The Fragment of Catastrophe Arrives with the Storm (1)
Having finished his thorough business, the Melrn Count withdrew his penis from Emilia's honey pot and gently lowered her body to the floor. Before setting her down, he used magic to remove his cloak and spread it across the balcony floor, seating her upon it. The fluids leaking from Emilia's slit soiled the cloak, but it was no issue at all—for the sake of his beloved Emilia.
Emilia sat there in a daze, her face flushed with ecstasy. Naked as she was, her exposed breasts jiggled and rose with every breath she took. The Count gazed down at her for a moment, admiring her form, then brought his still-dripping cock—semen oozing from the tip—to her vacant expression and shook off the thick, white fluid onto her beautiful face.
"Nngh... haa... so hot... so tasty...."
Emilia, lost in a stupor, scooped the semen from her delicate features with her fingers and slipped it into her mouth. The white liquid coated her red tongue, vanishing between her lips as she swallowed. From the slit below, a portion of the freshly deposited semen mixed with her love juices and trickled out.
She still seemed unsatisfied, her tongue flicking restlessly, her hips subtly swaying as if putting on a coquettish display. But the lust worms in her womb began to settle, satisfied at last. The feverish heat that had dominated her body gradually ebbed, and light returned to Emilia's eyes.
...Huh?
What... what did I just... do...?
"Did you enjoy it, my love?"
As if sensing Emilia beginning to regain her senses, the Melrn Count bowed politely before her and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, whispering softly.
A wave of intense self-loathing crashed over Emilia. She wanted nothing more than to bite her tongue and end it all right then and there.
Emilia tried to hurl herself off the balcony to her death, but even that desperate wish was denied her. Mona's spell ensured she remained under the Melrn Count's control, and he had strictly forbidden suicide.
To live on bearing this shame... Sucking off her enemy—the man who murdered her father—and begging for his seed like some whore.
'Ah, aaaaaah~~~~!!'
She wanted to stomp the floor and roll around in a tantrum, but with the Count dragging her back to the banquet hall by the hand, such antics were impossible.
She wished no one could see her like this. Yet Mona must have adjusted her magic again, because everyone in the hall recognized Emilia and the Count upon their return.
Emilia was stark naked, white semen and love juices dripping from her pussy, but apparently that was no concern—everyone seemed to see her in a glamorous, luxurious dress.
...Though that illusion only made it worse.
She's leaking fluids between her legs, and yet the nobles coo, "Oh my, oh my, how lovely!" praising her.
The sheer absurdity made her head throb.
'...The heat in my body hasn't fully subsided yet...'
While the lust worms raged, her reason had flown out the window—no shame, no humiliation, just desperate sucking. But now, with her senses returned and the worms dormant, she couldn't do the same.
The lingering yin energy they exuded still made her pussy throb insistently, inexplicable anxiety bubbling up... but she couldn't beg like before.
"Emilia, your face looks sour. Keep that pretty smile on. There."
The Count stroked her lips with his finger. Her expression brightened instantly, a dignified smile befitting a noble lady gracing her features.
Forced by his command, yet it looked utterly natural. Inside, her heart churned with anxiety, rage, and contempt in chaotic turmoil—but at least she didn't have to manage her expressions herself.
Relieved by that much, Emilia suddenly felt a strange sensation at her feet.
A prickling tingle creeping up her skin. The prearranged "signal" from Mona.
"...Excuse me for a moment."
"Hm? Where to?"
"...I've had a bit too much wine."
Emilia kept her smiling face, stroking her lower abdomen and lifting her wine glass. Anyone with half a brain would get the hint—she needed the restroom.
"You looked a little unsteady since the balcony."
"Indeed. If you'd pissed yourself there, it would've ruined my clothes."
"Making me naked and saying that with a straight face."
"True enough. Then I'll come along."
Emilia's lips stayed curved in a smile. But her eyes glared at the Count with undisguised contempt.
"...No need. Let me go alone."
"You might get lost."
"Am I a child? I can ask the servants. And if it's supervision you want—"
Despite her nudity, the one thing she was allowed—her shoes—tapped her feet. Her shadow lay there, Mona hidden within.
"This damn demon will watch me. That should be fine, right?"
"...Fair point."
The Count stroked his clean-shaven jaw, nodding as if convinced.
"Makes sense. With your body still in heat, you'd probably masturbate to calm down. Awkward if I'm waiting outside while you do it in the privy... No helping it."
"......"
He seemed to have some bizarre misunderstanding. Baffled by his incomprehensible logic, Emilia couldn't hold back her anger and stomped on his foot.
...But unable to harm him, it was just a light tap with the toe of her shoe—harmless despite her intent.
At any rate, she'd finally wrangled permission. Emilia slipped out of the banquet hall alone.
『Lia~ Lia~ Off to the privy? It's that way if you are~?』
"Shut up. You called me."
『Hee hee hee~♪』
At the eerie voice from her shadow, Emilia glanced around to ensure no one was near before whispering back.
Laughter like tinkling bells echoed from the shadow, and Mona popped out, hugging her.
"Ahhuu~ Being stuck in the shadow was so boring~!"
"Get off...! What if someone sees?!"
"It's fiiiine~ I've hidden us both with magic so no one can see."
A servant approaching from afar indeed passed without noticing them. But knowing sound might not be fully muffled, Emilia kept her voice low.
"Oh, and you can talk normally. I've got that covered too."
"...What?"
"Ahaha, Master said sound didn't need hiding earlier, so I didn't bother~ But now it's fine~."
...So the Count had deliberately let the sounds leak to toy with her. How her heart had pounded back then.
That trash of a man!
'...Tch. Not the time for complaints.'
No point dwelling on the past. Her mental "contempt tally" for the Count ticked up, but it was already overflowing— a few more points meant nothing.
More importantly...
"So, where to now?"
"I'll guide you~ Lia, this is your first time in the Imperial Palace, right~?"
The reason Emilia left the hall wasn't for a bathroom break, as she'd told the Count.
『Won't you make a contract with me, Lia?』
『Don't you want to know more? Don't you want to do something about this situation?』
It was Mona's prior proposal. Hearing there was crucial intel on the Count here in the palace, she'd created this opportunity to investigate.
It might take time, but she could play it off as "I got lost in the huge palace."
"Then let's go, Lia. Better move quick."
"...Right."
She still half-doubted this demon. But Mona was her only lifeline now, and demons were said to be strict about promises.
...So, keeping her guard up, Emilia followed obediently for now.
'Without my love by my side, I feel so empty.'
Devro Melrn, utterly smitten with the fallen hero Emilia, sipped fine wine in the banquet hall, savoring his loneliness.
To him, Emilia was the only special one. Everyone else—even nobles of high birth—were just potatoes or pumpkins.
He judged them by the absurd criterion of "Is it Emilia or not?"
Marquis, duke, princess, emperor—it all felt irrelevant.
'Pumpkin here, pumpkin there...'
He eyed a figure surrounded by people—likely some noble, given the crowd—but couldn't recall who. He could've dug through his mental database if needed, but why waste effort on non-Emilias? The Count gave up remembering.
As he waited impatiently for her return, nursing his wine...
"Well, if it isn't Count Melrn. All alone? Where's the hero?"
"Your Majesty."
The Count turned to the approaching emperor, bowing deeply.
The emperor, stroking his long, elegant beard, scanned the area as if searching for someone, peering around the Count.
He looked stately, his demeanor warmly paternal—like a father with his daughter.
But knowing the sordid desires coiled within, the Count suppressed a grimace.
