Chapter 239: The Death of Queen Messalina (1)
Chapter 239: The Death of Queen Messalina (1)
Queen Messalina has passed away.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't bring myself to believe such a thing had actually happened. I needed to find out exactly how Queen Messalina died.
"Asti. I’m sorry to call you here for something like this, but I need to test 'that function' myself."
I summoned Astarotte to the sex room. As if she had expected this, she had already brought several magic tools and placed them on the desk.
"I brought the 'Cloud Magic Stone.' I can play it back as soon as you give the order."
"Right. It’s a scene of someone dying, so it’ll be gruesome, but we need to know the truth. I have to know."
How did Queen Messalina die?
Did she really die while having sex, as the rumors suggested, or were they spreading those rumors to cover up some political maneuver?
"Charlotte. Normally in this situation, the Crown Prince would inherit the throne, right?"
"That’s right. Oh, are you thinking it was a political assassination? That the Crown Prince killed the Queen and incited the public just to take the throne? I was thinking the same thing."
Charlotte immediately agreed with my suspicion—a perfectly reasonable suspicion of political assassination.
"Honestly, it’s hard to believe she just kicked the bucket while having sex."
"Exactly. Even if Queen Messalina was known as a total slut, I can't imagine her dying just from enjoying a gang bang with a bunch of men. There must have been an assassination involved."
Even Zenith, who knew the royal family's affairs in considerable detail, had her doubts about the Queen's death.
"I ask everyone here—the knights and everyone in this sex room. Does anyone actually believe Queen Messalina died while having sex?"
No one.
Neither Laura nor anyone else believed the Queen had died that way.
"...Right. That’s only natural. They say the Queen had sex constantly; it makes no sense for her to suddenly drop dead from it now."
I have sex every single day, and I’ve never once collapsed from it.
"Was Queen Messalina assassinated, or was she murdered through blackmail? And if so, who is the culprit? We will uncover the truth... with this."
I pulled out a uniquely designed bitch collar.
"I kept this a secret from you all, but the bitch collar presented to the Queen is equipped with one very special feature."
"A special feature?"
"Yes. Just as one might hide a wire inside a pair of glasses, I installed something similar inside that bitch collar. To put it bluntly... it’s a 'remote sex-cam' function."
Several people wearing bitch collars flinched and began fidgeting with their own neckpieces.
"Some of you might have known, but to those who didn't, I apologize. The bitch collar has a function to monitor sex. It’s a spell that uses the power of sex magic to check on the wearer's sexual activity."
"You mean you can check on her sex even though she's all the way in the capital?"
"Yes. I can see Queen Messalina’s sex. If the rumors about her cause of death are true, this will be the last sex she ever had."
It was daunting.
The fact that I had realized a 'Sex Skynet' through these bitch collars was daunting enough, but the fact that the first demonstration of this Sex Skynet was to uncover the truth behind Queen Messalina’s death made it even more so.
It was certainly a good thing for sex magic to advance and benefit Fermaton, but I hadn't exactly hoped for it to be useful in this way.
However.
I had to check.
I had to make sure no stray sparks from the Queen's death landed on Fermaton, and ensure no one could find even the slightest pretext to blame us.
"If the Queen was assassinated normally, then we’ll just be watching her final sexual encounter. I’m honestly praying it was just a regular assassination. Asti. Play back Queen Messalina’s final sex act stored in the Cloud Magic Stone."
"Yes. Then... Hah!"
As Astarotte shouted with effort and channeled her sex magic, a cluster of white mana light began to shimmer before us.
[Ah, ahhh! More! Harder!!]
"Fuck."
The moment the Queen's sex began to play, a curse escaped my lips.
"Anyone who doesn't want to watch doesn't have to."
"...To think the first scene would start like this. It’s a bit shocking."
"Tell me about it."
The Queen was on her knees on the floor, surrounded by men standing in a circle around her.
And then came the sound: a splashing, rushing noise.
"Wow. Even I don't do that. She’s actually doing it."
Since everything was being manifested through magic power, the scene was filled with white light similar to mana milk, but it was obvious that what the men surrounding the Queen were spraying from their dicks was urine.
'A gang bang golden shower. The Queen really was a crazy bitch.'
The Queen was rejoicing, her mouth wide open as she took the urine across her entire face.
A simple bukkake would have been crazy enough, but the sight of the golden shower being poured over her started to make me feel nauseous.
