Chapter 270: The Infinite Labyrinth, Anew (7) - End of Part 1 Main Story
Chapter 270: The Infinite Labyrinth, Anew (7) - End of Part 1 Main Story
After ordering the others to gather in the sex room, I lay down on the sofa to rest before beginning the full-scale rotation of my cock.
"Sigh."
"What’s the matter?"
"I just remembered that hideous thing I saw earlier."
I felt like my eyes had rotted. And not just a little—it felt like they were completely putrefied.
"I don't usually complain, but it felt like looking at a man who just happened to have a pussy attached."
"It was... a bit like that, wasn't it?"
I scanned Laura from head to toe.
Laura possessed a body like a goddess, so it was an insult to even compare the two, but even for a woman, there were certain places that should curve out and others that should tuck in.
I could understand if it were one of those female warriors among the adventurers with bulging muscles. Their environment made them that way; they developed those bodies to survive, and there’s a certain physical beauty in that.
But what about that Ermond person?
Just thinking about her body made a surge of intense revulsion rise within me.
Have I ever loathed a woman this much?
It wasn't that I was mocking an ugly woman just because I was surrounded by beauties. I treat people with less prejudice than anyone, regardless of their race or species.
The only ones I’m picky about are my direct knight order.
As long as they aren't part of the knights under Laura, I treat women—whether young, old, pretty, or plain—according to their abilities.
"It’s complicated. There was this visceral, physiological disgust. It wasn't just because she pulled some bullshit in the labyrinth, or because she’s a woman who looks like a man... there’s something else..."
"Then why not just get rid of her?"
Laura ruthlessly suggested that I kill Ermond.
"If she’s an existence that displeases you, Count, I think simply erasing her now is a valid option."
"Really? If that’s what you think, then I suppose there’s no harm in it."
If I acted according to the Goddess's guidance, I certainly wouldn't lose out. Since the Goddess was showing me the way, not following her lead would be the real mistake.
"Asti."
"Yes, Count."
"Put Bitch Collars on Ermond’s wrists and ankles. Then, crank the output to 'Maximum.'"
"She’ll die."
"Isn't that a much better death than having her head cut off or dying by poison? It’s not like anyone else will be watching."
Fermaton had devised a new method of execution for women.
Men were dragged to the depths of the Infinite Labyrinth to be dealt with by Lambert, while women were sent to the dungeons of the Lord's Castle to die in a place where no one could see, consumed by ultimate pleasure.
It could be called a remarkably humane death. Even the King, who valued human rights, wouldn't be able to say a word against such a passing.
"Nero. Would it be a bit much to name this execution method 'The Messalina'?"
"......."
"Yeah, I guess it would be, right?"
I floated the idea to Nero, who had the most kingdom-aligned, aristocratic sensibilities regarding sexual matters.
Naturally, the name 'Messalina' carried a certain image, so using it for an execution method could be seen as an insult to royalty.
"Strictly speaking, the circumstances are different, so calling it 'The Messalina' would be a misnomer."
"A misnomer?"
"Yes. If you were going to send men in to gang rape her to death, you could call it 'The Messalina,' but that isn't the case here, is it?"
"Oh."
Nero’s point made sense.
The execution we carried out using Bitch Collars was simply causing a heart attack through the peak of pleasure-induced orgasms. While the cause of death and the result were the same as Messalina's, the process was distinctly different.
Messalina died while being gang-raped by men. Our dungeon execution was merely an internal amplification of pleasure.
"Then... should I just have her hanged like other nobles?"
"No. Just send her off with an orgasm. And if you need a term for it, why not just say she was 'Ermond-ed'?"
"Oh."
Nero’s words made my head spin with inspiration.
"Then... I’ll give the order. Tell the dungeon. Ermond... is going to be 'Ermond-ed.'"
By whom?
"The two jailers in the dungeon can finally get to some real work."
* * *
Crunch, crunch.
In a space filled only with blue light, a blond youth stared at a screen while tearing into a fried chicken leg from a large bucket.
The screen moved as if following the eyes of an insect crawling along the floor, dodging the gaze of people walking down the hallway.
The location shown on the screen was the dungeon of Fermaton, where 'Ermond' was being held.
"Wow."
The youth clapped his hands as he saw the state of the captured Ermond.
"No mercy. I wondered if he’d keep her alive for some reason."
Bitch Collars were tightly fastened around Ermond’s wrists and ankles. There was even one around her neck, and chain-like restraints connected to each collar ensured she couldn't move an inch.
"Or was it? Did he mean to keep her alive, but that girl beside him egged him on? Hmm..."
The youth chewed his chicken, looking dissatisfied.
"Sigh. How did he end up so obsessed with someone like that?"
The youth reached toward something shaped like a breast-shaped magic stone and tapped his index finger several times to bring up a photo on the screen.
"Tsk."
It was a garden of some sort.
With a fountain in the background, a black-haired man and woman stood slightly apart, staring straight ahead.
