Lord Balthazar (1) - A Promise Not to Touch
Lord Balthazar (1) - A Promise Not to Touch
[ Click-clack, click-clack- ]
The path following the black-haired Guardian, Risolde, was silent.
It had been a while since they left the boisterous Mercenary Guild and entered the colossal city walls that towered in the center of Deluna.
"Um... where exactly are we going?"
When Rose cautiously asked the back of the figure walking ahead, only a short, dry answer returned.
"To the Lord-nim."
At that single word, Rose's heart began to pound violently.
The Lord.
The one who ruled this massive city.
And a Lord with transcendent power.
'The person I had to spend the night with in his stead... was he talking about *that* Lord?'
Her breathing quickened.
The magnificent castle corridor before her eyes seemed to distort grotesquely.
The taciturn Guardian leading her ahead.
And the absolute Dominator who would be waiting at the end of this path.
'This is a familiar situation I've been through before—'
As that thought crossed her mind,
"Haa... haa... no..."
Her breath hitched, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Rose could no longer take another step.
She leaned against the cold wall of the corridor and crouched down, as if collapsing.
She felt the terrifying memory of defilement she experienced with Cassian heavily entangling her ankles.
Just then.
The footsteps ahead stopped,
And the Guardian approached her side.
'No... don't come closer... I don't want it...'
[ Thud. ]
"Are you alright?"
A cautious hand touched her shoulder.
Startled, Rose lifted her head, and a flicker of concern crossed Risolde's expressionless face, which had been as cold as ice.
"Your complexion is pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
"......Ah..."
Risolde's voice was still low and dry,
But there was definitely warmth in it.
'She's... worried about me? Why?'
No, if someone you were walking with suddenly collapsed in pain, this level of reaction was probably natural.
'Get a grip. Not all Lords are crazy bastards like Cassian.'
Rose closed her eyes and recalled the face of a man who had extended a hand of salvation in the darkness.
- Poor thing. What a terrible ordeal she must have gone through.
A true Dominator. My Lord. Lucian.
It was he who had advised her to go to Deluna.
There was no way he would have driven her into such a deadly situation.
Besides, hadn't all the mercenaries and merchants she met in the forest praised Deluna's Lord as an excellent and benevolent ruler?
"Hoo..."
As her frantically pounding heart slowly returned to its normal rhythm, Rose leaned on the wall and slowly stood up.
"I apologize. I just... felt a bit dizzy. Shall we go?"
Risolde gazed at Rose's pale face for a moment, then gave a small nod and began walking ahead again.
Finally, the two arrived at the deepest part of the Lord's castle, before a massive golden door.
"We're entering, Lord-nim."
[ Creak- ]
Risolde familiarly opened the door and stepped inside, and Rose followed with tense steps.
And the sight that unfolded before her eyes as she entered was...
"......??"
A velvet sofa placed in the center of the office.
The man reclining on it was,
Truly the quintessential Lord Rose had imagined.
Not like Lords such as Cassian or Lucian.
The kind of appearance that immediately came to mind when thinking of a Lord in a fantasy world.
A middle-aged man with a receding hairline, a potbelly protruding over his lavish silk robes.
A mustache he had stylishly trimmed, greasy skin, and greedy-looking eyes.
But what truly shocked Rose was not his appearance.
[ Slurp, slurp, squish. ]
"Oh, Risolde. You're here? And this young lady... Hmm, haa..."
At the Lord's feet.
A woman in a thin, see-through slip was kneeling,
Her face buried between the Lord's plump thighs,
Busily moving her head back and forth.
"A little deeper... Yes, that's right. Haa..."
Even with Risolde and Rose entering, the Lord showed no sign of embarrassment.
Instead, with a face drenched in pleasure, he gripped the woman's hair and only let out heated moans.
'What... is this...'
Rose's red eyes shook violently as if an earthquake had struck. It felt like her trauma was grabbing her by the collar and dragging her back up.
What in the world is this?
Cassian, that crazy Lord... no, it's not him.
Why am I in a place like this again?
Where even is this?
Her breath hitched.
She had been dragged here to be offered as a plaything for one night to such a greedy pervert.
One night? Would it really end in just one night?
She wanted to run away.
But she couldn't even overcome Risolde next to her, so what could she do against the Lord, the Dominator of this city?
As Rose trembled with a deathly pale face.
"Hoo... that was very good. You worked hard, Mari."
The Lord, who had finished ejaculating at some point, let out a languid breath and adjusted his clothes.
