"Hold your arms up straight."
"Yes, yes!"
"Are you fucking reflecting?"
"Yes. I am reflecting!"
Fortunately, our Emilia hadn't died. When I gently poked Emilia, who had fainted in a fit, she woke up again.
She was now kneeling on the office desk, holding her hands up. The outline of her thighs was visible above the hem of her thin skirt. I raked my eyes over her thighs and pressed her more sternly.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I-I-I sold Lord Lusius to the dragon..."
"Yes. And why is that wrong?"
"Well, that is..."
Emilia's eyes were darting around. The sly bitch. Seeing her roll those red eyes made me want to slap her across the face. The reason I was only holding the mace and not using it was because if I accidentally hit her frail body and she ended up dying, I would inherit the position of Northern Lord and have to serve on the front lines.
Unlike my territory, the North was fucking vast, so I wouldn't have the leisure to leave it to Eve and go somewhere. I didn't have a competent aide like the Grand Duke's or the administrative skills to efficiently rule over a large land. So, I planned to train her without hitting her as much as possible.
"No, Acting Lord Emilia. Did I fucking kill the demi-humans because I wanted to have a barbecue party with them? I didn't, right?"
"No... n-no, you didn't..."
"Our Lord Emilia begged me, offering her own body, so I had no choice but to, holding back tears, kill the demi-humans, right? Right?"
"...I-Is that so?"
"It fucking is. Right?"
"Yes! Yes! It is! Th-that's right!"
When I shoved the Staff of Truth in her face, Emilia finally began to spill the truth. I shoved the mace back into my belt and spoke.
"But if you go and sell me off to the dragon just like that, how do you think I'd feel?"
"Y-you'd be, very hurt..."
"Right. It hurts a lot. Quickly, put your hands on the desk and bend over."
"What?"
"I said my heart hurts. You need to provide compensation."
I locked the office door and lifted her skirt. Emilia, with a flustered expression, tried to pull her skirt down and shouted.
"Wh-what are you doing! I-if you suddenly do this... I..."
"You promised you'd let me have you if I killed all the demi-humans. Didn't you?"
"That... well... I-I must remain faithful to my husband..."
I took the husband's photo that was in the office and placed it on the floor. Then I took off the wedding ring Emilia was wearing and threw it on the floor. Emilia shook her head from side to side and said.
"You lewd man..."
"You wanted this too. Didn't you?"
"No, I mean, that..."
I turned Emilia's body around before she could say more. Emilia leaned over the office desk, presenting her buttocks to me. The flower petals were already damp.
"Lewd bitch."
"N-no... P-please, don't, haeu...! Aang...!"
I began to violate her cunt so she couldn't open her mouth anymore. Emilia gripped the desk with her frail body, trying to endure the pleasure. Emilia's thin legs and the graceful curve of her delicate spine twisted, and a picture frame on the desk fell to the floor.
"Haeuk...! Aeuk...! Euk...! Eueung...! S-stop...! If you... if you thrust like that...!"
Emilia's thighs were crushed between the desk and my own before returning to their original shape. Reddened marks were left where flesh rubbed against flesh. I kneaded Emilia's buttocks this way and that, slamming her body down hard with my hips. Every time I did, Emilia screamed like a teddy bear with its button pressed.
"Heeung...! It's good...! So good...! Aheung...! Aaht...!"
Emilia's hands moved about, scattering the documents. It was as if she was trying to remember the hand gestures to release her pleasure. Her trembling fingertips grabbed a document, crumpled it, and tore it. Then she gripped the edge of the desk tightly and began to let out deep moans.
"Heung...! Heung...! Aheung...! It feels good... Aheut...! More... do it more...!"
"Lewd bitch."
"I'm not... Haeuk...! Heung...!"
Every time I called her a lewd bitch, I could feel her groin tighten. The flesh walls twitched, clenching as if to snap off my cock. I sped up even more to cum, devouring her cunt.
"Eut...!"
"Haeueueuk...!"
