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Chapter 55

As I moved past the curtain, my eyes were delighted by the scene in front of me. In the main chamber that housed this sex party, nearly 200 naked, writhing bodies were spread out before me. I didn’t know how long I needed to watch for Voyeur to take effect. I suspected that I had to watch to completion for it to count under the voyeur skill set, but just in case I didn’t let my eyes linger too long on any one scene.

The room was filled with naked people, and while the ratio leaned a bit towards men, Julian had done a good job ensuring that there were more than enough women to choose from. Most people were completely naked now, even discarding the robes they had been wearing earlier. A few still had robes on, and a few continued to wear socks. A few men wore sandals, and a few women wore their heeled shoes, which I assumed was likely a fetish for some of the men here.

The butt plug tail I had seen a woman wearing earlier was part of the offerings for Qetesh coins, and I saw at least two other women. A girl with a fox-eared mask had a bushy fox tail wagging out of her butt, and a fellow cat eared mask wearing girl had what looked like a cat tail. I nearly ran up to her and touched her tail when I saw it wagging back and forth as she happily sucked a guy’s dick while sitting on her knees. I assumed it was controlled by magic, and I wondered if it also offered sensory information too. Once again, magic was so cool. To think that we’ve barely scratched the surface of what could be achieved in the realm of the sex market. Leave it to nobles to turn the idea of a butt plug into a functional tail that you stuck in your ass within a week of learning of their existence.

Part of me wanted to go and get one, but I only had two coins for the moment, my own and the one Devon gave me, and those tails cost 30 coins or more. That also must have meant some of those girls had been very busy while I was being held up by Devon. In fact, the girl with the cat tail had already finished and swallowed, and another guy walked up and she was already starting to go to town on his cock.

The rest of the room was a mishmash of tantalizing sexual opportunities. There was a girl in the corner with three guys, one in each hole: mouth, ass, and pussy. There was a group session going on, with at least eight people linked by mouth, genitals, or hands between each other. Three were women, five were men, and the men didn’t seem to be squeamish about pleasuring each other. At least one guy had his hand wrapped around another guy’s cock and was stroking it. Another guy was licking balls and pussy between a girl and guy as they thrust into each other.

There were some people going one on one, several groups of threesomes of both two male and two females. There were girls in missionary, cowgirl, and doggie. A few more exotic positions existed, but those seemed to be the primary three. Some used furniture, some used pillows, and others just plopped down on the cold tile. People would move up to someone who wasn’t in the process of fucking, offer their hand, and then the pair would run off to a side room, or just pull it out right there and start fucking.

I heard the clinking of coin as men handed coins to women, who seemed to hold them in these little purses. The purses were sold at the Qetesh coin exchange for 5 coins. The most aggressive girls already had 10-20 coins in their position by the look of it, while some of the more modest, older, or less attractive women had anywhere from 1-5. If I had any desire to win the competition, I’d have to get started.

Standing there in full clothing, I was the odd girl out in this room of sex, and that quickly drew the notice of many. So while I was wide eyed staring at the scene in front of me, a man was already approaching me. He was an older man, possibly as late as his sixties, with a very small and wiry frame. He had graying hair and was a bit thin in the face, but he was already pulling a Qetesh coin from his pocket.

Having sat for the last hour listening to the sounds of people having sex had certainly already done a good job working me up, and the scene before me had pushed my libido past the stage where I thought about anything else. My time with Devon was put aside, for now, the role of a seductress emerging from within me.

He barely reached me when I reach out and immediately grabbed his robe, pulling him up against me. He wore a surprised look as the coin fell to the ground, clinging away. I ignored it and instead kissed the man on the lips. As a girl, a third his age in her sexual prime, it did not take him long to spring to attention. I immediately grabbed at his dick through the robes and began to stroke it with my palm and fingers. I was emulating the method I had once observed Julian on the night of the banquet. The effect was imminent, and the man quickly fell under complete control of my machinations.

However, I was wound up and felt a bit rushed after wasting almost two hours sitting in the receiving room, so I was in no mood for foreplay. I aggressively shoved the man back, causing him to gasp and give a look of surprise as he fell over, landing on a couple of pillows. I probably shouldn’t have been so aggressive, I didn’t want to break his hip, but I had already past the realm of reason.

The man’s face started to scowl, but a second later I leaped on top of him in much the same manner of the cat my mask emulated. In a single jump, my feet rested on either side of his hips, his erect penis still bouncing from the momentum of my attack. I reached under my dress, my movements containing no reservations, and unsnapped the fold in my panties, tossing them away. Instantly, the panties were converted to the crotchless variety, and I squatted down, grabbing and guiding his dick on the way down so that it swiftly plunged into my pussy.

His scowl quickly turned ecstatic, and I was already bobbing up and down on his cock before he even had a chance to recover. I cut out all noise and distraction, focusing purely on the purpose of sexual gratification. I had maxed vaginal intercourse, and I worked my kegels which were now level 3, the muscles of my vaginal walls tightened hungrily on his cock, squeezing him as his dick plunged deep inside my wet, waiting cunt.

He was lost in the moment, barely able to move as my ass bounced up and down faster and faster, sloshy wet sounds becoming audible as my pent up sexual frustration was taken out on him. Thus, I immediately guided his hands to my tits, and he started squeezing them through the leather and the cloth sloppily, already wheezing with each pant.

A moment later, he exploded inside me, sloppy white streaks of cum spilling from the tip of his head. However, I didn’t stop riding him as his semen filled inside me. It squished around as his dick slid in and out, some leaking out the sides, the rest adding to a gushing feeling with each bounce of my butt.

I slapped his hands off of me and spun around. I didn’t use a position switch, instead, I merely rotated like a top, using his dick as a pivot point. He let out a moaning noise as my weight pushed him deep down to the root of his balls, which forced another rush of semen to leak out. Now that I was facing away from him, I reach back, grabbed his hands, and put them on my ass. He still was too flustered to move on his own, so I simply used him as my own little sex toy.

I started bouncing again, this time giving him a nice few of my ass, bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands were spreading my cheeks open, so I knew he got a nice view of my ass hole and pussy with his cock sliding in and out of it. I moved fast and fierce, using my increased endurance and strengthened leg muscles to slap my ass hard on him with each motion. As my butt cheeks fell down on his hips, they made a loud thwacking sound.

I didn’t realize it in my own sexual euphoria, but I rode him exceptionally hard, and the force of my pussy slamming against his balls created the loudest noise in the room. Adding to that his ecstatic moans had long lost any modicum of volume control, and our sexual interactions were starting to be noticed by those around us. A few people stopped to curiously watch the show of a young woman rode an older man. Others watched us while using the image to further increase their own sexual delight as they fucked their partner.

“Ah… I’m going to cum again!” He said in a rasping voice.

With warning this time, I immediately pulled out and moved to my third position, which was to say I gobbled his drenched dick with my mouth, using the full abilities of my Blowjob and Deep Throat without any reserve. His load blew, weaker than the last one, but still enough to shoot down the back of my throat. I took his cock all the way down, sucking up his balls too as I shook my head aggressively on his cock and sucked it for all it was worth, gobbling ever thread of semen as soon as it shot out.

“Mmmm mmmm…” my throat hummed against the tip of his cock.

I was sucking so hard that his hips were arching and I grabbed onto his ass to hold his hips to my mouth as he thrashed, his mouth wide open in a silent scream of orgasmic pleasure. His parts were so far jammed into my open mouth that my lips rested on his patch and perineal area. As I sucked it like a vacuum, suck and swallow, suck and swallow, another shot erupted in my throat, and I realized either he came continuously for a minute, or he just had multiple orgasms, which was not something I thought happened to men usually.

When I felt like I had swallowed most of this third cum, I finally released. The pressure releasing made a very wet and sloppy thwap sound as his balls and cock popped out of my mouth. I pulled away, a stream of liquid semen and spit connecting us even as I dropped his ass and let him drop back down to the pillow. His voice suddenly started working again, and he let out a strangled yell that sounded a bit like a gasp.

“Ooooh… gods… oh, fuck… holy fuck…” The guy was desperately trying to get his breath while spitting out a nonstop wave of expletives.

Meanwhile, I ignored him, having already gotten what I wanted from him. I hoped that despite the fact that he came early, that because I did three positions without stopping, it would still be counted. However, I had many men to go. I selfishly kept things going a little longer than I needed to for my own sexual wants, but that meant I wasted nearly ten minutes on this one guy. I needed to go faster if I wanted to make the appropriate levels.

I pulled out a handkerchief from my hidden pocket, immediately cleaning up my body. I first wiped my mouth, which had spit and sex from one cheek to the other. Then I wiped out the cum from my snatch quickly and efficiently. They supposedly had showers here, which used the same water stones from the magical bidet, but very few women showered between every partner. That would simply be too much of a pain in the butt.

When I finally went to stand up, the guy still had not regained his breath, but there was a sudden chink and something hard struck my ankle. I looked down and saw that it was one of the coin purses, and more, it was full of coins. I picked it up and looked up to the source which was the man in the robe I had just been fucking. He was up on his elbows, his dick only now starting to soften as a few left over spurts of cum fell out the tip of his cock.

“Ah… just one?”

“Take it all. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Eh? But-”

“That was the best… hah… experience of my entire life. If I died now, I’d die happy. You earned those coins.” He was finally starting to catch his breath. “Just, remember the generous old man who was your first, and I can rest in peace.”

“You’re not dying… I wasn’t that rough.” I mumbled, counting the coins in the bag.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Hah… then why do I feel like I’m in heaven? Go have fun, I think you have a line waiting. This old man is going to rest for a bit, contemplate the universe.”

He fell back and closed his eyes, looking like he was going to fall asleep right there. He had ended up handing me ten coins. I never expected my pussy to drive a man into nirvana, but the satisfied smile on his face told me he was doing exactly that. He looked like a man who had just reached enlightenment. With a wry smile, I finally turned away from him and froze.

The room was abnormally quiet, most of the sex having ceased as innumerable eyes were watching my interactions. Not everyone had stopped doing what they were doing, but at least a hundred people had stopped their interactions to watch my own. Some had curious looks, others had open mouths and widened eyes, and every eye whether it was from man or woman held envy or desire.

I gave the room a glowing smile. It wasn’t the princess smile I had spent so much time perfecting. Instead, it was the smile of Aria, sultry, seductive, mischievous, inviting, and sexy. In a motion, I ripped the sleeves from my dress, coming undone as the pull-away Min had devised. A few women gasped as I tossed them away, but as what was left looked like a sexy bodice, their eyes widened in excitement as they realized it was intentional.

I took a running jump and leaped up onto a piece of abstract furniture that simply looked like a white box. I spun, my dress swinging up and revealing the garter belt and crotchless panties underneath. With a single motion, I unsnapped the dress as I spun, and it floated away, fluttering in a spin and landing several feet from my impromptu stage near a naked man’s feet.

There I stood at the top of the party, almost every eye was on me now, including a few I recognized. In a cat mask, a sexy leather bodice, a garter built, and crotchless panties, I stood in front of over half the nobility in the city. Some people clapped, others nearly tripped. One man who was thrusting into a woman suddenly fell over, causing her to fall to the ground with a cry. However, his eyes weren’t on her, and he stood up, pulling out of her without giving her another thought as he started walking towards me like a zombie, his dick still dripping and wagging erect.

“I hope you’re all having a great evening!” I shouted it out loud enough that everyone in the room could hear. “Now tell me. Who’s next?”

As I said so, I put on a cute look, touching my finger to my right cheek, fidgeting my legs and twisting them together, causing the hole in my crotchless panties to close and hide my womanhood. My hand ran up my bare thigh, and I put on my sultriest look full of the desire that was building inside me.

The effect was immediate. Coins were pulled from pouches, and men and even a few women surged forward desperately shouting to gain my attention. Many of them abandoned their current groups in the rush, and I received a few angry looks, although even most of them seemed oddly compelled by the force I exuded.

I gave another smile, to myself this time, and started to get to work.

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So I deleted an irrelevant line in the previous chapter, which is the part where I said the Queen was frustrated ’cause of the Pig’s little penis……which makes no goddamn sense, given the setting of the story where every fucking guy in this world is around that size or a bit bigger LMAO. That was fucking silly. Please forget that I wrote that line in.

