Don't Look Down on Me! (3)
Squish, squelch, splurt, splurt…!
――And so, after they'd finished feeding each other their meal to a certain extent, the Melrn Count had the servants clear away the spotless plates. Right there at the table, he immediately began ravaging Emilia once more.
He bent her forward over the dining table, her body half-propped against it, and thrust his thick cock――still rigidly erect even at this hour――deep into her female hole, all while she wore the beautiful dress he'd personally chosen for her.
Aah… ah… haa…
"Ngh… grrr… mmph… aaah…♥"
Emilia, half-draped over the table in front of her, arched her hips back invitingly, letting lewd moans spill from her lips. She hated the Melrn Count with every fiber of her being. She despised him utterly, her loathing sharp and vivid as a blade.
Yet every time he rocked his hips, every time his rigid shaft pierced and plunged into her slick folds, a soft, obscene whimper of pleasure escaped her pretty mouth despite herself.
Aah, no… no…
Don't feel good… please…
Emilia pleaded inwardly, but it was no use. Her body, already ignited with fire, wouldn't listen. Perhaps it had been craving this even before the meal――maybe she'd been longing for his cock all along, over and over.
Squelch, splurt, shluuuurp, stiiiab…!
Stab, stab, stiiiab, shluuuuuurp…!
"Ah… aaah…♥ Haaahhh…♥"
Slap, slap.
The sound of flesh colliding rang out. Her plump ass cheeks smacked against the Melrn Count's sturdy pelvis and thighs. Along with it came the wet, obscene squelches of his cock churning her honeyed depths, and Emilia's voice rose even higher.
The Count's hands reached around to the front of her dress, now pulled down to expose her luscious breasts, kneading them roughly. A strange ticklish itch spread through her, amplified by his arousing touch, drawing even more moans from her lips.
Aah, what do I do? What do I do? It feels too good… I can't help it… it just feels so good…
"Emilia, Emilia…!"
From just a little earlier, the Melrn Count had been whispering into her ear. Mostly sweet words of love, but interspersed with sneering contempt for her and her family. Even blatant taunts couldn't rouse a response from her…
It pisses me off…!
So fucking infuriating…!
――How many times… how many times… had she cum…?
Even during the meal earlier, when their lips met and tongues swapped saliva, or when his hands caressed her, pleasure had teetered on the edge. During that, and now as he fucked her, she'd already climaxed several times…
Yet the heat and arousal inside her showed no sign of fading. The pleasure just kept building, endlessly…
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stiiiab…!
Shluuuuuurp… spluuurt…
"Aaah, so delicious… As expected, your body tastes better than any meal, Emilia…"
"Haa… haa… ngh… grrr…♥"
"Your pussy clenches so tight, hot and sticky… You like me too, don't you? Emilia, Emilia…! You like me, right…?!"
"Krr… hnnngh… haaaang…♥"
No, no…!
Emilia squeezed her eyes shut inwardly and begged, but it was futile. The Melrn Count seized her arms and yanked them back, slamming his cock deep into her core.
Deep inside, deep inside. His throbbing pillar of heat, right into the farthest depths of her pussy.
Spurt… spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt…!
Spluuuurrrrrt…!! Spluuuurt…!!
"……Haaaaaaaahhhhhhh~~~~♥♥♥"
Before long, having savored the grip of her pussy walls to his satisfaction, the Count's shaft swelled massively and began pouring hot semen into her depths. The tip pressed flush against her cervix, the urethral slit unleashing thick ropes straight into her womb, relentless and unyielding.
As if determined to impregnate her for sure, he flooded her insides with dense, creamy loads.
"Ngh… grrrgh…♥ Hoooohhh…♥"
With her arms pinned by the Count, body half-surrendered to the table, Emilia shuddered and let out a sigh of ecstatic bliss. Her beautiful form trembled as if crying out…
Wh-what do I do… even if it feels good, that's secondary…
If this keeps up… I'll really get pregnant soon… pregnant… with this bastard's child…
Come to think of it, he'd said something about that yesterday… but she couldn't recall. All she could do was moan at the vivid sensation of his scorching cum searing her insides, hotter than before.
