Chapter 428: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (19)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 428: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (19)
Several days had passed since I fucked Mary.
Ever since that day, she had been coming to me willingly.
And she wasn't the only one. The maids in the other carriage were also taken, one by one.
As expected of maids hand-picked by the Marquis’s family, they were all above average in looks, and more importantly, they were all virgins.
“Mm… nice.”
I glanced down at the brown-haired maid sucking my cock and the green-haired maid next to her, whose hand, slick with her own fluids, was caressing my testicles.
“Slurp… Marquis, your seed… it’s so thick…♡”
“Ooh… mwah, ungh…♡ Next time, please give it to my mouth pussy, too…”
In just a few days, these two innocent virgin maids had transformed into lewd women.
Spurt! Spurt…!
“Uungh…♡”
“It’s warm…♡”
As my semen spread across their faces, the two maids grabbed each other and began to lick it off.
And watching this whole scene unfold from the side was another presence.
Bi-yeon.
Over the past few days, her attitude had changed remarkably. Normally, she would have made a snide comment or grumbled defiantly, but lately, she had been unusually quiet.
‘And I think she’s been secretly masturbating, too.’
She probably thought I hadn’t noticed, but the moans she let out whenever she touched herself were louder than she realized. It was impossible not to hear.
Just then, a knock came from the carriage door.
Knock, knock.
“Marquis, it’s Eric.”
“What is it?”
“We’re about to arrive in Count Darden’s territory. We have about an hour left.”
I nodded.
“Understood. Report again just before we arrive.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
After Eric left and the door closed, I looked down at the two maids still kneeling and caressing my cock.
“One last time. Clean me up with your mouths, then get out.”
“Yes…♡”
“Heeing… Marquis, could you… maybe use our pussies, too…?” one of them asked cautiously.
I let out a smirk.
“Hmm, if you’re begging so desperately… I suppose I have no choice.”
After filling both maids’ pussies with my semen one last time, I sent them out and used Clean to tidy up the carriage.
Once they were gone, the carriage fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.
I turned my gaze to the window on the opposite side.
Bi-yeon, who was sitting by the window, looked restless.
With her arms crossed and her head turned away, she avoided my gaze as if she hadn't seen a thing, but her trembling legs and the faint blush on the tips of her ears betrayed her true state.
A slight smile on my lips, I called out to her.
“Bi-yeon.”
“Eek?! D-Did you call me?”
Startled, Bi-yeon reflexively turned her head.
“You want to try?”
“……W-What?”
“I won’t put it in. Just let you touch it, maybe?”
“Wh-What… What kind of bullshit is that! Why would I do something like that?!”
Bi-yeon shot up from her seat, her face flushing red.
But she looked more surprised and flustered than genuinely angry.
“No? That’s a shame. I only asked because you seemed so curious.”
When I tossed the words out with a meaningful smile, she immediately got defensive.
“Wh-Who said I was curious?!”
“I can hear you groaning to yourself every night. Masturbating, I mean.”
“…Y-You heard…?”
Bi-yeon’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“Yeah. How was it? Did it feel good?”
“……”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
“……You.”
“Hm? What was that?”
“Dieeeeeee—!!”
Bi-yeon charged at me, her small, hard fists starting to pound against my head.
“I saw it on the internet! A shock to the head can make you lose your memory! I’m going to beat you to death and wipe out your brain cells!!”
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!”
I had to focus on defending myself while trying to hold back my laughter. Bi-yeon’s attacks were surprisingly precise and accurate. Maybe her reputation as one of the strongest wasn't just an empty boast.
‘Cute.’
The thought crossed my mind as I lightly hooked her defenseless leg, throwing her off balance. She stumbled forward, and I looked down at the teal-haired beauty now held in my arms.
“You’re pretty.”
In that instant, Bi-yeon froze as if she’d stopped breathing.
Up close, her face was undeniably beautiful. Her large eyes were wide with bewildered shock, and her long eyelashes and the faint blush on her cheeks were… almost endearing.
I found myself drawn to her.
Slowly, I lowered my head and placed a light kiss on her lips.
