Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Night's Play After the Mission Ends (2)
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It was an unexpected move. Chloe's crimson lips brushed against mine.
'The penalty was clearly... to taste the body of the partner we desired.'
I could feel the soft texture of those lips. Soon, Chloe parted them, extending the tip of her tongue and slathering my lips with her thick saliva.
As a noble lady, she couldn't possibly be ignorant of what a kiss signified. Yet here she was, in the heat of the moment, unhesitatingly choosing my lips without a second thought.
'What a lewd one. To crave a kiss, of all things.'
She was willing to surrender her first kiss's purity—something even more precious to a noble lady than her chastity—for a single night of playful fun.
There was no reason for me to refuse.
As I stayed still, Chloe persistently probed at my lips with her tongue tip, trying to pry them open. It was somewhat endearing, so I kept my lips firmly shut, holding out. Chloe grew frantic.
"Huuu... My Lord Count... It's the penalty... the penalty... It doesn't... mean anything big... No need to overthink it... Chuup... Slurp..."
Emphasizing that it was just the game's penalty, she kept trying to invade beyond my lips. Even in the arms she wrapped around my neck, her impatience was palpable.
At that moment, I slowly parted my lips for her, as if bestowing a favor.
Her tongue darted in wildly. The saliva from it carried the sticky, sweet taste of ripe red fruit.
Then the scent of alcohol spread through my mouth.
"Hup... Hmmm..."
Chloe pressed on with an intense kiss, driving away the bitter tang in an instant. Her slick, viscous tongue wrapped relentlessly around mine.
Starting from the sides, it traced quick circles. Then it pulled back, only to press its tip firmly against mine.
This must have been Chloe's first kiss.
It felt a bit clumsy at first, as expected. Yet she adapted to deep kissing astonishingly fast, mimicking a seductress's tongue work in no time.
"Chuuup... Sslurp... Huurp..."
Responding gently to her fervent movements, I moved my tongue just a little—and she reacted explosively.
"Heup! Hmmm..."
Her lower body twitched wildly against my crotch.
It was different from kissing Lillia.
A virgin with no experience with men, yet her innate nature was utterly lascivious. It felt like this virgin had seized her chance and hurled herself into forbidden territory.
The impression was vivid: transforming in an instant from maiden to a bitch begging for pleasure. She offered her first kiss's purity to me without reservation.
"Huurp... Chuup... Chuuup..."
From our joined lips, drool kept spilling out.
It was a kiss so stimulating it could burn away my brain's senses in one go. With this intensity, I could go on for hours.
But I pushed Chloe's shoulders away, separating us. Viscous strands of saliva stretched from our tongue tips, drawing an arc.
Chloe's red eyes gleamed with disappointment. But I was firm.
"That should suffice for the penalty. Let's get back to the game."
I gave no sign that I'd enjoyed it. My raging erection was unavoidable, though.
Reluctantly, Chloe slid off me. She let out a deep breath and sat back beside me.
A mere short kiss wasn't enough to quell her surging lust; she pressed right up against me, caressing my thigh. With her remaining right hand, she handed me the deck of cards.
"Shall we... draw again, then?"
This time, 3 and 7. My 7 won. It was Chloe's turn for a penalty. I stood up and roughly laid her back on the sofa.
"Hyut! My Lord Count?"
Her eyes widened in surprise at the sudden roughness, but she quickly submitted.
She even lounged languidly on the sofa, casting a provocative gaze as if anticipating my next move.
'Oh? Fine, then. As you wish.'
I slipped down the straps of her nightdress. Pulling the top down to her waist exposed her pristine white upper body.
Flushed with alcohol and arousal, her body looked even more lascivious. At its center rose a pair of plump, luscious breasts.
I moved down to the foot of the sofa. My face approached her torso.
Then I took her left breast's erect nipple between my lips—the one protruding prominently at its peak.
"Heek!! Haht... Hng..."
Just like in the deep kiss moments ago. My tongue coiled wildly around her hardened nipple.
"Aht!! Kyaaht!!"
Her sensitivity must have been driven mad. She writhed uncontrollably from that simple tongue play.
But I showed no mercy. I gripped her other breast with my hand—not with the gentle touch from removing her nu-bra earlier.
Like milking her, I roughly squeezed her supple mound.
"Ow... It hurts... Ahhh... Eut... Aht... But... I like it... It hurts... but I like it... Hngg..."
As expected. Chloe took my brutish caresses as pleasure. Her moans quickened, fueled by her aroused lust.
Spurred on by her reactions, I kneaded her breasts relentlessly.
Rough enough to squeeze out a bottle if there'd been milk. My mouth and hands busily repeated the assault.
At the end of that frenzy, her waist arched sharply.
"Aak!! Haa... Haa... Ahhnggg..."
Then came the sound of air hissing from a balloon. Chloe had climaxed.
'Cumming from just breast play. What a truly lewd body.'
Seeing her like that, eyes glazed and breasts still exposed, made my cock swell even harder.
I took a deep breath to suppress the urge to thrust in. Once Chloe somewhat recovered, I had her hand me the cards again.
"Haa... Haa... Let's... keep playing the game..."
"Slurp— Chuup— Smooch—"
I lounged naked on the sofa, back relaxed. Between my spread legs,
kneeling Chloe had burrowed in and was eagerly sucking my cock.
'So proactive. She's really getting into this.'
This time, Chloe drew well. After lips, she wanted a new part of my body. Her choice: my cock.
