The Main Character is the Villain

I carefully put my knife to her fluffy, soft drawers. I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her, but Emilia stubbornly insisted that we had to copulate like this. She said it was to match my preference for beastfolk, but wasn't this fucking racist? How was this any different from painting one's face black to have sex with someone married to a black person?

However, I wasn't the type of person to ruin the mood with unpleasant words right before a set meal. She seemed happy thinking she had catered to my mood, and I could touch her cunt, so wouldn't it be a profitable trade for everyone? I carefully began to tear off her drawers with a letter opener.

"Haa... Shall I make goat sounds for you?"

"Please don't."

I resolutely refused and ripped the drawers open. Through the thin crevice, Emilia's pink inner flesh could be seen. I spread the hole in the drawers and inserted my finger to make it easier for me to put it in. There was no hair, but sticking my finger into the drawers really felt like touching a bushy cunt.

"Haeuk...!"

Even though I only inserted a finger, Emilia trembled and shook her buttocks. I slowly moved my finger back and forth, observing her reaction. Emilia's inner flesh bit my finger with a tightness unbefitting of a married woman, wriggling as if refusing to let go.

I inserted another finger and traced along her vaginal wall that pressed down firmly. Following the shape of my bending fingers, Emilia either raised her head to look at the ceiling or squeezed her thighs tightly while thrusting her buttocks up.

She was an animal right now. A beast seeking pleasure. She buried her face in the office desk and shook her buttocks this way and that, acting coquettishly toward me. Looking closely at her drawers, I noticed a part rolled up like a round tail near her tailbone.

"It was custom-made. Heueuk..."

The bastard who took this custom order must be dying to spread rumors about the grand duke's preferences, right? I got up from my seat and pressed Emilia down. Rubbing my groin against her raised buttocks, I unfastened the belt of my Priest's Robe pants. My stiffly erect penis seemed to prove that I was a zoophile. But I was not a zoophile. The woman I was having relations with right now was merely imitating a goat. There was a very big difference between the two.

"Aah... Aaht...! It's in... finally!"

Emilia let out an exclamation as if delighted and panted. My cock dug deep into her vagina and tapped gently against her cervix. Every time I moved my hips deeply, Emilia rubbed her face against the desk and let out a strange moan.

"Eugeuk...! Euk! Eugeuk! It's so good... I really can't feel... anything like this..."

She isn't going to die again, is she? Still, she said she was healthier than before, so wouldn't it be okay? Hoping that she wouldn't die, I restrained any violent movements and slowly moved my hips. The vaginal wrinkles squeezed me fiercely, urging for ejaculation. With her thighs tightly closed, Emilia turned her head and looked at me with an anxious gaze.

"More... please do it more strongly. I hate... being teased like this..."

"Ah... I mean, well..."

"Please. I want to feel it more, more..."

If it was like this, there was no need for me to hesitate. I grabbed her pelvis and pushed my hips up firmly. With just a single piston thrust, she let out a piercing scream and collapsed.

"Haeueueuk!"

But I couldn't stop here. Trusting in her health, I began to move my hips at an increasingly stronger and faster pace. Because I was thrusting over the furry panties, the sound of flesh slapping couldn't be heard, but a wet, squelching sound of water could still be heard from between her crotch.

Squelch squelch, squelch squelch

"Haeuk! Eok! Eugeuk! Ggeuk...! S-So good...! Eugeugeuk...! Eok...! Aaht...!"

She'll be okay, right? She'll really be fine, right? She isn't actually going to suddenly drop dead from this, right? There is a fucking huge difference between planned murder and accidental death by copulation. I wouldn't get caught for the former, but the latter was a matter where I could really get fucked over. Feeling anxious, I relaxed the power in my hips again and slowed down.

"Ggeueuk... Eueu... I-I'm fine... It feels... so good... Thrust... harder... Ah...!"

She smiled broadly even while letting out dying moans. I was a little scared, but I increased the speed again. Didn't she say she was fine? If someone said they were fine, it was bound to be fine. I began to thrust my hips so forcefully that a smacking sound could be heard even over the drawers.

"Aak! Aaagh! Eok! Eugeuk! S-So good! Aaagh! Ggeueuk! Ggeuk!"

Her moaning sound was also heading toward dying words. Emilia rolled her eyes back as she reached out into the empty air, then panted again and smiled broadly. Was she really dying? She kept reaching out into the empty air as if seeing her life flash before her eyes. In contrast, her cunt was squeezing my cock tightly.

"Ah, aah... Aaht...!"

"Eut!"

At the same time she was about to let out a moan reaching orgasm, I ejaculated my semen. Feeling my ejaculation, Emilia arched her back like a bow and let out a scream-like moan.

"Ah, aaaaaaaaaah!"