And the woman who had finished her devoted service.
[ Gulp- ]
Swallowed the milky white fluid filling her mouth down her throat, then wiped her lips and stood up.
[ Kiss- ]
Then she kissed the Lord's cheek, gave a light bow towards Risolde and Rose, and exited the office.
"Oh dear..."
Only then did the Lord notice Rose's deathly pale face, and he scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.
"Was it too stimulating? Seems like a prim young lady with no immunity to adult games."
"I apologize, Lord-nim. This woman is also a Guardian, so... I thought she would be accustomed to such situations. It was my oversight."
What are these crazy conversations?
Is there anyone immune to watching a blowjob right in front of them? Why should a Guardian be accustomed to such a situation?
As Rose felt even deeper confusion internally.
"Hmm. A Guardian, you say? This young lady?"
The Lord looked at Rose up and down with a surprised expression.
Her red hair, and her voluptuous figure beneath the tunic clinging to her with sweat.
Then, as if realizing something,
"Aha! That red hair... Could it be that you are 'White Wing', Lucian's Guardian?"
"......!!"
Rose gasped in surprise and lifted her head.
"How... do you... know me?"
"How do I know? That friend himself stopped by here and spoke of you, that's how I know."
The Lord pointed to the sofa with a genial, generous smile.
"Don't stand there stiffly, just sit down for now. My name is Balthazar. I am the Lord who rules this Deluna."
It was still difficult to fully comprehend the situation.
Lucian.
Just hearing that name calmed her frayed nerves.
Rose cautiously sat on the edge of the sofa, asking in a voice that still held wariness.
"Are you... on Lord Lucian's side?"
"Side? Are we on the same side?"
The middle-aged Lord, who had just finished ejaculating, widened his eyes at the sudden question, then burst into hearty laughter.
"Young lady, in the world of Lords, there's no such thing as being on the same side. There are only enemies, or those who are not enemies. And I..."
Balthazar raised a wine glass from the table and winked.
"I can certainly be called 'not an enemy,' to the extent that Lucian himself came to me and asked for a favor."
"But..."
Rose frowned, recalling the scene a moment ago where the woman knelt at his feet, performing an obscene act without a care even when guests entered.
"Lord Lucian, he wouldn't have done... such... vulgar things."
At her bold remark, Balthazar's eyes widened for a moment, then softened.
"Hahaha! You're right. That's the correct answer. That stiff-necked friend would never do such a thing. But young lady, Lucian is uniquely 'special' in that regard."
"Lord Lucian is... special...?"
"We Lords possess mana of a different caliber from ordinary humans from birth. Absolute power that can kill or save hundreds of those powerless commoners with a single gesture. If you were a Lord, could you use that power not even 1 percent for yourself, but only to help others?"
"......"
Rose could only keep her mouth shut at that question.
Compared to a Lord, her power was far weaker,
But even the meager power of a Guardian,
Hadn't she used it without hesitation just now at the Mercenary Guild to earn money?
Seeing Rose hesitate without an answer, Balthazar nodded.
"That's natural. It's instinct to want to enjoy power if you have it. But that friend Lucian, he only uses that immense power to protect the world and help others. While thoroughly suppressing and controlling his own pleasures and desires, you see.
If you were to divide all the Lords in the world into good and evil and line them up, Lucian would undoubtedly be the man standing at the very end of 'good'."
Lucian—.
With a slight sense of self-reproach, a warm sense of relief welled up deep in Rose's chest.
At the fact that the Lord who saved her,
The man who stirred her heart, was such a good and noble being.
"Well, it's a bit embarrassing for me to say it myself, but..."
Balthazar looked at Risolde, who was standing silently, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I, too, pride myself on being a Lord who stands quite close to the 'good' side in that line. Isn't that right, Risolde?"
"Although I haven't met many Lords, I believe it is undeniable that Lord-nim is a benevolent person."
"...Huh?"
Rose's expression was tinged with absurdity.
A perverted old geezer who ejaculated into a woman's throat while she was sucking his dick, right in front of her, a stranger, yet he calls himself benevolent-?
As if reading her internal thoughts, Balthazar put on an aggrieved expression.
"Why, don't you believe it? Look at this Deluna. I work so hard so that the people can eat their fill and live without the threat of Magical Beasts. The people are very satisfied with my rule."
"But earlier..."
"Ah, I do like pretty women a lot! But I never use force or power to rape women. We only share pleasure by mutual agreement, when the other person also desires it. That Mari girl earlier, she did it because she wanted to, you see."
