Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Crumbling Women (22)
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Valdes's mouth moved.
'Etilene's pussy tastes fucking delicious.'
'This motherfucker...'
He ground his teeth, swallowing the surge of fury rising toward Valdes as he lowered his right hand.
It wasn't for any weird reason. His crotch just felt stuffy from the armor and the full-body stockings underneath. He was merely shifting things into a more comfortable position.
'Yeah, just adjusting...'
"Hng, hng! Ng, ah, haang, ang, haat...♥"
'Ad, adjusting...'
"Ah, haeut♥ Ma, master... haang, ang, haang!"
'......'
Noizel fell silent.
A small part of him felt lucky. Lucky that Etilene wasn't crying out Valdes's name. The vague title of "master" was hard to pin on anyone specific unless it was a special case. And yet, depending on the situation, it was an incredibly lewd word.
Taking off just the lower half of his armor wasn't that difficult on his own. It was a natural bodily function anyone would have to deal with.
He took a few steps back. Standing there as he was would give Valdes a full view of his underside. It wasn't about not wanting to show a man—it was sheer embarrassment over how pathetically small it was by comparison.
'...Fucking hell...'
Self-loathing washed over him.
But there was no helping it. For a man, size down there was a serious matter.
He couldn't even bring himself to look at Etilene. So he closed his eyes.
"Ha, haak! Ah, master...♥"
Slap, slap, slap.
"Does Etilene's pussy taste good...? Hng, hng! Ah, th, thank you...♥"
Listening to her voice, he let his imagination run wild.
Imagined it was him embracing Etilene. Him thrusting into her pussy, him savoring her pussy. But such vulgar desires...
Slap, slap... splat.
"...Aah..."
Once it was over, all he could do was slump over, his lower half spurting white as he finished.
"...Fuck, fuck...!"
The self-loathing hit even harder than before.
He'd never in his life been overwhelmed by such guilt and shame. To think he'd be jerking off while eavesdropping on someone else—another man, no less—stealing away the woman he loved. It was humiliating.
And yet, his arousal hadn't fully faded. He opened his eyes and peeked at them again.
He wasn't even a virgin, but just listening to her moans while stroking himself had gotten him off hard. Meanwhile, Valdes was still pistoning in and out of Etilene's pussy, giving her pleasure without pause.
'He's still going?'
What's more, judging by how soaked his underside was, Etilene must have cum several times already. Even if not, the times her voice had spiked while his eyes were closed—screaming in what could only be climax—he'd simply ignored them while focusing on his own hand.
'Not only is it huge down there, but his stamina's insane too...?'
The more he watched, the more shocking it all seemed. The more he thought about it.
Now he even felt hollow.
"Ha, haaaang—!! Ah, u, ughk... Ma, master... J, just a bit, hng♥ S, slower..."
'......'
How much time had passed?
He just stared blankly at the pair, mindlessly stroking his renewed erection as he watched the man and woman fuck.
Where did Valdes get that stamina, that libido? He'd cum twice already but showed no sign of stopping, pounding away at Etilene's pussy in the same position. Noizel even wondered if there really was an "end" to this.
"About ten minutes left now?"
"Ah, ahng, hngk♥ Al, already...?"
'Ten minutes?'
It came out of nowhere. There'd been no hint of it in their earlier talk. What had ten minutes left?
He focused, straining to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Haang... S, so in ten minutes, I'll truly become master's slave...?"
"Nah, who knows."
"Hng! Ah, ang, ang... Wh, what, huh? Wh, why...?"
"Because we haven't kissed yet?"
"Ah... Oh. ...Huh?"
He couldn't see her face, but her voice made it clear she was flustered. So shocked, in fact, that her hips—which she'd been matching to his thrusts while clinging to him—came to a complete stop.
"K, kiss...?"
"Yeah. The bet ends with a kiss, right?"
"......"
Sure enough, just as Noizel had guessed, Etilene's face had stiffened completely.
She'd forgotten. Forgotten that the bet's outcome hinged on whether she offered a kiss or not. The pleasure he'd given her had driven all thought from her mind. Come to think of it, Valdes hadn't touched her lips once. She'd been content with the kisses he'd planted on her forehead or cheeks instead.
Until now, she'd chalked it up to him just making her suck his cock. But no. He had some other intention.
Still, hoping against hope, Etilene timidly spoke up.
"Ma, master...?"
"What?"
"K, kiss... Please kiss me..."
"Don't wanna."
"Ah..."
As expected. He refused her plea with the face of a mischievous brat.
"B, but..."
"But what? Whether I kiss you or not is up to me, right? Man, what a pickle. Guess in ten minutes I'll have to give up everything and leave Ulstro?"
"Master..."
Etilene's face crumbled.
She couldn't understand why her master, Valdes, was doing this. It felt like he wanted something else, but she couldn't figure out what.
"About eight minutes left now?"
Still unaware the contract magic was a bluff, she was deeply shaken by Valdes's not-quite-threat.
She couldn't let him go like this. Losing the bet meant forfeiting everything. That included not just Mercedes, but herself too. She didn't know how the contract magic would interpret it, but if she wasn't careful, she might not even be able to follow him of her own accord.
"Wh, what... What should I do? Master, please, let me win the bet..."
Etilene buried her face in his shoulder, her voice trembling with sobs.
She couldn't imagine life without Valdes anymore. To her, he was lover, husband, master—and soon, her entire world. Better to die than send him away.
"Hmm, what to do..."
Valdes stopped his hips, pretending to mull it over.
