## Chapter 66 – Hilda. Idol
Number 25 watched Hilda swallow his semen from beginning to end. Hilda’s face, flushed red, looked more alluring than usual.
The semen that she hadn’t quite swallowed, staining the corners of her mouth, reignited Number 25’s lust.
Hilda met Number 25’s eyes, swallowed hard, and stared intently into his pupils. From the gaze that followed, she felt the intuition that he clearly wanted the same thing as her. That intuition moved Hilda’s body, numb with pleasure.
Before anyone could say anything, she stuck her tongue out like a dog and tried to take Number 25’s cock into her mouth again.
But Charlotte subtly took a step back, widening the distance between Number 25 and Hilda just before they touched. It was only a single step, but to Hilda, that one step felt like a crevasse in a glacier, a distance greater than anything else.
“Hilda, you haven’t forgotten the promise you made with me, have you?”
Only after seeing Charlotte’s eyes, filled with a chilling light, did reason return to Hilda’s eyes.
“I, I’m sorry.”
She almost crossed the line Charlotte had set. The fact that she was able to suck and caress Number 25’s cock just now was entirely thanks to Charlotte’s consideration. To desire his cock of her own volition was like placing her own neck under the guillotine.
Charlotte immediately relaxed her expression at Hilda’s realization of her mistake.
“Good, that’s all that matters.”
Number 25, held in Charlotte’s arms, turned his head and asked cautiously.
“What’s this promise…?”
The thought that there was some kind of promise involving his body made him feel uneasy. He looked at Charlotte with anxious eyes, and Charlotte, seeing his expression, answered with a smile as if to tell him not to worry.
The conversation she had with Hilda was closer to intimidation than a promise, but she couldn’t tell Number 25 that. Surely there’s a saying that ignorance is bliss? Charlotte carefully placed Number 25 on the bed and opened her mouth in a gentle voice.
“It’s okay. It’s nothing.”
An unpleasant anxiety crept up, but he didn’t want to doubt Charlotte. He comforted himself that it was nothing and tried to suppress the small anxiety.
Seeing Number 25 still looking anxious, Charlotte thought she should change the subject and sat next to him, whispering.
“More importantly, how was it? Did you enjoy your friend’s mouth?”
Number 25’s face, which had been filled with anxiety, turned red again with those words, and he answered softly, “Yes…” He really was a man whose emotions were immediately revealed on his face, making him easy to read. Number 25’s clumsy side was one of the things Charlotte liked about him.
Number 25 glanced back and looked at Hilda’s face again. Her gaze was directed at Number 25’s lower body, her arms and legs fidgeting, her pussy still wet with fluids. She was desperately hiding her unfulfilled thirst.
She exuded a lewd and vulgar atmosphere, as if she would pounce on his cock ravenously if Charlotte gave her permission.
Charlotte, hearing Number 25’s positive answer, shook his cock up and down and asked again.
“Who do you like better compared to me?”
Hilda’s mouth was good too, but Charlotte’s caresses felt like they were on a higher level. Number 25 was heading towards climax in an instant with just the simple act of Charlotte holding and shaking his cock.
Number 25’s back arched as if he was being electrocuted by Charlotte’s cold fingers, which relentlessly sought out his sensitive spots.
“I like Charlotte more…”
Charlotte was satisfied with Number 25’s pleasure-filled expression. Charlotte scanned Number 25’s body up and down with narrowed eyes, as if savoring it. Charlotte’s hand gradually accelerated, and her chest also swayed slightly up and down with the movement.
The cock, covered in fluids and saliva, was making even more lewd squelching sounds than usual.
Seeing Number 25 tremble, swept away by the waves of pleasure, Hilda felt an unknown sense of defeat wash over her.
She knew. From the beginning, she hadn’t entertained the arrogant thought that she could be Charlotte’s rival. Accurately grasping her own place was one of the ways to survive in District 7, where there were no dreams or hopes.
She was well aware that he had a better expression on his face when he was being touched by Charlotte, who he always slept with, than when he was being caressed by her own clumsy hands for the first time. She had no intention of denying that.
She understood Charlotte’s intention in calling her.
She probably wanted to show her. The relationship between herself and Number 25, that there was no room for a woman like her to interfere between them, no matter what she did.
It was a kind of warning, and at the same time, an expression of her confidence.
The feeling of having the man you like taken away right in front of your eyes by a female who is far more beautiful than you.
An ordinary woman would be furious to the point of having bloodshot eyes, or frustrated to the point of losing the will to live, or feel defeated by her shattered self-esteem.
But Hilda was different. A slight sense of defeat, followed by unparalleled happiness. Just seeing Number 25 in the arms of another woman with a happy expression made her pussy throb.
This feeling was so clear and certain that she could definitely call it happiness.
Wasn’t it more right to be faithful to her desires than to feel a sense of defeat that didn’t help?
When her thoughts reached that point, Hilda immediately took action. She watched every expression, cock, and movement of Number 25 and pointed her finger downwards again.
The inside of her pussy, which was much hotter than before, was gushing with fluids. It was so wet that she could hear the sound of water splashing every time she moved her fingers.
As Charlotte’s caresses continued, urging him to climax, Number 25 convulsed as if his back was arching, as she wanted, and ejaculated.
