episode_0079

“A mortal sin… I committed a mortal sin… .”

Hilda knelt down and repeated those words like a broken doll.

It was a rather rational decision compared to its seemingly broken appearance. No matter what I said now, it would only get on Charlotte’s nerves.

Somehow, the best thing I could say to avoid this situation was, rather than making excuses, I was sorry.

However, Hilda herself, who repeatedly apologized, knew best.

At least this is not an issue that can be resolved with an apology.

Charlotte passed Number 25, who had fallen on the floor, and came in front of Hilda, still with a smile on her face.

Isn’t it crazy to laugh at a situation where a man is taken away right in front of you? I had that question, but that smile was not one of joy, but pure murderous intent.

Hilda swallowed so loudly that her eyelids twitched, raised her slightly trembling head and stared at Charlotte’s face, which was right in front of her.

Charlotte also stared at Hilda’s face and slowly opened her mouth.

“Actually, I knew it from the beginning.”

Dissonance arises in cognition. You knew from the beginning, what on earth? Your relationship with No. 25? Did you get caught while out for a walk?

No, I didn’t show it in front of Charlotte. Then when? Since when? Could it be that from the moment I first developed a crush on No. 25?

What on earth did you know from the beginning?

Various thoughts dominated my head.

Hilda was barely able to utter one word until a long time after Charlotte had finished speaking.

“… Yes?”

Charlotte takes a step closer.

Although it is a simple act, it feels as daunting as a giant’s leap.

“I know everything they did this morning.”

It was confusing.

There was no reply, but Charlotte continued talking.

“Do you think I don’t know what’s going on in this castle?”

Before I knew it, Hilda’s eyes were trembling pitifully.

“I sent it with you when you were running an errand just in case, but I couldn’t resist it… A beast in heat doesn’t even know grace?”

Now I finally understand the whole situation.

When Charlotte recommended herself as No. 25’s companion, I resented my past self for following her without even the slightest suspicion.

He was successfully caught up in Charlotte’s strategy to secure a clear location.

Now I can’t even think of words like, “I’m sorry, I’ve committed a deadly sin.”

My mind turned completely white and I stopped thinking.

If you stay like this, you will die. You will be torn to pieces in the back alley and become food for hungry wild dogs.

“Um, over there… .”

The last excuse he managed to come up with was immediately dismissed.

“Shut up.”

Feeling weighed down just by the voice, Hilda lowered her gaze again and was filled with fear.

Even excuses don’t work.

My stomach feels numb.

I can clearly feel the deep anger that stings my skin.

The maid uniform was already wet with sticky cold sweat.

There was no time to feel any discomfort.

The overwhelming feeling of facing a huge abyss with no end in sight.

Number 25, who was watching the situation, quietly opened his mouth even though he knew it was shameless.

“Charlotte… Hilda… .”

Number 25 was also unable to open his mouth.

“Quiet.”

The tone was infinitely gentle compared to when dealing with Hilda, but No. 25 could tell. It contained a cold anger that was incomparable to the affectionate voice he usually whispered to himself.

Looking at No. 25, which had hardened, Charlotte spoke again.

“It’s okay, you go to the castle and I will educate you slowly. Who is the woman who can satisfy you? Very definitely.”

The sight of Charlotte smiling with the corners of her mouth raised gave No. 25 a chill.

Charlotte turned her head again and looked at Hilda and asked.

“Now, what should you do?”

The two golden eyes were cold and sunken, as if they were looking at an insect.

Seeing Hilda’s lack of response, she looked at the ground and let out a long sigh.

“It’s not that I don’t understand your actions. It must have been during estrus so there was nothing to see. Then, you can take a vacation, go to District 6, which is right next door, and grab a random man and give him a flower bag. Why are you touching my man?”

It was correct in every detail.

“Didn’t I make it clear before? Don’t cross the line?”

“It doesn’t mean that a line that has been crossed once is meaningless, or that it can be continued because it was done anyway. Because the ending is a tragedy, it becomes meaningless.”

As Charlotte’s voice gradually grows louder, people’s attention begins to gather in the back alley where there was no traffic.

Charlotte took a look around, then clicked her tongue.

Any further disturbance could also affect Aser’s reputation. Especially if it’s because of a man.

The devil lost his man to a maid. How funny this news is.

Charlotte picked up No. 25, who was lying on the cold floor, and put her on her back, then spoke in a cold voice to the unconscious Hilda.

“Let’s go first. It won’t be too late to deal with you after you go to the castle.”

Hilda followed Charlotte to the castle like a criminal heading to execution.

Her back looked similar to that of a death row inmate disappearing into the dew at the execution site.

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The processing of Hilda was put on hold for a while.

After arriving at the castle, Charlotte grabbed Number 25’s wrist and almost dragged him to her room without even reporting to Aser.

Even though it was daytime with the sun rising to mid-sky, No. 25, who was alone with Charlotte in a gently dark room, continued to look at her silent back. He knew at least that she was angry because he had hastily teased her with his cock.

The silence was suffocating, and Charlotte barely opened her mouth.