At the same time as I ejaculated, Emilia thrashed on the desk as if wading through a swamp, her eyes rolling back. This wasn't the expression of an orgasm at the peak of pleasure. It was the expression of a climax at the end of her life.
"Haeuk... kkeuk... kkeuk..."
"F-fuck! Heal! Heal!"
I pulled my cock out of her as her chest heaved and she choked, and urgently shouted for a heal. I had forgotten this bitch was sickly. It might have been different before, but now that pleasure was amplified 1.5 times, I was no different from a tickle-torture machine to Emilia.
As Emilia died, flopping like a live fish, I shouted "Heal" several times. Lumps of white divine power poured from my hands and struck Emilia's body.
"Keoheuk... Heoeu... Heouk...!"
"Heal! Heal! Heal! Cure! Bless! Heal! Fucking heal!"
After trembling and letting out a breath, Emilia looked at me and grinned. Thanks to the repeated heals I had poured into her, she looked much healthier than her usual pale complexion. She adjusted her clothes and said with a shy smile.
"...Hoo. It was really... the best."
"M-me too."
It seemed Emilia didn't know she had almost died. She was so lost in sex that she clearly hadn't had the presence of mind to realize it. I thought that was a relief. Emilia, still with an ecstatic expression, stared into empty space and said.
"It was like I could see heaven."
"Me too."
I'd aged ten years from the shock. Having barely managed to save her, I decided not to touch Emilia again. Unless I fed her some kind of health tonic, if we had sex in her current state, I had no idea when I might kill her.
"...My husband has never been this intense."
"You have a good husband."
If he had been intense, there would be a remarried widow with a different name here by now. Emilia's face was flushed bright red. I couldn't tell if it was from the afterglow of the sex just now or from embarrassment. She reached out a finger and gently tapped the back of my hand. I cursed inwardly and endured her temptation. Right now, this woman wasn't pretty prey to me, but a poisonous mushroom showing off its brilliant colors.
"Acting Lord Emilia?"
"...Please call me Emilia."
"Ah, yes..."
There's a saying that elephants are afraid of mice. They say it's because if a mouse gets into an elephant's trunk, it'll die, but from my perspective, there was only one reason those bastards were afraid of mice. Because if you step on them, they die. Right now, a woman subtly demanding a second round was standing before me. If I was the elephant, she was the mouse. Because if I fucked her, she'd die. Like a husband fearing a mandatory defensive battle, I stealthily avoided Emilia's demands.
"Ah, well... I have to get going now, Miss Emilia."
"Y-you'll come again, right?"
"Ah, well... I don't know. I'm quite busy with work, so..."
"Come again. You're my benefactor, after all."
I had no intention of ever coming back. Even if I came to meet Arthur, I'd just cut straight across the North. I didn't think I'd ever have a reason to come to this castle. They say a married woman who's gotten a taste of sex is fearsome, and Emilia's gaze was exactly that right now. She grabbed my hand and grinned with that pale face. Her complexion had returned a little, making her incredibly charming, but if I slept with this woman one more time, I wasn't confident I could bring her back to life again.
"Then, I'll be on my way."
"Ah, I'll have a carriage prepared for you."
"Oh, th-then thank you."
And so, the most luxurious carriage in the North was assigned to me. A knight on patrol, impressed by the treatment that even the Hero wouldn't have received, threw out a joke.
"Wow, that's amazing. How did you get the Lady to give you something like this..."
"She gifted it to me, saying my contribution to defeating the demi-humans was great."
They said that while the lord's castle was being repaired, rogues had broken my original carriage and stolen the materials. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, but there was nothing to be done, as the coachman couldn't have stopped the thieves alone. After all, the last time I came to see Emilia, the lord's castle was in a sorry state.
"Where did the coachman go?"
"Ah, well... you see, he... left ahead."
These bastards really thought I was dead. It was clear they had just sent the coachman back. It was undoubtedly a decision in which the coachman's own will was actively reflected, so I planned to beat the shit out of him first thing when I got back. Fortunately, instead of my loyal coachman, a more loyal coachman personally hired by Emilia was now standing in front of the carriage.
