She expected him to be a possessed being, but it was a truly shocking confession. The man who took her life, along with his, was Cain Liberto. If that was truly the identity of the being possessing the Crown Prince.
When Elise remained silent and did not open her mouth, he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled it.
"December 28th, in the alley behind the Brandwood Hotel in Glendale. That's where and when we first met."
Without much resistance, Elise sat on his lap as he led her.
"Do you remember when you were my partner at the Sausalito boat party? Your aquamarine dress was absolutely beautiful."
Elise just stared at him with a blank expression.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you not believe me?”
He lifted one hand and rubbed her lower abdomen subtly.
“You have a scar here. You got it when you were fourteen.”
Elise placed her hand over his.
“Who are you?”
Her voice was cold. Rex's eyes drooped sullenly at Elise's words.
“What’s wrong, Elise? Have you forgotten that I died for you?”
Elise laughed and took his hand away from her stomach.
“Look, Your Royal Highness. I don’t know why you stole that guy’s memories, but that doesn’t make you ‘Cain Liberto.’”
If he really was Cain Liberto, he would never have mentioned her scar, no matter how much it was to make his presence known.
His face hardened at her firm words. Elise rose from his lap and smoothed out the crumpled hem of her dress.
"Seeing you lie so shamelessly, are you some kind of devil? Did you go to hell?"
“...”
“Why would you commit suicide for nothing? You’re so stupid.”
Rex followed Elise and jumped up from his seat.
“Hey, you...”
"Why? Did you think I'd be grateful and welcome you if you pretended to be Cain? You were sorely mistaken. If you were really him, I'd have slapped you first."
He clenched his jaw, his eyes darting back and forth, a confused expression on his face. Elise, who had been watching him intently, tilted her head slightly and asked.
“But are you really a devil?”
"...What?"
Because the situation was urgent, Philippe didn't elaborate on the grand framework and entities that make up the afterlife. Elise alone assumed that if there were agents from the upper world, members of the middle ground, there would be something representing "evil."
Sje know who he is, and she knows about Cain Liberto, but she feels a bit unsure. So, the wisest course of action would be to lull him into a state of insecurity and then do her best to extract information.
Elise was careful not to reveal her sharp wariness, only her curiosity.
"No, I was just wondering if there really was such a thing as hell or the devil. Since it's already been revealed, why don't you tell me?"
Rex, who was looking at her with eyes that said, "What the heck, something like this?", suddenly chuckled as if he had thought of something.
"If something comes, something must go. If I reveal my identity, what will you do for me?"
Elise frowned. A deal with the devil (or a man she suspected of being one). Who in their right mind would make such a deal?
"...Yes. I’m not that curious. Just think of it as a devilishly shady thing.”
“It’s a bit cloudy...”
“I don’t know if you know, but I came here the moment I died. I don’t know anything, and I have nothing to give you.”
Knowing Lucas's identity meant she had a ton of information at her fingertips, but she had no intention of handing it over to him.
He grabbed her as she was about to sit back down on the sofa with a look of complete indifference.
“Let me put it in just once, and I’ll tell you.”
“What should I put in it?”
"Yeah, it smells good there. Did you get some worldview correction or something? I'm so horny I'm about to cum."
Elise laughed in amazement.
"Are you a pervert or something? Are perverts also demons? What's the difference?"
Anyway, the answer was set.
“I don’t like it.”
But Rex didn't give up easily.
“Then maybe fellatio.”
“I hate that too.”
He gaped at the repeated rejections.
“You want to know my identity?”
“If you really want to tell me, I can do it with my hands.”
“That’s too weak!”
“If you don’t like it, then don’t say it.”
“No. Instead, take off your panties and give them to me.”
Elise's eyes turned cold as she looked at him.
'I've seen all kinds of perverts.'
But it wasn't exactly a losing deal. Elise, still dumbfounded, reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Then she handed it to him.
“Is that okay?”
Rex nodded, then sat back down on the sofa, loosening his belt. He lowered his pants, and a thick pillar popped out. It was slightly bent, and the veins were prominent, giving it a sinister look.
“Do it.”
“Yes, don’t complain.”
Elise wrapped her hand around the tip of his thick shaft. It was slippery and wet, as if he was about to cum.
“Tell me. Are you a devil? Or do you call yourself an agent?”
"Agents... they're just like those superficial, upper-world guys. Just think of them as devils. Anyway, whatever you call me, it's already been decided who I am."
“Well, that’s true.”
Elise spread the clear liquid, which was so thick it was scary to touch, evenly over the pillar and slowly rubbed it up and down.
