The Lewd Heroine's Indecent Daily Routine (6)
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Fiercely. So fiercely thrusting in comes Melrn Count's penis. With the vulgar, sticky sounds of flesh colliding, the count's cock plunges into Emilia's depths again and again, churning her up relentlessly.
For some unknowable reason, every time that crude sound—like raw meat slamming against meat—reaches her ears, Emilia feels a surge of masochistic pleasure, her arousal accelerating wildly. It's not just her rationality melting away from the scorching heat ravaging her pussy; even her expression is transforming into that of a full-blown bitch in heat.
"Ahhn, ngh, hii♥…!!"
"S-stohp... stohp... don't stooop... huaaang…♥"
"Ngh, ngh♥ Nngkkuuu♥ Nngh♥"
"Hnnnguuuuuuu♥♥♥"
"Feels good, feels so good, yesss, yesssss... too good, don't stop, don't stoooop…♥♥"
"Naaah♥♥ Cumming, I'm cumming, again, cummiiing, cuuuumiiing♥♥"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch. Squelch splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt.Spuuurt...! Gush... gush, gush, gush, gush...! Spluuuuursh... spluuuuursh... spluuuuursh...!
How long had that piston-like pounding gone on? Melrn Count's meat rod battered fiercely against the deepest part of Emilia's insides before erupting, spewing semen in thick surges.
"Nnghaaa♥♥?! Haaaah... good, so gooood...♥♥ Inside... huaaang... cum, cuuum... hnnnguuu...♥♥"
"N-nooo... it's hot... so hoooot... filling me up...♥♥ Haaah... my head... melting, meeeelting, aaaaah…♥ Hnnngh... huff... huff...♥"
The semen gushing deep inside her. Caught in that scalding torrent, Emilia confesses pathetically and honestly with her pitiful face. She strains with her limited vocabulary to express the sensations overwhelming her and the obscene heat flooding her depths.
Melrn Count keeps ejaculating, his cock swelling and grinding against her insides once more like it's stirring her guts, and Emilia—lost in the ecstasy of the hot creampie—bucks her hips wildly, her body twitching and shuddering as her walls clench around it.
Filled with the scorching liquid of his lust, Emilia's face slackens in pure bliss. Her sworn enemy, the murderer of her parents and friends, the one who should be her ultimate foe—Melrn Count. Emilia hates him, without a doubt.
Yet here she is, having her precious hole violated and defiled by that very enemy—not even for impregnation, but treated like a mere cum dump. And in this situation, Emilia feels an uncontrollable masochistic joy, a pleasure beyond anything ordinary.
The clash of these two opposing emotions sparks through her mind like fireworks. With her reason utterly shattered, Emilia's mouth hangs slack, spilling instinct-driven words without filter.
"Ah, aaaahhh…♥ Pussy... my pussy... feels so good... too good... nnghuuu♥♥ Happy, so haaappy…♥"
"My womb, my womb's crying outttt…♥♥ Haa... haa... cock juice... pouring in... uaaaahhh…♥♥"
"Creampie... making my pussy... cum nonstop...♥ Hiiiiiik…♥ Again, cumming agaaaain…♥♥♥ Ahhuuuu♥♥"
Letting out a lewd wail, Emilia announces her climax once more. The more her hazy mind clings to her anger, the greater the pleasure from the creampie and orgasm swells in response—a volume several times over.
Shuddering in ecstatic joy at the delight of her pussy and womb filling with hot semen...
"Hoo... Emilia, just your voice alone could make me cum endlessly... as much as you want, as much as you want...!"
Even after an abnormal volume of ejaculation, Melrn Count's cock still spurted semen intermittently.
"Ngh... hiiiiiik♥?!"
'M-moving... again...?!'
Just when she thought the ejaculation had finally stopped, his cock remained rock-hard. He resumed his hip movements without pause, thrusting squelch squelch into her already semen-filled pussy, grinding and rubbing her vaginal walls anew with that massive rod.
"Aaaangh♥♥ Nngh♥ Hnnnguuu…♥♥ C-cock... cock's coming in again... aaah, so thick... so haaard♥♥"
"My love is growing more depraved by the second. And I love you all the more for it."
"Nghuaaah♥ L-love, like... huaaang♥♥ Aaah♥ Goooood♥♥ Kyaaahuuu♥♥"
Squelch splurt squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch.