Again, thanks, Pun, for pointing it out lol.

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Just a little bit after dawn, I open my eyes and notice the stinky stench of the fat King’s corpse. It’s unpleasant, but, since we’re leaving soon, I’m putting up with it.

In my arms, the Queen has also woken up, but she’s not saying anything.

She just gazes out the window with tired eyes.

Stroking her long, light-brown hair, I ask:

– How are you feeling?

She stops looking at the scenery outside and stares into my eyes. Letting out a soft breath, she opens her mouth and takes a few minutes to look for the right words before answering:

– …I can’t describe it, but……it feels like a switch in my head, which was flipped to the wrong direction, has been flipped back to its original position……

– Heh… – I smile – I totally get what you’re saying, so don’t worry.

Just to make sure, I gaze into her eyes and confirm that life has pretty much returned to them. Her complexion is also less like a corpse now. Even though she has a charming figure on the outside, if you look closely, you’ll see that she’s a little malnutritioned. With the recovery of her mind, she only needs to eat up, gain back some weight, and she’ll return to be a supreme beauty even at the age of thirty-two.

I have no clue what was going on in her head while I was asleep, but it’s good to see her not as broken as when she gave me the trial blowjob anymore.

– So… – The Queen opens her mouth again – What are you going to do from now on?

– We’re going to Kregoria. – I casually answer.

– “We”?

I point at the leather purse lying on the floor:

– Yep, you’ve even prepared that bag of money, right?

– Yes… That’s all of my personal asset as the Queen, in terms of gold coins…

– How much exactly?

– Around three thousand gold coins.

If I do the math, that’s around three-hundred thousand silver coins. Quite a big sum, I must say. However, it’s actually not that much, considering the fact that she’s the Queen.

– We won’t have any problem with daily life expenses, then.

– Do you actually intend to bring me along? – She asks, still staring into my eyes.

– Of course. You’re mine after all.

– Am I going to become your servant?

– You can be whatever you want. Even becoming my big-sister won’t be a problem, as long as you properly prepare my meals and brew my tea everyday.

Her eyes have a curious look when she hears me say that, but she soon nods and says with a soft voice:

– …I understand……Master.

– I forgot to ask… What’s your name?

– Natasha. Just…Natasha. I don’t have a family name……not anymore.

The fat King is dead, and, according to our deal, she now belongs to me. Natasha is no longer the Queen of this country, who gave birth to the First Princess, so she currently doesn’t have a last name.

– I’d be happy to fill my last name into that blank one day. – I laugh jokingly.

– Why aren’t you doing it now…?

– I will, if you’d like to.

– I……don’t know. – Natasha makes a confused expression.

– See, you’re not even sure about yourself, so I have no reason to force it on you. I’m a higher being than that Pig, so, unless you ask for it, I’m not shoving it in your hand.

– I see…

– That said, don’t even dream of putting any other guy’s last name in that blank, either. I’ll kill you both, alright~? – I declare with a bright smile.

I feel like that kind of face would freak an ordinary girl out, but Natasha takes it with confidence:

– That’s never going to happen.

I raise my eyebrow:

– Oh? Confident, aren’t you?

– Yes. – Natasha firmly says – There’s zero chances for that kind of thing to happen.

– How so?

– Please have a look at this…

Natasha tucks her hair to the side and shows me a big scar near her hairline. She continues:

– This is what happened pretty much every time that King wanted to have sex with me. I’ve heard from some other noblewomen that their husbands did the same thing to them. It seems like……it’s something these men enjoy doing in order to feel dominant over their women.

– ……

My left eye twitches in irritation. I almost want to call the Dark Dragonblade out and slice that filthy pile of shit into several smaller pieces.

Natasha seems casual when she tells the story, since she’s a resident of this world. However, if someone from a modern society like me, who has knowledge on fundamental Women’s Rights, hears about this sort of thing, I believe they’ll similarly get pissed off.

…Be that as it may, I don’t think I should try turning this world into one similar to Earth.

Albeit the fact that I may not be powerful enough to do so, I also don’t want any Feminism Fanatics to start popping up and ruining the foundation of society.

That said, if there’s anything I can do to raise the social standing of women in this world, I’ll give it my best shot.

– …But, you see, – Natasha continues – even though you also have a really high social standing, you were different when……

Not finishing the sentence, she buries her face into my chest, hugging me tightly.

After one night, she’s become less like a zombie and more like a proper human lady. It’s pretty surreal, but, when it comes to intangible things like this, no common logic can explain it.

– Is that all? – I ask, thinking that I was just a middle-class businessman back on Earth; there’s nothing noble about me.

– Of course not… – Natasha lifts her face up from my chest – You have no idea how much it means to me to be able to avenge my family! It’s a twelve year curse that has haunted me every time I close my eyes……and yet, I had to share a bed with that ‘thing’ every night, humiliated and violated by it!

Catching her breath, she continues:

– You could’ve just run straight to Kregoria and made your own fortune, but you agreed to stay behind and do something as disastrous as murdering the King because of my selfish request!

– Alright, you can relax now. I won’t force you to answer any other stupid questions.

Having noticed that tears have begun to stream out from her eyes, I place a finger on her lips and stroke her hair with my other hand.

– No… I’ll answer. I’ll answer anything you ask, so just…please…believe me and don’t throw me away…!

Having pretty much regained her sanity after the death of the Pig, Natasha is now aware that she’s all alone in this world. People know what the King did to her, so once they find out that he’s dead, they’ll conclude that she’s the criminal. Without anyone left to rely on, only death awaits her. Therefore, she’s desperately trying to cling to me, the only person who’s shown her affection in the twelve years of suffering.

– Alright. Rather than spewing emtpy words such as “I believe you”…

With those words, I roll over and get on top of Natasha. I stare straight into her beautiful blue eyes and resume my half-sentence:

– …I’ll have you “make me believe you”.

Natasha is stunned for a second, but she quickly catches on and kisses me, her arms tightly wrapping around my back. At the same time, she obediently spreads her legs and welcomes me inside her again…

 

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A week later, the whole Magical Kingdom of Runia is in a state of extreme chaos as the King was found brutally murdered inside an abandoned building. Investigators found many traces of sexual intercourse on the bed where the King died, but it seems like this country’s Sorcery hasn’t developed DNA test yet as they couldn’t identity the bodily fluids left behind.

By the time they realized that the Hero and the Queen had gone missing, we were already far away from the capital city.

…And by the time the investigation reached the Commercial City where we took a carriage to Kregoria, we were already near the national border.

 

Right now, Natasha and I are having lunch at a family restaurant in a small Kregorian Agricultural Town near the national border. The food they offer here mostly consists of cereal products like wheat or white rice. Though there is meat, they’re really expensive.

However, thanks to having a suitable climate, they have top-quality tea which is sold with a very reasonable price. It’s a bit more expensive if you want to ship it to a different city in large quantity, though, since you’d have to pay the Adventurers to escort the cargo.

Having finished our modest meal, which costs four silver coins in total, we exit the restaurant.

Now in casual clothing instead of her Queen attire, Natasha raises a question from behind me:

– Master, where are we going next?

– I intend to go to the capital. It has a pretty big forest nearby, so Adventurers have more job opportunities there.

– That’s a good choice, but I heard that housing is really expensive there.

– We can always start with a middle-class inn.

– Well, with the money I brought with me, it should be easy to buy a decent house right away.

– Hmm… – I ponder – Maybe I’m just overthinking this, but we shouldn’t spend a big sum of money right away.

Natasha tilts her head:

– Why is it?

– Those are gold coins forged in Runia, they might be able to track you down if you spend such a large amount of money right away.

Human countries in this world have all agreed to use the same type of currency to maintain trading’s stability. They don’t have a clearly defined stock market like modern Earth, so keeping the currency exchange rate in check would be too difficult.

That said, the Court Magicians might be able to track down the gold coins which were made in their respective country.

– Ah… – Natasha realizes – That’s right. I certainly have heard about something like that before. I’m sorry I was being so careless…

– Nah, don’t worry about it. – I shrug – You just be a good housewife and I’ll take care of the troublesome things.

– Housewife……

Natasha makes a blank face as she ponders about that term. I have no clue what’s going on in her head, but, if she isn’t against the idea, then there’s no problems.

We rent a room at a decent inn to spend the night.

I intend to go to sleep early, since the carriage we hired will be leaving quite early in the morning, but, apparently, Natasha has other plans.

It’s going to be fun, though, since she’s not on a frenzy like that day with the fat King anymore. This way, we can slowly and peacefully enjoy ourselves.

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By the way, guys…

I have a complex fetish, so I’ll spin my story around either excessively sweet vanilla or dark and twisted fantasies. If you’re gonna be with me on this train, then we’re gonna experience a lot of all the way up and all the way down. Hope you don’t mind, lol.

 

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Netori warning.

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Midnight, inside an abandoned building in the Residential District of Runia’s capital city. This place was suggested by the Queen, since it’s her old house where her family and her lover were killed mercilessly. And in this bedroom, she was violated by the Pig.

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The fat King is restrained with all his limbs shackled to two of the four legs of the bed. He was stripped naked earlier by me, but, even so, I still can’t see his little penis because of his fat belly.

When he opens his eyes, the Queen is sitting on the bed, facing him with a smile.

– O-Oh… Where am I…? – He mumbles.

The Queen answers with a gentle voice:

– Somewhere we both know.

– Is that so…? M-My Queen, what is up with all these ropes?

While they converse, I stand and conceal my presence at one corner of the room. This is the plan which the Queen and I have come up with in five minutes, so it should be fun.

– Ah, don’t worry. It’s just a ‘play’.

– H-How did you know…? I never told you I had this kind of hobby…

I almost vomit.

That’s it; this Pig needs to die. It’s not like I judge people with the same fetish, but hearing it from this fat King makes me want to cut off my ears.

Apparently, that’s not all.

Turned on by the bondage play, the Pig’s little thing begins to swell up. At first, I thought it would at least get to a decent size, but, when it stopped at around six centimeters, I almost want to reveal myself early just to spit at it.

How did he even rape the Queen…?

Anyway, back to their conversation…

– Oh, really? How about I show you this…? – The Queen says, lifting the hem of her nightgown and opening her legs.

Her seductive undies make the fat King’s little thing grow another centimeter, but that’s about it.

– O-OOH!! – The Pig squeals in excitement.

– You really like the thing under this piece of cloth, don’t you?

She asks while rubbing her vagina on top of her black lace panties. Seeing that, the Pig gets even more excited and begins to breaths wildly:

– YE-YES! I love it!!

– But…! – She raises one finger – Too bad…

The Queen turns around and smiles toward me. Having received the signal, I reveal myself and walk over to the bed. When I sit down on the edge of the bed, the Queen leans toward me and embraces me. We then kiss passionately, exchanging saliva.

Seeing that, the fat King turns all red and yells:

– WH-WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!??

Separating her lips from my lips, the Queen sends a smile toward the Pig and pulls down her panties. She crumples it into a ball of cloth and stuffs it into the Pig’s little mouth, gagging him.

Then, she turns toward me:

– You’re really evil, aren’t you, Hero-sama?

– Heh, you say that, but you came up with at least a half of this plan. – I laugh.

– Anyway, we only have a few hours, right?

– Let’s begin then.

Completely ignoring the existence of the mumbling fat King, I push the Queen down on the bed and kiss her neck while running my hand down her soft thigh. Her sweet body odor tickles both my brain and my lower half.

Soon, my dick enters battle mode.

While watching the fat King struggling around angrily from the corner of my eyes, I bury my face into his wife’s voluptuous breasts, fondling them to my heart’s content. When I suck on her pink nipples, she lets out a soft, sweet moan, making the Pig fall even deeper into madness.

Every time I run my lips down her navel and kiss her mons pubis, her body slightly twitches. It seems like nobody has ever made love to her in this way before.

– Mmmh!! MMMHH!!

– Haa……♥ I can’t really understand what you’re saying, my King~

She’s such an evil lady to have helped me come up with this. However, she deserves every rights to do so. This is also a chance to let her experience the pleasure a woman deserves every night making love with her man.

