Chapter 395 – The Tiger Fucks the Dragon (1)
“Tristia…Is…Is that true?”
“Of course. Would I lie about something like this?”
“When!! When did you come back!!”
Berlioz, who jumped up from his seat, shouted.
For the past two years, when Eugene went missing, Berlioz has been holed up in a mountain valley.
The reason is guilt.
No one blamed Berlioz, but it was because of the thought that if he had tried a little harder without being distracted by his libido… So if he had been strong enough to stand by Eugene’s side, something would have changed.
So, for the past two years, the only time Berlioz came down to the city was to solve a request with his disciples, or to replenish food every few months, like today.
In fact, I was going to return immediately after replenishing food today, but I heard the unexpected news of Eugene’s return because I desperately held on to Tristia that she had something to say.
“Why are you not talking!! When did you come back!!! No! Where are you!!”
“Berlioz… First calm down.”
“How can I calm this situation! No, more than that, you are not surprised!”
“Of course, I was very surprised and happy too… But since it’s already been a month since I came back…”
“A month ago?! You came back a month ago and you haven’t contacted me in a while! Ah! That’s why Soso and Bianca didn’t even come to her practice!!”
Tristia shrugged her shoulders at Berlioz’s words that pierced her.
“…Hmm. I’m a bit busy.”
“What busy! You must have been busy copulating all day!”
“…Well, yes, but.”
When she asks Eugene what she’s been up to for the past two years, she slips back on her words and doesn’t dig deep, but one thing is certain.
‘You mean the boy’s stamina has increased unbelievably…’
Eugene’s energy, which had been questioned as to whether he was human, now seems to have no end.
Two years ago, it was still possible to win if 5 people stuck together…
Now, even if 12 people rush at the same time, it is no longer possible to win.
Without exaggeration, I might fill a bathtub full of semen squeezed from Eugene for a month.
“Haa… That…Yes. I understand… But that kid… Where is Eugene…? I want to see your face once in a while.”
“…Excuse me. Bocchan, come in now.”
At that moment, the door behind my back opened and I heard the voice I had been longing to hear.
“Mr. Berlioz.”
“…Ah…”
Berlioz, his eyes and mouth wide open, looked back slowly.
“Long time no see. How have you been?”
Eugene greets with a careful smile.
“…Really…Really yes…Is that you? Did you really come back…?”
As if he couldn’t believe it, but as if he wanted to believe it, Berlioz slowly walked towards Eugene with his eyes wide open.
“Yes, there were a few things that happened… But it’s all over now.”
“…Ah…Ah…Thankful…Good…Yes…I heard…That you…Disappeared…”
A tear fell from Berlioz’s eyes, and he approached and hugged him.
Sup-
The moment Berlioz breathes in Eugene’s arms…
Fall out—!
Eugene’s body odor penetrated his brain.
“…Huh?”
This is dangerous.
Berlioz realized it and tried to step back, but… Hands faster than eyes, womb faster than feet.
“Five songs!♥”
The sexual desire that had been forcibly suppressed due to guilt all this time bursts out at once.
“Ohhhhh♥♥
Pushuwook—!!
“…Mr. Berlioz?”
The sight of Berlioz fainting with her eyes closed as he slurps water between her thighs is deeply disconcerting.
“Oh… I didn’t know it would be like this…”
“Tristia? What’s happening?”
I didn’t even get a detailed explanation.
It’s just that Tristia has been told that Berlioz is coming, so she wants to meet her.
“Um… So…”
“Ugh !! ♥ …
“…Young master? Can you put Berlioz on the bed for now?”
“Okay, I get it.”
As we laid Berlire Oz on the bed, repeating her climax, Tristia, leaning back in her chair, sighed and said:
“That… Ha, where do I start talking about this… Master? You know that Berlioz has a crush on you, right?”
“Miss Berlioz? Me? Oh no way…”
I looked at Berlioz, who had passed out, and laughed as if I was dumbfounded. Tristia looked at her through her eyes.
“No…Really? Why? Since when?”
“Bocchan… It’s not like he doesn’t know women’s feelings, but he’s especially dull with Berlioz.”
“Isn’t Berlioz-sama no reason to like me?”
“Why not? Handsome face. Power. Lots of wealth. High power. Isn’t that an ideal match?”
“…Thank you for praising me. But doesn’t Tristia love me for material things like that?”
This is Tristia, who has supported me ever since I had nothing to do with it.
“Huh, that’s true… But it’s true that Berlioz fell for the young boy.”
“So why?”
─Tip!
‘…Ah…A bastard…Fuck the hole…Please eat it!♥’
‘That…Stop it..Tear that ♥…See..Tear it.. Hehe!♥’
“Yes…Neeet!♥ Jo…Joil..Tenikat!!♥…Hueek..!! ♥..Residence..!!♥”
‘This…Pregnancy…♥ Time…I hate it…I hate it…Stop it…!!♥’
It’s a sound that’s embarrassing even for me who’s used to sexual things.
There was no need to ask whose it belonged to.
“It’s been like this since before… But Berlioz-sama is masturbating violently.”
“I did all of this while thinking of you, Bocchan.”
“…What?”
My head goes blank at the word that he made me his daughter.
“Did Berlioz think of me as such a terrible man?”
