Lord Balthazar (2) - Don't Call My Name
Lord Balthazar (2) - Don't Call My Name
[ Squish, grind. Thwack-! ]
In the heart of the great city of Deluna, in the deepest part of the Lord's castle, was an office.
Filling that space, which should have been solemn, was a wet, lewd friction sound of flesh meeting flesh.
"Haa... Ooh... Yes, there.... Uuuhm...."
Buried deep in the velvet sofa, was Lord Balthazar of Deluna.
With his arms draped over the backrest, he didn't move an inch.
He merely closed his eyes, surrendering his body to the pleasure coursing through him, and let out deep moans.
"Haa... Haaah... Heut...."
Mounted on his heavy body was the black-haired Guardian, Risolde.
Having only shed the lower part of her leather armor, she sat facing away from the Lord, thrusting her hips relentlessly.
Each time her narrow inner walls swallowed the Lord's massive shaft to the root,
[ Thwack-! Thwack-! Thwack-! ]
her thighs and pelvis collided, letting out dull, bursting sounds.
Moreover, it wasn't just simple up-and-down movements.
"Heut..."
Risolde, keeping their lower bodies tightly pressed together, began to slowly rotate her hips as if grinding a millstone.
[ Squish, squelch, slurp. ]
From the narrow opening tightly embracing the shaft, lubricating fluid gushed out, making a lewd sound as it wet the junction of their bodies.
"Aah... Excellent. As expected... Uuhm...."
'...What in the world am I watching here?'
Risolde, who had been kneeling and diligently sucking the Lord's shaft just moments ago, finally took off her pants and began to ride him, thrusting her hips.
Rose, unable to bear it any longer, abruptly stood up,
ready to leave this crazy room immediately.
- "Ah... wait... just a little longer. Uuh... Uuhm... Lucian asked me to... Haa... I have something to say... Uuh!"
Amidst the moans steeped in pleasure.
If it hadn't been for the name 'Lucian' that Balthazar desperately blurted out, she would have turned the doorknob without hesitation.
In the end, Rose stiffly sat back down in a corner of the sofa, desperately turning her head and avoiding eye contact.
[ Splat-! Splat-! Thwack-! ]
But as she blocked her sight, her other senses became even more acutely heightened.
The endless lewd sounds pounding her eardrums,
and the pungent smell of night-blooming flowers filling the room.
Just as she glanced sideways, wondering when that copulation would finally end.
"......Heut... Eut... Lord-nim...."
Rose saw 'her past self' in Risolde's face.
Before being dragged to Cassian's castle,
during her time working in the Entertainment District.
Her empty face, which felt no pleasure, but merely acted and let out moans to please her partners.
Risolde, who was frantically rotating her hips on top of the Lord, dripping with sweat.
On her face now, there was no flushed look of pleasure, nor shame or disgust from forcing herself to give her body.
Her expressionless face, with eyes gently closed and brows slightly furrowed, was no different from that of a knight performing a duty.
'......'
That dry, emotionless expression.
I, too, used to endure men's beastly thrusts with exactly that kind of face-.
'But now, I...'
This lewd body, which had become sensitive,
merely by watching the sexual act unfolding before her, felt a tingling heat rise in her lower abdomen.
Even as her mind felt disgust,
a sticky fluid was already leaking between her legs, wetting her thighs—a contradiction.
Just then, Risolde, who had been grinding her hips back and forth, completely pressed against Balthazar's body, slowly opened her eyes and met Rose's gaze.
Still, emotionless, cold eyes.
But Rose felt a strange sense of kinship in that gaze.
So, if you're wondering if Rose was aroused by Risolde's devoted hip movements,
the answer is absolutely not....
"Ohh... my Guardian... Rose... my red rose...."
'...This crazy old man, seriously...!'
Balthazar threw his whole body into Risolde's movements,
roughly gripping her black hair, and was shouting in an excited voice.
...Rose's name.
"Your red hair, swaying, drenched in sweat... Aah, it's truly the best, Rose...."
With the actual person sitting right in front of him,
the old Lord, entangled in sex with another woman, was calling her name and lost in delusion.
