Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

But today was different, as the Mistress herself had arrived at his mansion. Draped in a violet gown lined with silver, she smiled at him from across the table. The half-bald man, anxious and afraid, continued wiping his head the longer the mistress's silence continued. At the same time, his wife, who was seated right beside him, was checking out the Mistress's dress.

More lavish than her own with more diamonds than she'd ever seen, Rudeia's heart was burning with jealousy, yet she continued to smile.

Adjusting her Masquerade Mask as her gaze turned to Rudeia, a look of scorn crossed her eyes. Being a devil and a succubus, she could see right through that illusion of niceness presented by Rudeia, and so the smile on her lips felt almost mocking to the Mistress.

"Do you two realize the kind of hole you've dug yourself?" She asked, shifting her attention back to Roswalt.

With a hum, she looked at the fat bastard sweating like a pig. After the events of yesterday, the news about the queen's dethroning had reached both the Mistress and the Ed' Edne Rune family. Not only that, the wedding wasn't called out and yet Robin was no longer allowed to leave the King's castle.

"I–" Panting with angst, Roswalt's eyes wandered aimlessly. His red suit wet with sweat was enough of a reflection of how he was handling the whole thing. "I didn't think the prince would find out so soon…We thought we could get Robin into the castle once the wedding was done, but!"

"Mhnmmm~" Humming and nodding frantically, the Mistress mocked Roswalt's excuses. "Next you're gonna say that you don't like little girls? And your wife…"

Shifting her eyes again to the smiling woman, the Mistress's expression soured once more.

"She can pretend all she wants, but still an orc-loving slut," Rudeia's eyes widened in shock as the Mistress called her out on her peculiar fetish. Jumping out of the couch, she glared down at the succubus–her eyes burning with rage.

"How dare you accuse me of something like that?!" but instead of responding, the Mistress leaned back into her seat and with a snap of her finger conjured in her hands a piece of contract paper.

"Here's the slave contract for the orc you have in your bedroom every night," leaning forward again while Rudeia was left blushing and ashamed, the Mistress began reading from a list of things that had been tried on her slave.

"Anal, drinking his–ugh…this is disgusting, rimming his asshole, making your husband watch him fucking you like an animal, creampies, and the list goes on, do you want me to keep reading?"

Past a moment of shame, anger returned in Rudeia's eyes. Shifting her attention to her husband, she tried to make him defend her dignity. But more than her the man knew that the slaves sold by the Mistress were contracted to her and not their owner–it was one of the conditions for her deals.

"I can even see his memories Miss Rune, and believe me you're one of the worst women I've seen," taking a deep breath, the Mistress made the contract disappear and leaned back into her seat again. "But my people love humans like you, after all, the horny imps just can't help themselves when they see the despravest of the depraved and show them just how little they actually know about depravity."

"Why did you even come here?! Just say it and go!" Tired of her games, Rudeia wanted the MIstress to be gone as soon as possible.

"Rudeia! Shut up for a minute!" Her husband tried to calm her down, but just one sharp glance from his wife and he retreated into his shell like a threatened turtle.

As for the Mistress–she didn't exactly appreciate Rudeia's tone, and so with a smile, she got up, and decided to leave without warning the family of anything.

'You deserve what's coming to you…' She thought and then her lips parted for mockery.

"My servants are waiting in my den because of this meeting, and my breasts are already aching for their lips, but I suppose since you don't want me here, I should leave and let what's about to happen; happen as a form of punishment for keeping me away from fucking, ahaha~"

Jumping out of his seat, Roswalt's hand-stretched forward to stop the Mistress as she turned around to leave. But his hand was quickly shot down by his wife, who barely understood the implication of what she'd done.

Chuckling all the way out to the door, the Mistress no longer cared about what happened to one of her puppets, instead, she mocked him some more–fully expecting never to have to do such a meeting with him ever again.

"Say hi to the other devils for me Roswalt, and you can watch your wife getting fucked by much more massive giants down there so don't worry if they eat your dick for you having fucked little girls!" Her voice and her laughter echoed for a whole minute, and only when she was gone from the mansion did the menacing aura subside a little bit.

Minutes passed and Roswalt was still in utter shock of what had happened. He just couldn't believe how much his wife had fucked up the situation. And just moments after the Mistress was gone, she was walking away towards her room, pretending as if nothing at all had happened.

'THIS IDIOT! SHE WAS PROBABLY HERE TO HELP US GET OUT OF THIS MESS!' He had the right idea, but the time to beg for the Mistress's forgiveness was already far gone. Now, all that he could do was either watch his wife and the orc fucking each other or try to escape, even though he knew with Markus involved that would end in an early death sentence.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" He mumbled before sinking into the couch–defeated, but soon enough as the moans of his wife came from his room, the fat-old bastard began jerking off until one of the maids was forced to suck his dirty cock.