30. Negotiation with Chloe (3)
“What the hell are you doing, Chloe! Are you out of your mind?”
I had been desperately hoping for a situation like this. But rudeness was rudeness. I scolded Chloe in a voice thick with fury.
“Oh my... There's no need to be embarrassed, Lord Yulian. I'm not trying to do anything strange at all... haah...”
My tyrant had sprung free from my panties. Truth be told, just seeing Chloe in her underwear had gotten me excited long ago.
And now, Chloe was completely naked, her lewd juices flowing freely. It was no easy task to hold back my erection at the sight of her voluptuous form.
So I channeled mana into my Mana Road to barely suppress it. That's when Chloe grasped my semi-erect cock in her hand.
“In this floppy state... you can't use it as a long, hard... drawing tool... slurp...”
Chloe seemed oblivious to my angry voice. Without a hint of hesitation, she took my cock into her mouth.
Perfect. This meant that despite my protests, Chloe had pounced on me first—again.
Now I had another debt owed to her.
Chloe engulfed my cock completely. Her demonic crimson lips glistened as they parted, and the sticky dance of her tongue enveloped the glans.
She's incredibly aroused, it seems.
Even if the aphrodisiac she'd made was potent, with her divine power, she should have been able to suppress its effects to some degree.
Which meant her current reaction went far beyond the drug's influence—a state of utter ecstasy. I pondered the reason for a moment.
Semi-nude in just her underwear. Forced into all sorts of lewd poses while I ogled her shamelessly. And then seeing that tentacle ravishment painting—it must have pushed her lust to its peak.
No wonder she's heating up like a bitch in heat.
A true masochistic noblewoman, through and through. Yet it was astonishing that she'd kept her virginity intact despite such a lascivious body.
It must mean her pride outweighed her desires. She wouldn't yield her body to just anyone—only a man of my caliber.
“Schlurp... coming... huff... slurrrp...”
Chloe didn't let up on the fellatio. Even without a full erection, my massive shaft was impressive. Now she slipped it between her ample breasts, delivering a paizuri alongside her sucking.
The soft, tofu-like give of her fat and the wet schlop schlop sounds drove me mad, but I clung to my reason and spoke.
“You lewd bitch. Pulling off my panties out of nowhere. Your head's filled with nothing but cock, you filthy slut. And you're the noble daughter of the esteemed Aiterne Marquisate... pulling off such shameless acts!”
“What are you saying? That's absolutely not it... I'm a pure body who's only ever been with you, Lord Yulian... You saw it yourself, didn't you?”
She had a point. Chloe's virginity and her first kiss—both taken by me.
“Haah... So this is just... terribly expensive assistance for your artistic endeavors... slurp... schlurp... heut... I'm doing this with the purest intentions... smack... lick...”
Even under my abuse, she showed no sign of releasing my cock from her mouth. Shamelessly spinning excuses all the while—that was Chloe to a tee.
That was enough. I undid the leash on my tyrant. My cock swelled with ferocious vigor.
“Haah... so good... delicious... erect cock... hard cock... lick... slurrrp... suck...”
At the sight of my fully erect member, ecstasy clouded Chloe's crimson eyes. My earlier verbal lashing and the proud stance of my shaft had aroused her even more.
But now that she'd finally coaxed my tyrant to full mast, she spoke in that brazen tone again.
“Your splendid pencil... no, art tool is complete. Shall we finish the painting now? Ha-ut... Use my body... as your canvas... It's all to aid your artistic pursuits... with utterly pure motives... haang...”
She spouted absurd sophistry to justify her actions.
“With your long, hard... art tool... cover my blank-white skin... with your thick, sticky white paint... ah-ut...”
Basically begging me to splatter her body with cum. I gave Chloe a light shove. My cock slipped free from her breasts with a pop.
“Hmph. Fine, I get it. Let's give it a try, as you say.”
“Haah... yes... as expected of the wise Lord Yulian... ♡”
I laid the wildly aroused noblewoman on the sofa.
Yulian von Reinhardt's private atelier.
Chloe had just discovered a raw gem named Cecilia in Endia Hall. And unexpectedly, she'd heard Yulian von Reinhardt's name there.
Without a backward glance, she'd rushed here. The patronage negotiations with the count began soon after.
But for some reason, Yulian was far too skilled at bargaining. He picked apart every toxic clause she'd planted—no, even the mildly tricky ones—without missing a beat.
How did he spot every single one?
It was as if he perched atop her head. He never relinquished control of the negotiations for a second.
His logical arguments left her defeated in the end. She had no choice but to concede to his demands.
Of course, Cecilia's potential was so immense that it wouldn't truly harm the Aiterne Merchant Group.
Still, it's infuriating...!!
Yulian was just a swordsman, not even a merchant. Losing to him in a negotiation burned Chloe up.
Yet at the same time, his skillful display made her secret place grow wet.
This is weird... Normally, being humiliated like this would fill me with murderous rage... Why does my body tingle even more?
That's right. Against this count, Chloe felt sexual sensations she'd never imagined—ones being awakened within her. It had started last time.
After classes began, the vicious verbal abuse in front of the carriage. Then the mansion banquet and the mission in Neuber territory.
This arrogant count had dared treat her—noble and beautiful—with utter disdain, like some lowly thing.
