Chapter 18 Aria's Growing Interest
Aria's Growing Interest
After several more rounds of horrific screams—so intense it was hard to tell whether this was a bedroom or a torture chamber—the floor beneath the bed was littered with wax remnants embedded with strands of hair.
"Hngg, it hurts so much... Master."
"It's alright. It's all over now. Phew, nice and clean."
I gently kneaded Beatrice's tear-streaked chest as I spoke. Surprisingly, her tears stopped almost immediately.
"Next time, let's leave it in a heart shape. That'd be nice too, right?"
She nodded. Truly, she was an obedient little slut.
"That whore—no, that Saintess... Do you have some kind of leverage over her? There's no way otherwise..."
"It's similar, but a little different. You could say she's completely become a prisoner of my cock."
"......I can't understand it. Over mere flesh like that."
"Mere flesh? You'd feel differently if you had it inside you."
"Enough. As the Monarch of Rubalu, I have no intention of debasing myself so carelessly."
Aria's stance was ironclad. I turned my gaze away. Showing off to her was important, sure, but what mattered more was fucking Beatrice.
Now that all her hair had been completely removed, her adorable pussy was fully exposed. Hidden beneath the golden curls had been a pink slit. Her clitoris, standing proudly, was a sight to behold, and her delicate labia, perfectly symmetrical like a decalcomania, were just as pleasing.
"Well then, shall we taste this fresh little pussy?"
"......Please put it in."
At her request, I immediately pushed my cock inside her. Without the hair in the way, the sight of our union was unmistakable—visually, it was extremely stimulating.
"It feels way tighter—or is that just my imagination?"
"It's not just your imagination..."
"No wonder."
After just a few thrusts, I came again. Truly, hers was a pussy of supernatural skill. There was nothing left to criticize—it was flawless. The title of Saintess hardly did her justice. At this point, pussy prodigy would be more fitting.
Reaching down, I felt her stiffened clit beneath my fingers. The moment I touched it, a moan spilled from her lips.
"Haaah..."
Part of me wanted to fuck her again, but there was something else I wanted to do even more. Instead of thrusting, I shifted my body downward—soon, we were in a 69 position.
"Master's cock is right in front of me..."
My cock hovered before her face, while her pussy was right in front of mine.
"You sucked so well earlier, so you know what I want without me saying it, right?"
"Yes..."
I immediately began teasing her—slowly, thoroughly—licking from her clit all the way down to her labia. Every flick of my tongue made her body twitch and tremble. When I lightly nipped her clit with my teeth, her back arched like a drawn bow.
"Haaaahhk!"
Beatrice's breathing grew ragged, then rapid. She, too, was diligently sucking my cock—though it seemed she was struggling, as the same intensity from before was missing. Unsatisfied, I felt the urge to tease her a little.
Using my fingers, I lightly pinched and rolled her clit.
"Hngaaah!"
Her mouth seemed broken, hanging open as drool spilled out. My cock grew even wetter.
If you receive liquid, it's only right to return the favor.
I decided to gift her some of my own.
Not stopping my assault on her clit, I felt her body jerk. Streams of her arousal trickled from her slit, running down her thighs and soaking the sheets.
In just a few days, her sensitivity had improved drastically.
The still-unblemished, vivid crimson folds glistened wet with her arousal. Slap! A light smack on her plump, taut buttocks left a red handprint in its wake. Truly, this was the body of a Saintess—purifying all fatigue. "You're not going to keep watching?"
"I've done all I came to do, so I'll take my leave now. I have no desire to witness such acts any further."
Aria recoiled and swiftly departed. Even after she left, Beatrice and I continued our entanglement.
***
Throughout the promised week, Aria dutifully prepared meals and delivered them to Jin-woo's chambers. Each time she entered, she found him entwined with Beatrice. No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't reconcile it with the title of Saintess. How can someone who acts like that still be called a Saintess?
The Saintess she knew was supposed to be noble, devoting everything to the divine. Even the Pope she had seen at the Empire's last conference exuded dignity. But this one... No matter how I look at it, she seems more like a courtesan than a Saintess.
