Chapter 123 Interlude: Marguerite and Francesca
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”First, I’ll make you clean,” Marguerite said.
She began to lap at my length, her tongue swirling with wet, rhythmic strokes to clear away the sticky heat of my own release and Francesca’s lingering traces.
I watched her, my mind drifting. How did she change this much? Her father, Lord Georg, had described her as the pinnacle of purity – a refined, innocent maiden who knew nothing of the world’s stains. He’d been exaggerating by at least a thousand percent, but that was the gist of it.
”You’re quite the lewd one, Marguerite,” I muttered. “Your father-in-law painted a much more wholesome picture.”
”Oh? That isn’t quite right,” Marguerite replied with a playful hum between wet laps. “I am of age, after all. It’s only natural to have an interest in such intimate matters. Besides, Jessica and I spent many hours loving each other just like this.”
So that was it. She and Jessica had been involved. No wonder Jessica called her ‘Big Sister’ with such reverence. Still, the transformation was jarring.
”Aren’t you being a bit too depraved?” I asked.
”If I am, it is only because of you, my Lord,” Marguerite said, looking up with a flush. “You’ve thoroughly ‘developed’ me with that body of yours. I can hardly help myself now desuwa.”
It was my fault, then. Not that I minded. I preferred my women naughty. If I was the one who broke her in, it was my responsibility to keep providing the pleasure she craved.
”There, you’re all clean,” Marguerite said.
Thanks to her diligent mouth, I was slick and glistening once more. I’d already regained my hardness – though truth be told, I hadn’t lost it to begin with.
Marguerite sprawled back onto the bed, spreading her legs in a silent invitation and raising her arms over her head.
”Now, my Lord… I am ready whenever you are. Please,” Marguerite whispered, “grant your mercy to my aching depths…”
She was being refined again, using that archaic, flowery language because Francesca was watching. It didn’t do much for me.
”Come on, Marguerite. You can say it better than that,” I teased. “Something a bit more… appropriately filthy.”
”You’re so cruel,” Marguerite pouted, turning her face away. But she knew as well as I did that the vulgarity was the spark. “Please! Take your thick, black-veined c**k and impale me! Drive it into your slutty Marguerite until I can’t think desuwa!”
”That’s more like it,” I said.
I lined myself up against her and thrust home in one heavy motion.
”Ah! Yes! That’s it!” Marguerite wailed, her face instantly twisting into a mask of pure, mindless arousal. “The same wicked heat that ruined me! More! Give me more desuwa!”
The “refined lady” was gone. The moment I entered her, she was a wreck of pleasure. I wondered if her libido was actually bottomless. Even after I’d finished with Francesca, she was still this greedy.
”Incredible,” Francesca whispered, her throat hitching as she watched us. “To see the Young Mistress so… undone.”
Francesca had a way of sticking to those formal titles – Madame for Lil, Princess for Leki. It was a bit old-fashioned, but it suited her. I didn’t want to leave her out of the fun.
”Francesca, help her feel even better,” I commanded.
”Yes, Master!” Francesca leaned in. “Pardon me, Young Mistress…”
As Francesca began to suckle and tease Marguerite’s breasts, I buried myself deep, my thrusts growing more violent. The room filled with the heavy rhythm of skin slapping against skin and the wet, squelching sounds of our joining.
”No! Wait! I can’t – it’s too much!” Marguerite cried out.
”Make up your mind,” I grunted. “Is it too much, or is it good?”
”It’s good! It’s too good! I’m going! I’m c**ming desuwa!”
Marguerite’s body seized, her muscles clamping down on me in a desperate, shivering climax. She was done for now, but I was still far from my own peak. Francesca saw the look in my eyes and moved into position, arching her back and presenting herself. Her p**sy was already twitching, dripping with anticipation.
”Master… it hurts,” Francesca moaned. “Please, use that massive c**k to discipline your shameless bitch.”
”If you’re asking for a lesson, I’ll give you one,” I said, gripping her hips and driving inside.
”Oh, God… it’s perfect,” Francesca gasped. “Master, your c**k is the absolute best!”
”Is that right? Better than the others?”
”There is… no comparison!” Francesca wailed as I hit the back of her womb. “Compared to you, that pig Antonio was a joke! His techniques were child’s play! My body doesn’t even remember them when you’re inside me!”
Every time I bottomed out, she let out a sharp, melodic cry. It irritated me to think of that pig touching her, so I pushed harder, aiming for the very back.
”Tell me again,” I demanded.
”Your c**k is the only one! The only one that matters! Ah! Ahhh!”
I gave a final, brutal surge, and I felt myself slip past a barrier. I’d pierced right into her cervix ¹.
”Hiiiii! What – what was that?!” Francesca’s voice broke into a high-pitched shriek. “Something… something just opened! It feels too good! I’ve never felt anything like this!”
