Chapter 70 – 69. Iblis Rustinia Was Rejected.
69
Oh right.
I should have gotten the money.
After tying her own wrists, Yuria muttered to be punished.
Because of her coquetry, she completely lost her mind, and she forgot what was important and became engrossed in her mating.
From the first time she used Yuria’s mouth and carefully smeared her saliva…
“Ah, hot, wow…”
“Whoa…! Whoa…”
5 times without her husband’s secret in the womb to take her husband’s seed.
No. 2 instead of delicacies in the mouth that used to spit out cheeky voices.
Every time I hit her as hard as I could, the 1st time on the belly that rose up convexly.
Finally, number one over her face looking up at my cock with her unfocused eyes, her pupils dilated.
The top of the dry face of the semen that was first deposited is filthy with fresh semen.
“Huh…Ah, hick…”
─Beaureureuk… Beaureut!! Beautiful…!
A total of 10 ejaculations.
The last time I didn’t get a gold coin, I’ve been too cheap to be able to do it.
If I ask him to bring me 9 gold coins later, I wonder if he can bring them.
…Since he’s a count, he must have a lot of money. Maybe.
“Whoa…”
Took. Took.
The glans turned red from rubbing against Yuria’s vaginal walls for nearly an hour.
When I brought it to her lips that had plunged her Yuria into a pit of soggy pleasure, she kissed her as if she had waited and then took out her tongue.
Yuria immediately began licking the various liquids clinging to her prick with pleasure.
The first time I ejaculated in her mouth, she was the exact opposite of how she was trying to spit it out.
“Haa… Hey… I’m sorry…”
Rather than having a taste for drinking my semen.
I wonder if I am enjoying this situation of being ‘punished’ while being under the foot of a lowly man.
Can a real sadist turn into a masochist as quickly as flipping the palm of your hand?
“Haaop… Uhm… I’m sorry…”
Yuria’s lips, which voluntarily bit her glans with her lips and sucked her side, even without an order,
I was behind her on her back, and before I knew it, I saw her wrists tightly bound in earthy handcuffs through the bedside ring on her bed…
It also sounds like the right thing to say.
Even if it’s not a claim with scientific basis.
“Chew… Chueup… Fuhaa…♥”
One real example.
Because it’s here
*
“…”
After taking a shower.
Shaking off her hair, she came out and saw Yuria, who covered her reddish body with a dress.
I thought she would run away while I was washing because she was going to wash herself first.
‘Isn’t that what you meant?’
YuRia, leaning against the wall and lowering her head, pressed her semen-stained dress with both hands.
The liquid had already flowed all the way down and spilled onto the floor, leaving only white marks on the dress.
All of a sudden, it was a dark sky blue dress like her hair color, so her white marks stand out even more.
As for the good news, no one seems to notice that it’s a semen stain… Or so.
Even if I tried to comfort her like that, I didn’t think I would hear anything good, so I just quietly approached Yuria.
“…What shall we do now?”
“…? What?”
“Well, I haven’t left the room yet. It was set up like that.”
“…Ah. Yes. Hypnosis.”
Forget everything that happens in the room until you give orders.
It’s hypnosis, so I had a conversation that was close to a promise, and I did it.
“…You, you? How are you?”
“I should probably forget… Right?”
I replied that I shouldn’t forget it in words, but…
Rather, wouldn’t it be strange if it wasn’t imprinted in the memory?
For YuRia, it must have been the memory of stepping on a man’s genitals and being trampled under him for the first time.
It’s the first time I remember pouring semen to my heart’s content inside a married woman’s womb without a brake.
Unfortunately, it would be difficult to get pregnant because I ate birth control pills.
…No way.
That the efficacy was so bad that it became meaningless to me to take it.
That’s not going to happen.
“…Okay.”
“…”
“Let’s pretend it didn’t happen. Everything that just happened. Everything.”
After thinking about it for a while, Yuria let go of the dress she was fiddling with and spit it out.
In his voice and expression, the vulnerability he had seen earlier had disappeared.
“…Yes. If the Count wants it…”
I tried to persuade him to maintain this twisted relationship, but I just quietly nodded in agreement.
Even if it felt good from YuRia’s point of view, it was certain that it was an embarrassing memory.