Well, I’ve bought prostitutes before, so I’m not clueless about sex. I’m not an expert, either, but I’m confident I can do, at least, a decent job of pleasing a woman.

– You ready for the main dish? – I say, giving the slit between her legs a kiss.

– Yeah, I’m getting really wet already…

There was no life force in her eyes when we talked in my room, but, since the moment we kissed, the Queen has entered a frenzy. The pre-taste of vengeance is swallowing up her sanity.

When I suck on her erect clitoris and poke my tongue inside her, she locks my head up between her legs, trembling in pleasures.

– Alright, here it comes.

– Ahh… Just imagining that big, hard thing going inside me is already too much! – The Queen says in a feverish tone, her hands spreading her vaginal entrance to invite me in.

The fat King has been squealing and struggling this whole time, but we’re paying no attention to him. From time to time, the Queen would turns her face toward him and smile devilishly. In fact, whenever she trembles in pleasures, she would look at him and brag to him.

Not wanting to wait another second, I pull down my pants and rub the head of my dick against her vaginal opening, spreading her fluids all over her crotch.

– You’re really horny, huh…

– Stop teasing me! Just put it in already!

– I can’t wait, either, so don’t rush me.

Saying so, I push my hips forward and penetrate her all the way inside.

Since she’s already given birth once, I expected it to be a bit loose, but it turns out that it’s no less tight than a virgin hole.

– Aahh——♥

– Guh… What is this tightness…? Aren’t you a mom?

– Me? Isn’t it that thing of yours that’s abnormally big? – The Queen restrains her moans.

– No no no, I’m pretty sure I’m average…

– Haha… Average of this world is only half of what you have…

– …But even so, it shouldn’t be this tight for someone who has given birth.

– No, according to this world’s standards, this is pretty loose… It’s the same for all Human women…

– … Well then, – I shrug – it’s not a bad thing, at least.

I begin slamming my hips against her lower body in missionary position. Because her flesh tunnel is narrower and shorter than the average Earth woman, I’m able to stimulate her deepest spot with every thrust.

– Aah…♥ Ahn…good…it’s so good…♥ What is this…?

With an ecstatic expression, she moans loudly and seductively.

At this point, the fat King has stopped struggling around. Now, he’s just watching us with a miserable face, his eyes bloodshot.

– How’s this? Do you like it this deep? – In high spirits, I ask, not stopping the piston movement of my waist.

– Yes♥ I…love it♥ Aaah—♥

The Queen clutches the bed sheets and bends backward; her hips haven’t stopped trembling since the moment I put it in.

Seeing such a sexy reaction, I secretly cast “Dragon Magic – Matchless Vitality” on myself, grab hold of her waist with both hands and begin pounding her pussy more vigorously. I grind my meat rod, which has gotten rock hard, against her vaginal flesh walls over and over again, not missing any of her sweet spots.

When I look down, I realize that my dick is covered in her slimy, creamy fluids. The lewd juice keeps oozing out from her pussy every time I pull out. I can’t help making a comment:

– You’re really damn wet down here…

– Aah…haa…haah…♥ Haahn~♥

She’s drowned in pleasure, and she can’t even answer me properly.

After only one minute, the Queen’s body writhes, and her insides tighten up. Her wet folds squeezing and twisting around me are actually pulling me toward my limit really fast. On the bright side, I didn’t think someone like me could drive a mature beauty to orgasm within a minute.

– Heh… Can you keep going? – I ask with a smirk.

– Haa…haa… Of course…I can. – The Queen is breathless with a lewd fuck-face – That was the first time a cock makes me come in twelve years. Of course I would want to keep going…

I resume the movements of my hips and, once again, penetrate her all the way inside. My shirt’s getting in the way, so I take it off and lean forward to embrace her. While devouring her lips, I glue my chest to her soft breasts and enjoy the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing against me.

Her pussy’s so tight that I can’t even hold it in past five minutes.

That said, I magnificently ejaculate inside her with one deep stroke. The Queen also reaches her second climax at the same time.

The way she’s bending backward while trembling is making me stay erect even after releasing.

– Alright. Now, get on all fours.

When I pull out, my dick is stained with her lewd fluids.

Before getting on all fours as told, the Queen opens her legs toward the fat King and spreads her vagina with her fingers, showing him how the semen I’ve just now pumped inside her is oozing out.

Seeing that, the Pig regains his consciousness and begins struggling violently, but, since the ropes are too tough, he can’t escape. He’s making incoherent noises from his panties-gagged mouth again, but we ignore it.

The Queen then gets on all fours as I told her.

However……this time, she directly faces the fat King while sticking her butt out toward me. This is the definition of Evil, because, this way, she’s going to be showing her face drowned in ecstasy to the Pig. He can also have a good look at how I bang his wife from behind and make her cum.

Getting more and more excited myself, I draw my hips backward before drilling my dick into her dripping wet pussy.

– Uaaahh…! M-My God…it’s prying…me open…! Ahn…Aah…♥

I enjoy fondling her round, plump butt as I maintain the piston motion of my waist at a steady rhythm. There’s  just enough grinding to stimulate her sweet spots, but it’s not quite enough to make the pleasures explode and make her cum.

By keeping her in the middle realm between heaven and earth, I’m making her constantly tremble in pleasures. Her initial soft and quiet moans have now heated up enough to sound obscene. Mixed with the lewd, wet noises our genitals are making, it’s the most sinful harmony one could ever imagine.

As for the King, his eyes have already turned white as drools dripping from the corner of his mouth, which is still gagged by the Queen panties. Down below, his tiny dick has already ejaculated even without stimulation – no, our lustful act was the stimulation.

We’ve screwed him up enough that he ejaculated while watching his wife getting pounded by the Hero he summoned from another world. It wouldn’t have had as big of an effect if we didn’t switch to doggy position and show him his wife’s fuck-face.

I’m maintaining the same pace with which I’ve been fucking the Queen, and I don’t intend to slow down or speed up any time soon. This is literally heaven, I’m not dumb enough to end it.

After coming five or six times, she begins crying out incoherent words, but, among those broken sentences, I manage to pick out some that sound interesting.

– This dick is out of this world…

– Not even Franco was this amazing…

– Now I’m just cumming with every stroke…

Things like that.

…And I’m assuming Franco is the name of her lover whom the fat King killed. Although I should feel somewhat bad, this situation, for some reason, turns me on.

…

Feeling that my limit is approaching, I lean forward and grab her boobs with both hands. I speed up my hips movement and rapidly stab my dick into her tight pussy. Enjoying the softness of her boobs in my hands, I raise my hips and grind her wet flesh walls at a different angle.

By chance, I hit another one of her sweet spots, making her squirt a little bit while trembling vigorously.

– This is too good, so I’m releasing it inside again!

– I don’t care…I don’t care…I don’t care…Just keep driving me crazy like this…!

Ah… I see.

Right now, she’s probably in that painful phase where the sweetness of revenge makes past memories come flooding back. And since the pleasure of sex is spinning her mind around, making everything unclear, she can, in a way, escape from all of it.

I’d like to keep her entertained for a bit more, but I’m already at my wit’s end.

How long has it been since we started? I’m not even sure anymore……it could be an hour or more.

From behind, I embrace the Queen tightly and shoot out my semen inside her. As her body writhes, she has another orgasm and passes out.

She falls into my arms and, as if sleepwalking, clings to me tightly. As tears stream out of her eyes, she raises a soundless, heartbreaking cry half-consciously.

Feeling like something’s tightening up in my heart, I click my tongue and summon the Dark Dragonblade.

Grasping the handle tightly, I swing it horizontally and slice the Pig into two.

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• I hope you enjoyed the netori. Also, please excuse my lack of experience in writing porn :v

 

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Chapter 54

“Ah, Devon…” the words leaked out of my mouth.

Part of me felt hurt to see him there, the other part of me was surprised. Given his behavior earlier, I wondered why he even bothered to show up. Of course, he always showed up to these kinds of things, right? He simply didn’t want me to join him. He probably liked being seen as the good guy and felt like his image would be ruined with me after I saw him banging other women.

“Ah, brother!” Julian shot me a warning look before letting out a grin as he saw the coin in my hand. “Reserving her early, I see. See, my dear? What did I tell you? Everyone has their dark side. Brother just won’t express his without the cover of a mask.”

Devon grimaced at Julian’s words. He reached out and his hand grabbed my wrist, ready to pull me somewhere. My emotions were conflicted at this point. I was excited to try Devon since I had wanted it for some time, but something about the whole thing being in this environment irritated the hell out of me and I couldn’t figure it out.

“Silent as always, brother? He never speaks at these things. But I’ll bet you can make him sing, dear.”

He stopped and turned back, a glare on his face, “These things are supposed to be confidential.”

Julian’s eyes widened in surprise, and then he broke into a grin. “Why they are!”

“Then stop calling me brother.”

“Don’t be that way,” Julian laughed, then he turned around and spoke extremely loudly. “Everyone is my brother here!”

There was a cheer from a few people and the sound of someone clapping their hands a few times. Devon stiffened, but otherwise turned back away, subsequently ignoring Julian from that point further. As he pulled on my arm, I pulled back and gave Julian a questioning look.

“Don’t look at me. He bought your time. You can block him with your coin if you want, although brother is one of the hottest commodities here. He’s never turned a girl down, but he’s also never put out for free. Many women have dumped all their coins to spend time with him. Oh! But, make sure to give dear brother a good ride!”

Devon’s hand tightened on my wrist as Julian talked, and I could see that he was bothered by Julian’s words. Well, Julian was spilling all of Devon’s secrets, so I supposed that it made sense.

My emotions regrettably were still a jumbled mess. As I let Devon drag me away from Julian, I tried to make sense of my feelings. Devon had been a spoiled hypocrite earlier, but now he wanted my body the first chance he got. This made me angry, yet he was also being uncharacteristically very forceful, which I found somewhat sexy. Could I be angry and aroused at the same time?

However, I quickly noticed that Devon was not taking me further into the main room, nor towards any of the side rooms Julian had shown me. Instead, he was pulling me back out the curtains into the receiving room. The curtain flaps fell back down, blocking my view of the gathering crowds. A few people had passed second base, and I could see a girl giving a guy a handjob in the corner, another guy with his hand up a girl’s skirt, and a third girl with a drink in her hands had her tits hanging out, a guy sucking on each one.

In some ways, this was preferable. If I understood correctly, I earned more experience with my first-time bonus than I earned with voyeurism, so if I saw all these people having sex, I’d be kissing a potentially large amount of first-time bonuses away. Although Devon didn’t know it, he was doing me a favor by keeping our sexual activities in a secured location.

He grabbed a drink with his other hand from a passing waiter, then gulped it in one go. I frowned at the action, which seemed to hurt my pride a bit. If he needed a drink to build himself up to the point of fucking me, then I felt like I had failed in one way or another. Like that, he moved to sit down at a table in the corner. He pulled me down and a second later I was sitting on his lap.

The familiarity of this with how his father liked me to straddle his lap was not lost on me. Once again, I felt a strange spike of anger. The fact that Devon had tricked me into thinking he was some normal guy, even though he seemed to have just as many perversions as everyone else, bothered me a bit. Like father, like son.

Of course, even his sexual kink was perverse. I always treated it as every person could have their own kink. Just because you had a kink, didn’t mean you ever did that kink. People liked what they liked, and there are many people who go their whole lives never figuring out what they genuinely liked. I figured he was one of those people who just didn’t know it because he never tried it. However, I was beginning to realize that those kinds of people didn’t exist among the nobility. The nobles had all explored their sexual kinks to their fullest.

Analingus; that was Devon’s kink. I wondered how many girl’s asses he had stuck his tongue up. Probably a lot of them. Then again, I didn’t know if analingus meant to offer or receive. For all I knew, it was the girls sticking their tongues up his ass. As he straddled me on his knee and wrapped his arms tightly around me, my brain drifted across these thoughts. Just as I was wondering if analingus would be a skill like cunnilingus, I realized that in the last few minutes, Devon had done nothing but leave me sitting on his knee.

Even the king would rock me like a child, or feel me up accidentally. The entire time I sat on the King’s lap, I’d feel his rod pressing up between my butt cheeks. However, I felt nothing hard coming from Devon’s lap. Well, his legs were muscular and hard, but that wasn’t the kind of length I was looking for. Furthermore, Devon himself wasn’t breathing hard or anything. He merely had turned to his side, his face wearing a stubborn look.