Haa… haa… haa… haa…
Splurt…
Having finished ejaculating to his content, the Melrn Count pulled his cock free from her pussy. Her elastic folds, now uncorked, clenched greedily around the intruding fluid, expelling it in a thick gush of mixed semen and love juices that dribbled down her thighs.
It soiled the hem of her dress and dripped onto the floor in sticky drops.
"…Heehee."
As if the sight was adorable, the Count chuckled and smacked! her feminine, rounded ass with his palm.
"Kyaaahh…♥"
The sharp spank, delivered without mercy, made her slender body quiver as a high-pitched moan escaped her…
* * *
After that one ejaculation, the Melrn Count left the dining room, seemingly satisfied. Emilia wiped her still-leaking pussy and sweat-slicked skin with a proffered tissue, then readjusted her underwear and dress as best she could.
It felt filthy, and honestly, she wanted to scrape out the semen pooled deep inside. That lingering presence grated on her… but apparently, that much wasn't allowed.
"It'll get dirty again soon anyway, and it's Master's cum. Keep it inside happily~."
"……."
Happily my ass.
It only made her sick. That man, and the woman in front of her.
"Anyway, Master has business to attend to, so he'll be away until evening. Spend the time with me until then."
"…Business…?"
"Yeees~. Even Master has to keep up his image as an upstanding lord~. And he still needs to distribute those magic tools~."
Emilia recalled upon hearing Mona speak. Indeed… the Melrn Count's reputation as a lord was genuinely stellar. Plus, the mass production and distribution of convenient household magic tools had elevated the kingdom's standard of living by leaps and bounds――or so she'd heard it was his doing.
Now that she knew his true nature, it only filled her with disillusionment, but the old Emilia, ignorant of it all, had no choice but to admire him.
Father thought the same…
Though now she knew full well he was scum of the lowest order.
"He's busy, sure――after all, he has to sell out this country~."
"…………What… did you say?"
Emilia slammed her fist on the table and shot to her feet. Her chair scraped back with a clatter. Mona beamed at her.
"You know about the magic tools that's become commonplace in this country over the last decade or so, right, Riaaa~?"
"…The magic tools… that the Melrn Count developed… weren't they…?"
"How could he develop something that advanced all by himself~? They're the culmination of demon realm geniuses pouring in ages of time and research~."
According to Mona, all the magic tools the Count had flooded the market and supplied to the kingdom were demon inventions. Some had been refined or invented by the Count himself with Mona's help.
"And we added~ a little modification~."
Each magic tool carried a special restriction. With a specific keyword, they could be instantly locked, rendered inoperable. Or, using the mana powering them as a trigger, turned into one-use bombs.
What could that possibly mean? Emilia wondered, but even a brief line of thought led her to the horrifying conclusion.
――Sell it off.
This country.
Mona had definitely said that. Sell it off to whom? Where?
…No need to think. It was obvious.
"…To the… demons…."
The realization hit, and terrifying visions multiplied exponentially in her mind.
These ultra-convenient modern magic tools had infiltrated every corner of daily life, transforming people's standards of living. They powered key industries, vital workplaces, everything. Magic tools were once rare treasures used by only a few, irrelevant to most――but thanks to the Count's mass production, in just a decade or so, they'd become indispensable.
But what if… all those tools suddenly became unusable in an instant?
Not gradually failing in everyday life, but in a crisis like war?
Or, in a future where magic tools penetrated even deeper, if they used them as bait in a deal? If the people, having tasted paradise, were told their rights were just a fleeting illusion――submit if you want to keep it?
What then… would the people do…?
My god…
The dreadful thoughts accelerated. Worst-case scenarios birthed even worse ones, driving Emilia to anxiety.
Just moments ago, she'd seen the Melrn Count as mere trash, the lowest of men. But now, that changed.
He wasn't ordinary trash. He was, without a doubt, the absolute worst――humanity's enemy.