“Oh? Isn’t that wrong? The young master in everyday life and the young master in bed are completely different.”
“…”
It can’t be helped.
I am no longer the ‘Emperor on the bed’… I am the ‘God on the bed’.
When it comes to bed, I can’t forgive anyone for attacking me, and I want to drag any woman down to the floor and subdue it.
“…And the young master is saying this, but… The young master is not without responsibility.”
“What? It has nothing to do with Berlioz-sama being a fucking pervert, right?”
Anyway, this is embarrassing.
What does Berlioz have to do with me being a fucking pervert who fantasizes about being raped!
I swear I’ve never seduced Berlioz.
“That’s… There was something like that when the young master came to my store and saw our affair.”
“…You saw that?”
“Yeah, I sneaked in from the next room and managed to bring out something I passed out while masturbating. And again…”
Tristia, her eyes wide open, looked up at me.
“While I worked hard enchanting for you, I heard you stole my relationship with Velbert.”
“…That.”
This is inexcusable.
For the past month since I came back here.
After two years of make up sex, the women all talked about how they came to be in a relationship with me…
In the process, she even blew her last transfer student, Belbert’s first experience.
‘…That…That…My…I… Eugene…’
Of course I was the victim…
I can’t blame Velbert, who has already become my woman.
‘Okay! I ate Velbert!!’
I intervened in the middle and slightly changed the story to the fact that I attacked Velbert, and took the blame.
Of course, the eyes toward me weren’t pretty… Nara is a ‘common enemy’, so if the relationship between women is calm, I can endure it.
…And finally made it all quiet with sex.
“Sorry.”
“Hmm… Well, that’s okay. Because it was meant to be passed. What else… Oh, yes. He said he was by his side when he and Bianca were eating Soso after learning the Spirituality. That was crucial He said he ate like an animal?”
“…”
What can I say…
The more I hear the story, the more confused I am whether it is my fault or not.
At that time, it was a bit tasteless because I brought out the strong body.
Even though I couldn’t afford to go to bed, I admit that it was my fault that I did it outside… But still, isn’t it my fault for stealing!
“So what would Tristia want me to do?”
“…Fuck Berlioz.”
“What…?”
I heard it properly, but I couldn’t help but doubt my ears.
Tristia said with her eyes slightly lowered, as if she knew that she had said something absurd.
“Since I won’t tell you to take responsibility for it, can’t you please eat it once and imprint it on it?”
“…”
It wasn’t a slip of the tongue.
I never thought she’d hear me ask my girl to fuck her friend.
“Haa… As you heard, the young master, the walls of Berlioz are a bit warped. I’m afraid I’ll fall for the bad guy. But… If the young master puts his hand on it properly, that won’t happen.”
“…Tristia.”
Of course, if I’m truly in a relationship, I can make him look only at me for the rest of my life.
But..!!
I am a man with a very good sense of chastity!!!
Except for unavoidable cases such as mother-in-law, all women who have eaten are people who are satisfied with taking responsibility!
“…Let’s just say I agree. But if Berlioz-sama doesn’t agree…”
“I guess I shouldn’t have to worry about that.”
“…”
Looking back, following Tristia’s gaze, I saw Berlioz with his face dyed red and his head bowed.
“…Mr. Berlioz.”
“…Yes.”
When his name was called, Berlioz answered quite cautiously, unlike the image in his memory.
“Does Berlioz love me?”
“Sss…Four…Love…Several…”
“Is that really love? Isn’t it lust?”
Hearing my question, Berlioz said with tears in his eyes.
“Yeah…Yeah!…Yes…Just like you said…In the beginning…At first it was sexual desire. However, during the two years you weren’t there, I realized that my feelings for you aren’t limited to sexual desire…”
“…But as soon as he smelled it, he went right away.”
“That…That…!…Me…Me too…Was unexpected! I’ve been abstinent for 2 years, but… I didn’t think it would go that way just by smelling my body… Ha… But… Don’t deny this… Feeling… That’s …My heart…Is so…Hurt..”
I said while looking at Berlioz with a short sigh.
“Haa… Master Berlioz. I do not love Berlioz.”
“…Know.”
Berlioz, who said he knew, had an expression as if he had lost the world.
“So…T…Like Tristia said…I don’t even want to take responsibility for it…But…Just for one night!…Can you make me dream of one night?”
“…Sorry. It is impossible.”
As I’ve said many times, I’m a man with an excellent sense of chastity.
I am a person who cannot forget the woman who loves me and call it a dream overnight.
“Sss…!…That…Yes…As expected…It was an unreasonable…Request…I’m sorry. Forget…”
“Since Berlioz said he loves me, I have no intention of avoiding responsibility if we have a relationship. So choose. Leave it as it is… Or have a relationship with me and officially become my woman.”
Upon hearing that, Berlioz looked at me blankly for a moment as if he did not understand the meaning, then opened his eyes wide and answered in a trembling voice.
“…Do…Become!…Ah…No!…Yes…Be…A woman!”
Berlioz’s eyes filled with sincerity.
Taking a long breath, I nodded.
“All right. So, Tristia. Could you please leave your seat for a while?”
“Yes, Bocchan. Don’t use it too harshly.”
Clap—
As Tristia closed the door and went out, she said to Berlioz, who looked at me restlessly.
“Take it off.”