“You haven’t been alone with me recently, so you forgot, right? Who is the woman who can make you feel the best?”

Charlotte’s mood changed.

“Not the Demon Lord, nor such a low-level wolf. It’s me, I’m the one who knows your body best.”

Number 25 put his hands together politely and called her name in a trembling voice.

The cock began to erect without even noticing it.

“Charlotte… .”

After speaking, Charlotte picked up No. 25, almost threw it on the bed, and immediately took off her clothes.

Without any foreplay, she immediately climbed on top of No. 25 and penetrated it.

Unlike usual, Charlotte’s vagina was less moist and slightly tight. No. 25’s expression slightly wrinkled as if in pain, but Charlotte’s expression did not change at all, and she lowered her waist completely and accepted the dick from root to tip.

The tight vagina wriggled gently as if it had never done so and stuck to No. 25’s dick.

Rather, No. 25’s pain was soon sublimated into pleasure due to the unusual sensation of being tighter than usual.

Charlotte’s small gestures did not show any violent movements to erase the traces of the other woman, nor any obsession that seemed to indicate that the male underneath was hers. Lukewarm sex that seems to be mandatory for middle-aged couples who have reached menopause.

A gesture to relieve the desire built up in a body without even a whisper of love or anything else.

As if to reflect him, Charlotte never once moaned while moving her waist counterclockwise or bouncing her hips up and down.

Looking down at No. 25 with cold eyes, only his lower body moved like a machine.

Charlotte, who hadn’t spoken since they started having sex, spoke up for the first time.

“Do you like doing things like this?”

Charlotte slowly lifted her waist and assumed an unnatural, precarious posture with only her toes raised. I moved it in a clockwise circular motion, focusing on stimulating the sensitive glans at the entrance to the vagina, and without sending any signal, I put my weight down and brought it down in one go.

Number 25, who took the full weight of Charlotte from below, let out a painful groan.

Not paying attention to No. 25’s painful sounds, Charlotte shook her hips again. A dense movement that moves only back and forth while keeping the skin in contact.

Their genitals were tightly attached to each other without the slightest gap, stimulating sensitive areas even with the slightest movement. As the weak stimulation continued without interruption, No. 25 could not overcome the feeling of ejaculation that was gradually building up, and he slowly lifted his waist.

The moment I attached the glans to Charlotte’s cervix and was about to ejaculate comfortably, Charlotte stopped moving her waist and lifted her lower body.

Her pussy was holding onto the cock as if it didn’t want to come off, but Charlotte’s intentions didn’t change.

The movement stopped just before ejaculation, but No. 25’s dick, which had already reached its limit, began to pour out semen in an unsightly manner. Number 25, who finished ejaculating, looked at the semen scattered on his stomach and bed with eyes full of emptiness.

Charlotte got up from the bed, took a sip of the water on the table, and turned the cold gaze she had previously directed at Hilda towards No. 25.

“I never told you to move? You didn’t want to betray me and cum inside me of your own accord, right?”

“Well, that’s… .”

No. 25 stopped talking, closed his lips, and swallowed the words that had just come out.

Are you in a position to complain now? It was only then that I realized that this was not sex, but a type of corporal punishment.

“Okay, I think I finally understand.”

Before her cock, which had just finished ejaculating and had become sensitive, calmed down, Charlotte climbed on top of No. 25 again and shook her hips like the first time.

Contrary to her expressionless face, Charlotte’s pussy was already wet, and she accepted No. 25’s dick much more easily than at first.

I could only stare blankly at the cock disappearing into Charlotte’s pussy as if it were being sucked in.

No. 25 did not move a single inch and maintained his position underneath her.

The generous breasts forming a soft curve that sway deliciously every time you move your body, the smooth abs with beads of sweat, the wide pelvis pressing down heavily on your size 25 body, and the firm thighs pressing slightly every time your lower body touches.

The current situation of not being able to touch anything was just painful.

When he tried to reach out and touch his body, Charlotte firmly stopped him by slapping the back of his hand until it made a loud sound.

Even if he said something mischievous on a regular basis, he was clearly different from his usual attitude of giving in to anything that No. 25 requested.

The sight of Charlotte looking down with expressionless eyes was scathing.

Even in the midst of sad and harsh feelings, the sense of urgency began to build up again.

I guess I can cum this time, because I got punished earlier. With such carefree thoughts, No. 25 once again had vague expectations and twitched his waist to match her movements.

The second time came, but the result was no different from before.

Charlotte, who had been with No. 25 countless times, already knew all about his ejaculatory habits, the strength of his cock, the movements of his waist, and the changes in his facial expressions.

Maybe even more than No. 25 himself.

Charlotte lifted her waist and sneered again as she saw the semen spurting out vigorously toward the entrance of her vagina.

“You’re shedding unsightly again.”

The sex continued about five more times, but No. 25 was never able to cum inside Charlotte’s pussy.

Before we knew it, No. 25 began to beg her as if pleading.

