If only I could conceive the seed of a man without any evil, perhaps the flames of hell in this womb would cease. So, saint, I beg you, give me your seed. With your holy seed, extinguish the flames of my infernal lust.
The count whispered as he opened my clothes and ran his fingers over my stomach.
He had a toned abdomen, almost without any fat. As he ran his index finger along the grooves of his abs, the Count's red tongue peeked out. It reminded me of a snake about to swallow its prey.
Those abs belong to someone who works physically. You don't get them by sitting in a chair embroidering all day. What kind of work did you do before you became a saint?
Well, I'm just a sewer sweeper and a rabbit hunter.
Well, being an adventurer would probably be considered a humble job by the nobles, so they wouldn't say it out loud.
Then the count narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.
"I don't care what kind of work you do. I prefer a hard-working laborer to a fat aristocrat or merchant who only cares about money."
If that's how you feel, please leave me alone. I'm working to help others. Miss Deabolica said that if I lost my chastity, I might lose the power God gave me.
"Oh, that nonsense."
The count snorted.
You don't believe that losing your chastity makes your power disappear, do you? After all, it is said that the Virgin Mary conceived the Prophet while she was a virgin, but she must have had a husband. If sexual relations cause one to lose their holiness, then the Prophet would have become an ordinary person.
Oh, the Count has a deeper knowledge of theology than you, Diabolica.
What should I do?
If you still wanted me to believe you, you should have told your servants to behave better. If they had a lovers' quarrel over the saint on the grounds of the mansion, wouldn't that be like lying?
"...You are a wise woman, Earl."
It is an honor to be praised by the saint. I understand perfectly the desire to possess you, even if it means fighting for you. You are a true sinner. Just looking at you intensifies my lust.
The count pushed me onto the sofa and straddled me.
I tried to struggle, but I couldn't push her away. Despite her feminine appearance, she held me down tightly as if I were in an iron device. Her strength seemed to have increased greatly thanks to her abundant magical powers.
If it is true that the nobler the blood, the more powerful the magical powers, then the head of a family of counts must be a fairly powerful person in this country. A low-quality teleporter with level 1 magical power would be no match for him. Even so, he still had a secret weapon to defeat her...
The Count opened her dress just below her chest, and the faint moonlight filtering through the window caressed her bare skin. Her breasts, which had nourished twenty children, retained an imposing fullness, and her belly, which had sheltered them, still showed beautiful curves despite the hard work it had endured.
Her slightly rounded body radiated the maturity of a woman in the prime of her life. There was something about her that invited an embrace, a serene and powerful attraction.
I, on the other hand, was just leaving my youth behind. For someone my age, a woman ten years older was not particularly attractive. And yet... I understood that over time that maturity could become the most exciting thing.
On the internet, people call a woman in her thirties an "old hag." But when I saw her in front of me, I realized that such a judgment was meaningless: her charm was intact, and there was no need to exaggerate to recognize it.
What do you think of my body? It may not be as firm as the girls who fought over you, but I can still satisfy you. All the men who have slept with me have gone crazy and sucked my breasts.
The Count seems to be fully aware that he exudes adult sex appeal.
While tickling my cheek with his right hand, he caresses my nipples with his left hand, tracing circles around them with practiced strokes.
"You are like a flower blooming on top of a mountain, too beautiful for a mere man. Tell me... would you be willing to be a father?
Ah, if you are worried about what comes next, there is no need to fret. I will take care of everything. I will pay an allowance that will satisfy Miss Deabolica, and if you wish, you can even be part of my harem.
I'm not like that girl; I don't intend to use you as if you were a mere first-aid kit. I want you to live peacefully in this mansion, without worries, and I will take care of you for the rest of your life.
So, please... don't think about anything else. Just extinguish my flames with your seed.
Ah, I figured as much.
"It's strange after all. There's something strange about everything you say, Count."
"...What do you mean by strange?"
The count looked at me with a frown, so I continued talking.
"What you're saying is absurd. I assure you, if you insist on that, I won't even get hard. You already have twenty children from different fathers... do you want to add one of mine to that list?
Tell me, how legitimate would such a child be? For an heir to a noble family, it is logical to be born from a marriage to a husband of respectable lineage. No matter how talented an illegitimate child might be, born to a self-proclaimed "saint" and a mere commoner, all it would achieve is to bring disputes over the inheritance and sow chaos in the family in the future.
"......"
