Chapter 133 – Part 2 Nobility – Countess Rebecca Luiderun

Michel Luiderun, 11 years old.
She is the only heir to the blood of Count Louis Derun, but her title and castle were taken away when her uncle, Count Louis Derun’s predecessor, betrayed her.
Now she is a simple Michelle, an 11-year-old criminal slave.

The former Count Luiderun raised his nephew, Michel, with great care. Like a flower in a greenhouse, like a canary in a cage.
She did not provide any kind of education, she was not allowed to gain wisdom or knowledge, and she was prevented from even talking to people around her. It was the same even for Michelle’s real mother, the Countess.

She was 11 years old and now she has nothing but toddler level knowledge and common sense. As a result, she had a hard time even getting her to work as a slave.

“Michelle. I’m going to clean this room next.”
“Clean?”
“Ah~ cleaning is what you mean~.”

In this way, you have to explain what cleaning is, why you need to do it, and how to do it one by one. As a result, work is not progressing and it takes more time to teach.

It is unknown why Count Luiderun raised Michel like this. By making her an idiot, did she simply try to make an obedient human? If she was the next person to inherit—that is, if it was for the purpose of pissing me off, then it would be a success.

“Mrs. Rebecca. How the hell did this happen? I’ve never heard of this.”
“I’m sorry, Count…”
“I can’t even use it as a sex slave because I’m young, I can’t even have basic conversations, and I can’t even use it as a servant because my intelligence is at the level of an infant. Where are you going to use it?”

In a good way, he is innocent, but in a bad way, he is a useless idiot. If it were my baby, it would be cute. But as a slave, it was 0 points.

And it is Countess Rebecca Louis Derun who is nagging me right now because of her lack of her daughter. Of course, she, her title, and her last name were stripped away, so she is just Rebecca, but I dare to call her ‘Mrs. Rebecca’ or ‘Countess’. Because that’s fun.

“Ha. Damn it. To think I failed in the drawing. Can’t I get a refund even now?”
“Bae, Count, I’ll do my best even for Michelle…”
“Hard?”

I scan the countess who is clueless and scans her up and down.

The house I have moved into is the house of the Pig Countess, and at the same time the house of the Countess. As the famous count went, there were countless things like her wife’s clothes and her accessories.
I could have disposed of it all, but I decided to leave most of it alone. This is because the more clothes to change into, the greater the variety of sleeping places and the greater the fun.
Even now, Mrs. Rebecca was bowing like a slave, but she was dressed up like any other lady.

“Ehh.”

Seeing the countess terrified, I sighed.

It hurts my mouth to tell you how ferocious this wife is. At the age of 18 she married into a countess and gave birth to her daughter Michelle, but she lost her husband less than three years after that.

And she said that the one who killed her husband was her husband’s real brother, the Pig Earl.
Count Pig killed his older brother, who was originally a count, and took over the count’s family.

Even though she resents the pig for killing her husband and taking the county, she must have had no choice but to obey the count since her daughter was held hostage. She would have been the wife of the hated Pig Count and would have done all sorts of perverts. At first glance, with that innocent-looking face.

“Hmm?”

For some reason I sensed something strange about her, and I brought her face close to her.
She momentarily felt a look of resentment in her eyes, but was it because of her mood?

“Hey, hey, Count, what’s on my face?”
“No. For some reason, at first glance, I feel innocent.”
“Go, thank you?”

His wife is already 30 years old. She has also had 2 husbands, one of which is the notorious Pig Countess as Pervert. The Countess could be said to be the most distant kind of person from the word innocence.
Is it strange that I feel innocence in such a wife, or is it strange that she is a wife?

“Huh-huh. Then, you said you’re working hard even for your wife, Michelle, right?”
“Yes, four! Do you want me to do something…?”
“Isn’t that the only thing a grown man and woman can do when they’re alone?”
“That, that’s…”

The Countess, blushing and hesitating.
Haha. If it was a dirty thing, he would have done it countless times, but why is he arrogant?

“Shall we do a physical examination of her wife first?”
“Oh…”

She tugs at the loosely knotted bosom straps of her dress. Her knots untied effortlessly, exposing her corseted inner flesh.
I can’t say that the wife’s body, which is also old, is solid. However, even such a sloppy body has its own charm. The corset’s pitiful efforts to forcibly hold down the sagging flesh were rather stimulating my sensibilities.

“Ohhh. This is the Countess’ chest.”
“Ah…”

Indeed, this was the reason why the pig even killed her older brother to claim it.
Gently pulling on the tied ribbon, the corset loosened and a large lump of fat was released.
It was a bit saggy because it was too voluptuous, but that added more realism. It was good enough by my standards.

