Chapter 45: Give and Take (2)
Chapter 45: Give and Take (2)
Heave, heave. Zenith exhaled raggedly, unable to suppress her simmering rage.
She had been humiliated.
To be asked to show her panties, just like those knightesses who were no better than slaves.
No matter how much of a Young Lord Ruji was, or that he was the de facto master of Fermaton, this was an unmistakable overstep.
But.
What if that was a signal from him?
What would Ruji have done on the spot if she had actually lifted her skirt?
"......."
Zenith couldn't bring herself to make a hasty judgment.
Unlike the others, she bore a heavy responsibility; a single choice made in a moment could lead her straight into the abyss.
Moreover, this wasn't something she could discuss with anyone.
If she went somewhere quiet just to have a sincere talk with Ruji, rumors might spread that the Countess and the Young Lord were involved in 'that kind of relationship.'
Jingle.
Her head grew cluttered with thoughts.
Ruji’s sudden change in behavior was jarring, but she couldn't necessarily call it wrong.
As a Fermaton, it was only natural for him to produce an heir.
"...What if he really intends to get me pregnant?"
If she were to get pregnant...
Then, she would obviously have to make a choice.
Whether to offer the child carrying Ruji’s blood to the Kingdom and live in luxury.
Or to join hands with Ruji, build a kingdom of their own, and live in splendor.
It was all predicated on the assumption of pregnancy, but either way, Zenith would enjoy far more wealth and power than she did now.
However, the former was a clear path of betraying Ruji.
If the latter could be called betraying the Kingdom, Zenith would eventually have to let go of one hand.
Ruji, or the Kingdom.
She thought it was still too early to decide.
"...Sigh."
At times like this, she envied those women.
She especially envied that woman named Laura.
Since she had nothing to her name, she had quietly become Ruji’s possession, spending all her time with him—constantly having sex whenever he ate or worked.
Would she get pregnant?
It hadn't even been a month yet, so it was impossible to tell, but according to the Head Maid, the number of creampies she’d received was at least in the triple digits.
Surely that was an exaggeration.
How could a man and woman have over a hundred creampies when they’d only met a little over two weeks ago?
If Ruji was that starved for sex, why hadn't he acted that way until now?
"...Could it be?"
Zenith’s expression turned pale in an instant.
"Has the curse of the Infinite Labyrinth manifested...? Or is it the opposite?"
She couldn't be sure.
But the man had changed, and Zenith had to take a step forward as well.
So.
For now.
"...Head Maid."
"Yes, Countess."
"Go to the salon and bring me those clothes. The ones I ordered before."
"By 'before'... do you mean that outfit?"
"Yes."
The Head Maid’s eyes grew somber, but Zenith summoned her courage.
"I will verify it myself. Whether he has other intentions, or if he’s simply gone mad for bunny girls."
"But..."
"Aren't you curious?"
Zenith gripped the hem of her skirt with trembling hands.
"F-for now, I am his mother, even if only as a stepmother on paper. To stay quiet all this time and then suddenly try to rape me just because I’m wearing a bunny girl outfit? ...That would mean all that talk about pregnancy is bullshit and he’s just a freak for bunny girls."
"......Understood. If that is your wish, Countess, I shall prepare it."
"Good. Oh, and since I'm doing this, I might as well be thorough."
Zenith lowered her head slightly before adding in a small voice.
"...I’d prefer it if the underwear wasn't black or gold."
* * *
"Haaa. That was good."
After Yurdias, I had completely worn out Laura as well.
After unloading three thick loads of semen into each of their pussies, I laid them both on the bed.
"How is it, Master Astarotte? Have I gotten much stronger?"
"...The criteria for 'much' is vague, but it is certain that your mana increases every time you perform a creampie. Your essence is being converted into mana."
"Good. That’s all that matters."
Sex Magic is incredible.
I’m just eating well and unloading well, yet my knight order is getting stronger.
"At this rate, won't we have the strength to clear the 50th floor before we even enter the Infinite Labyrinth? Hahaha."
"...It’s not entirely outside the realm of possibility."
"Oh?"
"Theoretically, a man’s essence is something naturally generated throughout his life. It’s not created from nothing, but as long as you eat well and maintain your health, Young Lord, your essence will continue to replenish. If that becomes mana for Miss Laura or Miss Yurdias every single day..."
"You’re saying that in terms of mana alone, they’re already at the level of someone who could conquer the 50th floor?"
"...It is a hypothesis."
Basically, that was the gist of it.
Can a character who reached max level using experience gems without ever running a dungeon be deployed in actual combat?
'Of course.'
Stats don't lie.
There might be issues with proficiency or experience, but those can be built up step-by-step while clearing the labyrinth multiple times.
"Interesting. Astarotte. I am truly glad that thanks to you, Master, I can strengthen our forces before even entering the labyrinth. Is there anything you want?"
"......If it wouldn't be an imposition."
Astarotte kept a close eye on the outside before whispering softly into my ear.
"...May I conduct research on your semen here...?"
"...Hmm?"