Charlotte’s vagina, which sticks tightly when ejaculating, and her vagina, which wraps around the entire cock and squeezes out semen, were masterpieces that could not be compared to anyone else.

For No. 25, who was the only one who knew that feeling, seven external vaginal ejaculations were no different from torture.

“I’m sorry… Please let me cum inside Charlotte… .”

“No.”

The corners of Charlotte’s mouth rose slightly. At first, the sex started with the intention of completely punishing her, but as time passed, Charlotte found a little joy.

I liked seeing No. 25’s tear-stained expression contorted in pleasure and pain every time he put his weight on it and slammed his butt down hard.

Charlotte suddenly licked No. 25’s chest, where the semen was splattered, with a movement filled with affection, and asked again as if checking.

“Okay, you can talk now, right? Who do you like best?”

A question with a definite answer. Number 25 recited the name of the woman in front of him as if it was obvious.

“Sha, I like Charlotte the best… .”

Number 25 finished speaking with difficulty, and Charlotte smiled her signature smile that revealed her fangs.

Number 25, who saw that, thought that the painful time was finally over.

I carefully grabbed Charlotte’s pelvis and moved her waist.

Charlotte no longer threw away No. 25, but moved her hips up and down in sync with his movements.

The obscene sound of water echoed through the room again.

The sound made by No. 25’s dick going in and out of Charlotte’s vagina gradually began to get faster.

At the moment of ejaculation again, No. 25 grabbed Charlotte’s pelvis tightly and roughly thrust his cock all the way into her cervix.

The soft inside of the pussy gently captures the glans of No. 25, urging ejaculation.

However, Charlotte shook off No. 25’s hand that was holding her pelvis and then lifted her waist as before.

Number 25 muttered in a hollow voice as he watched the semen pouring out in vain.

“Why… .”

The emptiness is soon filled with sadness.

Number 25’s shoulders, covering his face with both arms, trembled slightly.

‘Maybe it was a little harsh.’

Since I was quite angry, I decided to allow him to ejaculate inside me as he wanted this time.

However, when he remembered that No. 25 had mixed up with a maid who was neither him nor Aser, he became so angry that he treated her even more harshly than usual.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand why he mixed himself with Hilda. He doesn’t know how to say no, and he’s a good kid by nature.

If there is a friend in front of you who is suffering from heat, he will definitely be willing to be your partner for one night.

Charlotte, blinded by jealousy, punished not Hilda but also No. 25, and the results turned out to be not very good.

Charlotte crept closer to the crying man and checked his condition.

I don’t know how to comfort people.

She just treated No. 25 in her own way.

I caressed his tear-filled cheek, went up to his ear, and whispered.

“At this level, who is the woman who can make you feel the best… . I believe it’s time to find out.”

No. 25’s crying never stopped.

Rather, he muttered in a voice thickened with sadness.

“I… I was with Charlotte from the beginning… I liked the Demon King the most… .”

Charlotte, whose heart softened even more, took him in her arms and gently rubbed his back as if caressing a baby.

With that movement, No. 25’s trembling gradually began to subside, and it was only then that Charlotte let out the sorry feelings that had built up during sex.

“I’m sorry. Instead, I’ll let you sleep all night today while telling me I love you, so let’s call it a day.”

“Really… Really… ?”

Charlotte laid No. 25’s head on her forearm, stroked his head, and repeatedly whispered love as she had just said.

Among them, there were words that sounded like a fresh-faced lover, and some that were obscene, like something a vulgar prostitute would say, but No. 25 felt that all of the words were filled with affection, and quickly smiled.

As they were consoling each other for a moment and immersed in a happy time, someone roughly knocked on Charlotte’s door.

bang! bang!

It was an action that could not be done without the liver coming out.

Charlotte clicked her tongue and then opened the door without even putting on any clothes.

The maid standing outside trembled when she saw Charlotte undressing and No. 25 lying on the bed looking embarrassed, but she soon regained her composure.

What was important now was not their relationship. The maid screamed in an urgent voice even though Charlotte was right in front of her.

“Me, Master Maid… ! Outside now… Outside!”

Outside?

The maid in front was one of the most senior people in the castle, brought by Charlotte herself. If she forgot the manners that Charlotte always talked about and suddenly knocked on the door and looked surprised, it meant that something unusual had happened.

Charlotte took a gown out of the closet, put it on, and looked out the window in the hallway onto the yard.

Even Charlotte, who prided herself on not being surprised by anything, opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth, and made an expression as if she couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her.

I even had the illusion that the death knell was ringing.

This is a person who should not exist.

A person who does not fit in at all in District 7, where society’s outcasts gather.

Dreamy purple eyes, unkempt hair, and a dress that looks like it embroidered the night sky.

A flock of crows glimpsed behind.

One of the two Demon Lords who are said to be able to destroy an entire region single-handedly.

Even with his nickname, he did not simply end up as a demon king like other demon kings.

The immortal witch, the magic of the beginning, the one who takes tens of thousands of lives with a single gesture, the one who fears even death, the Raven Lord.

The demon king of District 2.

Rowe was standing proudly.