Mwah.
“Huheh…?”
The moment our lips parted, Bi-yeon blinked with a dazed expression, her face turning as red as a ripe apple.
“What… what did you just do…?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her expression was that of someone who knew she should be angry but had no idea how to react.
I shrugged.
“Just a light kiss. Did you not like it?”
“It’s not about liking it or not! You… you really—!”
Bi-yeon covered her face, flustered, before clenching her fists.
“I’ll kill you… This time, I’ll really kill you…!”
“Before you kill me, you should wash your fingers. Is it from masturbating so much? They smell like pussy juice.”
“……”
*
I gently touched the bruised skin around my eye. A deep, blue-black bruise had spread across my eyelid.
I rested my head on Mary’s soft lap, quietly accepting the ice pack she was pressing against it, the ice wrapped carefully in a handkerchief.
“Hmph… Your handsome face is ruined, Marquis…” Mary said, looking at my bruised face with a worried expression.
“It’ll heal soon,” I replied with a bitter smile. Bi-yeon’s punch had been stronger than I expected.
“Are you really okay? Should I call for a healer?”
“This is nothing. More importantly, Mary, where’s Bi-yeon?”
“Ah… she’s getting some fresh air. She’s been muttering to herself for a while now.”
“Muttering?”
“Yes… things like ‘crazy bastard,’ ‘I’ll kill him,’ ‘how could he suddenly kiss me’…”
I chuckled. It was the reaction I’d expected.
Footsteps sounded from outside the door, followed by Eric’s voice.
“Marquis, I don’t think it would be wise to keep Count Darden waiting for too long.”
“I understand. I’ll be out shortly.”
I sat up from Mary’s lap and straightened my clothes. In the mirror, the bruise was still clearly visible. The spreading blue mark was not a pleasant sight.
Thankfully, my regeneration trait was making the bruise fade quickly, but it was still not a presentable look for meeting Count Darden.
“Marquis, are you really going out like that?”
“I should probably cover it up. Do you have anything I can use to cover my eye?”
“Ah, just a moment. Among the things I packed from the mansion… I think I have just the thing!”
Mary quickly stood up and disappeared into the next room, returning moments later with a black cloth in her hand. It was a luxurious piece of fabric, intricately embroidered with gold thread.
“A cloth?”
“It was originally made to cover the face. I packed it by mistake… but I’m glad it can be of use like this.”
“Put it on me.”
“Yes. Please hold still.”
Mary stood carefully in front of me and lifted the cloth. Her fingertips moved slowly, gently covering the bruised area.
As it was designed to cover a face, it had a thin string attached, which secured it neatly in place.
A moment later, I looked in the mirror. Below my silver hair, the black cloth covered half of my face.
One of my red eyes was hidden beneath the cloth, while the other shone sharply.
“It has a strange sense of intimidation. Not bad.”
“It looks really good on you! I heard that the first Marquis Alcladion used it when he suffered a burn on his face. It’s also enchanted with cleansing magic, so it won’t get dirty.”
I raised a corner of my mouth and lightly touched the cloth.
“Good. This will do. I’ll give you a reward when I get back, so keep your pussy warm for me.”
“Yes, please be careful, Marquis.”
I gently stroked Mary’s hair and gave her a short smile before nodding.
When I opened the door and stepped outside, Eric and the knights were waiting quietly.
“The eyepatch suits you well, sir.”
“You think so too, Commander?”
“Yes. You were always charismatic, but… now, it’s as if I’m witnessing the second coming of the first Marquis Alcladion, the one they called the Sword Saint.”
The first Marquis Alcladion.
Hearing that name brought back memories. The history of the family, still lingering in this avatar’s mind.
‘The Sword Saint, Kaban Alcladion.’
A legendary figure who, in the early days of the Sibern Kingdom, made a great name for himself as the greatest swordsman during the great war against the demons. He was the founder of the Alcladion family.
According to the stories, he fought Abathus of Greed single-handedly in the final battle against the demons, despite suffering a burn that covered half his face. Afterward, he roamed the battlefields wearing a black cloth to cover his face, and people came to call him the Masked Sword Saint.
