I'll Do As You Say (2)
"I'll do whatever you say."
"So please, spare the princess."
Truth be told, there was an ulterior motive behind those words. Emilia was already under the Lewd Curse and the Spell of Submission, rendering her utterly incapable of resisting or defying him. She had no choice but to submit to him anyway, no choice but to follow his every whim. With that in mind, she had confessed, figuring there was nothing left to lose.
He had to know that much. So this was nothing more than a plea to appeal to the Count Melrn's whims.
"……."
Count Melrn said nothing, merely gazing up at Emilia. His fingers continued their relentless squelching in the princess's pussy below, even in this moment, drawing endless lewd moans from her lips—sounds utterly unbecoming of her noble station.
"Then let's do that."
Suddenly, Count Melrn flashed a brilliant smile and spoke. It was so radiantly cheerful that Emilia's face stiffened involuntarily, and she took an unwitting step back.
"I see. I see. So Emilia likes the princess, does she? Is that it, my sweet Emilia?"
"……I'm a hero, and a noble of this kingdom."
Emilia gave a perfunctory reply to Count Melrn's question. It wasn't a lie, and she thought it would satisfy him.
"Is that all? Think it through properly and tell me, Emilia."
"……."
With a sigh, Emilia finally gave in and answered honestly.
"She's my friend, and a precious benefactor. …Please stop. I beg you."
Not just because she was a princess. Back in their childhood, during those peaceful days, they had met at a tea party, shared stories, and become friends unbound by status or position.
And she was the one who, after Emilia's family was destroyed by this very Count Melrn and she fled into hiding, had used all her wisdom to track her down and aid her in every way possible.
With the empire's atmosphere turning sour and enemies lurking everywhere unknown, it was best to hide her identity and pose as an adventurer for now. Lay low, watch the situation… and when the time came and preparations were complete, they would act together.
…I even sent her a letter.
Before learning the full truth at the Adventurer's Guild and coming to Count Melrn's mansion, she had arranged a special courier mount for close communication with the First Princess. Through it, she had sent word that she was heading out to investigate Count Melrn.
She had heard the princess had collapsed at her coming-of-age ceremony and was bedridden, which worried her, but she knew that saying nothing would only leave her anxious and distressed.
In any case. This benefactor. This friend. One of the precious few on Emilia's side.
"……Ho. Is that so? I see."
She hadn't spilled every detail, but she had given Count Melrn a rough outline of her relationship with the First Princess. He seemed disinterested in most things, but since it concerned Emilia, his curiosity piqued. Stroking his chin, he turned an amused gaze first to Emilia, then to the princess lounging arrogantly below.
"So, she's someone precious to my Emilia? …She was just an irritating bitch before, but now… I see. Guess I need to rethink this a bit."
If she hadn't been the First Princess, Emilia—clueless and fleeing to the streets—might have sought refuge with Count Melrn of her own accord. That thought made the princess seem all the more infuriating.
But… precious to Emilia. A dear friend.
Count Melrn narrowed his foxlike eyes even further, rolling them thoughtfully. Emilia's heart pounded with anxiety and tension as she waited nervously.
"Fine. My Emilia. If she's precious to you, then I suppose I should treat her as such. Heh heh, my love. If that's what you want, I have no choice. It's a trifling matter."
Count Melrn dismounted from the princess's back with surprising ease. He grabbed her collar and commanded her to stand.
"……?"
The princess rose, but stared around in confusion, unsure what was happening. Her once-starlit, brilliant eyes were now clouded by the spell's fog, her thoughts muddled. Yet even through that haze, she seemed to recognize Emilia. Her delicate eyelids fluttered toward her, and suddenly—perhaps overcome with shame—she hugged her own body, her face twisting in embarrassment.
Though her gaze was dimmed, her noble birth shone through; from head to toe, her flawless, beautiful body trembled with humiliation in a way that was almost picturesque.
"Mona, take her away. …I'll decide the princess's punishment later."
