Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Crumbling Women (2)
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"Haa, Valdes... Nngh... give it to me...♡"
Even as she panted for breath, she made her plea to him with clear pronunciation.
"Put it in... please...♥"
"No."
"...Pardon?"
A firm refusal without a moment's hesitation.
Etilene froze on the spot. Her eyes darted ceaselessly, betraying just how flustered she was.
"Ahh..."
Soon, her pupils clouded over with shock and despair.
All she wanted was that one thing, and she'd been waiting for him with nothing else in mind.
Just yesterday, she'd been certain it would be fine. It was only a day off, after all. Even if her body had surrendered to him, she still had no intention of offering her virginity. Her pride as a woman and as a noblewoman urged her to guard her kisses and her maidenhood alike.
She'd told herself it was just practice. That after chasing Valdes away, things could return to normal.
But after spending a day without him, she realized the truth. This female body of hers no longer belonged to her—or even to House Profilene.
It belonged to Valdes.
In the end, she'd taken the day off.
Love juices kept leaking from below nonstop, making it impossible to focus on training. She'd waited for him while staining the floor with her fluids until she couldn't take it anymore and ended up masturbating alone on the bed.
But she couldn't cum. Her body had already been trained so it could only climax for him. Only his touch, his body heat, his scent, his cock were permitted to grant her a proper orgasm.
And even then, Valdes had shown up late.
She'd even resolved to cast aside her noble pride and offer her virginity to him.
Only to be rejected.
"Why... why not...? Why won't you? Take my virginity with your cock, Lord Valdes... You said you'd put it in if I asked..."
Etilene clutched at his clothes, her face on the verge of tears. Begging a man like this was a first. She had never even pleaded with her father this way.
But she was at her limit. No matter how much she rubbed her clit or plunged her fingers into her entrance, she couldn't cum. Losing her virginity to a finger or a tool felt utterly pathetic by comparison. Better to have her hymen pierced by a cock like Lady Mercedes's, she thought.
"I did say I'd fuck your holes whenever you wanted..."
Valdes's left lip corner slowly curled up, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
"...but I never said I'd do it unconditionally, did I? Don't I get a say in this too?"
"...?!"
He had a point.
She'd been far too naive from the start. Even knowing this man wasn't the kind type, she'd assumed his fondness for women meant he'd naturally mate with her.
Indignation, disappointment, and shame made her body tremble.
"But Etilene, you're such a pervert."
His hand slid downward, pressing against her pussy.
"Nngh...!"
A wet squelch accompanied her moan.
"W-wait... Ah! Hn, hngh...♡"
Squirt, squirt! ...Gush, gush...
"Haa, haaah..."
She came.
Not even inside her—just a light press on her mound. She squirted like a man, flooding the area with her juices.
Her already soaked hole grew even wetter, and her sweat-and-fluid-drenched thighs glistened as if she'd just emerged from a bath. Even a street whore might be in better shape than this.
And yet.
'Ahh... so good...♥'
It had been two days since she'd felt his touch—the bliss of climax.
Etilene buried her face in Valdes's chest, drool spilling from her lips.
Her expression was no longer that of a knight, but pure lewdness. Still, it brought her one realization: this bet was unwinnable. One thing puzzled her, but his next words made it clear.
"Cumming all over someone else's pants like a slut. What are you doing? Clean it up."
"Nngh...♡ I'm sorry..."
She scrambled for a cloth, but he grabbed her.
"Where do you think you're going? You made the mess—you clean it."
"...? ...Ah..."
Etilene slowly sank to her knees. Tentatively, she extended her tongue and licked his pants while lost in thought.
"Lick, lick... Mmm... Slurp...♡"
'What this man—Lord Valdes—wanted wasn't my body... it was to train me.'
Now it all made sense.
Why he always used such commanding tones during their bet sessions. Why he meticulously developed her erogenous zones bit by bit, tormenting her. He wasn't thinking moment to moment—he was planning for the long haul.
He probably wouldn't fuck her even on the very last day.
"Hmm. It's not getting any cleaner."
"Ah, s-sorry..."
"The pants are fine now. But... my hand's a bit dirty too?"
"Ah... please, may I clean Lord Valdes's hand for you...?"
I wasn't a knight. At least not in front of him. I was just a bitch in heat, desperate to serve his body.
Admitting that to herself eased her mind a little. It even made shameless words slip out—words no servant would utter.
"Call me Master."
"...Yes, Master.♥"
"Suck."
"Th-thank you."
Still on her knees, she reverently licked the hand he offered.
Tasting his hand after so long was absurdly delicious. It had been nearly a week since she'd last done this. Aside from the first two days, he hadn't let her anywhere near it.
"Mmm, slurp... Lick, smooch... Haa...♥"
She understood why the revered Lady Mercedes had fallen for him.
Having gone even deeper than this—how could any woman escape? Maintaining her usual dignified poise as a royal princess and knight was impressive in itself.
"Today was... the ass, right?"
"Mmph, slurp... Haa, yes... Yesterday and today were the ass."
"Might as well do this one too while we're at it."
Etilene was only wearing a top anyway. Valdes squatted down and groped her ass with his other hand. Then his finger brushed her rear hole.
