## Chapter 79 – No. 25 . Omen
“I deserve to die… I deserve to die…”
Hilda knelt down, repeating those words like a broken doll.
Considering her seemingly broken state, it was a rather rational decision. Whatever she said now would only irritate Charlotte further.
The best way to get through this situation was not through pathetic excuses, but through a single, heartfelt apology.
However, Hilda herself knew best.
That this was not a matter that could be resolved with an apology.
Charlotte, passing by the fallen No. 25, stood before Hilda, still wearing a smile.
To smile in a situation where her man had been snatched away right in front of her, was she out of her mind? That question arose, but the smile held pure murderous intent, not joy.
Hilda swallowed hard enough to make her Adam’s apple bob, and with a slight tremor, raised her head to gaze at Charlotte’s face, which was now right in front of her.
Charlotte stared back at Hilda’s face, then slowly opened her mouth.
“Actually, I knew from the beginning.”
Cognitive dissonance set in. Knew from the beginning, about what? Her relationship with No. 25? Was she caught when they went for a walk?
No, she hadn’t shown it in front of Charlotte. Then when? Since when? Could it be from the moment she first felt attracted to No. 25?
What exactly did she know from the beginning?
Various thoughts dominated her mind.
It was only after a long pause after Charlotte finished speaking that Hilda managed to utter a single word.
“…Huh?”
Charlotte took another step closer.
It was a simple action, but it felt as oppressive as a giant’s leap.
“I know everything you two did early this morning too.”
Confusion reigned.
There was no reply, but Charlotte continued to speak.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know what goes on in this castle?”
Hilda’s eyes were now pathetically trembling.
“I sent you along when I asked him to run errands, just in case, but you couldn’t resist… An animal in heat knows no gratitude, does it?”
Now she understood the whole situation.
Hilda regretted not suspecting anything when Charlotte recommended her as No. 25’s companion, and happily tagging along.
She had been neatly caught in Charlotte’s scheme to catch them in the act.
Now, words like ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘I deserve to die,’ didn’t even come to mind.
Her mind, turned completely blank, stopped thinking.
If she stayed still, she would die, torn to pieces in the back alley and become food for hungry stray dogs.
“U-Um…”
The last excuse she managed to squeeze out was immediately dismissed.
“Shut up.”
Just the voice alone felt oppressive, and Hilda lowered her gaze again, filled with terror.
Even excuses didn’t work.
Her legs trembled.
She could clearly feel the intense anger pricking her skin.
Her maid uniform was already soaked with sticky cold sweat.
She didn’t even have the余裕 to feel unpleasant.
An overwhelming feeling, as if facing a vast, bottomless abyss.
No. 25, who had been watching the situation, quietly opened his mouth, even knowing it was shameless.
“Charlotte-nim… Hilda…”
No. 25 was also unable to speak properly.
“Quiet.”
The tone was infinitely gentler compared to when she spoke to Hilda, but No. 25 could tell. It contained a cold fury that couldn’t be compared to the affectionate voice she usually whispered to him.
Looking at the stiff No. 25, Charlotte spoke again.
“It’s okay, you can go back to the castle and be slowly educated. Who is the woman who can satisfy you… I’ll make sure you know very clearly.”
No. 25 felt a chill at the sight of Charlotte smiling with her lips raised.
Charlotte turned her head again, looked at Hilda, and asked.
“Now, what shall I do with you?”
Her golden eyes were coldly sunken, as if looking at a bug.
Seeing Hilda’s unresponsive state, she sighed deeply while looking at the ground.
“It’s not that I don’t understand your actions. You were in heat and couldn’t see anything, right? Then you should have taken a vacation and gone to District 6 right next door and grabbed any man and given him some money, why did you lay your hands on my man?”
Every word was right.
“Didn’t I clearly tell you before? Don’t cross the line?”
“Just because a line has been crossed once doesn’t mean it’s okay to keep doing it because it’s already done. It becomes meaningless because the end is a tragedy.”
Fueled by emotion, Charlotte’s voice gradually grew louder, and people’s attention slowly began to gather in the back alley where there was little traffic.
Charlotte looked around once, then clicked her tongue.
Any more commotion could affect Asel’s reputation. Especially if it was because of a man.
A Demon Lord who had her man stolen by a maid, what a ridiculous story.
Charlotte helped the cold No. 25 lying on the floor, carried him on her back, and said to Hilda, who was still out of her mind, in a chilly voice.
“Let’s go for now. It’s not too late to deal with you after we get to the castle.”
Hilda followed Charlotte towards the castle like a convict heading to the execution ground.
Her back view resembled that of a death row inmate disappearing into the dew of the execution ground.
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The decision on how to deal with Hilda was temporarily put on hold.
After arriving at the castle, Charlotte grabbed No. 25’s wrist and almost dragged him to her room without even reporting to Asel.
Despite it being midday when the sun was high in the sky, the room was dimly lit, and No. 25, left alone with Charlotte, kept glancing at her back view, trying to read her mood. He knew that she was angry because of his carelessly aroused cock.
In the suffocating silence, Charlotte finally opened her mouth.
