Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Lucia and the Top-Tier Salon (2)
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Soft texture.
The pleasant, squishy give of peach-like mounds peeked out from her bra, and something brushed against my right hand slipped inside.
A soft, jelly-like nipple. In that instant, my eyes met Lucia's.
Her pink pupils were dilated wide. They shook wildly, unable to focus. The bold girl who'd just yanked my hand in vanished in a flash.
It must be her first time feeling a man's hand on her breasts. Her breathing grew ragged. Lucia twisted her upper body in panic.
"S-Sir... Th-That's... Nngh... Not there!!"
I'd done nothing but stay still. But with her squirming so wildly, my hand trapped in her bra teased her nipple.
I could feel it stiffening right away.
"Haaah!"
She let out a shrill moan, though I'd barely touched—grazed—her breast. But this wasn't the time to act casual.
Just as Carmen the manager had warned, a man in military police uniform approached our table. He seemed to be the captain the guard mentioned.
"Ahem? Why are those two still in their underwear?"
Two people sitting side by side on the sofa, hunched awkwardly. And we were just slipping hands into each other's underwear.
Compared to the surrounding tables lost in wild ecstasy, we must have looked out of place.
Carmen, standing beside him, shot me a quick glance. Then she covered for us, changing the subject.
"Oh, my. Sometimes, sharing special affections while still in underwear heightens the pleasure even more."
The captain tilted his head, scrutinizing us more closely.
'Time to act.'
Lucia was plenty embarrassed, but I'd confirmed her resolve. In this situation, a bit more skinship wouldn't tarnish the Northern Sweet Guy image.
I pulled her body toward me. Then guided her to straddle my lap as I sat.
"Count?"
"Shh. Lucia. Act natural—he's watching."
"O-Okay."
And I had no intention of letting that provost captain see her face.
Now face-to-face with me, I kept one hand in her breast while slipping the other behind her panties.
A light caress followed.
"Ahh!!"
Her moan rang out again, louder than before. Loud enough to reach the manager and captain.
"See? They're gradually ramping up the caresses. And notice the open curtains? That couple's enjoying exhibition play, too. It's the most common here in our top-class salon."
"Ahem. Is that so? Well, perverts like that wouldn't be the runaway employee."
To dispel his doubts, I intensified the caresses. With her facing me, her breasts were hidden from him anyway.
So I unhooked her bra completely and began fondling her breasts in earnest.
"C-Count? Th-That's... Ahh!"
With both hands now, the sensations must have overwhelmed her. Without stopping, I took her perky nipple in my mouth.
"Nyaaah!!"
As my tongue swirled and tormented it, she shuddered violently atop me. No faking that honest reaction. Lucia heated up fast from my breast play.
Carmen, watching, smoothly redirected.
"If it were just an act to sneak in, they couldn't be that enthusiastic. Right? No need to suspect those two."
"True enough. That girl's reactions are no joke. Hmm. And the other staff... Like that pink-haired one... They're all attractive?"
"Of course, Captain. Our salon's quality is like pristine water melted from Essenmont's eternal snows. Care to follow me? Since you're here, why not relax a bit? You work so hard keeping the capital safe."
"If the manager insists... Fine. But I'll check the other spots first. Ahem."
The captain turned to other tables. His gaze locked on the nearby SM couple, now switching from whips to hot wax play.
Carmen winked at me slyly. Confirming it, I told Lucia,
"Looks like we dodged suspicion. But he'll probably check more tables, so keep up the act a little longer. Got it, Lucia?"
I slipped a hand behind her panties again, caressing her plump rear.
"Eek?! Y-Yes... Count!"
True to her wide hips, the feel and fullness were exquisite. I wanted to ravage her more aggressively, but...
With the captain still nearby, I teased her slowly, minding his glances.
Shocking, explicit moans echoed through the top-class salon.
Unexpectedly, Lucia was deeply aroused here.
"Haa... Haa... Nngh... Khh..."
She desperately stifled her moans. But this was the best she managed.
'Why am I like this? In front of the Count... Showing such an embarrassing side...'
Just before, her heart had sunk. A raid had burst into the illegal gambling den where she worked in secret.
Of course, spotting Count Julian there had startled her too. But she'd heard even high-status folk frequented such places, so it wasn't a total shock.
'Though my heart did race like crazy.'
Since the arena duel at the combat tournament, she'd harbored plenty of fondness for him. Even mid-fight, her core had twitched repeatedly for him.