Perhaps he was shyer than I gave him credit for? Julian said that he didn’t give out coins or seek out company that it was always the girls handing him coins. He did take a drink, so maybe he was just really nervous sexually. Despite my ranting anger, his shyness touched something in me and at least for the moment, I was less angry.

At the very least, he had given me the coin, so I should fulfill my role as a mask wearer. Although his arms were tight around me, I could rest my hands down on his thighs. Pushing up a little on his thighs, I started using the leverage to grind my hips. My movements were very subtle, and someone watching might not have seen I was doing anything, but I ground my butt seductively in Devon’s lap. If I had done something similar to this on the overly-excited King’s lap, I was confident I could make him cum in a few minutes. On Devon’s lap, the effect was palpable, and a smile broke on my face as soon as I felt something hard poking me from the bottom.

“Stop that!” Devon growled.

He tightened his grip on me, grabbing my arms to keep me from having leverage. He closed his lap and seemed to hold me down even harder, keeping me from doing anything. I found myself confused at this point, wondering if he was doing some kind of sexual denial play. It wasn’t something I was truly used to, so I didn’t know how to take the situation.

As I tried to figure out Devon’s game, more people strolled in, wearing various forms of garb. Many wore the fancy dresses they wore at balls, but I wasn’t the only one who thought to dress in a more sexually minded way. There were a few leather wearers, likely because the cleanup was easier. A few girls wore nothing under their jackets but a corset.

As I watched more people stroll in, my eyes widened at a certain couple who just showed up. Devon saw them at the same time I did, and his grip suddenly tightened on me even more. Even though his grip was tight, I didn’t hate it. His body was warm, and he smelled good. I felt comfortable in his arms, which is why I wasn’t fighting to escape. The couple that walked in were none other than the third prince and his bimbo, Sylvia.

Richard wore his typical garb, fine clothing that resembled something you’d expect on a nobleman. Meanwhile, Sylvia wasn’t dressed emulating me for once. Instead, she wore a very slutty low cut dress. Her tits were barely contained in her dress, and… did she stuff her underwear? Her butt was not that nice normally. Perhaps it was an illusion enchantment that gave her a rounder ass. Illusion or not, I had to admit that she looked pretty sexy in the dress.

“I’m… sorry…” Devon whispered in my ear.

I realized that the reason he had stiffened was that he thought I might be upset at seeing my husband-to-be here. Of course, I had expected him to be there. I was there too, so you could argue that he had the right to be just as upset.

However, Richard’s eyes crossed right past me as if I wasn’t even there. I know we were supposed to pretend anonymity, but I thought there might be at least some reaction to seeing his beloved in a situation where he might genuinely be able to release all those sensual desires on her, or perhaps instead a reaction of jealousy from me being with the 4^th prince first. Unfortunately, I received nothing.

On the other hand, Sylvia reacted as I would expect. As soon as her eyes locked on me, sitting on Devon’s lap, they snapped away. Her face wore the expression that was a mixture of anger and fear. Of course, she immediately recognized who I was, but she wouldn’t be allowed to acknowledge it while we were at this club. She was still clinging to Richard, but I knew that both of them must be swapping partners. Even if she wanted to cling to him the entire night, Richard wouldn’t stay with her.

The pair quickly left, and I once again looked at them in envy as they slipped into the room beyond the curtain. I could hear some moaning now. They were light and muffled sounds, only when a particularly loud moan came out was I able to hear anything. At this point, I had been sitting on Devon’s lap for nearly a half hour, and I had yet to earn a single point of experience.

“What are you playing at?” I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder and bringing his head next to mine.

He didn’t speak for a minute, but finally, he muttered. “I’m not playing at anything.”

The curtain slid open, and a man walked in. He was a hairy man, hair running all the way down his stomach down to a hairy patch around his dick. I knew this, of course, because the only thing he had on was an untied robe and his mask, a red mask in the shape of diamonds over each eye. The rest of his body was completely naked. He looked around the room, and when his eyes met ours in the corner, he grinned with excitement.

He started walking in our direction, his naked feet slapping on the tiled floor as he moved up to us. As he did so, he pulled out a coin as he walked, twirling it in between his fingers.

“Well, it looks like you two are about done. How about if your lady and I…”

Devon suddenly flicked his hand which was resting on the nearby table, and a coin flew out. The man wasn’t prepared for it and had to lean back, the coin ended up landing on his chest, sticking to his chest, which was a step below being called boobs themselves. He peeled the coin off and looked at it with a surprised look on his face.

“Denied,” Devon said.

The man looked flustered for a second, but finally, he straightened his back while I gave him an apologetic look. “Well, I see I’m not wanted here. Thanks for the coin.”

He turned around and walked away. Although Julian hadn’t mentioned it, I was starting to see the genius in this method. Even if a man faced rejection, the result was that he would acquire more coins, and then he could use those coins to get other women, or if he really did strike out, enchanted artifacts, to help mend his wounded pride. In essence, women earned coins by putting out, and men earned coins by striking out, creating a strange kind of sexual economy.

A few minutes later, another man walked out. He was considerably better looking than the first. He was younger, taller, more fit, and a lot closer to my sexual interests. He was actually covered with a towel, so he showed a bit more modesty, and if Devon could see my eyes he’d have seen them brighten in expectation. Similarly, he ended up walking towards us, but before he even spoke there was the familiar cling as a coin flew up. The coin landed on the floor in front of the man.

The man stopped, his smile stiffening, but after a moment he bent down, picked it up, sniffed, and walked away. I watched him leave with a very disappointed look on my face.

The next one was a girl. She was a few years older than me. She was pretty, but only just pretty. She wore a robe like the first man, but she had it wrapped around herself. As she approached us, she gave a gentle and friendly smile. Devon did not flick a coin at her, I saw.

When she stood next to us, she looked past me like I wasn’t there and directly at Devon. “Shall we enjoy each other again tonight? I always appreciate my time with you.”

Devon’s muscles stiffened, and I gave him a wry look. So, this was one of the girls he had been fucking at previous events? There seemed to be a hint of guilt on his face, so it was probably true. However, he didn’t say anything to her, and after a moment she sighed.

“You always play so hard to get.” She purred, pulling a coin out. “You know, I’d be a richer woman if you’d stop making me beg.”

As she brought the coin to the table, there was a resounding click. In Devon’s fingers was another coin. He pushed his hand forward, the coin scrapping across the table until it was next to hers, and then he pulled his hand away. Her eyes widened and her mouth almost fell open. Then her eyes narrowed, and she finally gave me a look. After a second, she turned back.

“Fine, flatter your new playmate, but you’ll need to make it up to me at the Harvest.” She winked before turning around and walking away.

As she walked, she wagged her behind. I found myself critiquing the movements. She was doing it all wrong. With her height and the shape of her butt, it would be way hotter if she brought her legs in front. She should also be in heels and- and that wasn’t important right now. Devon was rejecting everyone right now, and he still hadn’t loosened his grip on me a single bit. He only loosened his tense muscles after she had left through the curtain beyond his sight.

“So, a former lover?” I said curtly.

“So, it would seem.” Devon sounded tired as he said this, and I could only shake my head at his strange behavior.

“Although I guess you two will be at it again in a few weeks, right?”

“That depends on if you’re there.”

I nearly reached up and slapped him, but instead, I shook my head in aggravation. “How long do you plan to keep this up?”

“As long as I have to, all night if needed,” Devon said.

“Why?” I snapped.

“…” He turned his head away, avoiding the question.

“I’m not your woman, you said it yourself.”

“I paid the coin, you are tonight.” He said.

Once again, a surge of anger swelled in me and fought the urge to slap him. He was seriously pissing me off. I don’t think I’d ever been angrier. So why was there this strange feeling deep inside? Despite the anger bubbling up, I also felt impossibly happy. How did this stupid man keep making me feel conflicting emotions that don’t fit together? Even Richard and Sylvia weren’t this aggravating.

As the night moved on, a few other people walked in and out of the room. Not all of them went for us. A few were just wanting to chat with each other, or get a drink from the bar. The later it got, the less clothing the people wore. Before long, finding someone in clothing was rare. The latest girl who walked out wore nothing but her mask, except that she also had a tail. It was long, black, and ended with a spade, giving it a demon tail vibe, at least from an RPG point of view. I got excited that we had a nonhuman in the bunch until I realized that the tail didn’t go to her back, but went straight into her butt. That’s right, she had inserted a butt plug with a tail attached to it.

Two weeks ago, sex toys didn’t even exist in the capital, and nobility not only picked it up, but they’ve already integrated them into their underground sex clubs and started making tailed butt plugs. I didn’t know what it said about their society. Was it more alarming that they took to it so quickly, or that they didn’t have it prior?

The curtain was pulled back again, the sound of moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin drifting into the room. I looked longfully into the room of experience grinding I was denied, but the familiar person entering the receiving room immediately caught my eye. It was Julian, who was shirtless and once again wearing his favorite robe and a pair of tight pants. When his eyes landed on us, he gave an annoyed look and approached.

“There you two have been. I was expecting quite the show from our dear sister, brother, you can’t keep her all to yourself.” As he approached and noticed that we were fully clothed, he let out a sigh. “I heard that you were sending everyone away with your coins. I had hoped it was because you two were so wrapped up in your play that you didn’t want any interruptions, but what boring thing is this?”

“He won’t let me go!” I complained, trying to alleviate his disappointed look.

He looked back at Devon’s expressionless face with a twist in his mouth before pulling a coin from his robe. “Very well, then-“

Two coins slid across the table, stopping just short of the edge.

“Denied.” Devon almost snarled.

“Two?”

“For when you try to buy me next.”

Julian let out a laugh. “You know me too well brother. But you know you can’t win this. I can persuade quite a few to come throw their coins at you. Do you think you can hold out?”

Devon gave a flat look before reaching to his side and pulling out a large purse and dropping it to the table. It landed with a clang, falling open as an avalanche of coins slid out.

“Try me.” He growled.

Julian’s lips tightened, and I looked on at the bag with conflicted emotions once again. Devon was my age, which means that if he started going when he turned 18 as Julian has said, the most coins he’d have gained were less than 36. However, there were well over a hundred coins here. If he took a coin, each time he slept with a woman, this showed the reality where my Examine didn’t. Although there were sure to be repeat customers in subsequent months, it meant he at least slept with four other women continuously, but my gut told me it was considerably more.

I didn’t know why this bothered me so much. I kept calling him a hypocrite, but I was just as bad. No, I was worst. This all happened before he knew me. Now, he hadn’t touched a single woman but me tonight. Meanwhile, I slept with the King, Reinhart, Min, and even nine monsters. As I considered this, Julian shook his head.

“Very well, brother, have your way. But as you’re being selfish, have you even considered asking the one you’re holding what she wants? No… of course not. This is all just your own selfishness.” Julian turned and started walking away, but he stopped and glanced back at me, “Coins are all good, but as I mentioned, he can’t keep you there. If you want to enjoy yourself, join us, the night is still young. He can block any ugly men all he wants, but a woman like you would be every man’s pick, and consensual sex cannot be blocked.”

He continued to walk away as I sat there dumbfounded. He was, of course, absolutely correct. Devon could block me from earning coins, but he couldn’t block me from having sex. I’d been held in his lap for nearly an hour, and there was no need for it. While I could say I was afraid if I tried to fight him he’d fight back, or that I didn’t remember the rules, that wasn’t the truth. The truth was that I sat in his lap because I wanted to.

Just like when I rode behind him on the horse, when I was pressed up against Devon’s body, I felt safe. I felt like even if my secrets were revealed, I’d still be safe. Devon would protect me. Although it was more than that too. I was a tad possessive with things that I saw as mine, and somewhere in the intervening few weeks, I started seeing Devon as mine. While Devon didn’t want anyone to have me, the feeling was mutual. This whole time, deep down, I knew as long as I sat on his lap, no other girl could take him.

“Wh-“ Devon stopped and then swallowed before continuing. “What do you want?”

My mind was buzzing, these new thoughts driving all the anger into a corner as I started to come to a thorough realization of my own thoughts and desires. I wanted to survive. I wanted experience. But I always wanted happiness too.