"I-it’s just a 'what if.' An experiment to see if there might be something in your semen that could break my curse."
Is it really just for an experiment?
Astarotte’s expression was no different than usual.
Her stuttering was just a habit, and her nervousness was likely just worry that the maids might overhear and misunderstand.
My semen wasn't something that could be taken out of the room carelessly.
Since there might be people who would take a tissue stained with my semen and shove it into their pussies to try and get pregnant, letting it leave the room could lead to serious trouble.
That was likely why she was asking to do the research here.
"I don't mind, but I’ll have to fire off a shot first."
"If that’s the case... may I extract it myself?"
Oh.
"...Hmm. That’s unexpected. You want to extract it yourself?"
"Yes. It is strictly part of the research. I will never take it outside and will only conduct my studies here."
"Fine. You’re a trustworthy person, Master."
I lay back on the sofa with my legs spread comfortably, and Astarotte pulled something out from inside her robe.
"...A glass bottle?"
A glass bottle about the size of a gift drink.
Regrettably, it was too small to fit my cock; even the glans wouldn't make it in.
"Excuse me."
Astarotte put on white, latex-like gloves, knelt before me, and cast a spell on the glass bottle.
"Levitation."
Whirrr.
The glass bottle floated into the air and soon began to move like a urinal, following the trajectory of my cock.
"Then, excuse me."
"Hmph...!"
Astarotte’s hands wrapped around my cock. Her hands were so small that she had to use both to fully encompass it, and they began to move with business-like efficiency.
"Please tell me when you are about to ejaculate."
"You think I’ll finish from just this...?"
I think I’m going to finish.
The mental satisfaction and the sense of taboo from something that could never happen in reality were no joke.
Slide, slide.
It wasn't bare skin but white gloves, yet Astarotte’s serious demeanor made my cock throb with intensity.
It felt like a female technician at a waxing shop was handling me.
I was filled with the urge to turn this into a full-blown sexual encounter, but her movements were so mechanical and purposeful that I just tilted my head back toward the ceiling.
"Fuuu..."
Was the handjob awkward?
That didn't matter.
What mattered was that Astarotte was holding my cock.
Whether for research or whatever, she, who had only watched from the side until now, was holding my cock and stroking it with her hands.
'It’s no fun if they spread their legs too easily from the start.'
I wanted to pounce on her right then, but I held back.
When a woman like this eventually becomes a succubus, she’ll be the one truly draining every drop of my semen.
"I will go a little faster."
"Uh, yeah. That... ngh."
Tack, tack, tack.
Astarotte interlaced her fingers over my cock and began to shake it back and forth.
The way she treated it not as a cock, but as a drainage pipe to extract semen, was actually more arousing.
To be subjected to a forced extraction like this—not being squeezed and caressed like in an AV, nor being teased with light touches.
It felt like...
I was about to awaken to a new world...
"...Astarotte. I think I’m about to blow..."
"Pardon? Already?"
"I’m sorry, but I’ve already ejaculated six times. I haven't been sleeping well at night, so I haven't rested enough."
Honestly.
It was so hot I couldn't hold it in.
I wanted to defile that face looking up at me so indifferently with my thick, white liquid.
"I'm coming...!"
I let go and ejaculated with total abandon.
Splurt, splurt!!!
In an instant, the semen shot forward.
Astarotte hurriedly moved the glass bottle with magic, but at the moment of ejaculation, my cock jerked upward slightly.
Pshhh, splat.
"...Ah."
Half went into the glass bottle.
And the other half splashed over the bottle and landed right on Astarotte’s bangs.
"......."
Slide.
Astarotte wiped the semen from her bangs with her hand.
Then, she placed it between her thumb and index finger, pressing and pulling them apart repeatedly.
"...How fascinating. To think this becomes mana."
"Uh, um, are you okay?"
"Pardon?"
"It got on your hair."
"...Ah. Yes, I’m fine. I can just think of it as a reagent getting on me during research."
Thank god.
Truly, thank god.
I know how much women hate getting semen in their hair, so I was terrified for a second, but at least outwardly, Astarotte remained calm.
"But you know, do we really have to do it this way?"
"Then how?"
"Well, I mean. About the glass bottle. Instead of placing it in front with magic when I ejaculate."
I didn't know how Astarotte would react, but there was a more certain way than a glass bottle.
"...How about I come in your mouth and you spit it out?"
"......Ah."
Astarotte looked surprised, as if she hadn't even considered it.
It wasn't because I specifically wanted to come in her mouth-pussy.
It was just a measure to prevent semen from splashing onto her hair.
"Spitting it out... I hadn't thought of that at all."
"Really?"
"Well."
Astarotte glanced toward Laura, who was asleep on the bed.
"Doesn't Miss Laura swallow it every time?"
"......."
Now that I think about it, I might have given Astarotte a bad preconception.
"I... next time, I will bring a larger glass bottle."
"Why?"
"Because..."
Astarotte opened and closed her mouth once toward the tip of my cock.
"...It won't fit."