Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: In the Mansion's Backyard (1)
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I was now in the mansion's backyard with Chloe.
This place was called a backyard, but its scale was beyond imagination—it was practically a park.
"Haa... This seems like a good spot to talk quietly, Lord Julian. Hng..."
Chloe let out a heated breath. The two of us had slipped into a secluded spot completely hidden by overgrown shrubs and grass.
In other words, it was an enclosed space where no one from outside could see us. And right now, Chloe was inexplicably flushed all on her own.
'She's been like this ever since we left the banquet hall and shared that wine.'
I glanced at Chloe. Her soft silver hair, like lustrous pearls, had been neatly tied up high today, accentuating her long, alluring locks.
It exuded elegance, with stray strands framing her face to add a touch of feminine charm. On the way here, she'd taken off the coat she'd been wearing.
Beneath it was a luxurious white-toned party dress befitting the banquet's host.
A provocative design that boldly exposed her upper chest, shoulders, and collarbone. The outfit alone stirred the senses, but her bewitching red eyes held a strange, moist gleam.
Her pale face seemed to crave something. Those gem-like, dewy crimson eyes possessed a mesmerizing beauty akin to a vampire's—inhumanly captivating.
Undeniably dizzyingly dangerous. But any man would be ensnared by Chloe's allure.
I tested the waters casually.
"If you've brought me to such a secluded spot, it must be more than idle chatter."
I spoke calmly. Unless I was impotent, there was no mistaking Chloe's blatant seduction.
But thanks to the window I'd pulled up via the system, I maintained my composure.
「Checking activated passives.」
* Immunity to All Poisons
Grants immunity to all poisons. Poison understanding effect allows detection of poison-related status ailments.
* List of active status ailments
: Impotence Potion (Instantly detoxified)
: Alcohol (Detoxification level adjustable per user's will.)
I checked the alert window and felt a twinge of surprise.
Chloe had clearly done something to me. The presence of alcohol alongside it meant she'd spiked the wine.
'But an impotence potion? How unique. Not even an erectile dysfunction treatment.'
True to its name, it was meant to deliberately prevent my erection. Yet here she was, openly seducing me right in front of my eyes.
I saw through her intent immediately.
'She wanted to make me look like a pathetic fool who can't even get hard in front of a woman.'
We were on the verge of fooling around alone in this enclosed space. But if the infamous rogue, Count Julian—that is, me—failed to get it up right before the act...
'It'd be utter humiliation.'
Moreover, I was barely past coming of age, when erections strike at any moment. And Chloe, personality aside, was a beauty who could turn any man's head.
So if things fell apart between us, the clear blame would fall on me.
Even a healthy young man could suffer psychogenic impotence. But if that were the case, it'd still be humiliating in front of Chloe.
I was the princess's fiancé, so Chloe wouldn't go blabbing about my impotence. But if it stayed just between us, that changed things.
'Chloe and I have to work as a pair on missions going forward.'
That meant she could use this impotence to seize the initiative. A cunning move worthy of the villainess lady and renowned alchemist.
But her opponent was me—that was Chloe's misfortune. I said,
"It's still quite chilly at night, yet this spot feels warm. Aren't you cold without your coat, Chloe?"
"Huu... I'm fine. For tonight's banquet... I scattered special mana stones that emit intense heat all over the backyard... Haa..."
"Your reaction suggests you're feeling the heat even more."
"A little... Haa... Maybe I am?"
As she spoke, Chloe tugged her dress top even lower. Not quite Princess Lillia's massive bust, but still impressively ample.
The faint glimpse of pink areola was obscenely enticing. She cast a more overt glance, her eyes drifting slightly downward.
Clearly checking my erection status.
But I'd come out wearing a thick nobleman's coat that covered my whole body—a long coat reaching down to my legs.
Even if my tyrant was impressively girthy, it wouldn't show easily.
'She might already think I've failed to get hard.'
Judging by the smugness on Chloe's face, I was right.
But my tyrant had long since awakened from slumber, merely hidden beneath the coat. Alone with a flushed beauty in this enclosed space, how could I not be erect?
"No more moans echoing over here—it's nice and quiet. Tsk. The capital's noble scions are more debauched than I thought."
Chloe responded with surprise at my words.
"You're surprisingly conservative, Lord Julian. But unlike the North, the capital doesn't cling so tightly to chastity."
"Is that so? The capital must be different."
"Of course. This place, Teria, was once called Lord Jedin's holy city before becoming the new capital. Lord Jedin is the god of light and fertility. Healthy sex here is practically blessed."
Confidence crept into her expression. She might have pegged me as a prude from my earlier comment.
"I see. But that's irrelevant to us right now. You're the lady of the Iterne Marquis house, famed for their merchant guild. You must have called me here personally for some lucrative deal involving our Border County, right?"
Chloe faltered for a moment at my words but quickly regained her poise.
"My, Lord Julian, you're every bit the Border Count heir—always thinking of your territory. But tonight's a joyous banquet. You can set those worries aside for a bit."
With that, she pressed even closer to my side. A rich perfume wafted over me, dizzyingly urban and intoxicating.
"As I said, the capital is a city of fertility. For its noble scions, sex is just a game—like what we saw on the way here. If unwanted pregnancy worries you, there's always Medica's potions."
Her finger trailed lightly onto my thigh. We sat side by side on the grass, legs extended.
I could see her repeatedly eyeing beneath my coat.
"Shameless. In Essenmont, we'd call that vulgar."
"But this is the capital. A one-night fling is no big deal to anyone... Haa... By now, you get my point, don't you, Lord Julian? Right? Haa..."
Then Chloe added,
"Surely the renowned stud of Essenmont isn't... incapable of performing like a man. Haa... Or am I not appealing enough?"