“Have you forgotten because we haven’t been alone together recently? Who is the woman who can make you feel the best.”
Charlotte’s atmosphere changed.
“Not the Demon Lord, not some low-class wolf. It’s me, I know your body the best.”
No. 25 gathered his hands respectfully and called her name in a trembling voice.
His cock, without a sense of the situation, began to erect stiffly.
“Charlotte-nim…”
After finishing her words, Charlotte lifted No. 25 and threw him onto the bed almost as if she was throwing him away, and immediately took off her clothes.
Without any foreplay, she immediately climbed on top of No. 25 and inserted herself.
Unlike usual, Charlotte’s vagina was slightly tight due to the lack of moisture, and No. 25 slightly frowned as if in pain, but Charlotte completely lowered her waist without any change in expression, accepting his cock all the way to the root.
The tight vagina wriggled softly as if it had never been tight, clinging to No. 25’s cock.
Rather, the pain was soon sublimated into pleasure by the different sensation that seemed to tighten even more than usual.
There was no sign of the intense movement to erase the traces of another woman, nor the obsession as if saying that the male underneath was hers, in Charlotte’s small gestures. It was like lukewarm sex that a middle-aged couple in menopause would do out of obligation.
No whispers of love, nothing, just gestures to relieve the desires accumulated in the body.
Reflecting that, Charlotte never moaned even once while moving her waist counterclockwise or shaking her hips up and down as if bouncing.
She only moved her lower body like a machine, looking down at No. 25 with cold eyes.
Charlotte, who had not spoken a single word since the start of the sex, opened her mouth for the first time.
“You like it when I do this, right?”
Charlotte slowly lifted her waist, taking an unnatural and precarious posture with only her toes touching the bed. She moved slightly, drawing a circle clockwise, stimulating mainly the sensitive glans hanging at the entrance of her vagina, and then lowered her weight all at once without sending any signals.
No. 25, who had received Charlotte’s weight directly from below, let out a painful groan.
Regardless of No. 25’s painful sound, Charlotte shook her waist again. A dense movement that only moved back and forth with their skin touching.
Their genitals, tightly attached without any gap, stimulated sensitive areas even with small movements. As that slight stimulation continued without stopping, No. 25 could not overcome the gradually rising feeling of ejaculation and slightly lifted his waist as it was.
The moment he put his glans on Charlotte’s cervix and tried to ejaculate pleasantly, Charlotte stopped moving her waist and lifted her lower body as it was.
Her vagina was holding onto his cock as if she didn’t want to let go, but Charlotte’s will did not change.
The movement stopped right before ejaculation, but No. 25’s cock, which had already reached its limit, began to spill semen unsightly. After finishing ejaculating, No. 25 looked at the semen scattered on his stomach and the bed with a look of emptiness.
Charlotte, who got up from the bed and took a sip of water from the table, turned the cold eyes she had previously directed at Hilda towards No. 25.
“I never told you to move, did I? You didn’t want to betray me and cum inside me as you pleased, did you?”
“T-That’s…”
No. 25 stopped talking and pressed his lips tightly, swallowing the words that had come right up to his mouth.
Was he in a position to express his dissatisfaction now? He then realized that this was not sex, but a kind of punishment.
“Yes, I think you understand now.”
Before his cock, which had become sensitive after just finishing ejaculating, could calm down, Charlotte climbed on top of No. 25 again and shook her waist as she had done at first.
Contrary to her expressionless face, Charlotte’s vagina was already wet and accepted No. 25’s cock much more easily than before.
He could only blankly stare at his cock disappearing into Charlotte’s vagina as if being sucked in.
No. 25 did not move at all and maintained the position of being laid under her.
Her plump breasts, which formed a soft curve, swaying voluptuously whenever she moved her body, her smooth abs with beads of sweat, her wide pelvis heavily pressing down on No. 25’s body, and her firm thighs that were slightly pressed whenever his lower body touched her.
He was just tormented by the current situation where he couldn’t touch anything.
Whenever he tried to reach out and touch her body, Charlotte would immediately slap the back of his hand with a sound, stopping him firmly.
It was clearly different from her usual self, who would listen to any of No. 25’s requests, even if he said mischievous things.
He resented Charlotte’s expressionless gaze.
Even in the midst of feeling resentful and unfair, the feeling of ejaculation began to rise again.
He could cum this time, he had already been punished. With that naive thought, No. 25 moved his waist to match her movements with vague expectations again.
The second ejaculation came, but the result did not change from before.
Charlotte, who had mixed bodies with No. 25 countless times, already knew all of his habits when he ejaculated, the strength of his cock, the movement of his waist, and the changes in his expression.
Perhaps even more than No. 25 himself.
Charlotte, who lifted her waist, looked at the semen that was gushing out towards the entrance of her vagina and sneered again.
“You’re spilling it unsightly again.”
The sex continued about five more times after that, but No. 25 could not release his semen inside Charlotte’s vagina even once.
Before long, No. 25 began to beg her as if pleading.
Charlotte’s vagina, which clung tightly when he was about to ejaculate, and her vagina, which squeezed out his semen while wrapping around his entire cock, was an unparalleled masterpiece that could not be compared to anyone else.
