Volume 3 Chapter 24 C＊Ck Milk Tea
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(The conversation’s getting off-topic. If they keep discussing vampire-killing methods, I’ll be in trouble. I should interrupt and steer it back on course.)
”By the way, about the treatment…”
”I request that it be done through oral intake only. It’s just about time for Her Excellency’s lunch. Drinking it straight would be unpleasant, so after heat-sterilizing it, we plan to mask the taste with strong seasonings to make it easier to swallow.”
Lucretia responds immediately.
Christy places a hand on her chest and nods, “Yes, and──”
”I’ll handle the cooking, so Kian, just stand by with your d*ck ready.”
”Was there no other way to phrase that…”
”──Baron Mankovitch and I are outsiders, but we’ll keep a close watch around the main building to make sure no intruders appear. Lady Christina, Lord Kian, we’re counting on you.”
”I can’t leave Christina and Lord Kian alone. I’ll join you in the kitchen to supervise the cooking.”
Lucretia proposes this with a determined expression, clearly on guard.
She crosses her arms and looks up at Kian, continuing.
”Is it possible to strengthen Her Excellency’s body through oral intake alone?”
”I don’t know. I’ve never done it with a human before.”
”Of course not.”
”To perform the treatment on Her Excellency without ever having tested it on a human?”
Lucretia furrows her brows, but Maribel cuts in, “Lucretia, I trust Kian.” Still, Lucretia doesn’t seem convinced.
Kian speaks up.
”Even if it fails, nothing will happen to Her Excellency’s body. It’ll just end with my factors being too weak to take effect.”
”I guarantee that Kian’s s*men isn’t toxic. In fact, it might even improve her complexion.”
”Christy, if possible, I’d rather you not expose our private life so blatantly. I do have a sense of shame.”
”Ah…, s-sorry. I mean, what was I even saying?”
”Ahem. Now, Lord Kian, please head to the kitchen. You’ve already got a recipe in mind, right, Christina?”
”Of course. I’m not as good as Kian, but I’m quite the cook myself, so you can rest assured.”
”That’s a relief. I’m not much of a cook myself… Licht, Baron Mankovitch, please take care of the security. Make sure those gossip-loving ladies stay away.”
”Oh, leave it to me.” “I’m in charge.”
”I can’t wait to try this meal!”
Maribel said cheerfully, clapping her hands together.
It was quite a bold statement, considering the meal she was about to be served.
But then again, she had seemed rather pleased when she was playing with his manhood in the carriage earlier, so perhaps she wasn’t entirely opposed to it.
Maribel’s gentle smile was, in a way, a poker face.
…For some reason, Kian too, suddenly felt an intense urge to cover that prim and proper loli face with his cum.
”──────”
Kian adjusted his crotch in his pocket, a reflexive action, and then followed Christy and Lucretia out of the conference room towards the kitchen.
* * *
An hour later, Maribel’s lunch was ready.
Since the cooks and ladies-in-waiting were on break, it was Christy’s task to bring the prepared dishes and serve the drinks.
The dining area was a large hall on the first floor, with a spacious room adorned by a red carpet and a lone long table.
The rows of empty seats were a lonely sight, as was Maribel sitting alone at the head of the table.
But Maribel, Christy, and Lucretia didn’t seem bothered by the atmosphere.
Christy quickly pushed the cart with the dishes to the head of the table, while Lucretia stood straight against the wall, about 4-fifths of the way down the long table.
Kian moved towards the head of the table to ‘assist’ Christy with serving.
”I’ve taken care to kill the sp*rm and minimize any smell or taste.”
”Somehow, I’m feeling a bit nervous.”
”It’s okay. If you feel nauseous, swallow it without biting. The meat is ground steak, Kian’s special recipe, so it won’t get stuck in your throat.”
”Ground?”
”The nomadic horsemen from the northeast eat horse meat as a staple food during their expeditions. But military horses are often very tough and difficult to eat. So they pound the meat, cut it, knead it, and shape it into balls. They call this ground meat. I’m not using horse meat this time, but beef or pork works just as well, making the steak softer and easier to eat.”
Kian unbuttons his pants as he explains this.
By the way, he’s acting all knowledgeable, but this is all second-hand information from Robert, the owner of ‘The Boar’s Trot Inn.’
Plop…
”…H-Hold on. You’re not seriously going to use that of right now, are you?”
”No, I’m not.”
”Rather, you just casually took out your filthy rod, but under normal circumstances, that would be grounds for execution, Lord Kian.”
”I only took out my d*ck because I’m about to serve Your Excellency a very special tea.”
Kian winks, his eyes twinkling from behind the ‘glasses’, and positions the teacup Christy received in front of his p**is.