“Ohhh, it’s soft. I like it.”
“Ah, Count, live a little longer…”

He wraps his hands behind him and massages his wife’s breasts. A voluptuous chest overflowing in both hands. The texture was good, perhaps because I ate good things.
Above all, it was unbearably irritating to see the wife of a prestigious family being treated carelessly by a kid like me and enduring shame.

“Ma’am. How many men have you had so far?”

He kneaded the mass with both hands and whispered in my ear.

“Two, two people…”
“Two? So you only have two husbands?”

At my question, the wife shyly nods her head.
I don’t know what my first husband was like, but I thought it wouldn’t be strange if he was a famous pig count pervert. Surprisingly, the possessiveness may have existed in pigs as well.

“Well, Count, there seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?”
“Hey, Count Louis Deruns took good care of our mother and daughter. She never asked for anything bad.”

In the woman’s resolute words, I could feel her obstinacy.

“Ehh? A lie.”
“It’s true, Count.”

She appealed as if her wife was a little unfair.
Hmm. What? Why is your wife on the side of the Pig Count? You know I didn’t like it very much. The fact that I played a decisive role in killing Count Pig.

“Madam. I don’t know why you want to cover up that pig, but I already know the victim of that pig. The crime I committed is too great to cover up now.”
“I’m not saying this to cover up the sins he committed. But to say that he did things he didn’t even do…”
“Hmm.”

To be honest, I didn’t care much about what the pig was doing anymore. What does it mean to add or subtract sins to someone who has already died?
But I thought while rubbing my wife’s breasts. As expected, it is a waste of money for the pig count. It didn’t feel too good for his wife to side with the dead Count Pig.

“Then the pig count didn’t carelessly massage his wife’s breasts like this?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Then what is it? I’m the worse guy?”
“It’s not like that…”
“Well, that’s okay. Let’s stop talking about people who are already dead. The important thing is the people who survived and the people who will be born, right?”
“In the future… To be born?”
“Wouldn’t that be a very interesting spectacle if you were full of your wife’s situation?”
“That, that’s…”

She is only thirty now. She is still too old to quit. In order to atone for her sins, she must cooperate in increasing the country’s population. Isn’t it said that population is national power?

“Madam. A wife is, so to speak, a reward bestowed on me by His Majesty the King. It would not be the duty of a subject if I did not properly use the reward I received from His Majesty, right?”

He continued to caress her breasts and whisper in her ear. The more you massage her breasts, the lower her stress level and the higher her erection level.
Oh oh. Oh, her breasts. A magical item that makes you healthy just by touching it.

“…Count. I have a request for you.”
“Huh? Tell me first.”

My wife cautiously spoke to me while enjoying the magic item. The flow of the story gave her the feeling that it might not be a favor she would be too eager to grant.

“I know it’s a shameless request. But… Can you give me some time, even for a few days?”
“Time? What time?”
“No matter how much Count Ruiderun was a sinner, he was my husband. Being embraced by another man as soon as he lost his partner…”

It was a truly unimaginable proposition.
I could never have imagined that the wife of a great sinner who would go down in history would pretend to be a widow. I couldn’t contain the burst of laughter.

“Kek … Fuchs. Mrs.. Really funny words. What are you going to keep in mind from the count of the pig?”
“Count…”

The Countess looked back at me with her longing eyes. She seems to be serious about her wife.
What the. Did she really think of the pig count as her husband? I don’t know how else to take this.

“Madam. Don’t you think you know too? What did the Pig Count do? How did he treat the woman he brought into this house? Doesn’t that mean the hostess didn’t know?”
“Ha, but that’s for political reasons…”
“Politics? Are you going to rape women?”
“Oh no…!”

As he squeezed her nipple in anger, the Countess groaned in pain.
Oops I didn’t mean to vent my anger like this. When she first met Melissa, she thought of the scarred body she had seen and inadvertently went into strength.
That’s why I shouldn’t break her precious breasts so easily. I whispered softly to soothe my troubled heart.

“Well, I can understand your wife’s feelings. There are women in the world who fall in love with the man who raped her. She must be a victim of brainwashing by that pig count.”
“Brainwashing…But I.”
“Of course, I’m not the kind of person to just get over it just because I understand. I’ll thoroughly re-educate you, just like Count Pig did to the other women.”

And I lifted my wife up in a hug to change my seat.
Perhaps the wife thought that she would start her business like this, but there was a separate place for her in this mansion.

“Uh, where are you going?”
“I’ll know when I go.”

I moved the place with the chest already exposed. Her naked wife struggled in embarrassment, but I left her room holding her in my arms.

The mansion was already properly hired, so there were soldiers, servants, and maids to guard. They were embarrassed to see the half-naked wife, but she hurriedly left the place, pretending not to see it, perhaps not wanting to be involved in the aristocratic play. The lady covered her face and breasts to shield herself from her curious gaze.

And it was in the former count’s office that I brought her wife. The reason she brought her wife into the office without a bed was because there were things her wife would like in this room.

“Ah…!”