“Why did you pretend to be Cain? To get me on your side?”
“Just a little faster...”
At his impatient request, Elise shook his pillar a little faster. The dripping liquid clung to her hand.
“Ugh, haa... Yeah, that’s what I was going to do. I thought you’d be a little grateful to that guy.”
"That's ridiculous. He killed me regardless of my wishes. He's just a murderer."
He couldn't stand the excitement and spoke breathlessly, as if pleading.
"Yes, just let me put one finger in there. You're cumming too. The smell of you is driving me crazy."
Although he was not wrong about the fluid flowing from below, Elise shook her head.
“No. Blake will be here soon.”
“I can make it so you don’t get caught.”
"How?"
"I told you I was a demon. Just divide space and control the flow of time."
“Huh, you’re quite capable, aren’t you?”
“I told you, so let me put it in now.”
“This isn’t the information I wanted?”
“Then what more do you want?”
Elise withdrew her hand from his. Her thick penis, deprived of pleasure, throbbed in frustration. She leaned back on the sofa, her gaze fixed on his reddened eyes.
“I’ll let you put it in, so tell me how you got that memory.”
Then she lifted her skirt to her waist and spread her legs arrogantly, exposing her moist, pink flesh.
“Do you happen to have the ability to spy on people’s minds or steal memories?”
He shook his head, licking his lips.
“There’s no such thing. We just made a deal.”
“Deal? What kind?”
"I can't say that. It's taboo. Can I put it in now?"
He asked impatiently.
“Yes. Just one finger.”
“Yes, keep shaking mine too.”
He climbed onto her, supporting himself with his knees and one arm, and groped Elise's lower body. His middle finger, having precisely located the opening where the liquid was flowing, dug deep inside.
“Haa, this is awesome.”
He groaned pleasantly and put his thing back in Elise's hand.
Elise lowered her eyes, savoring the pleasure bestowed upon her. As befitting a hotbed of depravity, his hand movements were exquisite. He seemed to have a keen understanding of where to press, rub, and scratch to please a woman.
Her insides twitched and tightened as the pace increased. She clung to his fingers, seeking even stronger pleasure.
Elise tilted her head back and quickly stroked his penis, which was so thick she couldn't even fully squeeze it. She didn't forget to stimulate the slit where her fluid was oozing out.
“Ugh, ugh, haa...”
He kept thrusting his hips as he poked her bottom with his fingers. Looking up at him, his face flushed and his moans rough, it felt like they were having real sex.
'I'm just doing it with my hands, but I really like it.'
It seems that the devil has a highly developed sexual sense.
When Blake returned, Elise and Rex were calmly drinking tea. The only difference since he'd left was the number of cookies.
'Magic, it's so convenient.'
Although her underwear had been taken away, her wet bottom was now clean, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. In fact, she was in a good mood because she was having so much fun.
Blake stamped the document Rex handed him with a relieved expression. Rex also stamped the document with the royal seal and shared a copy with Blake.
Rex, having finished his work, stood up from his seat.
“See you soon.”
He was also satisfied and did not tease or provoke Elise anymore.
“See you at the capital.”
Elise greeted him somewhat shyly. It was a truly pretentious gesture, but Rex merely chuckled and said nothing.
Blake, who had returned after seeing Rex off alone, carefully observed Elise's expression and asked.
“Didn’t he act recklessly?”
"We just talked. He asked me how I lived before I got married. Were you worried?"
"Yes. He's dangerous. It's best to stay away from him."
In any sense, Blake was right. Elise smiled and nodded.
“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Elise, who had been debating whether to bring up Mary to him, quickly changed her mind. Keeping her by her side was an absolute must. She had to create the optimal situation to make it happen.
Elise had dinner with Blake and a light chat, after which she was escorted back to her room by him.
It was late at night when her plan had to be put into action.
When the moment arrived, Elise pulled the bell. Soon, Kate, the maid of honor, knocked on the door. Despite the late hour, she was neatly dressed.
“Do you need anything?”
"His Highness is working late. I'd like to bring him some snacks. Could you prepare them for me?"
“How about the wine, ham, and cheese you received yesterday?”
“It seems perfect.”
Just thinking about it makes her mouth water again.
“Should I bring some simple clothes to wear?”
“Um... I guess so?”
Kate's eyes sparkled.
“Yes. I’ll choose for you.”
Elise smiled contentedly as she watched her back as she eagerly entered the dressing room.
'As expected, you're quick-witted.'
As Elise had expected, the clothes Kate brought out were all racy. To put it simply, they were nothing more than sleazy scraps of mesh and lace. She was truly a capable maid.
