Chapter 211 – #45 Friend Humiliation, Never Win (Chris – Humiliation and Humiliation) (3)
Compared to the heroes Emilia and Princess Mine, Chris would belong to an ordinary axis in his own way.
Of course, he was already extraordinary enough in that he had demonic blood, but still, compared to those two, he couldn’t help being treated like that.
However, the Count could feel a strange sense of kinship because of that.
I sympathize with her selfishly, and despise her mediocrity.
She was in a similar situation to Chris.
She, too, was nothing more than an outcast who only envied talented people after all.
In order to achieve what he wants, he is a pitiful human being who sacrifices his body and soul to the demon tribe.
『I will make a contract.』
『This body and soul, if you want anything, take it——』
It would be nice if he was a talented person with the strength and ability to achieve his goals without needing help from others.
If that’s not the case, I’d rather be a carefree fool who doesn’t even dream of things that I’m not capable of.
『I wish instead.』
『There is just one thing I long for——』
At the point where the wish came true, he became unhappy.
The moment he became aware of his own talentlessness, he became unhappy.
Faced with a reality that he could not do anything about on his own, he was an idiot who didn’t know how to give up, so he ended up being unhappy.
Even if he stripped himself of what he had, he could only book a bad end that would ultimately lead to his own ruin.
A future where nothing can be achieved except for one thing you want to achieve.
Abandon everything else, wish for nothing else, cast aside all other wishes.
It was only then that I was barely allowed to do just one thing I longed for.
『To Emilia.』
Alas, I wish I had been more gifted.
Because I have more ability, power, knowledge, and wisdom to deal with that knowledge.
So it would have been nice if we could have had a better ending.
I wish I could give the person I love a better future.
『Emilia——』
If so.
If I could, it would be great.
Not being able to do that, I’m so sorry…
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Twitt Twitt Twitt Twitt Tzubyuut… !
Ah, ah, ah, ah ah… !! Ah… ♥
Tsubu… Tsubu… Tsubu… Tzuyuuk… !
Whoa… Oops, oops… Ah… ♥♥♥
… How much time has passed?
While the sense of time had already completely disappeared, Chris was still being raped by the Count.
Currently, Chris and the Count are in a face-to-face position.
Looking straight at the count, the posture of showing all the disgraceful appearance that was soaked in his pleasure and disheveled.
As it is, Chris moves her waist by himself, and the Count also slowly lifts her waist together in accordance with it, while incestuous with each other and indulging in pleasure.
Heck… Heck… Sorry…
Oops… Whoa… Huh…
“Haaaaa♥… ! I think I’m going… Yo. This… Master… Dear ♥… !”
To Chris, who confessed in a sweet, nasal voice, the Count replied that he could go anytime.
As if relieved by that answer, Chris swallowed the next count’s cock up to the root and reached the climax at the same time.
While swallowing the count’s cock inside, he shows an unsightly, vulgar face…
Ha… Ha… Ha…
With a flushed face, Chris caught his breath through sweat.
Every time she drew her breath and picked her breath, she swayed those plump-looking breasts.
Her countess looked at her and said, holding her delicate and lovely figure in her eyes.
“You have become quite compliant, Chris. Yes?”
“…”
“Since you are mixing your bodies like this, it seems that the memories of the past are coming back. Before I left, at that time, the teaching assistant went smoothly and was pretty cute.”
And now, whenever the time of her sex continues, Chris changes into an innocent look, as if recalling her memories from a month ago.
At first, the count had to force her through the ‘vulgar door’, but now she has come to the point where she does it on her own without the count’s orders.
In her mid-half she was Chris, who noticed and was ashamed of it, but now she couldn’t recall those feelings or even show them with her expression.
She was ashamed of this and that, and did not even have the energy left to argue.
If it were Emilia, she would have endured a little longer with her grit, determination, and unique stubbornness, but it was impossible for Chris.
The Earl laid such Chris down and started to violate her Chris again in the position of the top.
At first, her legs, which had only flinched and flaccid, gradually became the feeling of hugging the count’s waist with her legs.
Her arms were also wrapped around the Count’s shoulder, and her two arms and legs clung to the Count’s body like a koala.
Just as it was, the count’s cock poked her inside Chris.