To No. 25, who was the only one who knew that sensation, seven times of ejaculating outside was no different from torture.
“I’m sorry… Please let me cum inside Charlotte-nim…”
“No.”
The corners of Charlotte’s lips faintly rose. At first, she had started the sex with the sole intention of punishing him, but over time, Charlotte found a small pleasure.
She liked seeing No. 25’s tear-stained face distorted with pleasure and pain every time she put her weight on him and slammed her hips down hard.
Charlotte, who had already begun to move with affection, licked No. 25’s chest, where semen had splattered, and asked again as if confirming.
“Now, can you say it? Who do you like the most?”
A question with a predetermined answer. No. 25 recited the name of the woman in front of him as if it were obvious.
“I, I like Charlotte-nim the most…”
After No. 25 finished speaking with difficulty, Charlotte gave her signature smile, revealing her fangs.
Seeing that, No. 25 thought that the painful time was finally over.
He carefully grabbed Charlotte’s pelvis and moved his waist.
Charlotte also no longer pushed No. 25 away and shook her hips up and down to match his movements.
The lewd sound of water echoed in the room again.
The sound of No. 25’s cock entering and exiting Charlotte’s vagina gradually began to quicken.
At the moment of ejaculation that came again, No. 25 grabbed Charlotte’s pelvis tightly and roughly thrust his cock all the way into her cervix.
The soft inside of her vagina gently captured No. 25’s glans, urging him to ejaculate.
But Charlotte shook off No. 25’s hand that was holding her pelvis and lifted her waist as before.
Looking at the semen pouring out emptily, No. 25 muttered in a hollow voice.
“Why…”
The emptiness was soon filled with sadness.
No. 25’s shoulders trembled slightly as he covered his face with both arms.
‘Was I a little too harsh?’
She had been quite relieved of her anger, so she was going to allow him to ejaculate inside her as he wanted this time.
But when she remembered that No. 25 had mixed bodies with a mere maid, not herself or Asel, she became angry and treated him more harshly than usual.
It wasn’t that she didn’t understand why he had mixed bodies with Hilda. He didn’t know how to refuse, and he was a kind child by nature in the first place.
If there was a friend in front of him expressing the pain of being in heat, he would definitely be willing to be their partner for one night.
Charlotte, blinded by jealousy, punished No. 25 instead of Hilda, and the result appeared in a not-so-good form.
Charlotte quietly approached him, who was crying, and checked his condition.
She didn’t know how to comfort people.
She was just treating No. 25 in her own way.
Stroking his cheek where tears were flowing, she approached his ear and whispered.
“By now, I believe you’ve had enough time to know who is the woman who can make you feel the best…”
No. 25’s crying did not stop.
Rather, he muttered in a voice with deepened sadness.
“I… I liked Charlotte-nim and… the Demon Lord the most from the beginning…”
Charlotte, whose heart had softened even more, hugged him and gently stroked his back as if caressing a baby.
With that movement, No. 25’s trembling gradually subsided, and Charlotte finally spat out the feelings of guilt that had accumulated during the sex.
“I’m sorry. Instead, I’ll tell you I love you all night tonight and put you to sleep, so stop crying now.”
“Really… Really?”
Charlotte laid No. 25’s head on her arm and stroked his head, whispering love as she had just said.
Among them were words like a fresh lover, and obscene words that a vulgar prostitute would utter, but No. 25 felt that all those words were filled with affection and soon smiled.
While they were comforting each other and indulging in a happy time, someone roughly knocked on Charlotte’s door.
Bang! Bang!
It was an act that could not be done unless one’s liver had come out.
Charlotte clicked her tongue once, then opened the door without even putting on her clothes.
The maid standing outside flinched when she saw Charlotte, who was undressed, and No. 25, who was lying on the bed with a flustered expression, but soon regained her composure.
What was important now was not their relationship. The maid shouted in a hurried voice even though Charlotte was right in front of her.
“M-Maid Chief-nim…! Right now outside… Outside!”
Outside?
The maid in front of her was one of the most veteran members of the castle that Charlotte had brought in herself. If she, who had forgotten the manners that Charlotte always talked about and was showing such a surprised appearance by suddenly knocking on the door like this, then it meant that something unusual had happened.
Charlotte took out a gown from the closet and put it on, and looked down at the courtyard through the window in the hallway.
Even Charlotte, who prided herself on not being easily surprised, widened her eyes and opened her mouth, showing an expression as if she couldn’t believe the situation in front of her.
She even felt a delusion as if the death knell was ringing.
It was a person who should not be there.
A person who did not suit District 7, where social outcasts gathered, at all.
Dreamlike purple eyes, disheveled hair that was not styled, a dress that seemed to have embroidered the night sky.
A flock of crows vaguely visible behind her.
One of the two Demon Lords who was said to be able to destroy a district single-handedly.
Even the epithet she possessed did not simply end with Demon Lord like other Demon Lords.
The Immortal Witch, the Primordial Magic, the One Who Takes Tens of Thousands of Lives with a Single Gesture, the One Who Even Death Fears, the Crow Lord.
The Demon Lord of District 2.
Loa stood proudly.
