Chapter 23 – #7 Don’t Underestimate, Don’t Underestimate! (2)
She was Emilia who was in heat, but in order not to look down on her Mona, she corrected her posture and moved forward with her back straight.
It would not be easy for her to control her own body, which tried to deviate as much as her teeth, with only her mental strength, but her pride as a warrior encouraged her to do so.
And barely,
With sweat on her forehead, Emilia arrived at the dinner room she was aiming for.
A needlessly large table used by nobles.
At one end of it, the hated enemy, Earl Meln, was already sitting and waiting for Emilia.
Emilia glared at him hatefully, but
“Come on, sit down. Emilia Edenbergz, my love.”
She was at a loss for words at that disgusting and greasy tone,
After all, she doesn’t hide her anger and she sits at the other end of the table, furthest away from Count Meln.
‘… ? Aren’t you ready yet?’
All the meals were already placed in front of Count Meln.
Perhaps just in time for Emilia’s arrival, another servant could see another servant placing plates steaming hot as if they were just finished, in front of Count Meln.
However, nothing was placed in front of Emilia yet. She doesn’t even have utensils.
Ordinarily, if aristocrats or non-family members dine together, it would be natural for Emilia to eat in this seat.
If the rules were different in this mansion, and if Emilia had a designated seat for herself, she would have at least put her tableware there.
But if there is none of that.
‘Am I telling you to starve?’
Was it simply to watch Count Meln eat?
It’s a harrowing story, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t even feel like eating the bread the enemy gives me.
So, let’s draw a rough conclusion and stare at it,
Earl Meln started beckoning to Emilia.
“Welcome, Emilia. I have prepared a place for her like this.”
“… ? Where are you going to sit?”
“Here you are, here.”
At Count Meln’s next move, Emilia frowned at her.
Because the place Count Meln was pointing at was none other than him, but his own arms.
She sat with her legs apart and her back reclined as far as she could, leaving the space in her arms empty.
Realizing her intentions, Emilia even had the illusion that the blood vessels in her head were suddenly severing.
A joke
Are you kidding
How far are you going to mock me… !
“Welcome, Emilia. … I hate food getting cold.”
“Oh… !”
The voice of Count Meln was heard again.
However, this time, the voice seems to contain a strange compulsive force that never allows rejection.
Rattle…
I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t care about Emilia’s inner thoughts that reject it like that,
Emilia’s own body moved at will, pushed her chair away, and stomped towards Count Meln, who was sitting across from her.
Then, as if a child, she thrust herself into Earl Meln’s arms, between his legs.
‘Nine… Humiliation… !’
‘It’s humiliating… Like this… !!’
“Um, fine. It smells good. Plus, the dress is beautiful… This is the dress I chose, how does it feel?”
“… Shut up.”
“Thank you for preparing me so beautifully today, Emilia. I love you.”
“Shut up, I said… !”
Despite Emilia’s harsh attitude,
Earl Meln just chuckled as if he was having fun.
And the worst meal time of Emilia’s life began in earnest.
* * *
–Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst.
Click, click, the sound of cutlery and plates colliding.
However, in the midst of the voices that were reduced to the minimum, befitting both famous aristocrats, the two people’s “Meal” Continued.
“Now, this time I want to eat the meat over there.”
“…”
“Hurry.”
“Eww… Whew… ♡ Ha, don’t…”
Enfolded in Meln’s arms, Emilia trembled with her sigh.
Her lovely body, a symbol of her development, trembled pitifully as Count Meln’s hands stretched out over her dress, squeezing it here and there.
Controlling her trembling body at the same time, Emilia reached out and cut the veal steak into small pieces with the fork and knife in her hands.
She forks a small piece of slicing meat and holds it out, this time with the command “By mouth”.
“… !”
Emilia put on a humiliated expression at that order, but she couldn’t deny it either.
This time, she put the piece of her meat that she had taken with her fork into her own mouth, and after chewing it well a couple of times…
Turning around, she hugged Count Meln and kissed his lips.
She then uses her tongue to shove the piece of meat into her opponent’s mouth…
Oops… Huung…
‘Eww… Just meat… I will accept…’
This one merely delivered her meat into her mouth at her command,
As if that wasn’t enough, Earl Meln accepted her meat and then pushed out his thick tongue to ravage Emilia’s mouth.