"Chuuup... Slurp... Chuup..."
She quickly stripped off my panties and took it in her mouth. Even after one climax, her lust showed no signs of fading.
She gave the most enthusiastic fellatio, taking my cock deep into her throat without hesitation.
As if she meant to make it burst in her mouth. Her vacuum-sealed lips and tongue tip devoured it greedily.
"Chuuup... Chuuuup..."
The ejaculation urge built from the blowjob alone. I grabbed her face and pulled my cock out. Chloe exhaled her held breath.
"Huu... Huu... Shall we draw again?"
The game continued. I won this round. Chloe's turn for another penalty.
'This time, let's taste that spot.'
I roughly laid her back on the sofa again. Then I spread her legs wide.
"M-My Lord Count?"
There it was, Chloe's bitch pussy, dripping with excitement. Smooth and hairless, a high-class slit.
Her naturally deep pink labia had flushed deep crimson, like her lips, from arousal.
From that valley, her lewd juices—flowing since earlier—pooled like a spring once more.
I gently stroked the top of her spread lips, her clit.
"Heek!?"
Chloe's upper body twisted sharply. Even after her recent climax, her sensitivity remained razor-sharp.
No— the lingering heat of that pleasure made it even more responsive as I reignited it. I brought my face between her thighs.
And lapped up her pussy juices with my tongue.
"Hiii!! There... it's dirtier... No... don't... Ahh, nooo... Heek!!"
Wrong. Chloe wasn't embarrassed at all. But as I got rough, she babbled nonsense amid the renewed excitement.
Proof: her thick thighs softly clamped around my face as I sped up my tongue.
"Hngg... Nooo... No... I like it... Haaa... Hngg...♡"
Her juices now carried a slight salty tang mixed with an indescribably intense flavor unique to a lewd bitch in heat.
I slipped two fingers into her vaginal entrance while my tongue tip relentlessly teased her clit.
My fingers plunged into her wet, warm meat tunnel. Her pussy walls gripped and sucked them greedily in response.
The wrinkles inside coiled around my fingers with extraordinary sensation.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Chloe let out shrill moans, unsure what to do.
"Eeek?! Eung!! Hnggg... Ahht... Nooo... Lord Julian, nooo... Something... something's coming...!!!"
I pulled my face from her pussy. Pausing the cunnilingus for a moment.
Instead, I pistoned my fingers even rougher, mercilessly.
"Nooo... Chloe's pussy... A noble pussy... Why... Nooo... I can't hold it...!! Eung!!"
Her pussy surrendered to my fingering, squirting wildly. Her hips bucked violently with the torrent.
"Uwaaa..."
Chloe hit another quick climax. Her renowned alchemist's red eyes held none of their usual sharp intellect.
Yet even after soaking the sofa in her lewd fluids, the noble lady's lust burned on.
She parted her crimson lips, tempting me.
"Haa... Haa... Lord Julian... There's hardly any wine left... Why don't we... share the last of it... It's delicious, after all..."
Chloe reached for the bottle of red fruit wine on the sofa.
Chloe could hardly believe her own feelings right now.
She hadn't been able to sleep tonight. Her body was tired, but her mind raced alertly.
The preliminary squad mission had far exceeded the request form and her expectations. In the end, she'd even used her hidden extreme poison to take down the off-spec Type 3 beast.
But she felt no regret.
The intense first battle she'd experienced. Yet amid it, Julian's cool-headed judgment had yielded the best outcome.
She'd never once thought to question his orders.
On the contrary, weakening the Cyclops as commanded—and finally seeing him burst the giant's face—had sent a thrilling jolt through her.
That residual excitement lingered into the night, refusing to fade.
Chloe was convinced. She wanted to know more about this man, Julian von Reinhardt.
And that momentum had led to this playful night.
'This is weird... I didn't take any aphrodisiac... yet I'm this aroused...'
Truth be told, the alcohol hadn't affected her much. Before the banquet, she'd taken an alchemical potion she'd prepared: one that rapidly neutralized even the strongest liquors.
So her current feelings toward the Count were pure, unadulterated lust. Using the excuse of one-night fun, she'd even given up her first kiss's purity.
'And... I want to give him even more...'
To Chloe, men were worth less than the male dogs in her estate's yard. Few matched or exceeded the status of an Iterne Marquis's daughter like herself.
And status alone wasn't enough.
Even the current Emperor or the Cardinal felt unworthy as mates. She'd seen them both up close—nothing but fat pigs.
But this man from the Reinhardt family felt entirely different. Rough yet tender, he carried the scent of an alpha male leader.
If she had to be claimed by one man in this world, she'd choose him—even though...
'Well, he's already pounded me several times...'
The room's lascivious atmosphere. Beneath her blazing lust lay Chloe's calm, razor-sharp reason.
It told her: she wanted this man right now. Clutching the wine bottle, Chloe spoke.
"This wine... it's quite tasty. Shame there's only a sip left. How about we share it... Lord Julian...?"
She parted her lips and took the bottle's neck in her mouth. Tilting it, she held the last of the wine on her tongue.
Moving her body, she straddled the sofa where Julian sat once more.
Chloe pressed her lips to his first. Gently parting them, she let the wine flow in along with her tongue.
Pushing her tongue deeper, she tasted a dizzying masculine flavor that instantly overpowered the alcohol.
Then, spreading her thighs, she took his rock-hard member deep inside her.