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Chapter 3 - Villainess Seraphina Balleon

The reception rooms of noble families are decorated to show off the dignity and authority of the

family. The reception room of the Duke of Valeon, said to be the wealthiest in the Ibellion Empire, was so splendid that it seemed to challenge the imperial family.

The antique furniture in the reception room gave off a heavy atmosphere that felt old, but the sophisticated patterns engraved on the outside were all covered in gold leaf.

Beneath the splendid chandelier, Serno Valeon, the head of the Duke of Valeon, who was said to have amassed all the wealth in the world, and his daughter Seraphina Valeon were enjoying refreshments while facing each other. "Seraphina. Are you really planning to have a political marriage with the Emperor?" Her voice was not high, but it was deep and natural, and it had the authority of someone who had been ordering people around all her life. The traces of time could be seen in the hair that was swept back without any flaws, and the cold-blooded man called the money- dead man had a look of worry in his eyes as he looked at his daughter.

Seraphina, sitting across from him and drinking tea with an elegant demeanor, looked like a well-made doll. As the daughter of a duke, she had undergone a rigorous education and was as pretty and old-fashioned as a well- decorated doll. "Slurp." Her small lips, sipping hot tea, had a fresh pink tint to them, and many would come to her with a thousand gold coins if they could kiss those lips. Her gorgeous blond hair, as if it had been plucked from the gold accumulated in the Balleon dukedom, shone softly under the lights. Her slightly downcast, languid eyes, as cold as sapphire, were cold enough to freeze the hearts of those who saw them. Her skin was so pale that it was worrisome whether it had been exposed to sunlight, but there was a single, sinister teardrop on it, exuding a dangerous charm that drew the attention of men and women of all ages.

"Father." Seraphina, who was drinking tea, calmly called her father, her voice was as elegant and calm as rolling marbles. When she covered her mouth and her thin neck with the fan she always carried to act modest, only her cold eyes were revealed above the fan. Although Serno was her daughter, looking at those cold eyes sometimes sent shivers down her spine.

"Don't you know best what our Valeon Dukes lack?" The Valeon Dukes' trees grow golden leaves, and instead of sweet fruits, they are rife with priceless jewels, so they are so wealthy that there are false rumors about them. The Valeon Dukes' only weakness, which seems to lack nothing. It is legitimacy. They rose from a count's family to a duke's family, but it is true that they lack legitimacy compared to the other two dukes, as well as other noble families.

"Um...." Serno leaned back on the sofa, showing an uncomfortable expression. The war of usurpation started by the tyrant Kael Theron. The Kingdom of Ivelion committed the blasphemous act of Crown Prince Kael usurping the throne. The reason for this impudent usurpation was to save his mother, who had been taken hostage to the Kingdom of Land. After taking the throne, Kael Theron began to trample on the Kingdom of Land so cruelly that he was nicknamed a tyrant.

However, the fact that one family alone shouldered half of the war fund left not a single person doubting the financial power of the Valeon family. The reason why the Duke of Valeon, who was swathed in authority made of gold, was secretly ignored in politics was because of legitimacy.

Even the Duke of Serno's father was a commoner and a merchant. His father, who had his beloved lover taken away from him right in front of him, resolved to become someone no one could ever surpass, and spent his entire life desperately gathering money and power. 'A family built on money. It's bitter to think that it's not wrong.' Serno's father, who had amassed all the wealth in the world, literally bought the crumbling Count of Valeon with money. This would have been impossible, but the previous king was so incompetent that he declared himself a vassal of the Kingdom of Land, and the nobles were corrupt, so it was possible. The absurd new noble who took advantage of the chaotic times and rose to the rank of Duke for two generations. That was the Duke of Valeon.

However, "That doesn't mean Seraphina, you have no reason to have a political marriage with the emperor. Who would dare challenge the authority of the Baleon family?" Duke Serno grew up looking at his father's back, who lived like a scapegoat of money and power. He wanted his son and daughter to live the life they wanted. That's why he acquired power and dignity that no one could ignore.... Why does he see his father's shadow in Seraphina?

'Is it true that bloodlines can't be deceived?' Duke Serno, thirsty, slowly looked at his daughter sitting in front of him while drinking tea. A well-decorated doll. However, it was the best doll that anyone would covet. Her voluminous chest, resembling her mother's, showed off a presence that could never be hidden even in an elegant dress. Her slender waist emphasized her femininity, and her wide hips that accentuated the voluminous dress suggested that she was a natural childbirth type. Underneath the ample skirt, there must have been a lusciously ripe buttocks that even I, her father, had never seen before, and legs that boasted smooth, doll-like curves.