Whoa… !
Emilia’s delicate fingers tug at Count Meln’s collar, but her hand is powerless.
Unable to resist, she had her mouth ravaged by Count Meln, and then she was barely freed.
“Whoa… The meat Emilia cut is delicious…”
I’m not happy to hear that.
She said just before that that she doesn’t like food getting cold.
Since she is eating in this way, isn’t the meal time needlessly getting longer?
“Emilia needs to eat something too. What would she like this time…”
This time Countess Meln moved her hand.
Her hand held the wine glass without hesitation, poured the wine into her own mouth,
He kissed Emilia again and passed the wine from her mouth to hers.
‘I want to spit… !’
Contrary to Emilia’s feelings, Emilia’s mouth accepts Count Meln’s tongue,
And he swallows the wine he pours without hesitation, and it falls down his esophagus and into his stomach…
“Ha… Ha… Ha…”
“How are you, Emilia? Do you think you will like the wine I give you?”
It can’t be.
It can’t be.
What he will like to give… Decided not to.
‘Huh… It’s a very interesting sight~.’
Mona, watching her from the side, narrowed her eyes and suddenly came up with an idea.
There is a story that is handed down even in the demon realm.
Although I can’t tell if it’s real or not, if it’s just a myth or something.
A story of an innocent girl who was loved by God a long, long time ago.
The girl loved by the gods was beautiful, and she lived her life shining brightly around her, adored by all men.
At the same time, her beauty attracted even the attention of the demon tribe, who was called the demon king at the time.
The demon king eventually kidnapped the girl,
A number of brave men who were blinded by love, who were not lacking in being called ‘heroes’, broke into the barren land of demons to rescue her kidnapped maiden.
The result was a crushing defeat.
The braves, who had well over a hundred, fell off one by one, and in the end, only a handful of them remained.
The ending that greeted them when they arrived in such tatters was utterly futile.
In the time the brave men were wasting by defeating the demons,
The demon king forcibly fed the girl she kidnapped her with demonic food, food with a special curse.
He risked the lives of good people, taking them hostage and ordering them to eat themselves with his own hands.
The maiden who ate her cursed food eventually gradually lost her divine favor,
In the end, it became a body that could not live without the food given by the demon king.
In order to live, there was no choice but to become the Demon King’s.
The brave men who had no choice but to watch her maiden, who had lost her god’s favor and fell, being raped by the demon lord while shouting lustful sexual intercourse in front of her eyes,
In the end, everyone gave up and killed themselves on the spot… It is said so.
‘Well, though those aren’t that kind of food.’
I’ve done some work, but I’ve never cast a curse of the kind that the demon lord used to do.
But… How about it, indeed.
Eating life feeding each other like lovers together with Count Meln.
As much as I think it’s annoying and cumbersome, if the act starts to settle down once, wouldn’t it feel empty later without it?
‘Because that ‘drinking’ is there.’
To come into contact with Count Meln, to accept Count Meln’s saliva,
Being favored by Earl Meln, and feeling his body temperature.
It must feel so good that I can’t stand this or that.
It feels good enough to stimulate your instincts as a female to the fullest, so you won’t know what to do.
――It is getting stained.
――It is getting stained.
――It is getting stained.
Certainly, like the maiden in the story, Emilia too.
Without even noticing it, it will be steadily dyed.
‘Ah, as expected.’
‘Being a man full of desire is really interesting… ♪’
Standing straight like a modest maid, she looked at the two of them.
A hero like a new bride who was held in Count Meln’s arms and groaned as her body was caressed throughout the meal.
Earl Meln, who looked at Emilia with a gentlemanly demeanor, but with eyes that were tired of her desire and longing.
That twisted heart.
That twisted love.
The twisted relationship.
Mona looked at him with a dark smile.
For demons, this kind of atmosphere can be seen as the ultimate preference.
It is both a meal and a simple hobby.
The scene before my eyes, that distorted relationship,
Mona seems so happy, so lovely,
So I can’t stand it… Beneath the sheer skirt of the maid’s uniform, her arousal gradually wet her private parts in an obscene manner.