Chibob Chibob Chibob Chibob Chibob Chibob
Tzuyu Tzuyu Tzuyu Tzuyu
Ah… Ah… ! Oops… !
Huo clothes… Oh oh… Uhhhhh… !
Deep inside her, and the count’s cock, which always stimulated and rubbed the places that made her feel good.
Chris groaned at the cock, trembling with joy and delight.
It felt like Chris’ flesh clinging to her prick, begging her to please come and pack it inside her.
It’s hot, soggy, and tight.
It’s hot, soggy, and clings to you.
It’s hot, soggy, curvy, and stimulates the cock.
“Whoa… !”
Aww ♥… Hehe… ♥ Ah, ah… ♥
The Count, fully and leisurely enjoying the taste of such a pussy, pushed his cock deep inside and began to ejaculate.
Crying… Crying… Crying… Crying… !
Gurg… ! Gurgling… !
“Aaaaa… ♥♥♥”
As the semen poured deep inside her, Chris let out a soft moan of delight.
The Count also sighed, as if it was very pleasant to ejaculate in that hot, soggy, obscenely tight vagina.
The Count, who had been quietly inserting it as if enjoying the lingering sound.
After a while, he pulled out her butt from inside Chris…
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Whoa…
After enjoying enough of Chris’s body, the Count is sitting in front of a table in the corner of his room and drinking lightly.
It was still late at night, a bit early to even call it dawn, and it was getting shorter as winter approached.
So, there must still be quite a while before the sun rises… While thinking, I looked outside through the window.
The scenery of the night when the sun did not rise, however, was worth seeing thanks to the abundant moonlight.
The moon that rose in the sky was a full moon, and the silver moon was round and pretty.
Since the ceremony for the Count to absorb the ‘Devil’s Egg Fragment’ took place on the previous day, it was known that 15 days had already passed since the last day he absorbed the fragment.
Time is really fast.
As I was about to pour a new drink into my glass, soaked in strange feelings, I heard someone from the bed.
Chris, who he thought had already fallen asleep completely exhausted, pushed the thick blanket away and stood up.
“Did you sleep well? How about a drink too?”
“…”
Since the magic tool for lighting was turned off, Chris’ face was hard to see because there was no light.
No answer from Chris, no movement.
I wondered if it was because I was tired or drunk, but as if it wasn’t, Chris raised his voice.
“Mona, where are you? … Where are you?”
“Mona?”
In the dark, the sign of Chris nodding his head came through.
Mona must have trained her Chris quite harshly, but why is he looking for her?
“I have something to say. What I want to ask.”
“What to say?”
“… Because it’s a demon… Yo. This.”
Contrary to his attitude when we first saw him today, Chris respectfully spoke every word he spoke to the count.
She seems to have somehow made herself aware of her predicament after barely a day.
‘Monara…’
She has no reason to listen to Chris’ wishes.
However, the Count seemed to ponder for a moment, and then, with a snap of his fingers, turned on the magic tool for lighting.
A soft light quietly illuminated the Count’s bed and table.
“There.”
When the view was secured like that, the Count pointed to the side of the bed.
There, on the shelf, was a pouch containing the marbles that imprisoned Mona.
“It’s in there, so if you have something to say, you can do it yourself.”
While Chris was puzzled by the Count’s words, she moved closer to the shelf and examined the contents of her pocket.
Then she was startled to check the marbles in the pouch that Mona was trapped in.
“… This…”
“It’s not difficult as long as it’s a magic spell. If you don’t know, I’ll teach you how.
Take it out to take it out, or you can leave it alone. Even in that state, if you infuse mana, you can have a conversation.
If you don’t like that, you can throw the marbles on the floor and break them. Then maybe, Trapped inside, Mona will die.”
The Count said so calmly.
And if you’re going to worry about it, he even gave you permission to take it and worry about it.
Even the Count himself did not know why he had allowed it.
Maybe it’s because of the simple alcohol, or maybe it’s because I just want to do something for Chris.
Chris watched the Count carefully, put the marble in his pocket, got off the bed, and put on his clothes.
“… Then, I’ll go to my room, master… Oops… Count.”
Then, as soon as I put on my clothes, I left the count’s room.
The pocket was held in his hand.
Percussion
The door to the room was closed, and only the count, sipping alcohol, was left alone in the room…
