Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Underground. Deep beneath the Desmond mansion is a place that Randolph surreptitiously acquired and developed during the ground-level transformation that was carried out by him as part of the agricultural reform in Aldora territory.

There lies a dungeon. Contains the assassin who had infiltrated to assassinate Desmond and Charlotte, a "shadow" in the service of other nobles, a first-class assassin who is known as ?Ephemera?. She fought ?Gray Hound? controlled by Randolph Steiner at Aldora border, and as a result, she is captured.

The underground jail, where sunlight cannot penetrate.

in there.

"Hoho, you are more honest than I thought you would be."

A deep voice, like a well-aged scotch.

Randolph Steiner, the gray Hound.

He stands in front of her prison cell with the "naturalness" of a man who just happened to walk by.

Gray hair, bushy eyebrows, and mustache. At first glance, he seemed like a warm, good-natured old man, not someone you'd expect to be wielding such terrifying power. But again...

--there is absolutely no sign of him.....just like before, she didn't even notice when he appeared.

Any living creature has to show some sign of presence. But beyond the bars from the assassin's perspective, there is no trace at all.

No, it is not that there is no trace.

The presence is definitely there. But he just blends in with the presence of the underground.

This is Randolph's "inaction", which he himself called the ?gray zone?. Like wind and water, something "natural" that we can see but cannot fully perceive, something that we can observe but cannot bring to our attention to. When the wind blows, we may feel that it is strong. We "naturally" do not think of the wind, also without being aware of why it is blowing. This is the essence of the skill of "stealth" to make the other person not be "aware" of your actions.

His captured assassin, if her skill in ?stealth? were to be ranked, it would be something equivalent to an "A" rank. That alone makes her a top-notch assassin. If someone standing in front of her, they'll not aware of her even after their head missing. But the ?stealth? of the good-natured old man standing in front of her is equivalent to an "S".

He has surpassed the wall.

The woman's ?stealth? makes her presence seem transparent. But Randolph's ?stealth? was like he melted away in the darkness. Like if he wanted to, he can make his presence blend into the rocks or even into the iron bars of the room. But is this possible for a "living being"? Is it possible for a "living being" to blend in with inorganic while remaining "living"...... Then he opened his mouth.

He was speaking to her, but his presence was dissolved in the darkness. Unless one is a first-class assassin and is constantly aware of his presence, it is impossible to form an image of him before her eyes, thus making her feel as if he were speaking to her through the darkness. It results in an irreconcilable "contradiction."

That's why he has already surpassed the wall.

Like the infamous ?Platinum Breaker? he is one of the "strongest" in the Kingdom.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Honesty matters not. I hate wasting time. No matter how much I keep my mouth shut, you would have extracted information from me anyway even if it is over my corpse. There's no need to keep my mouth shut. I'm a shadow, the one that should not be spoken - but if it's going to be known whether I keep my mouth shut or not, it's better not to waste time. And I don't my death to be a useless one."

He would resort to any form of torture. He'd use a truth potion and even magic to force me to talk. I'm not sure if he could use those things or not, but I had heard rumors about him as a "shadow."

The Methods to extract memories from even a corpse. This may raise some eyebrows, however, I believe after confronting him.

"There's no such thing as impossible."

"Ho ho." the old man laughs. The underground hell echoes.

"--I suppose so. Desmond-sama has given me an incredible insight that memory does store in the body. I did not know the full details, of course, but it seems the organ called the brain has a function which can manage memory."

He tapped his gray cranium with his index finger.

"That was an eye-opening idea. like always I wonder how such an excellent idea came to him. - the organ that controls memory, then we can exert magic on it with pinpoint accuracy. And although the body is damaged when it dies, as long as it is still fresh, it can be accessed whether or not it is alive or not if is still functions. -Ho ho, let me put it this way, if you decapitate someone, their heart will continue to beat for a while and blood will continue to spray from their neck. You've seen this many times, haven't you?

He said it so "naturally." as if it were nothing, that the assassin almost shuddered.

So it was true. It was possible to extract memories from a dead body. And if he used it, no matter how hard I tried to keep my mouth shut, it would be pointless.

How outrageous.

But it is not Randolph who can do it, but the one who is good at information processing, and has the ability to access the brain through magic to retrieve the necessary information from the vast and frightening amount of data that the human brain is capable of processing and collecting. And from their trials, it had become clear to them that instead of probing the whole brain, they now only needed to access a small part of it - the hippocampus, as Desmond called it in his previous life.

