Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: Lucia and the Top-Tier Salon (3)
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"Count?"
Lucia spoke up, seemingly startled by my sudden action. But as soon as she saw the curtains drawing closed around the table's perimeter, she caught on to my intent.
The button I'd just pressed was the table's automatic curtain open/close control.
"Looks like the military police captain has left the area. No need to keep up the exposure play... er, I mean, no need to pretend we're stripped bare any longer."
I pressed the remaining magic buttons on the table as well—silence spell, no-spectator sign, no-interference sign, the works.
With every button activated, our table transformed into the equivalent of a sealed private space.
"This way, we won't hear any of the lewd noises from around us. And no one else will bother coming in here. You're safe now, Lucia."
"Pardon? Count... Oh! So you're saying... we can drop the act now..."
Lucia blinked at me in surprise. Then she dipped her head slightly, her expression tinged with subtle disappointment that quickly turned sullen.
The pink Y-grade had shifted to a red D-grade. By blocking out the surrounding debauchery, I'd halted the yandere progression, at least. But D-grade wasn't exactly normal either.
'We've already dodged the risk of getting caught by the military police. Carmen the administrator will handle any cleanup. So why still D-grade? A danger rating?'
It had to be the aftereffect of that sticky fondling earlier. Lucia had been worked up into a frenzy, and we'd been grinding nearly naked bodies together like young man and woman in heat. Stopping there? No wonder.
As a woman, that was bound to tank Lucia's self-esteem. A pink-haired girl with plummeting confidence—she could turn into a dangerous pink psycho at any moment.
'Letting this slide without doing anything would only make it worse.'
I knew that much, of course. To keep her from panicking, I took her hand again and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Just relax for now, Lucia. This salon's atmosphere is like the deepest pit of Avici Hell—pure depravity. Staring at it, listening to it nonstop would drive anyone mad. But we're good now."
"Y-yes... Count..."
Even my sensible words drew only a deflated response from her. She really was disappointed.
Of course, I had no intention of ending things with Lucia here. I'd only said that.
'Gotta erase that D-grade. Which means something convincing has to happen right here, right now.'
In other words, we had to proceed—whether it was mutual masturbation or full-on sex. No damaging her self-esteem. And honestly? My own raging arousal welcomed it.
But playing the sweet northern gentleman meant keeping it natural, every step of the way.
'Perfect timing—my tyrant down there is performing admirably.'
He was still rock-hard under my panties, mesmerized by Lucia's breasts. My crotch had become a vast field tent that could house twenty-four men with room to spare.
And this erection? Purely involuntary. I confirmed Lucia's gaze drifting down there.
Right on cue, I let out a low, pained breath.
"Ngh... Hoo..."
Lucia jumped and looked at me in alarm.
"J-J-Julian, Count? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Ungh..."
But I pulled a grave expression, belying my words. Anyone could see that massive thing had been throbbing endlessly—not normal at all. Lucia's voice grew urgent.
"C-Count! I heard if a man's most important part stays angry this long... it's bad for the body. We can't just leave it like this..."
"True enough. Being naked in a sealed space with someone as alluring as you... er, a young woman like you... it's hard for me to shake off this rigid, unyielding state."
"But until the military police captain finishes investigating... we'll have to stay naked like this..."
She had a point. The no-spectator and no-interference signs were just signs. A whim from the captain, and he could yank the curtains open any second.
Putting clothes on now? He'd suspect us for sure.
'Carmen would probably block that much, though.'
I gave Lucia a troubled look. She startled, then spoke with resolve.
"Then, Count! Let me... help... I'm just me, but... I'm still a woman, after all..."
With that, she tentatively placed her hand over my panties. The instant she did, I watched the red D-grade warning fade lighter in the system.
'Just as planned.'
I hadn't forced anything sexual on her. The situation had naturally led our bodies together.
That natural intimacy was just what Lucia needed to calm down.
I spoke again, true to my northern sweet-guy voice.
"Hoo... No helping it, then. Sorry to ask, Lucia, but could you? No telling when the captain might leave... Hours of this would be rough on me."
"Of course. No problem, Julian, Count. If you'll excuse me, then..."
Lucia carefully slid down my panties. I smirked inwardly.
I was fully naked now. With the panties off, my tyrant sprang free—easily over 20cm.
Lucia flinched at the sight but steeled herself and spoke.
"U-um... if it's uncomfortable, just say so, Julian, Count."
We were still side by side on the sofa. She scooted closer, pressing her body against mine, and began stroking my cock with her hand.
"Is this... alright?"
Lucia pumped the shaft with one hand. But soon realizing one wasn't enough for my tyrant, she used both.
