As A Result of Trying To Live An Erotic Slow-Life, I Have Become The Underground Ruler of This Upside-Down Otherworld - Chapter 41: Milady: Flirt Mode, Level 1

Chapter 41: Milady: Flirt Mode, Level 1

“Haa…”

Liliel’s heated breath fills the room, thick with emotion.

Arius’s thoughts grind to a halt as the sudden strip show begins.

Unable to even stand from the chair he’s rooted to, he can only stare, transfixed, at the soft skin peeking through Liliel’s opened clothes.

“S-Stay… like that…”

Relief washes over Liliel’s heart.

She’d been terrified he might bolt from the room like a startled rabbit.

This is her first time baring her true, untransformed skin to anyone—her real self, laid bare.

“L-Liliel-san?”

“All I can offer you… is my heart, Dear.”

Arius told her she could be proud of herself.

She still doesn’t believe she’s worthy of that pride, but as he said, all she can do is offer her true self and hope he accepts it.

Is this love? Is it passion?

She doesn’t know. But her heart aches for Arius, uncontrollably.

She’s a loser.

She has no right to demand he be hers now.

She’d told herself she’d give up cleanly if she lost, even doubted these feelings along the way. Yet, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t let go.

…Gulp.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the fabric draping her body falls to the floor, revealing Liliel’s form.

Arius’s mind swirls with questions—how did this happen?—and the rational urge to stop her.

But then…

“You’re… beautiful.”

“Dear… ♡”

At Arius’s words, a flush of scarlet blooms across Liliel’s pale skin.

The air grows heavy with sensuality. Liliel, though tinged with shame, can’t hide her rising carnal excitement.

But it’s not like Arius’s thoughts are swept away by the sultry atmosphere.

No, it’s something else.

She’s like a work of art.

Utterly, breathtakingly beautiful. Even among Arius’s refined sensibilities, Liliel’s appearance is among the most exquisite he’s ever seen.

With each layer of clothing that falls away, her beauty takes on an almost divine sanctity, like an untouchable goddess statue.

“I want to be by your side, Dear.”

Her steps are those of a deity.

A goddess of beauty advances toward Arius, one deliberate step at a time.

After pressing her lips together firmly, Liliel moves her arms and hands, no longer shielding her chest or lower body. She lays everything bare before Arius.

The curve of her breasts, the line from her waist to her hips, the flow to her backside.

Arius knows nothing of art, but even he’s certain this body is the pinnacle of beauty.

Towa might embody a past lover.

Mia, the ultimate act of service.

Celica, the height of ecstasy.

But Arius, even recalling his past life, has never encountered a nude form this breathtaking.

“Haa… Dear… ♡ Fufu, are my breasts catching your eye?”

At last, Liliel stands right before Arius.

It’s not that her breasts are his sole focus—he’s still seated, while she’s standing, and his line of sight just happens to fall on her palm-sized breasts and the pink tips trembling with shame or pleasure.

“Nn… ♡”

“N-Nh…?”

Liliel pinches one of those prominent tips with her fingers.

“P-Please, look… Ah, fuh… ♡ These n-nipples… I want you to accept them, too, Dear… ♡”

She begins to tease and twist them, her breaths now heavy with raw desire. Of course—this is something she’s fantasized about countless times, imagining Arius in her mind.

This is how I want you to touch me.

Liliel doesn’t realize it, but to an outsider, she’d look like nothing more than a shameless woman begging for Arius’s favor.

“Nn, fwa! ♡ Dear… ♡”

It’s still just self-pleasure, for now.

To show him how many nights she’s endured like this, to prove how deeply she’s yearned for him.

She’s simply, utterly, throwing herself at him.

Longing for him, aching to be claimed, with all her heart.

“A-Uh…”

Arius, faced with this torrent of emotion, is drowning in confusion.

He’s not just struggling to keep up with the situation—moments ago, he saw something almost holy, and now it’s plummeting into depravity.

The gap is too much for his mind and senses to process. Yet…

“Ah, haa! ♡”

His body is responding loud and clear.

The bulge in Arius’s pants strains against the fabric, practically bursting.

His body alone grasps the truth: the female before him is a shameless creature, begging for his essence.

“Dear… ♡ It’s so grand, such a splendid manhood… ♡”

At that moment, Liliel’s rationality melts away.

Her final worry—whether he’d even desire her body—is gone.

With that fear erased, Liliel dives headfirst into her clumsy seduction.

“Nn, aa! ♡ It’s hot, so hot… ♡ Nnh! ♡ My mind’s… going blank… ♡”

But she never touches Arius.

She’s set an absolute rule for herself in this moment: she won’t lay a hand on him.

“M-Dear! ♡ Dear… ♡”

Her tongue lolls out, her hips buck unconsciously in the air.

Before she knows it, her legs are splayed wide, as if to give him a better view.

The being that was once simply beautiful now looks like nothing but a fallen angel, drenched in lust.

“Nchu! ♡ Nn! ♡ Jubu! ♡ Churu! ♡ Zuzu!”

One hand, once teasing her chest, is now in her mouth.

The other works furiously between her thighs, sending droplets flying.

“Nhyu! ♡ I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna come… ♡ Dear, D-Dear… AHHHH! ♡”

Pusha! A small sound rings out.

Her knees tremble, her body arches back.

Yet she doesn’t collapse—Liliel stands firm before Arius, reaching her climax and displaying it proudly.