“You… I just want you.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted you to follow me.” I answered, “To meet me in a place where we didn’t have to follow the rules.”

It wasn’t a lie, even if it was only a small part of the truth.

“I-I can’t… I can’t fight this… I think I’m in lo-“

I put a finger on his lips, stopping him from saying the thing I couldn’t hear. “Just… tonight, let it just be you and me. Please? I just want you, only you.”

Devon stayed silent for a moment, and after a bit, he nodded. He released his grip, and I rotated around so that I could face him. Slowly, delicately our faces moved to each other and my lips pressed against his. His lips were incredibly soft, and my entire body seemed to tingle at his touch. His hands started to touch my body, and sparks seemed to jump from his fingers, causing my body to shiver in ways I didn’t recall experiencing before.

We continued to kiss, and his lips moved to my neck, slightly sucking there, and while this could be considered vanilla compared to the things I’ve done in the past, it aroused me more than any of that. My heart seemed to be beating a mile a minute, my breath was quickening, and my fingers only worked for Devon.

“Devon…” I moaned as he sucked my neck, “I want you inside me.”

Devon kissed me on the lips as we fiddled with his pants, working to free his cock. “I’m yours, Princess Cornelia.”

I froze, my hands having only just managed to get their way into his pants. The realization struck me like a bolt, and I stood there, my lips only a few inches from Devon, him looking at me with eyes of love. Cornelia. That’s right.

My hand gripped around his cock, now hard, and as my fingers moved up and down it slightly, I leaned forward and put my lips next to Devon’s ear. “I’m sorry.”

As Devon shot me a confused look, I activated Rock a Bye. It worked on the first go, and suddenly Devon rolled back as his eyes closed. I closed my eyes, the urge to cry suddenly overtaking me. I let out a sob, but after a quick breath and a switch to Solo Player, I got my emotions back under control. I pulled my hand out of his pants and stood up.

“I’m sorry, Devon,” I said in a voice quiet enough that no one awake could hear. “I’m not the Princess you think I am. We’re just from two different worlds. Trust me, this is for the best.”

Fortunately, there was no one in our particular corner to see what happened. I waved over a servant who came with a bow.

“My lover drank a bit too much, and he’s fallen asleep. Can you please send him back to the castle?”

Part of it was fear he’d wake up while I was in the middle of doing what I was about to do. The other was my own hypocrisy. I didn’t want to risk some girl coming in and taking advantage of him in his unconscious state. It was common for the servants to bring home unconscious nobles, and a second later two strong looking men came in and carried him out the entrance.

I let out a sigh, pushing the pain from that event deep down, and letting my seductress nature reassert itself. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had become the person from back home, Aria the college student, a scared girl who just wanted to be loved. That wasn’t what I needed to survive this world. I was Aria the Seductress, a woman pretending to be a noble as she leveled and grew stronger.

I pulled open the curtain and marched into a world of sex.

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Under the moonlight peeking in from outside the window, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed; the Queen is kneeling on the floor and between my legs.

– Show me your tits. – I say.

Having unbuttoned her top, revealing her sexy black bra below, the Queen asks:

– …Is this good enough?

– Yup. – I nod, enjoying the sight of her deep cleavage from above.

I get a hard-on almost instantly; she’s just that charming, despite her age.

– Well then… I’ll have this… – She says in a whispering voice, unzipping my pants.

The Queen widens her eyes, staring at the erect meat rod which has just popped out. I’ll be honest, the size is average, so I’m not sure why she’s surprised.

Well, that fat King’s thing must be tiny, I assume…

– We don’t have that much time. – I give her a reminder.

The Queen snaps back to reality and hurriedly apologizes:

– I’m sorry, I’ll get right to it… Hmm…

Saying so, the Queen opens her lovely lips and holds my glans in her mouth.

My left eye twitches; I almost leak out a moan right there. The warmth of her lips is just that pleasant. Not to mention the wetness of the tip of her tongue.

– Heh… You don’t seem used to this? – I ask, savoring the sensation at the tip of my meat rod.

Making a light suck, the Queen separates her lips from my glans and answers:

– Yes, I’m not that experienced in doing this.

– It’s fine, just do whatever that you’re capable of.

Luckily, I’ve already showered a couple hours ago, so it’s not dirty. Even though I know she probably doesn’t care, but I’d still feel bad if she has to suck on a dirty penis.

– Okay, I’ll try my best. – The Queen says, once again, putting my dick in her mouth.

This time, she lowers her head and slowly, but gradually, takes the whole thing in; the head is now tapping her throat. The feeling of her wet tongue gently gliding along the rod is truly pleasant.

When she begins to pull it out, she slurps on the shaft, which is covered in her saliva, and makes another suck on the tip when it’s all the way out. Although, the suction is clearly stronger than the last one.

– You don’t have to take it all the way to the base every time, you know?

She seems like she’s going to deep throat on every stroke, so I just give her a little reminder.

Hearing that, the Queen switches to a different pace and speeds up a little. In exchange for speed and swiftness, she’s only stroking three-fourth of my dick with her lips. However, thanks to that, it’s a little bit less clumsy and awkward.

– Hmm… Hnn… Mnn……

The sight of her tucking a few bands of her hair, which are getting in the way, to the back of her ear while pumping my dick into her mouth is so sinful, yet it turns me on.

– Rather than just grinding it with your lips and tongue, it feels better if you add some sucking…

– Mmk’… Mmf…chuu…

As instructed, the Queen begins to suck on my glans on the way out. It takes her a little bit of time to get used to it, but once she’s gotten the gist of it, she begins to speed up and maintains it at a steady pace.

She only keeps the same movement up during the next five, ten minutes, and my head begins to feel funny.

At this point, it feels like she’s sucking all the life force right out of me. The core of my hips is tingling like crazy. Even I, myself, can feel that my breathing is getting out of control.

I let out a groan:

– Ahh… You’re actually good at this.

That moment, the Queen notices my dick twitching in her mouth and plunges it in deeply. Catching me off guard, she switches to deep, twisting strokes with more suction. My vision whites out for a second as I suddenly ejaculates inside her mouth.

– Mmf…

– …I didn’t quite expect that.

Making one last slurp on the head of my dick, the Queen separates her face from my crotch and spits the semen out in the trash can. Her face doesn’t look like she hates it, though. In anything, her breathing has also become hot along with her feverish eyes.

– Ahem… So how was it? – After coughing a few times, the Queen clears her throat and asks.

– Yeah, that was great. – I nod, wiping my dick with a towel.

– Then…

– Sure. Let’s go kill him now.

I’m in high spirits after that blowjob, so I’m feeling like working off some sweat.

– He’s sleeping in his bedroom with a concubine. – The Queen casually says, tidying up her clothes.

I ponder for a minute and ask:

– Who’s going to take over the country if he’s dead?

– The crown prince. He’s not my son, but he’s, at least, a lot more competent than the pig.

– There’s no problem, then. – I nod.

My target is the filthy fat King, not this country. The people are innocent, so I’d be troubled if the fall of the King becomes a disaster for the citizens. They’re unrelated, so I’d like to leave them out of this as much as possible.

That said, it would be a different story if they were being such a dick toward me that I have to overturn them, but, for now, my target is the fat King only.

– What’s your plan? – The Queen asks.

– Hm… Let’s see…

I close my eyes and come up with something which I believe could make both me and her happy.

After telling her the details, I head over to the King’s bedroom while the Queen goes to a certain place in which she suggests we carry out the plan.

 

Having arrived at the pig’s bedroom, I quietly destroy the lock with the Dark Dragonblade and sneak in. The pig is still snoring noisily without knowing what’s about to happen to him.

When I take a quick glance at his concubine, it’s a woman with heavy makeup and saggy tits.

I almost vomit…

Ignoring the hag, I tie the pig up with a rope which I pull out from my Item Box.

Yes, Item Box is one of the things I can do with Dragon Magic.

When I lift the fat King off the bed, he wakes up, but I sock him in the face to put him back to sleep and carry him over to our rendezvous.

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Chapter 53

Nervousness shot through me as I headed out into the hallways and started walking towards the exit to the castle. I was in the mask now, but I felt more exposed than I ever had before. Of course, the celebration did not occur within the castle. The location actually wasn’t known to anyone, but those that set it up, which likely included Julian.

We were instructed to stand outside our homes. Those in masks would be picked up by carriages and brought to our final location. At the end of the night, we’d be returned the same way. Although I passed several servants and guards on my way out, they completely ignored my presence. This wasn’t in the way that they kept their distance out of respect. Instead, it was more like I was a ghost, wandering through the hallway.

This was not an effect of the mask, regrettably. The servants were instructed that under no circumstances were they allowed to look at or acknowledge someone in a mask. It was part of the illusion of this night. We were not nobles at this moment. We were simply spirits, seeking out the sexual gratification with our night queen, Qetesh. The ritual that seemed to permeate this strange society raised the stacks in my mind, causing me to feel anxious even when I told myself it was just a bunch of nobles fornicating to alleviate their own boredom.

I passed the gate guards, moving to the front of the castle gates. The castle housed many dignitaries and upper nobles. It was never a location lived in by only the king and his sons. Many had been given rooms in the castle which was a sign of trust and unity. This included Sylvia’s father, and various other Dukes, Earls, and Marquees. Although most only used the rooms occasionally when they had to visit the castle on business, a few allowed their future heirs to stay in the castle for a year or two to expose them to the political landscape.

Of course, the king, the princes, and I were housed in a different wing, but some of the wings were known to house quite a few men and women around my age. Many of them had shunned me at the ball two weeks prior, but tonight I wore the mask, and thus I had no identity as far as they were concerned.

There was a large grouping of people outside the gate dressed up in their finest clothing. Each person wore a mask of their own although identifying them was likely not hard. Some of the masks were very gaudy, full of bright shiny beads and diamonds, others were more modest. Many of the men went for a jet black tuxedo mask that made them look like secret agents although a few weren’t afraid to have something a bit more eccentric.

Then again, I didn’t have a choice when my mask was made. I wondered if it was common for members to have their masks prepared for them. If that was the case, I imagined there were a few people who had been handed ridiculous masks as a practical joke or something.

I quickly tried to blend into the crowd, but as I moved out into the moonlight, several people gave me lingering looks. Instead of the veiled hostility, I had felt at my welcoming banquet, these looks had more consideration. They looked my body up and down. It was mostly my body they were examining, perhaps considering if I was worth one of the Qetesh coins.

My dress certainly stood out from the pack. Every other dress looked like it was made by the same seamstress. It was likely the best and most expensive seamstress in town, but the result was that everyone wore similar designs. Meanwhile, my dress looked completely different, incorporating leather straps, fine cloth, hand stitching, and nylon stockings, my dress was made for my body not simply from measurements, but personal experience. It was made by a woman who intimately knew the ins and outs of my body. The effect showed, and I saw some women stare with jealous glares, while others looked on with awe. A few looked like they wanted to approach me, but they were too scared to.

I didn’t meet them half way. After the treatment at the banquet, I no longer felt like I owed these people anything. I had no want to endear myself to these women. If a few left me some experience, that was great, but mostly I planned to take as much experience as I could from as many men as I could. The main reason I planned to target men tonight was simple. Men came, and they came easy. As long as he shot his load, I knew I had earned my experience, and I moved on accordingly. While I could tell with women sometimes, it was never as clear, so I decided to maximize the use of my time, it would be mostly men tonight.

Therefore, I stood aloof among the crowd, wrapping my arms under my breasts, accentuating them sensually and unintentionally as I put on an aura of superiority. I’d be the hottest girl at this event, and I knew it, at least that was what I kept telling myself. I filled up the surrounding space, raised my chin, and built myself up emotionally. Although I wasn’t aware of it, my charm was very high at this point, and simply by being me, my body seduced those around me.

{Seduce has increased to LVL 6.}

I didn’t really understand why my level suddenly increased, but I had no complaints with increasing skills. I was also wrapped up in my own thoughts, so I didn’t realize how most of the conversations had turned towards hush whispers as people eyed me. Before any of the people waiting with me worked up the courage to approach me, a line of carriages suddenly approached. There was about fifteen of them. Each one was pulled by a team of horses and coachman dressed all in black.