But that is a top secret. It is more confidential than the offensive magic tools that are secretly made in Aldora (although they are restricted to those who can use life energy, they can also be used by commoners who have no magic power, and if other nobles find out about them, they can be misused or even destroy the entire fiefdom). In the noble society, where power and politics are in full swing, it is information that must not be leaked.

And although it was Randolph who put it to horrible use, it was Desmond who inspired the idea.

The?Damwead's Heretic?

After all, instead of getting imprisoned in such a territory, one scary old fellow that has been accompanying him since he was a child thought -- Ah, that's not good.

Foolish nobles. Under his cover, the foul Desmond continued to grow steadily.

The assassin almost spat.

But the fact that he revealed it means that he no longer has any intention of letting her out. However, the fact that he didn't do anything to her, even though he was capable of such roguish feats as extracting information from a corpse, was--

"Don't tell me you're trying to rope me in?"

To the assassin's scornful words, Randolph, the legendary mercenary ?gray Hound? replied.

"Hoho, so quick, aren't you the good one. Maybe I'll polish you a bit... Actually, I think I should ask Desmond-sama to discipline you."

??Ho ho ho ho ho ho

The old man's laughter echoes in the prison.

?

Wha.....eh....... ah?

I am so shocked at what happened.

How in tarnation could something like this happen?

In front of me, skin tone skin tone, skin tone, skin tone! White and tanned - yet that tan is only on her arms and face, the contrast is irresistible, and everyone's hair, breasts whatever it's plump or flat, and private parts are on full display (Coughing hard)!

My beloved wife Charlotte, her exclusive first-class maid Katherine, the first first-night right executor Sophie, her daughter Emily, and Maia, a married farmer. All of them are here, their naked bodies unabashedly exposed, in the lord's private bathroom, my prized possession.

Why was that you asked? It's me who wanted to ask that question the most!

"It's a nude get-together. I heard that if we clamber into the bath together without any clothes on can bring people closer."

That's what Charlotte, the daughter of an old and honorable noble family who was supposed to have been educated as an elitist who thought commoners were nothing more than fodder for the nobility, said!

--Well, that was a rather welcome development.

But - Isn't it a Japanese custom to bathe together in the nude? Or Rome too? for that matter. ---Eh? I don't think I've ever heard her say that?

Then what with her voice that came into my mind earlier, and also that's quite verbal ...doesn't that mean...

"Those just minor details."

--It's not minor!

Wha? Eh!? I knew it, you can read my mind after all...... and even speak directly to me on top of it, and, according to what you said earlier, you can even view my memories.......

"Oh, It's nothing."

"It's not nothing!"

I knew it, and to my horror, Charlotte and I seems to have connected not only physically but also mentally.

Is that it? A lewd crest? It's a lewd crest, isn't it?

--Damn it!

Isn't this the number one ability you don't want your wife to get?

"Does Desmond-sama have anything to be guilty of?"

"Hm Hm, I'm innocent, I have nothing to hide from my wife."

Sure, there are times when there are other girls that catch my eye, but Charlotte is the one I love the most. She also approves of my love for other girls too.

--I mean, she even encouraged me to do so...

The problem is that I can communicate how much I love her to Charlotte directly and honestly??I feel guilty that I am a coward, I am worried that she will doubt my "love", and furthermore, if this "love" is just a false belief on my part, I am sure that she will condemn me for all sorts of wrongdoings.

To be honest, I didn't like the idea of Charlotte being able to see my shameful side, but then, I guess that's more of an advantage?

But there are also the things I'd rather keep hidden, mainly my kink and perverted fantasy!

Well, being a coward may make me disillusioned. And that voice said again.

".... No, that's not coward .......Besides, I already feel your - "love"...... I thought I loved Desmond-sama with all my heart. but now that I can feel yours, I never thought that it was possible to love someone so much.......... I think that's why we were able to make a "contract" like this, but ah, I'm losing my confidence, ah I'm going to melt?"

--un, cute, cute.

"Desmond-sama? YOu shouldn't call a lady cute."

"It can't be helped because it's really cute"

I told her like some obnoxious brat.

"Uuuuu......"

--Oh, she's so cute, so cute.

And so, even in our mind, we flirt with each other...

Here, in the bathroom. We are all naked, washed our own bodies, and took a bath.

On my left side, there were two magnificent pale peeks floating on the water, its shape shifted to envelop my arms.

