Chapter 10: The Apocalyptic Ritual, Count Melrn and the Meat-Toilet Succubus Mona (1)
"...You know everything, so don't play dumb. And don't interrupt my time with Emilia, you filthy thing."
"Ehehe~. Sorry, sorry~♪"
Even under the full force of his contemptuous glare, Mona—who had barged into their private moment without permission—simply giggled. Twisting her lips in lewd delight, she glanced at Emilia, who was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep in utter exhaustion.
That adorable sight. Through her demon eyes, the deepened aura of lust was plain to see, drawing an involuntary smile to her face.
Hope they had a happy time~.
A bit disappointing to miss out~.
Next time, she definitely wanted in. Maybe she could make up for this regret during tomorrow's modification training session.
"So, what's the business?"
Emilia had collapsed from the unfamiliar, drawn-out copulation and repeated climaxes, but Count Melrn remained calm and composed as ever, questioning Mona without a hint of fatigue. His heavy voice and sharp gaze carried a chilling edge, as if he'd sever her head on the spot for anything trivial.
Mona was Count Melrn's ace in the hole. It was her near-omnipotent abilities that had allowed him—a mere mortal—to achieve all these impossible feats. Of course, she couldn't survive without him either.
Their relationship was one of mutual dependence, yet perilously fragile, always one step from shattering.
Count Melrn was clever, able to regulate himself precisely as needed and play the role of the perfect self. But inside, he was deranged. Drenched in madness. A madman through and through.
If something rubbed him the wrong way, he'd snap the contract with Mona—ace or no ace—and erase her without a second thought. No, he definitely would. No hesitation. No consideration for the future.
...That's what made him insane. What made him a madman.
And likewise, Mona—
"...My apologies, Master. But today is the day for that important ritual."
"...Today, was it."
"Yes. A bit late, but it's fine. ...Please, act according to our contract."
—All for the sake of placing this hero Emilia in your hands.
Mona's voice, unusually serious and formal, added that at the end, and Count Melrn's eyes softened. Truth be told, he didn't care about anything else. Mona had been rude to him countless times before, but he'd never truly held it against her because he had only one priority.
The Hero. And his descendant, Emilia.
As long as that wasn't touched, anything went. As long as he could claim it, nothing else mattered.
...So Mona's persuasion—for the sake of Hero Emilia—was undeniably effective.
Count Melrn donned simple clothes and shoes, following Mona out into the corridor without complaint.
In his bedroom, Emilia—exhausted from endless orgasms and sleeping soundly naked—was left alone under the warm covers, breathing softly....
* * *
Guided by Mona's magic, the mansion sprawled like a vast labyrinth, far larger than it appeared from outside. Without wandering its tangled passages, they arrived swiftly at their destination.
Opening the door revealed a dimly lit stone chamber, heavy with an ominous air.
At the center stood a massive stone altar, encircled by magical flames that roared eternally, never to be extinguished.
This was the Altar Room where Emilia had first been captured. Powerless then, she'd been stripped of her gear and dragged away by Count Melrn.
It had been just a day or two ago, yet Mona felt a strange nostalgia.
—Back then, Lia was so lovable and cute~....
"Preparations?"
"Of course, all set, Master."
Mona whispered in the demon tongue toward the altar, and suddenly the encircling flames flickered wildly, a bizarre shift rippling through the air.
Bwoooong.
A strange wind stirred in the sealed room, the altar's eerie aura swelling in an instant.
Then, thump, thump.
The entire chamber pulsed like a living thing, throbbing and writhing.
The room's myriad spells visualized, ghostly lines of eerie, ecstatic light racing across, highlighting the central altar.
Amid that bewitching fog and glowing lines, Mona drew something from a small pouch she cherished.
A gem of dense, light-devouring hue, half the size of her palm. She placed it atop the grand altar and continued her incantation.
"【■■■■■■】."
⟨ Demon Chant ⟩
Devro Melrn had only shallow knowledge of the language Mona used; he couldn't fluently comprehend it. But as her contractor, he could grasp her words' meaning, whether he liked it or not.
It was a special incantation, a hymn praising some entity. Like singing to a god, or cursing the world. Mocking divinity, or praying for peace.
Such an incantation.
As the lengthy chant ended, the yin energy around the altar intensified beyond before. Through the dark fog, the lithe Count Melrn stepped forward with a tap.
"...All prepared."
With a "here," Mona extended her delicate hand, pointing ceremoniously at it.
What had been a solidly crystallized gem on the altar had, through her spell, become a grotesque, throbbing mass.
Like raw meat, veins bulging as if pleading its life, Count Melrn picked it up casually.
And without pause, shoved it into his mouth.
Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch munch munch munch munch crack grind crunch munch snap snap snap snap snap snap snap snap.
Chewing the writhing, living thing mechanically, over and over.
Once it thrashed enough in his mouth, he swallowed it in one gulp.
It slid down his throat like mere meat, toward his stomach—then melted away midway.
The horrific, hot, vital sensation lingered in his mouth. Yet his stomach felt oddly empty afterward—a profoundly strange sensation.
"...All eaten."
"Here, something to cleanse your palate."
Mona had already proffered a transparent glass, filled with swirling red liquid. Simple wine, laced only with a bit of her blood and a special fluid to aid absorption.
Count Melrn took it without refusal, gulping it down.
Wine dribbled from his lips—an undignified sight for nobility—but no one here would frown at it.
Mona murmured softly. The nineteenth, she said.
Nineteenth piece.
Nineteenth fragment.
—The shattered Maou's Egg, its nineteenth fragment. That was what Count Melrn had consumed.
"...How many left?"
"Nineteen out of twenty-eight fragments absorbed."
"...Hmph."
No thrill from this one, nor from the nine more to come. The Maou's Egg. The mighty demonic core destroyed and sealed by Edgar Edenberts, Emilia's father and the previous Hero.
Over years, they had gathered every piece—and he would consume them all.
That was their contract, the reason a mere human like Count Melrn could empower and command Mona.
After the first and eighth fragments, he'd vividly felt the changes in his body. Each ingestion sharpened the dissonance and transformation.
He couldn't yet predict his form after the rest. He could guess, and Mona offered explanations if desired, but he'd refused.
—No matter what, Emilia is mine. With that assurance, the rest didn't matter.
* * *
Even after the vital ritual, Count Melrn felt no emptiness, no tension or excitement—just utter indifference as he wrapped up another day.
...Emotionally, yes.
"...Hm."
Beneath his light attire, blood surged to his lower half, his member hardening rigidly, threatening to tear his pants.
It happened every time he ate a fragment. The explanation: undigested, potent yin energy.
Unfortunately, Emilia had passed out. No outlet there.
Besides, in this state, he turned savage... He didn't want to treat his beloved Emilia like a beast, driven only by raw lust.
Thus,
"So, Master... Shall we use me today too?"
No need to agonize. A convenient option stood right before him.
He, overwhelmed by bursting desire; she, his self-proclaimed convenient meat toilet, ready anytime.
Mona, proudly his handy flesh toilet, loosened her high-exposure lewd ritual garb, hiking her skirt to bare her panty-less slutty pussy.
Influenced by the ritual's yin, soaked in arousal, her female juices dripping uncontrollably... She flashed a seductive smile at Count Melrn, her face flushed.
