Chapter 162: Shatter, Common Sense! Explode, Endorphins! (4)
Chapter 162: Shatter, Common Sense! Explode, Endorphins! (4)
At that same hour, in the Capital City.
"Ha, haah, haaaah...."
A blonde, blue-eyed woman, without a single stitch of clothing on her body, was being impaled by five men simultaneously.
It was a gang rape—her hands gripping cocks, her mouth sucking another, and her front and back entrances occupied.
While far from normal, if a woman in power made it her hobby to summon multiple men to ravage her, it was well within her means.
However, there were a few peculiar details.
First, these men were not ordinary citizens; they were 'Black People' from the Southern Continent, who held the status of slaves within the kingdom.
And second, the woman currently being plowed by these black slaves was the ruler of this nation: Queen Messalina.
"Aaaah...!"
Even if they were Black People, it seemed their semen wasn't black. Queen Messalina let out a cry of pure ecstasy as her entire body was coated in white pearls of ejaculate.
"Exquisite. Fufu. I shall let only the one who satisfies me the most live. The rest of you shall die."
At the Queen's words, the black sex slaves began to violate her with desperate intensity, literally staking their lives on it.
"Haah, haah. Such big cocks.... I love them. Compared to those tiny things in the kingdom, haah... they're just too good...."
On average, their members were larger and longer than those of the fair-skinned men of the continent. Even the Queen, who had shared a bed with over a hundred men, found herself drowning in pleasure.
Of course, it helped that the male slaves were risking their lives to satisfy her by any means necessary.
"Haah, more, fill my insides with even more semen—"
BAM!
The door to the Queen's bedchamber was thrown open violently.
A maid with black hair and golden eyes entered without a hint of hesitation. The Queen, who had been about to take a cock into her mouth, slowly lowered it.
"...What is it?"
"Emergency Report No. 13."
"Wh-what...?"
The Queen, who had been smiling even while being stuffed by five men, saw her expression freeze instantly.
"Th-that... could it be?"
"I believe you have an inkling. Dismiss your company immediately."
"Ugh, uuuuh...."
The Queen glanced nervously at the maid.
"Everyone, leave. I'll let you all live for now, so return to the underground dungeon. It is a royal command. ...Pull your dicks out, you bastards."
When the Queen spoke with mana infused in her voice, the male sex slaves hurriedly gathered themselves and fled the room.
Just as they had entered, they threw on black robes and exited, where knights of the Royal Guard were waiting to escort them back.
Creeeeeak.
The door closed.
In the blink of an eye, the Queen had washed away every trace of the encounter as if she had used Clean magic. She sat on the bed in a demure posture—
"Wh-what's the..."
And then she knelt before the maid.
"What's the matter? Are you really asking me that right now?"
The maid used formal language, but the fury in her voice held not a shred of respect.
"The spy planted in Fermaton. You gave her a direct royal order, didn't you?"
"H-how did you...?"
"Did you think I wouldn't find out? Through my contacts, I learned that the guild we were sponsoring was raided by the Young Lord of Fermaton. I heard he sent a female knight to confiscate the stolen goods."
"Th-that's..."
"What exactly did you order her to do?"
"......."
Queen Messalina fell silent for a moment, then whispered in a voice as tiny as a crawling ant.
"...I heard there was a glass cup molded exactly after Ruji Fermaton's cock, so I told her to bring it."
"And what were you planning to do with it? Make ice cream in it and lick it off?"
"N-no. ...Hieek?!"
The moment the Queen reflexively used formal speech back to her, the maid's eyes flared with rage.
"What did you just say?"
"N-no. Nothing. I misspoke."
One used formal language, the other spoke down.
Based on speech alone, the hierarchy was clear, but in this private setting with no one else around, the relationship looked incredibly awkward.
The Queen and the Royal Head Maid.
It was as if their roles had been completely reversed.
"...Sigh."
The maid let out a deep sigh.
It was a sigh filled with contempt, annoyance, and a fury that seemed beyond words.
"You blew a high-level spy just because you were curious about the size of Ruji Fermaton's cock...?"
"Th-that's... I didn't think Ruji Fermaton would grasp the situation so quickly."
"Of course you didn't. To you, he probably looks just as incompetent as a Queen who holds sex parties with five slave men..."
Suddenly.
"...Hmm. Did he have the same idea?"
The maid stroked her chin with her thumb, her lips curling into a smirk.
"If I used a proxy, did he decide to step out in person? Tsk, this is why men have it easier than women."
The maid lightly cupped her own swaying breasts.
"Listen well, Your Majesty. Because of your ridiculous order to bring back Ruji Fermaton's cock glass, we have lost a spy who was planted decades ago. All because of your shitty command!"
"......."
"Emma... she was the finest spy our kingdom had planted over generations. Even the former Count Porfarnam never suspected her. Why? Because she had been working in Fermaton since her grandfather's time, erasing all links to the kingdom, and her mother before her was devoted to Fermaton!"
To infiltrate the suspicious Fermaton territory, the kingdom had spent decades planning and executing.
"Do you think it'll be easy to send another spy to replace Emma? They'll investigate everything with absolute scrutiny. They'll use truth serums to verify everyone, just like the previous generation did!"
