Chapter 105. The Rampaging Count (1)
The Rampaging Count (1)
The scent that hit her nostrils was a mix of rough breath, an elegant and subtle men's cologne, and his natural musk—a heady combination that assaulted Anna's senses.
The nobleman's immaculate suit, without a single drop of sweat, exuded both the oppressive authority and refined grace unique to aristocracy.
To Anna, who had spent her entire life surrounded by coarse, sweaty men in a rural village, this was the shocking allure of a true male.
'He's handsome... and... dangerous-looking...'
Like a moth drawn to flame despite knowing the peril, Anna couldn't tear her gaze away from Lucian's piercing eyes. Curiosity was swallowing her fear whole.
"Your name... was Anna, correct?"
At Lucian's low murmur, Anna flinched.
"Y-Yes! It's Anna... my lord."
'How does he... know my name?'
Her heart plummeted.
She was just a lowly laundry maid, one among countless servants who had only recently joined the household. For the lord himself to remember her name...
Though he had merely spoken it, Anna couldn't help but fall into the delusion that Lucian had been watching her for a long time—that he considered her special. A strange mix of emotion and excitement tingled low in her belly.
In truth, Lucian had a strict personal rule.
Memorizing the names of every single person working within his estate—down to the stable boys and errand children—and addressing them directly.
It was his own brand of governance, a way to maintain absolute dominance while securing the blind loyalty (or affection) of his subordinates.
And this tactic became his most powerful weapon when seducing women.
"Anna."
He rolled her name on his tongue like a delicacy before calling it out again. Then, pressing his lips dangerously close to her ear, he whispered something unimaginably vulgar.
"Mind if I eat your pussy?"
"...Pardon?"
Anna doubted her own ears.
Did he just—pussy? Eat?
That crude, back-alley vocabulary had no business coming from the lips of this coldly handsome, noble count.
Her mind blanked. Indignation, bewilderment, and... the primal thrill of such a direct demand tangled together as countless thoughts flashed through her head.
Should she refuse? Scream? Or... obey, since it was the lord's command?
"No answer? Silence implies consent."
Lucian didn't wait for her reply.
Instead of pushing her onto the bench, he kept her leaning against the railing as he slowly knelt before her.
"Lift your skirt."
His command carried undeniable authority. As if hypnotized, Anna trembled but obeyed, gripping the hem of her long maid's skirt.
Swish—
As the fabric rose to her waist, her pale legs were bared to the sunlight.
Without hesitation, Lucian hooked his fingers into her plain white cotton panties and dragged them down to her ankles.
"Ah...!"
Her bare legs, exposed under the sun, were dazzlingly white—slender yet toned calves, smooth thighs.
But there was a flaw.
On her inner right thigh, near the groin, was a wrinkled burn scar about two fingers wide. Anna's most shameful complex, something she always hid.
She hurriedly moved to cover it.
But Lucian was faster. He brushed her hand aside and traced the scar with rough yet gentle fingers.
"This is...?"
"Nnh... D-Don't look... I got scalded as a child... It's hideous..."
Anna turned her face away, on the verge of tears. To show such an ugly mark to the count—she wanted to die.
Then, warm lips pressed against the scar.
Mwah.
"...Huh?"
Anna looked down in shock to find Lucian kissing the marred skin.
"What a shame... on such pretty legs. But this is part of you too. To me, it's beautiful."
"M-My lord...!"
Anna's face burned crimson.
The scar she'd spent her life hiding—the one no one had ever called beautiful—was now being kissed and praised by the count himself.
The inferiority festering in her chest melted away like snow, replaced by a blind, overwhelming fondness for Lucian.
Her self-worth soared, and with it came a dangerous trust: If it's him, I wouldn't mind showing everything.
Lucian's gaze now dropped lower, to the deepest part between her legs.
A modest patch of soft brown pubic hair covered neatly shaped folds, as prim and pretty as their owner's personality. The plump labia majora were a pale peach hue, smooth and unwrinkled—untouched by any hand until now.
"Quite... a pretty pussy."
