Chapter 176 – #38 Mona Bitch Assistant, Earl Meln and Egg Fragments (1)
‘… What’s happening.’
And.
A corner of the hallway where the Count and Mona’s copy created by the Count left.
Emilia, who had been hiding there with her presence dead, stood firm in surprise and astonishment with her mouth closed to prevent any breathing sound from escaping.
Originally, she was the one who had been ordered by the Count to stand by, but she still couldn’t stand her burning body, so she wandered around the mansion looking for him.
Quite by chance, I caught a glimpse of this whole thing from outside the door.
‘Earl Meln… Betrayed Mona?’
‘No, should she be called betrayal…’
In any case, the Earl and Mona will no longer be in that relationship.
Of course, since the Count stole all of Mona’s powers and knowledge, it might not be much different.
There won’t be any changes to the [Obedience Spell] And [Lewd Words] That control Emilia.
This body, which has already been remodeled, will still be in a state suitable for the count’s toilet slave.
However.
However.
However.
‘What… This feeling.’
‘Something, a strange feeling.’
Emilia’s sixth sense, She was warning something.
Something will change from now on.
It will be something different from before.
Emilia could faintly sense that this was not a simple happening.
… Indeed, there is no way to know what she will develop into as she is now.
‘… By the way.’
Anyway, the Count has left, and Mona and Charlotte, who remain in the office, have no business.
As it is, she should leave this place, but her strange doubts remain.
――Why did Mona end up like this?
I’m not talking about how things got started.
Why, why did Mona allow such violence, that is the question.
Asmodians are strict with contracts.
Demons always keep their promises.
It’s that strict, and that’s so important, so of course you wouldn’t sign a contract without thinking.
But why, did Mona allow the contract to go that far?
A contract like that, in which case the Count would have the right to take over Mona’s life and death, and he might take everything from her like now.
What kind of contract was it that made Mona give her all?
‘… Just thinking about it, there’s no way to know.’
Her curiosity was there, but there are limits to what she can know anyway.
Emilia put her current question in a corner of her head for the time being and left her seat.
However, she did not forget what happened today or the question she had now.
It is unknown at this time how much this will affect her circumstances.
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Late night.
In the garden of the mansion of the Marquis of Lars, despite the late hours, several human figures could be seen.
Because it is the end of the year, there is no moonlight shining on this place.
However, there were lanterns placed throughout the garden, so it was enough to secure the view.
“Will this location be enough?”
“Yes, it is. This mansion was originally built on the fertile leylines of this land. The person who designed this mansion is probably someone who is well versed in alchemy.”
To the Count’s question, a copy standing beside him answered.
Inside her, not only magical powers, but also most of the knowledge stolen from Mona has been transferred.
Although she left some of that knowledge in the earl, it was still a burden to accept all of her knowledge at once, having lived several times longer than humans.
I plan to spend time slowly chewing and accepting Mona’s knowledge, but for the time being, I have to deal with Mona’s power and knowledge through this copy.
“You know how much you study alchemy? I am an alchemist too.”
“Even alchemy has a wide variety of types and fields, and above all, human knowledge, technology, and magic 400 years ago were far superior to those of today.”
“… Is it.”
400 years ago.
According to tradition, it was the time when the demons wanted to annihilate humans, and it was also the time when the 【Hero】 defeated them.
The great war, which reduced one-third of the population, even destroyed a lot of knowledge and technology that flourished at the time.
There are not many materials left, but there are records that very good knowledge or magic was used on a daily basis before the war.
Items from that time are occasionally excavated, and there are often cases where they are sold at high prices under the name of 『Relics』.
[Artifacts] Made with a special process sometimes produce unimaginable results with today’s knowledge, so nobles and magic researchers always keep an eye on them.
Meanwhile, 400 years ago, the Count robbed Mona of everything she had lived in a farther time than that and learned all the knowledge and magic of the time.
It is clear that if he solves all the knowledge he has stolen now, he will be paid for what he lacks even as a billionaire.
‘I don’t mean to.’
The Count pushed the meaningless delusion that had suddenly occurred to him into a corner of his head, and took out a jewel that glowed in a magical light from his pocket.