“The second coming of the Sword Saint, huh…”
“Marquis?” Eric called out cautiously.
“Ah, my apologies. I was lost in thought for a moment. Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir!”
I made my way toward the reception room where Count Darden was waiting.
When I arrived, Count Darden was already there. He was a middle-aged man with a gentle impression, but he showed a brief look of surprise upon seeing me.
“Oh my… I was told you couldn’t see me right away, but I didn’t imagine you were injured.”
“It’s a minor injury. Please don’t worry about it.”
“Haha, a minor injury, you say. I’m relieved to hear that. And you look truly dignified.”
Count Darden expressed his sincere admiration.
“You flatter me.”
“Not at all. I’ve heard so much about the renowned Marquis Alcladion that my ears are sore from it. It is an honor to finally meet you in person. Please, have a seat here.”
The Count extended his hand, offering me a seat.
*
The meeting with Count Darden was a formal affair, nothing out of the ordinary. We exchanged pleasantries, compliments, and useless rhetoric. I simply requested his understanding for my staying for a couple of days on my way to the royal capital. At the Count’s invitation, I ended up attending a dinner with his family.
Under the soft glow of the chandeliers, a long table was set with silverware, crystal glasses, and neatly arranged cutlery. It was an elegant sight, but these banquets filled with aristocratic etiquette were still tiresome. Fortunately, Jin Alcladion’s memories were naturally ingrained in my body, so I had no problem with the dining etiquette of the nobility.
And throughout the meal, one pair of eyes kept glancing my way, her head bowed.
Count Darden’s second daughter, Cielin Darden. She was a beauty with reddish-brown hair tied back, fair skin, and a slender figure.
Her gaze flickered between the black cloth covering my face and my exposed eye. When our eyes met, she would startle and quickly lower her head.
‘Hmph, being handsome is such a bother.’
My gaze also shifted to the woman sitting next to her.
The Count’s wife and Cielin’s mother, Emelia Darden.
She was younger than I expected, a beauty who possessed both mature grace and elegance. The figure subtly revealed beneath her lace dress was so well-maintained that she could still be considered in her prime.
‘The mother and daughter both look delicious.’
If I had my way, I would have fucked them right then and there, but it wasn’t the right time.
‘I’ll have to save them to my list of cocksleeves to fuck.’
Just as I was thinking that, Cielin Darden, who had been quiet, spoke to me in a shy, low voice.
“Marquis… do you perhaps… like men? I heard a rumor that you have no interest in women.”
At her words, Count Darden’s wife, Emelia Darden, widened her eyes and quickly cut her off.
“Cielin! What a rude thing to say! Marquis, I am so sorry. My child is still young and… ill-mannered.”
“It’s quite alright, Countess.”
I smiled gently and turned my gaze to Cielin.
“To answer your question, Lady Cielin… I do like women.”
In that moment, a look of relief washed over Cielin’s face.
“Haha, it seems the rumors circulating in the city can’t be trusted. The idea of a man as dashing as you liking men was an absurd story to begin with,” Count Darden said with a cheerful laugh, before his expression turned serious. “On that note… Marquis. What do you think of my daughter, Cielin? She is still young and inexperienced, but she is a child who will do her utmost as a spouse. I am confident that she would not be lacking as the mistress of the Alcladion household.”
At his words, Cielin seemed to hold her breath and lowered her head, the blush on her earlobes speaking for her.
“That is an unexpected proposal.”
“Hoho, I am merely… conveying a father’s wish, as it seems my daughter has taken a liking to you, Marquis.”
Count Darden spoke with a humble smile, but his eyes were anything but light.
I lifted my glass, took a sip, and set it down before speaking softly.
“A spouse… I have not yet made a decision, but Lady Cielin is certainly a beautiful and elegant young woman. I will keep your words in mind, Count.”
Count Darden nodded, seemingly satisfied with my polite response.
“Your words alone are thanks enough, Marquis.”
The dinner concluded in a pleasant atmosphere, and I quietly rose from my seat under the watchful eyes of the Darden family.