Count Melrn (3): The Shame of Virginity
The fact that she was a virgin. The fact that she knew nothing of men. It wasn't because she was some indiscriminate woman. She wasn't the kind of cheap slut who would let any man touch and toy with her body. So there shouldn't be anything to be ashamed of—or so it seemed. Yet just confessing that truth honestly was enough to drown her in an uncanny wave of humiliation.
"I see... so you really are a virgin... Haaaah... You're different from that woman... Just like that damned sow who seduced Edgar, you do resemble her a bit... but you're completely different..."
"Emilia, you saved your virginity for me, prepared it just for me... I'm happy... so, so happy..."
As if!
As if that's true!
She wanted to scream obscenities at him, shove him away. But whenever she tried to harm him, her body froze solid, leaving her utterly helpless. In the end, Emilia could only stand there in silence.
Meanwhile, Count Melrn continued appraising her like a piece of fine art. His demeanor shifted gradually from distant voyeurism to reaching out, touching her tentatively at first—little by little. Like handling delicate glasswork that might shatter or break if mishandled, his fingers moved with exquisite care. Then, intermittently, they made startlingly bold contact.
"...Don't... touch a virgin's body... however you please..."
"Ahaha, is that so~? But it's mine from now on, so I should be able to do whatever I want, right?"
"......"
Count Melrn's hand brushed Emilia's cheek, stroking her slender eyelids ever so lightly. Emilia clearly took after her mother. But in this situation, her unyielding, noble poise—refusing to despair—clearly bore the mark of her father, Edgar Edenberts. Moreover, those lips, the calm navy eyes evoking a night sky, the cute reddening of her earlobes... they all distinctly echoed the features of her father, the previous hero.
Those navy eyes seemed to trace back to the progenitor hero, Arthur Edenberts. Perhaps the traits she shared with her father actually came from that ancestor. The self-proclaimed "hero's fan" Count Melrn trembled with excitement at the thought, then extended his long tongue to lick languidly around her eyelids.
"Eek......"
Emilia flinched. It wasn't just the shock of having her face licked for the first time. Strangely, more than disgust... an oddly thrilling sensation bubbled up, leaving her flustered by her own reaction.
"Hehe... so lovable..."
Count Melrn reached out, placing his hand on the ample breasts he'd been admiring from afar, kneading and caressing them softly.
Though she was an adult, her breasts were voluptuously full beyond her years. A man's thick hand groped that resilient flesh...
"――――Nngh... Ah, aah..."
And Emilia—
To the sensation of her breasts being fondled, her secret skin under her clothes being kneaded by a man for the first time—she felt an uncanny pleasure, letting sweet moans slip out unbidden. Her chin tilted up slightly, her eyes fluttered shut in response to the bliss.
From her neck to her ears, a flush of arousal crept up. Each time Count Melrn's large hand squeezed her breasts—testing their bounce, rubbing and stimulating them—a tingling jolt shivered down her spine. It tickled, yet sparked sharp electric pleasure. He wasn't even gripping hard, just kneading gently... yet she could already feel her nipples stiffening, erecting proudly.
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Th-this is... weird...
Is it... always like this...? Being touched... by a man...?
Emilia had masturbated alone often enough, even as a warrior—groping her own embarrassingly voluptuous, lewd breasts with her own hands. But this felt fundamentally different from those times. And it wasn't just because it was a man's hand...
"How does it feel, Emilia? Different from usual, isn't it?"
"......What did you... do to me... you...?"
"I didn't do it myself. I just gave the orders. ...You drank Mona's blood, didn't you?"
...Blood? She had no memory of that...
As Emilia puzzled over it, racking her brain for any recollection, Count Melrn grabbed her slender arm and pulled her along. "Come here."
He led her to a large full-length mirror in one corner of the room. Positioning her in front of it, he stood behind her in an embrace-like pose and pointed at something.
On Emilia's lower abdomen—where her flawless, pale skin should have been unmarked—a bizarre, unfamiliar tattoo was etched there. Its elegant curves resembled... the shape of a womb, she vaguely thought.
"It's called the Lewd Curse. I stamp it on all the women I capture—like a slave mark. They infuse it with a spell in Mona's blood, then chant a special incantation. I don't know the details."
He then asked if anything strange had happened to her. When this mark was applied, hadn't something occurred? Emilia recalled that she wasn't sure if it was exactly when the mark was made, but she had collapsed briefly in the ritual room earlier. That must have been when...
