Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 309: The Dead Noble’s Family(Sensitive Kink Warning!)

Note: Youʼre gonna read about some of the worst kinks to exist in this chapter, I donʼt go into detail about them so no worries, but if youʼre sensitive donʼt read and skip! Iʼll explain what happened here in one way or the other in later chapters!

Roswalt Edʼ Edne Rune, a big name for a big man. In more ways than one, Roswalt was known to be a massive glutton. Even the Mistress had stopped gathering his secrets; there were far too many to hoard them all. Instead, she simply sent over virgin girls–much younger than they needed to be, and the bastard of a man would do what he needed to do.

But today was different, as the Mistress herself had arrived at his mansion. Draped in a violet gown lined with silver, she smiled at him from across the table. The half-bald man, anxious and afraid, continued wiping his head the longer the mistressʼs silence continued. At the same time, his wife, who was seated right beside him, was checking out the Mistressʼs dress.

More lavish than her own with more diamonds than sheʼd ever seen, Rudeiaʼs heart was burning with jealousy, yet she continued to smile.

Adjusting her Masquerade Mask as her gaze turned to Rudeia, a look of scorn crossed her eyes. Being a devil and a succubus, she could see right through that illusion of niceness presented by Rudeia, and so the smile on her lips felt almost mocking to the Mistress.

”Do you two realize the kind of hole youʼve dug yourself?” She asked, shifting her attention back to Roswalt. Find more to read at m_v l|-NovelFire

With a hum, she looked at the fat bastard sweating like a pig. After the events of yesterday, the news about the queenʼs dethroning had reached both the Mistress and the Edʼ Edne Rune family. Not only that, the wedding wasnʼt called out and yet Robin was no longer allowed to leave the Kingʼs castle.

”I–” Panting with angst, Roswaltʼs eyes wandered aimlessly. His red suit wet with sweat was enough of a reflection of how he was handling the whole thing. ”I didnʼt think the prince would find out so soon…We thought we could get Robin into the castle once the wedding was done, but!”

”Mhnmmm~” Humming and nodding frantically, the Mistress mocked Roswaltʼs excuses. ”Next youʼre gonna say that you donʼt like little girls? And your wife…”

Shifting her eyes again to the smiling woman, the Mistressʼs expression soured once more.

”She can pretend all she wants, but still an orc-loving slut,” Rudeiaʼs eyes widened in shock as the Mistress called her out on her peculiar fetish. Jumping out of the couch, she glared down at the succubus–her eyes burning with rage.

”How dare you accuse me of something like that?!” but instead of responding, the Mistress leaned back into her seat and with a snap of her finger conjured in her hands a piece of contract paper.

”Hereʼs the slave contract for the orc you have in your bedroom every night,” leaning forward again while Rudeia was left blushing and ashamed, the Mistress began reading from a list of things that had been tried on her slave.

”Anal, drinking his–ugh…this is disgusting, rimming his asshole, making your husband watch him fucking you like an animal, creampies, and the list goes on, do you want me to keep reading?”

Past a moment of shame, anger returned in Rudeiaʼs eyes. Shifting her attention to her husband, she tried to make him defend her dignity. But more than her the man knew that the slaves sold by the Mistress were contracted to her and not their owner–it was one of the conditions for her deals.

”I can even see his memories Miss Rune, and believe me youʼre one of the worst women Iʼve seen,” taking a deep breath, the Mistress made the contract disappear and leaned back into her seat again. ”But my people love humans like you, after all, the horny imps just canʼt help themselves when they see the despravest of the depraved and show them just how little they actually know about depravity.”

”Why did you even come here?! Just say it and go!” Tired of her games, Rudeia wanted the MIstress to be gone as soon as possible.

”Rudeia! Shut up for a minute!” Her husband tried to calm her down, but just one sharp glance from his wife and he retreated into his shell like a threatened turtle.

As for the Mistress–she didnʼt exactly appreciate Rudeiaʼs tone, and so with a smile, she got up, and decided to leave without warning the family of anything.

ʼYou deserve whatʼs coming to you…ʼ She thought and then her lips parted for mockery.

”My servants are waiting in my den because of this meeting, and my breasts are already aching for their lips, but I suppose since you donʼt want me here, I should leave and let whatʼs about to happen; happen as a form of punishment for keeping me away from fucking, ahaha~”

Jumping out of his seat, Roswaltʼs hand-stretched forward to stop the Mistress as she turned around to leave. But his hand was quickly shot down by his wife, who barely understood the implication of what sheʼd done.

Chuckling all the way out to the door, the Mistress no longer cared about what happened to one of her puppets, instead, she mocked him some more–fully expecting never to have to do such a meeting with him ever again.

”Say hi to the other devils for me Roswalt, and you can watch your wife getting fucked by much more massive giants down there so donʼt worry if they eat your dick for you having fucked little girls!” Her voice and her laughter echoed for a whole minute, and only when she was gone from the mansion did the menacing aura subside a little bit.

Minutes passed and Roswalt was still in utter shock of what had happened. He just couldnʼt believe how much his wife had fucked up the situation. And just moments after the Mistress was gone, she was walking away towards her room, pretending as if nothing at all had happened.

ʼTHIS IDIOT! SHE WAS PROBABLY HERE TO HELP US GET OUT OF THIS MESS!ʼ He had the right idea, but the time to beg for the Mistressʼs forgiveness was already far gone. Now, all that he could do was either watch his wife and the orc fucking each other or try to escape, even though he knew with Markus involved that would end in an early death sentence.

”What the hell am I supposed to do?” He mumbled before sinking into the couch–defeated, but soon enough as the moans of his wife came from his room, the fat-old bastard began jerking off until one of the maids was forced to suck his dirty cock.