When Elise remained silent and did not open her mouth, he grabbed her wrist and gently pulled it.
"December 28th, in the alley behind the Brandwood Hotel in Glendale. That's where and when we first met."
Without much resistance, Elise sat on his lap as he led her.
"Do you remember when you were my partner at the Sausalito boat party? Your aquamarine dress was absolutely beautiful."
Elise just stared at him with a blank expression.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you not believe me?”
He lifted one hand and rubbed her lower abdomen subtly.
“You have a scar here. You got it when you were fourteen.”
Elise placed her hand over his.
“Who are you?”
Her voice was cold. Rex's eyes drooped sullenly at Elise's words.
“What’s wrong, Elise? Have you forgotten that I died for you?”
Elise laughed and took his hand away from her stomach.
“Look, Your Royal Highness. I don’t know why you stole that guy’s memories, but that doesn’t make you ‘Cain Liberto.’”
If he really was Cain Liberto, he would never have mentioned her scar, no matter how much it was to make his presence known.
His face hardened at her firm words. Elise rose from his lap and smoothed out the crumpled hem of her dress.
"Seeing you lie so shamelessly, are you some kind of devil? Did you go to hell?"
“...”
“Why would you commit suicide for nothing? You’re so stupid.”
Rex followed Elise and jumped up from his seat.
“Hey, you...”
"Why? Did you think I'd be grateful and welcome you if you pretended to be Cain? You were sorely mistaken. If you were really him, I'd have slapped you first."
He clenched his jaw, his eyes darting back and forth, a confused expression on his face. Elise, who had been watching him intently, tilted her head slightly and asked.
“But are you really a devil?”
"...What?"
Because the situation was urgent, Philippe didn't elaborate on the grand framework and entities that make up the afterlife. Elise alone assumed that if there were agents from the upper world, members of the middle ground, there would be something representing "evil."
Sje know who he is, and she knows about Cain Liberto, but she feels a bit unsure. So, the wisest course of action would be to lull him into a state of insecurity and then do her best to extract information.
Elise was careful not to reveal her sharp wariness, only her curiosity.
"No, I was just wondering if there really was such a thing as hell or the devil. Since it's already been revealed, why don't you tell me?"
Rex, who was looking at her with eyes that said, "What the heck, something like this?", suddenly chuckled as if he had thought of something.
"If something comes, something must go. If I reveal my identity, what will you do for me?"
Elise frowned. A deal with the devil (or a man she suspected of being one). Who in their right mind would make such a deal?
"...Yes. I’m not that curious. Just think of it as a devilishly shady thing.”
“It’s a bit cloudy...”
“I don’t know if you know, but I came here the moment I died. I don’t know anything, and I have nothing to give you.”
Knowing Lucas's identity meant she had a ton of information at her fingertips, but she had no intention of handing it over to him.
He grabbed her as she was about to sit back down on the sofa with a look of complete indifference.
“Let me put it in just once, and I’ll tell you.”
“What should I put in it?”
"Yeah, it smells good there. Did you get some worldview correction or something? I'm so horny I'm about to cum."
Elise laughed in amazement.
"Are you a pervert or something? Are perverts also demons? What's the difference?"
Anyway, the answer was set.
“I don’t like it.”
But Rex didn't give up easily.
“Then maybe fellatio.”
“I hate that too.”
He gaped at the repeated rejections.
“You want to know my identity?”
“If you really want to tell me, I can do it with my hands.”
“That’s too weak!”
“If you don’t like it, then don’t say it.”
“No. Instead, take off your panties and give them to me.”
Elise's eyes turned cold as she looked at him.
'I've seen all kinds of perverts.'
But it wasn't exactly a losing deal. Elise, still dumbfounded, reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Then she handed it to him.
“Is that okay?”
Rex nodded, then sat back down on the sofa, loosening his belt. He lowered his pants, and a thick pillar popped out. It was slightly bent, and the veins were prominent, giving it a sinister look.
“Do it.”
“Yes, don’t complain.”
Elise wrapped her hand around the tip of his thick shaft. It was slippery and wet, as if he was about to cum.
“Tell me. Are you a devil? Or do you call yourself an agent?”
"Agents... they're just like those superficial, upper-world guys. Just think of them as devils. Anyway, whatever you call me, it's already been decided who I am."
“Well, that’s true.”
Elise spread the clear liquid, which was so thick it was scary to touch, evenly over the pillar and slowly rubbed it up and down.
“Why did you pretend to be Cain? To get me on your side?”
