4 4. Her name was…[R-18]
4 Her name was…[R-18]
[Disclaimer: The following chapter contains scenes of sexual harassment, violence, and disturbing content. Please read at your own discretion.]
Eighteen years prior to Logan's transmigration...
"Sir Maxwell! Congratulations! It's a boy!"
A maid entered Maxwell's room, her face adorned with a forced smile, trying to hide her discomfort.
"Oh, a boy, huh? Who gave birth?"
Maxwell, a tall man with green eyes and red hair, glanced at the maid, his drunken state evident in his disheveled appearance. He sat on the bed, clad only in his underwear, emanating a strong smell of alcohol. The room was in disarray, with various clothing strewn across the floor—maid uniforms, bras, panties, torn garments, an expensive gown, and blood-stained bedsheets.
The maid's cheerful expression quickly faded as she stepped into the room, overwhelmed by the pungent stench and the deplorable sight before her. Numerous empty alcohol bottles littered the room, and a foul-smelling liquid stained the surroundings. The women lying on the bed were oozing a white substance from their intimate areas, a clear indication of what Maxwell had been engaged in.
Nevertheless, the maid gathered her composure and fulfilled her duty.
"Sir Maxwell, Madam Lara has given birth to your son and requests your presence to name the newborn," she informed him, maintaining her professional demeanor.
Maxwell, oblivious to the maid's discomfort, finally acknowledged her presence as he placed his hand on his chin, assessing her appearance.
"Tall, ample bosom concealed by that apron, blonde hair, blue eyes. Truly beautiful," he thought to himself.
After a moment of contemplation, Maxwell responded to the maid, his words slurred by his inebriation.
"Ah, Lara, huh? Well, thank you for letting me know."
He rose from the bed and approached the maid, who had delivered the news.
Without acknowledging her, he passed by and closed the door behind him with a loud thud.
"Now, let me reward you for your hard work," Maxwell declared, a sinister undertone in his voice, as he threw the maid onto the bed.
Caught off guard by Maxwell's sudden actions, the maid found herself at the mercy of a beast. She could only watch in terror as he undressed her.
"You smell delightful, my dear maid," Maxwell remarked, removing every garment from her body until she was completely exposed.
The once cheerful maid's face lost all signs of joy, replaced by fear and helplessness.
'Curse you, Lara! I wanted my lover to have my chastity, not this beast!'
The maid inwardly cursed Lara, desperately trying to shield her beautiful breasts from the beast's gaze. Tears streamed down her face, but Maxwell remained indifferent. He only desired to revel in the body of the newly appointed blonde maiden.
"Now I understand why they pay more for maiden women. If only I had the money... if it weren't for the dire need to save my dying father with a medium health potion," she thought bitterly, the tears showing no signs of abating. If not for that desperate situation, she would have fought back against the beast, even if it meant risking her own life.
Having ceased his groping and kissing, Maxwell grasped a wooden stick in his hand.
"Huff... huff... you didn't moan, huh?" Maxwell asked, swinging the stick back and forth.
Whip...
The stick emitted a sharp cracking sound.
"So now... until you moan," he declared, a wide grin stretching across his face.
Whip...
"AH!"
He struck the maid with the stick.
"I had planned to reward you with a pleasurable experience, but it seems you relish in pain. Therefore, I shall alter my plans," Maxwell sadistically remarked, his strikes intensifying.
Whip... whip...
"AHHHH!!! Please, stop!"
The maid cried out in agony, unable to bear the excruciating pain.
"Now I understand why those maids had such wicked grins on their faces! They wanted me to suffer!" The realization struck the blonde maid like a bolt of lightning. Why had they entrusted her with the task of delivering the news to Maxwell? Why had they relinquished the reward? She had been naïve to think the maids were ignorant.
"Stop! Master! I beg you!" she pleaded desperately, as Maxwell continued his relentless assault.
'How dare she not moan!' Maxwell seethed with rage. He cared not for the newborn child; he was consumed by his perverse routine.
