About a week after the disappearance of a certain group of adventurers, a party listed in the Adventurers Guild under the name “Jake’s Party.”
“Countess.”
Whoosh.
A woman was swinging a sword in the training yard.
“Countess.”
The young butler had come carrying a report in his arms, but she was dressed lightly as she swung a sharp iron sword.
A blonde, green-eyed beauty.
She was tall enough to rival most men, but what stood out most was her ample bosom, made all the more prominent by her light clothing.
Above all, her appearance was impossible to imagine as belonging to a woman in her late thirties.
At most, one would have guessed her to be in her late twenties—or perhaps even her mid-twenties. That youthful appearance was always the first thing mentioned when speaking of Countess Albathea.
A woman who had become a countess despite being a woman.
At present, she was diligently honing her swordsmanship.
As though wiping away the rust from a sword she had laid down for a long time and reforging it into a sharp iron blade.
“......Jackson.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Countess Albathea slowly opened her mouth.
“The Demon King’s army has four legions, each with its own distinct nature.”
“Yes.”
“The Beast Legion consists of beasts that devour humans, while the Undead Legion burns away human flesh and turns the bones left behind into skeletons. The Demon Legion enslaves humans.”
Click.
“And the Vampire Legion....”
“They use humans as blood bags.”
“That’s right. Blood bags. Those vicious creatures that cannot survive without human blood are holding our Eris captive right now.”
Countess Albathea sheathed her sword and extended a hand toward her butler, Jackson.
“Is this what Baron Gilbert compiled?”
“Yes. The advance party was annihilated, but fortunately, one person barely survived.”
“Survived. From the Vampire Legion?”
“Yes. He said an old vampire appeared.”
“......!”
For an instant, sparks flew from Countess Albathea’s eyes.
“An old vampire....”
“Yes. He toyed with the investigation party with one hand, killing and subduing them, then said he would spare only one member and send him back alive.”
“.......”
“He left behind taunting words as though speaking to himself. Those were the last words recorded by the survivor who returned alive.... He had already suffered a wound to the abdomen, but he left behind this information before departing.”
“So this is what he said.”
Countess Albathea accepted the paper from Butler Jackson and examined its contents.
“‘The men will have their limbs cut off and be used as blood bags, while the women will be impregnated and used to mass-produce demons’...?”
“He was likely only trying to insult us. How could demons possibly—”
Butler Jackson avoided referring to anyone as directly as possible, yet among the women targeted by those insulting words was Countess Albathea’s only blood relative.
“No, we don’t know that.”
Yet Countess Albathea firmly denied it in a cold voice and shook her head.
“Rumors have been circulating that the demons have recently been exchanging with the elves.”
“With the elves...?”
“And if they intend to create the ‘worst-case scenario’....”
“Su-surely not.”
Butler Jackson’s face went pale in an instant.
“Are you saying they might use the elves to impregnate the women...?”
“It isn’t impossible. If they threaten to kill them unless they mate, and there are people who submit to that threat.”
The corners of Countess Albathea’s eyes trembled.
She instinctively fiddled with her neck and bit her lower lip.
“To think there might be children born in captivity through the demons’ coercion....”
“.......”
“E-Eris wouldn’t end up like that, would she? A child conceived because of the demons’ threats, a child unable to be born beneath the Goddess’s blessing.... Ah, Goddess....”
“.......”
Butler Jackson closed his eyes and began praying to the Goddess.
Thus, he failed to notice Countess Albathea’s faintly trembling eyebrows.
“Eris is different from those other wenches.”
Countess Albathea stated it categorically.
“Rather than beg the enemy for her life, she would choose death.”
“My lady....”
“My daughter, reduced to bearing a demon’s child? Ha. What a ridiculous notion.”
Anger began to seep into Countess Albathea’s voice.
“Do you think my daughter would submit to a demon’s cock!”
* * *
“This is a cock.”
“.......”
“You’ve already seen it, but this is probably your first time examining it while sitting on a bed.”
Standing with both feet on the bed, I thrust my cock in front of Eris.
Eris was kneeling demurely on the bed. She swallowed hard and grasped my cock with her hands, still bound in manacles.
The clinking sound was somewhat unpleasant, but even that sound blended well with the atmosphere around us.
“This is the cock that went inside you.”
“C-Cock....”
“That’s right. The very same cock that ejaculated inside you three times.”
Eris swallowed.
I didn’t know whether she had ever seen a man’s cock before, but her eyes were clearly filled with curiosity toward the stiff, thick object attached to a man’s body.
“T-This went inside me?”
“That’s right. Did you only properly feel it the first time?”
“U-Ugh....”
“You passed out after the first time I came inside you.”
I deliberately emphasized the three times I had fucked her.
“After the second time, you really don’t remember anything?”
“D-Did I really pass out because of this?”
“That’s right.”
“.......”
