Cecilia Countess (3)
In the end, I had no choice but to follow those female demons with heavy steps. There had never been any other option for me to begin with. If the ones blocking my path had been the kind of low-level demon thugs commonly rolling around in back alleys, I would've pulled out the self-defense magic tool hidden in my bag, blasted their eyes with it, and bolted without looking back. Just like I'd done before. But these were semi-nobles, sporting gleaming badges on their chests. It was obvious that my crude little toy wouldn't even scratch their solid magic power barriers, and any rash resistance would only hasten a horrific gang rape and death.
Arriving under their sticky, blatant gazes that crawled over every inch of my body, we reached a massive building right in the heart of Heruen's glittering pleasure district. A familiar yet intimidating facade I'd glimpsed several times while passing by. It was Star's Night. The pinnacle of high-class brothels in Heruen, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Lilith's Illusion's Banquet—and in terms of history, tradition, and sticky backing, it was said to surpass it.
"Go in. The Countess wants to see you herself."
The dark elf nodded coolly toward the enormous double doors adorned with ornate golden fittings.
A countess...?She means Cecilia Countess, doesn't she?
A chill sweat trickled down my spine in an instant. I'd never seen her in person even once, but working as a cleaner at Illusion's Banquet meant I'd naturally picked up the rumors floating around. Cecilia Countess was Lilith Countess's greatest rival and thorn in her side. And this Star's Night she ran was said to operate in the most grotesquely twisted way imaginable. She called every male prostitute selling their body there her "son," made them address her as their loving "mama" or "mommy," and bent them to natural submission. Why on earth would a high-ranking noble with such nauseating tastes and immense power single out and summon someone like me from Illusion's Banquet?
To spite Lilith? Or because of my time serving Duke Rozena?
My heart pounded like it would shatter my ribs. My head was a tangled mess on the verge of exploding, but right now, the only way out was through those massive doors. There was nowhere to run. Swallowing dryly, I extended my trembling hands and slowly pushed open the heavy door to Star's Night's office.
Creeeak.
As the heavy door swung open, a wave of sweet perfume hit me. I swallowed again and cautiously stepped inside. There sat a woman with unrealistically enormous breasts and hips that seemed ready to burst. Beneath her long pink braided hair, her beauty was breathtakingly overwhelming. But the dampness soaking through her thin fabric and the thick magic power radiating from her brought a suffocating pressure.
It was Cecilia Countess.
The moment she spotted me, she smiled with the benevolent warmth of the Virgin Mary.
"Come in, my sweet child. Sit comfortably over here~"
Her voice was endlessly tender. I bowed stiffly, tense as a bowstring, and perched awkwardly on the edge of the opposite sofa.
"I'm truly sorry for sending those rough girls to drag you here so suddenly. You must have been startled. But I just couldn't wait to see your face. Let me apologize~"
"Ah... Y-yes. It's, it's okay."
Cecilia smiled sweetly and gently slid a glass filled with white liquid across the table toward me.
"Drink it while it's warm. It'll help you relax~"
"Thank you..."
In a daze, I picked up the glass and brought it to my lips. But something felt off. The warmth seeping into my fingertips was oddly like human body heat, and the faint scent tickling my nose was utterly unlike regular milk. Intensely nutty and sweet, yet with a strangely fishy undertone... an utterly alien aroma.
Brushing it off as nothing serious, I took a small sip. Mmm... not bad. Smooth and nutty.
Watching me, Cecilia suddenly leaned forward sharply.
Sloosh!
Her massive breasts jiggled heavily and thickly with the movement, threatening to spill over the table.
"By the way... my child, up close, you're even prettier than I imagined~"
Her pink eyes sparkled as she spoke in a silky, drawn-out tone.
"You must get so much attention wherever you go, don't you~? With such a lovely, adorable face, the women around you couldn't possibly leave you alone, right~?"
Her sticky gaze licked over my entire body.
Cecilia Countess met my eyes with gentle affection, her voice soft and coaxing.
"But my baby, isn't life at Illusion's Banquet quite tough? Lilith has such a... fiery, calculating personality, doesn't she~? She has no mercy or tears for anything unprofitable, and she especially treats boys like you as nothing more than consumables or pawns. You're not being overworked or handled roughly there, are you? I've heard she uses the boys carelessly."
Under her concerned gaze, I swallowed dryly and answered cautiously.
"Ah... Y-yes. It's a bit busy, but... I'm fine."