"Should I just turn it off? Who cares how she died."
"P-Please, let’s bear with it a little longer. Hang in there, Count."
"...It’s not me who needs to hang in there; isn't this hard on you all?"
I patted the shoulder of Laura, who was encouraging me.
"It must be quite an ordeal for a woman to watch another woman being gang-banged by men like that."
"Uh, well, since it’s not us happening to us, it feels... okay?"
"Well, that’s a relief then. I’m not really into that kind of thing."
Everyone’s eyes turned toward me. To prove my lack of interest in the scene, I pointed downward.
"Look."
"Gasp...!"
Laura let out a sharp cry.
"The Count’s cock...!"
"His erection... it’s gone...?"
"I’m not the kind of pervert who gets hard watching a pack of animals in a gang bang."
From the moment the Queen's sex session started with a golden shower, my lust had vanished. Even without an erection, it was still large, but the difference between when I was hard and when I wasn't was so vast that I felt strangely embarrassed.
"Focus on the illusion. Someone might suddenly come in with a knife and assassinate her while she's like that. They might just start stabbing her body."
"For now, it looks like they’re only stabbing her with dicks."
Squelch, squelch.
The Queen, who had been kneeling, stood up and took a new position.
With her legs straight, she bent her upper body down past ninety degrees and took a man's dick into her mouth.
She even gripped two other men's dicks with her hands, while shaking her hips from side to side as if waiting for another man to ram his cock into her from behind.
"Even without the bitch collar, she’s nothing but a bitch. Does she usually have sex this intensely?"
"It... shouldn't have been to this extent."
Nero spoke with a stiff voice, her annoyance plain to see.
"Normally, there would have been someone nearby constantly nagging her. Telling her to keep the orgies or gang bangs within reason."
"So she got annoyed with the nagging and kicked that person out, and because of that, the sex became even more extreme?"
"She might have kicked them out, or they might have just stepped away for a moment. Either way..."
"She must have had sex even more violently than usual. It’s the nature of dictators to distance themselves from those who give honest advice and favor only the sycophants. Whether by choice or force, now that the person nagging her is gone, she’s going at it this hard."
The squelching sounds and the screams were bone-chilling.
[Aaaagh, I love it...! Harder! Grab my head! Grab my hair and fuck me! Use my body as your dick house!]
She really sounded like she was screaming because she loved being plowed by those men.
"I feel like I’m suddenly starting to dislike the word 'dick house.'"
"Is this what they call 'mirror therapy' or something?"
"Really? Personally, if it were just a bunch of 'you,' Count, I think being gang-banged would be a fresh experience. Being gang-banged with no other men around, only you everywhere."
"Asti?"
"Just kidding."
While we were talking, Queen Messalina changed positions again.
She lay face down on top of a man on the bed, buried her face in the crotch of a man standing before her with an erect dick, and gripped two more dicks with her hands.
[Haaah, the sensitivity is peak sex.... I love it so much...!]
"She must have set the bitch collar's sensitivity to the absolute maximum."
"Thanks to that, we can project it even more clearly with sex magic... Oh?"
Behind Queen Messalina.
One of the men, who had been grabbing her buttocks and kneading them like dough, was clutching several bottles in his hand.
They were small bottles, like wine bottles, and they were filled with a liquid of unknown identity.
"What’s that? Is he going to give her an enema?"
"To be an enema... wait a minute. Is that...?"
"Isn't that Penisilin?"
At Yoanna's words, a chill suddenly ran down my spine.
"Penisilin? No. Ours isn't kept in strange, crude bottles like that. Besides, Penisilin has very little effect on women."
"But the 'concept' itself could have an impact, couldn't it?"
"The concept?"
"Using aphrodisiacs to make the sex rougher and increase sensitivity."
Yoanna pointed at the man with a grim expression.
"According to my limited medical knowledge, putting things recklessly into the anus can lead to disaster. Especially things like alcohol."
"...No way."
[More, put more in! Drench my pussy and my anal pussy with aphrodisiacs! Ah, ahhh, aaaaah...!!]
After the liquid from the bottles was poured into Queen Messalina one after another.
We witnessed her death with our own two eyes.
[Dick... is the best....]
Cause of death.
Heart failure due to acute aphrodisiac poisoning.
To put it bluntly.
The Queen had gone to heaven in a state of full Ahegao Double Peace.