The Count stopped caressing me and continued to look at me with eyes that showed no emotion.
I interpreted this as meaning that he wanted to continue.
"It's true that the women of this world are full of perverts, but you are too intelligent to let yourself be carried away by your desires and create such a mess in your life. Think about it: giving birth to twenty children is no small feat. Even bringing one child into the world is a deadly risk for the mother.
If all you wanted was sex, anyone in your position would have considered using contraception. But if you died of childbed fever before your legitimate child—the one born to your own husband—reached adulthood, that would be a real problem.
That's why I believe that if you kept having children over and over again, it wasn't on a whim. It was because you were forced to do so. And, honestly, thinking about it that way makes much more sense to me.
This is one of the discomforts I felt.
There are still some things I can't understand.
—The strange thing is that you keep looking for new men, one after another. I could understand it if you were unfaithful, if you got tired of your husband or your concubine quickly and went looking for a new love. But just today I treated your husband and your concubine for syphilis. That can only mean one thing: you're still sleeping with them. Your affection for them hasn't cooled at all.
Furthermore, you would keep your word to take care of me for the rest of my life, and you are also taking good care of your concubines. That's not what someone who is unfaithful would do.
This is the second thing that strikes me as odd.
And when the first and second inconsistencies are combined, something emerges.
If there were an heir, a wise count would take steps to grant him a firm right of succession. In other words, he would not take a concubine or have an illegitimate child. If he wanted a substitute in case his heir died before reaching adulthood, he would still have a second and third child with his husband, and he would have sisters. Even if she were born with a sexual inclination, I believe she is the type of person who can control herself and do so.
However, in reality, the count continues to take concubines one after another and gives birth to children almost every year.
At first glance, this may seem absurd, but it is not. By changing species, offspring that grow properly could be produced.
At the same time, she continues to have sex with her husband, as she cannot rule out the possibility that, in the unlikely event that they have a healthy legitimate child.
"So, the reason you are taking a new concubine is to find offspring who can give birth to healthy children..."
"That's enough."
The Count, who was straddling me, sat down indifferently. He suddenly seemed to have aged about five years.
The Count silently adjusted his dress, reached out, took the glass and the bottle from the table, and rudely poured brandy into the glass.
I've lost interest. I want to hear a man's voice moaning with pleasure, but I don't want to listen to an intelligent man's arguments.
Then, as he poured the amber liquid down his throat in one gulp, his expression changed slightly. He seemed to be laughing, or perhaps crying.
And I certainly wouldn't fuck a man while receiving his pity. Don't make me such a pitiful woman, Santo.
"......"
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. I felt that apologizing wasn't the right thing to do.
At that moment, there was a loud bang as the door to the reception room was kicked open. The lamps carried by the intruders illuminated the Count, who was straddling me on the sofa.
With lamps in their hands, Irene and Ursuna stared at the Count with demonic expressions. In the hallway, their six fellow adventurers stood guard on both sides.
And standing in front of the adventurers, with a fearless smile on her face, was Miss Deabolica, the head of our adventurers' guild.
"How disturbing, Count! I told you that the saint I support must remain chaste for his entire life! How dare you break that promise and commit adultery...?"
Hey, what's with that confused look on your face?
It's as if she came in with the intention of taking something into account, but it didn't work out and her plan was thwarted. Could it be because my empathy has died?
After hesitating for a moment, Deabolica managed to keep her expression calm and continued with her denunciation.
It is absolutely unacceptable that you tried to commit adultery! I can't believe you traumatized the saint. How do you plan to make amends?
The Count's expression resembled that of someone who had been barked at by a puppy while out for a walk, and he sighed boredly and raised his hands.
I'm truly sorry. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't control my desires. I will accept your full compensation. If you wish, I will even give you the family heirloom you requested in our previous negotiations instead of the money.
Really? Then there's no problem! As expected of Count Longfield, how generous of you...!
Suddenly, Deabolica's face becomes so happy that for a moment I saw the smile of a champion. What a cheerful woman!
Judging from the timing of his insinuations, the count definitely intended to rape me. This is like crying out the name of a saint.
But didn't Deabolica plan this from the beginning?
No? Maybe she really intended to use it as a trap from the beginning and prepared the sexy costumes for him? On the contrary, she warned him not to touch Irene and Ursuna to prevent the count from losing interest in him and thus executing the plan, so it is possible that she did not even think about the future of the guild members.
I have serious doubts about their characters. Do you notice that Ursuna is looking at you with that cold stare?