But... I love it... Being dominated by him feels so good... ♡
It was a contradiction even Chloe couldn't explain. Utterly impossible for her prideful self. If she rationalized it as best she could...
He was probably one of the rare men she'd subconsciously acknowledged.
Wilhelm Margrave rivaled royalty—no, surpassed the empire's elite in status and presence.
Yulian was that grand duke's sole heir, a position of immense prestige. And his swordsmanship suited Pantheon's golden wings perfectly—she'd confirmed it herself.
And he'd cleverly hidden that skill with political savvy all this time. Pretending to be a wastrel.
Last year's utter wastrel act had easily dodged the other nobles' scrutiny.
And now? He'd shown masterful negotiation skills even against a seasoned merchant like her. A man of such value... she coveted him fiercely.
So even when he heaped shame and humiliation on her, it only soaked her secret folds with wicked pleasure.
Her latent masochism had awakened.
When he made me pose lewdly in just my underwear... I nearly lost my mind...
She'd slipped a potent aphrodisiac into his teacup. She expected him to rip off her clothes and ravish her on the spot.
But unexpectedly, Yulian kept his composure and tried to paint her semi-nude form.
He was surely ogling her with lewd eyes, heightening his pleasure. No ordinary man could maintain reason that far. Or so she thought.
How much of a pervert is he... Haah... Though I loved it...
But the result he'd created shocked her again. She'd heard his artistic skills as a painter were utter trash... yet they weren't bad at all.
As a merchant, Chloe's eye for aesthetics was sharp. No doubt about it.
And that shocking tentacle ravishment painting. The moment she saw it, she could hold back no longer. Even suppressing the aphrodisiac with divine power, her body twisted in unbearable ecstasy.
Like those tentacles he drew... I want to be ravished so badly... Haah...
She couldn't cling to reason anymore. She flung off her irritating underwear.
But with her last shreds of willpower, she framed this self-initiated pounce as "artistic activity." And it worked.
Yulian laid her on the sofa. And now he aimed that beautiful—no, monstrous—erect cock at her.
Haah... yes... Rub that cock all over my body... make him cum buckets. Then it's my perfect victory.
It was all "art" by her words. The limit was using her body as canvas for his semen paint.
If he couldn't hold back and shoved his cock inside her pussy...
Then he'd be the one ravishing her. No more concessions on Cecilia's contract. And Chloe's lust would be sated by his massive shaft.
So I need to arouse him more—make him pounce first.
Even in her heated state, Chloe's cool reason pieced it together. And she spoke.
“Lord Yulian... Won't you hurry and draw on my body... with that long pillar of flesh pencil?”
“Understood. I'll do just that.”
Finally, the long shaft touched Chloe's pristine white breasts—and the tip of her nipple.
“Hyaang!!”
Chloe let out an adorably cute cry. I'd granted her wish. I'd pressed my long, hard tool against her breasts.
The ticklish, delicate pleasure teasing her nipple tip left her dazed for a moment. But she quickly snapped back and cried out in bewilderment.
“Ha-ut?! Lord Yulian? This... this isn't your cock!”
Correct. The rod prodding Chloe wasn't my tyrant. I'd grabbed a paintbrush rolling around the atelier and teased her nipple with it.
“No matter how long and hard a cock is, using it as a drawing tool seems a bit off. So I fetched a proper one.”
To keep her from recovering, I hurriedly worked the brush. As expected of Yulian's prepared tools.
Its bristles were flawless, gathered neatly at the tip. Made of microfiber, the texture was incredibly soft.
I teased her heated body relentlessly with the luxurious brush. Once more, I gently stroked her nipple tip.
“Hik?! Th-there... like that!!!”
Her breasts were so plump, both hands barely covered them. Even lying on the sofa, their peach-like shape held firm.
And at their center, those enticing pink nipples.
What should have been soft was now rigidly erect. The brush bristles tormented it without mercy.
“Kyaang...!! No...!! Not there like that...!!”
Chloe writhed wildly. Just this teasing arched her back like a drawn bow.
“You pathetic slut! If you squirm like that, how am I supposed to paint?!”
I scolded her harshly in an angry tone. Chloe rubbed her thighs together frantically. My abuse had coaxed out more love juices, it seemed.
And the pleasure from the brush was no joke—she felt ecstasy yet kept pushing it away.
“This won't do. At this rate, we'll waste time without getting any work done.”
I fetched the towel that had covered her body earlier. Pinning her two resisting hands upward, I bound them tightly with it.
“Ha-ut?! Lord Yulian... suddenly like this! It hurts!”
But Chloe's body was brutally honest. Bound, her silver-haired, crimson-eyed face flushed with even greater bliss. I worked the brush more furiously in that state.
“Aang...!! Ha-ut... ♡ Hik!! Ng-eut... Hi-ut... Uwaang...!!”
Not just the nipples. Earlobes, nape, sides. Even her clitoris. I meticulously mapped every erogenous zone on Chloe's body with the brush.
Her overflowing juices pooled in the tight Y-shaped valley of her clenched thighs, forming a little spring.
“No... nooo...!! It feels... ah-ut... ah... aang... I'm gonna... cum!! Stop!!”
As if I'd let her off. I targeted her clitoris with the brush. Chloe, lost in ravishment's pleasure, was on the verge of squirting uncontrollably.
And at this rate, she'd beg me to fuck her first. No doubt about it.