Chapter 46 - The Start of the Confrontation with Lespar

Still thoroughly enjoying the affair.

Spread-eagled beneath me was the wife, her entire body coated in semen. Her genitals and nipples were fully exposed, and with all traces of modesty gone, she bared a voluptuous, naked body perfectly befitting the title of a "mature woman."

Having repeated the act five or six times since we started—alternating between being filled and being showered in semen—the wife was groggy and gasping for breath. It felt as though her physical stamina simply couldn't keep up with the relentless waves of pleasure.

"...You are truly a beast... ❤️❤️ To launch such a savage, animalistic sexual assault on an older woman like me... ❤️❤️"

"It felt good, didn't it?"

Animalistic sex, devouring each other.

"Clean me up for the finish. Use your mouth on my cock—it's all sticky with your pussy juices."

"Hmphh...! ❤️❤️"

Without waiting for an answer, I thrust my penis into her elegant mouth. Is it irrumatio since it’s a forced blowjob? Regardless, I fixed her head in that position and forced her to become a tool for stroking my penis.

"Hmpphh! ❤️❤️ Hmmphhhh! ❤️❤️ Hmppphh! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Since she is a refined noble lady, the concept of a blowjob might not even have existed for her. Sucking a penis is surely far too vulgar. However, unlike the vagina, a blowjob—which cannot happen unless the woman opens her mouth of her own volition—is proof that she has accepted the sex from the bottom of her heart. From a man's perspective, there is a definite sense of conquest.

I had already violated her genitals extensively and felt I had conquered this female body, yet to push the occupation even further, I unleashed my essence deep within her throat.

"HHHMMMMPPPHHH!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Make sure you swallow it all. A 'flesh toilet' is supposed to keep every last drop of semen inside her body."

I intended for it to be a "cleaning" blowjob, but I ended up performing a full-scale oral ejaculation.

Well, now that my penis was clean and I had ejaculated so many times, I figured my time violating this wife was coming to an end.

"Just kidding—BAM!"

"Khhhyaaaaaaa! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

My penis plunged back into her vagina. The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out. Smack-smack-smack-smack!

"This is bad...!? Your body is so attractive I can't stop. Even if I pull it out, I put it right back in again...!"

"Aaanh!❤️❤️ My pussy is going to break!❤️❤️ Pussy, pussy! ❤️❤️"

However, her voice was definitely melting with the enjoyment of the sex. Her female organs, which had been denied a man for so long, were now releasing a massive surge of pent-up greed.

"My husband is sleeping in the next room; we don't know when he'll wake up... ❤️❤️ If we keep going too long, he'll notice us! ❤️❤️"

"That’s because you keep letting out these massive, loud moans. If you don't want to wake him, why don't you lower your voice?"

"I can't! ❤️❤️ It feels too good, a loud voice just comes out!❤️❤️ My pussy feels so goooooood! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

The libido of a woman who has entered her mature years was truly terrifying. It felt as if my penis, already inserted to the base, was being swallowed even deeper.

"...Ma'am, I’ve been thinking..."

"Feh?"

I spoke without stopping the sex.

"Maybe we should just have your husband arrested?"

"Eh!? What do you mean by that!?"

Despite being drowned in the pleasure of the affair, she seemingly still loved her husband. At the mention of his crisis, her dazed expression tightened up.

"You promised you would clear his name! I gave you my body for that very reason...!!"

Wait? Was there actually such an intention behind this sex? I thought we were just indulging in pure pleasure.

"Calm down. That’s why we’re going to arrest and detain him."

"How does that work?"

In short, here is the plan: The premise is that her husband, Suppapan, is being framed by someone. He was brainwashed into elitist ideologies via a honey trap, and rumors were spread to make it look like he ordered the Queen's assassination. The situation practically screams "suspect Suppapan." If there is a conspirator who created this situation, why don't we just play along with their scheme?

"That person... or those people... might get careless and slip up. Even if they don't, once they confirm their success, they'll move to the next stage. I highly doubt framing your husband is the ultimate goal."

We find the opening there.

"So you're... going to use my husband as bait?"

"Depending on how you look at it, yes. However, the arrest will be a front; I promise he will be well-protected in a place where outside eyes can't reach. I'll negotiate that with the Queen."

"But...!?"

The wife still didn't seem convinced. That’s understandable; even if it's a bluff, being arrested as an attempted regicide would kill Suppapan's career. He would be officially recognized as a suspect, and even if he were safely released, it wouldn't be easy to regain his reputation. The wife worried about all this while still gripping a stranger's rod with her vagina.

...I’ll give her one more push.

"There is one thing about this proposal that benefits you personally, Ma'am."

"Eh? What is it?"

"Even if it’s a fake arrest, Suppapan won't be able to move during that time. 'Locked up' might be the wrong word... but we have to make the arrest look real, so we can't have him wandering around freely."

"T-that's true...!"

"He'll likely be confined to a single room. And the only person allowed in or out will be you."

"Me? Why?"

"Only family is allowed to visit a suspect, right?"

And so, a man who had been frequenting cabaret clubs every day would suddenly be stuffed into a room where he can't touch any women. Forced celibacy.

"In that situation, the only woman who visits him is you. No matter how much interest he's lost in you, do you think he'll be able to suppress his lust in that state?"

Especially for a wife whose feminine allure has fully blossomed after being held by me... She would easily conquer a man like Suppapan, who fell so easily for a hostess with an ulterior motive.

