Chapter 27. The Count's Fatal Passion
The Count's Fatal Passion
"Oh my goodness!"
Nancy, who had entered the Count's room to clean in the morning, gasped and quickly shut the door behind her.
Squelch, squelch.
Like a pair of mating insects, the two were lying on their sides, tightly embraced, their hips writhing against each other.
To be fair, this was a common sight—but the sheer intensity of their coupling, like a wasp and a honeybee locked in passion, made her jump despite herself.
"Starting the day with a bang, I see."
But the maid the Count was holding so possessively seemed unfamiliar. None of his usual retainers were that petite.
"Riri!"
Nancy clicked her tongue, realizing the Count had finally taken Riri to bed.
At lunchtime, Nancy paused again outside the Count's office.
From within came desperate, sobbing moans.
"Ugh, hng, hng, hng..."
The Count, moving like a cicada clinging to a tree, thrust vigorously while Riri clung to his massive frame. He carried her effortlessly, pacing the room as he hammered into her.
"Hmph, completely obsessed now..."
Nancy clicked her tongue again.
When the Count skipped dinner, Nancy followed him discreetly.
In Riri's room, the two were tangled together once more, their bodies colliding violently.
"Ah, it hurts, my lord, please—gentler..."
"Ah, hng, hng..."
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Riri's continuous cries made Nancy clutch her skirt.
'Even for the Count, to keep going all day with a girl who's clearly in pain...'
But then Riri's whisper left Nancy speechless.
"My lord... it was so good. You promised you'd only take me from now on, remember?"
Had the Count already broken her in so thoroughly that she could say such things despite her suffering?
### The Next Morning
[The Maids' Gossip]
Nancy's eyewitness account quickly became the talk of teatime.
"Has the Count been keeping a low profile lately? He must be busy."
"After all that risky perverted behavior, maybe he's finally gotten bored of it."
"Well, at least we can relax for a while..."
"...Actually," Nancy cautiously shared what she had seen—leaving out Riri's final whisper.
"What? Riri?"
"Our Riri? Finally, the Count... Did she seem okay?"
"But... that's strange."
Maria urgently summoned Riri.
"Are you alright, Riri? Did the Count...?"
"Oh, that? The Count really enjoyed it..." Riri blushed.
"Was it too much for you?"
"Yes... Even when I said no, he forced me..."
Nancy was at a loss for words.
"Well, the Count can be rough at first, but he gets gentler. And you'll get used to it too."
The maids embraced her reassuringly.
"But he said he'd come for me every day now..."
"That's normal at first. He'll lose interest eventually."
"No, he said he'd only take me from now on."
"What?"
As Ella bristled, Maria intervened, handing Riri a pair of high heels.
"Now that you're one of the Count's official maids, you'll need to wear proper shoes."
"No, these are more comfortable."
Riri quickly slipped away.
"Sister... Riri's changed."
### The Following Day
Maria was deep in thought. She had told Ari she was taking a happy vacation, but the scorpion messenger from her hometown brought grim news—an unknown plague had struck the village.
Noticing her distress, Lucian rose from his chair and approached her silently.
"Go and come back quickly."
He pulled Maria close, whispering in her ear.
"But first, I need to mark you with my scent."
It was Lucian's way of showing affection—and reassuring Maria in her anxiety.
She buried her face in his chest and nodded.
"Yes... fill me up completely."
Lucian led her to the sofa in his office.
He laid her down and assumed her favorite position—lifting her legs high over his shoulders.
This posture forced her pelvis wide open, aligning her entrance perfectly with his length while allowing their chests and faces to press intimately together.
Lucian cradled Maria's thighs in the crook of his arms.
Her hips lifted slightly from the sofa, exposing her fully to him.
"Haa... Maria. It's been a while."
He rubbed his half-hard cock against her entrance, already slick with arousal.
"Ahh... my lord..."
After a few teasing strokes, she was dripping, and he was fully erect.
Having shared their bodies for so long, penetration came naturally.
"Schlllp—!"
"Hnnnggh...!"
He sheathed himself to the hilt in one thrust.
Even after all this time, Maria still gasped when his full length split her open, her eyes widening instinctively.
Lucian, too, reveled in her tight warmth.
For a moment, they paused, savoring the sensation of being fully joined.
Maria, with her legs hooked over his shoulders, felt him deeper than ever—as if he were pressing against her very core.
"Squelch, squelch..."
'Why is he being so gentle today?'
The slow, deliberate movements intoxicated her with pleasure.
After switching positions a few times, Lucian continued with uncharacteristic tenderness, drawing out their intimacy.
By the time Maria reached her second climax, she was drenched in sweat, her skin flushed, her full breasts heaving.
Lucian gazed at her before pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips.
Even without their usual frenzy, he felt his release building.
"Don't forget this feeling... until you return."
"Yes... I won't."
"Splurt! Glug! Glug!"
He emptied himself into her depths, not a drop spared.
"Aaaah!"
Maria's eyes rolled back as her legs twitched violently—her climax even more intense than usual.
Lucian stayed inside her, catching his breath atop her trembling body.
But then—
"Ghk!"
Maria suddenly convulsed.
Bright red blood gushed from her mouth, splattering across Lucian's chest and the bedsheets.
"Maria?!"
Alarmed, he pulled out hastily—
Only for his vision to swim violently.
A hammer-blow dizziness struck him. His legs gave way.
"Wh... at...?"
Thud.
The strongest man in Eldonia, famed for his stamina and prowess, collapsed beside Maria without another sound.
### Two Hours Later
When Maria didn't return from reporting her leave to the Count, a worried Ari knocked on the office door.
"Sister? My lord?"
No answer.
She cautiously pushed the door open—and screamed at the sight before her.
"KYAAAAH!!"
"Help! Someone help!"
The mansion erupted into chaos at Ari's cries.
Nancy, Ella, I-seo, Riri, and even Sophia gathered around.
The scene on the bed was horrifying.
Maria lay unconscious, naked, blood trickling from her lips. Beside her, Count Lucian was sprawled equally bare, their bodies smeared with blood, sweat, and fluids.
"Sister!"
Ari shook Maria desperately.
Thankfully, both still breathed—shallow but alive.
The butler ushered some out while the maids struggled to roll the massive Lucian onto his back.
As Ella moved to cover him, she froze.
Even unconscious, the Count's erection stood rigid against his stomach.
A grotesque testament to undying lust. The maids took it as a sign he still lived.
"This... it can't be death by overindulgence, right?"
Ella's voice trembled. It wasn't impossible—what if they'd exhausted themselves to collapse?
"Don't be ridiculous! She coughed up blood!"
Ari snapped.
Then I-seo, calmly examining Maria, stiffened.
Her sharp gaze fixed on Maria's lower abdomen.
"This is..."
The maids followed her stare.
Beneath Maria's navel, a vivid purple bruise had formed—not random, but twisting like a coiled serpent.
No mere injury.
A sinister, living sigil.
The summoned physician was useless.
I-seo, citing her research with the Count, shooed everyone out to inspect them closely.
Peeling back Maria's folds, she found a strange lavender fluid leaking from within.
At the tip of Lucian's cock, the same hue glistened.
Whatever had poisoned him had been driven deep into Maria's body.
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