The coaches were also completely black with gold edging. Each one was completely sealed off, with no visible windows. As I understood it, the nobles were taken to and dropped off from the party within these coaches so that even after going, the location would remain unknown. They were perhaps large enough for six people if they squeezed in there, but it seemed like the people only went four in each.

As I was about to step into a carriage, there was a sudden call out “Sister! Oh, sister! How about joining us?”

I looked instinctually down the line of carriages, and at the very end was a brightly dressed man who seemed to glow even in the darkness. He wore an eccentrically sparkly diamond encrusted mask with numerous spikes and bobbles. Despite the mask, he still wore the instantly recognizable black and red robe, although he was at least fully dressed for the moment. It was, of course, Julian who waved his hands without any care for discretion. I stepped down from the carriage and quickly walked down the line of carriages, hearing whispering as the eyes still followed me.

As I approached Julian, I could see that Gregory was by his side. His mask was, of course, white, but it had two horns coming out the top. His tendency to wear all white included this night, which, alongside the secretive mood and dark atmosphere, gave the feel that he was dressed as loudly as Julian in his own way. Julian whistled as I approached, looking me up and down with appraising eyes.

“You have dressed quite well tonight, my dear, but it won’t stay on you long. All that leather might make it difficult to take off?”

I was tempted to spill the secrets and show him the deceptively magnificent dress, but it was a pain to put back together and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise later. When I switched into my seductress mode, he’d just have to be amazed with the rest. Gregory gave me a kiss on the hand, and I provided a light curtsey to the pair. Then they ushered me to their carriage.

Their carriage, as it turned out, was not black, but completely white. I winced and lowered my eyes as I stepped into the carriage. While heading to a secret underground celebration on a dark night, I couldn’t think of a more flamboyant and obvious way to travel. On the up side, the carriage was bigger, with six horses pulling it, and thus I had more room to stretch my legs. In the end, it was only the three of us that boarded before the carriage took off into motion.

“What of the rest of the family?” I asked.

Gregory put his finger over his lips. “Who? We have no family. We’re nothing and no one but devices of Qetesh.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “What brother means to say is that the King has his own carriage. Your betrothed will likely escort that trollop, and Devon always finds his way to these things, eventually.”

“Brother!” Gregory looked on sternly. “But the masks…”

Julian laughed. “You take these things too seriously, brother. If we kept propriety like they did before I joined, these events would still be ten old farts and the prostitutes they cleared out of the local brothel.”

Gregory shook his head and sighed. “One of these days, brother, you’ll find yourself in some trouble.”

The pair chuckled mischievously towards each other, but my mind was focused on the answer he had given me.

“I-I don’t think Devon will be coming,” I said quietly.

Julian smiled. “I have notice that you have been eyeing our youngest brother quite a lot. I know you want to sample him. Perhaps even before you sample your own husband-to-be. I don’t blame you. Although he’s tough to catch. You might need to drop your coin for him. But he’ll be there. He always comes. Perhaps this time you’ll be the one to make him do so.”

I still didn’t believe him. After our fight earlier today, I had a distinct feeling that he would avoid this event. Although I put a lot of blame on Richard, he was at least honest with himself, even if he spent his life living in a made-up daydream. Devon seemed normal, but I was quickly seeing that he saw the world in a way that was convenient for himself.

As the carriage rocked along, the boys continued to talk, laugh, and flirt with each other. After about thirty minutes, the carriage finally came to a stop, but I found myself unable to keep track of any turns. It would be very difficult to find my way back now without a carriage. Fortunately, I had no plan to try to walk home.

As I went to open the door, Julian stopped me while wearing a severe face. “While I teased my brother, I will say this. Once we get inside, you may want to avoid using names. If the wrong ears hear, you and I both could be in trouble. I am the one who brought you here, so it will be me who faces the most wrath. So, in all seriousness, my dear, don’t let me down.”

I nodded with a gulp. His serious side had an edge to it that made my skin crawl. A moment later, he gave a laugh and his face was back to normal. But for these brief seconds, he actually felt like he might be a scary person. Rather than assume the worse, I took my interpretation as nervousness. I needed to start treating this trip sexually so that mental fortitude would kick that discomfort away.

I stared up in wonder as we exited the carriage. The mansion in front of us appeared to be deep in a forest, but the front yard had been well groomed. Various fountains, hedge shapes, and gardens gave the place a decadent feel. The carriage pulled away, allowing a new carriage to pull up and deposit even more people.

I could already see dozens of people filing in, and it looked like the number was only going to grow. I stared dumbly at the mansion in front of me, which was artsy and beautiful, unlike the castle which despite its décor still held the trappings of a functional military base. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Julian there.

“Gregory, go on without us. I’d like to give our new recruit the tour.”

Gregory nodded, his eyes already focused on whatever remained beyond the door. He practically skipped ahead of us, giving a single nod to the servant that I could only describe as a bouncer before heading in. Julian held up his arm, and I grabbed it, allowing him to escort me into the room. The way Julian was putting so much effort into making me feel comfortable, I wondered if this was something he did for everyone, or perhaps it was because I might be joining his family.

We entered the room, and I frowned at the sight in front of me. It looked like a bar or a club. It certainly didn’t have the underground sex party feel. There were tables, chairs, and even waiters and a bartender. A few people were sitting in chairs, talking with each other, and many were getting drinks. There was a girl sitting on a guy’s lap, but what I walked into wasn’t anything more exciting than you’d see at any bar on a Friday night.

Julian was observing my expression and then he gave a chuckle. “This is just the receiving room, my dear. A place to talk in quiet. We actually arrived a tinge early, but as the night rages on, the need for a quiet place to retreat to will become obvious. The drinks are free, of course, but don’t get so drunk that you lose function. The waiters are ordered to take anyone passed out home.”

I nodded, concealing the eagerness that made me want to tour the rest of the mansion right away. He walked across the room and took me to the other side. There was a doorway covered by a thick curtain. He held his hand to the thick curtain before turning to me.

“Beyond this curtain is where things get interesting. The room beyond is the main hall. You can meet, jump into groups, whatever you feel like.”

He pushed the curtain aside and took a step in. I followed behind him, and my eyes widened in excitement. There were a few people kissing aggressively, and definitely some heavy petting going on, but the room only had a few dozen people at this point and it seemed like the party was just getting started.

The room itself had a giant fountain in the middle, which cascaded water down ten plates where water poured over the edges into a wide basin. In the back was a giant statue of a familiar naked women holding wheat and a penis that would be Qetesh. The room itself had various sections. In one corner was a grouping of couches in which there were currently six people sitting, all kissing each other. And when I said that, I didn’t mean 3 people were kissing 3 other people, but all six were touching and kissing the other five.

There was another area which looked to be a giant den filled with pillows of various shapes and sizes. A third area looked to be full of abstract art, but a certain piece in the shape of a U had a woman and a man inside it, the man currently kissing the woman’s neck while rubbing her privates, so my guess was that they were functional.

“Most of the activities will occur in this room.” Julian waved his hand. “But there are numerous side hallways. You’ll find this place completely free of doors. You won’t be able to keep anyone who wants to watch out, but, if a wide room makes you uncomfortable, you should be able to find a side room with a bit of privacy. I would recommend you do not go down the right hallway as that involves… certain more extreme perversions. Perhaps in a future visit, but this one would be bad.”

I looked at the hall he was pointing to curiously. I did want to know what perversion he was talking about. I lived in a world with the internet. He’d be very hard pressed to find something that could genuinely surprise me. That said, given my knowledge, I suspected I did know some of the things behind those curtains, and many of them were not the kind of things I wanted to experience.

“And of course,” Julian continued, moving to the side. “There is the coin trade over here. I think you’ll find many items may be worth it but beware… if you give all your coins away, you’ll be at the sexual mercy of anyone here.”

I glanced over the items that were part of the trade in and gave a wry smile. Somehow, my male enhancement lubricant, the vials of sexual recovery, and the numbness potion had found themselves there. The skin restoration was the only potion that didn’t make it. I guess it wasn’t sex-themed enough. I also found various dildos, strap-ons, a rabbit, basically all of my ideas taken and sold for the highest price.

And the price was high. The cheapest dildo ran 15 Qetesh coins. That meant over a year of monthly Qetesh earnings or being offered sex 15 times. I didn’t know how much a prostitute charged, but if you did the math, this was probably thousands of dollars worth of sex. I put that thought away. Thinking about monetizing sex was one direction I was not ready to go.

There was the sudden sound of metal clinging as something colorful flew towards my face. Instinctually, I reached out and caught it, sleight of hand likely contributing to my quick reaction time. When I looked at what was in my hand, I realized it was a Qetesh coin. Right, if you were handed a Qetesh coin, it meant someone was trying to buy your company. I looked up at the man who had tossed the coin, and my body suddenly froze.

Standing in front of me was a muscular man with dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a mask that was midnight black lined with silver thread. However, mask or not, I recognized him anywhere. It was Devon.

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It’s been a few days since that party at the Banquet Hall.

At this point, I’m pretty confident about my general knowledge about this world. I’m not saying that I know everything, but, in my guess, it’s just about enough for me to live comfortably.

That said, it’s about time I left this filthy country for a new one.

I did a little bit of research in the city’s Grand Library and learned that there’s a country to the North of Runia which is also one of the five major Human countries. However, they are neutral about the relationship between Humans and the Demon race. As long as none of their residents are harmed by a member of the Demon race, they will not start a fight. It’s called the “Kingdom of Kregoria”.

Another interesting feature of this country is its Adventurer Guild. It’s said that the Guild there is the biggest and oldest branch of all Adventurer Guilds in Human countries.

I made my decision yesterday, so, today, I’m carrying out the plan before they make me go meddle with the Demon race.

 

In the middle of the night, I confirm that nobody’s near my room and get off the bed. I put on a leather jacket and walk toward the door.

Suddenly, there’s a small knock.

(What? Who’s looking for me this late?)

I don’t think I’ve screwed up, but, first, let’s just find out who is it.

With that in mind, I approach the door and open it. On the other side, a mature beauty with light brown hair is staring at me with empty eyes; her face is void of any emotion.

It’s a face which I know. I’ve seen her several times before.

Thinking that it’s strange, I ask:

– What kinda business does the Queen have with me this late at night?

Indeed, she’s the Queen of this country, that fat King’s wife, the mother of that ugly Princess.

Now that I think about it, that Princess has the sexy figure of this woman, but, unfortunately, has a face which resembles her ugly father.

– I just have something to discuss, but… What about you, Hero-sama? Where do you intend to go this late? – She asks me with a lifeless voice.

– I’m leaving. – I smirk, giving her a straightforward answer.

– Just as I thought, huh…

– If you were able to guess it, then I’ll praise you for your sharpness. Now, bye!

I intend to force my way through, but the Queen grabs my shoulders and stops me.

Staring straight into my eyes, she begs:

– …Please, at least, hear me out.

– Hm… – Seeing that her eyes aren’t lying, I nod with a sigh – Fine. I’m not promising anything, though.

– Even if I can only have a little bit of your consideration, it’s enough.

She seems to be in a quite desperate state.

Taking into consideration this medieval-like setting of the world, I find myself having a few rough guesses of what she wants to ask of me. Well, of course, there are also a few other factors, but, since it’s just my speculation, I won’t jump to conclusions right away.

Having sat down next to me on my bed, the Queen turns around and gets straight to the point:

– I want the pig dead.

– Oho……

It’s a straightforward, merciless request. However, since her target is so interesting, I feel like I want to listen to more of what she has to say.

Needless to say, when she says “the pig”, there’s only one person that comes to my mind.

– I can use my position as the Queen to give you anything you want.

– Before we talk about rewards and stuff like that, I’m more interested in your motive.

– Ah, that… It’s simple. – The Queen closes her eyes, takes a breath and begins telling her story – He set my family up and killed everyone except me. He then took me in and raped me. After that, I gave birth to that monster. All of this was because he saw me on the street with my lover and wanted to have me.

– I see. – I nod, somewhat disturbed inside – Did he also kill your lover at the time?

– Yes.

Even though I’ve expected something like this to come up, but directly hearing it being told by the victim herself is a little bit difficult to stomach. The fact that her eyes and voice have lost all life is making me feel even more sick.

