I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 92: Kneel, Boy

I need sex.

The work at city hall is making my hair turn gray, yesterday I pulled a white strand out from among my blonde streaks, and if this continues, I’ll soon be a wreck of a woman, just like my mother! As a dwarf, I cannot allow old age to catch so soon. I’ve barely turned 100 yet!

Hah. Worse yet, no matter where I go on these streets, I always hear "Ophelia this" or "Ophelia that", it’s as if these paupers have nothing better to do than curse behind my back. Frankly, if it weren’t for my assistant Mirna, I would have thrown myself off the top of a building.

I also want to understand why these male prostitutes won’t accept my money, when I promise to exempt them from any tax for a day so they can do whatever they want! Isn’t that enough? You can eat at any restaurant and literally buy anything in this city!

It’s disgusting that these young n are greedier than I am, I had no idea that was possible...

I walk through the streets, ignoring comnts as much as possible, trying to pull the hood of my tunic tight to hide my face as much as I can. I’ve passed through here many tis before, so there must be so familiar face for to snatch a hint of pleasure for one night.

As I walk past the many people crowding the streets, I co across a trio on the corner beneath a lamppost. I hate when they lean or stand near other establishnts, the chance of them discovering is greater due to the light and location, but at least there is soone I recognize there.

It’s Jonathan, a human who has accepted my paynt twice for sex. He has a little beard and says it’s part of his charm. I didn’t like it the first ti, getting used to the hair making my crotch itch the second ti. I would prefer soone more slender, more... clean, perhaps? Yes, like the elf next to him.

I only went once, but that young man is great and doesn’t like to ntion his own na to people. Should I try to hire him one more ti? It shouldn’t hurt... until my eyes land on the third young man, and I stop walking.

The boy between Jonathan and the elf is exactly the type that makes lose my dignity faster than money disappears from poorly collected taxes. He is there, huddled, looking away with that face of soone who fears even his own shadow. The blushing cheeks, the mouth pursed into an insecure pout, the whole posture screaming "Please, don’t touch ", all of this invokes sothing so primal in that I force myself to take a deep breath and control my hands from acting before my head.

My stomach heats up. Ah, finally so compensation for this hellish day.

I approach the three. Jonathan stares at with that smile of people who know my identity even when I’m hooded, but he doesn’t open his mouth. He must have learned last ti that I don’t like small talk before service. I speak to the elf first.

"You again. I thought you had left the city."

"Business" he replies, letting out smoke. "Ca back for a while."

I shrug. He’s not the one I’m interested in today.

My eyes slide to the boy in the middle.

He shrinks back a little more upon noticing my gaze, pressing his arms against his body, almost trembling. He lower his head even further, as if that would make him invisible. He’s so clearly inexperienced, so easy to bend... that I feel like grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look at .

"Who is he?"

"He’s... uh... the rookie. Gabriel."

The boy takes a tiny step back, biting his lip, trying to show he’s not used to attention. Perfect. Exactly the type that makes want to rip off this hood, push him against a wall, and...

Control yourself.

I can’t stoop low in front of two professionals.

I reach for the small quiver strapped to my waist. I pull out a thick, heavy coin, the type of paynt that makes any male prostitute sell his own soul for half an hour of work. The light from the lamppost makes the gold shine beautifully as I extend the coin.

"I want him."

The two are speechless.

Jonathan even lets out a quiet "By the gods...", with the elf’s cigarette sliding to the floor in disbelief. The boy’s eyes widen, completely lost between fear and sha, his ears burning red. He stutters softly:

"I-I... I can’t accept t-that... it’s too much..."

What a darling. I bring the coin closer to his chest, brushing the uncovered skin beneath the linen cloth that I desperately want to tear to shreds.

"I want you. The price doesn’t matter."

The two prostitutes exchange stunned glances, probably wondering if I’ve gone mad. Of course, they think so, never have I felt my consur desire take hold of this much! But I don’t care, I want to make today’s experience count as if it were the last ti.

Gabriel takes a step back, but I grab him by the wrist. He lets out a short gasp, a delicious sound to my ears that causes shivers down my spine with how much hunger it gives , and this only reinforces my decision.

"Co with " I say, pulling him firmly, pressing him to my side. "Do you want anything else? I can give you whatever you want, whenever you want."

Just like that, I drag the boy away, feeling him tremble slightly as he tries to maintain so courage in his expression. I want to dissolve his expression into tears. Darling, I want so badly to destroy every part of you and abuse you so much that I’ll make you forget you ever had a life before.

He is quite light. Dragging him through the street is like pulling a soft, warm little package, completely dependent on my decisions, exactly what I needed tonight.

The first shop before us has its doors closed and the lights off. A problem? Never for . I knock three tis, loud enough to wake the dead.

"Wake up."

A mont later, the rchant appears at the door, sleepy, irritated... until he sees who I am. His expression changes so fast I can almost hear the snap.

"M-Mayor Ophelia? We’re already close..."

"Open up. Now."

He opens it.

I pull Gabriel inside before the poor thing can even compose himself. The boy stumbles a bit, bumping into my hip and looking away again, flushed, shy, with that submissive face. That involuntary retreat causes a sweet shiver in my heart.

"I want clothes for him" I say, pushing Gabriel toward the racks. "The best ones. The softest ones. I want to see him dressed like a gift."

The rchant stamrs, hurriedly grabs pieces, and tries to guess the size.

Every ti Gabriel lifts his arms to put sothing on, he trembles. Every ti he pulls the hem of a garnt, shrinking away, I feel my hands itch with the desire to pull it myself.

He opens his mouth to say sothing. No, darling, be quiet.

"You won’t complain about anything, my dear. Get dressed and let appreciate it."

What a delicious thing, he obeys like a scared dog...

We leave with a stuffed bag and the bill noted down. I won’t pay today, I’ll pay when I want to or when I feel like it. Who’s going to argue?

We head to a closed restaurant. I repeat the sa thing: I knock, order it to be opened, sit my new toy at a table, and order the most expensive al without even looking at the nu. The chef appears wide-eyed but doesn’t dare protest. I place a plate in front of Gabriel.

"Eat. I want you to have energy later."

He holds the cutlery with that delicate little hand, the simple act almost makes dizzy. His mouth touches the food, the redness in his cheeks increases with the bites, as if I were interacting with a creature that changes color from re interaction. Are you embarrassed, darling?

When we finish, I pull him by the wrist again, now without any concern for who sees us.

"Let’s go ho."

*****

My mansion is enormous, with high ceilings, carved columns, expensive stained glass, and a garden outside the door so well-maintained that I should charge admission to anyone who tries to appreciate it. Well, I won’t waste ti showing anything today.

I drag Gabriel through the corridors with more eagerness than the chests overflowing with gold I once brought here. He hesitates, looks around, breathes quickly, perhaps realizing that no one is serving in the house today. I dismissed everyone with the goal of bringing soone here today, you were lucky to be my chosen one.

I shove open my bedroom door, enter with him behind , and with a snap of my fingers, the lock clicks shut. To be sure, I turn the key three tis, then go to the windows, quickly closing them all.

I’m panting, I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my throat and fall to the floor.

I turn to him, I think my face is already exposing my entire plan.

Oh, if he could only see what’s in my mind now... the hunger, the lust, the almost cruel desire to explore every fragnt of this fragile body that has fallen into my hands. I feel my tongue pass over my lips, savoring the anticipation.

My hands rub against each other without realizing it, an old habit that returns when I’m about to devour sothing I want too much.

He takes half a step back, but I close the distance to zero in the next instant. A wide, indecent smile cuts across my face.

"Kneel."