The Wolf's Lie
As soon as Erolt disappeared, maids materialized out of nowhere and surrounded Jill.
"Now, please come this way."
"Huh? Whoa, wait! I can walk on my own, you know?"
Jill struggled, but the sturdy maids didn't budge an inch.
With practiced efficiency, they lifted Jill up and carried her straight to the bathroom.
In a massive bathtub with steam rising from it, rose petals and premium oils floated on the surface.
"My, your skin is incredibly soft."
"Even with some muscle definition, your lines are so beautiful."
The maids showered Jill with compliments as they washed her naked body.
Is this a bath, or are they prepping me for slaughter?
Jill felt like a sacrificial offering being scrubbed clean before being presented at the altar.
Am I really going to do it? With that old guy? Ah... my life is truly legendary. Selling my body to feed my companions... What am I, some tragic heroine in a melodrama?!
Once the bath was finished, the maids dressed Jill in a sheer, see-through slip.
"The master will arrive shortly. Please wait."
Like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, Jill trudged along as she was guided to Erolt's bedroom.
A vast, desolate room greeted her, with a massive bed sitting right in the center, waiting for Jill.
Jill curled up on the edge of the bed.
...Should I run?
Checking out the window, she saw it was a three-story drop. However, with her current physical capabilities, jumping from this height wouldn't even break a leg.
But... if I run, the support goes down the drain. Then we have to fight that psycho Valentine again? Ugh... just thinking about it is terrifying.
Jill shook her head.
Sigh... Fine. Just this once. I'll close my eyes tight and pretend I'm just getting a massage. It's got to be better than dealing with that lunatic Valentine. At least Erolt seemed to have some manners... hopefully?
While Jill was busy rationalizing and steeling her resolve,
Erolt opened the door to Beatrice's office with a solemn expression.
"Beatrice."
"Oh, brother?"
Beatrice was leisurely sipping tea while reviewing some documents. Erolt cleared his throat, trying to look imposing.
"I have something to say regarding Lady Eliana's matter."
"Ah, that?"
"Yes. I was hoping we could support them..."
"I've already decided to do so."
Beatrice cut him off, fluttering a sheet of paper.
"Huh?"
Erolt's brow twitched.
"I said I've decided to support them. I've already finalized the contract with Lady Eliana. The terms are actually quite favorable."
Beatrice set her teacup down and smiled brightly.
"Honestly, rather than trying to get anything out of Valentine, we'd be lucky not to have what we already own stripped away, right? I figured it's better to take a gamble on the Lady this time."
"……."
"Even if you didn't say anything, brother, you know I never make a deal that loses money, right? The terms of the agreement are already fully prepared."
Erolt shut his mouth.
The justification he had used to demand a night with Jill had vanished in an instant.
Without him even needing to persuade anyone, the matter was already settled.
Then... does that mean I no longer have any reason to sleep with her?
Going back to Jill and telling her the truth was the chivalrous thing to do.
'My sister has already agreed to help, so you do not need to sell your body.'
As a noble swordsman known as the Black Wolf, that was exactly what he should have done. However, the image of Jill from their earlier spar flashed through Erolt's mind.
The supple movements of her body as she desperately evaded his blade wearing nothing but a cloak, her fair skin glistening with sweat, and those eyes that looked terrified yet carried a strange, seductive allure.
The spark ignited in the chest of this middle-aged man, who had known nothing but the sword his entire life, refused to die down.
Erolt stared into space for a moment, and after a very brief internal struggle, reached a conclusion.
Ignorance is bliss.
Jill wouldn't know any better anyway.
In the end, they would still receive the support, wouldn't they? Just because the process was slightly bypassed or distorted didn't change the final outcome.
He decided to be shameless.
"…A wise decision, Beatrice. As expected of my sister."
Erolt nodded as if nothing were out of the ordinary and turned around.
"Oh? Brother, where are you going? At least have a cup of tea before you leave."
"I am tired. I must wash up and sleep."
Erolt left the office with unhesitating steps.
His stride was far lighter and swifter than when he had arrived, carrying an air of anticipation, making him look like a man rushing to wash up twice as fast as usual.
Creak.
A moment later, the sound of the door opening made Jill startle and look up.
"Gasp!"
Erolt walked in.
He had already washed up, running a hand through his damp hair and exuding a strange, wild masculinity.
The robust muscles visible through his loose robe instantly stole Jill's gaze.
Jill swallowed hard and asked cautiously,
"Um... did the talk... go well?"
Erolt approached the bed and gave a heavy nod. Without a single change in his expression, he lied shamelessly.
"Yes. It was not easy... but I persuaded her."
"R-Really?!"
Jill's face lit up.
"Yes! So Viscountess Beatrice agreed to help Eliana? For sure?"
"I promise on my name. There will be full support."
