Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Innocent Princess and the Vicious Knight (11)
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'Ah, how...'
Delicious♡
The moment she thought a man's saliva could taste this good.
"You're eating it up so well? My Etilene."
At the name he called her while stroking her head like she was something precious.
"...Hic!"
Her senses snapped back to reality.
It felt just like the first time she'd gotten drunk, stumbled around slurring her words at her father, and gotten smacked on the back.
'Ah, I must be fucking crazy...'
How could she get so excited just from his touch on her tongue, slurping up his saliva like that? It wasn't his hand—it was self-loathing that crushed her chest.
"Haha. That's enough for today."
"......"
Etilene clamped her lips shut so tightly they nearly mashed together. She didn't want to respond to him, of course, but more than that, she felt like if she opened her mouth now, her aroused breaths would spill out.
She waved her hand as if to shoo him away quickly, but he didn't leave right away.
"Let's set our schedule."
"......"
She didn't answer. No, she couldn't.
Both of them could be certain. If those pretty lips parted now, the first thing out would be a moan, followed by excited breaths.
"No answer? Well, doesn't matter. We're both busy, so let's make it one hour a day."
Etilene frantically nodded up and down, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.
It was too good a deal.
In her current state, it was a condition she'd have to beg for. If she was falling apart from just her tongue, what about the other parts? The remaining 13 days? Better to lock in the time limit than worry about being tormented by him all day.
"The location will naturally be provided by Lady Etilene, right?"
"From tomorrow, we'll meet here during afternoon rest time."
"If Lady Etilene is late, time extends by that much—as a given."
"Conversely, if I'm late, I'll just subtract that time."
"Oh, and you won't head out on other missions in these two weeks, right?"
"I'm sure Lady Etilene wouldn't do something so absurd."
"Finally."
She nodded along without a hint of refusal.
The conditions were generally favorable. There was room to haggle, but sending Valdes away quickly was her top priority.
"I won't insert of my own will."
"......?"
She thought she'd misheard. No insertion?
"Of course, I mean my cock. I'll use fingers or tongue."
"......Hngh."
His vulgar words nearly made her gasp. How could he say that out loud himself?
No, that wasn't the point now. No penetration of her pussy. That was a huge advantage for her. Giving that up? It was beyond comprehension—she could only think he was an idiot.
"You look thrilled... I'm curious how you'll feel later."
"...Hmph."
Valdes smirked mockingly at her, waving his saliva-drenched hand.
"......"
Her body trembled. Proof of her defeat on day one—the traces of her own arousal.
"When I shove this cock in, it'll be when Lady Etilene wants it herself."
"!!"
"No way that'll happen? You don't know that. But don't worry. Even if I put it in... as long as there's no kiss, Lady Etilene won't lose."
He pointed to his crotch with a finger swollen stiff from her saliva. Even without a drop splattered, it bulged more than all five fingers combined.
She had to admit it. His words stirred her heart. Just no kiss. No kiss and it's fine. In a way, kissing was the mildest skinship.
If he went straight for the intense stuff, maybe she'd think no need for a kiss.
"13 days left now, right? If no insertion, aren't you curious what I'll do during that time?"
"......"
"I'll torment Lady Etilene's erogenous zones. Just like today."
"?!"
"Divide the total seven spots into two days each. Tomorrow and next: tongue. Then neck and collarbone. Next: breasts."
Her body twitched in response.
Every time he named a body part, it squirmed. Her erogenous zones, desperate for a man's touch, clamoring for their turn as the days passed.
"Belly and armpits, buttocks, legs overall, and finally... pussy."
This was...
─Drip.
Too dangerous.
………♥
Even setting aside his bet with Etilene, Valdes's schedule was always packed.
For starters, he'd passed Serennia's not-quite-a-test. And with her highest praise, at that.
She couldn't help but recognize his talent and skill. Until now, she'd only heard tales from others, but seeing it firsthand made it real. Mercedes's praise wasn't exaggerated.
Serennia's skill outshone even the princess's. Her eyes for gauging talent and estimating prowess were no exception.
Just from what Valdes showed, shivers ran through her entire body.
"I'm jealous of the mercenary who raised you."
"Pardon? What's that out of the blue?"
"To watch a genius like you grow up right beside them—what greater joy for a teacher?"
"Then now it's the Commander's turn to enjoy that."
"Heh. ...Master."
"Yes?"
"Call me Master in private."
This was the conversation flowing between them. A smile never left Serennia's face the whole time, naturally.
In the end, Valdes became Serennia's disciple: one hour in the morning, one in the afternoon—two hours total daily training. It was amusing for him, who'd taught her swordsmanship himself, but two hours alone with the hard-to-approach her was a big perk.
That locked in at least three hours a day.
The rest of his time: join training sessions, steadily soothe Mercedes, manage Elza and Glet.
He didn't forget gathering info and handling tasks in between.
"Serennia's family situation...? Why do you ask?"
At Mercedes's wariness, Valdes played coy.
"Just looks like there's something there."
"...That obvious?"
She tilted her head.
Serennia never aired family matters outside. She never showed it easily, always hearty and dignified. Plus, early on, they were famously lovey-dovey. Married over ten years with no one knowing until rumors started now—there was reason for it all.
"I have good instincts, sis."
"Liar. You're just saying that to charm women."
Day five back in the capital. Their relationship with Glet was already exposed.
Of course, Valdes had no intention of hiding it.
"So you hate it?"
"Of course n— Hnng... Wait..., at work, ngh, don't touch my breasts... "
"Really? Your outfit seems like it wants me to touch them."
