Afterward, Egon, Vienna, and Noella returned to the mansion alongside the dozen combat slaves they had bought.

It was evening by then, so there wasn’t much to say to the slaves.

They were given accommodation in the servants’ quarters, where all the maid servants also stayed.

Neco, the cat-eared maid, and Tara, the bunny-eared maid, managed everything accordingly to Hilga’s instructions.

Egon was happy as he recalled the nine destructive Martial Art forms from Overlord’s Martial style.

He was very eager to try them in practice.

But as it was already dark, he resisted the urge.

Instead, he freshened up and ate the dinner Hilga brought.

While serving, Hilga was showing the cleavage of her massive bosom and her big ass—intentionally or unintentionally.

Egon, while swallowing his food, enjoyed the view with a wide smile.

Hilga was coming in line. That was good, but tonight he already had plans with Noella.

Vienna and Hilga would have to wait.

With his mortal body, he couldn’t handle them together yet.

"My lord, do you need something else?" the dark elf head maid, Hilga, asked, though in a sultry tone, as if she was ready to give herself to him already.

He smiled faintly and slipped one finger through her ass, making Hilga shudder.

"No. But I think you need to keep this hole ready for me. I might need to use it very soon, Hilga."

Shame and embarrassment ran through Hilga’s mind, but her body was already addicted to his touch.

"Um, yes, my lord. I will keep it ready. Everything is yours."

"Good. Now leave. I have a special guest visiting me tonight."

Hearing his order, Hilga left reluctantly.

Not long after, Noella entered from the hallway, her dark hair fluttering in the night breeze.

Noella paused once he was inside Egon’s newly claimed study. The heavy oak door remained half-open behind her. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the dark carpet and catching on the deep red floral embroidery of her gown. The fabric clung to her like liquid shadow, the high slit parting with every hesitant step to reveal long, pale thighs that trembled just enough to betray her nerves.

She closed the door softly. The latch clicked like a promise.

Egon sat in the high-backed chair behind the desk, legs spread casually, one elbow resting on the armrest, watching her with that same lazy, predatory patience he’d worn all day.

He didn’t speak first. He never had to.

Noella took another step forward. The slit widened further; the black silk whispered against skin, exposing the smooth curve of her inner thigh almost to the hip.

She wore no stockings tonight. Just bare flesh and the faint shimmer of nervous goosebumps.

"You called for me, brother-in-law," she murmured in a low and husky voice, appearing a little seductive.

Egon’s gaze dropped deliberately to the newly revealed skin, then lifted again to meet her silvery eyes.

He extended his right arm in welcoming gesture.

"I did. Come closer, Noella. Let me see how wet you already are just from walking in here."

Her heart trembled. Yet she obeyed, and her hips swayed with forced elegance until she stood between his knees. Close enough that he could smell the faint jasmine perfume she wore and the warmer, muskier scent blooming beneath it.

He reached out, fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh, tracing upward until they met damp silk.

"Angh~" Noella shivered violently.

"Ohh, already soaking through your underthings. Did you touch yourself while you waited outside my door?"

"N-no..." she lied, then corrected herself in a whisper. "um, a little. But I couldn’t help it."

His fingers pressed firmer, rubbing slow circles over the wet crotch.

"Good girl. Tell me exactly what you were thinking about."

Noella’s eyelashes fluttered as she moaned,

"Your sword. I was wondering how it tasted on Sister Vienna’s tongue earlier today. How thick it looked when it stretched her sheathe. How it would feel when it splits mine open."

Egon chuckled low, "Sister-in-law, you have filthy thoughts for such a proper noblewoman."

"I’m not proper anymore, brother-in-law." she purred. "Not since you touched me."

He stood suddenly, towering over her. One hand caught her jaw, tilting her face up. The other slid into her dark cascading hair, fisting gently at the roots.

"Then prove it."

Their mouths crashed together, starving, desperate, all teeth and tongue and shared breath.

"Mmph, hah~"

Noella moaned into the kiss, hands clutching his shirt as though she might fall without the support.

Egon devoured her like he’d been waiting days instead of hours. He bit her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp, then soothed it with slow licks.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

When they broke apart, both were panting.

"You taste so sweet, Noella. But it’s not enough."

Saying that, he stepped back just enough to unfasten his trousers.

The fabric slid down his thighs, and his cock sprang free.

Noella eyes widened. His cock was thick, veined, already leaking at the tip, the full 6.1 inches flushed dark with arousal.

"On your knees," he ordered.

Noella sank instantly, the black fabrics of her noble dress falling around her like flowers.

She stared up at him with her silvery eyes now glassy, and lips parted.

She leaned forward hesitantly, and extended her sweet pink tongue.

Her nose blew hot air to his dick.

At last, the hot pink tongue moved out to lap at the bead of precum crowning the head.

The first lick was tentative. Inexperienced. But exhilarating.

Egon groaned i his throat. "That’s it. Lick the tip again. Flatten your tongue."

She obeyed, pressing the broad flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside, swirling clumsily but eagerly.

He reached down, guiding her with a firm hand on the back of her head.

"Open wider. Take more. Relax your throat."

Noella tried. The head slipped past her lips, stretching them into a perfect O.

"Anngh~"

She whimpered around him, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft.

He felt heaven inside her hot lukewarm mouth.

"Now rwirl your tongue," he instructed barely. "Under the head—yes, like that. Now suck. Hollow your cheeks."

She followed every command. She was clumsy at first, then finding a rhythm as he praised her in low growls.

"Good. Just like that. Now move your head back and forth. Let me fuck your mouth like I fuck your sister’s cunt."

He also began to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper.

Noella gagged when he hit the back of her throat, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in.

"Damn! Her mouth is so warm so soft!"

Egon’s control finally broke. His hips moved faster while holding her head steady as he used her mouth in earnest.

"Schlik, schlik, schlik..."

Wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet room, mixed with her slurps, gags, and his low curses.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come," he warned. "Don’t you dare spill a drop."

One final deep thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as hot spurts flooded her mouth.

Noella choked, throat working frantically, but she swallowed what she could. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of cum and saliva connected her swollen lips to his slimy cock.

"Show me," he ordered.

She tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide. Pearly white sperms coated her tongue, also creating a pool behind her teeth.

"Swallow it."

She obeyed.

She closed her lips, throat bobbing visibly. A slow, seductive smile curved her mouth as the last of it slid down.

Her thighs pressed together. A fresh gush of arousal soaked through her undergarments, darkening the black silk between her legs in an obvious, glistening patch.

The scent of her longing filled the air, sweet, needy, desperate.

Egon looked down at her. She was once noble, but now debauched, trembling on her knees with tear tracks on her cheeks and cum-smeared lips.

He reached down, hooked a finger under her chin, and lifted her face.

"You know Noella, when a good girl wants something.. They should Beg for it," he said darkly

Noella’s eyes glazed with lust.

"Please... fuck me, brother-in-law. Ruin me. Make me yours completely. Just like you did with sister Vienna."