Ventorino Kingdom - Collapse or Capture (20)
"Clara…."
"Mmm, sorry, Father♡ I… just love Master’s cock too much♥"
“……”
Watching his daughter bury her face between another man’s thighs and rub herself shamelessly against him, Marc quietly closed his eyes.
Truthfully, he had never expected much from her in the first place.
Separate from the fact that he loved his daughter, Marc had always considered Clara, like most royalty and nobles did, to be half an outsider once she married away. Even from the moment she had been promised to Lloyd, she had leaned more toward her man than toward her family.
If he thought of it as her simply changing the target of her devotion from Lloyd to Valdes, the disappointment was easier to bear. Easier, at least in relative terms; that did not mean the sight of her now wasn’t shocking.
Unlike his wife, whom he had lived with for so long that he had seen every possible side of her, his daughter in his memory had always been proud and haughty, yet sweet and lovable to him. But now she was not that at all.
"Haaah… yes, ah… ah… Master's scent… hng…♥"
Clara was sniffing greedily, as though savoring a filthy stench.
Her outfit was just as bad.
In fact, if he judged only by what she was wearing, Clara was even sluttier than his wife Katarina. He had tried his best not to acknowledge it, but the clothes she wore were completely insane.
Katarina had only worn revealing lingerie, but Clara had bizarre accessories layered over everything. A headband with dog ears on top of her head, gloves shaped like paws on both hands, and a tail attached to her ass. She had decked herself out in dog-themed trinkets as if she were some kind of puppy. He couldn’t even tell how the last part was supposed to work.
Noticing that Marc’s gaze had settled on her dog-like accessories, Valdes casually tossed out a comment.
"Cute, right? She’s my pet dog."
“...Ha ha.”
A dry laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it.
Even after hearing him call her a pet dog and all that, Clara just kept barking, "Woof♥," and fawning over Valdes. There wasn’t a trace of a princess’s dignity left in her. Just how much practice did she have to do to sound like such a natural dog?
Marc’s lips twitched.
He thought he had been somewhat prepared for this, but even so, he could not tear his eyes away from his daughter. Only belatedly realizing this, he finally spoke of the one person still left to mention.
"Lloyd… what about Lloyd?"
"Lloyd? Puhuhu…."
She’s laughing…?
"The one you loved so passionately, so passionately…?"
To be honest, it was hard to believe.
He had agreed to her early engagement because of his wife’s strong insistence, and at first he had regretted it too. But after seeing the two of them smiling brightly and loving each other so fervently, he had been relieved. What father wouldn’t want his daughter to be happy, after all?
And yet Clara was laughing at him as though none of that had ever happened.
"You really thought that idiot could be my husband?"
“……”
"A guy with a tiny cock and a rotten personality like his…"
After staring directly at him, Clara suddenly turned her head and bit the edge of Valdes’s underwear. Then she pulled it down in one smooth motion and stripped it off.
Swish… pop, thwack.
"!!"
As the massive obscenity that had been dragged downward with the underwear suddenly sprang free, it slammed straight into Clara’s forehead. It must have hurt quite a bit, given the recoil and the size, but the princess only smiled happily and kissed it.
"Mwah♥ … this is what suits my husband…♥"
“……”
He had thought he was already beyond shock, but Marc’s jaw dropped open.
That "this" Clara had mentioned was obviously referring to the part of a man that was not a man at all. The longing look she gave it as she kissed it was unmistakably directed at that thing. It was absurd enough that she had shifted her affection from Lloyd to Valdes, but the part she called her husband was the cock itself, which was enough to make his head spin.
In the end, Marc had no choice but to tear his eyes away from his daughter as well.
And then, at last, the one woman left.
"R-Rachel…."
He called the name of his illegitimate daughter.
"What’s with that look? Don’t tell me you’re expecting something from me. Honestly."
"Ah…."
The last hope he had left looked at him coldly, with no mercy at all.
He wanted to believe.
He wanted to believe that the person he had seen just now was not Rachel at all, but only an illusion; that in truth she was being held hostage by Valdes. And that what the illusion had spoken was a lie, not the truth. In a situation like this, wasn’t that the more likely possibility?
But it was a vain wish.
"Ahh, I see. You still can’t believe it. Then should I call you like this again? Faa.ther?"
“……”
The real Rachel wore the exact same expression the illusion had shown him.
A cold expression brimming with resentment and hatred.