A portrait of Count Pig hangs in this office.
A portrait refers to a picture drawn after imitating the appearance of a certain person, but the portrait of Count Pig in this room is so enormous that one wonders what the hell he was thinking.
Enough to fill one wall. In addition, his drawing skills are not average, and he can feel the dirty feeling as if a live pig count is looking down. Even the portraits of past kings would not have been like this. Even I, who is quite confident in my appearance, cannot dare to draw such a portrait. In that sense, the Pig Count could be said to be quite a great guy.

“Ah, honey…!”

The woman, whose eyes met the portrait, suddenly began to sob. And I looked down at such a wife with an absurd feeling.

What the. Where does that pig have a charm worth longing for? The pig count in the portrait was so buried in his skin that it seemed like he was breathing properly, and his eyes, nose and mouth were barely distinguishable. I couldn’t understand the wife’s heart, shedding tears for missing her, even though she couldn’t be relieved after she died.

“Now, ma’am, it’s not time for her to cry. Let’s enjoy it in front of her husband.”
“Ah, no, Count. You can’t do this…!”

Remove all remaining clothes from her wife’s body. Perhaps because the portrait of Count Pig was watching her, she hated her wholeheartedly.
Of course, the more she hated her, the more I burned. It’s a gigantic garbage portrait that can’t even be sold, but it’s fortunate that it’s useful.

“Geuk. That Pig Count deserves pampering. He’s got a good body.”

Did he treat the slave brought in from outside as precious as he did while torturing and putting a round bread on him? It was a surprisingly sweet pig. It’s quite I can’t forgive

“Ah, honey, I’m sorry! Honey, ah…!”

Shaking her head, he grabs the rebellious wife from behind and thrusts her son into it.
Even the wife, who was initially rebellious, declared unconditional surrender when a massive mass weapon pierced her body.

“Ohhh? Ma’am, that’s too easy for her dislike? How did this happen? Were you expecting it unexpectedly?”
“Ah, ah…”

She was a pursed-lipped woman, but her moans leaked through her lips every time I poked her.
Maybe it’s because she’s had her own childbirth experience, and the texture of her vagina was different from that of her virgins. Rather than squeezing it roughly, it feels like gently wrapping it around and teasing my son. Thanks to that, my son was able to relax and enjoy the vagina’s caress rather than rushing into it with excitement.

“Madam. Are you enjoying yourself? How does it compare to your husband? Can’t you win against the husband you love?”
“Ugh, ugh…”

I deliberately asked spitefully as I stabbed the wife who was leaning on the sofa from behind. But the wife seemed unable to afford to continue her conversation.

The vagina was overflowing with water, and water splattered in all directions whenever I poked it. The muscles in her body were constantly twitching and flattering my son. Even if her wife didn’t tell her, she could tell that her body was clearly enjoying the action with me.

“Ah, hah, hah…!”

As the act continued, she began to gasp as if she couldn’t stand it even if she denied it. Her initial dislike of her attitude was gone. She squeaks when pricked, and she angles her hips herself to find a more pleasing spot.

“Then let’s finish the first one. Madame, open her womb and receive it with gratitude. It’s a precious seed that will become Michelle’s younger sister.”
“Oh, no! Not inside!”
“What’s wrong?”

I grabbed her ass as she tried to escape and started her last spurt. The sound of flesh colliding echoes the room coolly.

“Eulyaeulya! Cheap dot!”
“Ahhhhh…!!”

Shaking semen from the deepest part of her wife’s trembling body. My son thrust his head through the opening of his womb.

“Kuh… Whoa…”

After my first ejaculation, I let her go. The wife, slumped on her couch, was holding her breath with her face as if she had half lost her mind.

“Hu… Kyuby.”
“Qubit?”

After looking down at her for a moment, I decided to take out my secret weapon. Compared to when I first summoned it, it was a succubus familiar who had grown considerably.
Kyubi’s exact abilities are unknown, but she has been quite capable in the sexual area so far. In particular, it was clear that she had a special ability, seeing that she thoroughly fooled Ulan.

“Cuby. You know what to do?”
“Cubbit!”

When he said this while pointing at his fallen wife, Kyuby smiled sinisterly and gave a salute. Even if her words didn’t work, she seemed to know why I called her.
The reason for calling the cubby is simple. It was to erase the traces of Count Pig by thoroughly training Mrs. Rebecca just like Cuby did to Ulan.
Of course, this time, I’m not going to leave it to Kyubi alone, I’m thinking of working together as well. Because I have to take the place that erased Count Pig.

“Now, Kyubi, let’s begin. Let’s make it clear who we should live with from now on.”
“Cubbit!”

I couldn’t be more reassured to see Kyubi answering with an evil smile.

“Ahhh…”

Seeing the two of us approaching, Mrs. Rebecca trembled. Her wife’s ordeal had just begun.