Every time her name was called from his mouth, even the shallow arousal her cursed body felt instantly turned sour.
'Yes... endure... just a little longer....'
She wanted to slap that face right away, but Rose clenched her fists and endured.
Because she had to hear what Lucian had asked of this perverted Lord.
As she forcibly calmed her mind.
[ Thwack! Thwack! Squishhh! ]
The friction sound of flesh meeting flesh grew even more intense.
"Lord-nim... Haah... Lord-nim...."
Risolde, still moaning with an expressionless face.
Gripping her pelvis tightly, Balthazar finally began to thrust his hips actively.
Each time Risolde's body was lifted into the air and then dropped with a thud, the massive shaft mercilessly plunged into her vulva.
"Here I come...! Aah, Rose! I'll cum... all inside you...! Ooooh!"
'......I really should have just left.'
At the same time as he furiously cried out Rose's name,
Balthazar's body finally trembled violently,
[ Gulp, squeeze, squish- ]
and hot, milky fluid poured into the deepest part of Risolde's womb.
"Hoo... Haa.... Hoo... That was truly... the best... Huhu...."
Balthazar's wet gaze, lost in the deep afterglow of ejaculation, stickily turned towards Rose.
She didn't know why he was looking at her,
no, she probably knew the reason,
Rose deliberately turned her head away, completely ignoring his gaze.
After that bizarre and unpleasant sexual act ended.
As Risolde calmly finished cleaning herself and Balthazar and got dressed,
Balthazar, his face still flushed from the lingering afterglow of climax, leisurely opened his mouth.
"Alright then. I've put out the urgent fire for now, so shall we talk about what's really important?"
'He put out the urgent fire...? How many times a day does that man have to cum to be satisfied?'
Swallowing down the vulgar thoughts she couldn't dare utter aloud, Rose glared at him with a stiff face.
Seeing Rose's disgusted expression, Balthazar, for some reason, found it so amusing that he burst into hearty laughter.
"Lucian told me. That you wish to grow stronger through your own power. So, his request was that once you arrive in Deluna, I should fully support that growth."
"Support... me?"
"Yes. There were no specific demands. That means he trusts this Balthazar that much, doesn't it? Of course, I also received a substantial compensation in return, so you don't need to feel burdened as if you owe me anything. Hahahaha."
Balthazar grinned and snapped his fingers.
"First, the foundation of a great warrior begins with equipment. Do you happen to have any other weapons or armor besides what you currently possess?"
"...This is... all I have right now."
"Hmm. I figured as much. Lucian isn't refined enough to take care of such minute details. Then, what you need first are proper weapons and armor, and useful consumables. Risolde?"
"Yes, Lord-nim. I will prepare them by today."
"Good."
"...Thank you."
"Give your thanks to Lucian, not to me or Risolde. I'm strictly the type to return as much as I receive."
What in the world did this old man receive from Lucian to show such favor?-
Thinking of Lucian, who had made arrangements for her in the unseen, a corner of Rose's heart felt a warm, emotional stir.
"But equipment is merely an outer shell. Risolde. You directly mingled bodies... no, crossed swords with her in the Training Ground earlier, so you know, don't you? How good is Rose-yang's current skill?"
Risolde glanced at Rose, then gave her assessment in a dry voice without hesitation.
"Her combat sense and reflexes aren't bad. However, her total mana is severely lacking, and she lacks practical experience and the ability to finely control mana.
At her current level... it would be difficult for her to face two or three low-level Magical Beasts simultaneously."
"......"
Rose was startled inwardly.
All she had done was swing a stick a few times,
yet Risolde had accurately pinpointed her struggle against three Blood Wolves, as if she had witnessed it herself.
"Two or three low-level Magical Beasts... So, she's a chick Guardian who just hatched from an egg."
Balthazar stroked his beard and nodded.
"In that case, expanding her mana capacity itself is the top priority. Didn't a group of Magical Beasts appear near the West Iron Mine? They haven't been subjugated yet, have they?"