It was the 『Demon King’s Egg Fragment』 He had taken out from the secret room of the Marquis of Rath during the day.
Even in the crystallized form now, I can feel the magical energy.
A jewel with a strange feeling that seems to swallow up all the light from the lanterns that illuminate this place.
Not only this, but I’ve seen so many fragments that I’ve absorbed so far that I’m sick of it.
However, it seems that he has not yet gotten used to this vicious and powerful energy.
Holding it the size of the palm of his hand, the Count turned his head toward his copy.
To be precise, the Held by the copy, not the copyTo the person at the end of the leash It gave attention
“Town…”
Cappy’s leash.
At the end of that leash, A naked Mona is on all fours, gagged and gagged.
A red dog collar around his neck.
Originally, what Emilia had been subjected to by her is now being suffered by Mona.
“Ugh… Uh… !”
Mona’s buttocks were red with her handprints left on them, and perhaps as a result of her repeated spankings and her training assistant, she had quietly crawled along to this place without rebelling.
However, now, perhaps feeling the ‘shards’ in the Count’s hand, he whimpered as if trying to say something with his gagged mouth.
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“Uh… Whoops… !”
To the Count’s question, Mona nodded her head.
However, the Count did not release her gag, but rather leaned over and placed her hand on Mona’s luscious ass.
Wow!
Khuhuong?!
“Huh. Who did you think would listen to what you said?”
I took all the knowledge I needed anyway and put it in this copy.
No matter what Mona said now, it would be meaningless and unnecessary.
The Count, who had additionally disciplined Mona by hitting her buttocks two or three more times, tried to draw her attention away from Mona and prepare her 『Her ceremony』.
But to him, Cappy beckoned and spoke to her.
“Master, Master.”
“What.”
“There is still some time until the ceremony. In the meantime, how about enjoying some entertainment without being bored?”
Cappy said while pulling the leash of her original Mona.
Mona, staggered by the pull on her leash, collapsed, burying herself in her copy’s leg.
Mona raised her body again in her haste, and Cappy smiled at her cleverly and knocked her down again by kicking her.
“Entertainment, entertainment.”
The Count rolled the words out of his mouth as if thinking for a moment, but he gave her a nod without thinking long.
Then she stretched out her hand and suddenly a tree grew in the middle of her empty garden,
She sat comfortably astride a tree that had grown into a chair.
“Then try it once. You’ll have to wait a bit anyway.”
“Yes, I will never disappoint my master.”
Mona’s copy respectfully bowed her head with her earl’s permission, then stretched out her hand towards her original.
Her hand, which had been empty a moment before, but now held a horseshoe-whip, like one used on her horse.
The copy vigorously swung it at her original butt.
Wow!
“… ?! Ugh… !!!”
A loud sound resounded, and as if that sound was the beginning, the bitch training for the original began.
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Treated as her bitch, or certainly less, Mona was ordered to make an unseemly appearance in front of her countess, first by whipping her ass.
Twitching her ass or crying a lot.
Or make an embarrassing declaration while being whipped.
Along with that, her copy manipulated the vulva engraved on her original’s belly, so that each time she hit her ass, she felt pleasure, not pain, and moreover, her mazo pleasure increased more and more. He cast a spell on her.
As a result, as her cape’s whipping intensified, Mona’s mouth grew more and more foul, obscene, unearthly moans.
Ah… Ah…
Aww!…
Like that.
Mona’s show of masochistic discipline continued until she climaxed with only her whip.
From Mona’s orgasmic cunt, her lewd juices gushed and dripped into the grassy garden.
Her cunt, her grass, which came up to about her knees, slipped around her horny pussy every time she moved or flinched, allowing her to feel her strange, sweet itch. Made me feel
“Ugh… Keugh… ♥”
Her gag has been removed, but her eye patch is still on her, and she imagines the Countess of Meln watching her in front of her, feeling resentment at her hypertrophied shame.
How does he see himself now?
He must be laughing at himself or looking at him with indifferent eyes.
She should have been superior to humans by nature, but for her to inflict such humiliation on humans.
It’s really embarrassing and embarrassing, but this feeling has also been transformed into unbearable masochistic pleasure by her vagina and witchcraft, and it bothers Mona even more…
