The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

268 – Scene 268# Animal Therapy

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“… I don’t understand.”

“What do you mean… ?”

“What is good about this?”

I was stroking the head of Blanchet, who was lying on a cot in the carriage.

“It’s good enough. Oh, that one… “Please pet that side too.”

“…”

Since she looks happy, she just moves her hand in silence. The animal ears on Blanche’s head twitch every time I touch them. It’s not because of my feelings, it’s true.

She is an artificial half-human, half-animal creature that received a transplanted heart from a demonic beast. She can exert power that transcends humans through the magical power of the magical beast flowing through her heart. I already knew that I could change into the form of a demonic beast if I wanted to, but…

‘I only stroked his head her a few times… Do the ears and tail stick out?’

Blanchet takes off her armor and lies comfortably in zentai. There, the bluish tail of a feline wags back and forth. When a beautiful woman with a cool look says that, it feels very bewitching. If I had to compare it…

“It looks like a leopard…”

“It’s a tiger.”

“…”

As soon as she finished speaking, Blanche corrected her.

The ‘cold beast’ that was transplanted to her was a beast that resembled her blue tiger, so it could be said that she was right.

Now that I think about it, a fact suddenly occurred to her.

“But… “I thought it would be cold, but it wasn’t at all.”

The bitter beast is a noble monster that lives between the magic forest and the extinction zone. The fur, which at first glance appears as soft as silk, is known to be so cold that it freezes anything it touches. Of course, her ears and tail would also be the same as those of the demon beast.

“Oh, you can rest assured that I am consciously controlling it. If it were an ordinary magical beast, it would have harmed anyone else than those it recognized as its master, but for me…”

“… “You are truly gentle with your master.”

“Yes… “Eh?”

Blanche, who was lying down, got up and denied it.

“Oh, no! So, what I’m saying is that the Count is not recognized as the master, but other demon beasts are like that! My only owner is Miss Bella… !”

“I understand, so there’s no need to explain.”

“It’s because I think you might misunderstand!”

“Don’t worry. There was no misunderstanding at all.”

“That’s not why I asked you to pet me. Doesn’t the Count always give rewards only to Miss Wendy?”

Hmm? Why is Wendy suddenly…

“The Count… “It’s always been like that.”

Blanche told me what she was upset about, as if she was just thinking about it.

“I helped the Count and received no compensation…”

“Blanchet. Wendy is my exclusive maid, so you were probably helping me to repay a debt.”

“Huh?! Is that so… But…”

Looking at the reaction, it seems like they completely forgot about the debt.

Of course, it is ridiculous to talk about debt now. She has already become a reliable ally to me. Of course, there is no more hostility or wariness toward me.

I took out the pocket watch in my pocket and checked the time.

“It’s almost meeting time. There isn’t much time left to stroke. If you want to get more rewards, just lie down again.”

“Ah?! Yeah…”

Blanche, who was speechless, seemed to have wasted time and eventually lay down in front of me again. And she surrendered herself to my touch.

“Umm…”

Blanche soon raised the corners of her mouth, letting out a happy sound.

I thought it was just something he said, but it looks like he really wanted to be petted.

Blanchet is a character who maintains a blunt and businesslike demeanor throughout, just like her cool appearance. Seeing her like this right now was definitely unfamiliar.

However, even though I was a little embarrassed, I accepted her request for a personal reward.

It is true that Blanche was of great help this time, and she is the one who has helped me knowingly or unknowingly until now. She made this request to me because she thought she wanted to give something in return.

Temperance and ruthlessness. That is no different from Blanchet’s motto.

Even if she had hoped for this reward, she, being a ruthless assassin, would have no choice but to keep it in her heart. She couldn’t have asked anything like this from her current owner, Bella.

To be honest, it wasn’t difficult.

To put it bluntly, it was not difficult, but rather enjoyable. So much so that I want to do it regularly if I have time.

In particular, the animal’s ears are soft to the touch, so I focus on touching them without even realizing it. It’s a different feeling from petting Wendy.

Maybe this was called animal therapy.

In particular, what caught my attention earlier was the tail. Just as she said, it has long, fluffy fur like that of a tiger.

Suddenly, out of curiosity, I looked at her buttocks, and contrary to what I expected, there was no tail sticking out of her or a hole in her tights. Judging by the faint and opaque seam, the tail seemed to be made of magical energy, just like the ears.

It was then.

“… Do you want to pet it?”

This. Did you look too blatantly?

Blanche avoided her gaze and muttered softly.

“… You can touch it if you want. If it’s the Count, it’s okay.”

Normally I would have refused, but this got me curious and I gladly accepted.

“I get it. Then… Without any reservations.”

I grabbed the tail that was gently shaking in front of me.

“What?!”

Blanchet flinched as if she had been shocked by electricity.

I held her tail in my hand and played around with it.

Perhaps because it was a tail made entirely of magical power, it was much softer than I imagined.

“Now, wait?! Where are you touching?!”

“? “Didn’t I say you could touch the tail?”

“Was it the tail?! Well, there…”

“You don’t like it?”

“That… I don’t mind touching the tail…”

Blanche spoke, stuttering her words uncharacteristically.

“Well, something…” ” ” . The Count’s touch is so… Oh, no. Anyway, the tail… It’s not possible. Please touch somewhere else.”

The only place I can think of is her her body her

Her solid body revealed through full body tights was sensual to me, a man.

However, I exercised ‘patience’ and shook my head resolutely.

“No… It’s difficult to touch.”

