Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 222

"Viviane, it would be best if Desmond-sama embraced you as well."

Suddenly hearing those words, Viviane was taken aback.

Charlotte treated Viviane like a god, offering VIP treatment. Although Viviane initially tried to avoid the "Impregnation Lord" stuff, Charlotte shared the episode of her own, which motivated Viviane to create a new piece.

Lost in her writing, she sat at her desk, showing a natural face with slightly messy light brown hair, looking pretty average as she's just a regular person in this world. Desmond thinks she looks like a mouse. It's not like she usually looks any different——well, maybe a bit.

She was clad in loose-fitting attire that did little to accentuate her body. Behind the door was Lady Margaret.

"――What!?"

Her eyes widened, and after a moment of bewilderment, Viviane's brain, having finally processed her words, emitted a squeaking voice resembling that of a mouse.

Lady Margaret, a youthful beauty inconceivable for a mother of sisters in their late twenties and thirties, had shining large emerald eyes, platinum blonde waves similar to her youngest daughter, and voluptuous breasts comparable to the two sisters. Even in a dress, the well-defined curves of her hips were evident, making her an overwhelming presence as a woman. However, more than her physical allure, Viviane's experience as an author warned her of the danger this person posed.

Even though it couldn't compete with Desmond's "Chicken Sense," she possessed "People Observation." And with the first thing she said, it's not surprising that Viviane-sensei, or the "Mouse," got a bit suspicious.

Then, Lady Margaret just walked up to her without any hesitation.

"Wait a moment!"

"Why? There's nothing to be scared of, you know."

――Scary.

Even those who weren't Viviane might think so in this situation. Despite her friendly smiles, if she wasn't dangerous, she wouldn't have the title Witch of Terrace. —―Sure enough, Viviane, who sensed that fear from the start, was spot on. Now, knowing that she is the source of all the mischief that led to witnessing the work of the "Impregnation Lord," her intuition has been proven correct.

Even without that, what she said was...

"I just thought, maybe we should spice things up with some steamy scenes as a bonus. To do that, experiencing it yourself is the best, right?"

"Wha―!?" ——She didn't ask for that at all. Of course, because she just said it out of the blue. ——How absurd! I wasn't even given the time to think.

"It's alright. You'll feel better soon. That's also how I was impregnated."

*Blush*, Her cheeks turned pink. Her face at this time, looking like a pretty maiden, was enough to make one almost entranced.

But——

――That's Scary!

"No, no... Please forgive me."

"I won't~"

Though her tone and appearance seemed gentle, what she was attempting and the way she cornered Viviane was ruthless. Using her noble status as a shield, she intended to torment the body of this commoner and make her pregnant. And all for the sake of making a piece of writing.

An aristocratic tyranny was about to unfold.

"No arguing."

"Nooooo——!"

The pitiful voice of a commoner echoed in a room of the mansion.

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"I can't forgive you even though you're my own mother!"

"Sorry."

In Desmond's bedroom, Margaret was forced to sit in seiza on the bed while being scolded by her daughter.

When she tried to roll up Ms. Mouse and toss it into Desmond's bedroom, there was already a guest, Charlotte. Well, it's not like there wouldn't be anything else, but as she entered the bedroom carrying the rolled-up mouse, trouble ensued.

A mother was forced into the unfamiliar sitting style by her daughter, and she had no choice but to comply meekly. Such was the commanding demeanor of Charlotte. Was she, who could be considered a "witch," unable to predict this? Did she know but pretended not to? Or was it simply because her daughter's growth was exceptionally remarkable?

As a result, a mother was lectured by her own daughter who stood naked in front of her. With the long, platinum blonde wavy hair, her large emerald pupils, and her swollen breasts that looked so much alike, her slightly pink nipples were already erect. Sweat beads rose from their skin like steam, and her platinum blonde pubic hair was glistening.

It's obvious what she was doing. By the way, next to Margaret, who was made to sit properly, was a maid with her big ass raised in the air, spilling cloudy liquid from her rosebud.

Desmond wrapped a towel around his waist and stood there. He had a tall, muscular build that wasn't too thin or too bulky. A golden-haired, blue-eyed, and disgustingly handsome face, according to him.

Next to them is Ms. Mouse.

"I'm sorry for my mother-in-law."

Said Desmond. Nobles aren't easily allowed to apologize, but this is within the privacy of the bedroom. Even Viviane already recognized that Desmond is somewhat unusual.

"N-no, you're a noble, after all."

Desmond couldn't help but think, Noble huh? Even with just a towel around his waist, he still tried to cling to some sense of morality.

He figured it was okay since everyone else, except him, was a woman, it was safe for his wife to lecture her mother completely naked. He couldn't help but wonder if was a bit off.

"How dare you interfere with God's creation, mother."

Judging by what she's doing, Desmond wonders whether Charlotte is her fan or a thug. He takes a quick glance at Miss Mouse.

"You've been through a lot."

"............Yes"

Miss Mouse sighs, looking disheveled.

If she had someone strong backing her up, would it be different? But from the looks of it, maybe that support wasn't worth much.

—Being popular is tough.

Desmond thinks about it as if it's someone else's business.

"Should I be the supporter? Then I could protect her from other nobles," he mutters. "But, our house isn't really a big shot......."

"That's it!"

"..........Huh?"

Suddenly, his naked wife, who was lecturing his mother-in-law turns towards him. Her once lightly peach-colored nipples are now erect. In response, Desmond's towel rises. ――I've had enough of this lustful couple.

The wife turns to face Viviane-sensei.

"Viviane-sensei, you must remain in this territory. As you can see, this is the perfect environment to protect you."

No, no, that can't be right, Desmond still tries to say, but

Starting with《Gray Hound》,then《Platinum Breaker》 Dragon, 《Blue Demon》,《Red Demon》,《Aldora Knights》, and now the 《Witch of the Terrace》 have joined hands. His position as the 《Impregnation Lord》 is almost guaranteed.

――Seriously.

Desmond falls silent.

"And besides," Charlotte smiles, "If Viviane-sama is carrying Desmond-sama's child, there's no way she can be poached away."

Huh? Why was Charlotte lecturing Margaret-sama? Desmond wonders if he's sick. It's the "I don't remember" syndrome that afflicts mostly great men.

"No, the reason I was mad at Mother was because she didn't ask first and rushed things."

Charlotte peeks into Viviane's eyes.

"Anyway, even if you don't get pregnant with Desmond-sama's child, with this much information, we can't let it out to the outside world."

""..........Piii""

The voices of commoner and noble overlap.

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