Besides, wasn't this such a rude act that it was inevitable that they would carry it out? Especially coming from a ruthless count who had mercilessly murdered a doctor under his command. I trembled with fear, waiting for the count's reaction, wondering if Deabolica's life was over...
"Move aside, I'm going to bed now."
The Count walked past us with an indifferent look on his face, ignoring Deabolica's flattery.
Then, when he passed by the adventurers, he looked at them and snorted softly. I could feel the simple glance he gave me.
I wonder what kind of woman the man who left me chose... I can't believe she has a sin deeper than mine.
=======
====
==
The Count left the reception hall with a bored expression on his face until the end.
I don't know how much the things Deabolica asked for were worth, but perhaps they weren't worth the Count's regret. Or maybe he didn't care anymore because he couldn't get me. I don't think it's worth that much.
So they sent us back to our room.
To be honest, I can't help but feel in danger because Deabolica disrespected the Count. I feel like leaving the mansion immediately, but Deabolica is calm and serene. He seems to believe that I owe him a favor for curing his illness and that they won't just wipe him out like that. I wonder if he's more important than I thought, or if he's just an insensitive idiot. At least today, my opinion of him has hit rock bottom. To be honest, I feel totally disappointed.
The problem is that Irene and Ursuna insisted that I couldn't stay alone. They were afraid that the Count would enter through a secret passage in the middle of the night and rape me.
To be honest, I have a feeling that the Count will no longer have his sights set on me. When I see the fleeting smile he gave me that time, a mixture of loneliness and sadness, I feel that. But I can't trust that feeling, since my empathy has died.
"Come on, Eugene, you underestimate women's sexual desires."
That's right! The women of this world are more dangerous than you think, Euge! All women are wolves!
Ursuna and Irene insisted, scolding me for being defenseless.
Oh, what's wrong, Leader? You have a look on your face that says, "This guy is a sexual monster more dangerous than you think."
"I'm still a virgin. After all, I just lost my first kiss. Virgins are the safest creatures in the world for women. After all, a virgin has never assaulted a woman."
I said it proudly, as if I were wearing an invisible medal on my chest.
"Well, that doesn't mean it's a problem to sleep in a girl's room, does it?"
"Of course it does," Deabolica crossed her arms sternly. "As the leader of the guild, I can't overlook something that could be considered a violation of good morals."
But the way he said it sounded strange. As if, in reality, he meant something else.
...As if he were implying, "Using honey traps doesn't count as violating morality, right, Guild Leader?"
I immediately felt the weight of all the adventurers' eyes on me, watching me with strange expressions.
Is it really okay for me to sit in the guild leader's chair...?
"All right, then I'll hug Irene and she'll sleep in my room."
"!?!?!?"
"Wait, wait, wait! Why did that happen?"
While Irene instantly turned bright red and was speechless, Ursuna attacked her.
Irene is still a child, so there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, her skills seem to be on par with Ursuna's, so wouldn't she be perfect as a bodyguard?
As I said that, I hugged Irene from behind and patted her on the head.
Irene froze completely and let herself be captivated.
"Ahhh...///"
Ah, she's so cute. She's so embarrassed she can't move.
It's a completely different experience from pampering a lolita. What is this feeling? It fills my heart and makes me want to spoil her. It's a new feeling.
Let me explain!
This is a photo of a shota boy being hugged from behind by his crush declaring, "Tonight I'll sleep with you, A-kun♪," and paralyzed with anticipation and embarrassment as he feels the touch of her voluptuous breasts on the back of his neck! Of course, his penis in his heart contracts with a sweet erection! ≫
======
===
"Well, even if she's a little girl, she's still a woman! She's a coward, no doubt about it!"
-Oh, I'm not a coward!
"Look, he himself claims he's not a coward! Rejected!"
"!? You're a coward... no, you're a coward... no, but... ugh."
I bowed my head as I smelled the spiral on Irene's head, which was making a kind of soft noise.
"So what should I do?"
"...I'll stay up all night in case something bad happens! I'll hide in the attic and keep watch! Hey, Irene, don't play innocent!"
"I-I'm not playing innocent!"
—In that case, Ursuna won't be able to rest. You should watch her more closely.
"Closer?"
Next to me. The three of us can sleep together. The bed in this room is very large.
"......"
Ursuna suddenly became uneasy and looked at Deabolica.
The leader-san spoke instead of Ursuna.
