episode_0022

I opened the door and quickly entered room number 25, but number 25 was not there.

There must be nowhere else for him to go that just came in, except his room, right?

Charlotte crossed her arms and looked around room 25.

‘By the way, what is this in the room?’

Old bed, moldy walls and ceiling, cobwebs in the corners. No matter how hastily prepared the room is, it is the worst. Who on earth would want to sleep in a place like this? Since she had lived in a small prison made up of iron bars, she seemed to be very satisfied with this room, but Charlotte felt uneasy.

‘I’ll have to call someone soon and make it right.’

If done well, he could have let No. 25 sleep in his room for a while under the pretext of building a room. If things go as well as Charlotte imagines, she can engrave the joys of a woman’s body into that little body.

Just thinking about that moment made the corners of my mouth go up without me realizing it.

When I thought of the time when No. 25 was so infatuated with me and devoted all his body and mind to me, I felt excitement rising from my heart through my veins.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Charlotte buried her head on the rather hard bed of No. 25 and the well-made blanket on top of it.

The faint scent of No. 25 remaining on the blanket felt like it was touching my nose, and the subtle stimulation soon spread throughout my body.

Charlotte took a deep breath, savoring the scent, and carefully moved her hand to her vagina.

‘There’s no one there, so should we just do it quickly now?’

The underwear was sticky and wet from the love juice that had already flowed, and without any hesitation, Charlotte carefully flipped the underwear to the side and inserted her finger in order to masturbate.

Hoping that No. 25 would notice his lewd body odor left on the bed, he started scraping the numb inside with his long fingers.

One minute is a short period of time that can only be tantalizing rather than reaching climax through masturbation. That one minute was the time when Charlotte fully enjoyed masturbating, and it was also the time it took for someone outside to turn the doorknob.

If someone caught me looking like this, no matter what excuse I made, it would be over.

A head maid who masturbates with her nose in the blanket in a male slave’s room is not enough to spread rumors throughout the Demon King Castle and get her fired.

Fortunately, the person who entered the room was number 25, the owner of the room.

Number 25 was first surprised that there was someone in his room where no one was supposed to be, and twice was surprised that the person was masturbating with his head on the bed.

I wanted to hold on to my heart that was beating like crazy and get away from this situation right away, but when the identity of the person masturbating was revealed, that desire faded away just a little.

“Charlotte?”

Charlotte casually raised her upper body from the bed, adjusted her underwear, and asked No. 25 in reverse.

“Where have you been?”

No. 25 responded hesitantly to the confident appearance that could not be imagined as a person who was caught in self-defense.

“Go to the bathroom for a moment… .”

Charlotte naturally approached the front of room 25 and locked the door with her hand behind her.

The locked door with a clicking sound reminded him of a situation he had once experienced, and No. 25’s body slowly began to stiffen. Charlotte looked at No. 25 cutely and gently stroked his cheek and asked.

“There is no need to be so nervous. I have a few questions to ask.”

“Yes… .”

Without delay, Charlotte got straight to the point.

“What were you doing with the devil?”

“That… That’s it.”

Number 25 hesitated and, like Aser, was unable to answer readily. Seeing that they didn’t answer as if they had promised each other made Charlotte feel angry.

But it was still okay. How many men can say out loud, “I had sex with you?” This was naturally within the range of understanding.

The difference between Aser and No. 25 was that No. 25 could come up with an answer with just a little prodding from Charlotte.

“Why? Have you done something so strange that you can’t tell me?”

Number 25 was startled and raised his head to look at Charlotte.

“No… !”

“If it wasn’t something strange, you could do to me what you did to the Demon King, right?”

Charlotte slowly moved her hand in a snake-like fashion towards No. 25’s lower body. The moment Charlotte’s hand reached near the crotch and was about to pull down the zipper, No. 25 said, “You can’t do something like this to Aser with a woman other than me.” Those words came to mind reflexively.

Number 25, who would normally have entrusted himself to Charlotte, grabbed her wrist with both trembling hands and desperately tried to stop her.

“This is really strange… You can’t do it.”

The moment Charlotte, who had been smiling up until then, heard those words, the wrinkles between her eyebrows immediately deepened.

Charlotte’s face, with the smile completely gone, was colder than any expression I had ever seen.

“What is this?”

After finishing speaking, Charlotte grabbed one of the horns on the left side of No. 25 without any warning. The gentle appearance of Charlotte who fed her bread in the morning was nowhere to be seen.

Number 25 placed his hand on Charlotte’s hand holding his horn and spoke as if pleading.

“Oh, it hurts… !”

But pleading never weakened the grip on the horn.