And Noizel, peeking on them, felt his heart pounding.
'What the hell? Kiss? Bet? Leave?'
It was all baffling.
But two things were clear. They hadn't kissed yet. And if they didn't within the next few minutes, Valdes would have to leave the country.
A tiny spark of hope welled up in Noizel's heart.
Valdes had stolen almost everything from him, but not her first kiss. To Noizel's unknowing eyes, it looked like Valdes was hesitating on the kiss. If he played his cards right, maybe—just maybe—he could be the one to claim Etilene's first kiss. It was the kind of absurd fantasy anyone else would dismiss as nonsense.
Proof he wasn't in his right mind.
'Please just leave the country! Please! Please!!'
But all Noizel could do was cling to that sliver of hope and pray silently.
"...Alright, I've decided."
"Ah, you'll k, kiss me...?"
Etilene lifted her head at Valdes's words.
"Ear over here."
"Y, yes?"
She leaned in, listening intently to her master's whisper. It was a fairly long, yet concise instruction.
"...R, really... If I do that, you'll kiss me...?"
"Of course."
"......Understood."
His demand was humiliating for a person, but natural for a slave. So she didn't hesitate long.
Etilene slipped from Valdes's embrace and slowly began removing the rest of her armor.
"......?"
Noizel was baffled, but the excitement surging stronger than before was impossible to contain. Probably the second man ever to see Etilene fully nude.
Sure enough, she wasn't just beautiful from the legs and hips down. As her chest and upper body came into view, his cock—already at full mast—seemed to swell even larger. Sure, it was still half of Valdes's size, but in this moment, such thoughts didn't cross his mind.
'Why... Why's she stripping? What the hell is she doing?'
Separate from his arousal, her actions made no sense. But his confusion cleared up soon enough.
Now fully naked, Etilene neatly folded the clothes she'd just removed—along with her lower armor from before, every piece of clothing and undergarment—and arranged them on the ground.
"??"
It was dirt floor; no amount of folding would keep them clean.
"...Ah?"
And once more, he froze.
Etilene knelt beside the neatly stacked clothes. Then, in a reverent pose, she slowly lowered her forehead to the ground. A perfect prostration.
"......"
Normally, such a bow was reserved for criminals before an emperor or king. Most continental etiquette ended with standing or sitting.
Even nobles showing utmost respect only dropped to one knee. What Etilene was doing went far beyond—truly the bow of a slave to her master.
Separate from her shameful display, Noizel was aroused.
Because of her prostrated pose toward Valdes, he had a full view of her back. Precisely, her ass and the pussy gaping open, dripping semen. Even her pink anus.
"......"
"Lewd" didn't even begin to cover it.
Utterly obscene. Indecent. Even a whore stripped bare in a brothel couldn't compare.
'...I want to fuck her.'
The thought hit him. He didn't care that another man's cum was leaking from her hole. He wanted to shove his rod into that beautiful, slutty hole and sow his seed.
"P, please, master. Please bestow your grace upon this lowly, lustful slave Etilene..."
"Hmm... What to do..."
"Please, I beg you. Time's almost up..."
Etilene sobbed. By her sense, not even four minutes remained.
"Then stand up, close your eyes, turn around, and spread your pussy with both hands."
"!!"
"...Y, yes, understood."
Once again, she obeyed his command.
Desperately hoping he'd truly grant her his grace.
Thanks to that, Noizel got an eyeful. But joy mixed with shame, his face flushing red. Valdes knew he was watching. Making Etilene do this was tantamount to toying with him.
He wanted to yell, to stop them—but he couldn't tear his eyes from that beautifully spread pussy.
"...I, is this good?"
"Open your eyes."
"...?!"
"Y, yes... Huh? ...Wha? Y, you!! Wh, wh, what!"
While Noizel panicked, Etilene followed the order and opened her eyes—naturally spotting Noizel peeking at them.
Never imagining anyone might be watching, she was so startled she couldn't react properly.
"Ah, th, that..."
Noizel flailed too. Yet even in panic, seeing she couldn't recall his name filled him with deep sorrow and rage. Sure, she was flustered, but his name—Noizel—should have come instantly.
"This is fun in its own way, huh?"
"Wh, wh, what? Master? Ah... Mmph."
Valdes savored their reactions as he pressed his lips to Etilene's.
"Ah..."
"Mm, mmm... Churp, smoo... slurp, hng... chuuurp♥"
Whether Noizel watched or not, they sank into their own world, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. Noizel stared blankly again. Even now, his raging cock throbbed relentlessly.
But the real shock came next.
"Hey, lunch is over. What're you doing back here?"
"Wh, wha, what?"
Someone appeared, clapping a hand on Noizel's shoulder. Truly startled, he spun around—exposing his lower half fully to his comrade.
"...You fucking psycho?"
"N, no, wait!"
Feeling his comrade's disgusted glare, Noizel hesitated for a split second.
Behind him were Valdes and Etilene. A dead end. No escape. If he got caught, those two...
"Even you, jerking off here? ...Wait, that means someone's back there, right? You crazy bastards."
"N, no, w, wait!"
The furious knight shoved past Noizel, heading inward. He wanted to stop him, but with his pants around his ankles, he couldn't move properly.
"...What the fuck is this? No one's here."
"...What?"
"Ha. So you're into this kind of shit?"
"N, no! No way!"
Noizel scrambled to peer inside, but as his comrade said, no one was there.
"...Ah?"
"Never thought I'd see weirdos like you in the knight order. Hey, you're getting disciplined for this."
"......"
He had nothing to say.