266: An unwanted woman… 2?

**Chapter 266**

Elara stayed on her knees longer than a noblewoman should have.

Valeria was still bent over the desk, legs shaking, that marked ass held open in Elara’s hands. Her pussy was a wreck up close, swollen, glossy, the inner lips puffy and loose from being fucked and then sucked, a slow mix of my cum and her own slick still welling at the entrance every time she clenched. Elara’s mouth came off her with a wet sound and a string of mixed white that stretched from her tongue to Valeria’s clit before it broke on her inner thigh. She rose the way she did everything else in this room, without hurry, without apology, and dragged her thumb once across her lower lip as if she had only been checking a result. The smear she wiped away was not only mine.

Then she lifted her hand and slapped Valeria’s ass again.

The cheek was already red from both of us, hot under the blow, the fat of it jumping around nothing. Valeria’s hole clenched on empty air, and a tiny spurt jumped out of her pussy, not a gush, a thick little pulse of leftover cum and her own juices that landed on her thigh. Alas, her ass was no longer parted by Elara’s hands, so I couldn’t see her pussy doing the nasty feat with my eyes.

“Hnnng—ahh—!”

Half a moan. Half a grunt. Punched out of a woman who couldn’t stand and couldn’t think. Elara hit the other side, measured, not as hard as the slap that had broken her on my cock, but hard enough that the flesh rolled and the red deepened. Another pulse left Valeria. A bead at the stretched rim. Then another, smaller, squeezed out when her cunt fluttered and failed to close. Her thighs trembled and tried to shut.

“Put her on the couch,” she said. “She looks like she needs rest.”

I lifted Valeria off the desk without a word of complaint.

She was heavy in the way a spent body was heavy, all tits and ass and loose limbs. The skirt was still bunched at her waist. I laid her on her side on the couch so that ass faced the room. It stayed huge on the cushions, cheeks parted, but still not enough to reveal anything from her forbidden gardens. Not that there was much of a garden anyway. Only pink, slightly red now, messy, soft caves of pleasure.

She was passed out. Her mouth stayed slack. The prints on her ass, mine darker on the underside, Elara’s stacked on the fullest part, sat there like a record nobody in this house had a word for.

Elara sat back down at her desk as if the last hour had been another report.

The gown was dark where spit had landed and darker where Valeria’s juices had smeared when Elara had had her face in that cunt. A smear of my cum sat at the corner of her mouth. Her lips were shiny from both of us. She did not wipe it off at once. When she finally dragged her thumb across the corner, a thread of white came away with the gloss of Valeria, and she looked at it the way she looked at anything she had decided to understand, before putting the finger in her mouth methodically and licking it up.

“Hers is bitter,” she said. “Yours is sweet. Together it is tolerable.”

That was all the review I got.

I looked at Valeria again because the view was still doing work. Skirt up. On her side. That ass facing out, heavy enough that one cheek stacked on the other, marked, faintly trembling when she breathed. Between her thighs, the shine had not dried. The slap that had made a first-circle maid come stupid was still printed on the skin above it.

Elara followed my gaze and then ignored it.

“A year,” she said.

I looked back at her. The smear at the corner of her mouth was smaller now and still there.

“You asked for nine months. I will give you a year. We’ll see how it goes.”

I nodded. Elara had that much power after all.

“You will not be disappointed, my lady.”

Elara’s eyes stayed flat. No smile. No thanks. No assurance.

Now that that was out of the way, another issue…

“There is also my family,” I said, a little practiced hesitation in my voice. I explained the circumstances, how I had also done the same to them as I did to Valeria, and I required a cover-up for them just the same as Valeria did.

She was quiet long enough that I thought she might refuse. Her gaze went to Valeria, as if questioning, and then understanding why I had chosen Valeria when I could have presented my family as proof

“Alright. I’ll have someone bring them here.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

But why not me? Well, her next words explained it.

“Someone needs to tend to our guests. Since Valeria seems like she’ll sleep through the entire day.” Elara’s voice stayed sharp.

“Leave it all to me, my lady.”

I should’ve been more reluctant.

I wasn’t.

George had only smelled what I was after we had already been well into the fight. These three were not George. The priest looked like paper and patience. The paladin looked younger and not at George’s level. He was right. The church didn’t have many like him.

The nun looked like the fakest genre I had ever liked and the most dangerous woman in the room, because she had sat through the word *Demon* with soft eyes, a veil over her mouth, and a body the robe could not hide, tits holding the cloth up, ass spilling off a chair even when she sat like she was praying.

If they had a rite that could pick my kind out of a servant line, I wanted to know it while they were still guests on Elara’s land, not after they had gone home and come back with a banner. Better to learn the shape of it now, while it was the three of these, weaker than me combined.

A fight was coming anyway.

The window was still blinking at the edge of my sight.

[An unwanted woman II]

[Rank: A+]

[Description: In life, there come things that are beautiful but full of thorns. Again.

The same goes for a beauty dressed in holy cloth.

Would it not be better to facilitate the growth of the user through such beauty, then? Again.

A sister who hunts Demons should not be left to finish her hunt]

[Task: Kill the nun who arrived with the church]

[Reward: Level +3]

[Punishment: ???]

[Duration: Four weeks]

As always, the system quests were poorly descriptive.

I still remembered the knightess with the fat and ugly noble lord, Ruuthaven, back in Hector Town. The system had asked something very simple then.

Kill her.

The system never asked if I wanted the woman first. It never asked if I wanted the veil off, or those tits out of church cloth, or that spilling ass bent the way Valeria’s had just been bent, red and leaking. It named her unwanted and put a timeline on the clock.

I closed the window and kept walking.

There were too many questions. Such as why I didn’t receive the same quest when it was Alena Monroe, the knightess with the same face as that female knight next to Elara after we returned from the royal castle. I knew I had seen those eyes underneath the veil somewhere. They were the same, although I couldn’t confirm at the moment since she seemed strict about wearing the veil.

I had more questions. But for now, I pushed them aside. There was work to do.

The guest rooms for the church guests were arranged in a proper wing, big and private. They had been given different rooms, but I could hear voices from one room only. I suspected they were all there, discussing how to move from there.

I knocked.

The voices stopped.

The door opened on gold.

The paladin filled the frame the way George’s armor used to, younger in the jaw, eyes already doing a count of my hands and my throat. As if assessing whether I was a threat or not.

Behind him I saw the priest still seated and the nun standing to his left, white robe, veil, those soft eyes over cloth. The robe still lost. Her tits held the front of it up in that same engineering problem. Her hips made the skirt of the cloth flare even when she only stood.

I smiled. I bowed the house way. Forty-five degrees. Hand on chest.

“I am sent by Grand Lady Elara to assist our guests in any way possible.”

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