“Huh? What on earth is this? What’s so strange?”

It was not an angry voice, a sad voice, or a happy voice. In fact, behind the voice that was barely noticeable and did not contain any emotion, there was deep anger, like an active volcano that could explode at any moment.

Charlotte waved her hand holding the horn back and forth. Even though it was said to be the influence of an ancient vampire, No. 25’s slender body was hitting the door one after another at her will, making a banging sound due to overwhelming strength that could not be considered a woman.

No. 25 couldn’t understand why on earth Charlotte was doing this.

The imprinted horror of the slave market. The fear that I had tried so hard to forget began to surface again.

‘it hurts… scared… !’

After pressing No. 25’s body against the wall, Charlotte bent her horns back, tilted her head back, and immediately explored his lips. Charlotte’s tongue forced its way into her tightly closed lips.

It was different from Aser’s soft kiss full of affection.

A violent kiss reminiscent of war, as if violating the other person.

Charlotte’s sweet smell covered every corner of No. 25’s mouth, as if painting over the happy memories of Aser with her own color.

The little tongue desperately tried to escape from Charlotte’s tongue that suddenly entered, but there was no way it could escape.

Soon, Charlotte’s tongue became entangled with No. 25’s tongue and they continued to kiss roughly, making obscene sounds.

The kiss lasted so long that it took my breath away. Number 25, who had barely opened his mouth, was out of breath, coughing, and trembling.

“Charlotte… Why are you suddenly like this… .”

In response to No. 25’s question, Charlotte wiped her mouth and smiled. That smile without smiling eyes was rather scary.

“Why are you doing this? We did more than this every day, right?”

That’s true, but what Charlotte did at that time was clearly filled with affection. He made eye contact with No. 25 with a loving gaze and had a delicate touch that only touched pleasant areas.

But not now. No. 25 didn’t even have time to think about anything else due to his rough behavior that only satisfied his own desires and his eyes that showed no affection.

“Besides, if you really don’t like it, you can just scream, right? Then the maid outside will come to help right away, but seeing as she doesn’t, isn’t that actually what you want too?”

Number 25 was unconsciously considerate of others. What if I scream and a maid comes to this room? She may be able to catch her breath right now, but the maid will be tormented by Charlotte one way or another.

Charlotte became more and more anxious as she saw No. 25 keeping her mouth shut.

Despite the efforts of the maid leader to deceive the demon king whom he had served for a long time, it felt like No. 25 was leaving in a secret time with Aser to a place completely out of his reach.

“When you first came to this castle and had such a great time with me, what are you doing now? Can’t it be the Demon King? So what am I? A person who just gives you your body whenever you want, a person who you don’t need to give your heart to, a person who you can abandon at any time. Did you see that much? Should I keep fitting in with someone who doesn’t even like me?”

It’s unreasonable. It was Charlotte who came to the castle and took care of the innocent number 25, who knew nothing. But there was no need to worry about that now. No matter how far-fetched something is, once it has power, it sometimes becomes the truth.

As Charlotte’s voice grew louder, her grip on the horn also increased.

“Ah… It hurts!!”

Number 25, who had consistently maintained a respectful tone, shouted informally for the first time.

There was one thing that Charlotte overlooked. No. 25’s horn had already become so weak that it could no longer withstand external shocks.

In the end, something that should not have happened happened.

Quack!

Following the uncomfortable sound, silence fell in the old room.

What broke the silence was No. 25’s subsequent desperate scream.

“Ugh… Aaaa!!”

No. 25 sat down on the ground, holding on to his broken horn, and screamed in pain. The blood dripping from the cross section of the broken horn and soaking the floor was an unrealistically vivid red.

Charlotte finally regained her senses after seeing No. 25 shedding tears like chicken poop, pieces of horn scattered on the floor, and blood soaked in the ground.

It was certainly true that I wanted to dominate him physically and mentally, but I never wanted to cause him pain.

“Trigram, are you okay?”

Her tone seemed uncharacteristically embarrassed. It would be even stranger if you didn’t panic when a person was bleeding in pain right in front of you.

Even though No. 25 was struggling in pain, he raised his head at the sound of Charlotte’s voice and looked at her.

If I had been as angry as I was, I would have felt less uncomfortable feeling weighed down by guilt.

No. 25 did not get angry even after seeing Charlotte, the culprit. Instead, he smiled with a trembling mouth. As if wearing a mask covered in blood.

It was no different from the appearance of No. 25 under the slave trader.

“Yes… I’m fine… .”

Seeing him barely smiling while shedding bloody tears, Charlotte was overcome by an indescribable feeling and ran out of the room.