Eris’s face reddened.
No matter how she had been taken through sex—through rape—the fact that a female knight had passed out must have been humiliating.
“Touch it.”
“.......”
Eris slowly wrapped both hands around my cock.
She grasped it at my command, but the restraints of magic prevented her from crushing it or doing anything of the sort.
“Move your hands back and forth, slowly.”
“.......”
I made the female knight give me a handjob.
“You know what will happen if you try anything funny, don’t you?”
Of course, I wasn’t simply ordering her to do it.
Threatening her in case she scratched or bit me was only basic precaution.
“If you try anything funny....”
A threat against her life?
I had already used that.
But my principle was to use a stratagem until it worked.
And my strategy was to employ more refined stratagems based on the basic foundation.
“Our deal will be off. Understand?”
The life I was threatening was not Eris’s.
It was her homeland, her family, her people, and the entirety of the “County of Albathea.”
“I-I understand.”
Eris abruptly straightened her posture and grasped my cock again.
“Shake it. Like closing the lid on a cup of juice and shaking it up and down.”
“L-Like this...?”
Then she began moving her hands as I instructed.
Her hand movements were awkward beyond measure.
Rather than seeming to be trying to stimulate a man, she simply repeated the motion back and forth, constantly watching my eyes to see whether she was doing it right.
‘Mmm. That’s it.’
Was it stimulating?
No.
Rubbing my cock against the floor would have been more stimulating.
But those awkward hand movements, that handjob from a woman who had never caressed a man’s cock before, were the real thing.
How could I not get hard when a blonde, blue-eyed female knight—who would normally be able to crush my neck in her grip instead of my cock—was carefully holding my dick instead of a sword?
“......Huh?!”
While I was unconsciously focused on my cock and fiddling with it, Eris suddenly startled and backed away.
“Y-You intend to shove it into my mouth just like this!”
“Oh? You know about that?”
“Of course I do! I learned about it in military training for female knights! You intend to grab my head and shove your cock into it just like this, don’t you!”
She was writing a pornographic rape fantasy all by herself.
But if that was what she expected, betraying those expectations would be effective in turning a woman like Eris into a willing female.
“Hm. Why do you think that?”
“Th-That’s because...!”
“Do you think I’m going to grab your hair in one hand and shove this cock down your throat? Hm?”
“......!!”
I deliberately grabbed Eris’s head with one hand and brought my cock toward her from the side.
As I slid my cock beside her chin, Eris’s gaze was drawn toward it on its own, and she swallowed hard.
As though she feared how far that cock would thrust into her throat.
“Fine. I’ll show you how deeply it can go.”
“You...!”
The moment I lightly threatened Eris, she glared at me—but—
“Into your pussy, that is.”
“W-What...?”
“I’m going to thrust my cock into your pussy. Where else would I put it?”
When I casually dropped down onto the bed, Eris began to panic, her eyes darting from side to side.
“Why? Do you want me to put it in your mouth?”
“Th-That....”
Most women did not enjoy taking a cock into their mouths.
Even whores only sucked cock enthusiastically because it made men erect easily and because men paid more when they received a blowjob.
If there was a woman who genuinely enjoyed giving blowjobs, she was one of two types.
A woman who derived pleasure from seeing the man enjoy himself while she serviced him with her mouth.
Or a pervert with a cum fetish who enjoyed drinking semen, whether it was splashed across her face or held in her mouth.
‘Eris is neither.’
A pervert like that might appear someday.
But Eris’s defenses could not be broken through such a sadistic approach.
“Come here.”
I sat cross-legged and patted my thigh.
Since I had leaned my upper body slightly back, my cock was standing straight up toward the ceiling.
“W-What are you telling me to do?”
“Straddle me.”
“What...?”
“Tsk.”
At times like this, one had to be forceful.
“Eek...?!”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her straight toward me. Eris was dragged over like a stuffed doll and immediately ended up sitting on top of me.
“W-Wait. Right now...!”
“What? You only touched my cock, and you’re already wet?”
“Ugh...!!”
My cock had not entered her yet, but the dampness at its tip clearly showed that Eris was already slightly wet inside.
‘So she masturbated by herself?’
My succubus secretary had reported that much.
I couldn’t afford to overlook even such trivial information.
“Eris.”
I forced Eris to straddle me and lightly supported her waist with my hands as I pulled her closer.
“Open your mouth. I’m going to fuck you while kissing you.”
“K-Kiss...?!”
“Why?”
“N-No, it’s just....”
Eris pursed her lips.
“What? Don’t tell me kissing is a first for you too?”
“.......”
Sometimes, silence was an affirmation.
“Ha.”
Schlick.
“Why don’t we put the cock in first, then talk?”
The method for training this woman.
‘Aim for the suspension-bridge effect.’
The moment I thrust my cock inside her—
Twitch.
Her pussy trembled, quivering from within.