The Lewd Heroine's Indecent Daily Routine (1)
Snap!
"Hah, hah, hah…!"
Emilia jolted awake, bolting upright in bed as if startled from a nightmare. Sunlight was already streaming in from outside, and no one was beside her.
...A dream...?
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion. The sensations and memories felt far too vivid and real.
"Ah... ugh... nngh... what the hell did I...?"
It would be nice if it were just a dream. But Emilia couldn't deny the truth, much as she hated it.
This wasn't the room she'd been given—it was Melrn Count's bedroom. The blanket had slipped down, revealing her completely naked body. Strange fluids clung to her skin in places, and a sticky foreign sensation lingered between her legs.
All the signs pointed to one thing: last night, Emilia had definitely shared an intense, secret tryst with Melrn Count.
And this time, she'd begged for it herself...
"Aaaaaah~~~!!"
Emilia clutched her head, letting out a groan. Her feet kicked wildly, tangling and shoving the blankets every which way as she rolled around in agony.
She wanted to skewer last night's self on a spit and roast her alive. What the hell had she done? What the hell had she done, Emilia Edenberts?!
"Ugh, aaaaaah!!"
A scream like a cry of despair escaped her lips.
She truly, utterly couldn't accept it...!
It took a while, but Emilia finally calmed down after thrashing on the bed for some time.
"......I'm hungry."
She grumbled gloomily, clutching her rumbling stomach—gurgle.
After all that yelling and rolling, the shame from last night's disgrace had dulled to a tolerable level. She wasn't the type to dwell on the past anyway (except when it came to her parents and Melrn Count), and she already understood it had been unavoidable due to Mona's curse.
At this point, getting violated by Melrn Count once or twice more wouldn't make her freak out—it'd just be ridiculous.
How long can I stay sane, though?
Thankfully, the uncontrollable impulses from last night had faded by now. But without a doubt, the same urges would surge back eventually.
She could feel Mona's spell and Melrn Count's dominance still seeping into her flesh all too clearly.
She didn't know the exact mechanics of the spell, but if those impulses came more frequently, or started eroding her very personality...
Eventually, Emilia would fall completely.
Of course, that fallen Emilia would still be her true self, and her core will would remain intact. But she'd forget all her hatred for Melrn Count, her noble duty as the hero... everything.
"......"
Emilia bit her lip, sinking into quiet thought.
Day after day, after day. From morning till night, thinking only of Melrn Count, dominated only by him. She wouldn't last long in such days.
The pleasures of lust she'd discovered under his hands were immense, refined to unimaginable heights by the master chef that was the succubus Mona—bliss and ecstasy no ordinary person could dream of.
Even from her enemy's hands. Even from her enemy's violations.
Because Emilia herself no longer found his touch repulsive...
A faint desire stirred even now, deep in her ample bosom, yearning for his hands...
"Nngh..."
As Emilia hunched over her still-rumbling stomach, a sharp knock knock sounded at the door.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Mona slipped in gracefully. She was in her plain freckled maid guise now—hair neatly braided, oversized glasses perched on her nose, looking like any ordinary servant.
"Oh my, you're awake, Lia. You could've slept more if you wanted."
"......Mona."
"Last night was pretty intense, after all. I figured you'd be more worn out."
She always used polite speech in maid mode, but now she was back to her succubus casual tone. Probably just too lazy to bother.
"No questions? You must have a ton of curiosities."
"...No need. I remember everything from last night."
She recalled what Mona had told her: that the spell had made her act that way. She remembered her shameful display in the hallway perfectly, and how she'd offered herself to Melrn Count, begging him.
All of it.
"...Right. You heard yesterday that Melrn Count restored my body with his power, so that's why it happened."
So if she didn't accept his power? If she didn't get hurt or exhausted like before? Would she avoid such disgrace?
She asked, but Mona's answer was a flat no.
"Nah. You've taken your master inside you once now. It'll keep happening, over and over. Sure, the corruption's still mild, so you've snapped out of it for now. But as time passes, it'll get worse and worse. Just like those darling slave bitches in the basement."
"I see," Emilia accepted coolly. She'd only asked out of faint hope, nothing more. Even without last night, it was inevitable—early or late.
"Heh~. You're taking it awfully well. I thought you'd throw a bigger fit."
"I threw plenty. But I'm starving now, so brooding more feels stupid."
"Ah~ yeah, hunger waits for no one. Gotta have some energy to even get mad."
Mona chuckled at Emilia's demeanor, then tapped her foot against the floor. A hand-like shadow burst from her silhouette, handing her something.
A rolled-up, weathered parchment. The magic tool they'd stolen from the imperial palace's secret vault yesterday.
The one forcing her marriage to the emperor...
"Your deposit from yesterday. Here."
Mona tossed it casually—the real one she'd taken from Emilia last night.
Melrn Count had ordered Mona to hand it over, but she'd given him an elaborate fake. The one he'd burned? Also fake.
The real magic tool was now in Emilia's hands.
"......Not that it's anything more than scrap paper now."
"Hm? What'd you say?"
"I said that magic tool has no power left. Take a look."
Puzzled, Emilia unrolled the parchment.
It looked just like yesterday: ancient, worn paper covered in intricate magical script. The two signatures below were unchanged.
But something was different.
"......It's changed somehow?"
She couldn't put her finger on it, but the mystical aura from last night was gone. When she'd inspected it before, it had felt sacred, like a fairy-tale pact by a lakeside.
Now, that mysticism, that holiness—it had vanished. The magic emanating from the paper, the faint glow at the signatures... all gone.
The magic tool was now just ordinary scrap paper.
What the...?
"He's dead, that emperor guy."
Mona grinned with her plain maid face, answering Emilia's unspoken question.
"Last night... killed by your friend, Mine Hwangnyeo. Real gruesomely, too."
Her giggling face looked just like the demons from old fairy tales, dwelling in the abyss below.
The contract magic tool was a special parchment with powerful magic. But even such a tool couldn't revive the dead.
With the emperor's death last night, Emilia's marriage to him became impossible—and at that moment, the contract's power vanished completely.
The emperor of the Romancia Empire was dead.
And his killer was his own daughter, Mine Hwangnyeo.
A fake double created by Mona would take his place...
...What the hell happened overnight?
Emilia's mind was overloaded. She couldn't even ask more questions, just chewing over what she'd heard to digest it.
With Mona's help, she showered and dressed for the morning, heading to the dining hall.
Before she knew it, the dining room door loomed before her. Mona knocked elegantly, and the door swung open on its own—no hands needed.
Was this door enchanted too?
"Welcome, Emilia. Good morning. Above all, seeing my beloved's face first thing fills me with heavenly bliss."
You already saw plenty when I woke up.
We fell asleep together in your bedroom, so you ogled me all morning before I left.
No point dwelling on that now. She had words for Melrn Count.
"Count. I've seen all your sides by now. I know exactly how perverted and low you are."
"Oh ho. So you're saying you're getting to know me? Sounds like you're ready to be husband and wife."
"Husband, wife—whatever. That's not what I'm pissed about."
Emilia glared at him sharply, her stance awkward and defensive. Arms crossed over her chest as if hiding her breasts. Legs slanted to cover her crotch.
Screw that—she pressed on.
"――What the hell is this outfit, Melrn Count?! Are you insane?!"
She had enough real worries already. Now they were all drowned out by fury at her clothes.
And who could blame her? The "gift" from Melrn Count's orders was a so-called reverse bunny suit—breasts and pussy fully exposed.
No other concerns could possibly surface right now.