The Tyrants' Alliance Meeting - 5
They were coming.
The redhead who had bound the protagonist's arms, seated him on a wooden horse, and delighted in candles and the lash.
The blonde who had stuffed a pacifier in his mouth, locked him in a chastity cage, and tormented him by stoking his arousal until he suffered.
And even the pink-haired one who had bound his limbs to the bed and milked him by hand until he bled.
Albert steeled himself with tension as he recalled the queens — women who shared the same bent, yet each practiced it in her own distinct way.
The situation is different, so it should be fine… but I still can't let my guard down.
Though things differed from the game, it was far too soon to relax. He whipped himself on and waited for the queens to arrive.
Beatrix was waiting in the bedroom.
It was so that the parties involved could speak as calmly as possible among themselves. Still, just in case, she had cast listening magic throughout the room — to know what they would talk about, and to prepare for anything unexpected.
"Your Grace. The monarchs have arrived."
"Yes. I understand."
When the maid outside raised her voice, Albert rose as well. One could not remain seated to receive guests who were monarchs first and foremost — not unless the visitors were subordinates.
They're certainly beautiful.
With all three monarchs entering at once, it was like every kind of flower bursting into full bloom. Albert lingered a moment in that illusion before hastily collecting himself.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Albert."
When he bowed his head in greeting, the monarchs who had approached the table gave a light nod in return. He was not yet formally the queen's husband, but treating him purely as a subordinate was awkward as well. With the wedding only days away, there was no sign the marriage would fall through. Moreover, Beatrix herself had permitted him to take the Martinez name of the Eastern royal house — which meant she was accepting him as a member of the royal family.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Wilhelmina Grey."
Surprisingly, the irritable Wilhelmina was the first to offer a friendly greeting. Despite her rapid rise from commoner to royal consort, she was humble. A sentence from the report rose in Wilhelmina's mind.
"I am Kristia Myers. Call me Kristia."
"I'm Maria Meyer. Please call me Maria as well."
Not to be outdone, the other two monarchs also showed a friendly warmth, as if glad to meet him.
He's rather cute.
His looks aren't that outstanding.
They assessed their first impressions of Albert inwardly as they took their seats.
"Would you care for a cup of tea first?"
Albert asked quietly, lifting the teapot set on the table.
"Sure. Go ahead."
When Wilhelmina held out her teacup as if she had been waiting, the teapot tipped slightly downward. The pale green tea, steeped to perfection in advance, trickled from the spout. As the fragrant scent of herbal tea tickled their noses, the other two women who had been sitting quietly asked for tea as well.
"This is rather nice."
"It's thanks to the people who prepared it with care."
A simple word of thanks would have been enough — yet he smiled while deliberately mentioning the subordinates. Kristia wore a faint smile, as if she liked that about him. She most despised the sort who claimed subordinates' achievements as their own, and he was the opposite.
"By the way, there's something I'd like to ask. Is that all right?"
Clink. Wilhelmina set down her half-empty teacup as she asked. Being the most impatient of the three, she often took the lead.
That's why it's nice having Wilhelmina around. It's convenient.
Maria kept her ears pricked while pretending to focus on her tea. Kristia had set down her cup and was showing blatant interest, staring so hard it felt as if she might bore a hole through him — to the point of being oppressive. Still, he could hardly keep his mouth shut, so Albert answered in a half-resigned voice.
"Yes. Please go ahead."
"Then, first question. What do you like about her?"
Coming in without any filter. Albert didn't know how best to answer. He did like Beatrix, but for many reasons.
"It's hard to give a clean-cut answer. There are a number of reasons."
"Then tell me all of them."
"It might be uncomfortable to hear. Are you sure you're all right with that?"
"I don't care, so stop stalling and talk."
Don't regret this. Albert decided to spit it all out without a filter, just like Wilhelmina — with faith that Beatrix, who was surely listening even now, would cover for him.
"I've always thought she was an extraordinary person, so I respected her from the start."
I respected her. That single line kicked off a lengthy boast about his lover. The boasting included talk of her body as well. Every time the level threatened to climb or dip into the blatantly explicit, the monarchs' cheeks flushed red. To put it another way, it was like a friend's fiancée sitting among a group of men and boldly laying bare blush-inducing stories. Naturally, the friends listening found themselves in an awkward spot — even if those friends happened to be the tyrants said to fear nothing in the world.
"Is that enough?"
When he finished the long bout of lover-bragging, Albert rose with an awkward smile. The atmosphere was simply not one in which the conversation could continue, so the gathering dissolved of its own accord.
"Maybe it's because he's a commoner, but… how can he be like that?"
Wilhelmina, the first to recover from the shock, muttered. The sight of someone truly loving that infamous tyrant was deeply unfamiliar.
"Right. It's quite disconcerting."
Kristia, recovering next, muttered as well. The explicit bedroom talk Albert had deliberately unleashed still rang vividly in her ears.
"He's got quite the nerve, too. Even knowing Beatrix has his back, it wouldn't have been easy to do that in front of us."
Simply by the numbers, it was three against one. Even though the limits of Beatrix facing them alone were plain, Maria personally experienced that the rage boiling from jealousy could, at its peak, leave one feeling utterly hollow.
