Revenge Hero BAD END 274

Chapter 274 – #61 Sticky Family Meal (Emilia – Meal Date) (1)

Mealtime is always with the Count.

Meals must be eaten together.
The day Emilia was first captured here and fell as a slave to the count along with the ‘infernal vagina’.
This rule, which was specified from the very next day, has remained unshakable even after continuing for over a year.

Emilia’s reserved seat is always between the count’s legs.
Sharing the same chair, the two feed each other while giving and receiving food.
Sometimes Emilia serves the Count like her slave, pleasing his eyes or hands, or accepting his teasing while offering him her food.
The Count also delivered food very politely, paying close attention to ensure that Emilia’s nutrients were not biased.

The appearance of the two may seem strange, but if someone stands next to them and sees them, they will be amazed at their naturalness.
As they ate together for a year, the two people, whose consideration and understanding for each other were deeply ingrained in their bodies, played with utensils and fed each other as if they had read each other’s minds.

You don’t even have to say what you’re going to eat.
Without the opponent pointing at it with their hand.
The two pick out exactly what the other wants without having to ask.
Now the two of them have reached the stage where they can read each other’s minds when it comes to eating…

“My dear, isn’t this somehow good? Don’t you feel a bit special?”
“… ?”

While the two of them were feeding each other and eating.
Earl Meln said so in a voice filled with strange echoes.
What are you talking about, Emilia turns to him.

“No, eating together like this makes us feel like family.”
“It must be like shit. What is family Don’t give a damn.”
“…”

Emilia harshly criticized.
Certainly, sitting between your laps or feeding each other… I wonder if this is a bit too close to even call it family.

“Family or whatever, that’s okay… Open your mouth.”

Emilia said so, and she poured the wine from the cup into her mouth.
Then he put his own lips to her earl’s mouth, and swiped it from her mouth to her mouth just as she was.
When drinking or drinking, always convey it by mouth.
Because that was also the rule of this meal…

Gulp…

‘As expected, from the mouth of my love… It tastes good.’
‘It seems that the sweet taste of Emilia’s saliva has been conveyed through the taste of the wine… Good.’

It flows through the mouth, mouth, and stomach as it is… To the touch of the sake that left traces of Emilia.
The Count thought, soaked in a strange emotion and aftertaste.

The Count harbored a certain longing for being a family.
His parents died for some reason when he was still young, and it’s embarrassing to call them family in the first place… Because they were the only ones who didn’t know.
At least, there was no such thing as a ‘happy meal time’ that he longed for in his childhood memories.

What he lacked in childhood has continued to this day, leading to him making twisted demands towards her beloved Emilia.
What a real family mealtime would be like, the Count does not know.
But at least, the void and emptiness created by not knowing that is now being filled thanks to her beloved Emilia… Feel

As for Emilia, she could no longer enjoy a satisfying meal unless it was a meal with the Count.

Sometimes, when the Count is away, there are cases where he is unavoidably separated to eat.
If it was the same as before, I would have thought that it was good, that it was good to be able to eat comfortably without seeing the disgusting Count.
At the end of the day, without the Count, the rice doesn’t go well, the taste of the food is unknown, and the feeling of emptiness makes it difficult to know whether you have eaten or not… It has reached that point.

That is why now, when going somewhere far, the Count rarely went out alone and always accompanied Emilia.
Wherever she is, Emilia is with the Count… Now, it has become closer to ‘the two as one’.

Excessive dependence on each other.
Or A symbiotic relationship that helps each other and lives together and dies together.
The time of one year, the magic that governs Emilia, and the count’s physical and mental training.
The two who were complete strangers are now To the soulIt’s time to make…

But it’s never annoying or hopeless.
Rather, it gives me a strange sense of fulfillment that I didn’t have before…

“Emilia, Emilia.”
“Really… When you eat, if you rub your breasts or pussy too much… Oops… ♡”

The meal between the Count and Emilia continued.
A slow meal that I’m used to now.
As if slowly savoring this time together, feeling each other and exchanging saliva over and over again.
The two continued their sticky meal as usual.

* * *

The meal ended just like that.
Because Emilia had been caressed by the Count throughout her meal, she had already reached climax several times.
By the time she finished her meal, her face and attitude had already completely melted away, and she had melted away.
It is quite different from the rational appearance he had when he first arrived at the dinner room and treated the count with a cold and cold attitude.

And the two of them, as always, had sex after dinner.
By caressing during the meal, Emilia’s reason and her body are blatantly melted.
And after finishing the meal, you don’t have to caress anymore, and you start sticky copulation right away.
This, too, has become a daily routine and routine…

Tzuyu Tzuyu Tzuyu Tzuyu Tzuyu
Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak… !

