The Scoundrel Hides His Plan to Save the Territory (1)

After scrutinizing the information in my status window, I turned my gaze to Lia, sprawled out spread-eagled on my bed, her pussy still bubbling and leaking my semen.

That vulgar lewdness coexisting with her beauty drew a strange smile from me.

Even if she was a non-virgin, did I really need to wreck her pussy this badly? A twinge of guilt crept in.

Of course, that feeling vanished the moment I recalled the message. Anyway, fresh off ejaculation, I was in sage mode—my head crystal clear.

My senses returned quickly, and I remembered what I had to do.

For now... I needed to figure out what to do with all my semen filling Lia's pussy.

Irresponsible creampie in a dark fantasy world without even the concept of birth control, let alone tools? I'd lost my mind to lust for a moment there.

I rubbed Lia's lower belly with my palm and muttered.

"Hmmm, what now?"

The only idea that came to mind was punching her gut hard to physically abort it, like the original Werner would.

"Hnnngh... heehee..."

Lia, her face dazed, grinned goofily at my touch.

I unclenched my fist.

No matter how much I despised non-virgins as a vicious unicorn, I couldn't stoop that low. Using them was one thing; beating them senseless was another.

I was a vicious unicorn, not some trashy bastard. Do that, and what separated me from the original Werner?

It probably wouldn't work anyway, but just as I considered scooping out her pussy with my fingers, a new message appeared.

What a convenient feature.

True to her porn character roots, she was thorough in these matters.

Relieved, I flicked her limp nipple and toyed with her clit absentmindedly as I sank into deep thought.

First priority: purge the traitors in the family. But with the monster horde assault coming soon, bleeding ourselves internally isn't smart. Leave the neutrals alone until we recruit new vassals. Still, neutralize the key players for sure.

Not the kind of thought you'd expect while sitting naked beside your personal maid after basically raping her.

But I was dead serious.

Sure, I felt a bit sorry for Lia, who'd be used by me, but if I didn't solve this, the whole territory was doomed.

A tiny elite of nobles might survive fat and happy, but with demon raids looming, I'd set my goal to maximize humanity's strength beforehand. I couldn't afford to be that selfish.

The family head—whom I'd never even seen—was off at war, it seemed. Isabella, my full sister and acting head, was capable but out monster-hunting at all hours, even midnight.

In the end, I had to step up.

No—only I, with the original story's memories, could solve this.

Just as I went to check my status window again,

"Y-you're putting it back in already? I begged you not to, but you forced it... and creampied me full like this. Do you have a brain or not? ...Tch, figures from a wastrel like you."

I quickly dismissed the status window and looked at Lia.

Her face smiled brightly, utterly smitten, but unlike usual, there was no warmth in her eyes toward me.

Exactly as Mind Reading had shown: cold indifference.

The melting, grinning girl from moments ago was gone. Fresh from passing out, she'd dropped her sweet, dutiful maid facade like trash, openly glaring and grumbling.

"You just gonna sit there staring at my tits without a word?"

Her scolding snapped me back, and I finally spoke—way too late.

"Sorry."

"...Sorry? That's it?"

...Weird. Affection hit 65, right? That's pretty high.

Flustered, I tried opening the Corruption Training skill window to double-check her affection and submission.

But Lia lunged at me first, radiating killing intent.

"I'll kill you, you wastrel bastard...!"

I instinctively tensed into a defensive stance. But her hands didn't go for my throat—they grabbed my cock, soaked in her juices and virgin blood.

She buried her face in my crotch from a prostrated position.

"Wh-what are you—"

Before my stunned eyes, Lia smeared semen on her lips and flashed a sultry, mad smile.

"What do you think? Cleaning it. I'm a maid, remember? Your personal maid."

Her warm tongue began lapping at the cock that had just ravaged her pussy, its pink length wiping away her fluids from my shaft.

Then, like savoring a delicacy, she slurped my glans with wet smacks.

"Slurp, sluuuurp, smoooch."

Skilled cleanup fellatio.

My razor-sharp sage-mode reason, my heart warmly pounding to save the territory folk—all evaporated under this non-virgin maid's expert tongue work and her sultry skill of engulfing even my balls in her mouth.

"There, all clean. Now my turn. Let me serve you."

As my half-dead cock surged viciously back to life, Lia smirked predatorily, spread her legs before my seated form, and exposed her hole—just like last time when she'd begged me to fuck her.

But this time, the hole her fingers spread wasn't her still-drooling virgin pussy.