…Although, part of me kind of laughed when she called her daughter “that monster”.

– Alright. Now let’s talk about what’s in it for me. – I place my hand on my chin, pretending to be a smart merchant – I’ll start by saying that it’s easy to me to obtain whatever I want.

– There’s actually a limit to what I can offer, so I’ll make a short list for you to choose from.

– Alright. I’m listening.

– While I can’t give you a noble title, I can certainly offer a decent sum of money, rare magic tools, or, the most basic of them all, women.

– What kind of women. – I close my eyes, pondering about various things.

Still with a lifeless tone, the Queen answers:

– That……will have to depend on your preferences. Elves? Catgirls? A farmer’s daughter? Or……even me if I’m good enough.

I open my eyes and accidentally catch the reflection of myself in the full-length mirror nearby. It’s not my thirty year old appearance; I’ve somehow rejuvenated to my twenty year old self since I came to this world.

Thinking that it’s about time I made up for my dull life back on Earth, I say:

– Catgirls sound great, but I think you’re prettier.

– That won’t be a problem, considering your strength. – The Queen easily accepts it – Once that pig is dead, you can do whatever you want with me.

I show an empty smirk that doesn’t have any particular meaning behind it:

– I don’t know about the quality of the goods I’m getting, though.

– …So you want a trial?

– Correct. Ah, but you don’t have to go too far. I will only receive the full payment once the job’s been taken care of.

– Understood, how about trying out my mouth? – She asks, as if to make sure that it’s enough.

– Sure. – I nod.

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It’s been a few days since I was thrown into this world all of a sudden.

I’ve already given up on the idea that I’m just hallucinating, so I’ll treat what I’m going to be seeing from now on as reality. That’s the kind of conclusion I came up with after hours and hours of denial and escapism…

Long story short, this Magical Kingdom wants me to help them exterminate the Demon Lord, but their attitude is so fake that it’s not even funny.

I’m told that the country is currently in a crisis, but as soon as I take a stroll downtown, the sight of the most peaceful and wealthy city spreads out before me. The merchants’ business are flourishing thanks to the quality of their goods despite the reasonable price, and the people are enjoying their lives to the fullest with ease.

They show me a map and explain how the Demon race has been trying to invade their country, but I don’t believe them, so I sneak into the city’s Grand Library to check out the real Continent Map.

It turns out that these guys are the ones trying to mess with the Demon race, simply because their lands are more fertile for agriculture. Truly, there’s just no limits to their greed…

 

I am disgusted.

As the person whom they’re trying to fool, I’m disgusted.

Luckily, I’m capable of doing a few interesting things. For example, I can summon a legendary sword called “The Dark Dragonblade” and wield it without problems. It weighs literally a few tons, but when I lift it, it becomes as light as a feather.

I believe this is related to the “Dragon Magic” part of the prize ticket I got from that vending machine.

Aside from summoning the sword, which is widely known among the higher-ups of Runia, I have a few other tricks up my sleeves, but I’m not going to reveal it now, since I don’t want them to start developing a countermeasure against me. Smart people don’t reveal their hand to their enemies.

I don’t know about me being smart, but I can certainly keep myself a few crucial secrets.

 

When I hear that they’re letting me rest a few days before marching to Demon Lands, I quickly come up with a plan to get away from this country. However, I must, first, learn the most basic, general knowledge about this world in order to survive.

Thanks to the Dragon Magic I received from that prize ticket, I’m confident that I’m strong enough to defend myself from monsters, but I have no clue how high is my chance of survival against someone like an S rank Adventurer or a member of the Demon race.

I should start learning about this world as soon as possible and memorize all the influential figures. By paying attention to what kind of opponents I might be facing off against in the future, I hope to establish an easygoing life in this world using the Dragon Magic I possess.

With that being said, I am now heading to the city’s Grand Library again to read some history books. I thought it would be boring, but, right now, I’m really enjoying it – mainly because it feels like I’m reading a fantasy novel with the story’s setting similar to that of medieval Europe.

This world is a single continent which is split into three by two Great Rivers.

The Great River of the West separates the unexplored Western Lands from the Central Lands, and the Great River of the East separates the Eastern Demihuman Lands from the Central.

The human country that I’m in right now is located to the South of the Central Lands.

In fact, all Humans live in the colder South, while the Demon race rules over the North where the climate is warm almost all year round. Incidentally, the East is the territory of Demihumans like Elves, Dwarfs, and so forth.

There are myths which say that the Dragons live in the West, but, in reality, nobody knows if that’s true or not. The Western parts of the continent is covered with Primary Forests where extremely dangerous beasts run rampant. For that reason, only the Heroes among heroes dare to step their feet into the Western Forests.

Honestly, I’m really interested in these Western Primary Forests, since I possess something called Dragon Magic. If it’s true that the Dragons live there, I’d like to go meet them.

 

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I look out the window and notice that the Sun’s already sinking below the horizon.

– I got really into it, huh… – I mumble to myself, closing the thick book that I’ve been reading for the past few hours.

After returning the book to its respective shelf, I exit the Grand Library and walk back to the Royal Castle to have dinner. Since the King invited me to a party, I walk over to the Banquet Hall instead of going back to my room.

The Banquet Hall itself is right out of a fairy tale with golden, fancy chandelier and candle holders. There’s even a golden water fountain in the center.

(…They told me the country is in a crisis and then show me this…)

I’m simply speechless.

Did they really expect me to believe whatever comes out of their mouths?

It makes me question what kind of Heroes have been summoned to this world previously. If it’s always been those blockheads who blindly trust in justice, then maybe it makes sense.

Well, to be fair, they’ve been tempting me with wealth, fame and women, so I think that’s the reason why the previous Heroes did whatever they were told by these scums.

 

I’m just standing at one corner of the Banquet Hall, sipping my black tea, but the King approaches me and smiles pleasantly:

– Hero-dono, is the food to your liking?

– Oh, yeah, they’re good. – I answer with a business smile.

– That’s good to hear.

– …

I just maintain my fake smile without saying anything.

Perhaps, he thinks that I’m not that difficult to deal with, the fat King introduces the young woman standing next to him:

– Let me introduce you to my daughter, the idol of this country.

The King then nods at her.

With perfect etiquette, the young woman greets me:

– My name’s Ruah Inalia Kyle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hero-sama!

– You can call me Jay. It’s nice to meet you, too.

Trust me, it’s not.

– Ahahaha! – The King laughs, making his fat belly jiggle – It’d be great if you two can get along!

The fat King continues to set things up between me and this Princess as our conversation goes on, but I always stay just vague enough that he thinks he’s got me, but, in reality, I’m not promising anything.

It’s your fault for being dumb and jumping to conclusions, so don’t blame me later on…

As for that Princess, I’ll tell you this, she is beautiful……from a hundred meters away.

She’s got a really attractive figure with all the charming curves and everything. However……I dare you to take a close look at her face for more than thirty seconds without losing your sanity. That’s all I’ve got to say about the Princess of this country.

Anyway, I keep the business smile on my face until the party ends and return to my room to read a few books that I’ve borrowed from the Grand Library.

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As the bus stops at a certain station near my apartment, I get off and turn right at the first four-way ahead of me. It’s just another uneventful day of my life.

It was really fun back when I was still a high school student; I wonder what happened after I became a working adult…

I’m barely surviving with my income, so I know I’m not getting a girlfriend anytime soon. Well, I don’t really mind since I’m still young – wait, nevermind, I’m already a thirty year old uncle…

 

As I walk down the empty street, I pass by all the familiar shops, but I don’t have enough money to visit any of them. Well, maybe the candy shop, but still…

Just thinking about the amount of money left in my wallet is enough to make me depressed.

After taking a left turn, I notice the familiar vending machine in front of a toy shop I know. Back in highschool, my friends and I often came out here to spend some change on this toy machine. I think the more popular term nowadays is “gacha machine”.

We used to like the figurines which came out of that vending machine a lot; one of us even nagged his parents to buy him a shelf so he could make a collection out of them. Recalling those pleasant memories, I can’t help smiling:

– I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try…

When it comes to these types of things, I don’t usually hold back and be stingy. How much does a draw costs? At most, twenty five cents. It’s something created for kids, it shouldn’t be expensive in the first place.

With that in mind, I walk over and put a quarter in the machine. The indicator for “One Draw Available” starts blinking, just like old times.

Noticing me, the clerk of the toy shop calls out from behind the counter:

– It’s been awhile since I last saw you!

– Oh, you remember me? – Surprised, I ask.

– Yeah, you brats were the only group who came here for that old machine after all.

– I never knew we were the only one using it…

The clerk laughs out loud:

– Ahahaha! It’s fine. Thanks to that, I didn’t have to restock it too often.

Somewhat amused, I scratch my head and ask jokingly:

– Is that why it’s still usable even now?

– You bet. – He smiles dryly – And I still have no customers…

– I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m just as broke, so I can only wish you good luck.

– Ahahaha! – Again, he laughs loudly – What happened to the other brats?

– Well… They all moved to different cities with their wives…

My face when I said that couldn’t be any more bitter.

– WAHAHA! – The damned old man makes fun of my misery.

– Yeah, laugh all you want; I’m already used to it.

My parents, my relatives, and even my cousins were all laughing at me every time we had a family meeting during a Christmas party or something like that. It really pissed me off at first, but, after a few times, it got dull, and I stopped reacting to it.

Eventually, they also stopped laughing, since it wasn’t funny anymore when I just made a poker face, staring at them as if they’d just told the lamest joke ever.

– Anyway, good luck with the ‘gacha’!

– Uhh, thanks.

I’m surprised the old man knows the term ‘gacha’, but, thinking that it doesn’t matter whether he knows about it or not, I turn back to the vending machine and pull the crank. As the colorful lights continuously blink, the speaker makes a joyful sound:

– Pon!

A small piece of paper comes out. It’s the prize ticket.

These are all the things my friends and I used to see at least once every few days. This machine hasn’t changed at all, after all these years. I can’t help but smile; I feel like I’m being lost in nostalgia.

As soon as I read the contents of the prize ticket, the smile vanishes from my face.

 

[ Otherworld – Dragon Magic ] – that’s literally what’s written on it.

 

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

I mean, I do know what those terms mean, but I don’t think I understand this prize. Well, maybe I don’t need to, since this could be a prank or something. The old store clerk might’ve tricked me by filling that vending machine with fake prizes.

These terms are so common in fantasy novels these days that I’m not surprised seeing them anymore; every bookstore is filled with this genre. Well, it’s not like I dislike it that way, though.

Letting about a sigh, I turn around to complain with old man store clerk, but, as soon as our eyes meet, he smiles mischievously and snaps his finger.

 

Immediately, my surroundings become warped and blurry.

When my visions clears up, I find myself standing on top of an altar. There are complex, rune-like patterns drawn all around it, and, more importantly, I’m surrounded by a group of suspicious-looking people. They all have masks and cloaks covering their entire head; I don’t even know if they can see.

Suddenly, one of them reveals their face.

It’s a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard. He looks like a European, but, at the same time, doesn’t appear very earthly. If I have to find a reason, then it’s mostly because his natural hair color, including his beard, is deep blue.

The man gazes at me with gentle eyes, smiling:

– Welcome to our World, Mighty One. Let me introduce myself, I am Kernel Grandis, a Court Magician loyal to the Magical Kingdom of Runia. Once again, we welcome you, our Savior, to this world!

The things he just said are right out of a fantasy novel. It’s so generic that I’m not even reacting aside from a subtle “ahh, it’s one of those” kind of expression on my face.

Not surprised one bit, I ask the man:

– I’ll be blunt, did you guys summon me from a different world to fight the Demon Lord or something?

– Oh! As expected of an otherworldly Hero, you catch on very quickly! – The man who called himself Kernel Grandis spreads his arms and praises me in an exaggerated manner.

To his words, I let out a weird laugh.

My God… What the hell did I just get myself into…?

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Chapter 52

“What is this?”

“Your mask, my dear.” Julian gave me a subtle smile.

After fuming over my words with Devon for an hour or so, I started getting ready for this underground party that Julian had been building up for the last two weeks. Of course, I couldn’t get ready for it without explaining things properly to Min. I had feared Min would be angry or call me a cheater again, but she merely nodded and told me to do my best. I was hoping this meant that Min was starting to understand me better. This was the only way I knew how to get stronger.