"Yes, Lord-nim. The dwarves in the mine reported it two days ago. We were in the process of selecting a mercenary group to deploy for the subjugation."
"Then that works out perfectly. If there are two Guardians, there's no need to needlessly drag mercenaries along."
"Two Guardians, you say...."
As Rose, who had been listening to their conversation, looked at him with a bewildered expression, Balthazar grinned.
"You'll go with Risolde, of course. If I send our pretty little chick Rose-yang alone and even a single hair on her head gets harmed, my heart would be torn to shreds. Hahahaha!"
'...Who's your chick?'
Endure-,
because she was currently receiving immense favor.
"Of course, Risolde will be there to assist, but Rose-yang must personally deliver the killing blow to the Magical Beasts. That's how you fully absorb their mana."
"I will do so, Lord-nim."
Seeing Risolde nod briefly,
and thinking that a clear path to becoming stronger was forming,
the vague anxiety that had been weighing on a corner of Rose's heart began to fade.
After that, a few more topics were discussed,
and by the time she accepted the Lord's offer to stay in a guest room at the castle until they departed for the Magical Beast subjugation.
Rose carefully parted her lips.
Because of a sudden, unshakeable curiosity that had crossed her mind.
"Um, Lord-nim... you seem to know a lot about the other Lords on the continent...."
"Hm? Well, given my age, I've wandered all over and met all sorts of characters."
"Then, by any chance... do you know about 'Cassian'?"
Just uttering that cursed name made her heart freeze and her fingertips tremble.
But she absolutely had to know.
Because he was an enemy she would have to defeat someday-.
"...Cassian, you say."
Instantly, Balthazar's eyes sank terrifyingly.
The lecherous image of him leering at women and chuckling just moments ago vanished without a trace,
and the chilling coldness of a Dominator who had reigned for decades pressed down on the office.
"Hmm..."
Balthazar, soon relaxing his expression, let out a short sigh and looked at Rose.
"Young lady. Do you know why we Lords bother to govern our territories, and build walls to protect people from Magical Beasts?"
A sudden question.
Why suddenly?
"I heard that people's positive emotions towards Lords or Guardians... are converted into mana."
"Exactly. The people's reverence, gratitude, and blind reliance on us. That makes our mana even greater and more abundant.
It's a slightly different but similar principle to how priests who serve the Goddess perform miracles through faith."
Rose nodded.
Lucian had said the same thing,
and she herself had actually felt a similar pulse of power when she received thanks from the women she rescued from the Goblin lair.
"However, the emotions that fill us don't necessarily have to be 'positive ones'."
"Huh?"
"Fear, despair, hatred, and deep-seated terror. Such negative and destructive emotions also serve as excellent nourishment to amplify a Lord's mana.
In fact, they are much more stimulating than positive emotions, and instantly replenish power."
"Ah...."
"Some foolish and arrogant Lords fall into that sweet temptation and become tyrants. But that's ultimately self-destructive. The fear and terror of humans inevitably meet an end. Through 'death' or 'destruction'.
But respect, gratitude, and love have no limits. Even if it seems a bit slow and frustrating, the path taken by good Lords like me and Lucian is ultimately the correct one."
Balthazar, having finished speaking, took a sip of wine from the table, and offered a bitter smile to Rose.
Although she had cursed him inwardly as a perverted old man,
the words he had just uttered were clearly insights that only a good Lord who had protected people for a long time could possess.
"You asked if I knew Cassian, didn't you? That bastard tramples humans like livestock, squeezing out their despair solely to satisfy his own destructive desires... He's one of those evil Lords."
Balthazar put down his wine glass, and added with a bitter expression.
"I don't know if he's the worst Lord in the world. There might be someone more vicious and powerful than him.
But one thing is certain: he's a bastard who stands on the opposite side of the 'good path' that Lucian and I walk. In other words, he's an 'enemy' we must eliminate."
And of course, he's my enemy too-
Rose, looking at Balthazar, who was a pervert, a lecher, and a sex maniac, but still a good Lord,
nodded with a firm expression.
< Illustration - Devoted Guardian, Risolde >
