Ventorino Kingdom - Collapse or Fall (21)
"I’ll savor your second daughter’s maidenhood."
Thud!
"Ah, or should I say the woman I love more than your second daughter?"
"……!!!"
Marc clenched his teeth. It wasn’t as if straining his vocal cords would have let a sound out anyway. But that wasn’t the only reason. Rather than continue uselessly screaming, he began to express himself with his body.
He put so much force into his fist that his nails dug into his own flesh, and red blood soaked into the bedsheets. Yet Marc did not seem to feel the pain at all, nor did he think to unclench his fist. His entire mind was already locked onto the scene before him through his wide-open eyes.
"Hah, ngh, ahh…!"
Now it wasn’t just his eyes that were drawn to her. Even his ears had become fixated on her.
The hidden daughter he had never known existed. A bastard born from the blood of two dynasties.
A girl who hated him to the marrow of her bones, yet made him tremble as though he had found a new love.
Rachel Ventorino.
Right now, she was moaning in pain and pleasure before his eyes.
She wore barely-there, obscene lingerie, sat on the lap of a man who was not him, and had spread her legs wide to accept that grotesque thing deep inside her precious womanhood. Between the joining of flesh and flesh, several thin streaks of blood were trickling down her soft skin.
"……."
He remembered what Rachel had said.
"Heehee. You’re going to be very surprised. I prepared a very big gift for you. Today… I’m going to give you my virginity…♥"
It really had been exactly as she said.
Only the target had not been him.
Marc lowered his head again and stared blankly at the disgracefully limp thing hanging there. It was smeared only with his own filthy sweat. No blood, no arousal, no semen clung to it.
Come to think of it, the bed was awfully sticky. Some of that tackiness had to be the sweat he’d shed while thrashing his hips at an illusion, but Marc soon realized the greater part of it was his own spilled semen. He had ejaculated into nothing at all, so it was obvious where that semen had ended up.
"……."
He lifted his head once more.
There, Valdes was moving his hips in small, careful motions, considering Rachel’s comfort. The girl, whose frame was only about half Marc’s size, flinched softly with each thrust in the arms of a boy about her age and let out breathy, heated sighs.
Just moments ago, Rachel had worn the very same expression while nestled in his own arms. If he looked only at her reaction, the Rachel he had held had been even more intense. Though she was still a virgin, she had already been drowning in an ecstatic climax as though she felt no pain at all.
And that was why it felt all the more real.
What he had held in his arms had been a false illusion through and through, and the girl now being fondled on the chest by Valdes was the real Rachel.
The strength in Marc’s fist grew and grew, and the nails that had been digging into his skin sank even deeper, beginning to tear the flesh around them as well. Apparently Valdes’s magic had been targeted only at his head, because the sound of his nails rending skin rang grotesquely across the bed.
"Nngh, ahh, ahh… ngh, haa…♡"
And on the opposite bed, the room was filled with the wet friction of flesh rubbing against flesh and the woman’s throaty moans.
"……."
This time Marc lifted his head to stare at the ceiling.
The words Valdes had spoken while tearing Rachel’s hymen came back to him with cruel clarity.
He still couldn’t understand the exact source of the fury boiling inside him.
Was it because the second daughter he had only just learned existed had been stolen from him? Or because the woman he loved had been taken away? He couldn’t tell. Either one would have been a shock, but the latter cut far deeper. The first had been someone he had not even known existed until today, but the second—however brief the time—had been love.
I… I….
Then, deep in his chest, bombs of emotion began detonating one after another.
Rage. Hatred. Self-loathing. Resentment. Loss. Jealousy. Regret. Madness.
"Ahh…."
Before long, Marc was swallowed by a whirlpool of feelings he himself could not understand, and he fell blank.
"To lose your mind already? Then this is… no. I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore."
Valdes muttered as he looked down at that enemy of his.
He wasn’t doing this only to torment Marc further. He was also doing it because it would have been a waste not to use what he had prepared, and because, at the very least, he’d wanted to enjoy a night of wild abandon with this particular mother-and-daughter pair at least once.
One of them was technically in a somewhat ambiguous blood relationship, but by lineage they were unquestionably sisters, and in any case they were close enough to count as mother and daughter. Their little mother-daughter-and-sister rice bowl was different from the neighboring kingdom’s tearful, chaotic kind, and that made it even more novel and interesting.
"So? Does it feel good?"
