Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Women Falling Apart (5)
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"Ah, ouch! Ahh, sob... Haaaang─♥"
Even though she'd climaxed in an instant, Valdes's hand didn't stop.
There was no one to help her. He'd already commanded the royal guards never to intervene no matter what. As long as that order stood, they wouldn't budge, and with the room perfectly soundproofed, no maids would enter either.
'Th-this is dangerous...♥'
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
His fingers, having peeled back the hood of her clitoris, relentlessly tormented the sensitive nub. Her clit was a bit larger than average, but even she herself had rarely touched it.
She wasn't completely inexperienced with masturbation, but she'd never gotten much satisfaction from it. Her first encounter had been utterly disappointing, and Beatrice had rarely felt any real sexual pleasure in her life. That was part of why Serennia's behavior puzzled her so much.
Thinking of Pedro had at least made her womb quiver with excitement, but since she'd played even a small role in his death, guilt and regret had always kept her from fully letting go. In the end, after he died, she'd lost even the joy of self-pleasure.
So now, having cast aside those layers of restraint, Valdes's touch felt as electrifying as a teenage girl's first self-exploration.
'What do I do...?'
She couldn't stop him herself.
Her body, melted by pleasure, had gone limp, and she was terrified of pushing him away and earning his dislike.
"Hah! Eek! V-Val...des...? Haaang, ha, ahh─♥"
Her swirling thoughts went blank for a moment. Her body, with no resistance to pleasure and painfully sensitive, climaxed again in no time.
"You perverted bitch. You like being touched by a boy young enough to be your son? Your daughter's lover, no less."
"Ugh... Th-that's...!"
A mocking whisper reached Beatrice's ear.
He was right.
Just two days ago, she'd agonized over him being her daughter's lover. One side of her loved him as a woman; the other, as a mother. Common sense said those couldn't coexist. But she had always been selfish and ruthless.
'I've endured for over eighteen years—no, more than twenty-two.'
She'd spent so long pouring love into her two daughters as a good mother. Surely now it was time to seek happiness as a woman.
A secret affair she couldn't reveal?
'...As long as no one finds out. I've kept plenty of secrets before!'
If it stayed hidden, everyone could be happy.
Valdes, a half-demon, would gain an unimaginable status and enjoy two beautiful women at will. Mercedes could more easily overcome the barriers of reality and marry her love. No one, including herself, would end up unhappy.
With that resolve, her heart lightened.
She even felt a thrill.
Was it the taboo of stealing her daughter's man?
Her beloved daughters, born in pain—yet they also carried the blood of that arrogant fool from that house. Even as children, when they'd trailed after their "daddy," or wailed for their dead father, it had genuinely irritated her.
Sometimes, seeing traits that reminded her of him, she'd think no amount of upbringing could erase bloodlines. She'd discreetly arranged to burn the capital and even the family estate, erasing every trace—but shadows of that man still flickered in Mercedes and Marie.
If her feelings toward their biological father had been more than mere annoyance—hatred or disgust, say—she probably couldn't have loved her daughters so dearly now. After all, they too would have been obstacles to her desires.
"Focus."
"Haaah!"
Beatrice snapped back to reality as he harshly pinched her nipple.
"I'm soothing a horny bitch of a queen, and you're lost in thought?"
"Ah, s-sorry, haang, I'm... sorrrry...♥"
I'm sorry.
The words slipped out naturally.
Born the kingdom's sole princess, destined by law to rule jointly with her husband, with her stunning beauty and sharp mind—she could count on one hand the times she'd apologized to anyone.
Yet "I'm sorry" came reflexively. Not just sorry, but an abject apology.
It excited her.
She wanted to be queen, but deep down, she craved someone worthy standing above her. Not that stupid, worthless man—but a truly great one, like Pedro.
"Sorry? For what?"
His fingers twisted her nipple.
"Kyaak! Ah, ha, ugh...♡ Ah, it... hu...rts..."
It hurt. Tears welled up.
"What? You're not in pain... you're getting off on it."
Squeeze—
"Ah, nooo...!"
"Then what's this wet mess?"
"......"
His raised hand glistened unmistakably with her own juices.
"You're such an hopeless pervert. And we've been serving a queen like you..."
"N-no, that's... not..."
It was mortifying.
She couldn't be that much of a pervert. Pain turning to pleasure? But the evidence was shoved in her face. And even now, more nectar kept flowing from her pussy, soaking her panties and the sheets bit by bit...
"You like being insulted too? Hearing this from a boy like a son..."
"Haaang!"
His hand slipped back inside her white silk panties.
"...Your sloppy hole twitching like that."
"Haa, haa...♥"
She didn't know why.
Every insult, every dirty word, every touch—he made her lewd body gush. Her whole body was hypersensitive now.
She'd reached her limit.
"You perverted bitch."
"Hng...! ...Ahh, ...more, more... insult me...♥ Call perverted Beatrice...♥"
In the end, she didn't deny it. She admitted it.
That she was a pervert...♥♥
Valdes chuckled, but inwardly sighed.
It wasn't as satisfying as he'd hoped.
