Don't Underestimate Me, Don't Look Down on Me! (2)
Emilia burned with the heat of arousal, yet she straightened her posture, spine rigid, marching forward so Mona wouldn't dare look down on her. Taming her body—desperate to veer off course—with nothing but sheer willpower was no simple feat, but her pride as a hero drove her onward. At last, sweat beading on her forehead, she reached her destination: the dining room.
An absurdly oversized table, the kind nobles favored. At one end sat her loathsome enemy, Count Melrn, already waiting for Emilia.
She glared at him with pure hatred, but his nauseating, syrupy voice left her speechless. "Come, sit down, Emilia Edenberts. My love."
Unable to hide her fury, she took the seat farthest from him—the opposite end of the table.
...Still not ready?
A full meal was already laid out before Count Melrn. Just as Emilia arrived, another servant placed steaming plates—freshly finished—before him. But nothing sat before her. Not even utensils.
In noble dining customs, when unrelated parties shared a meal, this spot would naturally be set. If the mansion had special rules assigning her a different seat, they would have at least placed the cutlery there in advance.
But there was nothing.
Starve, then.
Just watch him eat? Pathetic, perhaps, but she had no appetite for bread from her enemy's hands anyway.
As she glared, drawing that conclusion, Count Melrn beckoned her with a wave.
"Come join me, Emilia. I've prepared a seat right here."
"...? Where am I supposed to sit?"
"Right here. See?"
Emilia's brow furrowed at his next gesture. He was pointing to his own lap.
Legs spread wide, back reclined deep in his chair, he'd left a space in his embrace.
Realizing his intent, Emilia felt a vein throb in her temple—or so it seemed.
A joke? You're joking, right? How far will you mock me...!
"Come here, Emilia... I hate when food gets cold."
"Ngh...!"
His voice carried a strange coercive force this time, one that brooked no refusal.
Her body lurched forward. Despite her inner screams of no, no, she shoved her chair back and toddled toward Count Melrn across the table. Like a child, she slipped between his legs, settling into his lap.
Humiliating...!
This is humiliation...!!
"Mmm, perfect. You smell divine. And that dress is stunning... I picked it out myself. How does it feel?"
"......Shut up."
"Thank you for dressing so prettily for me today, Emilia. I love you."
"I said shut up...!"
Even as Emilia snarled viciously, Count Melrn just chuckled, clearly delighted. And so began the worst meal of her life.
* * *
――Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst.
The faint clink-clink of fine silverware against porcelain. Both refined nobles, they kept the sounds to a minimum as their bizarre "dinner" continued.
"Now I want some of that meat over there."
"......"
"Go on."
"N... ahh...♡ D-don't...!"
Perched in Melrn's lap, Emilia shuddered with a sigh. Her developing, luscious body quivered pitifully under his hands, groping her through the dress.
Steadying her trembling form, she reached out, slicing a small piece of veal steak with fork and knife.
She offered it up on the fork—only for the command: "With your mouth."
"......!"
Humiliation twisted her face, but refusal was impossible. She popped the morsel into her own mouth, chewed a couple times, then turned, wrapping her arms around Melrn and pressing her lips to his. With her tongue, she pushed the meat into his mouth...
Mmph... whoo...
Just take the meat... that's all...
She'd only obeyed, passing the meat mouth-to-mouth. But Melrn wasn't satisfied. He accepted it, then thrust his thick tongue into her mouth, ravaging it.
Hnnngh...!
Emilia's delicate fingers clutched his collar, but her grip was weak. Unable to resist, she endured the violation until he finally released her.
"Hoo... the steak you cut for me is delicious, Emilia..."
No joy in hearing that. And just moments ago, he'd complained about cold food. Yet this drawn-out feeding was making the meal drag on forever.
"You need to eat too, Emilia. What should it be this time...?"
Now Melrn moved. He seized a wine glass without hesitation, poured some into his mouth, then kissed her—transferring it mouth-to-mouth.
I want to spit it out...!
Against her will, her mouth accepted his tongue and the wine he poured, swallowing it down her throat to her stomach without hesitation...
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"How's that, Emilia? Think you could learn to like the wine I give you?"
As if. Never. She'd never enjoy anything from him.
Hnnngh... what a fun show~.
Watching from the side, Mona narrowed her eyes, struck by a sudden thought.
There was a tale even in the demon realms, true or myth unknown. Long, long ago, a pure maiden beloved by the gods.
Beautiful and admired by all men, she lit up the world around her. But her beauty drew the eye of the era's Demon King.
He abducted her. Countless "heroes"—worthy of the title—stormed the barren demon lands to rescue her, blinded by love.
The result? Utter defeat.
Hundreds fell one by one until only a handful remained, ragged and broken. Their welcome? A hollow end.
While the heroes wasted time battling demons, the Demon King force-fed the maiden cursed demon food, using captured innocents as leverage—ordering her to eat it herself.
The cursed fare slowly stripped her divine blessing. In time, she could survive on nothing else.
To live, she had no choice but to become his. The heroes, watching her lose the gods' favor and writhe in ecstasy under the Demon King, all despaired and took their own lives...
Or so the story went.
Not quite that kind of food, of course.
No exact replica of that curse, though she'd added her touches.
But still... who knew?
This lover-like feeding with Count Melrn. Tedious now, but once it took root, wouldn't its absence feel empty later?
And with that Lewd Curse too.
Contact with Melrn. Accepting his saliva. Receiving his favor. Feeling his body heat.
Everything would feel unbearably good, stirring her instincts as a female to the brink.
――She’s being dyed
――She’s being dyed
――She’s being dyed
Just like that maiden in the tale, Emilia would dye steadily, unnoticed even by herself.
Ahh, as expected.
Humans brimming with desire are just so entertaining...♪
Standing primly like a dutiful maid, she watched them both.
The hero, bride-like in Melrn's arms, moaning through the meal as he caressed her ceaselessly.
Melrn, gentlemanly yet gazing at Emilia with eyes thick with lust and twisted affection.
That warped heart.
That warped love.
That warped bond.
Mona smiled darkly, savoring it. To demons, this atmosphere was the height of indulgence—a feast and a hobby.
The scene, that twisted dynamic, was so delightful, so adorable, she couldn't bear it. Beneath her thin maid skirt, her arousal soaked her loins lewdly.