It was a thought she'd had since the very first day. Days passed, yet the two remained inseparable, their bodies constantly intertwined. Her fleeting curiosity about whether they ever tired was quickly overshadowed by the sheer size of his member every time she caught sight of it. A strange, prickling sensation ran through her, and when she undressed later, she found her panties damp. "My body feels... strange."
She assumed it was just an unconscious reaction to the provocative scenes she'd witnessed. It'll pass in a few days, she told herself. But as more days slipped by, nothing changed. If anything, her body grew even more restless. The sheer visual stimulation had become unbearable.
After delivering the meal as usual, Aria retreated to her own chambers. Once inside, she instinctively glanced around. Her bedroom, situated at the highest point of the palace, was utterly silent—no signs of life whatsoever. Still, she checked her surroundings just in case before sinking onto the bed.
Her hands immediately slid down her skirt, reaching for the panties beneath. As she pulled them down, her pussy was fully exposed.
It had been a while since she'd felt the chill of the air against it. Aria promptly reached down and began rubbing her slit. The surrounding pubic hair was thoroughly soaked.
"Should I try grooming down there...?"
At first, she wondered why anyone would bother. Moreover, remembering how the Saintess had screamed and wailed during the process made her apprehensive. But after seeing them happily licking each other's most intimate parts every day, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of envy.
"I wish someone would...just poke me a little..."
When she first ascended to the throne as Monarch, Aria had a lover. A lifelong partner. But when the war against the Demon King—a battle for Rubalu's very survival—broke out, her lover had stepped forward as Rubalu's representative.
There was no stopping him. It was customary for all nations under the Empire's banner to send champions. And there, her lover had perished. The man who had taught her first love, who had introduced her to her first sexual experience.
Aria slid a slender finger inside her pussy.
"Hnngh..."
Her face twitched. In the past, masturbation would have been more than enough to satisfy her. But now, self-pleasure didn't even qualify as foreplay. After witnessing Jin-woo and Beatrice's escapades, her threshold had risen drastically.
"I want a thick, hard cock too..."
The image of Jin-woo's member flickered through her mind. Wouldn't it feel incredible to have that inside her?
Even by rough estimate, it looked like it could fill her lower belly completely. Aria immediately began masturbating while imagining being impaled by that cock. But she couldn't quite reach climax.
Squelch.
Her fingers moved busily, but there was no sign of orgasm approaching. Her pussy was wet—that was all. Anything beyond that seemed impossible.
Now, she wanted Jin-woo to fuck her too. Of course, she had her dignity to consider—she couldn't just march into his room and ask to be railed. So she began preparing to catch his eye.
First, the maid outfit. She deliberately altered it to emphasize her cleavage and shortened the skirt slightly. But that wasn't all.
"I should probably shave down there...?"
Waxing was too terrifying. She didn't think she could endure it. So she took a razor, applied cream, and carefully shaved.
It was a bit messy, but surely better than leaving it overgrown.
"Done."
The next day, she entered Jin-woo's room as usual to deliver his meal. As expected, he was entangled with the Saintess.
'Will he notice?'
Frankly, if he had any observational skills at all, it would be impossible not to. But Jin-woo showed no reaction whatsoever. It was rather shocking.
'Is he really just going to take the food and send me away?'
Aria had thought Jin-woo was a sex-crazed monster. But now it seemed he might only be obsessed with the Saintess. In the end, today was another session of unsatisfying masturbation. True satisfaction remained elusive.
***
After setting down the meal Aria had prepared, I turned to Beatrice, who lay exhausted beside me.
"You saw her outfit earlier, right?"
"Y-yes..."
"Doesn't it look like she's trying to seduce me?"
"It does seem that way."
"Heh heh, it won't be long now. The day the Monarch spreads her legs on her own."
In truth, showing her my relationship with Beatrice had been entirely calculated. And indeed, she had begun to change.
While I deliberately let her witness our intimacy, I never took it further with her. The tasks I assigned were strictly those of a household slave.
Finally, days later, Aria stayed in the room instead of leaving and shouted:
"I've gone this far, so why won't you say anything?!"
"About what?"
Playing dumb, I shook my hips as if confused. Frustrated, Aria continued:
"Honestly, when you have a woman like me serving you, isn't your goal to...violate me...or just take me by force or something?!"
"Is that what you want?"
"......"
Aria quietly nodded.