And then she collapsed with a thud. I also pulled my cock out of Emilia's cunt and let out a sigh. Emilia collapsed onto the office desk with her body drooping limply. I sat down on the floor and looked at her. Emilia didn't even twitch, remaining in the exact posture with her buttocks stuck out. Her intermittent trembling seemed just like rigor mortis.

"F-Fuck? Emilia? Emilia?"

Startled, I approached her. Emilia was choking with her eyes rolled back.

"Aheu... Eugeuk... Ggeuk... Kkeok... Kkeoeok..."

"Fuck! Fucking awful! Crazy bitch! Heal! Heal! Heal!"

I poured heal on her once again. Vitality returned to her whole body, and her heart, which had been on the verge of stopping, began to beat again. It didn't take that long to revive Emilia, who had experienced her life flashing before her eyes for the second time.

Recovering at a much faster rate than last time, Emilia was looking at me with an even more ecstatic expression. She tidied her attire and sat on the edge of the office desk, staring at me. Her face was still flushed, but she possessed the elegance befitting a noble's wife.

"Fufu... Lucius. As expected, it's only you. I never felt this kind of emotion while having sex with my husband. As expected, the only one who can give me a pleasure that feels like my heart is stopping is you, Lucius."

He must have been a very nice husband. To think it was possible to have sex with this kind of woman without killing her. It was clear that Emilia thought the near-death experience she had was some kind of hallucination caused by love, or something similar to a highly trained, extreme pleasure. She held my hand and spoke.

"Lucius. As I thought, you came to become my husband this time, right?"

"No. I had business in the Northern Mountains. You know this. Emilia. That I'm already married."

"You can just come up to the Northern Region as you are. It doesn't matter even if I'm the second wife. I'll build you a church for the Archdeity Church, and I can imitate a beastfolk for you every day. I'll even wear clothes made of scales for you. They say you cherish mermaids and beastfolk, but I can endure that much for you."

I wondered if she was saying this knowing that my first wife was a mermaid. Emilia's proposal was tempting if you listened roughly, but if you listened closely, there was nothing good for me. If I quit being the lord and came here, Emilia wasn't becoming my wife. I was becoming the husband of the Grand Duke of the North. There was a pretty big difference.

It meant that from then on, my daily routine would be subordinated to Emilia's daily routine. If I let Elsi, Cellu, or Eve live in this Northern Region where hatred for other species had reached its peak, they might really die.

On top of that, the Northern Region was the worst location for dungeon exploration or visiting Ahildern. I had no reason to throw away all these strengths and go to the Northern Region.

"How about it? Lucius."

"Sorry. Emilia. I do love you, but I cannot abandon my territory residents and come up here."

I kissed her and said that. Emilia stroked my collarbone, putting on a pitiful expression as if it were a shame. But I had no intention of falling for a racist's cutesy charm. Because she was an extreme racist who thought a talking goat and a beastfolk were on the same level.

"A man like the wind. Still, you'll come to see me from time to time, right? I'll always be waiting."

"Of course. Emilia. Because I really like you."

I said that while stroking her hair. And in my mind, I thought this. Next time, I should set a checkpoint in front of Ati's cave and move there. This woman. Her sexual 'feel' was really good, but since she had power and affection for me, it would be annoying if she clung to me more.

"I'll visit occasionally. Won't that be enough?"

I asked. It was a terribly shameless request, but Emilia put on a sad smile and spoke.

"My greed wants more, but I'll have to endure with that. After all... we were originally in that kind of relationship. But please know this. Lucius. That I am always waiting for you."

"Of course I know. Emilia. I will always remember."

I stroked her cheek and we held hands as we came downstairs. A shy smile hung on her face. I hugged her once as she whined about having to go back to work. Receiving my hug, Emilia smiled brightly, full of joy, and left.

Downstairs, the knight commander was sitting on a chair, taking a rest. He was a man as well-built and greasy-looking as Robin. A long-grown moustache and an angular face. His facial expression looked so eager to aggressively commit NTR that I felt a murderous impulse without realizing it. He stared at me with a profound gaze and spoke.

"Ah, High Priest Peta Lucius. Is that you? Did you finish your conversation well with our grand duke?"

"Yes. I did."

"It's the first time the grand duke has shown such a bright facial expression. She must really like you, High Priest."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. When I was first posted here in this Northern Region, the grand duke was fighting this Northern Region all alone. Whenever she faced ridiculous demands from the territory residents or coercive trades from merchants, she would reveal her soft heart and wipe away tears in her office."

She was called the Iron Lady, but she was still a soft-hearted person. I nodded my head and put on a pitiful expression.

"What the grand duke cherished like a treasure in those times was your portrait, High Priest. For you to come like this, I am truly... um, feeling gratitude. The grand duke is now someone indispensable to this Northern Region, after all."

"I see."

I should go meet Ati.

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