I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

It had been three days since my first encounter with Valentine.

“Lord Terrace and Lady Valentine are requesting your presence.”

Once again, the same maid with the notable freckles came to fetch me.

The only difference this time was that the destination wasn’t the ‘secret parlor,’ but rather a room with a red handle.

‘…So, what’s on today’s agenda?’

I’d been racking my brain during my rest, but no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t easily conclude what boundaries to maintain while having sex with the ‘next emperor.’

“Sir Ian.”

At that moment, for some reason, the maid pulled a letter from between her cleavage rather than from her pocket.

“…What’s this?”

“It’s a request from Lord Terrace and Lady Valentine. Please check the letter before entering.”

Sssss─

…What is this? Do they seriously want me to do this?’

The content of the letter, warm from body heat, was quite long, but it could be summarized in two words.

[Choking, belly punch]

I wanted to ask if this was for real, but judging by the maid’s expression, she seemed unaware of the contents.

‘Who cares. If it gets too intense, I’ll stop on my own.’

Honestly, in the past, I would have agonized over something like this for a long time.

But this time, there was no need to hesitate because the outcome was already clear.

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[Sextaurus]

Name: Valentine Mapleflower.

Kinks: Masochist LV MAX, Master LV MAX, Nipple Torture LV MAX, Adultery LV MAX, Belly Punch LV MAX🔒, Choking LV MAX🔒, Praising LV MAX, Irresponsible Internal Ejaculation LV MAX🔒... ───

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Behold!

The beautiful sextaurus!

All the concerns I had about Valentine’s ‘female corruption’ were meaningless in the face of ‘true love.’

‘It won’t be long before Master gets first place too.’

Instead, through NTS play, Valentine and Terrace seemed to have gotten along even better over the past three days, with the Master climbing from third to second place.

Improving a marriage while gaining destiny power?

It couldn’t be more perfect.

‘Now that it’s come to this, let’s make sure Master reaches first place!’

Crack— Crack—

With a healthy and safe belly punch prepared for a happy married life, I entered the room.

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At the same time, inside Laplace Mapleflower’s room.

“…Gah!…Guh…hahk-!….Lord Ian…! Guh…ti..tighter…♥”

Laplace pulled hard on the rope tightening around their neck.

Squeeeeze─!

For an ordinary person, the force would have been more than enough to cause suffocation.

“…guh..keh!!..Kahk!..♥ Guh…Good…More…Tighter…♥”

But for Laplace, strengthened by the blessing of the ‘Judgment,’ this level of choking wasn’t enough to satisfy her.

In fact, to be honest, even this wasn’t enough.

Laplace’s ‘desire for destruction’ was merely suppressed, not gone.

‘Guh…!! Just a little more!…Hah…!!…Ah…Ahhhh…♥ I’m…dying…Guh…No…If I go further…I can’t…’

Crackle-! Crackle-! Crackle-!

Just as the halo above Laplace’s head flickered and was about to lose its light, they released their grip.

“Hah…! Hah…Guh…! Hah…!”

Laplace, having barely regained their breath, coughed several times, gathering their senses.

‘…Hah…hah…Is it dangerous to use tools?’

Laplace’s fingertips trembled slightly.

They realized that with just a little more strength, they might have completely ‘destroyed’ themselves.

…But there was no choice.

Being by the Lord’s side for the past few days without receiving grace had driven them to the brink of madness. If they didn’t find some way to satisfy their desires, they might go insane.

‘Hah…Hah…No…I can’t do more…Breaking myself or being saved—all of it depends on the Lord’s will…’

Every strand of hair, every drop of blood, every bone fragment—Laplace’s entire body was dedicated to the Lord.

Even self-destruction required the Lord’s permission.

‘I…I know…Guh…! Hah!…Lord Ian…I…I want grace too…♥’

Laplace reached between her damp legs.

The only freedom allowed to this mindless onahole was to keep themselves warm and ready for the Lord to use at any time.

Sssss─

Just as Laplace was about to begin her ritualistic self-pleasure in worship.

Knock-knock—

There was a knock at the door.

“Lady Laplace. It’s Natalia.”

“….”

It was deeply unpleasant to have her time worshiping the Lord interrupted…

But she couldn’t turn her away.

“…Wait a moment.”

“Yes, I’ll wait.”

Laplace removed the rope they had been using for auto-erotic asphyxiation from their neck, hid it under the bed, and checked that the marks had completely faded before ending the ‘Judgment’ blessing.

“It’s fine now. Come in.”

“Yes~.”

Soon, the door opened, and Natalia entered the room with a beaming smile.

“…You’re here earlier than I expected.”

“Hehehe… I know. But Lord Terrace passed out, so I had no choice but to stop.”

Natalia’s tone and actions were entirely lacking in the tension one would expect when meeting with a princess.

However, Laplace continued speaking without paying it much mind.

“You stopped just because he passed out? Didn’t I tell you to be thorough?”

