If You're Honest with Your Desires, Your Womb Will Be Happy (1)
Knock knock—
"Come in."
In his office, the Melrn Count—still fresh despite pulling an all-nighter—addressed the door as the knock echoed through the room. The door swung open, and in walked Mona, looking every inch the perfect maid from head to toe, her demeanor impeccably polite. Trailing just behind her came Emilia.
"Oh, Emilia. I was starting to think you'd keep me waiting forever. Mona, what took you so long?"
"My apologies, Master. Lady Emilia got lost in the mansion."
"I see, I see. Well, can't be helped then. What a cute little tomboy she is."
At the Count's words, Emilia—who stood awkwardly off to Mona's diagonal rear—clicked her tongue with a loud "Tch!". Unlike her disheveled state in the study earlier, she was now freshly bathed and dressed in a clean new gown.
"...You look like you're in good condition today, Melrn Count? You seemed off yesterday."
"Oh, are you worried about me, Emilia? Yeah, I'm feeling much better compared to yesterday. With my love's concern, I could conquer any illness."
"Bullshit."
She muttered curses like "drop dead" or "too bad you're feeling better," but the Count just grinned infuriatingly, utterly unfazed. With eyes whose alertness was impossible to gauge, he gazed at Emilia intently—from her head to her toes, with the tender look one reserves for a beloved lover.
Emilia shivered under that stare, instinctively covering herself and stepping back, but Mona grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stand squarely before the Count.
"...How rude. Don't look at me like that, you trash."
"You're the only one who can call a count 'trash' to his face. I forgive you."
"Trash, trash, trash, you worm!"
"My love. Even that face of yours, hurling insults and abuse... it's too adorable...!"
Emilia let out a small squeak of horror. This was serious. Bad news. He wasn't right in the head.
If only she knew even harsher insults—unfortunately, Emilia, who had always traveled solo as an adventurer, didn't know anything beyond this level of abuse.
Ugh... come on, something harsher... some real filthy curses...
"Well, putting aside my enjoyment of my love... let's get to the main point. I called you here for something important."
As Emilia desperately racked her brain for the perfect insult, the Count brushed off her efforts without a care, rising from his seat and approaching with heavy footsteps.
"I really need to talk about something... important..."
His narrowed eyes looked down at her face. He cupped her chin with his hand, tilting it up for a better view, and though Emilia scowled in disgust, she let him do as he pleased. Her delicate, pretty features—slightly furrowed in anger and contempt—filled his vision.
"Something... important..."
He had summoned her here for a very important discussion. The lewd energy that had driven him wild yesterday should have been fully sated by Head Maid Hilde's tireless service, sparing no effort for her master's body.
Yet here he was again, gripped by a surging desire on the verge of explosion—not from something like the Maou's Egg, but purely from his own insatiable lust.
"Something... important... I need to..."
"...?"
Hero Emilia tilted her head up at him, puzzled by his repetition of the same phrase. What was he playing at? Why keep mumbling the same thing? What important talk did he have? She was about to snap in irritation at his sudden blank stare—refusing to voice her actual curiosity—when his face drew close, and their lips met in a kiss. Her annoyance evaporated in an instant.
Chup... chup... chup...
His other arm slipped around her back, pulling her into a gentle embrace. And then the kiss began. Soft, tender, it stretched on sweetly.
"Mm... nngh...!"
Emilia seemed to resist for a moment, but soon she was pressing into the kiss herself, clinging desperately. Her mind grew foggy. Hazy. Just from his kiss, a sweet mist clouded her thoughts. Her legs trembled. Moisture gathered between her thighs, faintly soaking the fresh panties she'd just put on.
Ugh... this... horny mutt of a man... haa... nngh...!
The kiss continued. Continued. With each deepening exchange, Emilia's mind melted sweeter still. Her body, cursed with lewd sorcery, ignited into uncontrollable arousal from mere contact with the Count.
* * *
Oh my, at this rate, there's no point in having dressed her up all fresh.