“Just a little faster...”
At his impatient request, Elise shook his pillar a little faster. The dripping liquid clung to her hand.
“Ugh, haa... Yeah, that’s what I was going to do. I thought you’d be a little grateful to that guy.”
"That's ridiculous. He killed me regardless of my wishes. He's just a murderer."
He couldn't stand the excitement and spoke breathlessly, as if pleading.
"Yes, just let me put one finger in there. You're cumming too. The smell of you is driving me crazy."
Although he was not wrong about the fluid flowing from below, Elise shook her head.
“No. Blake will be here soon.”
“I can make it so you don’t get caught.”
"How?"
"I told you I was a demon. Just divide space and control the flow of time."
“Huh, you’re quite capable, aren’t you?”
“I told you, so let me put it in now.”
“This isn’t the information I wanted?”
“Then what more do you want?”
Elise withdrew her hand from his. Her thick penis, deprived of pleasure, throbbed in frustration. She leaned back on the sofa, her gaze fixed on his reddened eyes.
“I’ll let you put it in, so tell me how you got that memory.”
Then she lifted her skirt to her waist and spread her legs arrogantly, exposing her moist, pink flesh.
“Do you happen to have the ability to spy on people’s minds or steal memories?”
He shook his head, licking his lips.
“There’s no such thing. We just made a deal.”
“Deal? What kind?”
"I can't say that. It's taboo. Can I put it in now?"
He asked impatiently.
“Yes. Just one finger.”
“Yes, keep shaking mine too.”
He climbed onto her, supporting himself with his knees and one arm, and groped Elise's lower body. His middle finger, having precisely located the opening where the liquid was flowing, dug deep inside.
“Haa, this is awesome.”
He groaned pleasantly and put his thing back in Elise's hand.
Elise lowered her eyes, savoring the pleasure bestowed upon her. As befitting a hotbed of depravity, his hand movements were exquisite. He seemed to have a keen understanding of where to press, rub, and scratch to please a woman.
Her insides twitched and tightened as the pace increased. She clung to his fingers, seeking even stronger pleasure.
Elise tilted her head back and quickly stroked his penis, which was so thick she couldn't even fully squeeze it. She didn't forget to stimulate the slit where her fluid was oozing out.
“Ugh, ugh, haa...”
He kept thrusting his hips as he poked her bottom with his fingers. Looking up at him, his face flushed and his moans rough, it felt like they were having real sex.
'I'm just doing it with my hands, but I really like it.'
It seems that the devil has a highly developed sexual sense.
***
When Blake returned, Elise and Rex were calmly drinking tea. The only difference since he'd left was the number of cookies.
'Magic, it's so convenient.'
Although her underwear had been taken away, her wet bottom was now clean, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable. In fact, she was in a good mood because she was having so much fun.
Blake stamped the document Rex handed him with a relieved expression. Rex also stamped the document with the royal seal and shared a copy with Blake.
Rex, having finished his work, stood up from his seat.
“See you soon.”
He was also satisfied and did not tease or provoke Elise anymore.
“See you at the capital.”
Elise greeted him somewhat shyly. It was a truly pretentious gesture, but Rex merely chuckled and said nothing.
Blake, who had returned after seeing Rex off alone, carefully observed Elise's expression and asked.
“Didn’t he act recklessly?”
"We just talked. He asked me how I lived before I got married. Were you worried?"
"Yes. He's dangerous. It's best to stay away from him."
In any sense, Blake was right. Elise smiled and nodded.
“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Elise, who had been debating whether to bring up Mary to him, quickly changed her mind. Keeping her by her side was an absolute must. She had to create the optimal situation to make it happen.
Elise had dinner with Blake and a light chat, after which she was escorted back to her room by him.
It was late at night when her plan had to be put into action.
***
When the moment arrived, Elise pulled the bell. Soon, Kate, the maid of honor, knocked on the door. Despite the late hour, she was neatly dressed.
“Do you need anything?”
"His Highness is working late. I'd like to bring him some snacks. Could you prepare them for me?"
“How about the wine, ham, and cheese you received yesterday?”
“It seems perfect.”
Just thinking about it makes her mouth water again.
“Should I bring some simple clothes to wear?”
“Um... I guess so?”
Kate's eyes sparkled.
“Yes. I’ll choose for you.”
Elise smiled contentedly as she watched her back as she eagerly entered the dressing room.
'As expected, you're quick-witted.'
As Elise had expected, the clothes Kate brought out were all racy. To put it simply, they were nothing more than sleazy scraps of mesh and lace. She was truly a capable maid.
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