“Ah ♡ Ah ♡ yeah ♡♡

Every time the Count moved his hips, the sound of vulgar flesh colliding between the two could be heard.
Emilia, who had already taken off all her clothes from the time of her meal, was sticking out her buttocks toward the countess as she was still naked.

She propped her body up with her hands on her table, and lifted her ass as far as she could to make it easier for the Count to insert his cock.
Of her own will, she gladly welcomes the count’s cock.

“My love… How is my cock today? Are you as happy as yesterday? Are you feeling as good as yesterday?”
“Ah ♡ Ah ♡♡ I feel good… ♡♡ I was always in a good mood. Clothes ♡♡ Every day, every day… Feel better… ♡ Master’s cock, good… ♡♡”
“I’m glad you said that. My love’s pussy is also very tasty. As always.”
“Hey hey ♡♡ Ki, I’m glad oh oh oh… ♡♡ Uhh, oh oh oh oh ♡♡”

Emilia vulgarly howled at the presence of that dignified and solid meat stick that penetrated deep inside her.

Emilia’s pussy where the Count’s cock comes in and out.
That pussy is so hot, so tight and so delicious.
The healthy and chewy tightening that sticks to the penis is also very tasty.
Every time the Count moved his waist back and forth, the feeling of the vagina clinging to the cock and trying to pull it out and go inside was also very admirable and lovely.

Byuret… Look…
Crying… Cry…

Feeling too happy, the Earl ejaculated a healthy white turbid liquid that hadn’t lasted long into his beloved Emilia’s cunt.
Emilia also reached a climax by bending her waist noisily while accepting the count’s circumstances.

She must have ejaculated several times, playing with Hilde before dinner and the night before with Chris.
But still his cock is plump and his semen is still very thick…

Whoa… Whoa… Whoa…

One ejaculation was over, but the count’s cock was still hard, and Emilia’s face showed the light of longing as if she wanted something from her.
This is also the same as usual.
Since this was not enough, the two continued their sticky mating time after that.

Inevitably, on days when there was no work to be done in a hurry, it was common for the two to continue mating without a break until the next mealtime…
The smell of delicious food and alcohol, which should have filled the dinner room, has long since been pushed away by the strange and lewd smell that the two give off…

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Unfortunately, the copulation after dinner with Emilia didn’t last long because there was work to be done.
Of course, even if it didn’t last long, it was at least an hour or more, after four or five ejaculations, but even so, the Count and Emilia still felt that they were not enough.
In the end, both of them had regrets, and promised to continue tonight, controlling their bodies that had not calmed down.

Even though Emilia had been raped for two days until just yesterday, she didn’t seem to mind.
On the contrary, he seemed to crave her sex more greedily than before.

Although the Count is in trouble because his sexual desire is not relieved no matter what he does, due to the side effects of absorbing the [Demon King’s Egg].
As a result of her many years of alteration and training, Emilia is completely unstoppable Sex monsterHas become

However, this was something the Count would welcome, so there was no particular problem.

Thus, the Count briefly parted ways with Emilia.
Currently, he continues to do what he has to do…

Thump…
Thump thump thump
Thud thud thud——

And now.
The count, who finished his urgent work and continued to take care of the remaining ‘things to do for the day’, is now walking through an underground passage surrounded by a dark stone chamber.

Space for isolating and training female slaves.
A place that Emilia, Princess Mine, and Chris have all been through.
There, the Count walked silently.

Perhaps it was because there were still female assistants here and there, the voices of lewd teaching and pleading could be heard echoing from somewhere.
Without hesitation, the count proceeded through the labyrinth-like passage, and stopped in front of a certain room.
Unlike other places, the door to that room seemed to be made of bizarre lumps of flesh, not wood or iron.

The mass of flesh is wriggling grotesquely as if it were alive.
The Count stretched out his hand towards it, and the chunk of flesh thumped… It opened and made a passage.
The Count stepped through the gap in the open meat door.

Beyond the meat wall, the Count went inside.
He looked at the person inside and spoke in a strangely emotional voice.

“It’s been a while, Mona. How are you?”

Oops… Cellar…

When asked by Mona, she did not answer.

Her arms and legs are restrained as if they were being swallowed. .

Her eyes and mouth were blocked by tentacles protruding from the walls of the meat.
Her body looks like leeches here and there, Something in the smooth slime bodyIt clings to her and harasses all her erogenous zones.

Naturally, he was not in a state where he could properly answer the count’s questions.

Cellar… Cellar…
Wooooolow… !

And Mona.
Whether or not he knows that the Count is here, in the pleasure of wielding himself right now… She reached her climax, bending her back, indicating that she had just reached her climax…