Charlotte didn’t stop her hand even while Number 25 was ejaculating. The semen that was increasingly staining Charlotte’s hand showed no signs of stopping. With an ejaculation volume comparable to that of a stud horse, Number 25 barely opened his mouth in a voice that was so filled with pleasure that he couldn’t even pronounce the words properly.
“Cha, Charlotte…”
As if knowing all the words that would follow, Charlotte gently stroked his cock.
“It’s okay. Cum all over my hand.”
Led by Charlotte’s touch, Number 25 emptied every last drop of semen left inside, breathing heavily. Charlotte stared intently at Number 25’s semen that had spilled onto her palm. Normally, she would have put it in her mouth without hesitation.
But unlike usual, Charlotte approached Hilda, who was engrossed in masturbation, and held out her palm, saying as if ordering her. It was a completely different tone from the one she had used with Number 25 just now.
“Lick it.”
Number 25’s semen was sticky on Charlotte’s palm, and Hilda, without any pride, buried her face in Charlotte’s palm as soon as she finished speaking and began to lick it frantically. Charlotte’s body trembled slightly every time her hot tongue tickled her palm.
The semen on her palm was starting to run out, but there was still some left. She couldn’t miss the small amount of semen that had gathered on the tips of Charlotte’s fingers. Hilda put Charlotte’s fingers in her mouth and began to lick them carefully, as if she was sucking Number 25’s cock.
The same sounds of “slurp” and “suck” as when she was sucking his cock echoed in the room.
Charlotte, with a smile reaching her ears, stroked Hilda’s head once and said as if praising her.
“Good, you’re doing well.”
Number 25’s semen could no longer be found on Charlotte’s hand, and replacing it was Hilda’s sticky saliva.
Charlotte wiped her hand with a handkerchief and approached Number 25 again without saying a word to Hilda.
The aftermath of sex was fatigue. Number 25 couldn’t resist the sleep that was pouring in. Seeing Number 25 yawning softly, Charlotte kissed him on the forehead and gently pushed his shoulder to lay him down.
“Are you tired? Let’s stop here for today and sleep.”
“Yes…”
Only after confirming that Number 25, who was lying on the bed, had completely fallen asleep, could Charlotte come out with Hilda.
Charlotte, two steps away from Number 25’s door, said to Hilda.
“Can we talk for a moment?”
Hilda nodded and followed Charlotte out.
Charlotte, who came out into the yard, didn’t stay in one place and spoke to Hilda while wandering around.
“Did you enjoy today?”
Was that even a question? Not only did she see their sex right in front of her eyes, but she was also given the opportunity to taste Number 25’s cock and semen, which she had wanted so much. Hilda revealed her feelings as they were.
“Yes, thank you so much for today!”
Charlotte chuckled at Hilda, who bowed her head with sincerity.
“You don’t have to thank me. This is a kind of leash.”
Hilda, who had ambiguously straightened her back, asked back.
“A leash?”
“Yes. When you disobey me and approach Number 25, I need to have insurance to tell the Demon King, right?”
She was sure that Hilda wouldn’t talk about this relationship, but it was better to handle things thoroughly without leaving even a small element of anxiety.
It was a fact that even a naive child who didn’t know the ways of the world could easily answer that it was more effective to create an ally who shared the same intentions than to create an enemy who threatened her.
Hilda remained silent as if she understood everything Charlotte said.
“But if you listen to me, I’ll call you like today sometimes. Number 25 seemed to like it too, and it wasn’t bad for me either, as it was quite a different experience.”
Hilda’s eyes sparkled noticeably at the sound that she would be called again.
Charlotte patted Hilda on the shoulder and said goodbye.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Leaving only those words, Charlotte quietly disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Hilda, who had parted ways with Charlotte and returned to her room, couldn’t even think of changing her sweat-soaked clothes and lay down on the bed. A pleasant fatigue spread throughout her body.
She would probably never forget what happened today.
Just as she was about to fall asleep pleasantly, Daisy’s head, who occupied the top of the bunk bed, suddenly appeared without any warning.
She almost screamed, feeling like she had seen a Dullahan who was rumored to cut off necks. Hilda, who had barely calmed her surprised heart, sighed briefly and said.
“What… it was you?”
Daisy asked carefully with a worried expression.
“Hilda, didn’t Charlotte say anything to you earlier?”
“About what?”
“No, didn’t she call you again and scold you? How can she call you right before bedtime and scold you? Should I tell the Demon King?”
Hilda didn’t understand what Daisy was saying. Daisy, seeing Hilda’s face with her mouth shut, began to slander Charlotte on her own.
“I didn’t know at first, but now I understand why the former maids were so afraid of Charlotte.”
Hilda frowned and glared at Daisy, then answered in a cold voice that was different from usual.
“Don’t talk badly about Charlotte when you don’t know her well. She’s not the kind of person you think she is.”
Hilda unilaterally ended the conversation by pulling the blanket over her head, cutting off the conversation with her in one fell swoop.
“Huh? Huh?”
The lights went out, and only Daisy’s bewildered voice could be heard in the darkened room.
Daisy felt hurt by the change in her friend in just one day and could only bury her face in the blanket and wipe away her tears.