A combat academy cadet who handled swords, yet her hands were soft.
'Still amateurish, though...'
I was beyond satisfied with plain handjobs anymore. Lucia, meanwhile, was a total virgin with zero male experience. Her strokes felt awkward on my shaft.
But that didn't mean no pleasure at all. Pressing close to use both hands brought her bare tits right into view—the cleavage they formed was a feast.
Pink hair framing those perky swells below. Her nipples, stiff with arousal from my cock, added a wicked lewdness.
A veritable pink orgy of obscenity. And as time passed, the handjob's sensitivity ramped up.
She'd been flustered by the unfamiliar feel of a man's dick at first. But as a swordswoman, wielding a long rod was second nature since childhood. She quickly adjusted her grip strength and the pumping motion.
"H-how is it...? Count?"
Her face flushed red as she looked up at me, urging a reply while busily working my cock. Adorably impatient.
I stroked her pink hair, praising her.
"Not bad, Lucia. The ache from the prolonged erection... it's easing a bit."
"Good... ♡"
At my praise, Lucia's face lit up in ecstasy for a moment. She continued caressing my cock like a treasured possession.
Thus, the dual assault of tits and hands persisted.
Her efforts steadily built my pleasure. Plus, while solo masturbation was one thing, shared intimacy like this was meant to heat us both up.
"Lucia, mind using just one hand for a sec?"
"Y-yes! Got it... Count... haah... haah..."
Her voice was melting from the nonstop handjob. I sat to her right; she soothed my cock with just her right hand now.
I overlaid my left hand on hers, guiding it toward her thigh.
"Eek?! C-Count?"
She jolted at the sudden touch. I soothed her calmly.
"Me getting all this pampering alone isn't fair. You've been tense all day too—your whole body's wound up. Let me loosen your legs a bit."
"I-I'm fine... Ahh!!"
Not just the legs, of course. I slipped her pristine white panties down to her knees.
Then delved between her thighs, grazing her most secret spot.
Drenched, as expected.
"Haaah... Hnng..."
Lucia's thighs clenched hard for an instant. But deeming it rude, she relaxed them quickly.
I busied my fingers in the new gap. The plump outer labia in that valley, slick with her juices—I stroked them gently, along with the slippery inner folds.
The shape felt pristine and beautiful to my fingertips. Couldn't see inside without spreading her legs, but...
A cute, lewd pink pussy matching her pink hair was surely nestled there.
"Ahh!! Hn! Hii... Aaaah..."
Brushing her most sensitive spot—the clit—drew an instant reaction. Adorably so. She was heated enough to moan freely.
Yet her right hand never stopped on my cock. Her diligence deserved praise.
"The pain's subsiding, thanks to you, Lucia. No need to push yourself."
"N-no... Haah!! B-but... if you don't cum... your pain won't... Hiiing..."
Under my caresses, Lucia was melting completely. Her thighs squirmed nonstop against my hand.
Her sopping juices grew thicker, stickier with a wet squelch.
"Haaaang... ♡"
Her face grew ever more rapturous. Seeing her turn into lewd pink fueled my cock's swelling throb.
"Haah...? W-what... do we do!? Already... here??"
Lucia sensed it too, her voice panicking. She was realizing her clumsy handjob couldn't make me cum.
'Time for the next stage.'
To prompt it, I withdrew my hand from her naughty pussy. As it pulled away, her ecstatic expression turned wistful for a split second.
But she shook it off, leaning to whisper in my ear.
"Count... j-just hands like this... you'll stay uncomfortable... Maybe something more..."
Fearing rejection, she acted fast this time.
"Hold on, let me adjust..."
Lucia stood from the sofa. She carefully removed her awkwardly lowered panties, setting them aside. A glimpse of her slit confirmed it—vivid pink, as expected.
Then she knelt before my spread legs. Primed for the ideal fellatio position.
"U-um... excuse me..."
She paused, gazing rapturously at my cock once more. But as she shook her head side to side and grasped it...
Suddenly, Lucia cried out in alarm.
"H-huh?!?!"
Utterly flustered. Not the reaction to my now-familiar cock.
"Wh-why... is it... leaking... what!?"
Her pupils shook wildly. Baffled, I quickly checked her over.
"L-liquid... it's leaking!"
She blurted it out in a rush. Words that clashed wildly with the moment.
'Leaking liquid? What the hell?'
If it was leaking on her, it'd be on me too. The underground salon's build didn't look that shoddy.
'My saliva from earlier?'
When the captain came, I'd sucked her tits for the act. But no—that trace saliva on her nipple wouldn't shock her like this.
And then I spotted why she'd freaked out.
Lucia's plump breasts. White liquid was trickling from her nipples.