"I said fuck my ass. So why—" She dropped onto my cock before finishing.

Squelch!

"Grrgh...!"

My massive cock forced into her rear entrance.

It yielded softly at first, but once fully sheathed, it clamped down vise-tight, squeezing my entire length.

"You fuck the front, you wastrel bastard."

She placed her hands on my shoulders like choking me and spat the words.

Her face blazed with murderous fury.

At the same time, pressure incomparable to her pussy crushed my shaft. Nothing like her novice virgin cunt.

The non-virgin perfection of [Anal Lv.5]—brutal constriction.

"W-wait, Lia. Relax your ass a bit—"

"No way, young master. You didn't stop when I begged. So here I go."

With that, she unleashed all her shame, rage, and post-pussy-fuck lust onto my cock, pounding like she meant to wring me dry. Plap! Thwack! Thud!

"Haaah! Aaah! I-I—! Said fuck my ass! B-but—uuungh! Cum! Fill this maid's ass with your fancy Kraus noble seed! Squeeze it all out! I'll impregnate my ass with your noble brat!"

Her frenzied hipwork bleached my reason white.

"Aaaang! Aaah! Hnngh, haaang! Grrk, it hurts like it's ripping... but it feels so good!"

She planted her knees fully atop me, one hand on my left shoulder, snaking her waist and hips like a serpent using only core strength.

As if ditching the pure virgin act amid soaring pleasure, her massive tits—hidden under her prim maid uniform—bounced wildly with her anal pistoning.

She shoved me flat on the bed, leaned her torso deep toward me, hands on my abs, and slammed her ass furiously.

Squelch! Squiiish! Thud! Plap!

Her lewd cries mingled with sweat-flying hair—she was a bitch in heat incarnate. Her clenched asshole devoured and spat my shaft without mercy. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠My hips bucked reflexively into her hyper-aggressive, slutty reverse cowgirl, clashing hard against her ass. Her near-maniacal hips vaporized my reason.

But.

I bore the unicorn pride of never yielding to a non-virgin.

And the original Werner's breeding-uncle pride too.

I desperately held back ejaculation.

Getting creampied—no, milked—by a non-virgin's ass? Unthinkable.

"Haa, haa..."

I barely won.

I endured the [Anal Lv.5] vise-grip madness and held out.

Lia came first, shuddering and collapsing her hips, head buried in my chest.

I pulled out of her ass and forced cleanup fellatio on the defeated bitch.

Even for a non-virgin, licking fresh from her own ass was too much—she refused. So I grabbed her rebelling hair, shoved my cock down her throat, and made her clean it spotless.

And that wasn't the end.

I shook my cock and, as punishment for the bitch, blasted her face full of semen.

She glared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠daggers but couldn't budge, hips limp from the facial.

Lower your eyes, defeated bitch.

As if reading my mind, the semen-marked loser flushed in humiliation and bowed her head.

"What the...?"

I had no clue what raising Depravity did yet—just confusion.

Then a voice made me even more flustered.

My movements froze.

Flustered, but my mind raced.

Quest was to fuck her where someone might hear or see. But it cleared the instant I accepted? So then...

I tossed a blanket over prone Lia, hastily fixed my pants, and flung open the door.

"Who's there!"

The chill corridor lay silent under moonlight—no rat in sight.

About to sigh in relief, my downward gaze halted.

Right below the peephole—clear, sticky fluid pooled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a small puddle.

N-no way...? That's it, right?

Mesmerized, I crouched and scooped the translucent goo onto my index finger.

Sticky viscosity. A scent like Lia's room-vibrating fluids, but thicker, more pungent. Undeniably pussy juice—and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gushed in volume.

Then a blue system window blinked into view.

"...Insane."

A disbelieving chuckle escaped me.

This dark fantasy porn villain power: one drop of fluid, and it IDs the owner—virgin or not.

Ridiculously detailed and vulgar ability left me speechless.

I rubbed Leona's sticky nectar between thumb and forefinger, picturing her.

Ashen silver hair cropped jagged to her jaw for mobility. Wild golden eyes piercing like spears, faint scar on her right cheek. Taut muscles from endless training, beast-like lithe agility.

She was one of the few who hadn't mocked me in the conference hall, fiercely loyal to Isabella. Probably sent by her to check on me.

But why had Leona, instead of knocking,...

That stiff knight who despised me as a wastrel... spied on my fuck session, gushed a puddle of pussy juice, and fled the second I approached?