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"...You. Have you been troubled by something lately? Are you listening to me? I told you to cheer up? When I see you during training, you're still full of energy..."
"Uh, um. It's nothing. I just have a lot to think about regarding the territory."
Count Lowell awkwardly brushed it off and pulled his wife Elena's waist closer, pressing against her.
Then Elena kissed his collarbone.
Her beauty remained unchanged even with the passage of time. Where else could Marian's beauty have originated from? Her soft skin and scent still made her an attractive woman.
"I've told you repeatedly not to think foolish thoughts when we're doing nighttime activities...?"
That smiling eyes.
She was still a lovely wife.
And she was also his precious companion who had stayed by his side since his knight days, his lover, and the mother of his children.
...In other words,
It meant he saw her more as family than as a woman.
Especially lately, he felt like Elena's libido had become more vigorous than his own. In a situation where he was feeling a sense of marital routine, this obligatory defensive battle couldn't help but feel burdensome.
Even so, Elena was the only woman in Count Lowell's life.
He had not the slightest thought of embracing another woman.
And the next morning,
Count Lowell sat at his desk in his study earlier than usual. After locking the door, sending Ororon far away on an errand, and confirming that no one was around...
He took out that familiar box from deep within a drawer.
'P-please, Count-nim! Just once... How about trying it out just once? Please judge the value of this item for yourself!'
Whether it was courage or recklessness.
Whichever it was, Jane was already imprisoned in the Count's mansion basement.
How to punish her would have to be considered later...
But right now, one confiscated onahole, catching the morning sunlight and displaying a brilliant gloss, was held in the Count's grasp.
===
"Ha, do I really have to do something like this?"
No matter how important money was...
A sigh automatically escaped my lips.
Did this great elf mage really have to peep into someone else's study with an Orb and wait for them to masturbate, with the master version of [Elf's Temptation] set up right in front of me?
But there was no other choice.
I do have some sense of shame.
It's because Jane, who faithfully followed my instructions, is now locked in the Count's mansion basement. I told her to just say something like 'Ah, whatever!' and try to get him to use it once, but I didn't expect her to actually say those exact words.
Though I heard Marian is secretly sneaking her food...
Anyway, when she returns this time, I absolutely! Absolutely! have to hold her back with money so she can't quit. I won't let her say something like "I want to quit!" ever again.
"Tsk."
The Count in the Orb finally moved. He was undoing his trousers, pulling down his underwear, and taking out his penis. I felt like I was doing something I shouldn't as a human, but what could I do? It's tough for me too, having to look at this middle-aged man's dick.
But... um, how should I put it.
The last dick I saw was the Hero's.
Aside from that, given my butt-wall nature, I rarely got to see the real thing. Meaning, my sample size for dick size was small, and among them was an extreme specimen.
For someone who usually carried himself with confidence, the Count seemed rather lacking in power.
If I were a character with a sadistic attribute, I'd be here,
'Pathetic dick, it's twitching and I haven't even touched it! Heh heh! For real!? Seriously!? It's so pathetic? And you go around boasting so much, yet you have just this pathetic dick—.'
spouting nonsense like that...
But an elf like me, who is extremely noble and cultured, would not pour such malicious words onto a merely unmanly dick. It's much easier to manipulate this way from the start.
The Count hesitantly brought his shriveled dick to the entrance of the onahole.
As if I had been waiting, I gripped the onahole.
The moment the onahole touched the Count's dick...
The onahole, as if it had a will of its own, wriggled and swallowed his dick. And simultaneously, it squeezed firmly at the position where the glans would be—
In other words, it was a remote handjob service.
[Hup...!]
Perhaps startled as the onahole grabbed his dick, the Count reflexively tried to pull it off. But there was no way I'd let go. If I let go now, he'd never try to use it again.
"Jane worked hard too."
I bit my lip and gripped the onahole master version firmly— with both hands.
[Huh, huheuk...!? T-this is...!]
Simultaneously, the Count on the other side of the Orb straightened his back sharply.
Each onahole was currently synchronized. So when I touched the onahole like this, it created a sensation of pressure being applied to the Count's distant dick.
"There, there. I won't let go until you've come three times."