The pleasure of her semen-filled pussy being roughly rubbed and pressed again. Emilia's hypersensitive body can't endure it, hurtling toward the limit over and over.
"Nngwooo♥ Oh, ohooo♥ N-nooo... nooooo♥♥ Haaa♥ My head, my heeead... going craaazy♥♥"
"Pussy, pussy's breaking... ruuined...♥ Haaaang♥ Goood, good, good, so goooood♥♥"
"Stohop it, ngh, ugh, nooo...♥♥ Haaaang♥ Aaang♥ Ah♥ Nngh♥ Hoooowu...♥ Aaaaah♥♥ Haaaanggg…♥♥"
Emilia, utterly drowned in the swamp of pleasure. In this ongoing ravishment until Melrn Count is satisfied, she can only writhe and spasm, putting on an utterly pathetic display.
From Emilia's lewd pussy, now fully enslaved to carnal lust, a frothy mix of love juices and semen drips steadily onto the floor...
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Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch. Gush... gush... gush... gush... guuush... Spluuuuursh...
How many more times had she been fucked like that? After countless orgasms too many to count, Melrn Count poured another thick, dense load of semen into Emilia's pussy.
Not like ordinary human seed—this fluid carried the Demon King's yin energy. To human women, it was a potent aphrodisiac of excruciating intensity; to succubi like Mona and other demonkin, an unparalleled delicacy.
Having emptied a satisfying amount of that precious semen inside her... Melrn Count finally pulled his cock out.
"......Ah...."
Emilia, half-collapsed over the table with her strength drained, let out a faint whimper as his cock withdrew.
From her gaping pussy, thick, lewd fluids oozed out heavily. Her pussy couldn't contain the massive influx of semen and her own gushing juices.
Ha... ah... haa... haa... haa... haa... haa... haa...
Pathetic for a hero, her face melted in ecstasy as she slumped cheek-down on the table, body limp.
Melrn Count wiped his filthy cock on her thigh, and pitifully, Emilia began pissing herself with a long shiiiieeee...
The stream trickled down her thigh, soaking her stockings and staining her ankle. A disgrace no noble lady should ever show—but Emilia lacked even the reason to judge such things now.
Melrn Count watched her pathetic display for a moment, waiting until the urine stopped flowing. Then he grabbed a napkin from nearby and roughly wiped her pussy and thighs clean.
Her urine-soaked legs. Her slit defiled with every fluid imaginable.
"Nngh...."
She shuddered and moaned at the napkin touching her sensitive spots, but otherwise showed no reaction.
"Good work, my love Emilia. We got a bit too carried away first thing in the morning."
Melrn Count glanced at the clock in the dining room, chuckling awkwardly as he kneaded and caressed her plump ass.
At the gentle touch on her shameful rear, Emilia didn't feel shame—just half-lidded pleasure.
To her like that. To her with those pitiful, hazy eyes, melting away—he leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"Anyway, good work. I'm satisfied, Emilia."
"As a reward, I'll allow you one question."
His words. At that, the slack, unfocused light in Emilia's eyes faintly returned.
She tried to push herself up with her arms, but her strength failed; they trembled before she flopped back down. In the end, she kept her upper body slumped on the table, merely turning her head to meet his gaze.
"Heh, my love. That melted bitch-face suited you, but these passionate eyes are what fit you best."
"......"
"You've cum so many times you're probably still dazed, so feel free to ask later once your head clears, Emilia. Or ask Mona—she knows most of what I do."
Melrn Count suggested. With no information at all, Emilia must have countless questions. Picking just one would need time to sort her thoughts.
Especially with her mind fogged from repeated orgasms, his consideration was reasonable—and grateful.
"No. ...I don't want that."
But Emilia rejected his kindness, his offer.
"Count... I'll ask my question... right here, right now...."
"Mine... Mine Hwangnyeo... she said she killed the emperor...."
"Was that... something you forced her to do? Like puppeteering her, making her kill Karik Hwangje against her will?"
Emilia asks if Mine Hwangnyeo killing the emperor was due to his control—or blackmail.
Melrn Count blinks for a moment at her question.
This time, without a smile, he answers with a serious, calm expression.
"No, it was all Mine Hwangnyeo's own will."
"I just gave her a little push. ...And our desires happened to align."
That's his answer. No proof whether it's truth or lie.
But Emilia, as if she'd vaguely suspected it already... drops her gaze with an expression of subtle relief.