In exchange for a pardon on the charge of thievery, he had agreed to work as a coachman from the North to my territory. The coachman boasted an unhygienic impression, with about three missing teeth and a nose like a raspberry. But his skill in handling horses seemed extraordinary; even when he snatched the reins, the horses moved smoothly.
And so, I left the Northern Territory, seen off by Emilia and the knights. On my way out of the territory, I asked the coachman.
"You're good at being a coachman, so how did you end up a rogue?"
"It was hard to make a living. There's no one in this business who uses carriages."
"I see."
Everyone must have had it tough. I decided not to pry further into this coachman's past. We weren't close enough to share such stories. To me, he was like a shuttle bus driver. The kind of existence where the less human communication there was, the better.
Like that, the coachman and I passed through the capital city while making small talk, and arrived back at the Southern Territory. There was no particular trouble in the capital. It seemed AA hadn't said anything about me in the capital, as Karin only asked if I had returned safely. I gave a rough report through Karin about annihilating the demi-humans in the North and spurred my steps toward the territory.
Having been away from the territory for too long, I missed my women who would be waiting for me there. The soldiers standing at the territory border were staring intently at my carriage. The carriage, bearing the seal of the Northern Grand Duke, was an object of vigilance for the soldiers. One of the soldiers extended his spear and moved his mouth to issue a challenge.
I waved my hand to stop him from issuing the challenge. A soldier who recognized my mace let out a cheer.
"My Lord! You're safe?"
He had an expression that looked genuinely happy about my return. I gave my praiseworthy soldiers some light praise and asked about the coachman's whereabouts. I needed to beat the shit out of that trash bastard first.
"Yes. I'm safe. Didn't the coachman arrive first?"
"Ah, yes! He came about a month ago and said something terrible had happened to you, My Lord..."
"Bring him to me."
"He's already dead. The Lady of the Territory cut off his head."
"Good."
I didn't like him anyway, so it seems Eve took care of it nicely. And so, one of the soldiers went ahead to announce my return, and I rode slowly along the main road with the coachman. In the distance, I could see my mansion. People were already gathered in front of the mansion. I saw the villagers welcoming my return, and Erina standing there holding a bow.
"What's this?"
"An Elf. Do Elves have a welcoming ceremony with bows?"
The coachman asked. I too was ignorant of such a tradition, so I could only shake my head. I couldn't tell if she was trying to fire a celebratory shot or shoot at me. As my carriage drew closer, Erina aimed her bow and shouted.
"Lusius!"
She's aiming at me. I hastily got out of the carriage. The coachman, startled, stopped the horses and jumped down from the carriage. The arrow Erina shot pierced the carriage's steel plate and flew across the main road. I looked at Erina with an incredulous expression and shouted.
"What are you doing, Princess!"
"You bastard who deserves divine retribution! I'll tear you to pieces!"
Eve and Elsi stopped Erina as she tried to shoot another arrow. Enraged, Erina threw the entire bow at me. I dodged the flying bow and asked.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
"You bastard! How could you send me a video like that!"
What's so bad about it? Does the double peace sign have a bad meaning?
"What's the problem with that? Can't the Hero and I even do that much?"
"Th-that much...! You piece of trash! You filthy bastard! Are you really a beast and not a person!"
Why is she making such a fuss over a double peace sign? What the hell is the problem?
"Was the problem the bed? That can happen. You confirmed I was doing fine, and that should be enough."
"Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaargh! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Aaaaaargh!"
Faced with this sudden hysteria, I couldn't help but be bewildered. I had no idea what the problem was. Eve, holding Erina tightly, signaled toward the mansion with her eyes. I ignored Erina and tried to enter the mansion.
More and more people gathered because of the fight between me and Erina. Amidst them, Erina shouted at my back.
"How could you rape my husband! You beast-like bastard!"
Fuck, if you say it like that, people are going to misunderstand.
"R-rape a husband?"
"For the Lord to engage in male homosexuality, oh my... oh my...!"
"The doctrine of the Archdeity Church has fallen to the ground!"
"Fuck."
I had to explain myself. Thoroughly.