"My... that is... ❤️❤️"

Having heard the story to the end, the flame of lewdness lit up in her expression. The "lust-flesh" wrapping around my penis increased its moisture. Was she imagining herself being violated by her husband in a prison cell?

"That is a wonderful proposal... ❤️❤️ If my husband ejaculates inside me then, as well... ❤️❤️"

It’s the perfect way to create an alibi.

Before that, I’ll violate her some more. Her husband is dead to the world and won't be waking up anytime soon.

...Ah. I forgot to ask her name until the very end.

◆

I presented the idea I had conceived at Suppapan's manor directly to the Queen.

"Hmm...?"

The Queen wore an expression that suggested she wasn't quite following.

"Why such a roundabout method? Is it not sufficient for Suppapan to simply be the culprit?"

"He is not the culprit."

The more I investigate, the deeper that conviction becomes. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no physical evidence to prove it.

"The person who planned to harm Your Majesty is undoubtedly someone else, and they are trying to pin that crime on Suppapan. My intention is to play along with their plan in order to smoke them out."

"Are you referring to Lespar?"

The name the Queen mentioned belongs to her other successor candidate alongside Suppapan. A royal relative who also serves as one of the Knight Commanders of the Royal Capital: Lespar.

"If Suppapan is kicked down, then my succession will finally be officially decided in his favor. It is true that this series of disturbances works to his advantage. But is the actual profit worth the risk of committing such a crime?"

"Even without such a conspiracy, could Lespar have won the race for succession?"

"Did I not say so before?"

It’s true—if someone takes a risk in a battle they could win just by sitting still, then that person is a fool.

Lespar fits that description in this case, but perhaps there is a reason to take a risk that we can't see yet. Even now, I don't have the slightest clue what that might be.

"This is a performance to smoke that reason out. I've investigated as much as can be investigated. All that's left is to throw a stone into the situation and let the ripples spread."

"The Gendarmerie is also feeling stuck. It was all well and good to begin the crackdown on this 'Neo-Assassin Guild,' but the information extracted was only from low-level grunts. The meeting places and contacts they've seized are all small fry; there is no lead whatsoever to the upper management."

"Is that so...!?"

That was the information I had Dark confess.

"Under these circumstances, where we want to cling to anything we can, it may be worth adopting your strategy."

"Your Majesty!"

"Besides, if the plan fails, we can just officially make Suppapan the culprit at that point."

"Your Majesty!?"

As expected of a ruler of a nation. Her dry pragmatism in decision-making sent a chill down my spine.

That very day, the Gendarmerie stormed Suppapan's manor, arresting and detaining him on suspicion of the attempted assassination of the Queen. The news raced through the capital, shocking the people, but that was exactly according to plan. I needed the news to reach the ears of the one person I wanted to hear it most.

And, as if to say it had reached him loud and clear, the reaction happened immediately.

◆

"Aunt, I thank you for granting me this sudden audience."

Knight Commander Lespar arrived before the Queen on the very same day Suppapan was arrested. That was fast. The fastest possible response.

"The urgent matter I have come to discuss concerns my cousin, Lord Suppapan." 

"So you have heard? Your ears are sharp indeed," the Queen replied. 

"I still find it hard to believe! That a member of the royal family, a man possessing the right of succession, would attempt to slay Her Majesty... what madness could have possessed him to do such a thing!?"

First, Lespar made a show of expressing his shock and agitation regarding Suppapan's arrest, as if following a prescribed script.

And then...

"However, now that it has come to this, Lord Suppapan is no longer fit to be Your Majesty's successor. If he is disinherited, I am the sole remaining possessor of the right of succession. I, Lespar, am the only one...!"

Here it comes.

"Therefore, Your Majesty, I have come to request that you formally recognize me as the official heir to the throne. It is precisely because the successor has not been clearly established that insolent scoundrels are moved to conspire! For the stability of the nation, I beg of you!"

Make me the official successor. Lespar pressed the Queen with this demand. This transparent obsession aligned perfectly with my intuition.

"Hmm..." The Queen remained entirely unfazed by the handsome man looming before her.

"I suppose so. Since there is only one candidate left, there is little point in being coy. Even if I do not formally appoint you, those around us will surely lift you up of their own accord."

"Your insight is most profound."

"Very well, Lespar. I shall appoint you as my legitimate successor."

"Thank you!!"

"However, there is a condition."

"Eh?"

Lespar looked up with an expression of surprise at the Queen's following words. For just a moment, his true nature slipped through.

"Oh, it is merely a small test of skill. Before you are made King, I wish to demonstrate your aptitude to those both inside and outside the court. It would be regrettable for you to be seen as having been chosen simply because there was no one else, would it not?" "Indeed...!"

This was likely not part of his plan. Lespar showed obvious agitation, but he managed to swallow it instantly and regained his composure.

"I understand. I, Lespar, shall endure any trial and prove that my qualities are truly fit for a King."

"That is the spirit. Now, as for the specific details of the trial..."

All the while, I was standing beside the Queen, observing the exchange between the two. For some reason, I’m being treated as a knight guarding the Queen’s side in a public setting. Or maybe a page? I’m supposed to be just a student born in the countryside—how did it end up like this?

"To the south of the Capital, at a distance of about eight days' ride, lies a rugged mountain range. It is a volcanic zone where lava constantly overflows from active volcanoes, creating a scorched hellscape at the base. It is a realm of death where no living thing can dwell."

The intro alone sounded like Nightmare Difficulty.

"There lives one of the Great Six Spirits: Napalm, the Spirit of Fire. Your trial is to bring back its treasure, the 'Pyro-Stigma.'"

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