"Ahng..."
Mercedes usually favored armor.
She ate dinner in it, only removing it for baths, then changing to nightclothes, and donning a dress next morning for the royal breakfast. Otherwise, always in armor—that was the knight she was.
But since returning from the mission with Valdes, in the office at least, she ditched the armor for light attire.
One reason.
"Haa, ngh... Aaang...♡"
Valdes was thoroughly satisfying that reason.
Squish-squish-squish.
"Getting aroused from a squire groping your tits in the office—you really are a pervert, sis."
"Ngh, hn... But, hng... he's my lover too♡ Hnng, yes, ah, there, ngh... right there feels good♡"
Not satisfied with groping her breasts from behind, he pulled back her chair and slipped between her and the desk.
"Lift your clothes."
"Okay..."
The princess knight, with a shy woman's face, pinched her hem and slowly lifted it.
Her beautifully curved breasts emerged, wrapped in white lingerie. Valdes once thought bigger was always better, but after seeing and touching hers so much, he realized shape mattered too.
"As expected. Hook's in the front, huh?"
"F-For Vald to take it off easily..."
"Good girl."
He flicked the hook off lightly. Even without the bra, her perky breasts stayed firm, not sagging.
"Haa, aa, qui-quickly..."
Mercedes's breasts, already lost in ecstasy, heaved up and down with her breathing. It felt like they were alive on their own, like mini slimes in human flesh tone.
Squelch—knead-knead-knead-knead.
But the feel would be different. Never groped a slime like a perv, but Valdes was certain this was overwhelmingly better.
Soft and jiggly, yet snapping back to shape no matter how kneaded, with perfect elasticity. The ideal form craftsmen dreamed of for spring steel weapons was right here.
"Heheung... Ah, go-good... Ahng, Vald, ngh, aren't sis's tits... pretty?"
"Beautiful. Cock-throbbingly hot. Makes me wanna paint 'em white."
"Haa, ngh, paint 'em white with your cock... Hnng♡ Then... shall I?"
Mercedes eyed his crotch with lustful gaze. She wanted to soothe her aroused little brother's hardness with her breasts.
"Someone might barge in suddenly."
"It's fine. Sis'll milk it quick, slurp-slurp♡"
Truthfully, it was a bit risky even now.
If everyone knocked first, maybe, but one person barged in without. Serennia, thinking they'd only gone as far as kissing, would swing her sword if she saw this.
"Or... Hnng, have Elza stand watch? ...Haahng!"
Flinch.
Elza, helping with paperwork in the corner while stealing glances, jolted at her sudden name. She'd been hoping for her turn, but now it felt like lightning strike.
"Don't bully Elza too much. You tormented her plenty then."
"Haa, hng! B-But... you told me to, Vald. Haaang... Elza's moans were so lewd and cute."
"True. And you're the same, sis."
Valdes said, putting strength into his hands.
"Heeeut! Ah, haha, ah, haaaang...!!"
"That's why I keep bullying you."
"Yes, yes! Bully me more, more...♡"
Her breasts shifted shapes like clay in a child's hands. The Lewd Tattoo Magic reacted to his touch, heightening her sensitivity and drowning her in pleasure.
"Plus."
Glance.
"Sending out a squire whose pussy's that soaked—what kinda talk would she hear?"
"!!"
Elza trembled.
Caught rubbing her thighs while peeking, leaking juices everywhere. But before shame hit, she got excited—maybe he'd punish her?
Knowing well what she liked, Valdes mouthed a signal to Elza.
Work. Hard. Or. Get. Punished. Later.
'...Yesss♥'
Told her punishment awaited, she focused on papers. Tons left. Better erotic punishment than real.
"...Plus, if you set watch, rumors'll spread."
"Ru... Hng, mors?"
Mercedes's pleasure-glazed eyes cleared briefly.
"Ngh, come to think... "
"Why?"
"Vald, you... Hnng, and Lady Etilene, ahhuk, rumors... are spreading?"
"Oh, really?"
It was planned, actually. Two spotlight figures secretly meeting one hour daily for four days straight in a room. Officially sword advice—who knew the truth?
Of course weird rumors would fly. Etilene hadn't expected it. She vaguely guessed rumors, but not this fast. And Valdes fanned the flames indirectly.
"Yeah, hng! ...No, explain properly, heuk! Straight...♡"
"Well, Lady Etilene..."
He didn't panic at her interrogation. He'd orchestrated the rumor spread indirectly—no way he wasn't prepared.
No excuses.
He explained everything: Etilene peeping their affair, demanding they break up, leading to the bet.
"Lady Etilene... Never pegged her for that. ...Nghut."
"Normal reaction, yeah. But... outrageous, right?"
"Haa, yes... Super outrageous."
"So let's torment that outrageous knight's pussy together. Wouldn't she be happy sharing with sis?"
"W-Would, hng, ...she?"
She didn't refuse. She'd already okayed little sis Marie for him. Better in front than sneaky behind-the-scenes.
"My sis is so sweet. As reward..."
Valdes lightly pressed her puffy pink nipple with his thumb, then twisted.
"Kyaaahut!"
Her head snapped back, hitting the soft backrest.
"Time to let you cum."
"Ah, ah, ahng! ...Haaak! Ah, ang, ang, hiiiing─!!"
Even after one climax, his hands didn't stop. His persistent fingers tormented her nipples, stacking orgasms until they turned deep pink.
"N-Ngh, ah, ngh, st-stop... nipples... too tight, nooo...♥"
"Ten times here today......"
Knock knock.
"Sis, it's Marie. ...Can I come in?"
