Chapter 110: Less Than Ideal Life Of A Supporting Husband (1)

Chapter 110: Less Than Ideal Life Of A Supporting Husband (1)

“Really... Thank you so much... How can I ever repay this kindness... Whatever you need, just say the word. I will do anything that I am capable of.”

After performing the exorcism and receiving overly generous thanks from Frederica, we left the residence of Blackdahlia.

However, I couldn’t shake off a nagging unease in my heart.

“Master... Why couldn’t the exorcism be completely successful?”

“...Indeed.”

When Elfrida informed me about the exorcism method, I thought it would either be a ‘success’ or a ‘failure,’ so she did not anticipate a ‘partial success’ like this.

“Could it be a lack of pleasure?”

The thought briefly crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

[Sextaterus]

Name: Estelle Blackdahlia.

Vaginal Intercourse: 0 times.

Anal Intercourse: 0 times.

Oral Intercourse: 0 times.

Masturbation Instances: 0 times.

Maximum Daily Orgasms: 111 times.

Last Used Material: None.

Estelle’s climax count had changed to three digits in just one day.

To be precise, it hadn’t even been a day.

After redressing Estelle in her pajamas, cleaning the fluid-soaked bedding, and airing out the room, the actual exorcism took about 10 hours.

“...But what if that’s not enough?”

I had no idea how much pleasure would suffice as compensation.

“I’ll look into it separately.”

“Then, shall the bitch also investigate...”

“No. Don’t even think about researching ‘demons.’ That’s an order.”

I firmly drew the line.

The exorcism was impossible for me alone, so I involved Yuris...

But I still wanted to minimize the risk to Yuris as much as possible.

“Ah... Yes... I’m sorry... Master.”

“No, I didn’t say it to receive an apology. But really, thank you again for helping me.”

“Hehe... It’s only natural. Just command me whenever you need strength, Master!”

“Alright... Good night, Yuris.”

After seeing Yuris safely to her dormitory, walking alone gave me a lot to think about.

‘Estelle...’

It seemed feasible to utilize Estelle’s ‘clitoris’ and ‘vagina’ for the upcoming exorcism...

But the real dilemma was what to do below that.

“...Do I need to make the lower half into an erogenous zone? Then, by the end, I’d have to go down to below the ankles, wouldn’t I? Is that even possible?”

Even if it were possible, it presented a problem.

Estelle, who would have only just regained her legs, would find herself living a life where mere walking could lead to climaxing.

“Ha... My head hurts.”

There was too much on my plate.

Evelyn would understand that my intentions were to help Estelle...

But it was also time to check on Laplace, and I had a promise to fulfill with Elfrida.

[Space Dirt Spoon■] = [Helen Redrose]

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While the literal translation is ‘King of Demons,’ it was closer to a title bestowed upon the greatest of magicians.

“...Why won’t you tell me about the other two?”

“One does not need to know, and the other, I do not wish to inform.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, trust is inherently about believing without reason...”

“...From the beginning to the end, you’re someone I can’t trust.”

“Hehehe... Credit and trust are similar yet different. If you truly didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t have come to see me so many times.”

“...And to the end, you remain unpleasant. So... what is it that you wanted to ask me? Money? Or jewels?”

Outwardly, Helen spoke nonchalantly, but inside, she was burning with frustration.

The old woman had said she would name her price for the counterfeit after it was finished.

It was a foolish agreement, akin to signing a blank contract.

If it were now, Helen would have turned her back with a snort, but as a young girl, she had been desperate.

“Hehehe... What would this old woman, with not much time left, do with money?”

Rustle─

The old woman turned her hand and suddenly a golden petal was in her grasp.

“After I die, if a child holding this petal comes asking for a favor, please grant it.”

“After you die? How would I know to keep such a promise then?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Hehehe... Didn’t this old woman just say... that’s what trust is about.”

The old woman answered Helen’s question with a strange laugh until the end.

“Ah... thinking about the past again...”

Helen shook her head, reminiscing about old memories.

Ever since meeting Ian, such distractions had become more frequent.

‘...Anyway, now that I’m certain it’s not pregnancy, I need to retrieve the ‘Rose Brooch’ as soon as possible!’

She knew how...

But the method was the problem.

It would be easy with the power of Redrose, but that wasn’t an option.

Of course, unlike when she made the counterfeit, Helen had now established her position as the heir of the Redrose family.

Yet, many still supported her mother and brothers.

‘...Trust, as if finding someone credible wasn’t hard enough.’

Even now, Helen was weeding out her brothers’ cronies from her faction and replacing them with trustworthy individuals...

Yet, they continuously and tiresomely kept appearing.

If they ever discovered that the ‘Rose Brooch’ was stolen, they would certainly gossip about her qualifications as an heir.

“Ah... really...”

Helen sighed deeply.

It had been a long time since she felt so frustrated by not being able to confide in or consult anyone.

How nice it would have been to have even one person she could truly ‘trust’ by her side.

“...Why all the sighs?”

“Hmph! Why do you think!! It’s all because of you.... Ah, no?!”

Taken aback by Ian’s sudden question, Helen blurted out her response and then shouted in surprise.

“You?! What are you doing here! Don’t tell me you’ve been stalking me all this time!”