Around the time the three women were settling their startled, quieted hearts, Beatrix — who should have been in the bedroom — burst into the room without warning. Her expression was still blank, yet her stride was confident and her back ramrod straight. It was as if her entire body were declaring, I am the victor.
When she settled her hips into the chair Albert had occupied, Wilhelmina asked.
"Hey. Get me a man like that too."
"Just grab any kid and raise him."
"Bullshit! You think raising one would produce that? That kind of thing has to be born that way."
Wilhelmina snapped her eyes sharp and lamented. A person's nature is largely innate. Education and the shocks of life can shift it a little, but completely changing the essence is difficult. And how many people, raised under a palace education, end up with humble hearts? Even if raised uneventfully in an ordinary household, the moment they step into a royal palace, their lungs fill with air. The other monarchs nodded as if they agreed with that thought.
"A diamond is a diamond because it is rare. If diamonds were as common as cheap gems, would they have value?"
When Kristia quietly added a word, Beatrix spoke.
"Even if diamonds became common, their essence wouldn't change."
"But the way humans look at that essence would. If men like the one you're taking as a partner were common, we wouldn't have said much either."
We would simply have thought, oh, she likes that kind of personality, and left it at that. Kristia took a breath, then parted her lips again. Beatrix kept her lips pressed shut and quietly lent an ear to her words.
"If he had received help in a world where men of that character were common? Can you be certain he would still hold the same love he does now?"
"Yes. I'm certain."
When Beatrix cut it short, Kristia's eyes went wide. She sensed there was solid ground for Beatrix's answer.
"Can you tell us the reason?"
"You've already looked into everything, so why ask? That man… my husband has a large penis. Larger than any other man's."
Of course, if he'd only had a large penis and a foul temper, his head would have been off his shoulders by now and then some. Beatrix swallowed those words and slowly closed her eyes.
"What… did you say?"
Kristia stammered as if she couldn't believe it. She had found out that Albert's penis was large. She had even blushed when she first read that sentence. But it had been nothing more than something written in a report, and her disbelief that it could be all that large had been strong.
But coming from Beatrix's own mouth……
While the faintly boastful tone about her man left her stunned, Maria opened her mouth.
"I overheard it myself, and she really does love it to death. At first I wondered if it might be an act, but you can't keep acting like that forever. And she's not the type."
"That may be so, but… I never expected those words to come out of Beatrix's mouth. That's why the shock is considerable."
"I felt the same."
Maria wore a bitter smile as if she understood completely.
Gulp.
Wilhelmina, who had only been listening at some point, swallowed dryly. She had fallen for a man she had regarded as nothing more than a seed-sower — and it was that Beatrix. That point was still shocking.
"Hey… Beatrix."
When she called the name in a trembling voice, Beatrix turned her gaze.
"What?"
"Is it… that big?"
"His cock?"
"Y-yeah. That."
Wilhelmina stammered not from embarrassment but from shock. Aside from Beatrix, all three were virgins, yet every one of them had an unrestrained personality.
"It's big. Roughly……"
Beatrix waved a hand through the air, tracing the shape of a penis. The more strongly she recalled Albert's member, the hotter her body grew.
"Th-that's impossible! People talk about huge ones, but there's a limit — how does something that big even go in?"
Maria, who had only been listening, flushed and cried out. She was well-versed in sexual knowledge, but Beatrix's description had been that shocking. Beatrix lowered the hand that had been waving through the air onto her thigh and said,
"Right. It doesn't go in just like that. You need to be sturdy like us, and you need magical assistance too."
"Y-you use magic too?"
It wasn't even in the reports, so all three women's eyes went round at once.
"Is that true?"
"It's true. You may not believe it."
"I'm getting dizzy."
Kristia pressed her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. The thought of tasting an oversized cock day after day made her head throb. The story was so unreal she almost wondered if it was a dream.
"If one put her mind to it, she could enlarge a penis all she liked, couldn't she?"
Beatrix tilted her head as if puzzled. At that, Kristia took her hand from her forehead and let out a long breath.
"Haa…! Cultivated and wild can't possibly taste the same."
"There's a sense of pride in raising something, isn't there? And once you've raised it, the difference in taste wouldn't matter."
"Isn't the thrill different when you first encounter the real thing? Besides, you can't even be sure the man is worth that kind of trouble in the first place."
Thrill. That was true enough. Beatrix recalled the first time she had seen Albert's penis. The expression that the thrill was different resonated with her anew.
"You're right. How many men are there who go wild and do whatever they want after you've gone to the trouble of raising them? There were more than one or two who acted like they owned the world just because their looks improved."
Wilhelmina offered a concrete example, saying it was common even among the noble sons right beside them.
"That's what I told you. Being able to get a man like that was truly lucky. A huge cock any woman would eye greedily. And a man who stays humble and kind even after gaining the status of royal consort. Where in the world is there a man who fills all those conditions? At least I've never seen one."
When Maria piled on as well, Beatrix closed her mouth as if she had nothing left to say. In this moment, Beatrix was nothing but a fraud — a fraud whose every word would only sour the listeners' moods.
"…Show me."
Wilhelmina muttered in a small voice.
"Pardon? What did you say?"
When the three women turned puzzled looks on her,
"I said show me! How big his dick is — just let me get a look at it once!"
Unable to hold back, Wilhelmina bellowed as if exploding with anger, even mixing in the vulgar language she only used when truly furious.