Revenge Hero BAD END 186

Chapter 186 – #40 Mother-Daughter Rape, Daughter and Mother and the Warrior’s Pussy Sandwich (4)

Now what should I do?
Thinking about which of the two mother and daughter holes should I stick this angry cock into?
Just then, I felt a gaze prickly on my skin.

Turning around, I saw Emilia staring at me from a corner of the bed.
When Emilia saw the Count turn around, she hurriedly covered one hand with the other, keeping her out of the Count’s line of sight.
But looking at her flushed face and grimacing, her pointy erect nipples, and the vaguely stained sheet under her cunt, I could guess what she was doing.

“Don’t worry, my dear Emilia. Because she has never forgotten you.”

The Count left the mother and daughter who were clinging to each other and approached Emilia on her knees.
Seeing the Count approaching, Emilia bared her teeth and growled as if threatening, but she did not physically strike or push him away.

She glared at him as he approached from a close range, and accepted the count’s arm that extended toward her without refusing.
Emilia’s slender arms, and her feminine voluptuous body, like her feminine slender rim, slipped into the Count’s arms.

“Oh… Let this go… Count… I… !”
“Sorry, sorry my love. I made you lonely.”
“Noisy… You are… Like you… He’s just my enemy… I will kill… !”
“Yeah, right. I was your enemy That’s right, yes…”

Sturdy arms. An arm gently wrapped around it.
It’s an enemy. On the subject of the enemy.
He’s the one who killed his father, did bad things to his mother, and plunged himself into ruin like this.
However, Emilia could neither refuse nor shake off the arm that wrapped around her like this.

Just in this situation, even in this situation full of anger and hatred.
Her heart thumps at the strength of this arm, and her uterus even tightens up at the thought of being raped by him right away.

To her own pathetic self.
In this situation where the answer is not even visible.
Emilia’s regret only grew.

“Count… I hate you.”
“Yes. That’s right, my love.”
“You are my enemy. I will never forgive you for your crimes against my parents.”
“Yes. Right?”
“Also, to that mother and daughter… No matter what kind of man the Marquis of Von Lars was, there is no exoneration for what you did to them both.”
“Right. I know.”
“… Okay. You deserve to be hated, and surely one day the mace of the gods will fall upon your head. I am sure that will happen.”
“I’m still fine like this, but that’s okay. I wonder when, indeed, the man called God will punish me.”
“… Rubbish. Garbage garbage garbage garbage… !”

Emilia said so in anger as she stretched out her hand toward the count’s face.
If the Count’s head was broken like this, he could be killed in one fell swoop.
She had the strength and skills to match Emilia’s, but her hand did not break the count’s neck.

Chuuup…

Fixing her count’s face, Emilia closed her eyes and began kissing his lips.
The Count also responds to her kiss by hugging Emilia’s body gently, but with even more strength.

A kiss that feels tender and affectionate, like that of a lover.
Emilia also didn’t ask anyone to do it, but she continued to kiss her vigorously as if she was actively swallowing his lips.

The kiss didn’t last that long.
After the obscene kiss, Emilia took her face away from the Count.
Then, with moistened eyes, with a slightly distorted expression, she speaks to him.

“I will never forgive you.”
“I will never forgive you.”
“But… I admit my defeat.”
“I am now a body that cannot live without you.”
“Even now, I can’t stand it because I’m still full of sorrow while wishing for you.”

Not ordered, not hypnotized.
Emilia’s unfeigned true heart, which was merely the fruit of the Count and Mona’s training so far.

The nervousness that had accumulated, and the stress she felt as she watched her pour out her affections on another woman in front of her eyes.
Eventually, she made Emilia admit her defeat.

“The week you left me at the mansion, I was so lonely without you.”
“There was an alter ego, but that doesn’t work. That wasn’t enough.”
“I want to quickly have sex with you, the main body, so I moved nonstop and defeated the threatening monster.”
“I want to get a reward from you.”
“I want to be loved by you.”

“A little while ago, I was trying to refrain from trying to flirt with you without even realizing it… I masturbated.”
“No matter how much I masturbate, no matter how much I massage my nipples and rub my clitoris.”
“The way you show affection to another woman… I was just annoyed, only annoyed.”

“It shouldn’t be like this.”
“It can’t be like this.”

Emilia confesses.
Emilia confesses.
Emilia spits out her true feelings.

In the contradiction of hating and hating, but unable to live without him and feeling his affection so sweet.
Emilia confessed while holding back her tears.

“I will hate you to the end.”
“Until the end, I will not forget this angry heart.”
“But… Because I admit defeat.”
“Do whatever you ask.”
“I will give you everything.”
“Because you can do everything you want.”

“——I will give in.”

“Please have sex.”
“Please violate me.”
“Love me more.”
“Me… Eat me… ♡”

The trembling lips are making a confession that should not be made.
The hero, and the daughter of the count who should always be proud.
There was no way he would be allowed to admit defeat to his enemy.

And that fact.
This humiliating situation of making a confession that would never be known, and declaring defeat to the enemy.
It made Emilia suffer from the virtuous pleasure that soared through the crown of her head.

As if responding to Emilia’s condition, the vulva on her lower abdomen began to glow intensely.
The heat that enveloped Emilia’s body also rose at once, to the point where she felt hot.

I feel good.
I feel good.
I feel good.

To declare defeat, to declare surrender.
I feel so, so good.
It seems like I’m going to get addicted to defeat like this.
Even if nothing happens, or even if something happens, I feel like declaring defeat…

“Emilia, Emilia.”
“Yeah… Count… Sir…”
“I can’t help but be moved and thrilled by your confession… ! I feel like I’m going to love you more and more…”
“More… You will like it… Ah… Words like that… Because the womb cries… ♡”
“I like you, Emilia. I love you, Emilia.”
“Ugh… Keugh… ♡ That, only… You are… Because it’s an enemy… To the end… I will hate you… ♡”

Contrary to her words of hatred, Emilia’s lips twisted in delight at the earl’s confession of love.
The Count started kissing Emilia again.
Contrary to the moment before, the Count forced Emilia to kiss him.

Her arms, which used to wrap Emilia’s shoulders, now go behind Emilia’s head and pull her even more.
Emilia twitched her cunt, feeling the masochistic pleasure welling up from her suffocating kiss…

* * *

Churup… Chuuup… Chuuup… Churup…
Chuuup… Chew up… Tsk… Chung chung chung…

Above the bed.
Between the legs of the Count, who was half-lying on the bed, Emilia was lying on her stomach, sucking his cock in her mouth.

Shortly before her submission and declaring defeat to her earl, she began to serve him of her own will, without the need for her to use the coercion of her sorcery.
Wanting her to serve his cock as her mouth, her count offered her his cock to do with her wishes.

As Emilia held the count’s cock in her mouth and sucked it, she twitched her pussy at the taste, smell, and presence of the cock and spewed out her love juice.

‘Ahhh… Head… It’s creepy…’
‘It’s the enemy’s cock… The more I hate you… It makes me feel better…’

It’s full of good things.
The count’s cock made her feel so good.

However, Emilia now does not deny or deny that pleasure like she did before.
Perhaps in response to the attitude of accepting it, the ‘vulva’ engraved on her belly continues to shine, naturally increasing her female pleasure.

Pleasure beyond what she had felt so far resonates inside her Emilia…