She, greedily licking away, suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered.
"Eek! Th-there... Nn, i-it's... fine... do as you please..."
"Does that sound like an answer to my question?"
"Pardon? Ah, no, I..."
"Looks like our Etilene needs some punishment."
"Ah... yes.♡ Punish me...♥"
"Whew, this is tense."
I checked my hair in the reflection of an ornamental suit of armor in the hallway.
It felt awkward touching my hair after so long. I'd been too busy with swordplay to even think about women, let alone grooming. Still, for visiting a lady's room, this much was necessary.
If it weren't for my friend Essix, I probably wouldn't have bothered. Guys pretend to fix your hair just to mess it up as a prank.
"......"
In that sense, befriending Essix had been a stroke of luck.
To treat a nobody like me so kindly.
Come to think of it, I couldn't understand why Essix didn't have a boyfriend. Decent family, quick on the uptake, and looks that were plenty attractive. Sure, we'd been friends too long for me to see it that way, but...
Ah, not the time to dwell on that.
"Whew."
I took a deep breath to calm my excitement.
Just visiting the sick, and I'm this nervous. But what could I do? It was my first time entering a female knight's room, even as a comrade.
"Lady Etilene... I wonder if she's okay."
I was heading to Lady Etilene's room right now.
Not for anything weird, of course. Just to check on her.
Lately, she'd seemed off—especially since yesterday afternoon, when it got really bad. She ended up taking sick leave today. She's so diligent that no one complained; everyone was just worried.
A group visit might burden the patient, so senior knight Essix was supposed to go as representative. But she secretly handed it off to me.
...What a great friend.
Thinking of Essix eased my tension a bit.
Before I knew it, I was at Lady Etilene's door. I steeled myself and gently rapped with my knuckles.
-Knock knock.
"Lady Etilene? Are you feeling any better? Uh... oh, it's Noizel! I-I'm here to visit the sick!"
'Damn, you idiot.'
The words tumbled out incoherently. I'd done all those deep breaths to relax, and this is the result... What a fool I was.
"......"
No answer, but I wasn't too worried. Knight bedrooms and offices had soundproof magic tools on the doors. She was probably in bed, so it'd take a moment to reach the door.
-Haa, Noizel... sir?
The door didn't open, but Lady Etilene's voice came through.
'Wow, she knows how to use this thing.'
These doors blocked outside noise unless spoken through, and only fixed phrases from inside. But skilled mages or mana-savvy knights could tweak it to transmit normal speech.
-Wh-what... haa, brings you here?
"Uh... sick visit. Essix was supposed to come, but she had urgent business, so I'm standing in..."
-Haa, I... see...
'She sounds rough.'
Her voice was husky and ragged. Worse than I thought. Hearing it made me wonder if I should have come.
"If you're too unwell, should I head back...?"
-Ah, no... Wait? ...Nn, that's not possible, ...sir...
Huh? The end was muffled. She said something, but... M-maybe inviting me in?
Clutching a sliver of hope, I spoke up.
"What was that?"
-N-no, nnngh! ...Nothing. Just, haa, talking to myself...
"Ah, okay..."
So, open the door? Or go away? I couldn't tell—my feet felt glued to the floor. A straight "leave" would've been easier...
-Just a moment, hng, p-please wait...
"Pardon? Oh, sure!"
'Jackpot! Jackpot!'
A brief silence inside, then her voice again.
-Th-the, nn... m-my attire is a bit... haa, so p-please don't stare too much...
"Ah, got it."
What kind of outfit would make her say that? Pajamas, probably? No way she's naked in her room... You pervert! Stop imagining crap like that!
As I berated myself and raised a hand to smack my head, the door creaked open.
"?!"
The glimpse through the narrow gap was too shocking, too stimulating for me.
Lady Etilene, hunched forward from discomfort. In those fleeting seconds, my eyes greedily scanned her body.
Her hair, her top—all soaked with sweat, insanely erotic. No way she'd show this to a male comrade. Her signature blue hair clung to her forehead and neck. Perverted as it sounds, I wanted to lick it.
Her top stuck to her collarbone and breasts. The sweat made it far sexier than just tight clothes. No bra meant her skin peeked through, flesh-toned and tempting. And those two pink dots were definitely...
I had to stop looking. I jerked my head down, but that was worse.
The room was dim, her lower body shadowed, but I could tell her thighs were bare. So at least short shorts—or maybe just panties...?
'Noizel, you're insane!'
Back up top, to her face this time.
Flushed red, half-lidded eyes, drool trail on her lips—clear signs of how ill she was. To have such filthy thoughts about someone like this...
...But the humid air wafting from the room kept fueling lewd fantasies.
'Wait, humid?'
With insulation magic, it shouldn't be. Just lying there wouldn't...
"D-don't look!"
"Ah, s-sorry!!"
Her sharp cry made me spin around.
But that image was burned into my brain.
'I'm losing it...'
Too hot.
I wanted to turn back and etch her form into my memory. But that'd get me kicked out—and reported to the captain. No thanks.
Still, it was hard to believe this was the iron-willed Lady Etilene.
Pain must've fried her reason. How bad to greet a man like this?
'Wait, could it be...'
Do I have a shot?