As a result, my interactions with Min started to feel more like preparation for battle. If you encountered a nest of goblins, and then started preparing to fight them, your wife might help you put on your armor as you got ready. This just happened to be my battle. My war paint was makeup. My weapons were an outfit that made my body sexually appealing. I would attack and keep attacking until I had reached my goal. That goal, of course, was freedom from Denova.

That was when a knock came at my door. I feared it might be Devon coming back to argue more, but it ended up being Julian holding a parcel. I opened that package right in front of Julian and pulled out a mask. The mask had a strap that would wrap around the back of my head, only covering the front. It was similar to my dresses, plain with streaks of white, green, and brown. When worn, it would leave my mouth and chin exposed, only covering the upper part of my face from my cheeks to my forehead. It ended with two pointy cat ears although the mask itself was form fitting and didn’t have any animal characteristics other than the ears jutting out the top.

“This… won’t really cover much at all?” I frowned.

I had expected something more obscuring. If the idea was that no one could tell the appearance of anyone else, I imagined that the mask would cover the whole head and the hair. Something like those leather S&M masks, maybe. However, this looked like a gaudy costume mask you might wear at Mardi gras, merely covering the eyes.  Ultimately, my hair, my ears, and my mouth… basically, everything was obviously revealed. As if my body and voice weren’t enough, there was no way I could hide my identity with this. This wasn’t some silly Cinderella story where slight physical differences was enough to hide.

“What would be the fun if you didn’t know?” Julian laughed and then continued when he saw I was still confused. “I’ve said it before, but everyone knows who everyone else is. The mask blocks analyze, but it doesn’t really hide you. I mean, if we were wearing body suits covering up our faces, what would be the fun of exploring each other’s bodies?”

“So, what does that-“

Julian waved his hand, stopping my question. “See it this way, my dear. Your goal at this party is to have fun and fulfill your darkest desire. Meanwhile, everyone else will hold the same goal. We will all try to find the partners we had always wanted but never dared to have in polite society, and then we’ll do every dark fantasy to them. They’ll know who you are, you’ll know who they are, but the mask is what is important.”

I started nodding, the information starting to click in my mind. Like with the King, it was all about the illusion. It could be said that nobles were the best at self-denial. Devon was absolute proof of that. I was still angry when I thought about how much of a hypocrite he was being.

“And speech?” I let out the question before I could help myself.

“You can talk all you want. People will recognize your voice, but when you wear the mask, it doesn’t matter, because you are not you. Some people like to be silent, won’t say a single word until they’re moaning and give it all away, anyway. Did you know that every man has his own unique little moan? Why, Gregory has the tendency to whimper, like a cute puppy dog, but when I stick it in his-“

I nodded but didn’t really pay attention to the rest of what he was saying. Instead, I was kicking myself for having wasted the last week trying to disguise my voice. Half of me already knew that the party was half an illusion made up by pretense, but I still had the desire to hide. Of everyone there, I had the most to lose if I was exposed.

A snap in front of my face brought my attention back to Julian, who wore an annoyed look. “But pay attention to this, my dear girl, you absolutely must hide the mask. No one may see you put it on, no one may see you take it off. Your mask is your admittance to the society. Lose it, and you will never get another ticket. Show your face underneath, and you will never live it down.

“I’ve known girls before who would fall in love with one of the men they enjoyed and would reveal their masks, wanting to deepen their relationship by making love with their true selves. I’m not saying it never worked, but more often the girl is shunned publically, and she either gets married off to some distant kingdom or forever becomes an outcast locked away in her family’s estates as an embarrassment. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gave a nod with an apologetic look. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

Julian broke into a smile, then snapped his fingers again. “That’s right, I don’t think you’ll need them, but here is one.”

He handed me a coin. They were not the coins from the kingdom, it was a bit larger, and it had a strange intricate pattern of a beautiful naked woman. In one hand, she held a handful of wheat. On the other hand, she held what looked to be a man’s genitals.

As I admired the image, Julian spoke up again. “Ah, that is the image of our Goddess, Qetesh, queen of sexual enlightenment and fertility. She oversees the Harvest festival and all of our other activities. That token is an insurance. It’s mostly for the older, fatter men. If someone hands you that coin, you must perform for them sexually. Some men would have no fun if it was left to the women to only choose the sexiest of men. And then those men would stop going, taking their attractive wives with them. It’s really in everyone’s best interest. You can earn one token a month. Some men save them up for the harvest and then have every woman they can, others use them as soon as they get them.

“You can use the token I gave you to make a man yours… although I doubt you’ll have that problem. There are two other ways the coins can be used. First off, each person can only use one coin per partner. No monopolizing here. You can use it to block any consummation. A husband that doesn’t want his wife to sleep with a certain man can use his coin to block their coupling. This came into being after a few uncomfortable assassination attempts, far before I joined the society, I can assure you.

“Furthermore, if you are forced into a sexual act you despise with a coin, you can use another coin to deflect it. However, since you don’t have many coins, you won’t have much of a choice for the first few.”

So, basically, anyone who wanted to have sex with me could toss a coin at me, but I only had one coin to either deflect or pick someone myself. Thus, women seemed to collect coins in order to be choosy about who they sleep with, and men collected coins in order to pick the girls they want.

“Of course,” Julian continued. “People know how to work the system. The ugly men target the vulnerable girls near the end when they are likely out of coins. Naturally, no one has to use coins at all, we encourage people to enjoy themselves, but the coin game adds some amusement. Oh! That reminds me, perhaps the best part. During the meeting, you can also trade coins in to buy various rare magical items. Aphrodisiacs, potions, enchanted jewelry… At the end, the one who earned the most coins will become the guest of honor for the Harvest festival, and that will have certain benefits to be revealed. Not saying you have to compete, but you will be rewarded for not being too stingy, yes?”

My eyes turned bright. The idea of a sexual orgy having coin collection triggered the gamer girl in me hard. With mental fortitude, I wouldn’t be bothered no matter how ugly the guy was. I did fuck the devil looking orc, a cowman, and a pig-like creature only a short time ago. Experience and coins made this feel even more like a video game. In a game, killing a monster caused coins to drop from him. If coins erupted every time I had sex, I’d never have money problems again. I ignored how close this idea came to prostitution, it wasn’t the same!

The reality was a coin exchange system. I could earn coins by sleeping with men, and then use those coins to buy items. Julian had further added that while those were the rules, most people did not use the coins to force others into sex. The girls who only slept with men after getting a coin were typically called “Slot Girls”, and they were often shunned by everyone except the desperate ugly men. Instead, coins were more often gifted to women. Men would give the coin to the woman whom they considered his best that night. This further added to the women’s competitive nature, as receiving a coin from him was equivalent to a seal of approval. As a result, the winner wasn’t the woman who had put out for most of the ugly men, but who gained the sexual approval of the most men period.

After Julian had left, leaving my head swimming with this information that rivaled any lecture Denova had ever given me on etiquette, I finally pulled myself together and started the preparations. I had made a few hundred potions by now, and Reinhart told me that since I made them, I owned them. I told him he could sell most of it, which left me about ten percent of the remaining vials. I pocketed a vial of male enhancement lubricant, three vials of sexual recovery, and a vial of minor heal just in case.

I also covered my skin with the vial of skin restoration. It immediately started to work, soothing and softening my skin. By the time I was done, most of my body felt as silky and smooth as the orc semen, thankfully with none of the stringiness.  Min gave a weird look like she was uncomfortable but not trying to let it show. With Reinhart, he thought with an analytical mind. The idea of using semen as a product in potions didn’t disturb him much at all.

“Crushed bugs, tree sap, animal feces… These are all ingredients for some of the highest end potions. There is no use getting squeamish about it. We alchemists make the products, and the nobles and adventurers consume them. They don’t want to know what went into it. They just care about its effect. I wouldn’t worry about you selling people stuff made with semen, we’ve been selling them worse for years.”

That was Reinhart’s opinion on the subject. Regrettably, Min wasn’t quite as enlightened. She accepted that I gathered the ingredients and made the potions, but she was very squeamish about using them. It took nearly two days to convince her to use the male enhancement lubricant. Natural, her dildo couldn’t be “enhanced”, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like to lube things up every once in a while. My own body was often enough, but the feel of my natural lubricant and the feel of the oily slippery pigmen lube led to two completely different sexual experiences, and thankfully Min agreed after the first time she tried it and came hard enough that her juices ended up squirting out of my snatch through the dildo’s tip.

I had cleaned my body from head to toe, softened it with lotion, decorated with makeup, did up my hair as fancy as the days with Jenai, and put on a new dress. It seemed like it didn’t matter what dress I wore. That didn’t factor into this illusion of Julian’s. However, I still had a brand new dress made. I was going to have another seamstress do it, but Min wouldn’t hear of it and so I ended up with a gaudier and flashier version of the dresses she usually made. It was still noticeably her designs, but it was different enough that no one would connect it with the plain dresses I usually wore.

Although Min knew this was for an event where I would be “cheating”, she seemed to have come to terms with it, understanding my own needs. In that respect, she used everything she had learned from our own sexual experiences to modify the dress. Simply put, she had made an outfit designed for sex.

The dress had a button on the front and the back that could tie up my dress, bearing my naughty bits without the dress falling in the way. My usual panties and thigh high socks had been replaced with a garter belt. This world did not seem to have garter belts, but when I described one, Min seemed determined. She even managed to replicate the thin filmy nylon, giving my legs an appealing darker tone, which was held up by a strap around my back.

The garter built wrapped around my stomach, and in the back, it had a handle which would allow someone who was grabbing on to me from behind to pull up. The underwear was held on with a button, and could easily be torn away, but also had a flap and a line of buttons that could quickly convert it to crotchless. The dress itself included two strategically placed belts. One ran across my hips and dropped to either side, the other was sewn into the fabric, wrapping around my breasts like a bra. It served to hold up my breasts, accentuate them, and it had another function.

If someone were to grab the straps of my lower belt, they would gain control of my hips, pulling them to drive their dick deeper into me during a Doggie or a Ben Dover. If they grabbed at the back, the belts would softly squeeze my tits as they gained control of my upper body. By grabbing both straps, my body could be used to a man’s sexual delight.

Yet, despite the dress being in the form of a dominatrix dress, it all blended into the design, with nothing eccentric visible to the casual observer. Both the lower dress and the sleeves were pull-away, which would leave me wearing nothing but the tight upper bodice, the leather straps around my tits and hips, and the garter belt. The bodice had various pockets, a soft place that protected my vials, and another pocket lined with six handkerchiefs, should I need to do a quick cleaning. There was even a way to split the bodice down the middle, exposing my chest from the breasts to just below the belly button. The bodice would still push together from the sides and squeeze on my tits, pushing them together for some nice cleavage and prepping them perfectly to be played with or have a cock stuck into them. As I looked in the mirror with the dress in its dressed-down state, which is just the garter belt, and a bodice that squeezed on my bare tits, I had to say that my body never looked hotter. If ever there was a uniform designed for the seductress class, this outfit designed by Min would be it.

She created this, despite knowing what I would be doing in it. I once again felt a swelling of love for this woman who had entered my life and cared for me so much. I would seriously need to make this up to her later. When I was finally done dressing back up into the full outfit from what I started calling seductress mode, I looked like a princess. However, past plain sight, I was a girl primed for sex, every inch of her exuding the need and methods for sexual contact.

“So… how do I look?” I asked, spinning in the dress, trying to alleviate my nervousness.

“Mm… mask.” Min held it up.

I looked down at the mask which surprisingly matched the dress perfectly. Admittedly, Min always chose green, white, and black, so it wasn’t terribly surprising that Julian chose the colors that matched the outfits I usually wore. But of course, I was procrastinating from nervousness. I reached out, grabbed the mask, and put it over my head. There was no feeling as the magic took effect, but I trusted that it did its job as Julian promised. Sliding the Qetesh coin into one of the hidden pockets Min had prepared, I took a deep breath and headed out. With luck, in just a few hours, I’d be several levels higher and that much closer to thwarting Denova. I wasn’t going to have sex, I was going to war.

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