The other women lying on the bed trembled in fear, silently expressing gratitude for having moaned. Otherwise...
Gulp.
The maid being mercilessly beaten could only curse her wretched fate for ending up in this wretched place.
This was Maxwell's residence, belonging to Viscount Maxwell Finnair, the detested noble of the Fulger Kingdom. No one wished to encounter him, for he perpetually reeked of alcohol, engaged in corruption, and had violated every woman working within his mansion. Such was the reputation of Viscount Maxwell Finnair, the brother of the queen. Yet, no one dared to voice their grievances against him.
However, it hadn't always been this way. The transformation had occurred in the past few years.
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'W-what is he doing?!'
Gulp...
Lara, exhausted from waiting for Maxwell, decided to confront and reprimand her husband. However, what she witnessed was Maxwell committing a heinous act of rape upon the maid she had sent to deliver the message. It was the first time she had glimpsed this repulsive side of her husband, and the sight filled her with revulsion.
But there was a more troubling discovery—the maid displayed lifeless eyes, devoid of any response or signs of pain. Her entire body was covered in wounds, her beautiful face marred by scratches. And she was not the only woman in the room; there were several more. Observing the lifeless eyes of the blonde maid, Lara's unease intensified.
Gulp...
"Moan now! Quickly! Moan!" Maxwell's voice echoed, accompanied by the sound of his wooden stick striking the maid.
'I cannot allow my baby to suffer the same fate!' Lara's resolve solidified as she raced toward her room, her heart pounding.
"Johnson! Take Kevin and flee!" Lara commanded upon entering the room, where she found the elderly butler tidying up.
"So, you have finally witnessed it, huh?" the old butler remarked.
"Y-yes... he is truly..." Beads of sweat formed on Lara's forehead.
"In that case, I shall ensure the safety of young master Kevin. What about you, Lady Lara?" The old butler, unfazed by the situation, didn't inquire further.
"I shall depart as well, but not before putting an end to this beast," she declared, drawing her sword.
"I wish you victory, Lady Lara," the butler replied calmly, approaching Kevin, lifting him gently, and swiftly departing.
"Today, Maxwell, I shall send you to hell," Lara proclaimed as she set out to confront and kill her husband.
"Haa... foolish humans..." Johnson muttered, gazing at the blazing mansion from a distance.
"Huaaam... what a pity, Maxwell," he continued, talking to himself.
"If only you could have defied us... Now, what should I do with this child?" Johnson pondered, shifting his attention to Kevin.
"Listen, child. We are contracted with demons, so I had no choice but to act that way. Do not blame me for it," Johnson pretended to have a conversation with Kevin.
"Another viscount has fallen. The Fluger family will have to face the consequences. Oh, what a magnificent and chaotic sight it will be," Johnson paused, scanning his surroundings.
He found himself deep within the dense forest.
"I do not wish to soil my hands with the blood of a newborn. Let the forest decide your fate, Kevin," he declared, placing Kevin on a rock before making his way out of the forest.
"Who will feast on you tonight? Wolves? Vampires? Bears? KEKEKEKE~" Johnson departed from the forest, leaving behind an eerie, demonic laughter that sent shivers through all living creatures dwelling within.
On that day, the estate of Viscount Maxwell Finnair was reduced to ashes, consumed by the inferno. The lifeless bodies of maids and butlers were discovered, victims of the ferocious battle between Lara and Maxwell. Their charred, cold forms lay scattered upon the ground, bearing witness to the devastating clash.
Yet, amidst the carnage, there was one body that wore a faint smile. As if granted justice, her face appeared somewhat less harrowing compared to the terror-stricken expressions of the deceased. With her blonde hair burned, her naked body bloodied and scorched, that body belonged to the same blonde maid—Victoria, her name.
For the first time in human history, the existence of demons was revealed to the world of Ventra.
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(A/N: Please read Author's thoughts.)