Mona, in her maid attire, watched the pair with a bemused gaze—the Count launching into a passionate kiss without warning, and Emilia melting into his arms, accepting it fully. Their love must run deep, to flaunt such affection in broad daylight, heedless of prying eyes...
Heh heh. Still, this is more fun. Watching humans true to their desires is always a delight.
It was in a succubus's nature. Humans faithful to their lusts brought joy; observing those drowned in desire filled her with inexplicable satisfaction. Emotion over reason. Impulse over restraint. That was precisely why, just moments ago in the study, she'd made that suggestion to Emilia—
Heh heh, shall I make it even more enjoyable~♪
Mona's eyes narrowed in pleasure as she glided silently behind Emilia, pressing close to the girl cradled in the Count's arms. She covered Emilia's eyes with her hand and whispered into her ear.
"―――――――"
Emilia's eyes, now covered by Mona's hand, lost focus in an instant, glazing over as if melting away. A fog descended, sweeping away the remnants of her rationality like dregs. Now, Emilia was reduced to a beast, utterly honest with her desires.
Mona whispered further into her ear, guiding her on how to savor this moment—how to feel even better pleasure. Meanwhile, her hands carefully began stripping away Emilia's dress and undergarments...
* * *
At first, only contempt and irritation welled up inside her.
What kind of horny dog is he?
Rudely tilting my face up, claiming some 'important talk' only to suddenly kiss me.
Doing this again? Can't he pick the time and place? Emilia grumbled inwardly, seething with deep frustration. No matter how much she despised it, this body couldn't refuse him outright—she had no choice but to submit meekly.
——Just think of it as getting bit by a dog and let it slide.
...That had been her mindset moments ago. Without question.
Churp... churp... churp... chup... chup... chup...
F-F-FEELS... SO... G-G-GOODDDDDD!
This was weird. Strange. Bizarre. Eerie. With each kiss from the Count, each transfer of his warmth through their lips, waves of pleasure surged endlessly from deep within her body. A wistful bliss. An ecstatic sensation. Something happy unfurled through her mind and depths like a shwaaaa—, filling her entirely.
Her whole body felt light, as if floating; her feet seemed to tread on clouds, unsteady and ethereal.
M-Magic... it's the... spell... all because... of the spell...
Don't get swept away... don't... don't give in...!
Such resistance lasted only a fleeting moment. Then Mona's hand covered her eyes from behind, and her whisper slithered into Emilia's ear—the last vestiges of defiance melted away like wax.
『It's okay, Lia. You can be more honest.』
『From now on, Lia will be more honest with her desires.』
『Listen more closely to the voice of your heart...』
The voice in her ear dripped like honey, sweet and irresistible. Like a ship catching the perfect breeze, Emilia yielded effortlessly, confronting her desires head-on.
The kiss continued all the while—the Count's gentle, tender, yet masculine kiss went on.
Emilia hadn't even noticed when her clothes came off. Suddenly, she was naked, her fresh outfit discarded. The Count's hands kneaded her ass, savoring its plush give.
Kiss... kiss... amazing... such an incredible kiss... feels so good...
Ah... aaaah... yes... hands... can't stay still... my breasts... touch my breasts... grope them...
Emilia accepted his kiss and groping hands, while her own hands seized her breasts in a crushing grip, kneading them fiercely. She pinched her stiff nipples hard, twisting and tormenting them to the brink.
『That's right. Keep doing that.』
『Touch the spots that feel good. Keep touching them.』
『Swallowing saliva makes it feel even better... so much better...』
『Yes, Lia's womb is starting to feel so good... so, so good...』
Feels good. Feels good. Feels so good. She groped and pinched her blissful breasts and nipples even harder. Half-held in the Count's arms, she displayed her lewd spots brazenly, squeezing and stimulating them fiercely—while eagerly swallowing the saliva exchanged through their grinding lips and entwining tongues.
Everything as the voice commanded. She followed Mona's guidance obediently...