Rachel was nestled against Valdes’s left side with that look on her face, speaking to him with an attitude completely unlike the one she had always shown Marc.
"Ha… ha ha…."
He knew he shouldn’t be laughing, but he just couldn’t stop. Hot tears spilled from his eyes. He no longer even had the strength to rage.
If he were younger, he would have fought tooth and nail to break free and hurl every curse he knew at them. He would have forced mana to erupt with all his strength to sever the damning mana pressure, then driven power into both legs until the muscles burst and he could smash the floor apart altogether.
But perhaps because he was old, or perhaps because the shock was simply too great, he had no energy left for any of that.
The fist that had kept resisting him to the very end had already loosened, exposing that weak, helpless flesh.
The king lowered his head.
"How was the family reunion?"
“……”
"Hmm, too tired to answer? That’s no fun. You should fight back a little more, get a little angrier. That makes revenge feel so much better."
“……”
"What, you won’t take the bait, or are you really out of strength? Tsk. You really are old, Marc. The man they once called the Unbreakable Greatsword, and look at you now, huh?"
Despite Valdes’s taunting and the many needling words he threw at him, Marc gave no reply. He only stared silently at the floor.
Valdes was disappointed. Revenge was enjoyable no matter what, but it was always more thrilling when the target struggled as hard as they could. Only then did their despair deepen, after all.
On that point, he had been looking forward to this quite a bit.
Marc had once been famous since his youth as a stubborn, unyielding warrior with a will of steel.
No, the warrior Marc was already dead, back when he watched the old dynasty be wiped out.
"Tsk. More boring than I expected. I put in so much effort and preparation just for you. Still, maybe the others will be better? Manuel, Claudi, Angelina, Luciano. Those bastards should at least be a little more fun."
Valdes thought of the four former comrades still remaining.
The Great Mage, the Saintess, the elf archer, the dwarf paladin.
Every one of them was a deranged freak, and every one of them had absurd talent. Those talents had lifted them beyond ordinary people, and naturally, they were the kind of bastards who lived worshipping themselves. Their pride was immense, their narcissism enormous. There was no question they would resist fiercely when broken.
At that moment, Marc slowly lifted his head and asked in a trembling voice,
"...Why… why are you doing this…?"
"What?"
"Why… why do this to me, to my family…?"
"...Ha!"
This time it was Valdes’s turn to snort in disbelief.
"What a joke. But before I answer, let me ask you something a bit late. Why did you betray me?"
“……”
"I have a rough idea. But I want the exact reason, straight from your mouth. Go on, tell me."
"...You, you know the truth of that day…."
"Bullshit. For that?"
"Wh-what do you mean, for that…?"
"I mean for that. You betrayed a comrade, an ally, a friend—the man who had crossed countless battlefields with you, sharing life and death—because you couldn’t trust him."
“……”
"I never believed his story in the first place. But your betrayal, ironically, made me certain."
"Th-that’s…."
Marc’s eyes trembled. He looked as though he couldn’t believe it, but to Valdes that was laughable too. If Marc had known Valdes didn’t believe it, would he really have chosen not to betray him?
Valdes didn’t think so for a second.
"Don’t bullshit me. Whether I believed you or not, you would’ve killed me. You were scared. You’d already stopped being the warrior Marc a long time ago and become a greedy noble bloated on power."
"N-no…!! I…!!"
Marc shouted his denial with renewed force, as if he had regained his vigor. But his reaction only proved he had been struck exactly where it hurt.
"Whatever. The rest of the reason is obvious. Jealousy toward me. That’s it, isn’t it?"
"I-I… I…!"
"No need for pathetic excuses. I don’t care enough to listen. I’ll answer your question now. Why am I doing this to you, to your family? Simple. You took my life. So I’m going to take your life, and everything else you have besides."
"...!!"
"You think that’s too much? You feel sorry for your family? Not my problem. Don’t worry. Your family will live happily enough. Whatever form that happiness takes. ...Ah, your son’s been especially happy lately too."
"W-what? Y-you!! Valdes!! Even my son—!! What did you do to Alphonso—!!"
At the mention of Alfonso, Marc reacted far more violently than expected.
More so than when he had seen the shameless display of his wife and two daughters with his own eyes. It wasn’t that he cared less about the rest of his family than he did about his son. Rather, he had thought Alfonso was the only one who had escaped Valdes’s claws, and now it seemed he, too, had already been caught in something.
"What’s wrong? I said he’s happy."
"That’s impossible nonsense—!!"