Lucian murmured approvingly. Then he snapped his fingers.
[Clean]
Fwoosh—
A refreshing breeze-like sensation washed over Anna as magic purified her stiff curls and the delicate folds. Sweat and grime vanished, leaving behind a crisp, just-washed freshness.
"Ah...!"
'So clean...'
The moment Anna sighed in pleasure, Lucian spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them.
Lick!
"Hyeeek?!"
Her back arched violently.
Lucian's hot, wet tongue dragged a long, slow stripe from the base of her labia to the top.
The animalistic sensation of his tongue, following that pristine cleanliness, made her shudder.
He flattened his tongue to part her outer lips, then flicked at the hidden pink inner folds.
Slurp, schlick, sluuurp.
"Ah! Ah! N-No, my lord! It's... I should wash—nngh!"
"Already clean. And you... smell delicious."
Ignoring her weak protests, Lucian caught her inner lips between his and sucked.
Schlorp.
Her tender flesh was drawn into his mouth, sending sharp jolts of pleasure.
His tongue stiffened, seeking out the tiny bead hidden above her folds.
Lick, lick, flick, flick.
"Ahnngh!!"
As his tongue rolled and teased the pea-sized nub, Anna gripped the railing, legs trembling.
Pleasure so intense it made her hair stand on end.
Unrelenting, Lucian thrust his tongue deep, forcing its way past her clenched entrance.
Schlllck.
"Nngh! Your tongue... inside...!"
Her tight hole yielded bit by bit, unable to resist.
Lucian swirled his tongue inside like he was cleaning her, lapping up the slickness gathering there.
Her thighs grew wetter. Instead of protests, only weak moans spilled from Anna's lips.
"Plenty wet now."
Lucian pulled back, lips glistening, and raised his right middle finger.
Her pussy was already flushed red from his tongue, glistening with transparent arousal.
"Ah... Your finger...?"
Seeing her fearful look, Lucian smiled reassuringly as he pressed the digit to her entrance.
Then, slowly but firmly, he pushed in.
Schlup.
"Ahh!!"
The sudden invasion of that thick finger.
Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion, but slickness let him slide in effortlessly.
Lucian drove deeper until his finger could go no further.
Tock.
Something blocked the way.
Her hymen.
But Anna's hymen was different from most virgins'.
The opening was relatively wide, the membrane itself thin and flexible. Whether congenital or naturally thinned with age, Lucian saw an opportunity.
He rubbed the edges, stretching the hole with steady pressure.
"Nngh... Ugh... It's weird... So tight..."
Anna squirmed.
Lucian timed it perfectly. With a sharp thrust, he broke through.
Pop—!!!
"AAAAH!!!"
Anna's scream echoed as a faint tearing sensation followed.
His thick middle finger had pierced the thin barrier without warning, plunging deep.
But...
No blood came. The pain, while enough to make her scream, wasn't unbearable.
Rather than rupturing with blood, her hymen had simply stretched thin and given way.
"Hah... Hah... It's in... Your finger... So deep inside..."
Tears welled in Anna's eyes, but the shock of being breached was overshadowed by an even greater sensation.
With the barrier gone, Lucian's finger moved ruthlessly.
He crooked it, seeking out the ridged spot along her upper wall—her G-spot—and began scraping.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Eek! T-There! Ah! Aah! It's weird!"
This wasn't simple thrusting.
Lucian's finger scratched, circled, pressed insistently—a masterclass in fingering honed from countless women.
Far beyond what a virgin like Anna could handle.
"Hah... Anna... You're burning up inside. Clenching so tight around my finger."
"Ngh, no... Nngh! Ah! It's too much... Feels weird! I-I'll pee!"
Her legs shook violently, threatening to give out. Lucian braced her waist with his free hand and accelerated.
Squelch, schlick, slap, slap!
Lewd, wet sounds filled the rooftop.
Anna's mind was numb with pleasure.
This heat erupting from her core—unlike anything she'd ever felt. Toes curling, vision whiting out.
"I'm—I'm coming! Ah! N-No, this feeling! Aaahh!"