”Hmph!”
Spluuurt! Squelch, squelch, squelch! Glop, glop, glop, glop!
A vulgar sound, like defecation, explodes. Yellowish white liquid collects at the bottom of the teacup.
Maribel was struck speechless.
Lucretia turned her face away as if the very sight would rot her eyes, covering her mouth with her hand.
Amid the abnormal atmosphere, Christy, with extreme professionalism, poured the tea into the teacup Kian had handed her.
”Stir this… Alright, Manon, let’s moisten your throat first.”
”Um… is this a joke~?”
”Huh?”
”No, I’ll have it.”
Maribel raises the teacup with trembling hands. Kian wipes his p**is with a napkin and smiles.
”Freshly squeezed.”
”Ugh!”
”Hey, Lord Kian!”
”Right, fresh c*ck milk…Milk tea, but rather, c*ck milk tea!”
”Christina too!?”
”Um, what should I do? I don’t hate Kian, not at all… In fact, I was a little flustered, but to be so openly told… it does make me feel self-conscious about things like smell and color.”
”Your Excellency, while it’s still hot──”
Kian’s p**is was still rock-hard.
Taking advantage of this tense situation, to do something vulgar to Izerland’s princess, someone who normally wouldn’t be touched…
He couldn’t hide his excitement for the public drinking.
Maribel was just about to down the “c*ck milk tea” in one gulp—Kian had to be careful not to climax at that exact moment.
The young blonde princess stared down at the cloudy tea with a blank expression. Then, as if steeling herself, she took a small breath and brought the cup to her lips.
”Ugh… *cough*…”
(She drank it!)
Kian’s glasses glinted, and his lips curled into a natural smile.
On the other hand, Maribel buried her face in her emerald-blue dress, as if she wanted to hide from the world after drinking just 3 sips of tea.
”Ugh…*whimper*…o…*cough*…”
”Well, Manon?”
”That…it had a really strong, grassy smell, and it got stuck in my throat…but it wasn’t bad.”
”That’s…too vivid of a description! What should we do? I feel sick just thinking about it…”
”Next is the main course: ‘minced steak with white sauce’. The meat is a mixture of pork and beef. The side dish is fresh vegetables.”
”Kian’s…is that the white sauce?”
”Yes, that’s right, Your Excellency.”
Kian was smiling as he made more “c*ck tea”.
”You could say it’s my c*ck sauce.”
”That…well, couldn’t it have been a little more…designed? Because the steak is shaped like a rod, and with the white sauce, it kinda looks like…”
”It doesn’t look alike at all. Manon, you’re overthinking it.”
”Hmm. If the steak is a meat rod, then the broccoli side dish would be the pubic hair, wouldn’t it?”
”What are you talking about, Kian!?” “Are you doing this on purpose!?”
”──I’ll eat it.”
Maribel, ready to take up the fork.
She cut off a piece of steak precisely the right thickness, slathered it with white sauce, and brought it to her mouth.
”Mmm…”
A slurping, sucking sound, *munch, munch* echoed.
Before Maribel stood a teacup with s*men clinging to its rim.
The young princess’s fruit-like lips parted slightly, connected by several strands of the viscous, deviant warrior monk’s filth, her mouth’s upper and lower parts linked.
”……”
Maribel, without even a word of comment, silently wiped her mouth.
Then, *den!*
A final dish was placed before her.
”White stew, Your Excellency.”
”Straightforward, aren’t we…!”
”Ugh—! My eyes are rotting just from this sight!”
”I won’t waste food… But—ah, Kian, I won’t be needing a refill of your milk tea. Or is the amount of s*men I’ve consumed still not enough?”
”If we’re judging by whether it’s enough or not… then no, it’s not enough.”
Kian tucked his p**is back into his pants and fastened his button.
”More importantly, it seems the effects are lacking with this processed, heated s*men. I’ve been trying to mentally guide the cells and have them meld with Your Excellency’s body, but it feels like I’m getting no traction. Oral ingestion with this method is completely useless.”
”THen, spit it out already!”
Lucretia flung her fan.
”…I see. But I’ll have the stew. Since you’ve taken the trouble to make it.”
”Manon, you don’t have to force yourself.”
”No, Christy. It’s a little sticky, but if you just ignore that, it’s a delicious stew~. It’s fine.”
With a spoon, Maribel brought the milky white liquid to her mouth, stating this.
She furrowed her brows as she continued.
”However, this is a problem. If this is the case, it seems like I’ll need to either directly consume Kian’s…” *munch, munch*”…or have it administered rectally, taking in his raw, unheated s*men.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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