'Now that he mentions it...'
It wasn't wrong.
The woman's languid expression after finishing the blowjob and swallowing the semen.
The sight of her kissing the Lord's cheek and leaving the room with a shy face.
It wasn't the face of a slave being oppressed and forcibly violated.
Rather... it was closer to the happy smile of a woman who was loved.
Just then, Risolde, who had been listening silently, spoke up.
"Lord-nim. I didn't know this woman was Lord Lucian's Guardian. She was making a bet with the mercenaries at the Guild for money, so I won and bought the right to one night."
"Oh? The right to one night?"
"Yes. She said if she won the duel, she'd get money, and if she lost, she'd give the right to embrace her. I won fairly in the fight, and I intended to offer her to your bed tonight, Lord-nim."
"Hoo...!"
Balthazar's face lit up.
He scanned Rose's bursting chest and smooth thighs with sticky eyes.
With an expression that said, 'She talks so boldly, but she also has such a sly and lewd side to her, doesn't she?'
"Indeed... her face and figure are perfectly to my taste. If I could embrace such a beauty, I feel like I could taste the ultimate pleasure after a long time..."
But the Lord's hand, which had been licking his lips and reaching out towards Rose, paused in mid-air, then was withdrawn with a deep sigh.
"Haa... No. I must restrain myself."
"...?"
"I made a promise with that friend Lucian. Absolutely, never, no matter what happens, I wouldn't lay a single finger on his Guardian."
"But Lord-nim, this is the result of a fair bet. It's not forced rape, so wouldn't it be okay?"
Balthazar vigorously shook his head at his loyal Guardian's suggestion.
"No, no. You don't know that stiff-necked man's temper. He's usually kind and merciful, but if you cross the line, he's a terrifying guy who sees nothing. It's foolish to make an enemy of that man just to enjoy a night of pleasure. Besides..."
Balthazar looked at Rose with eyes dripping with lingering regret, and raised a hand to draw a line in the air.
"If you were to draw a line between strength and weakness, not good and evil, and line up the Lords. White Wing Lucian. He's a monster at the very end of 'strength' in that line."
"......"
Rose let out a deep sigh of relief internally.
She had resigned herself to having to offer her body since she lost the bet.
Through their conversation, she also learned that the Lord before her wasn't such a bad person.
But having heard Lucian's name,
She didn't want to be embraced by this man who claimed to be 'not an enemy' of Lucian.
No, not just Balthazar,
At this very moment, recalling Lucian, she didn't want to spread her legs for anyone else.
"Hmm... this is quite something..."
What kind of dark thoughts was he having, looking at Rose like that?
[ Bulge- ]
Balthazar's pants front swelled terrifyingly.
It was hard to believe he had just finished ejaculating,
A monstrous presence, stiffly rising towards the sky.
"Even after I just poured so much out. To have such an exquisite beauty before my eyes and not be able to touch her, like a picture of a rice cake... this won't do. Risolde, would you help me out?"
"Yes, Lord-nim."
"......??!"
That strong and noble Guardian, who had answered with an expressionless face, approached without hesitation and knelt before the Lord.
Then, she carefully pulled down his bulging pants,
[ Lick- ]
And extended her red tongue, gently licking the massive, veiny shaft from its base upwards.
"......"
Rose couldn't close her mouth at the surreal sight unfolding before her eyes.
That ice-cold Guardian who had overwhelmed her, now prostrate at the Lord's feet, sucking his dick like a prostitute.
And right in front of her.
With such a calm face.
"Ah... good. Indeed, there's no woman like my Guardian, Risolde."
Balthazar, looking down at Risolde who had begun her devoted ministrations, then grinned at Rose, who was frozen with a bewildered expression.
"Hmm... Lucian's Guardian. Look this way, and would you open your mouth a little?"
"......Yes??"
"Close your eyes slightly. And stick out your tongue a bit. I have to keep my promise, but there's no problem with enjoying it in my imagination while looking at your face, is there?"
"......"
The benevolent Lord Balthazar.
Receiving a blowjob from his Guardian,
Imagining her tongue and lips were Rose's.
Rose pressed her lips together and firmly rejected his perverted request by turning her head sharply with a haughty expression.
However.
"Ah... Hmm... that haughty expression right now is also very good... Ahh... yes... Ugh..."
The benevolent Lord Balthazar.
Feeling an even more intense stimulation from Rose's haughty expression, which seemed to despise him, he began to thrust his hips roughly.
< Illustration - What in the world is this situation?? >
