At that moment, the County of Albathea.
Slice.
Drawing a graceful silver arc, the sword cleaved through something.
Kuuung.
With a heavy sound, the rock split apart to the left and right. It was larger than a house.
The bricks stacked up for the construction of the fortress wall were cleaved apart just as easily, despite being struck by a sword far thinner than they were.
Pashash.
The woman gripping the sword—the Countess of Albathea—released the aura cloaking the blade and closed her eyes.
It was an action meant to steady her mana.
Like sharpening sword aura that had been laid aside during her long years as a countess, the Countess of Albathea controlled the mana that was slowly beginning to gather in her eyes and regulated her breathing.
Clap, clap, clap.
The sound of applause rang out.
A woman entered the training grounds where the Countess of Albathea had been practicing alone, clapping her hands.
“You haven’t gone rusty?”
A golden-haired, green-eyed woman.
She wore clothes considerably lighter than those worn by ordinary people. Among adventurers, they were the ranger garments commonly worn by archers.
Perhaps one could call them the original form of such clothing.
Apart from the notably short skirt, they were the characteristic garments of elves, seemingly designed for running through the forest while climbing along its branches.
“Just as expected of Albathea. I was wondering if you’d grown more accustomed to wielding a pen than a sword, but fortunately, your skill hasn’t rusted.”
“Of course it hasn’t.”
The Countess of Albathea buckled the thin, rapier-like sword around her waist.
“What about you? You haven’t gone rusty, have you?”
“Hah, what are you talking about?”
The woman gave a little chuckle, twitching her long ears.
“Unlike someone else, I’ve remained active all this time. See this?”
“A diamond?”
The woman wore rather large earrings, each set with a diamond on either side of her ears.
The elongated rectangular ornaments looked heavy at first glance, but they bore some kind of insignia along with magical craftsmanship.
“To be working alongside a Bow Master. I’m honored.”
“Just put your faith in me, Lady Silvelit. Hehe.”
“But didn’t the forest have anything to say about it?”
“Who could object when I’m going to rescue a friend’s daughter? Sigh. I prefer this sort of thing to that stuffy forest anyway. Exploring dungeons, hunting demons, saving people.”
“…Yes. That’s why I called you.”
The Countess of Albathea gave a bitter smile as she looked at the staff hanging on the wall.
“He hasn’t arrived yet, but if you and I…”
“You said it was the Gilbert Barony, right? How about I go ahead and join you by teleportation once he arrives?”
“What?”
“I’ll go ahead and scout the area.”
The elf woman, Silvelit, lightly plucked the longbow hanging across her back with one finger and grinned.
“It’s dangerous alone.”
“It’ll be fine. I’m a diamond-rank adventurer, remember? No matter what might be waiting beyond the dungeon, do you really think I’d let myself be taken down?”
“But…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. More importantly, is that information certain?”
Silvelit lowered her voice and stepped closer.
“That your daughter might still be alive.”
“…It’s not a possibility. She is alive.”
The Countess of Albathea growled low in her throat.
“The Baron of Gilbert contacted me separately. While those demons were negotiating with the Baron of Gilbert… they let slip that there was another noble involved.”
Crack.
“That hair… it definitely belonged to my daughter. I even had it appraised with magic.”
“What if they faked it to make it seem as though she was alive when she was actually dead?”
“You.”
The Countess of Albathea glared at Silvelit with eyes sharp enough to draw blood, but Silvelit quietly raised both hands and shook her head.
“Sorry. I’m just saying you should keep that possibility in mind. Even if she is alive, she may no longer be the daughter you knew.”
“She will be alive. My daughter, as both a knight and an Albathea, will endure with her pride intact.”
The Countess of Albathea’s eyes trembled as she fidgeted with her neck.
“She will never, ever submit like a dog. Never…!”
“…Like a dog?”
“Yes. Never…!”
Elf Silvelit tilted her head in puzzlement, but the Countess of Albathea seemed certain of something.
“My daughter will never surrender to the enemy!”
* * *
“Aaaah!! B-be gentle…! Please, be gentle!!”
Eris collapsed.
Still on all fours and crying out, she began begging me, even going so far as to use formal speech.
“Grrr… But you’re squeezing me so tightly with that pussy.”
I thrust my cock deep inside Eris.
From the entrance of her vagina to its innermost depths, my cock slid deep inside her, and every time I thrust into her, Eris clenched her pussy tightly and trembled.
“Nh, hng, haaah…!”
I glanced down at her lower abdomen through the mirrored table. The pale-pink uterus tattoo that had risen all the way to its limit was glittering.
Eris herself couldn’t see it, but as the instructor bearing the mark of the Vampire Legion on my face, I could see it clearly.
“Ahn, ah, aaah…!”
“Tell me honestly and I’ll finish quickly. Do you like it?”
“Yes, I loooove it!!”
Eris was completely intoxicated by pleasure.
“Your cock—haaah—every time it thrusts inside me, it feels like my whole body is going to fly apart, ngh, and I love it! So…!”
“So what? You want me to pull it out? You’re getting cheeky.”
“N-no, I’m not!!”
She was crying out from pleasure, moaning and fawning as she was impaled on my cock.
“I-I won’t be cheeky, haaah, so please…!”
Slap, slap.
I continued pounding my cock into her.
I kept thrusting into her so relentlessly that even I began wondering whether this was all right.
“Please, haaah, do something…!!”