'Empress...' The highest position that everyone looked up to. Although she knew that it was a position prepared for Seraphina, she still felt reluctant to sell her daughter. "Seraphina. Why are you so obsessed with the position of empress?" Serno held back from asking what the world called her. A villainess. A wicked woman obsessed with power and status. That derogatory term was exactly what described her daughter.

"Do you need a reason to desire the glorious highest position?" The cold eyes of her daughter, revealed above the fan, shone ominously. She recalled the backs of countless young ladies of her age who had run away crying because they could not bear that arrogant gaze. Her daughter maintained a cold and fierce attitude, as if she was keeping in check the candidates to become empress. She would criticize her opponents with her smooth tongue like a snake, and sometimes she would suppress other families' young ladies with her authority and status.

Duke Serno let out a deep sigh. 'It must have been because of that back then.' Seraphina had become obsessed with power and status since the kidnapping incident. As she looked at her daughter who had changed, he recalled the particularly cold winter when he almost lost his precious daughter.

There was a report that my daughter had sneaked out of the count's house with her dedicated maid Mireille to choose a birthday present for him. "Seraphina? Hehe, and it's my birthday soon. What a special person." Count Serno smiled happily as he looked forward to his daughter's surprise gift.

The Count of Valeon had been doing many favors to the people of the territory with their abundant financial resources, so their reputation was not bad. He was also not concerned about public safety, and since his daughter had been acting out a few times, he didn't think much of it. Furthermore, since the two were now adults, he decided that they should walk on their own legs rather than suppress them, so he let them act freely. However, when the two did not return at night, the count's family was turned upside down. He had never imagined that there would be any bigots who would dare touch the count's daughter, and it was a misfortune brought on by the complicated negligence from his previous experiences.

"Find my daughter right now!" Count Serno's scolding turned the Valeon estate upside down. The knights and soldiers led by the count's family devastated the streets of the estate, and after an all-night search, they finally found the two in a shabby warehouse. "Seraphina! Are you okay?! Where are you?!" Serno, who was in a state of panic, came to the warehouse himself. The group of thugs who had been slaughtered to death by the knights and soldiers did not even pay attention and searched for their daughter. And when I found my daughter and maid being protected, I almost forgot my nobleman's dignity and collapsed on the spot.

The moment I saw my daughter's face staring blankly into space, I doubted if she was really my beloved daughter. The dress that was revealed under the blanket that seemed to be wrapped by the knight was torn to the point where her bare legs were barely exposed. I wondered if she had been treated badly by the men who had kidnapped her and were Serno turned his gaze from his daughter to the dedicated maid.

The brown-haired maid, who had been intentionally covered with several layers of blankets, clearly

had been through a lot. Her fainted face was filled with pain and despair, and the pungent body odor wafting through the air was clearly the smell of semen. The cheerful daughter and the playful dedicated maid had become different people in one night.

Serno recalled the particularly cold winter day and cast his gaze on Mireille, the dedicated maid Mireille had sunken eyes that seemed indifferent, as who was still by his daughter's side.

If she had no interest in anything in the world, even though she was in front of the master of the Duke of Valeon. He didn't like the maid, who seemed empty and had brown eyes that seemed to be filled with disgust, as if everything in the world was disgusting. However, at Seraphina's earnest request, Mireille was still serving as her daughter's dedicated maid. The two of them were always together as if they were one body, so now it was impossible to imagine them being apart.

"Mireille."

"Yes, Miss." Seraphina, who was drinking tea, said just one word to her maid, but Mireille, who understood her intention, handed her new gloves to her daughter. Since the kidnapping incident, Seraphina had developed an obsession with cleanliness and began wearing pure white gloves at home. The daughter, who was eating sweet cookies, took off the gloves covered in cookie crumbs and put on the new gloves Mireille had handed her.

"Huh... I can't help it." Seraphina and Mireille. The parents, who had failed to protect their daughter from being ruined, thought that granting her wish was the best atonement. "The position of empress. I will give it to you, Seraphina."

"Thank you, father."

The arrogance of the Duke of Serno was also sky-high. The position of empress was not something that could decide on their own. When he spoke as if he had already obtained it, Seraphina accepted it as if it were a given. The arrogant father and daughter's conversation quickly ended, and Seraphina, who got up from her seat with a simple greeting, headed to her room.

Knock, knock, knock. As Seraphina's footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway, the servants and maids who were doing housework hastily lowered their heads. The servants and maids' faces turned pale as if they were terrified by the elegance that came from her straight back and upright gait, and the natural sense of intimidation that the ruler exuded.

Mireille followed Seraphina right next to her like a shadow. As the two entered the room, the servants and maids who had been lowering their heads sighed deeply as if they had finally found relief and resumed their work. Seraphina returned to her room, lying down on the soft sofa and stretching out her body lazily.

"Mireille. I think I can become empress now."

