Chapter 60 – Return of Helena – 4
“Keep it off!”
Suddenly, a strange moaning sound was heard, and Scapi turned to see Vito with her eyes closed and her shivering. And Helena was choking him! Helena’s white hands, so thin and delicate that you could see her bones, were stabbing Vito’s thick, black neck with her nails deeply embedded!
Scarpy was so surprised that he couldn’t say anything, but Helena’s voice rang in his ears. It was not the languid voice of a woman stained with pleasure until now, but a cold-blooded voice cold as ice and cruel.
“Whoa, it’s worse than I thought. It’s only this level of heat… If your skills are only this, I don’t think it’s any more useless.”
Scarpy’s body trembled at the sight of that cold ridicule. Her voice was neither an ignorant princess nor a lustful sorceress, but a cruel and evil witch herself who was favored by Lucifer. Alas, how many men have bled to death by her infinitely beautiful touch. And now here a new victim was about to add two more.
Scarpy got it right even though she was mistaken. Helena’s body was the best creation ever created by Lucifer himself, the most lewd and color-sensitive body that could exist on earth. And her lascivious lust coexisted with her cruel, sadistic desire to kill. So, the medicine he made had no meaning whatsoever. It’s like putting a drop of water on a bucket full of water doesn’t make any difference.
Suddenly realizing that a huge shadow had fallen in front of her, Scarpy stepped back in surprise. When did you come in? The huge knight from earlier had come inside.
“Kill him.”
And at the witch’s cold command, the knight immediately drew her sword and struck her down. Scarpy was split in two, unable to even think of running away.
But his situation could be said to be better. Anyway, he went to the other world at once without even feeling… Vito was now unable to breathe properly due to the pain, and his eyeballs were about to pop out. He moved her hand and tried to shake Helena’s arm off her, but Helena’s arm and hand were very stubborn despite her fragile, fragile body.
Iris’s necklace, a new gift from Lucifer, raised Helena’s strength and agility to a level far superior to that of her old days, not just the Valkyrie, the best among the knights, but the highest level that is hard to find a rival among male knights. Therefore, there was no way that a masseuse who was not a trained warrior would be able to withstand a surprise attack.
“Turn it off…”
As Vito rolled her eyes in pain, Helena’s penis, deeply embedded in her body, swelled to its fullest extent. Strangely enough, pain and sexual pleasure often trigger similar reactions in the body.
It was like that even now. Helena rejoiced at her manly penis filling her own body, and she beamed with blissful pleasure as her murderous pleasure added to her hot sexual pleasure. Her face was so dazzlingly beautiful that no one could even imagine that she was a witch who killed people like insects.
In time, Vito suffocated from his choking. Even as he died, he did not forget to satisfy her Helena by ejaculating magnificently in her womb. As Helena shoved his corpse to her feet, her cunt squirmed and aroused new pleasures, and milky-white semen gushed out every time.
Excited with the excitement of her sex and her murder, she twisted her legs, one hand covering her cunt, thrusting her fingers in and stimulating her, with the other. As she massaged her breasts, she ordered her own two knights, or her masturbators.
“Good! Go to that whorehouse, kill all the men, and send the women back. From now on, I will rule the imperial palace of the Pent Empire, hehe…”
The knights, of course, faithfully fulfilled the order. Afterwards, the harlot house where upper-class women were located in the basement of Sophia’s mansion disappears without a trace.
The warm May sun was beating down. Silvia, the Crown Princess of the Pent Empire and famous for her celestial beauty, was out in a small shelter prepared in the garden of the Crown Princess Palace. The shelter was a place where she could relax or take a nap while enjoying the warm sunlight on lazy afternoons, so there was a luxurious bed and a soft sofa, as well as a table for tea. It was open all around, so it was sunny and well ventilated, and the surrounding scenery was great, so it was a perfect place to relax on a leisurely afternoon.
Right now, Sylvia was leaning back on the soft sofa wearing a thin ivory-colored chemise, closing her eyes slightly and enjoying the warm afternoon sunlight. There was a steaming teacup on the table. She wore only panties and a bra as her undergarments, and just a thin silk chemise over them, so she could use them as nightgowns without any problems. In fact, it was not uncommon for him to go to the bed next to him and take a nap when he became more drowsy in this state.
It had been almost a month since Helena had returned. Sylvia was thanking Helena for personally killing all the lowly men in the whorehouse, including Scapi and Vito, and freeing her upper-class women. Other women were like that too.
No matter how much I enjoy my body and enjoy it in pleasure, if you think about it, it was really a very dangerous tightrope. Everything can be lost with the slightest twist. Essel’s devastating episode shocked all her high-class prostitutes who enjoyed her company, as if her heart stopped. Besides, Scarpy was so unlucky and hateful that I wanted to tear him to pieces anyway, so it felt good that he was massacred.
However, Helena’s behavior left only one side effect. She had no way to resolve her uncontrollable lust. The nobles and court ladies, who had been tamed by Cesare, including Sylvia, and who had been seduced to perfection by Scarpi’s medicine, were barely able to soothe themselves with masturbation, but it was not a fundamental solution.
It was the same even now. Sylvia was just leaning her body against the sofa, which had been sluggish in the afternoon sun, but even though she was basking in the sun like this, she felt strange and wet between her legs. She involuntarily rubs her legs together while letting out her moan of “Ah!”
“What should I do, whoa…”
Hungry for a man, but now that there is no Jonathan, Cesare, or Vito, and the whorehouse has been dismantled, she was just frustrated as Sylvia. She was so dazed that she suddenly felt a presence. When she turned her head, it was Helena, her only rival in the world who could compete with her for her beauty. Her Helena, who made the most of her position here to accentuate her own beauty, she wore, as always, her V-shaped dress and a short skirt that went over her thighs.
“Hello, Sylvia, what are you doing here?”
“Ah, Helena, I’m just taking a break, ho-ho… You can sit here and get some rest.”
When Sylvia smiled and invited her, Helena sat down on the sofa across from her table without hesitation. As Helena casually crossed her legs, her short purple skirt, which was supposed to be there, rolled up even higher, revealing her thighs. The sight was so sexy that even Sylvia, her same woman, made her heart pound.