“Ah, fuh, ah… Nn! ♡ N’a! ♡ Nnn! ♡”

And the self-pleasure show begins anew.

She won’t stop—not until her limits force her to, at least. In her heart, she wishes he’d keep watching, even if she passes out.

This is all she has left.

It’s the only way to convey how desperately she wants him.

“N’a! ♡ Jubu, juru! ♡ Nchu! ♡”

She seduces with her eyes, her body, her shameless lust.

Begging, pleading, endlessly.

“Ngu! ♡ Aa! ♡ Dear, Dear… ♡ Are you watching? I-I’m… already… ♡ Already… ♡”

At some point, Liliel leans forward, gazing into Arius’s face.

Her trembling knees can barely hold her up—she grips the back of his chair for support.

“Aaah! ♡ I love you, I love you! ♡ I’m in love with you! ♡ Even if you don’t accept me, these feelings… they’re love! ♡”

And she declares it.

In a corner of her lust-clouded mind, the words he spoke—you can be proud—still linger.

“E-Even if… you don’t understand! ♡ I don’t… care! ♡ y-y… ♡ you’re my treasure! ♡ Dear, Dear…! ♡”

Even if no one else understands, the feelings blazing in my heart are all for you.

“T-Treasure… ♡ I-I… ♡ I won’t… give up—Mmmph! ♡”

Liliel, baring her soul so close to him, is still achingly beautiful.

Arius, seized by a primal need to claim this exquisite treasure and keep it from further tarnish, captures her lips in a fierce, ravenous kiss.

“Tch-this… k-kiss—Hnnngh! ♡”

In the same breath, Arius’s throbbing length surges into the slick, yearning heat of her core.

“Mmmh! ♡ Haaahn! ♡ Nnngh! ♡ Ohhh! ♡”

Cradled in Arius’s arms, Liliel’s own arms, draped desperately around his neck, tremble with no strength left.

Her moans, spilling from parted lips, are raw, primal wails, drawn out with every deep thrust into her quivering core.

The so-called station bender position.

Liliel’s hips shudder under each long, forceful stroke, her curves jiggling. At Arius’s feet, a glistening pool of white, mixed with her dripping nectar, forms from countless releases.

“Nnhah! ♡”

Reality has melted away for Liliel.

The ecstasy of his touch, the overwhelming satisfaction of his seed flooding her womb—these consume her entirely.

The sting of her first time? Long gone. Only pleasure remains, a vivid, all-encompassing blaze.

“Liliel! Liliel!”

“N-Nh? A-Ah, haaah! ♡ Dear… ♡ Mchu! ♡”

Arius isn’t calling to elicit a response, but she answers anyway, leaning in to offer a fervent, sloppy kiss.

Liliel’s mind is a molten whirl of chaos.

Every shade of happiness saturates her being.

She didn’t win him, not truly—she’s the one who’s been claimed, made his possession.

And that’s more than enough.

Having tasted the raw, masculine force of Arius, the notion of claiming this treasure feels ludicrous.

No, to be permitted to polish this radiant gem with her body, to preserve its brilliance—that alone is the pinnacle of bliss.

“Mmm… Hyaaah! ♡”

Liliel’s consciousness teeters, ready to dissolve at any moment.

No, it’s already flickered out several times, overwhelmed by pleasure too intense for a virgin to bear.

But Arius doesn’t relent.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

He’s intoxicated by the thrill of defiling something pristine.

A being he once mistook for a divine artwork, a sacred relic, now writhes in his arms, his to mold as he desires.

Beyond the carnal ecstasy, a dark, shivering delight slithers up his spine.

“—”

“Liliel!!”

“Mmh, ah! ♡ Dear? Mmh?”

When her responses fade, he calls her name, rousing her back to awareness.

“I-I’m…! Hnnngh! ♡ Mmmph! ♡”

And then her consciousness shatters once more.

The cycle repeats, relentless.

She begged so fervently, and now the man—no, the orc blood in Arius—growls to give her exactly what she pleaded for.

Her womb, brimming beyond capacity with his seed, can hold no more, so he churns it out, prying at her core with his tip, unleashing torrents with each merciless thrust.

Liliel possesses no extraordinary sensual talents.

Her beauty is her sole weapon—devastating, but singular.

There’s no reason she should endure Arius’s unrestrained onslaught.

And so…

“L-Liliel-sama!!”

“—Ah?”

The thick, lust-soaked air in the room stirs as a breeze slips through.

Beyond the opened door stands another female.

“N-Nh… Haa… ♡”

Thud. Liliel slumps to the floor.

Yet Arius’s still-turgid length, freed from her core, towers unyielding.

“…Uh, I came to, um, retrieve Liliel-sama?”

“Oh… Is that so?”

Arius’s lips twist into a wicked, crescent grin.

Liliel, now dozing blissfully on the floor, and his unmistakably virile pride, still pulsing with intent.

“Then come over here.”

“A-Ahaha… If possible, I-I’d kinda hoped my first time would be, y’know, romantic…”

To think he’d stalk toward her even as he beckons.

Luuri, with the trembling instincts of a young female, knows her virginity is moments from being claimed.

“A-At least… be gentle?”

“I’ll make it feel good.”

The arm coiling around her waist vows she won’t slip away.

“M-Mooom!”

“What, you offering a mother-daughter special?”

They’re utterly out of sync.

Luuri, grasping this, softly bids farewell to the virginity she hadn’t particularly treasured.