"Congratulations, young lady."

"I've reached the highest point I can climb, so now there's only one thing left."

Seraphina's cold eyes began to tingle with heat. The one desire that she had been hiding without anyone knowing. On a particularly cold winter day, the desire for destruction that had been deep in her heart was revealed slightly as if she could no longer bear it.

As if she was moved by her master's twisted heat, a slight fever bloomed on Mireille's face and a lewd smile appeared on her lips. "Miss..."

Seraphina's cold eyes turned to her at the sweet voice of her dedicated maid dripping with moisture. Mireille began to slowly rub her swollen thighs that were sticking out straight from under her skirt, squeezing them tightly. The lewd maid's appearance, rubbing her thighs as if she had taken an aphrodisiac and blushing, looked like a female in heat seducing a male.

"Mireille. Since when did I say you could get excited without my permission?" Seraphina's fingers, wrapped in white gloves, crawled inside Mireille's skirt. Mireille's indifferent eyes turned bright red with anticipation. A sloshing sound of water was heard from inside the skirt, and the tips of the wicked woman's fingers, which had dug into the maid's skirt, were soaked in a transparent but viscous liquid like thread. Seraphina coldly stared at the liquid slowly seeping into pure white gloves, then gave Mireille an overbearing order as she extended her fingers. "Suck it." "

Yes... slurp, slurp, slurp." As if waiting for Seraphina's order, Mireille knelt down and began. The touch of Mireille's red tongue, glistening with her saliva, is vividly felt through her gloves. She projects herself onto Mireille, who is blushing with excitement as if she is going crazy while being treated like livestock rather than a human.

Seraphina felt a faint pain resurface in her calm lower abdomen. The pain of being kicked by a nameless punk that cold winter day vividly came back to her, and the inside of her skirt began to get damp. Seraphina barely resisted the urge to put her finger inside her skirt without realizing it. She, too, was as broken as Mireille, who was kneeling at her feet and licking her finger.

Since that winter, whenever she lost her mind even slightly, she developed a habit of poking her legs with her hand to soothe her heated body like Mireille's.

"Haa! Haa! Haa... Haa...? Huh? I masturbated again." Seraphina Valeon must be noble and perfect. That was because it would be destroyed more spectacularly than anything else

when it was destroyed. I was worried about how to hide this dirty side of me, and the solution was gloves. I ordered Mireille, who was the only one who knew and understood my twisted sexual preferences, to carry a lot of gloves with her. And every time I lost my mind and poked my groin, I

changed the gloves before anyone else caught my fingers covered in love juice, so I hid it all this time.

"There's really not much left now.'

The time to realize the twisted desires I've suppressed for so long is right around the corner. Just imagining the sight of the virtuous and honorable empress being dragged by the strong hand of a beast and forcibly having her pussy defiled made my breathing ragged.

"Ha, haa...! Haa...!" I imagined the lower things I couldn't even dare look at climbing onto my stomach and shaking their waists like horny dogs. Just imagining them looking down at me with gazes dripping with lust made my body feel like it was going to burst. Crushed by an irresistible, oppressive force, violated, and ultimately filled with the filthy seeds of the lowly... Tingle!

"Huk..." Seraphina felt her lower abdomen tightening and the inside of her skirt becoming soaking wet. As if trying to somehow vent her unbearable desire, she thrust her finger into Mireille's mouth.

"Ugh?! Ugh, slurp, slurp, slurp.... slurp, slurp...." Mireille desperately licked and sucked her mistress's finger while gagging. Tears of pleasure streamed from her empty brown eyes, and a depraved sight unfolded as sticky saliva dripped down her chin and soaked the floor from between her widely parted lips.

"Keu, hup, sss, ssss, sssssss", As if poking a hole filled with mud, a vulgar, slimy sound continued to resonate from Mireille's mouth. Seraphina quietly let out a hesitant breath, shoving her finger deeper into the dedicated maid's throat as if poking her lower lip, which should be kept pure.

A passage written in a book she had read to gain knowledge came to mind. It is said that the act of forcibly taking a virtuous wife who has a husband is called netorare across the sea. "I'll be able to experience netorare in just a little while."

After presenting the cumbersome maiden to the emperor, she can finally use this body as she pleases. Of course, she has no intention of opening her legs for just anyone like a cheap prostitute. It is a foolish idea to lower one's own value. Like a noble flower on the cliff, there is a pleasure in trampling on something that can never be obtained. It is only meaningful if the relationship is forced.

"Hoo, hoo hoo..... hoo hoo hoo..." "Hah, whoop, keheok, slurp, slurp....." The wicked woman's dark laughter and the slimy, sticky sound of the maid's pussy constantly poking her pussy spread faintly like their dark future.

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