“Oh come on, of course, I was thorough. Just because he passed out once didn’t mean I stopped. I kept forcing him awake, knocking him out, waking him up again, and so on… But eventually, I figured if I pushed him any further, it would be life-threatening. I’m a trainer, not a murderer. Oh, may I sit?”

“….”

When Laplace nodded in response, Natalia leaned back into the sofa and spoke.

“As expected, a high-end sofa really envelops your body. Hahaha! I’ve met many men in my life, but who would’ve thought I’d end up training the next emperor’s husband. Life sure is full of surprises.”

“Enough with the pointless chatter. You weren’t caught, right?”

“Of course not. Lord Terrace completely believes in my ‘backstory.’”

「A creature raised within the royal family for generations, used solely for pleasure.」

In truth, such things did not exist.

While it was certain that one of the emperors with voyeuristic tendencies had created the ‘Room of Mirrors’…

The royal family had not fallen so far as to treat humans like livestock.

Natalia was merely an ‘actress’ and ‘prostitute’ hired by Laplace.

“…What about Sister Valentine?”

“Just as you expected, Lady Laplace. She was howling like a beast. By the end, her voice was so hoarse she couldn’t make a sound and was left trembling… Haha, the next emperor’s pitiful state… Ah, my apologies.”

“….”

“Well, I mean, it’s understandable. Even I, for the first time in my life, saw a cock like that! I’m still shocked every time I see it. How can something like that be attached to a person? Honestly, after experiencing something like that, no other cock could possibly compare.”

As Natalia praised the Lord’s cock, Laplace smiled faintly.

‘Everything is going according to plan.’

It wouldn’t be long before Sister Valentine would abandon her false happiness and realize the ‘true happiness’ of submitting and being dominated by Lord Ian.

Of course, all of this was happening with the Lord’s implicit permission.

I had never mentioned this plan to the Lord, but surely, the all-knowing Lord had predicted even my actions, insignificant as they were.

‘…If my actions displeased the Lord, I’m sure I would have been punished.’

But since nothing had been said…

The Lord must have been testing how farshe could act in His service.

‘Ahh…! Lord Ian…!’

The answer was simple.

Laplace could do anything.

Not only could they offer themselves, but if the Lord wished, they could offer Sister Valentine and even their mother to Ian.

That didn’t mean Laplace didn’t love their family.

Laplace loved them, albeit not as much as they loved the Lord.

However, being born a woman, it was far more fulfilling to serve as Lord Ian’s onahole than to enjoy any luxury or glory the royal family could provide…

Thus, Laplace could offer their family without a moment’s hesitation.

“But really, who is Lord Ian? From his appearance to his cock, he’s clearly no ordinary person… If it’s alright, could I also have a taste of him next time? Haha… I’m sure I could satisfy Lord Ian as well…”

“Natalia.”

“Yes, Lady Laplace?”

Up until now, Natalia had been relaxed to the point of arrogance.

After all, to work in the ‘underworld’ she belonged to, a certain degree of boldness was necessary.

Moreover, Natalia was quick to pick up on things.

Not long after hearing Laplace’s plans, Natalia had realized she was an essential part of them.

And as long as she remained useful, she believed there was no reason to fear—even if her counterpart was a princess.

‘…Wait?’

But…

At that moment, Natalia realized.

───Chills!!!

She had crossed the line.

“I can overlook your insolence towards me.”

“Guh…L-Lady…Laplace…?”

Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, and her body trembled beyond her control.

Though Natalia had faced death numerous times in her life, she had never felt her heart so precariously balanced on the edge of a blade.

“Because I still have a use for you. …But under no circumstances should someone like you dare to be insolent toward Lord Ian. Never.”

“I’m…I’m s-sorry… I must have gone mad…P-please…”

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Natalia quickly dropped to her knees, clasping her hands in desperate apology.

Laplace’s voice, devoid of any emotion, and her crimson eyes bore down on Natalia.

Natalia was certain that a single misstep, even in her words, would result in her being torn apart on the spot.

“Never utter a single evaluation of Lord Ian again with that filthy mouth of yours. The only feeling you should have toward Lord Ian is reverence. Understood?”

“Hah…hic…Y-yes…I-I’m so sorry… I’ll never do it again…P-please forgive me…hic…”

Blink─

Laplace slowly closed and reopened her eyes, then spoke in a low voice.

“…Now get out, you filthy slut, before I kill you.”

“Hii…! Y-Yes!!”

The moment Laplace’s words ended, Natalia bolted out of the room.

Bang-!

“Hah…”

Laplace, staring at the firmly shut door for a long while, let out a deep sigh as if suppressing her rage and pulled out a picture of Ian.

And then…

Squeeze— Creak— Creak—

“Ah..!♥…Heuhk!…♥ Hah♥…S-Sister..!♥…Quickly!…Ugh!..Over here..!♥…Ugh…Ugh..!♥”

Laplace began her worshipful masturbation, imagining being ‘used’ by the Lord together with her sister.