Every time I struck the deepest spot, Eris’s body bounced violently, and at the same time, intense stimulation ran through my cock.
‘Fuck, this aphrodisiac really is no joke.’
My cock felt like it was about to burst.
After making Eris’s pussy and ass heat up all at once, I had pushed the aphrodisiac inside her and immediately begun thrusting into her, so my cock had quickly grown feverishly hot as well.
It felt as though it would really burst if I didn’t come soon.
And yet, I also wondered whether this heat would subside even after I came once.
But I forced myself to hold back.
Because I had Eris’s weakness in my grasp now.
Squish.
“Nhngh!!”
I thrust my cock upward from below, deliberately pressing it all the way in.
At that moment—
“Aah! There, right there!!”
Eris threw her head back and released her pleasure to the fullest.
“Nhhaa…!”
“Haa, haa…!”
Eris clenched tightly around my cock and shook her body, making it difficult even for me to steady my ragged breathing.
The spot that had only been brushed and touched somewhat ambiguously in the missionary position.
The spot that was finally reached when I thrust upward from behind.
The portio.
Even without the aphrodisiac, this was a place where Eris could come again and again simply from being poked there with my cock.
Women could feel pleasure even without touching this particular spot.
But when she was soaked in aphrodisiac and that most sensitive area, where her sexual sensations were concentrated, was struck repeatedly—
Flop.
Eris’s body slipped.
She had spilled so much fluid onto the mirrored table that the knee she had been kneeling on, drenched in it, slid straight out from beneath her.
“Haa, haa, haa.”
My cock slipped free.
It was still hard and burning hot, and I had no intention of resting just yet.
Rustle.
I brought Eris’s legs together in a straight line.
Then I straddled her legs so she couldn’t spread them apart, pushed my cock between her buttocks, and pressed it firmly into her pussy.
“Ah, aha, haaah…”
Eris, her face buried in the tabletop, turned her head to the side.
Her face, already completely slack with pleasure, was flushed bright red, and her fingers, scraping against the table as though trying to grip it, trembled violently.
Squish.
I climbed fully onto Eris’s prone body and leaned my upper body forward.
At the same time, I placed my hands over hers and interlaced our fingers.
Squeeze.
Eris interlocked her fingers with mine and gripped my hands tightly.
I didn’t know whether she was merely trying to endure her climax by putting strength into her hands, or whether this had arisen from some feeling of which she herself was unaware—
Lick.
When I lowered my head to the side and stuck out my tongue, Eris slowly parted her lips and began tangling her tongue with mine.
Squish, squish.
A brief kiss.
I pressed my lips to Eris’s cheek, then released the heat I had been holding back inside her.
Pshuuuuut!!
“Ah, aaah…! Inside, haaah, so much, all the way to the deepest place…!”
Was she more sensitive because of the aphrodisiac?
Or was it because she had been filled so many times that she could feel it so clearly?
“Ah, aaaaaah…!!”
Tears streamed down Eris’s face as she smiled.
“Eris. Can you see it?”
“Wh-what…?”
“Your expression.”
I pointed Eris toward the mirror.
“You’ve become a complete little slut.”
“…”
Even as she looked at her own face reflected in the table—
“…”
Eris continued smiling with half-lidded eyes, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
* * *
A short while later.
“That wasn’t me just now.”
Eris declared this to me as she gathered up her clothes.
“It was because of the aphrodisiac!”
She pointed at the empty glass bottle and angrily snapped at me.
“It wasn’t an aphrodisiac.”
“…What?”
“I said it wasn’t an aphrodisiac. It was only mucus.”
“…T-that’s impossible!!”
Eris shrieked at my words.
“I’ve never experienced an aphrodisiac myself, but I know perfectly well what its effects are! My mother taught me about them!”
“What kind of effects does it have?”
“It makes your pussy hot, removes pain, and makes the pleasure continue…!”
“Like this?”
Smack.
“Eek?!”
When I slapped Eris’s buttocks, she let out a shrill scream and backed away from me.
“You, you… pervert!”
“You call me a pervert now, after I’ve raped and trained you?”
“…”
“Isn’t the pervert actually you?”
I approached Eris and grabbed her buttock tightly with one hand.
“Getting pounded from behind and coming while being spanked… That didn’t seem to be because of the aphrodisiac.”
“…I-it was because of the aphrodisiac!”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to pound you from the front next time, like I did at first.”
“…”
For an instant, I clearly saw it.
Eris swallowing nervously without even realizing it.
“Eris. Which did you prefer—the aphrodisiac sex, or being taken like a dog from behind?”
“Th-that…”
“I liked both.”
I pressed myself against Eris so she couldn’t escape.
“Especially when you politely begged me to hurry up and come. That was even more exciting.”
“U, ugh…!”
Outwardly, she still looked like a serious female knight.
But when she was pounded like a dog, she became a female.
This woman.
I wonder what she’d be like as a vampire’s pussy.
“Mo-more importantly! Why did you experiment with the aphrodisiac?”
“Obviously, I was planning to sell it and trade it.”
“…Sell it? Trade it?”
Eris flinched in surprise, her ears perking up.
“Did I hear you wrong?”
“No. You heard me perfectly.”
I lightly shook the empty glass bottle.
“Where there is demand, there will be supply. It’s a law that encompasses both humans and demons.”
“…What law is that?”
“It can’t be defined with a term.”
Though, in fact, it could.
“Among people, you know, there are those who would sell even their families if it meant making money.”
That name was capitalism.