I Am the Filthy Scumbag Brother (3)

The thrill of it happening in broad daylight during a meeting—with so many people nearby—stirred a sharp sense of crisis and depravity in her, and that pleasure was utterly melting Lia's pussy.

A jolt of ecstasy raced up her spine, and Lia forgot she was right in the middle of the conference hall. She helplessly twisted her hips back and forth, greedily swallowing his fingers deep into her pussy.

'No sounds, no sounds, no moaning, nooo!'

Lia bit down hard on her lower lip and glared ferociously at Werner.

Their eyes met, but Werner—the same man who had confessed his love to her so romantically the night before—just smiled innocently.

After all that poetic talk last night about being in love with her, here he was stirring up the pussy of the woman he claimed to adore right in front of everyone. What a crazy, trashy thug.

'I should hate him, I have to hate him, despise him... No, I don't hate him. I, I liiiike him!'

Why had things turned out like this? Had she always been this much of a pervert deep down? No, that wasn't it. Everything had changed after she'd given herself to Werner.

"...Hic."

The moment Werner's middle finger pressed firmly against the most sensitive spot on her pussy walls, Eric—seated across the table—glanced at Lia and sent her a sly wink.

Normally, she'd have smiled back, seeing it as her lifeline to climbing the social ladder. But today, that shallow flirtation made her stomach churn with disgust.

Unlike Werner, who embodied the Kraus essence even more perfectly than Isabella with his stunning looks, Eric had inherited none of the family's signature traits: dull brown hair, and lips thick and piggish—nothing like Werner's perfectly kissable ones.

'Ugh, disgusting. To think I was going to give my pussy to a pig like that.'

Just imagining it gave Lia chills. She felt such raw revulsion toward Eric that she almost considered herself fortunate for having her virginity taken by force by Werner last night instead.

Before long, the pleasure overpowered her fear and shame, filling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her completely.

At first, Lia had been furious at Werner's debauched antics. But now, the fact that her pussy was being relentlessly fingered under the solemn conference table—even gave her a twisted sense of superiority, like she was mocking that arrogant, ugly bastard Eric.

"Hngh...!"

Werner's fingers toyed obsessively with Lia's clit.

Her knees trembled violently, and hot, sticky fluids poured from between her smooth thighs.

Her virgin pussy—which Werner had forcibly deflowered last night—reacted hypersensitively to his touch, twitching wildly.

Lia wanted nothing more than to collapse to the floor howling like a beast in heat, but she clung desperately to the back of Werner's chair, fighting it with everything she had. Her face, however, was already flushed crimson with pleasure, streaked with tears.

In stark contrast, Werner—the very man violating her pussy—remained astonishingly composed.

Gone was his usual frivolous, wastrel demeanor. With his deep, icy blue eyes fixed on the elderly retainers, he listened intently to every word of the meeting in perfect noble poise, without a hint of distraction.

His aristocratic face, noble and arrogant as befitted his station. And beneath the table, his hand moving busier than a common laborer's.

That disconnect drove Lia even madder with lust. The wet sounds of her pussy being plunged—audible only to her—stimulated her further.

'Ah, aaaah... Cumming... If I cum here...!'

Her vision flashed white. Pussy-melting pleasure surged up her spine and slammed into her brain.

"Ah, ahh, aheung!"

A lewd moan escaped her lips.

Silence.

All eyes in the conference hall turned to Lia.

Her face drenched in sweat and ecstasy, head bowed, Lia trembled uncontrollably—convinced it was all over.

"Lia?"

From the head of the table, an authoritative, icy voice cut through. It was Lady Isabella.

'Ah... It's over. Everything's ruined...'

Her plan to become Eric's lover and rise from maid to noble concubine? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A comfortable future? Shattered. All because of this wastrel's filthy fingering—her life was utterly destroyed.

As Lia squeezed her eyes shut in despair, awaiting judgment—

"Sister. My personal maid's had a slight fever since morning, and it looks like it's turned into a full cold."

A languid yet elegant, aristocratic voice shattered the silence. Werner, reclining leisurely in his chair, flashed Isabella a relaxed smile.

"I'll send her back to her room to rest. Sorry for the interruption."

It was a perfectly convincing excuse. And truth be told, the meeting wouldn't suffer much with or without him there.

'You, you demon bastard...!'

He'd pushed her to the brink of ruin, then tossed her a lifeline with that hypocritical, tender lie.

Lia's mind seethed with hatred for the devilish man, wanting to tear him apart. But imagining what came next after his falsehood made her freshly orgasmed pussy heat up again, her entrance growing slick.

It wasn't until the conference hall doors slammed shut that the stifled moans burst from Lia's lips as she half-collapsed into my arms, dragged along.

"Haa, ahh...!"

It still wasn't enough. To claim the new reward that unlocked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at Submission 80, I needed to wreck this cheeky spy bitch's upper and lower holes all the way to her womb.

I yanked Lia's limp-waisted body tight against me and whispered low.

"Let's go to my room. Time to pay for disrupting the meeting."

At my words, Lia looked up at me with eyes brimming with resentment and tears.

Hatred and arousal tangled messily in Lia's mind, making her hornier than ever.

The fake love confession had tanked her favor toward me back to low levels, even after the tender caresses had spiked it temporarily. But with Submission and Depravity still sky-high, she couldn't resist me.

'Fitting for a non-virgin.'

I gripped the insolent maid's plump hips and smacked her ass hard.

Smack!

The feel of it was exquisite.

"Ah, ang! Okay, okay, just don't hit me... Ngh."

I squeezed the hips of my personal cock-sleeve-in-training and lightly spanked her ass again, urging her to hurry.

For a chaste maid, it would be a mortal humiliation worth biting her tongue over. But this depraved non-virgin grumbled from her upper mouth while her lower one squirted pussy juice like it was trying to soak my pant leg.

Perfect. No more need for fake love confessions. This was the essence of my Corruption Training ability.

Even a gold-digging slut like Lia, obsessed with latching onto one man to climb the ranks, became utterly helpless once impaled on my cock.

"Walk faster, Lia. Don't drip your pussy juice on the floor."

I was just rounding the corridor corner, dragging her along, when—

Screeech—

A heavy creak sounded from behind as the conference door cracked open just a sliver, cautiously.

I halted and glanced back. There, peeking through the gap, was Isabella's loyal vassal, Vice-Captain Leona, clad head to toe in silver plate armor.

Her bloodshot eyes glared at my face like she wanted to cleave it in two right then.

'But this is how I fight, Leona.'

I answered her inwardly, then flashed my wastrel scum grin.

The mindless, arrogant smile of a fool who cared for nothing but his own pleasure. But unlike my facade, my only desire was to save the territory just as much as Isabella. And the path I'd chosen—the only one available to me—was this.

Because I was mating-press youth Werner, after all...

'Someone has to wallow in filth to purge the family's parasites. My dear sister Isabella—if I can lighten the burden of the virgin crown she bears, I'll gladly become the world's most perfect trash. You're next on the altar, Leona.'

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pondered how to devour that voyeuristic non-virgin just like Lia, while shoving my fingers back into the pussy of my fully conquered bitch.

Leona's golden eyes shook violently before she averted them downward, as if fleeing my mocking gaze.

'Acting all shy when you're just a voyeuristic non-virgin.'