was already drooling.
I slid my middle finger inside. She hadn't been fucked lately—tight as hell. Every twitch of my digit made her jolt.
"Silvrek, what about the Black Anvil dwarves?"
"No worries, Mayor. The Black Anvil dwarves are with Veroprin to the bitter end. We never forget your grace."
"That's a relief. How's the wall repair and reinforcement going?"
"On track. Wrapping up now—done by noon tomorrow. Worked with the mages to fortify it, so it should hold against the fallout. My real concern is how we take down that Magic Marshal."
"Elisha."
Park Su-ho called on her.
"Y-yes, sir...!"
All eyes turned to her. She held it together—barely. Her pussy, though? It clenched harder than ever.
"Tell us again about this Magic Marshal headed our way."
"Ugh... According to intelligence, the one in charge is the mage of Plundering Water, Yekaterina Vasilinova."
Everyone but Park Su-ho and me groaned at the name alone. That kind of reaction? Yekaterina was no ordinary foe.
"What's her temperament?"
"She revels in sadism and aggression, but surprisingly, she's open to talk... ah...!"
I slipped another finger in. Her inner walls wriggled, sucking them greedily.
"Talk... If we can resolve this peacefully, that's ideal. But unlikely. Plundering Water means a water mage, right?"
"Yes. Yekaterina reached mage-lord rank at fifteen, Magic Marshal at twenty. Genius doesn't even cover it—she's a monster."
"How strong is she?"
"She's wiped out an entire city single-handedly."
"......"
Silence fell. Yekaterina was a walking strategic weapon.
I stilled my fingers—no sloppy sounds that might give us away. But Elisha's thighs shifted, rubbing against my hand like she was begging for more.
"...If we prepare thoroughly, even a Magic Marshal can be beaten. Let's review Veroprin's status again."
The meeting resumed under Park Su-ho's lead.
I resumed too—slowly.
Squelch... squelch... The wet sounds drowned in his voice, audible only to us.
Elisha's head dipped. Her pussy quivered. She parted her lips, exhaling a hot, shaky breath. Her eyes glazed over, unfocused on the table.
I pulled my fingers out. Middle and index slick with her juices.
Can't let you have all the fun alone.
I unzipped, freed my cock, and forced her hand onto it. Her soft, slender fingers flinched, then wrapped around expertly, stroking slow and steady.
We fondled each other under the table until the meeting wrapped.
After lunch, Park Su-ho went off to tour the city. He took real pride in what he'd built here. Said city inspections were routine whenever he entered the tattoo world.
The moment he left the mansion, I slipped into Elisha's room. No need to worry about his oversight—he could only observe from outside the tattoo realm.
"Elisha. Kept you waiting, huh?"
She eyed me warily, backing away.
"...Please. Not now. Later. I have too much to do."
"You've got one thing to do right now: fuck. Nothing's more important."
"Kyaaah!"
I lunged, yanked her white robe, and stripped her bare. Her soft D-cup tits bounced free. I grabbed them roughly and tugged her white panties down.
"L-let go!"
"Heh. Don't fight it. Your pussy's soaked... You want this as bad as I do."
I shoved her back. She stumbled forward, gripping the desk. I pressed tight against her plump ass.
"Kyaa! I really do have work! The Magic Marshal arrives in two days... mmph..."
I kneaded her breasts, forced a kiss, and teased her dripping slit with my throbbing cock.
"Haa... ahn... no...!"
She wriggled her hips to escape. Futile. It just looked like she was begging me to thrust. Her moving ass even parted her lips, letting my tip slip in.
Drip...
Her juices trailed down my shaft, past my balls, onto my thigh.
"Wetter than I remember. Been too long?"
"Haaang! P-please... let me go. I have... nngh... work...!"
"Relax. Let my cock in."
I eased in—agonizingly slow. A reminder of who owned this pussy.
Tighter than before. Feels like a virgin.
Purity by grip alone. One look at her sloppy, juice-gushing hole swallowing my girth? No one would call it virgin.
"Ah, haaaang... haa."
Thud!
Bottomed out. Her walls hugged my shaft in welcome.
Elisha hung her head, shuddering. Her radiant blonde hair swayed across her pale back. On impulse, I grabbed it like reins and yanked back.
"Haaaaah!"
Her head snapped back. Face flushed, drool spilling from parted lips. Eyes lost to pleasure, staring blankly.
Splat! Splat!
I pounded hard. Her ass clapped against my thighs with wet smacks. Her jiggling tits caught my eye. I pinched a nipple—her pussy clamped tighter.
"Ahn! Ahn! Hng! Ahn!"
"See? You love it. Why fight?"
"I-I'm not... It's just... eeeek!?"
Something gushed out in spurts. She came. I didn't stop, savoring her spasming cunt.
"No problem creampieing you. Should I knock you up too?"
"No...! Not pregnant! Please, no pregnancy...!"
She shook her head frantically. She knew I could impregnate even the barren—recent Veroprin beauties proved it. Some weren't even ovulating.
She squirmed to escape. I grinned, gripped her thighs to pin her.
"Don't want a baby? Then beg like last time. Remember? You said you're contrary."
"Hng... Cum inside... fill my pussy with your semen!"
"Kukuku."
Her contradiction cracked me up.
That's enough with Elisha. Time for Matilda and the rest.
The day of reckoning arrived.
Park Su-ho and I walked out of the city. As its lord, he cut an imposing figure in his cloak and finery.
Me? Trailing behind in plain leather armor for mobility's sake, I looked downright shabby.
"Waaaaah!"
Soldiers arrayed outside the gates roared in unison. Roughly two thousand strong. Already resolved to die for the city, their morale was electric. Park Su-ho's speech fired them up even more.
We took the lead.
In the distance, a four-horse carriage raced toward the city.