The capital invested in that process must have been astronomical, and even if they tried to produce another spy like Emma, it wouldn't work again.
"We were already being cautious because Ruji Fermaton is reportedly building a positive relationship with the Empire, and you just threw away a top-tier informant. Just because you wanted to know his dick size firsthand!"
Because the moment Ruji Fermaton lost his cock glass, he immediately sent someone to recover it.
"Was Ruji Fermaton's cock really worth that much? Well?"
"Th-that... if you saw it yourself, you might change your mind."
"Have you actually seen Ruji Fermaton's cock?"
"I saw the report that came up from the Sirjosia estate. Its size is definitely..."
Queen Messalina glanced toward the door where the slaves had exited.
"It is larger and more magnificent than those slaves just now. It might be the only one of its kind in human history. I heard Ruji Fermaton held a Breast Festival? If he held a Cock Festival, Ruji Fermaton would win without question."
"That's ridic—"
Suddenly.
The maid pressed her hand to her forehead, then snapped her fingers and licked her lips.
"...Fine. Very well. Since it's come to this, I'll have to use your stupidity to investigate Ruji Fermaton myself."
"H-how?"
"You said I'd have to see it to believe it, right? Then obviously, I have to go see it in person."
The maid flashed a benevolent smile at the Queen.
"Your Majesty. Your image is already as filthy as it can get, but you wouldn't mind if it got a little filthier, would you?"
"I-I mean, I'm fine with it, but what about you...?"
"It doesn't matter. It's not like I'll be living under the name Messalina forever."
The maid gave a casual smirk.
"To save our top-tier agent, Your Majesty will have to become an even bigger slut."
* * *
After removing the kingdom's spy, Head Maid Emma, from her position and locking her in the underground dungeon.
"Young Lord. Do you really think the Head Maid was acting on the Queen's orders?"
"High probability."
I approached Laura, who was searching the entire sex room while wearing her maid uniform, and lightly squeezed her buttocks.
"Whether Head Maid Emma has a gang rape fetish or whatever, the investigation already confirmed she was moving under royal command."
The guild Emma tried to use to embezzle the cock glass and magic stones to the royal capital, the Resellers, was a guild indirectly operated by the royal family.
"We'll keep her in the underground dungeon until the kingdom makes a move. Well, she's probably enjoying being buried under those black men's cocks right about now. Tsk, acting like she's Queen Messalina herself."
"...Isn't that why it's called a sex fantasy? You can't do it in reality, but anyone can dream."
"I suppose. True. In that sense, the Queen really is something else."
While Head Maid Emma is living out a reverse harem in her dreams, the Wanton Queen Messalina is out there devouring men without a care for the national image.
"Speaking of which, Young Lord. Have you heard the news?"
"What news?"
"I heard the kingdom is holding a festival."
"...That's news to me. Where did you hear that?"
"From the other maids. It's probably in today's office report."
"The office? Haah. I'm too lazy to go up there. Do you know what it is?"
"Yes. Actually..."
According to Laura.
A certain competition was being held in the kingdom.
"This is plagiarism. It's a copyright infringement."
"Young Lord. Do you think... they're serious?"
"...Given the Queen's reputation, there's a high probability they are."
If it's the Great Slut Messalina, it's possible.
"To plagiarize the Breast Festival and hold a Cock Festival instead."
The competition was none other than the 'Male Prostitute Selection Contest.'
—We shall select the man who is best at sex.
No matter how much they tried to sugarcoat it, it was clearly a search for the Queen's personal gigolo.
"No way."
Still, surely not.
"...She didn't tell Emma to steal my cock glass just to use it as a dildo, did she?"
That's...
Impossible.
"It's not like she's obsessed with sex or anything. What a hopeless case."
"If you're the one saying that, Young Lord..."
"Laura. I'm not that obsessed with sex."
I was being serious.
"I'm just an average 20-something male with a perfectly normal, common-sense, average libido."
"You are?"
"Yeah. All of this is just for image-making."
I have an average—no, fine, let's say slightly above average libido. And since I have the power to freely express and satisfy that libido, I'm simply utilizing my power.
"You're the same, Laura. Are you a pervert? No, right?"
"Uh, well, that is..."
"You're not a pervert. You're just acting like a sex addict to help me survive and hide our true intentions. Right?"
"...Of course!"
Laura pumped her fist.
"Please eat me up to your heart's content from now on! For the sake of the Young Lord's rape dictatorship!"
"For the cause."
I high-fived Laura.
"Laura."
"Yes."
"I've got an erection. Do you want to be eaten leisurely here, or do you want to be taken while propped up against a window frame in the hallway?"
I'll say it again.
"How about you take me forcefully in the hallway, then carry me back into the sex room and plow me gently?"
"Great idea, Laura."
Neither I nor Laura are people who are crazy about sex.
"Oh, right. Laura. That libido bomb necklace you mentioned."
"Um, can't we just call it by a shorter name?"
"Like what?"
"...Bitch collar."
It became the official name.
"Fine. Shall we see just how much Bitch Laura's libido explodes?"
"Hehe, why don't you try wearing one too, Young Lord? Who knows, maybe your cock will get so stiff it'll feel like it's going to burst."
"If it's just that, I don't even need the help of medicine—"
......Huh?