To my awkward reply, she sighed softly with pity and continued.
"Oh dear, you're such a good boy. No need to force yourself like that. Even if Lilith smiles on the outside, I know how much she looks down on and mistreats men inside. The moment you slip up or become useless, she'll discard you without hesitation. She's only propping you up as a shield because you served the Duke, and she couldn't care less if you get hurt. Sadly, that place isn't a cozy nest for a delicate, pretty boy like you. Living day by day in fear of being thrown away... how heartbreaking."
I nodded, sensing the insidious gaslighting woven into her soft voice.
"Ah... I see. I didn't know."
Cecilia leaned her upper body closer, her pink eyes peering deep into mine.
"Star's Night is completely different, my dear. I cherish and embrace every boy here like my own flesh and blood. I never make them do hard work—they just need to live peacefully in my arms. I'll protect you perfectly from the scary female demons outside so they can't touch you. Seeing you tremble in anxiety and exploited under Lilith breaks this mama's heart. A cute boy like you should only grow up showered in love~"
Her enormous breasts undulated like waves with each breath, dizzying my gaze. I stared straight at the sweet, deadly trap she'd laid, but I couldn't recklessly resist. I didn't know how that tender smile might twist in an instant if I said anything off-putting.
"Ah... Yes. I had no idea you thought so highly of me, Countess. Thank you..."
Satisfied with my response, Cecilia smiled and reached out to gently stroke my cheek. Her touch was chillingly warm and soft, yet carried the heavy pressure of a massive serpent's coils tightening around my throat. Her power, backed by Heruen's underworld, loomed like an insurmountable mountain range.
"Whenever Illusion's Banquet gets too hard or exhausting, come to this mama. If Lilith tries to hold you back, I'll step in personally and bring you here. You're a precious child born to be loved. There's no reason for you to roll on the cold floor and endure trash treatment, is there~? Nestled in my arms, no one could ever hurt you. Think slowly about where you can truly be happy~"
She whispered like a saint, her expression full of benevolence. Before her suffocating power and subtle coaxing, I could only nod like a fool.
"Yes... I'll keep that in mind."
Even as I muttered that short reply, I keenly felt my mind being eroded bit by bit by her thick breast milk scent and magic power.
Seeing me nod obediently, Cecilia's face lit up with even greater delight as she carefully slid the milk glass I'd only sipped from back toward me.
"So, my son. Finish this warm milk. Mama prepared it specially for you~. Staying around someone like Lilith who just uses you as a tool will ruin your body and soul. Mama wants you healthy and happy forever. So if anything happens from now on, don't suffer alone—run straight to Star's Night first. Got it~?"
Her tender, persistent persuasion wrapped around me like spider silk. With rigid hands, I picked up the lukewarm, fishy milk glass again and parroted like a trained bird.
"Yes... I understand."
Enthralled by her soft pressure, I brought the glass to my lips and gulped down the rest. The lukewarm, fishy liquid with its strangely sweet aftertaste slid down my throat.
That was the moment.
Clang!
Strength drained from my fingertips, and the glass plummeted to the floor, shattering into pieces.
"Aaaah... Ugh, haa...!"
A hot, bestial groan escaped my lips unbidden. A freakish heat erupted like a volcano from deep in my gut, surging through every vein in an instant. My vision spun, my mind whiting out in ecstatic paralysis. Above all, my lower body swelled rigidly, on the verge of ripping through my pants in savage erection. My overheated body shuddered uncontrollably with every ragged breath.
Looking down at me collapsed on the floor, panting like a beast, Cecilia Countess let out a silky, sticky laugh.
"Hehe~ My baby... no, my pretty son. Did mama's freshly squeezed milk taste good~?"
Her sweet voice burrowed into my ears like a drug. Even as my vision blurred heavily, I could clearly sense her rising slowly from the sofa and approaching me.
Kneeling gracefully before me, she smiled benevolently and slowly pulled down the front of her ornate dress.
Sloosh!
Freed from the fabric, her unrealistically massive breasts bounced heavily into the air. Thick, wide areolas already oozing white milk incessantly, slick and glistening, and nipples erect like those in heat, all exposed right before my eyes.
She cupped those dripping, enormous breasts gently with both hands, pressing them close to my lips, and whispered in an endlessly tender yet vulgar tone.
"Oh my, my son's cock is already so stiff like this~? The sip wasn't enough, was it? Then... come here and have more of mama's milk~♡"
Against my will, my hand reached out toward her breast.