Countess Cecilia (1)
In the demon city of Heruen, a pleasure district brimming with brothels that glowed red like neon signs along the night streets, countless establishments lit up the darkness. Among them, Count Lilith's Illusion's Banquet had been riding high lately, but there was another top-tier brothel that could never be omitted when discussing Heruen's nightlife: Star's Night, ruled by the succubus Countess Cecilia.
These two elite brothels had long divided Heruen's night trade, locked in an invisible war of intrigue. Star's Night boasted splendor and pleasure that rivaled Illusion's Banquet without shame, yet today, a suffocating chill swirled through Cecilia's lavish office.
Ching! With a sharp crash, a priceless porcelain teacup shattered against the marble floor. Cecilia roughly swept back her long pink braid, twisting her beautiful face into an ugly snarl. Her red-lipsticked lips bit down hard in barely contained rage, and with each ragged breath, her unrealistically massive breasts heaved wildly up and down. Staring at the hot black tea spilling across the floor like bloodstains, she raked her sharp nails into the plush carpet as if to tear it apart.
"That insolent bitch... dares to overstep in my presence?"
The source of Cecilia's fury, spat through gritted teeth, was shocking news from Illusion's Banquet. One of the Seven Dukes who ruled the Demon Capital—the famously icy and aloof Duke Rozena—had set foot in Lilith's brothel. And not just for drinks; reports said she'd gone all the way to a second round, leaving only at dawn, fully satisfied. The information crushed Cecilia's pride.
She'd already been irked by that much-younger Lilith acting all high and mighty lately.
"She's been hoarding all the cute, obedient boys lately, making it hard for us to get stock! And now she outright steals Duke Rozena? Damn it, what kind of trick did that little brat Lilith pull?!"
As Cecilia bellowed, Viscount Grem, who had been watching nervously from the corner of the office, cautiously stepped forward. Shrinking to avoid offending her, she swallowed dryly.
"C-Countess. Please calm down. Lilith must have used some special ploy. Rumors say the one who entertained the Duke last night wasn't any of the usual ace male prostitutes—it was a completely unfamiliar boy."
Cecilia's eyes flashed at Grem's report. She halted her panting and narrowed her brows, asking in a cold voice, "An unfamiliar boy? Illusion's Banquet has a new piece I don't know about? One good enough to spread the Duke's legs in one go?"
"Yes. He was disguised as an ordinary cleaner, but it seems Lilith had him hidden away as a secret weapon."
At Grem's words, Cecilia slowly released her bitten lip and flashed a nasty smile. Her rage-boiled mind cooled, calculations spinning to life. She couldn't let a young upstart like Lilith shake Heruen's dominance alone. Grinding the shattered teacup under her heel, she whispered low, "It was supposed to be our turn at Illusion's Banquet next!"
Unable to contain her fury, Cecilia slammed her fist on the desk. "Do you know how much money and time I poured in to impress that picky Duke...! That arrogant little bitch Lilith dares divert her footsteps? Her entourage didn't even stop by here—they just headed straight back to the Duke's territory!"
Viscount Grem bowed her head, sweat pouring down her face, unable to respond. Clear killing intent swirled in Cecilia's red eyes.
"Find out now! Who that insolent boy is, what he looks like, how he enchanted the Duke—dig it all up and report every detail to me!!"
At her thunderous command, Viscount Grem nodded frantically and fled the office like a chased animal.
Once the Viscount was gone, a strange change began overtaking Cecilia's heaving, panting body. Was it the extreme rage mixed with sadistic thrill? Her unrealistically huge breasts swelled as if about to burst, and from her sensitive areolas, pale breast milk began trickling down in streams.
As the thin fabric of her collar soaked through, filling the room with a sweet, musky scent, Cecilia relaxed her furrowed brow and let out a languid sigh. She slowly lowered her gaze to beneath her desk. There, a pretty male prostitute lay prostrate on the floor—he'd been diligently licking her shoe tips and insteps until moments ago.