"Hehe, right, you collapsed? Felt all your strength drain away? Heat rising? Like something inside was cracking and changing?"
"Exactly. That's when it happened."
"Your body was remade from the ground up right then. Into a perfect slut slave body, ideal for my magnificent cock-sleeve."
Count Melrn cackled, continuing to caress her body unabated. Emilia tried to push him away with her leaden arms, attempted some minimal resistance, but they were useless—devoid of any strength. She was helpless.
"Ah, ack, nngh... Nnngh... Eek...♡"
His lewd hands roamed her body. Lifting her heavy breasts from below to savor their heft, gently pinching her cute pink nipples to tease them. Each touch drew melting sighs from her lips. So shameful, she hated it—but she couldn't stop them...
"Such a pretty body... That sow too... pretty and... good for fucking... She must've seduced your father with it... But yours is far better... Hehe, maybe because it's the hero's body..."
"Sh... eek...! D-don't... insult my father... and mother... you bastard...!"
"How rude."
"Auuugh...♡"
Count Melrn twisted both her nipples sharply. Emilia furrowed her delicate brows, shuddering with a jolt. After tormenting her breasts to his satisfaction, Devro Melrn slid his hands down her smooth belly, brushing the elegant Lewd Curse tattoo. Then lower still, until his hand reached her groin.
"Spread your legs a bit," he commanded. Obediently, she parted her knees wide, cautiously.
"I thought so earlier... Do you shave down there normally?"
"......I don't... do that..."
"It looks awfully smooth for that. You're old enough for plenty of hair..."
Devro Melrn was referring to her pussy. Normally, faint golden pubic hair should guard it, but from her labia outward, the area was impeccably clean.
"...It's just... my constitution... I don't grow much body hair..."
Her armpits were the same—scant body hair of that sort. Perhaps akin to the hero's physique, but Emilia had no way to know. Anyway, no need to shave, Devro Melrn muttered delightedly, then began groping and fiddling with her labia.
"Ah... Nnghh... Nn...♡"
Following her breasts, this place too. Her labia had become incredibly sensitive; to Devro's probing fingers, Emilia trembled with sobbing gasps. Soft, resilient, warm—perfect flesh to fondle. Devro savored its texture, then slipped a finger between her labia and spread them wide in front of the mirror.
A string of clear love juice stretched and dripped down. Her inner folds exposed shamelessly in the reflection looked utterly vulgar. Even though it was her own body, she'd never examined her pussy this closely—its crude, obscene appearance made her slender shoulders quake in Devro's arms.
"So pretty, Emilia... Your virgin pussy, kept just for me..."
"Hnn... Uh... Haa... Haa... N-no... That's not... it..."
"Is that so? Really?"
Devro thrust his long tongue into her ear canal. "Aaah!" Emilia reacted oversensitively, her breath hitching. Meanwhile, his hand circled her clit lightly, rubbing.
The tiny nub, hooded and exquisitely sensitive. Even during solo play, she'd always handled it gingerly. Now, enhanced by the Lewd Curse, it was several times more responsive—fatally so. Devro's thick, manly fingers boldly fondled and lifted it.
"Ah... hnnnngh♡"
A chilling thrill raced up her spine to her brain. The unbearable sensation made her nerves feel razor-sharp; her body stiffened. Undeterred, Devro deftly peeled back the hood, toying mercilessly with her可怜, hypersensitive clitoris—tweaking and pinching.
"Nnngh, eek, eek, hyaaaaah...♡"
"No, no, ahn, nnngh, hiiiii!!"
Her exposed clit stood rigidly erect under Count Melrn's torment, swollen with arousal. Remade by the Lewd Curse, it endured ruthless stimulation. Emilia curled up, her limp hands futilely trying to shield it.
"Now, now, hands behind your back... And arch your waist like this, Emilia."
"Ah... hiiik?! N-no... nooooooo!!! I hate it!!"
At Count Melrn's command, her arms moved on their own, locking behind her back. Pushed into the same shameful wide-kneed pose, her hips thrust forward against his body.
"Aaaaaaaaah...!! Hyaaaaah♥♥♥♥!!!"
Unlike hunching, this position let the pleasure hit undiminished—straight up her spine to her brain. Naked without armor, fully receiving the violent onslaught on her clit. In that torrent of ecstasy, that savage bliss she couldn't endure—Emilia threw her head back, wailing pitifully in rapturous sobs.