A woman with long black hair, who bore a striking resemblance to the youth, stared forward with an expressionless face. Beside her stood the youth, looking exactly the same except his hair was dyed black.
"...Sigh."
With a heavy face, the youth pulled up another photo.
In this one, the woman was clinging to someone, looking so different from the photo with the youth that they hardly seemed like the same person.
"She’s a total vixen, I swear."
A sturdy-looking youth was awkwardly making a V-sign with his hand, while the long-haired woman was beaming, pressing her breasts right against his arm.
"...Sigh. Well, if that’s what she likes, who am I to say anything? I’ll just enjoy watching what this guy does."
The screen shifted back to the basement where Ermond was imprisoned.
The iron door opened, and two jailers in rather hardcore outfits entered the room. The youth adjusted his posture and gulped down some black liquid in one go.
"What’s he going to do? Show her illusions of being gang-raped? Or maybe bring in some Orcs he caught secretly... Oh, damn."
The youth’s jaw dropped at the scene on the screen.
"Making a lesbian elf wear a pennyban. Even I didn't think of that."
The youth licked his lips with sparkling eyes, focusing on the screen.
"...Maybe I should make something like that for the lower floors."
The youth began to observe Ermond with a serious gaze.
"A tomboy being gang-raped to death by lesbians. Man, where else could you see something like this?"
Watching Ermond die as she peaked from pleasure, the youth drained the rest of the black liquid in his glass.
"Now this is sex. Ah, but does that guy know? That he’s currently killing one of Fermaton’s illegitimate children?"
Should he tell him? Or not?
"Eh, whatever. He’s doing whatever the hell he wants anyway; he’ll figure it out. It’s not like it’ll cause any real problems."
The youth stroked his chin for a moment, then shrugged.
"I’ll just draw some lewd art while watching this gang-bang."
The youth picked up a long stylus.
* * *
Thinking that I shouldn't be the only one having sex, I sent the jailers to teach Ermond the joys of it as well. I wondered if she’d die like Queen Messalina, but since Messalina died during a voluntary gang-bang with men, the cases were different.
"I thought I’d feel uneasy, but this isn't so bad."
I downed the mana milk inside the Dark Jeanne chalice in one gulp. I didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
"Thanks, Nero. I was able to be sure because of you. If you ever think I’ve crossed a line, tell me immediately."
"It is only natural to execute a knight who fails to follow the Lord's orders."
When it came to maintaining an aristocratic mindset, there was no one easier to consult than Nero.
"Is there anything you want?"
"What I want... I’ll be receiving it soon anyway, so is there any need to put it into words?"
"...Hehe. I suppose that’s true."
Nero gave a shy, awkward smile. I turned to her and asked.
"Nero."
"Yes?"
"What color are your panties today?"
"......."
Nero glared at me with a look of temporary contempt, but soon her hand moved toward the hem of her maid uniform skirt.
"This is what they look like."
"......Gulp."
I got an erection. My cock stood bolt upright the moment I saw them.
"I never imagined that plain white with a tiny pink ribbon would be this hot."
"Now that you’ve confirmed it, may I put it back down?"
"Sure. You’ll have to take off more once we’re inside anyway."
Clack.
I opened the door.
"I’m here."
As soon as I opened the door to the sex room, I saw dozens of wine bottles along with neatly arranged fruit and cheese. My knight order was waiting for me, each dressed in various styles of gowns.
How should I put it? It felt like a 1st or 2nd-anniversary party. Perhaps because this world was based on a fantasy game, the dresses they wore were incredibly becoming and beautiful.
"Count. We’re going to go change too."
"Right. I’ll be waiting, so change quickly. But the Knight Captain has to start, so don't be late."
"We’ll be right back."
Laura led the others who had followed us in toward a section partitioned by thin curtains. Beyond the translucent fabric, I could catch glimpses of wardrobes filled with all sorts of dresses.
"Count. Why don't you leave that pleasure for a moment later and have a drink first?"
"Are you suddenly using formal speech with me?"
"I’d prefer it if you spoke down to me from now on as well. To be fair."
Zenith handed me a Dark Jeanne filled with wine. I took the glass and gave a light nod.
"I’ll do that. I can't keep calling you 'Mother' forever."
This was a place to settle old relationships and forge new ones.
"First, I’ll tell you the purpose of the third Mythstone, which I’m sure you’re all curious about."
I pulled the Mythstone from my pocket and pointed to my neck.
"I’m going to have whoever I’m having sex with wear it."
"Pardon?"
"It’s a communal item for the sex room. Its purpose... well, shall we say it makes your body never tire, no matter how many times you climax from my cock? Hehehe."
Everyone’s expressions shifted. They all had looks that said, 'Of course,' or 'If it’s that, then fine'—a mix of slight disappointment and satisfaction.
"Then, from this moment... let the party begin."
Now that I had established a system to conquer the labyrinth.
"Starting with the Knight Captain, it’s pregnancy sex for everyone, in order."
It was time to make everyone here my woman, my wife, and the mother of my children.
"Every single one of you in this room—I’m getting you all pregnant today."