--They are soft and warm...... I put my arm further in between them.......

The white skin of Charlotte's has some red tint, and when I glance at her, I can see her flushed cheeks, moist lips, and big emerald eyes, all glamorously moist. --

*Swelling*......

"Desmond-sama's Desmond-sama is starting to grow. Fufu, you are so excited because of me??"

--Oh no!

I can see my main gun rising up in the bathtub with its tip pointing up.

Charlotte's huge tits are visible right down to the tips of their peach-colored tips, and her platinum-blonde hair was waving like seaweed in the water. Looking around, Katherine's small breasts also lifted lightly with the pale pink tips, as well as her red pubic hair. Then there's Maia with her plump boobs - only some parts of her skin are tanned -- her nipples have a chocolate color, the evidence of having raised three children! She has darker flaxen pubic hair, and - wow, she even had armpit hair. The mystique that is the human body--, Emily is a six-year-old who had nothing on display --- And Sophie also has light flaxen pubic hair and armpit hair. and most importantly, her flat chest that I can't be observed (It's literally nothing there).... the tips of which are a sexy cocoa color, probably because she used them to raise Emily.

How could Desmond-sama's Desmond-sama not react in such a situation!

Otherwise, it would be rather rude! --But to expose Emily to such a grotesque thing, even if this world forgives me, I won't! I'm dying of guilt.

"It not a big deal."

"No, as a father, I won't allow it!

"father, hmm..."

Oh, crap.......

I unintentionally said back to Charlotte, since I was speaking in my mind.

"Eh, uh....... that......"

"Fufu, I was joking. Desmond-sama was already impregnated me."

So she patted her belly in the tub. She looked very, very happy. If she showed me something like that, there is no way Desmond-sama's Desmond-sama would not react!

??kuuu....... This wicked woman........Useless thoughts go away. Useless thoughts go away. Anxiety thought, perverted thought, go away...

"Fufufu, you're so cute, Desmond-sama"

Damn it.......if only Charlotte and Katherine were here, I would hide it in Charlotte's pussy already......

"That's a tempting suggestion. Excellent, Then I--"

"No, no, absolutely not! There's someone here........especially, Emily, and, Maia"

I speak from my heart.

"Then if it's her, it won't be a problem right?"

I look at the target of Charlotte's sight.

"Emm........"

On my right, Sophie is cowering with our shoulders touching each other.

Her face and body are beet red.

At Charlotte's suggestion, she had assigned her to sit on my right. The redness can't just be due to the hot water. Even though this is a non-erotic world, it'll make someone like this if they're naked and touching a man they love.

That makes my main gun raise its angle of attack even more.

"Sophie."

"Ha, hiya!"

Her animosity from a few minutes before has vanished, and when Charlotte calls her, she shakes the surface of the hot water, which is quite cute. — Yes, she is no longer envious of or hostile toward Charlotte.

Because.

"I already told you, Sophie. I allow Desmond-sama to love you too. So you should do the same as I do."

*touch*

Charlotte rested her head on my shoulder as she leaned closer to me. Her platinum blonde hair was damp and moist, I can feel the weight of her head.

At the same time, I felt the irresistible womanly softness that pushes against me.

Ah......It's growing even harder in no time.

"Eh, uh....that's...I can't...because"

Sophie, fidgeting

-- oh, un, she's so cute.

Anyway, her cutting board can't squeeze my arm in like Lady Charlotte can. --gufufu...

But, I, too, have no time to be relieved.

"So you can't do it? If that's the case, Desmond-sama will do it for you. Desmond-sama wants to love Sophie, too, doesn't he?"

Oh, uh? "Of course."

"Hah!"

Sophie, aren't your characters falling apart already? If only I could perform sexual arts on her now - gufufu. But now, my rightful wife Charlotte's turn to talk.

"Desmond-sama, please give Sophie a hug. squeeze her from behind."

"Fuee!?"

--What? Seriously?

In front of another married woman, and my own daughter?

Sophie cried out, but I managed to suppress my expression and voice, something I've become accustomed to doing. But, Charlotte, that's--

But Sophie still glanced at me expectantly with her bright red eye. How can I refuse something like this?

The husband, who has his cock growing while his wife pushes her tits against his left, and tells him to hold his mistress in front of his daughter and another married woman.

The first-class maid stares at us with her narrow brown eyes, watching us like a shadow.

While all of us are bare-naked in the bath.