"It’s true. Honestly, you really didn’t know, did you?"
"Know what?"
"Exactly. Do you know what your son’s expression has been like lately?"
“……”
"Of course you don’t. You’re too busy being obsessed with your own daughter and thinking about running to brothels every day."
"N-no… I…."
"Ah, whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter to me. Anyway, your son is happy. And I didn’t even do much. It was all his mother."
"Wh-what are you talking about…?"
Valdes and Marc both turned their eyes to Katarina at the same time.
Under the intense gaze of the two men, she flinched. Then she sent a slightly frightened look back at Valdes. The boy found himself wondering why she was acting like that, and then he quickly understood the reason and chuckled.
"Ah, don’t worry. I honestly don’t care about the old dynasty stuff. Handle it with Rachel however you want."
"Oh. Y-yes…."
The newly revealed truths were deeply confusing for the three women as well.
They had managed to keep their expressions together and overcome the revelation that Valdes was the Hero Pedro, but anything beyond that was too much. Even that single fact had already pushed them to their limit. If they hadn’t already planned things in advance with Valdes, they would have been just as flustered as Marc.
"Hng, yes, mmm, hhaa… Master…♥"
Of course, there was also the woman who had simply finished her internal struggle in a heartbeat and was now diligently sucking the cock in front of her.
"A-ah, so… hehe, yes, that’s right♥ Our lovely Al… I raised him properly into a good little masochistic pervert♥"
"...What? Y-you crazy bitch…."
"Wasn’t that what the boy wanted too? A son who spies on his mother’s sex and keeps touching a cock he’ll never even get to use would be more than enough for that, don’t you think?♥"
"This… this is… insane. The world must be insane…."
At last, Marc began shaking his head and denying reality itself.
"Pedro… no, Valdes… Pedro…."
"What."
"How… how can I get my family back? Huh? If I give you my life, if I die, will you release them…? From this hellish bondage…?"
“……”
Valdes silently looked at Marc, who was crying and begging from the opposite bed. The man seemed even older now under the force of the shock, his body somehow smaller and more frail. For Valdes, whose memory still held a far stronger image of Marc from eighteen years ago than from just recently, the difference stood out even more sharply.
But it didn’t move him.
"Why would I?"
"Wh-why…? Revenge. Revenge should just be on me, you son of a bitch—!! At least that’s the proper thing to do—!!!"
"I don’t care."
The old king screamed and wailed.
Valdes neither pitied him nor resented him deeply anymore.
He had already wrung nearly all the pleasure he could out of exacting revenge on him. It would be a lie to say the hatred had fully vanished, but it was no longer amusing to keep watching him fall apart. By now, his mind was already moving on to the next target, reshaping the plan around it.
"Kill me!! Just kill me!! Give me back my wife, my daughters, my son!! Give them back to me—!!!"
"Nope."
Valdes tightened his arms around the two women on either side of him. At the same time, he closed his legs and drove Clara’s head deeper between his thighs, where she was licking his cock.
"These are already mine."
"You bastard…!! You damned bastard!! You’ll never finish your revenge!! You’ll die horribly halfway through—!!"
"Tsk, tsk. Sorry, but if I were going to be taken down by a curse that empty and meaningless, it would’ve happened long ago, idiot. Do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed with my own hands?"
"KRAAAAAAH──!!!"
"Ugh, what an obnoxious racket."
Frowning, he casually snapped his fingers and sealed Marc’s mouth. As he had done before, he blocked only the sound, so that no matter how furiously his mouth and tongue moved, not a single noise could be heard.
It was fine for his revenge target to struggle as much as he liked, but it was too late to hold Valdes’s interest now. Besides, from here on out he intended to ignore Marc and do something far more entertaining. The opening act of his complete mental destruction was about to begin.
"Rachel."
"Y-yes… yes…."
When her name was called, Rachel trembled faintly in a shy posture and moved toward Valdes.
"Slurp, slurp, ngh, hngh, mmmf…♥"
"Haaah, Clara. Stop sucking. And I couldn’t say it earlier, but who gave you permission to call my cock your husband? It’s still too good for you."
With a light kick, Valdes pushed away the princess’s body, which was still latched onto his cock, and wrapped an arm around Rachel’s waist. Then he glanced over at Marc, whose mouth was still moving furiously without a sound, and smiled.
"I’m going to enjoy your second daughter’s virginity."
Thrust!!
"Ah, or is 'the woman you love' a better way to put it?"