Becoming Honest with Desire Makes the Womb Happy (5)
With a wet schlop as viscous fluids brushed against each other, Count Melrn's cock slipped out of Emilia's precious slit. Emilia lay sprawled on the table, covered with soft cloth, her body trembling faintly. Her eyes, still glazed over in hypnosis, wandered aimlessly through the air. At least her consciousness hadn't vanished entirely—that was a small mercy. Even under Mona's spell, she was the hero chosen by the Hero's Blessing. Give her a little time, and she'd recover and rise in no time.
...This wasn't the plan...
From between Emilia's thighs, the fresh load Count Melrn had just pumped into her trickled out in a steady drip. Staring at it, the count thought with a now-cooler head.
Originally, he'd summoned Emilia here for an important discussion. A man who knew how to separate work from pleasure wouldn't have planned to ravage her in his office, of all places.
Something's... off.
Emilia was at fault, to be sure. She was just too lovable. Maybe it was withdrawal after holding that damnable princess in his arms last night. Anyway, seeing Emilia had made him want to get closer. Once close, he'd craved a kiss. After the kiss, he'd wanted to slip his tongue in, grope her ass, strip her bare... and ultimately, he'd ended up violating her precious hole, stabbing her womb, and creampieing her raw, just like now.
Was I always this impulsive?
To be precise, Count Melrn was a calculating man. He wasn't emotionless, but from childhood, he'd learned to recognize and control his feelings. He didn't blindly restrain himself, but he wasn't some horny mutt scattering impulses everywhere, either.
"......"
Count Melrn was profoundly rational. Even if he erred, he could reflect and judge objectively. Still drinking in Emilia's alluring, lewd form—the one that stirred hearts and minds—he pondered slowly.
What had swept him into impulse? What had pushed him? Was it truly his own will? Was that really just his impulse?
Considering what could alter his inner self, several suspects came to mind. Ingesting the Maou's Egg Fragment. Staying up all night without sleep...
Many factors, but he quickly dismissed the others. His gaze shifted from Emilia on the desk to something even lower.
Slurp... Suck...
"Nngh~♡ Master's... cum...♡"
At some point, Mona had circled around from across the desk and latched onto Count Melrn's cock, sucking the glans with eager smacks. Like she was determined to drain every last drop from his urethra. With a blissful face, she lapped and slurped his cock juices.
...This bitch, did she do something?
Count Melrn shot her a suspicious glance, but Mona looked up innocently, as if clueless why. A pure, guileless expression that knew no lies. He knew it was the devil's mask.
If he asked, she'd answer—their contract demanded it. But she wouldn't necessarily tell the full truth. If he ordered no lies, she'd comply, but she'd omit key parts, twist words to confuse.
You couldn't let a demon speak. Mixing words with demons was dangerous. Probing for truth might ensnare you instead.
Even bound by master-servant contract, their bond was far more tangled, sticky, and sordid.
"Hng...?"
As Count Melrn debated interrogating her, Mona finished cleaning his cock and moved to Emilia's crotch. She lapped up the spilled cum and juices from the desk, then delved into her lewd, shameful slit with relish. Smack smack, sucking the dripping semen like nectar. Once she'd drained enough from her pussy, she gently nipped Emilia's clit with her lips, giving it a light suckle. Emilia, eyes still hazy, shivered in delight at the sweet sensation...
* * *
"N...ngh..."
Blinking awake, Emilia found herself in Count Melrn's office. She sat in the guest chair, the count at his desk in his usual spot. Mona, in maid attire, stood politely beside her.
"Lady Emilia, you're awake?"
No need to pretend with people who knew her well, yet Mona asked politely for some reason. Frowning, Emilia averted her gaze.
Something... happened.
Just now... something...
A faint unease lingered in her lower belly. Her body felt slightly sticky. But her clothes were intact, and the count coldly scribbled on documents, as if nothing occurred. The vague memories seemed like a dream. Maybe it was. Hard to say what was real.
...What the hell.
She couldn't tell what she'd endured. Asking might earn a "You okay?"—scary. But something definitely happened.
Why? Like he'd leave me alone while I slept.
He'd declared his obsession openly. Losing consciousness briefly in front of such a man, with hazy memories? Definitely violated. Suspicion justified.
Not that I'll confront him.
Already his captive, she couldn't complain whatever he did. Raped countless times already. Whining about a memory lapse was laughable. A bit icky, but she'd let it slide. Not numbness—dwelling seemed harmful.
"...Count Melrn, why'd you call me here?"
"......"
Noticing her awake, yet focused on papers, Count Melrn finally paused his pen and looked up. His eyes seemed mildly surprised.
"What's with that look."
"...Just unexpected as your first question."
"What? Hoping I'd bitch? Want me to? Gonna get scolded?"
"......Truly hero material. My love's impudence is hero-tier."
"What're you on about? Crazy? Knew it."
Emilia snapped irritably, and Count Melrn chuckled dryly. Annoyed, her delicate brows furrowed prettily.
This fucking bastard. Obviously pulled some sleazy shit, and since she didn't pry, now he treats her like a clown? Smash his face. Kill him.
...Can't kill even if I want. Would've shredded him a hundred times by now...
Sighing ruefully, Emilia said,
"Whatever. Spit it out. Don't wanna see your mug longer."
"Then I'll take my time. After these papers. Stare nicely till then."
"I'm out."
"Mona, grab her."
"You can't go, Lady Emilia."
"Fuck off! Let gooo~!!!!"
Hero or not, powerless against Mona's grip, Emilia slumped back defeated. Face flushed, glaring, Count Melrn leisurely read documents, twirling his pen theatrically, joyfully. His smug expression and gestures boiled her blood just watching.
"......Joking aside."
After flipping through a few sheets, he finally looked her way again. In that brief time, Emilia's patience maxed—face red, rage gauge full, on the verge of mutation. She barely calmed. If he'd finished all papers as declared? Who knows.
Anyway, he shoved the paper mountain aside, placing something from a drawer on the desk.
Across the desk, Emilia saw it clearly.
......That's...!
Her eyes widened. A letter, torn open, but the wax seal's emblem unmistakable.
How could she miss it? The imperial family's—the emperor's seal.
Imperial Invitation
His Imperial Majesty's Birthday Banquet
"An invitation to the palace, Emilia. The emperor's birthday party."
She wished she'd misseen it. Still confused why show her, she glared as he teased with a pause. His next words made her vision blacken.
"My love. You'll attend with me. Telling you ahead."
"Emilia—as my partner, join me there."