Erolt didn't even bat an eye as he lied... or rather, executed a deception based on facts.
"Wow! Thank goodness!"
Now, once Eliana secured the title of Duke, even Viscount Valentine wouldn't be able to lay a hand on her so easily.
But her joy was short-lived. Erolt sat on the edge of the bed and stared intently at Jill.
"I have kept my promise."
His eyes pierced through Jill's body.
"Now... it is your turn to keep yours."
The smile instantly vanished from Jill's face.
Ah... right. It wasn't free.
Jill bit her lip hard, clutching the hem of her slip as she squirmed slightly.
Unable to wait any longer, Erolt grabbed Jill's shoulders.
"W-Wait a minute! I need to prepare myself mentally..."
"Your body will do the preparing."
Erolt pinned Jill's shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed.
"Hieeeek...!"
Jill stared at the ceiling and squeezed her eyes shut.
Right... this is business. A fair trade. For Eliana, for us... I am sacrificing myself!
But she didn't have the slightest clue.
That her sacrifice was already completely unnecessary, and that this entire situation was merely the wolf-like middle-aged man before her satisfying his own selfish desires.
With an expression that suggested he had thrown any sense of guilt to the dogs, Erolt climbed on top of Jill.
"Do not worry. It is not your first time."
His shameless voice echoed in Jill's ear.
Erolt's heavy weight pressed down on Jill. His body, forged through a lifetime of training with the sword, was as hard and heavy as a boulder.
"Ugh... wait...!"
Jill tried to push against his chest, but Erolt didn't budge. With an indifferent expression, he grabbed both of Jill's legs and hoisted them deep over his shoulders.
"Ah...!"
Jill's pelvis was pried wide open, and her most intimate area parted starkly, exposed defenselessly before Erolt's gaze.
Though her face burned with shame, Erolt's eyes held no contempt or vulgar lust; instead, they shone with the pure admiration of a blacksmith appraising a legendary sword.
"Beautiful."
Erolt murmured in a low voice, showing no signs of haste.
As if executing a precise martial arts form, he aligned his massive shaft with the entrance of Jill's wet slit and slowly, with utmost deliberation, pushed inside.
"Mmmph...! It's big... it's too big...!"
The inner walls of Jill's channel tightened fiercely, resisting the foreign invader.
With a pain that felt as though her tender flesh might tear, his shaft gradually claimed more territory.
It was a heavy, seamless pressure quite different from that of Penis or Valentine.
Seriously, what the hell? Why is every guy I meet a total monster! Why is the average size of men in this world so damn huge?!
While Jill hurled all sorts of curses in her mind, Erolt pressed forward silently, as if enjoying the intense resistance of her tight passage.
A stuffed, bursting pressure filled Jill's lower abdomen, and the moment his hard tip nudged her cervix, her hips twitched involuntarily.
"Hnghh... mnh... haah...!"
"Phew..."
Once Jill's passage had swallowed him down to the root, Erolt paused to catch his breath.
The sensation of her hot, wet folds wrapping tightly around his member was more thrilling and sensual than any masterwork sword he had ever wielded in his life.
To think such a world existed.
The sensation of hot flesh meeting hot flesh, rather than cold steel, began to shake the noble swordsman's reason to its very core.
"I am moving."
With that warning, he began to slowly move his hips.
At first, he was deliberate, as if probing an opponent's defenses with a finely honed blade.
His shaft slowly slid back and forth, feeling every single fold of Jill's inner walls.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
A wet, squelching sound echoed.
Thanks to her Flesh Light trait, the initial pain was gradually morphing into intense pleasure.
Even as Jill despaired over her body reacting so shamelessly once again, she couldn't help but let out groans at the sheer fullness packing her stomach.
"Ah... mnh... mister... it's too... deep..."
Jill's head threw back as sweet moans spilled from her lips.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ahh! Th-There...!"
At Jill's reaction, the look in Erolt's eyes began to shift.
The movements he had suppressed with reason soon transformed into those of an instinctual beast. All restraint dissolved, leaving only a primal pursuit of pleasure.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew fierce.
As his hips quickened, Jill's body bounced helplessly on the bed.
"Ahng! Ah! Ah! Mnh! W-Wait, it's too fast!"
As if deaf to her cries, Erolt hooked Jill's legs even deeper over his shoulders and slammed his hips down furiously.
"Krrrh!"
The desires he had suppressed for decades erupted in an instant, the pleasure of his first release striking Erolt's brain like lightning.
He poured his hot semen deep into her innermost depths, right against her cervix.
Sshhh... splurt!
"Hyaaaah...!"
Jill's entire body convulsed as her mind whited out.
The sensation of the hot fluid filling her insides made her mind go completely blank.
"Haah... haah..."
But for Erolt, whose fire had been lit for the first time in decades, this was merely the beginning.