"Haaah, haa…! I-I don’t know…♡ It feels weird… haaah, ah, my pussy feels weird…♡"
For all she said she didn’t know, Rachel wore a rather beautiful expression. At least by a man’s standards—Valdes’s standards, that was.
The sight of the girl, cheeks flushed red, mouth half-open as she spilled moans and ragged breaths, was full of sensuality. It was enough to erase any memory of the gaunt, venomous orphan from the slums he had first met.
That said, she wasn’t tumbling headfirst into sexual pleasure the way Clara had. She was more like a normal girl in love, trying to please a man by relying on the pleasure she found in the pain of breaking through her first barrier, and gradually becoming accustomed to intercourse.
Rachel might not truly love Valdes, but she did feel immense gratitude and debt toward him, and that was enough for her to strive to please him. Even the filthy word she had just let slip from her mouth had been part of that effort.
It had been drilled into her by Irena, his secretary and second wife, who knew Valdes extremely well. There hadn’t been time for much practice, but even so it had been surprisingly effective.
"Nngh, nghh, oooh…!"
"Don’t tense up too much. Relax."
"Y-yes…! Ah, nghhh…! Haaah♡"
Valdes told her to calm down, but he did not stop moving. On the contrary, he kept prodding insistently and deeply, searching for the girl’s most sensitive spots.
Rachel’s frame was a little smaller than Mari’s. Naturally, with his large member grinding against a slit that had barely loosened at all, there was no way she could have remained composed. Add in his hips shifting this way and that as he hunted for weakness, and Rachel had no chance of collecting herself.
"A-ahn, ahn, haah…! Hh, ngh, ah, Valde, sth-niim…♡ Rachel pussy, hic! It’s, it’s weird…♡"
"Hm. You’re taking it better than I expected, though. Good job. You’re very obedient."
"Hah! Hahng! A-ah, am I, am I doing well…? I’m obedient…?"
"Yeah, very well. You’re incredibly obedient."
"Ah, yes, yes♥ Rachel will do, do even better, nghk! I’ll be a good girl♥"
The hand of Valdes, which had been kneading her breasts, paused for a moment, then began moving again.
So that’s it.
A glint of realization appeared in his eyes.
As expected, Rachel reacted strongly to being told she was doing well and that she was obedient. He had already caught a glimpse of that tendency before, and Irena had also reported it through Yueli’s spirit.
Ah, speaking of spirits, I just remembered. I’d forgotten about that Ma-in.
The former vice-captain of the royal guard he had worked over through Mari and Ethylene. The Ma-in, Jurina. He had briefly played around with her and found it entertaining, but then he’d gotten distracted and forgotten about her. He would need to deal with her before leaving here as well.
Making sure to carve that into some corner of his mind so he would not forget this time, he refocused on Rachel.
He had never seen it with his own eyes, but from what he could infer, Rachel had been raised from childhood under her mother Isabel’s relentless instruction to feel intense resentment, hatred, and thirst for revenge against Marc. Most likely that had been done by using the praise and affection that most children craved as bait.
But there was no way that had been sufficiently rewarded. That only deepened the grudge. Then, before any results could be achieved, Isabel had died, and that resentment would have been redirected toward the father she had never even met, Valdes guessed.
That was why Rachel longed for praise and affection from others.
When I think about it like that, she really is pitiable.
Valdes, who had already softened a little, reached out with his free hand and stroked Rachel’s hair. His revenge against Marc was effectively finished, so she no longer had any practical use—but he had no intention of simply throwing her away.
As it happened, Irena would probably like her, so he was planning to train her as a new secretary and bring her under his wing. He also intended to use her as a powerful symbol: living proof of the Ventorino royal bloodline now under his control. And the price he planned to pay Rachel was the affection and praise she would desire after her revenge. Of course, the best way to give her that was to join bodies with her directly.
"Ah, nnngh, hahaaah…♥"
Sure enough, the effect was immediate.
"It’s been like this from long ago, but your revenge is over, and you have no family left. Right, Rachel?"
"Y-yes, hehe…."
"Then we’ll be your family."
"Hah, ahn, ahn, nnngh…!"
"Irena, Yueli, myself, and the many women of mine besides… we’ll be your new family. Well, Katarina and Clara are here too… that’s fine, right?"