And days ago, during his lecture on demonkin, that affection had deepened.
Demonkin—evil beings the Holy Empire deemed untouchable.
But Lucia had two demonkin friends she'd met by chance. Friends precious enough for her to moonlight as a high-paying guard here.
'The Count said it—they're just people, like us.'
How progressive, enlightened thinking. From a high noble scion like Julian von Reinhardt, no less. Shocking.
Worlds apart from shallow southern playboys obsessed with sex morning, noon, and night.
Those two encounters had deepened her admiration... And now, he'd saved her big time.
'Without his help, I'd be expelled from Pantheon for sure. And Father would've suffered greatly.'
The worst seemed averted, but she had to repay this incredible count somehow.
Yet here she was, moaning uncontrollably in arousal. Lucia felt mortified. Then the count suckled her nipple again.
"Haaaah..."
She failed to hold back another moan. That soft tongue brought unbearable pleasure. Her body tingled all over.
'What do I do... What do I do...'
Her core had been soaked for ages. She'd felt it wetting when we sat side by side.
And hiding from the raid in this ultra-lewd salon? Too much for a virgin like her.
She knew such places existed, of course. But witnessing it firsthand was overwhelmingly stimulating. Her core throbbed, filling her with naughty sensations.
'He mustn't think I'm some slut... No... No...'
She stole a glance at Count Julian's eyes. Even in this lewd setup, they remained clear, calm, unshaken.
In that moment, as if reading her turmoil, he said,
"Lucia. The acting's more than enough now. I'm keeping busy here, so no need to force the moans."
But it's real for me... It only embarrassed her more. Even now, he was being considerate.
Right then, something thick and heavy pressed against her through her panties. Her hips bucked sharply. His manhood had touched her.
He told her,
"Oops. Sorry, Lucia. Not harboring lewd thoughts about you. You're just an attractive woman... A man's natural reaction got the better of me."
"I-It's... fine, Count."
Perfectly natural. A young man and woman nearly naked, embracing and caressing—odd if he didn't react.
Yet even then, he was considerate.
Guilt flooded her toward him. She'd heard a man's erection held taut this long hurt.
From the slum neighbor who'd been a back-alley girl during her poor childhood days. Reliable info.
'I can't let the Count suffer because of me... And he just called me attractive... Probably politeness, but maybe... I can help him with my body.'
Lucia steeled herself. Whispering in his ear,
"S-Sir... Count... You don't have to hold back!"
Her face burned crimson.
I savored her luscious breasts for a good while. Fondling that plump ass too—it was pure heaven.
But a tyrant glutted on delicacies wouldn't settle for this. I was erect, but seeing her so aroused surged my blood to the limit.
My cock started aching. My peerless tool wouldn't be harmed, of course.
Just then, feeling its presence, Lucia jolted. I played it cool as a physiological response.
'That said... Lucia's way too into it.'
Her successive moans and flushed face gave her away. She seemed flustered by her own reactions.
Makes sense. If she likes me, this sticky caressing would arouse anyone. I pondered.
Pink-haired Lucia was irresistibly alluring. She was excited because of me. In this ultra-lewd top-class salon, my lust boiled twice as hot.
'But stay rational.'
Natural wrecked-girl protagonist Lucia. Her reactions screamed virgin. And this place? Sodom-and-Gomorrah levels of debauchery.
If her first time here scarred her badly...
I checked the system alert. We'd caressed plenty. Time for the "attractive opposite sex" notice.
'As expected.'
We'd cleared the gambling den risk, so the prior D-rank was gone. But now a new Y-rank appeared.
I knew what Y meant. That vivid pink glow.
If we went all the way to sex like this, she'd go yandere. Her first time in this lewd, open space would be an unforgettable shock.
'Can't let that happen.'
Plenty of Demon King Slayer heroines orbited me, especially those tied directly. If sword-saint-level Lucia later drew steel on my women...
'Autumn Nest raid? Dead end. Bad ending.'
I'd drag her wrecked ending down with me.
Then Lucia said,
"S-Sir... Count... You don't have to hold back!"
Her aroused face, cute as pink slime, flushed in shy declaration. Such an alluring woman saying not to hold back.
Crude terms? I was dying to fuck.
But current Lucia was pink angel and devil. The urge to pound her madly coexisted with "absolutely don't" like Schrödinger's cat.
My cock throbbed huge; my mind stayed cool. I knew the best way out.
I reached for the square button on the table and pressed it. The system window's Y-rank for Lucia began to change.