It was a first for me, too. The sensation of being gripped by her very core was intense. As I tried to pull back, it felt like I was dragging her insides out with me. Francesca was a mess of tears and drool, her expression one of terrifying, ecstatic joy.
”My, my,” Marguerite said, having recovered enough to crawl over. “It looks like something incredible is happening. Husband, let me see where you’re joined with her.”
She watched with predatory focus as I shifted Francesca into a different position. Marguerite leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick at the point of entry, tasting both of us.
”No… Young Mistress… not there! It’s too much!” Francesca cried.
”Oh, punctuation marks… But you’re crying for more down here,” Marguerite teased, her tongue circling the sensitive nub of Francesca’s clitoris while I continued to pump inside her.
”I can’t! I’m losing it! I’m c**ming again!”
With a final, desperate spray, Francesca collapsed. As I finally withdrew, I saw a flash of pink – her internal tissues had been pushed out by the sheer force of the climax. A uterine prolapse ². I’d never seen it in person, but in this world, things tended to go to extremes.
”I’ll push it back in. Tell me if it hurts,” I said.
”I’m… fine,” Francesca wheezed.
I carefully guided everything back into place. I’d have Honoka look at her later just to be safe. But I still had a problem.
”I still haven’t finished,” I reminded them.
They’d both gone over the edge twice, and I was still standing. I decided to make them work for it. I had them stack together – Marguerite on her back and Francesca face-down on top of her. It was a clamshell ³ position, their private parts pressed together in a wet, inviting mess.
”This is a hell of a view,” I remarked.
”This is… a bit embarrassing,” Francesca whispered.
”Really? Lil and Honoka love this one,” I said, sliding myself between them.
I didn’t enter either of them yet. Instead, I rubbed against both their openings at once. The friction of my skin against theirs, combined with their own bodies pressing together, sent them both into a fresh frenzy of squirming.
”Ah! It’s rubbing right against me!” Marguerite gasped.
The two of them began to kiss, a deep, frantic exchange. I felt a twinge of jealousy watching them focus on each other. I slapped Francesca’s rear to get their attention.
”Hey. Who are you with right now?” I asked, stopping my movement.
”With you… Husband,” Marguerite panted.
”With my Master,” Francesca echoed.
”Good.”
I resumed the friction, moving with savage speed until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
”I’m finishing! I’m going to cover you both!”
I let go, my release hitting them with enough force to make them cry out one last time. We lay there in a tangle of limbs and spent heat.
”I bet Lil and Honoka feel like this every day desuwa…”
”Master… that was incredible…”
As I pulled away, I realized I was already stirring again. The two women shared a look and crawled back toward me.
”Please,” they whispered in unison. “Punish your unfaithful sluts one more time desuwa.”
I was happy to oblige.
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Summary:
Protagonist engages in a multi-partner s*xual encounter with Marguerite and Francesca. The chapter focuses on the girls’ corruption and their willingness to embrace vulgarity for Protagonist’s pleasure. The scene pushes physical boundaries, including a uterine prolapse, before concluding with the promise of more rounds.
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Trivia:
- Marguerite’s previous relationship with Jessica.
- Francesca’s past training under Antonio and her low opinion of him.
- The specific titles Fran uses (Madame, Princess) as world-building hierarchy markers.
- Protagonist’s jealousy when the two girls focus on each other during the act
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Character Insight:
Marguerite continues to shed her ‘pure maiden’ persona in favor of becoming Protagonist’s ‘slut,’ showing a preference for vulgarity. Francesca reinforces her total submission to Protagonist, viewing her previous s*xual education as useless compared to him.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author notes that this chapter (11.5) is purely erotic fanservice following Chapter 11 and was written based on reader requests.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Marguerite – Young girl with long, pale blue hair in a catatonic state. Possesses ‘slight’ buds for breasts. Daughter of the Master of Merchant Guild Foxia.
• Francesca – Female assassin, Level 28. Young with a sharp-featured face that dissolves under arousal. Has small body, medium silver hair, modest breasts, and is skilled in spying and assassination.
• Fran – Chaperone for the girls. Uses kunai in combat. Does not possess the Item Box skill.
• Georg – Master of Merchant Guild Foxia, silver-haired middle-aged gentleman.
• Jessica – A girl with a refined speech style and an intense, obsessive devotion to her sister. She has pink-blonde hair styled into vertical ringlets, green eyes, and short stature. AA chest.
• Leki – Lil’s daughter. Height: 140 cm, B-W-H: 70, 54, 69. She looks more like a Siberian Husky puppy than a wolf. Honestly, she just looks like a stuffed toy, recently transformed into a human form. Now use great axe as weapon.
• Lil – One of the heroines. Height 166 cm, B-W-H: 90-56-90. She is a top-tier beauty with long indigo hair down to her waist, a large scar on her abdomen and sharp golden eyes. She has wolf ears and a tail.
• Antonio – Slaver Guild Master. Obese, pig-like features, wearing gaudy clothes.
• Honoka – A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki, now a bound slave to him.
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