Chloe boldly slipped her hand between my legs.
"Hng... Even here, you're so heated up... Eh?"
Silence fell in that instant. She probably couldn't tell properly over the thick, long coat.
But beneath it, my sleeping dragon had awakened and coiled ferociously.
"W-Why... This can't... This shouldn't be?"
Chloe panicked at the utterly unexpected result. It must have hit harder for someone so meticulous.
As if in disbelief, she unbuttoned below my coat, hastily yanked down my pants, and without hesitation, pulled down my underwear too.
Splurt—
My tyrant erected a towering spire into the air. My cock was unmistakably fully erect.
"H-How... What is this...?"
The fearsome Chloe, face close to my cock in bewilderment—it was pathetically adorable.
But feigning anger, I bellowed at her in a wrathful tone.
"Lady of House Iterne. What do you think you're doing to me? What insolence is this?"
Chloe's already pale face drained of even more color.
A clear victory for me. She'd even fed me that bizarre impotence potion to humiliate me.
But my erection was overflowing, soaring to the heavens.
On top of that, she'd dared lay hands on the heir of a grand duke's body—an act of rudeness.
"J-Just now..."
"Yanking a man's pants down without hesitation—like a bitch in heat. Utterly depraved for a marquis's lady. You slut."
"T-That's not..."
She was trapped, advance or retreat impossible. Her plan to seize momentum before our paired missions had gone up in smoke.
But Chloe wasn't one to yield easily. After a brief cold expression, she seemed to devise an exit strategy.
"Huu... These days, capital ladies see aggressive pursuit in relationships as a virtue. In upholding noble customs, I was rude to you, my lord. You're still unfamiliar with the capital's culture, after all."
She deftly reframed it as trendy capital noble culture.
Denying it would paint me as an out-of-touch northern bumpkin.
But I had no intention of yielding either.
"Insolent words. But aren't you from the central continent, not the capital? We both came to the capital last year as students learning the culture—same boat."
In short, neither of us was a true local—we were both transplants. Chloe couldn't counter that.
"Besides, I know all about the capital's wholesome sexual customs. I just have no desire to bring it up casually with a woman like you."
Julian had partied lewdly with Fabian's crew, so it wasn't a lie. Then I drove the wedge home.
"And merchants are all bluster by nature. Your eyes don't scream 'seasoned noble playgirl.' Those moaning noble ladies over there are probably better at it than you."
Just then, moans echoed from the far end of the garden. Some noble lady was getting loud nearby.
And I was certain.
'Hit the mark.'
Chloe was subtly avoiding my gaze—or rather, my cock. Sure, it might be shock at the size, but...
From her clumsy demeanor, I intuited she was a virgin. With her lofty pride as the villainess lady, she wouldn't have let just any man have her.
"N-No, that's not true. I've lived in the capital for guild business even before Pantheon. Games like that are..."
"Tsk. Whatever. I'm not some cheap gigolo to indulge your lust on a whim. You pulled it out, so fix it. I thought you had important guild business, but you've just killed my interest."
A blatant rejection of sex. A declaration that she didn't turn me on as a woman one bit.
With my successive provocations failing, Chloe's eyes now showed genuine panic.
She just stared openly at my cock, breathing raggedly.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and put my pants back."
I watched her reaction. I didn't know why she was so aroused, but her pride wouldn't let her back down like this.
'I need to hammer home that I'm utterly uninterested in Chloe. Then she'll come charging instead.'
In other words, I'd maintain the dominant position. As expected. Ignoring me, Chloe flicked her tongue toward my shaft.
Chloe couldn't believe it. This wasn't some dubious potion from a backwater quack.
Genius alchemist Chloe. She'd made the impotence potion herself.
'It should've prevented erections for at least three days.'
But it hadn't affected the count at all. His member stood perfectly erect, far too imposingly.
Sure, some men stayed large even soft, but...
Anyone could see the count's massive tool was fully hard.
'And why is it so huge? Are all men supposed to be this big?'
No way. She'd had plenty of sex ed from books. Even without experience, she knew that wasn't normal.
She should've gained some experience beforehand. Staring at that cock, her virgin self couldn't stay calm. An absurdly vicious size.
And the aphrodisiac she'd made was too potent—even the cool-headed Chloe was burning up.
'Better to drug them... makes seducing men easier. But now it's backfiring. Damn it.'
Men fell for her looks alone, no touch needed. If not, dosing them to show her overflowing allure worked on even the most upstanding ones.
'I could always control my own lust. I'd dose just enough to flush my cheeks and quicken my breath.'
Once she stole the man that way, interest vanished. So she'd never had sex, not even held a man's hand.
But this count was different. Erect as a rock, yet his face showed no surrender. As if insisting this erection was mere healthy reflex, devoid of desire for her.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry and put my pants back."
That expression confirmed it. He truly didn't see Chloe as a woman. And now, she was the one aflame.
'What do I do... Ever since seeing that thing, I feel weird. I dosed the aphrodisiac perfectly.'
Even her top-tier creation had always let her restrain her lust before. But now was different. The moment she saw the count's monstrosity, her heart pounded like mad.
Her mind reeled.
Was it the aphrodisiac? The wine's buzz? In the end, Chloe unwittingly pressed her lips to the count's massive shaft.
"Churu... Chup... Chup..."
"What are you doing, Chloe?!"
Chloe snapped to at the count's shout.
'Am I insane? What am I doing?'
But anger surged. She'd offered her precious lips, yet Count Julian remained coldly nonchalant.
Defiance flared. She'd shatter that incomprehensible composure and turn him into a panting mutt.
Chloe engulfed the count's glans in her mouth with a swoop.