The Countess's Wager
Being held by Leona and Airen didn't mean Luimina was incapable of resistance. After all, as a noble she had studied magic and could fight back if she chose.
Shhhk…
Except for the deadly blades resting against her throat.
Even if she tried, it wouldn't have mattered. Luimina was a countess who had learned magic only as a noble's refinement—her skill was little more than a hobby.
"Now then, how shall I enjoy this?"
I stared at her protruding breasts and considered where to begin. There was nothing easier to turn into a breeding female than a married woman. They required no tedious effort to raise affection. The same held true for any experienced woman—the more seasoned she was, the quicker she fell. Females were creatures that compared everything. The moment a cock entered them, they instinctively measured it against every man they had known before. Ertia, who had sold her body to countless men, had become a female the instant mine was inside her.
Married women were especially vulnerable. Most had known only one cock for years. Having spent their lives with something less than the best, their bodies were overflowing with pent-up lust. It was impossible to imagine how much.
"Y-you bastard! Stop!"
She shouted as I slowly began unbuttoning her clothes, but that was all she could do.
"Would you mind not yelling at Master any further?"
Shrrrng…
Leona's sword, glowing with blue aura, was already pressed to her neck.
"It's fine, Leona. Listening to a cheeky female's defiance has its own charm."
"Yes."
"You insane bastard!"
Luimina spat curses and glared at me, her eyes burning with rage. Her judgment was clearly fraying.
"Ertia. The hourglass."
"Here it is."
After unbuttoning every last button, I took the hourglass I had prepared in advance from Ertia.
"Haa… Countess. You really hate this that much?"
"Hah… I'd rather die than be violated by a commoner like you!"
Just as she said, if I humiliated her any further she might attempt suicide. People who had lived their entire lives believing themselves special possessed terrifying pride. They would choose death without hesitation the moment their chastity was threatened. Luimina still had too many responsibilities weighing on her shoulders, so she was enduring for now—but the moment I started touching her directly, there was no telling what she might do. Even in the modern world, females were unpredictable creatures until a cock was inside them.
Reducing uncertain variables was always best. That was what the hourglass was for.
"Hmm. In that case, shall we make a wager?"
"A wager?"
"I will only touch your upper body. If you climax, you lose. If you endure, I lose. How about it?"
"Hah…! You vulgar bastard! As expected of nothing more than a breeding partner summoned from the slums—your mind can only think of such things!"
Vulgar, she said. An amusing complaint, coming from a female whose vulgar breasts were already visible through her black bra after her top had been stripped away.
"So you refuse? If you win, you may do whatever you wish with me. If I win, I take your body."
"Hah… Even if I win in this overwhelmingly disadvantageous situation…"
"Here is the Dragon's Contract."
"!!"
I produced the contract for Luimina, who clearly didn't trust me. It was the absolute magical agreement dragons used when forging pacts with humans. Even dragons who played at raising territories rarely used it, preferring minimal interference with humans, but its effect was absolute. A contract woven from mana that could never be broken.
I had borrowed it from Melania's clone and stolen it from the room.
"How did you obtain this…! To prepare something like this… Fine. I accept!"
"Then place your hand here. For reference, the area I am permitted to touch is from here to here."
"…Very well."
I indicated the range from her shoulders down to her lower abdomen. If I accidentally touched anywhere else while groping her breasts, it would be disastrous. So I had designated most of her upper body as the allowable zone.
"The time limit, as you can see from the contract, is one hour."
"Hmph. One hour is far too short…!"
Luimina confidently extended her hand and placed it on the contract. I did the same. The moment our palms touched across the document, a brilliant light erupted from it.
This is a mana contract guaranteed by dragons. No one may violate its terms. Should anyone break it, mana will surge backward through their entire body, inflicting fatal agony. Do you consent?
"Yes."
"Yes."
Both Luimina and I voiced our agreement to the contract's terms. What a cheeky female… Having to stage this farce just to prevent a possible suicide attempt was annoying, but unavoidable.
Fwoosh—!
Once consent was given, the contract transformed into pure light, flowed up our arms, and seeped into our bodies.
The contract is complete.
"Then let us begin. This is the one-hour hourglass."
"Huu… Very well."
Leona and Airen still held Luimina's arms, but she no longer thrashed about. She looked utterly convinced she would win—exactly like her daughter Elisa. That absolute certainty that she would never climax from the touch of a mere commoner's hands on her breasts alone.
Squish.
"Huhu."
When I slowly removed her bra and exposed her breasts, Luimina looked down at me with open contempt.
"This is why commoners are hopeless. So foolish and base. If your goal was my body, you should have simply taken it. Yet even with such overwhelming advantage, you still bind yourself with a contract. For your information, I have never once in my life experienced the sensation other women call climax."
Truly, how could mother and daughter be so alike?
"You may touch my breasts as much as you like. Once the time runs out, I will personally kill you. And Airen! How dare you betray me? You will be executed as well!"
"My lady…"
Airen gazed at her with tear-filled eyes, full of pity. From Airen's perspective, she was only helping deliver the greatest pleasure, yet Luimina was furious. How heartbreaking it must have been.
Well, Airen's loyalty would soon be proven.
Squish, squish.
I immediately began fondling Luimina's breasts. Even while we wasted time talking, the sand continued to fall. There was no time to delay. I already knew her weak points from having taken her daughter Elisa, so there was no real problem—but there was no need to waste time either.
"Hnn…"
As my hands kneaded her breasts, a flush began creeping across Luimina's cheeks.
knead, knead…
I persistently stimulated the lymph nodes around her breasts while deliberately avoiding her nipples.
Jiggle—!
Despite being a married woman, Luimina's breasts were unbelievably soft, like marshmallows, yet possessed a surprising elasticity. No matter how roughly I squeezed, they quickly returned to their original shape.
"Hnn… Hnn…"
"Are you feeling it? Your breathing has grown rough."
I still addressed her with formal respect. One effective way to break a woman with such strong pride was to continue showing her at least a minimum of courtesy.
"Wh-what! I would never feel anything from your filthy hands!"
Luimina shouted loudly, as if to prove she felt nothing at all. But her cheeks were flushed crimson, her ears already red. Such a lie could never work. She wasn't lying to me—she was shouting to deceive herself. She knew she was beginning to feel it, so she was desperately trying to brainwash herself with her own voice. If she didn't, she would climax far too quickly.
"Then… please inform me when you climax. As a man, I wouldn't know."
"…I am a noble. Do you truly believe I would feel anything from your touch?!"
"We shall see."
I continued stimulating her lymph nodes. The sand kept falling, marking the passage of time.
*
Luimina sneered at the man before her—Alpha. To think he would use a contract that deliberately imposed penalties on himself even while holding overwhelming advantage.
Climaxing from breasts alone…!
It was so ridiculous she almost laughed. Even during intimate moments with her husband, she had never once reached the climax other women spoke of. Yet this man claimed he would make her climax using only her breasts… There were limits to delusion. Just because he kept many women—her own daughter, Leona, Airen—he had convinced himself he could satisfy any female…!
He was far too arrogant.
If she won, she would not grant him a clean death. She would throw this handsome man to those who preferred other men… That was what she thought.
Squish, squish…!
H-how persistent…!
Yet before she knew it, Luimina found herself staring only at the hourglass, praying for the time to pass quickly.
Who, exactly, had been deluding themselves?