“Yes… ? There is no problem because there is little exposure, but… ?”

However, it doesn’t seem to be a very s*xy outfit by Blanchet’s standards. She looks like she doesn’t understand what the concept of chastity is.

When you said you could touch me however you want, it turns out that you meant that it doesn’t really matter if you touch me when you’re dressed like that.

In front of me is a beautiful woman begging to be touched more.

It was a situation that could be said to be a good opportunity that would never come again for a man, but for me now, it was closer to a crisis.

Of course, I am Tristan.

If this situation is caught by someone else, I don’t know how to explain it.

Given my location, I was rarely alone, so if someone barged in…

Suddenly-.

“Ship, Count! Are you safe?!”

Just as expected. The door opened and Wendy came running in, panting. With bandages, bandages, and first aid supplies in her hands.

“Are you hurt anywhere?! Just now, a demon appeared and a battle broke out… Lost… And she heard… But… Yo… ?”

Faced with this embarrassing situation, should we say that Wendy is a symbol of unhappiness?

Wendy remained frozen for about 5 seconds.

The sight of the bandages on her hands her her falling off one by one and rolling on the floor was something you would only see in a morning drama full of s*xual drama.

And then she shouted in a trembling voice.

“… Yes, Master?! What, what are you doing?!”

At that moment, Blanche approached Wendy with incredible speed and covered her mouth.

“Miss Wendy. “Listen carefully.”

“Uuuh?!”

“This is in your dream.”

“Wow?”

Blanchet’s face looked as serious as she said that. Wendy shook her head desperately.

“Ummmm… ?! “Wow!”

“It’s in a dream.”

“Hmm?! Ugh?!”

“In a dream.”

“Ugh… ?”

“Dream.”

Could it be because of Blanche’s almost hypnotic chanting and the lack of oxygen due to her mouth being blocked?

When Blanche removed her hand her from her her mouth her her her, Wendy was nodding with her hazy face her her her.

“Well, I see…” ” . This is a dream…”

“Yes.”

“It’s a dream… A dream in which the teacher becomes a cat…”

“It’s a tiger.”

“Ah, ho, tiger… Master Blanchet is a tiger…”

“Good.”

Blanche stroked Wendy’s head with a proud look on her face.

She wanted to argue about what was good about her, but she somehow managed to sort out the situation so she kept her mouth shut.

Truly a former assassin… It’s a great skill.

“Ehehe… A vivid dream…”

It’s good that the situation has been resolved, but Wendy smiled brightly and suddenly hugged me.

“It feels like a dream to be able to hug the Count like this…”

“Wendy. This is not a dream…”

“Yes?”

“… It is not. “You must be dreaming.”

It pricked her conscience to lie to these innocent eyes, but she couldn’t help it.

“Also… How nice it would be if I just had dreams like this every day… Lol…”

Wendy, who thought it was a dream, hugged me without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Blanchet was measuring the angle at which she could sneak out. But Wendy’s senses she were keen.

“Master. Where are you going… ?”

“… “I have some business to run, so I’ll go.”

“But it’s just a dream?”

“Yeah… “I have to work even in my dreams.”

“I can’t rest even in my dreams… ?”

“That is…” “I can’t help it because I’m an adult.”

“I see… Adults… I can’t help it.”

What are you convinced by?

Blanche left her carriage with only those words. Just before the door closed, the sight of her silently bowing to me as usual gave me goosebumps.

Are you saying you’re leaving the cleanup up to me?

It was really difficult. It’s almost time for the meeting.

If I go out now, it won’t be too late…

“Count, don’t go to work…” ” ” .”

Wendy closed to me like a kangaroo and didn’t want to let go.

“… “I’m an adult too?”

“I don’t like it… I hate it when I go… I hate you…”

We somehow got over the crisis, but found ourselves in a difficult situation.

Wendy is now in a situation where she mistakes it for a lucid dream. If she gave orders carelessly, she might be found out that it wasn’t a dream.

“Wendy… “I know how you feel, but I have to go now.”

“Then…”

Wendy lifted her head from her chest and spoke in a voice that only I could hear.

“Chu… Please do it.”

“No.”

She immediately refused.

My attitude was so firm that Wendy cried.

“Uh, why… It’s a dream…”

“Yeah…”

Maybe it was her forehead or the back of her hand her, but now Wendy was asking for chews at least on her cheeks.

Can’t be done… It’s Wendy.

I don’t mind the infamous Tristan, but I can’t stand the lolicon Tristan.

Cold sweat broke out on my back.

How on earth can I appease and refuse this girl who wants to ask for anything, even if it’s just a dream?

I squeezed her head and spoke to Wendy as gently as I could.

“… “If I do that, I will wake up from this dream of being with you.”

“…”

Wendy’s eyes grew bigger and brighter, and a blush soon appeared on her face.

And then he suddenly buried his face in my chest.

“…Wendy?”

“Oh, the dream was so vivid today…”

Wendy, whose embarrassment had exceeded her tolerance, hesitated and whispered in a low voice.

“Like the Count said, I don’t want to wake up… I just want to stay like this…”

“… “You’re a good kid.”

“Ehehe… Well, I’m kind of embarrassed today…”

She gently stroked Wendy’s back and gave her a hug. She must have felt good about it and responded by pressing her cheek against my chest.

Finally, I overcame the crises that came one after another.

But she had to do her best to pat Wendy until she actually fell asleep.

Getting scolded by Bella for being late to the meeting was probably a natural outcome.