I shook the onahole as if tracing the shaft with internal ridges, persistently pressing and tormenting the area where the glans would be with my thumb.
Holding the onahole with both hands,
Squeeze squeeze— wriggle wriggle—
From beyond the Orb, the Count's desperate moans could be heard.
"First shot."
The Count's body trembled violently in less than a minute.
If I were a sadist here,
'Eeh?! Sexually pathetic old man! Trying to rest already? At least get it up more!'
I would have sneered like that.
But, let me say it again, I am a noble elf.
I can respect with a broad mind even the fact that my partner is a premature ejaculator. Because that makes it even easier... to milk him dry.
[Keu, keuheuk...!]
He was slumped in his chair, seemingly catching his breath.
But even I wasn't generous enough to give him a break.
I heated the inside of the onahole with magic—
[S-stop—!]
Ultimate technique, super vacuum.
With my right hand, I tightened the entrance of the onahole, and with my left hand, I tightened the inner part that his pathetic dick couldn't reach. Making the onahole fit perfectly to his dick size.
And then I twisted it,
Pulled it,
Shook it back and forth.
"...Second shot?"
I paused for a moment and stared into the Orb. The Count was completely lying back in his chair, mouth agape. He looked like he had thrown all his usual dignity to the dogs.
===
First, there is one pervert.
Count Lowell's mansion, the Count's study. Count Lowell was being squeezed by an onahole there. An obvious pervert. A man well past forty masturbating in his own study.
And there is another pervert.
Noah, the B-rank adventurer mage from Velua, the ace of the Butt Wall brothel, was remotely tormenting the Count's dick. An obvious pervert. Even if she denied it every time, that expression was clearly one of delight.
Whichever way you looked at it, it was an equally shameful spectacle.
An elf woman holding an onahole and caressing it like giving a massage, or
The lord of Velua with his trousers down to his ankles, leaning back in his chair, having his dick wriggled and caressed by an onahole.
Of course, Noah could find solace in the fact that she was the better of the two. If caught in this situation, which one would be more socially devastating? It was clearly the Count.
[There, last shot—]
The perverted elf giggled and fondled the onahole.
And then, there was yet another pervert voyeuristically watching these two perverts.
"Haa... haa...."
Two Orbs were placed on the table.
One was showing her father's room, the other Noah's room. A severe voyeur like her couldn't possibly miss such a rare spectacle.
Someone masturbating, someone else helping that masturbation, and yet another someone watching that ridiculous scene...
Like this.
Squeak— Squeak—
The hand of the Count's lovely daughter, Marian Lowell, was already soaking wet. Her groin was so drenched that lewd wet sounds could be heard every time she rubbed her clitoris.
"Ah... aah...! Noah-nim... really, really... you're the best...!"
In other words, the god(dess) of sex.
If Prometheus gave fire to humans, her god(dess) came here to widely spread enjoyable entertainment in this boring world.
...She felt a pleasure that intensified with the sense of immorality.
Marian recalled their previous conversation.
Noah had told her that she didn't necessarily have to be the model for the onahole. Truly considerate words. It must have been a warm-hearted intention to tell her to value herself. Marian thought so.
'...Noah-nim is so kind as expected. But, young lady. Watching Noah-nim made me want to do something.'
Squeak, squeak—
The emotion she felt now. This sense of immorality.
What if she made an onahole modeled after herself? And if she could secretly watch men pathetically thrusting their dicks into it while masturbating...
With that imagination, she rubbed her clitoris roughly.
"Haa... haa...."
[There, last shot—!]
"Ugh, uuuh...!"
As Noah firmly gripped, clenched the onahole, the Count's back arched like a bow.
And Marian too trembled violently, hitting her forehead against the desk. Gasping for breath... she licked the wet fingers she had pulled from her groin with her tongue.
Lick...
"Is the young lady... beyond salvation...?"
Even while thinking that she should stop, as a noble young lady, she couldn't. It was because her threshold had already become too high. Her body could no longer return to the past where she had teatime reading boring books or poetry.
Marian Lowell was...
A pervert to a degree the Count could never imagine, and
She had become a voyeuristic pervert beyond salvation, irredeemable even to Noah.