"Is that okay, Guild Master?"
"...Well, do as you wish. My goal has already been accomplished."
I guess she was really planning to use me to excite the count.
=======
====
==
So we ended up lying in a row on the same bed.
I'm in the middle, Ursuna is on my right, and Irene is on my left.
As expected, I had already taken off my robe, which was so uncomfortable to sleep in, but the nightwear prepared for the count's harem was... a negligee? It was made of extremely thin, transparent fabric.
Apparently, even the men of the aristocracy in this world wear negligees to sleep. But it doesn't make sense to make them transparent, the fabric is thin, so it's a little cold. But now I have girls on both sides, so it's warm, hehe!
The girls were also wearing negligees. However, the fabric was thicker, not transparent like mine, and seemed warmer. Isn't that strange? Why are men's negligees made of thin fabric?
They both saw me in my negligee and swallowed hard. What's wrong?
By the way, the three of them wiped themselves down with wet towels before changing. Especially the two of them, who were covered in mud from the previous fight; they couldn't afford to dirty anyone's bed.
To be honest, I was dying for a good bath, but apparently even the nobles here don't have that custom. Clean water and fuel are too valuable, and they also believe that washing with hot water opens the pores and allows miasmas—the supposed source of disease—to enter the body. Absurd. All they achieve is worsening their health if they never bathe!
If I ever save enough money to have my own house, the first thing I want is a bathroom. Yes, a bathtub where I can soak every day, without worrying about silly superstitions or the cost of water.
『......』
Both Ursuna and Irene remained silent the entire time. It was especially unusual for Ursuna not to say a word. However, I could feel their eyes fixed on me. They were both staring at me.
Hmm, no matter how I talk to her or how I turn my face, I feel like I can't help it. It's strange, it's not what I expected. I have a hard time sleeping...
But it's nice to feel their warmth on both sides. I can also smell their soft body scent. I wonder why girls smell so good. Their bodies are also soft, they feel so soft and fluffy that I wonder if they even have bones. Just touching their bodies makes me happy. Men's bodies are rough no matter where you touch them. There's such a big difference that it's hard to believe they're the same creature. On the other hand, I wonder if it's uncomfortable to sleep next to someone as hard as me.
...I mean, aside from the fact that Irene must be extremely nervous, why is Ursuna so quiet?
She confessed to me so boldly a moment ago that I thought she might at least try to tempt me by showing me her chest and saying, "Look, bitch, come give me a blowjob on these tits."
Let me explain!
Ursuna showing her breasts at the bar was just sexual harassment! It was just a drunk bully making fun of a girl by showing her his penis, and girls in this world don't believe they can attract men by showing their breasts! It's just like men in our world thinking that their breasts are worthless!
By the way, Earl Rose was showing his breasts earlier, but that was just a show-off move by a lustful nobleman showing off his big, experienced penis to an innocent girl.
As I was thinking about that, I moved a little, and when I did, my nightgown got caught on the bed and ended up tearing. Oh, no! My chest was completely exposed.
『!?』
I felt people sitting on both sides of me. Their eyes glowed in the dark and were fixed on my chest. I'm sorry for showing you something so ugly. I'll fix it right away and go to sleep.
Let me explain!
This is the scene where the defenseless saint, who thought she had nothing to do with him, invites him into the same bed, turns over while sleeping, exposing her huge breasts! Caught between her delicious, exquisite body and her innocent trust, he is on the verge of brain destruction while keeping his penis fully erect. The tingling of the heart
=======
====
==
"Gummp~"
After stimulating the girls' desires without fully realizing it, Yuuji was able to fall asleep quickly and comfortably thanks to the steel mentality he had gained from his [Mental Endurance].
Feeling excited and restless, Irene clung to Yuushi's arms, her face flushed and her forehead covered in sweat.
"Hey, hey, Ursuna."
"...What is it?"
"...Can you sleep?"
"I can't sleep, this is so lifeless..."
"I guess so..."
I swallow.
I wonder why boys have such frail bodies. They have charisma and are reliable. When I touch them, my heart races and my stomach starts to warm up...
"...Don't get carried away, I'll hit you."
"N-no. You're the one who shouldn't get ahead of me just because I'm asleep."
"No. I'm confident, unlike you, Nene."
..........
Is it safe to masturbate?
"...It's a sign of mercy, I'll let you do it."
"Then... how about I borrow Eugene's fingers?"
"...I'll do it too."