His pent-up feelings toward Beatrice had drawn him into tormenting her too much, leading him to overuse Charm Magic.
Otherwise, no normal woman would get this drenched from harsh words alone. She might have had a latent kink, but now it was impossible to tell.
"Haa, haa♥ Val...des...♥"
Beatrice's body was like a beast in heat, on the verge.
Some rationality lingered, but one more push and she'd howl in ecstasy. She probably wouldn't even notice a Lewd Tattoo etched now. But he had no intention of using it yet.
He planned to break her mind and body without it first. Starting sloppily and then using the tattoo would ruin the revenge.
"Mercedes would love seeing this. Not knowing her mom's such a pervert."
"Th-that's..."
The queen's eyes wavered.
"...It's fine...♥"
"What?"
"Because she's my daughter, but also that man's. Haa♡ I like... Valdes more than my daughter...♥"
A slightly off-target answer. But the truest reflection of her current state.
Valdes suppressed a laugh. Was it the Charm Magic, or a glimpse of her true heart? No way to know, but he was curious how Mercedes would react if she heard.
"A man over your daughter? A boy younger than her?"
"Haa, haa... But... I love him...♥"
His right hand moved at those words.
Slap! Her head snapped to the side.
"Even now?"
"......Yes♥"
Beatrice gazed at him with a dreamy smile. He'd held back, but it would hurt any normal human. Yet she didn't even cradle her reddened cheek.
"Hmm, our Beth... such a good girl?"
"Haa, Beth is good...♥"
She rubbed her head against his shoulder like a spoiled child—an act unbelievable from a widowed mother of two in her thirties. Valdes found it oddly cute, but now wasn't the time to indulge her.
"Who said you could rub up on me?"
"Y-yes?"
"A horny bitch auntie like you... know your place."
"Ah, V-Valdes...?"
"On your knees."
"Y-yes...♡"
His tone and gaze were ice-cold. But even that chill aroused her. His demeanor said she wasn't hated. If so, he'd have left already.
Panting from the electric thrill, the queen started to kneel on the bed.
"Who said on the bed?"
"Ah, huh...?"
"A bed's too good for a bitch queen."
"...Y-yes♥"
She swept aside the covers over her legs and slid off the bed. Her bedroom was warded with fine magic, so it wasn't cold. Her aroused body even felt warm.
Valdes swung his legs off the bed and thrust his crotch toward her face.
"Act according to your station."
"M-my station means..."
"Beth, depending on how you do, we either continue—or I leave."
"......"
She pondered briefly, then used her teeth to tug down his pajama pants from the front. Valdes lifted his hips slightly to help.
For a queen of a nation, it was far too easy and degrading. But nothing like that crossed Beatrice's mind. Right now, she was just a bitch in heat lusting after her daughter's lover.
Next came his underwear. His rock-hard cock sprang free, thwacking her forehead.
"Ngh♡"
"What, getting off from a cock to the face?"
"Th-that's..."
She still held his underwear in her teeth, but her words were clear.
"Well, whatever. You did good."
"Ah...♡"
"If you'd used your hands, I'd have gotten up and left."
"Th-thank you♥"
"Now get back up and bend over."
"Y-yesss♥"
Beatrice beamed with joy. She scrambled past him onto the bed. Before she could even bend over, a push from behind flattened her.
"Kyaaak!"
"I wasn't planning to go this far originally..."
"V-Valdes...? Don't tell me..."
A corner of the queen's mind worried he might actually penetrate her. It was past bedtime. Not too late, but starting a full romp now felt iffy. If they got carried away and fell asleep mid-act...
"Shut up and present your ass."
Valdes brooked no argument, flipping her into doggy and slamming into her pussy.
Squish!
"Aaaah! Ah, ah, hng, haa...♥"
Her mind went white. Her earlier worries vanished instantly.
It felt like being impaled on a spear. Soaked with nectar though it was, this was a near-virgin hole untouched for over eighteen years. The pleasure inevitably came with pain.
"Ah, ahh, V-Valdes... wait a..."
Beatrice trembled, back pinned, ass raised.
"Your daughter's boyfriend specially stuffing this bitch queen's pussy—and you have nothing to say?"
"...Th-thank, you...?"
"More precisely!"
Slap!
"Kyaak! E, heek... Th-thank you for putting it in this slutty bitch mother-in-law's pussy, haa... thank youuu...♥"
"That's more like it!"
Valdes gripped one plump cheek, slapped the other, and began thrusting.
Trashy on the outside, but inside she was exquisite. Her rarely used pussy was velvety soft—more virgin than widow. Like mother, like daughter; it felt similar to Mercedes.
Ridges gripped and milked his shaft greedily. Her body knew little of men, but her hole hungered voraciously.
Pah, pah, pah, pah!
"Haak! Ah! Sob, ng, haaang! Ah! Valdes! Haaang...♥"
Beatrice was confused.
She'd thought it'd be different from that man, but this was another level. Same rough solo pounding, yet her body screamed in bliss. She couldn't fathom why.
She was just happy being fucked by him.