It seems that he wants to relieve his shame even if he is forced to do so.
Furthermore…
“Tell me too. I won’t be able to forget until you give the order.”
He probably intends to use hypnosis as an excuse to reveal his true nature whenever he visits me.
Because it was too strong a memory to just forget.
The mere promise of forgetting doesn’t erase the memory of actually becoming a female.
Not even magic…
“Um…Then, forget all about it…”
“For a moment.”
The moment when he was about to give an insincere order and end the hypnotic play with Yuria.
Perhaps there was something I hadn’t talked about before, YuRia’s voice stopped me from speaking.
“That. Before I forget.”
“…?”
“One, seven times… Was it cheap?”
What should I do if you ask me after you have already asked me to do something that you have never done before?
…Okay. Because it’s all crude play. There may be some minor errors.
“…Ten times.”
“… Ten? So, as many as all your fingers put together?”
“Yes. Ten times.”
“That’s not a lie, is it?”
“Did you count from the beginning before you lost your memory?”
“…One, two, three…?”
Yuria’s fingers folded one by one.
Around the time the 8th finger was folded, he began to tremble.
After folding all the fingers, he secretly interlocks his hands with both hands and mumbles.
“Um, um. 10. 10 gold coins…”
“…”
“It’s close to the edge… I can arrange it.”
It’s 9 to be exact, but I seem to have forgotten what I didn’t get the other day.
There is no need for me to fix each one.
As she quietly closed her mouth and wiped her wet body, Yuria’s body moved towards the door little by little.
“…I’ll come back when I have money. Don’t wander around and wait.”
“Maybe he’ll be here during the day, but not at night.”
“…A business trip, is it…”
“Yes?”
“No. It’s okay. And you should be punished for soiling the dress, but I’ll take care of it.”
Because I am a merciful nobleman.
Yuria opened the door after adding strange words.
“Don’t follow me. Don’t see me off. Nothing happened. Then, bye.”
After the first error, another minor error follows.
I haven’t ordered YuRia to forget yet.
I don’t even know anymore I just want you to have sex secretly.
“Oh. And.”
“…?”
“Haven’t I written the wish ticket yet?”
YuRia didn’t even give her time to answer and closed the door as if she was running away.
***
“You did it again.”
“Yes. Well, this time I somehow became a trauma.”
“It was later than expected, so of course I knew it would be like that.”
Lunch hour. Inside a barbecue restaurant along the main road in Rude Town.
Odin, holding the meat tongs, was amazed at the man in front of him.
‘Why on earth is this business…And why is the business so good?’
Veles. A man who started out as Baron Maneline’s sex slave, and now has his slave documents expunged and become a full-fledged secretary (funny, I’ve never seen him do a secretary job yet).
If you’ve escaped shamefully semen-eating sexual slavery, it’s only natural that you should find something constructive.
‘Umm…’
Secretary? Of course it’s a good job.
Rumors sometimes circulate that there is a secretary who is in charge of handling the sex of nobles, but even that would be much better treatment than sex slaves who are semen-coated.
But isn’t Veles rather avoiding the baron’s eyes and committing acts of sexual slavery to all nobles?
I’m going to keep my mouth shut until it cuts off because I paid for silence.
That doesn’t mean the question is erased.
Why the hell
It is a strange phenomenon that cannot be understood by Odin’s senses, which are very close to normal people.
Does this man have no shame?
Where did the feeling of shame fall into the ditch?
“…Should I grill it? I need to turn the pork a lot…”
“No. It’s best to flip it just twice.”
“It’s only right to flip a lot…”
“Then won’t the juice leak out?”
“All of those things are superstitions. It’s best to just cook them evenly.”
“My father taught me to flip it just twice. Trust me and leave it to me.”
He was obviously handsome. The body line is thick, and the muscles visible under the suit are unusual, probably because he worked hard.
No wonder women covet it.
Is it because of that?
It was a business that he thought would never succeed, but mysteriously, whenever he fell away from Odin for a while, he dug up gold coins from under the aristocrat’s buttocks and returned.
“Aren’t you riding?”
“Don’t worry if you don’t ride.”
Do you have a big cock?
Maybe it’s on the big side Because he was a sex slave.
And because many nobles are strangely looking for Veles.