"Y-yes, hehe♥ I-It’s fine… I like it…! Hah, hahhng…!! So… p-please praise me more…♥"
Rachel rubbed her back and the back of her head against Valdes, hungering for his praise and affection. Doing the cutest thing she could think of in that moment, the first thing that came to her before her brain was entirely swallowed by pleasure. In response, Valdes lifted her chin and kissed her.
"Mm, mhm, mmph, slurp…♥"
Somehow, her first kiss came after her first sex, but Rachel was in no state to think about something like that, nor did she care much.
"Haa, haaah, ah, ahhng…♥ Valdes-sama, Valdes niiim…♥ Please, make me… make Rachel… into Valdes-sama’s family…♥"
"Yeah, into the family…"
"A baby, please give me a baby…♥"
"…What?"
Her words left Valdes stunned, and even the two women nearby who had been watching Rachel with expressions full of wariness and jealousy were thrown off.
It was such a sudden, utterly out-of-left-field statement.
Unmoved by the surprise around her, Rachel pleaded with Valdes as though no one else existed. Having grown gradually more accustomed to pleasure and sex, she was now exerting force inside herself, squeezing his cock tightly as she begged greedily for his semen.
"Hngh, family. We have to become family… so please, put a baby in Rachel’s womb, haaah…♥ Fill the strong little baby palace stronger than the royal palace with lots and lots of thick baby juice, mm, so there’ll be babies everywhere…♥ And even if the residents change every year, heegh! Rachel’s womb will still belong to Valdes-sama♥♥"
"Haha…."
At her brazen words, Valdes actually stopped moving his hips and let out a dry laugh.
It was the result of the wrong education she had received from her mother, mixed with the half-learned knowledge she had picked up while working in the pleasure district. Rachel had come to believe that a man and a woman needed a baby in order to truly become a family. And all the filthy phrases she was spewing now had also been gathered from that former workplace.
Valdes quickly regained his composure and thought that he would have to give her proper instruction later, then began thrusting his hips again with renewed vigor.
"Nngh, haah, nghh…!"
"Right, not now—but I’ll definitely get you pregnant later."
"Y-yes, hehe! I like it better now, but, haaah! …Please, please make me a child♥"
"Yeah, of course I will!"
Matching the pleasure Rachel had grown accustomed to, Valdes increased both his strength and his speed, driving his cock deeper into her pussy.
Taking a short break from moving his hips hadn’t reset his urge to cum. Rachel had a tight pussy suited to her small frame, with vaginal muscles that clenched down hard. And once he followed Irena’s instruction and forced her to squeeze with even more pressure, his cock reacted in no time at all.
"Hah, hahh…!"
"Ahn, haah! Aah, nghh…! I-I’m cumming! Valdes-sama…! Haa, Rachel…! With Valdes-sama’s cock, hheh! I-I’m going to cum─!!"
Rachel was the first to go.
Replacing the pain that had already vanished without a trace, her entire body was now brimming with the pleasure of sex Valdes was giving her. She had endured admirably for a virgin, but his promise to make her a child was enough to make Rachel lose all reason.
"Kya, kyahh! Ngh, ngh, hheek…♥"
The girl sat on the boy’s lap and trembled violently, squirting arousal all over the floor.
As a result, Clara, who was beneath her, got the worst of it.
"Ugh! I’m cumming too!"
And then Valdes’s own release followed.
Pssht! Pshushush! Fwip, brrrt! Bwet, brrrrett!!
The massive amount of semen that poured into Rachel for the first time could not remain trapped in such a narrow space for long, and soon it was spurting back out through the seams where their bodies joined. At first it came squirting like a water gun, with little puffs and spurts like a burst of arousal, but after a moment it began to ooze downward in thick, molten waves, as though it were lava.
"Ah, Master’s semen! I’ll clean it up, I’ll clean it up…♥"
The princess, who had been frowning after being splashed by her half-sister’s arousal, saw that and immediately brightened with a beaming smile. She rushed in eagerly and began slurping up the semen.
As a result, Rachel, unwillingly, wound up having part of her pussy sucked as well, and let out another shrill cry—"Hik, hiek! N-no, don’t…♥ It’s already, already gone…♥"—while her body shook all over again.
"Phew…."
Once the climax had more or less settled, Valdes slowly pulled out of Rachel, not caring at all whether Clara drank down the semen flowing beneath him or not.
"Hee, heehee…♥"
Then he carefully laid Rachel down on the upper side of the bed.
After finishing his first round, the boy turned his head to look around—and found two glittering gazes fixed on him.
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