"Yessir~ Should I hold off on the training for now?"
"I'll think on it till tomorrow. Just basic maintenance for now."
"Got it~♪"
With a cheerful whistle utterly at odds with her prim maid outfit, Mona took the princess's collar and led her off. The princess glanced back at Emilia before leaving, but when Mona yanked the leash with a sharp "Come on," she let out a thin whimper and followed obediently.
It had been the same in the underground chamber earlier. To see her benefactor—her friend forged beyond stations—treated like that… And she, the hero who had sworn to be her sword, who had pledged loyalty fiercer than to the emperor himself and offered her life… could do nothing but watch.
That sorrow and misery dwarfed even the defilement of her own body. And that pain, that grief, twisted straight into rage and hatred directed at the man before her…
"For now, let's try a normal chair. …My Emilia, I've prepared a seat for you here, so sit."
Count Melrn spoke to Emilia in a voice sweet enough to melt her. He gestured to the spot between his spread legs as he sat in the chair—just like she had imagined earlier, an invitation to sit in his lap and dine together.
"……What do you plan to make me do?"
Before sitting, Emilia asked. The spell prevented resistance anyway, but now the princess was a hostage too. He was clearly a madman, but an intelligent one; she doubted he had granted her request without some scheme in mind.
His answer? "On hold for now."
"We'll take our time thinking about that. My Emilia, there are so many things I want to do with you, the one I love."
"For now, let's savor the anticipation, hearts aflutter, for the joys to come."
"Come here, my love. The food's getting cold."
During their talk, servants—who seemed strangely devoid of humanity—had already brought steaming hot dinner. Not knowing only heightened her unease, but he wasn't about to explain, so there was no choice. Following his lead, Emilia slipped into his lap—her designated seat, just like at lunch—and they spent an absurdly long mealtime feeding each other.
The princess… and…
As they ate, a thought crossed her mind. She and the princess shared one more precious person.
Someone who, if they learned of their plight, would throw themselves into the fray without a second thought for their life. One more.
…That child.
She prayed silently to gods she barely knew. Please, no more worries piling up. Let that child stay out of this entirely.
Please, please, she wished desperately—no falling into this man's clutches.
It might be meaningless, but it was all she could do. This helplessness was utterly frustrating and heartbreaking.
After that humiliating dinner with Count Melrn, Emilia was dragged straight to his chambers to "show off today's training results."
Navigating the bizarrely labyrinthine corridors without a single wrong turn, they arrived at that same room from yesterday.
It was needlessly vast, filled with opulent decor rivaling royalty. The soft glow from special magic tools evoked an open, indulgent mood that stirred human desires, mingled with a sweet, aphrodisiac-like scent permeating the air…
Count Melrn, who had brought Emilia here, promptly shed his heavy ornaments and ornate robes. Maidservants—women, but eerily lifeless like the ones before—assisted him at his side.
Emilia stood nearby, simply watching.
Hah… hah… hah…
Ugh… my… body…
She tried to just watch, but separately, she fought desperately to control the heat boiling within her.
It had started right after dinner. As the food she had nibbled on digested bit by bit, the lust worms Mona had slipped in were beginning to stir.
She couldn't sense their presence. They were tiny flesh lumps, perhaps enchanted with special spells. But the lewd energy they emitted, seeping slowly from inside her body and setting it ablaze, was impossible to ignore.
Hah… hah… hah… ugh…
And that wasn't all. Not just the one in her intestines, processing waste—it was the same for the one that had entered through her pussy and burrowed into her womb, now emanating lewd energy and pleading with her.
The difference between the two: one converted waste into lewd energy and expelled it. The other begged for Count Melrn's semen right before her eyes, craving his "baby juice" like a tantrum-throwing child.
Desperate not to let her agitation show, Emilia stiffened her expression and endured. But her flushed face, the beads of sweat forming, and above all, the pheromones of a bitch in heat wafting from her mere presence… they betrayed her state completely.