"Oh my, my good boy. Did Mama yell too loud and scare you? Don't be afraid—come up here. It's time for milk, my sweet boy."
Whispering in a tender, maternal voice as if her rage had never happened, Cecilia beckoned. The boy crawled onto the desk, entranced.
"Mama... don't be mad... I'll make you feel good..."
As soon as he nestled into her embrace, the man greedily kneaded her massive breasts with both hands and latched on.
Slurp! Suck... Schluuuurp♡ Mama's milk is so sweet and delicious..."
As the boy sucked ravenously, lips sealed tight like a fiend possessed, Cecilia gently stroked his hair and smiled indulgently.
"Haa... Nngh... Such a good boy. Tasty, my son..? Ooh, so much—eat slowly~. But I'm curious. What kind of amazing boy could captivate the Duke herself in one night?"
Gazing down at the boy devouring her breast, Cecilia soon threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy.
"Ahhaa...♡ Maybe soon, Mama will have a very cute, unique new son... Hnngh..!"
With her sticky moan, thick milk spurted forcefully from her swollen nipple into the boy's mouth.
......
A smooth quill glided over fine parchment, leaving elegant, arrogant script. Lilith scanned the letter she'd just penned, a leisurely smile on her lips. It was finally complete: a formal proposal to the haughty, noble Duke Rozena, one of the Seven Dukes and a true power in the Demon Capital.
The content was bold yet perfectly tailored to mutual desires—an enticing contract. Illusion's Banquet would exclusively handle sexual services and private nighttime attendance for all high nobles in Rozena's territory. In exchange, the brothel would borrow the Duke's immense name and overwhelming might as backing. It was a flawless win-win: Illusion's Banquet would steal the nobles' souls with supreme pleasure and perfectly trained male prostitutes, while the Duke provided ironclad protection against rival scum.
"Hehe~ Perfect."
Lilith murmured in admiration, her red lips twitching. The usual Rozena would have slashed such a hedonistic proposal with disgust, but circumstances had changed. Lilith vividly recalled how the Duke had melted completely under Demian's touch last night, even going for a second round. Thanks to Demian—the cleaner she'd mistaken for ordinary—securing the Duke's signature was all but guaranteed.
She melted red wax over a candle, dripped it onto the letter, and firmly stamped the ornate seal of Illusion's Banquet.
"Demian really is a lucky charm that rolled right in."
Sealing it carefully, Lilith let out a sultry chuckle. No matter how cleverly the cute boy schemed to flee to the pathetic human lands of the Gastia Kingdom, he was in her palm. To maintain this massive secret tie with the Duke, Demian had to stay bound to Illusion's Banquet—not just for now, but forever. She had no intention of releasing a premium toy who enchanted high nobles so perfectly. She'd use him as a pretty doll selling pleasure at her feet for life, corrupting him to his bones with slave mentality.
"Hmph, hum hum~♪"
Elated, Lilith sank deep into her plush chair, humming cheerfully. With the Duke's backing, the future was smooth. Expanding from Heruen to other cities and noble territories would be effortless. Vast wealth and power would cascade like her red hair—that very moment—
"Countess! Countess Lilith!"
Bang! The heavy office door flew open as the Maid Chief burst in, pale as a ghost.
Leisurely propping her chin, Lilith asked sweetly, "Oh my, Maid Chief. What's got you panting like that? Something wrong?"
The Maid Chief didn't even wipe her cold sweat, gulping dryly. Her voice trembled badly.
"Th-that's... D-Downstairs... C-Countess Cecilia herself has come...! She shoved past the guards and barged in, demanding to see you right away—she's making a huge scene...!"
At that name, the warm, sweet smile on Lilith's face froze as if doused in ice water. Her red lips, humming moments ago, twitched faintly. Uncrossing her legs, a chill killing intent gleamed in her eyes.
"What...?"
The single word from Lilith dripped with unmistakable shock and thick displeasure. The room's air grew heavy in an instant.