Do you have great energy?
Maybe that’s great
Because he was a sex slave. Maybe 3 or 4 times a day.
Okay. It’s good to have such a body and energy.
But why the hell are you enjoying this?
No matter how you look at it, it’s never forced.
Isn’t it normal to be ashamed of being fucked by all sorts of girls?
Is it possible for a man who is helplessly pressed under a woman and exhausted after only one or two wraps to enjoy sex?
Because you’re a sex slave? Is it possible sensitivity because you are a sex slave?
Are all sex slaves being trained to think like that?
‘Or maybe something is wrong with my head…’
It’s ironic.
It must be because common sense doesn’t work.
That said, if you say ‘you’re weird’, you’ll get hurt. Because he is a human too.
“Whoa…”
Hiding a sigh amidst the sound of the meat being grilled, Odin placed several pieces of perfectly grilled meat in front of Veles.
“Eat and don’t be surprised.”
If you want to work hard, meat is the best.
There was a reason for visiting the meat restaurant today.
Tomorrow, I plan to take Veles to a health food specialty store.
I don’t know what kind of pain he’s hiding inside.
Even the appearance of having fun may actually be a mask to alleviate worries.
It’s okay, so don’t worry about it.
I will earn a lot of money and become a commoner.
Thinking about it makes me feel like crying.
“…As expected, I prefer to bake.”
“…”
And Odin with tears in his eyes.
For a while, a childish meat roasting contest takes place between Veles and Odin.
In the midst of insisting that each other’s method of grilling meat is correct.
—Druck
“…?”
“…?”
Suddenly someone joined next to me.
“It’s fortunate. I was just walking around in this kind of scenery.”
Receiving the gaze of the two men, she tilts her head, and the white hair that falls on her shoulder catches Odin’s attention.
Then, the wine-colored eyes that seem to be sucked in take away Odin’s gaze as if competing.
At the end, Odin’s attention is dominated by the pretty ears that protrude through the gaps in the hair.
As if competing with each other, what is certain in the off-white color that steals men’s attention?
The point was that her face, with all of that, was that of an elf that was so beautiful that one could forget to breathe and stare at it.
Why is this elf here?
Oh Veles.
Is Veles being exploited for semen under a woman like this?
I can understand why you’re enjoying it all of a sudden.
Shame, shame, it was not the time to talk like that.
“So… Ah. You didn’t introduce yourself. I’m like this.”
“…?”
About Me?
Isn’t Veles an acquaintance?
In a situation that suddenly fell into a labyrinth.
Two business cards are pulled out of the business card case and placed in front of each other.
“Professor of sleep magic… Iblis Lustinia…”
“Because I’m conducting an experiment on commoners.”
“Experiments? Are you talking about magic experiments?”
Veles asked cautiously.
“Yes. It’s nothing special. I have to do a ‘lucid dream’ experiment, but there are no volunteers.”
Lucid dreaming. I’ve heard of it.
To the extent that it is a miraculous phenomenon that comes true even though it is in a dream.
It looks more fun than I thought, but there were no applicants?
Just before Odin’s small question turns into doubt.
Iblis asked with a bright smile as if a flower was blooming.
“Could you guys stop by my lab for a while? If you take a carriage here, it will take 10 minutes. And the experiment will take about an hour. How about it?”
“Um. I’m sorry. I’m busy and it must be difficult.”
“What?”
Veles returns the business card and expresses his refusal.
Iblis’ expression was stained with bewilderment, as if he hadn’t dared to think of refusal.
As I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t think it was a place to open my mouth recklessly, Veles’ finger pointed at Odin.
“This person sitting in front of me will be able to do it, right?”
“…Ah, what is that…”
“…”
White Tiger Heilang Duo or they might bring another Suin in the afternoon, so how can you leave your seat?
Instead of the risky option of seducing the Iblis I just saw for the first time, I chose a safe option.
Veles had simple thoughts,
Odin, unaware of such a thing, nodded lightly at the thought of undergoing a mysterious lucid dream experiment.
“…Hmm… Yes. Okay.”
Although the eyes of Iblis, who had been rejected by Veles, cooled coldly.
Even that was so beautiful that Odin had no doubt about the change and walked to the counter to pay for the meat.
