Chapter 21: The Demon Lord faces... maid café! (2)

Click.

Lars locked the men’s restroom door from the inside.

"B-Big bro... what are you going to do...?"

"I already told you. Shut you up."

Camila took a step back, her legs trembling. At the same moment, Lars stepped toward her.

She took another step back.

He took another step forward.

They kept going until Camila felt the cold tiled wall against her back.

Lars closed the distance even further, finally trapping her between his body and the wall.

"I thought you’d understood by now just how much I hate being embarrassed in front of everyone."

Camila lowered her gaze, mortified.

"F-Forgive me, Master. I went too far. It won’t happen again, I promise."

"It’s too late for apologies now."

Lars leaned slightly closer.

"But never mind. I’ll make sure that for the rest of the day, the thought of behaving so shamelessly never crosses your mind again."

He brought one hand to her face and squeezed her cheeks between his fingers. Then he slowly lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"...Every now and then, that little head of yours seems to forget that you’re the Demon Lord’s bride. I’ll make sure to remind you properly."

His fingers tightened slightly around her cheeks.

"...And we’re not leaving here until I’m certain you’ve learned your lesson. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes, Master..."

"Good."

Lars released Camila’s face, and she instinctively lowered her gaze.

"Now turn around."

Camila obeyed without asking any questions.

The moment she faced the wall, Lars pressed one hand against the back of her neck, pinning her cheek against the cold tile.

His other hand slipped between her thighs. He forced them apart roughly and, a moment later, tore off her thong.

The garment, now reduced to a useless scrap of fabric, landed in the trash can beside the sink.

A powerful shiver ran through Camila from the tips of her toes, which curled inside her ankle boots, all the way to the roots of her hair.

But it was nothing compared to the one that shook her a moment later, when she felt Lars’s erection press against the entrance between her thighs.

It wasn’t purely a shiver of arousal, though.

There was a hint of apprehension mixed in as well.

Camila knew perfectly well what was about to happen.

She realized it the moment she noticed that the bulge pressing between her thighs felt unusually large.

After all, Lars didn’t use his ability to manipulate his own blood only to draw it back into his wounds.

He could also concentrate it in specific parts of his body, altering even the size and hardness of his erection in the process.

With Ingrid, he usually concentrated more blood there. Her mature, voluptuous body could accommodate a larger size than Camila’s.

This time, though, it was different.

Camila recognized that size immediately.

It was the one Lars reserved for Ingrid.

"P-Please, Master... be gentle..." Camila murmured in a tiny voice, her eyes glossy.

She had barely gotten the words out when Lars’s hand sealed over her mouth.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Then be quiet."

Camila simply nodded.

"Good girl."

When Lars pushed his hips forward, his erection slowly began to enter her.

Only a few inches had gone inside, yet Camila already had her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth clenched against the pain.

Her fists tightened at her sides so hard that her nails dug into her palms.

If it hadn’t been for Lars’s hand pressed over her mouth, her screams probably would have carried all the way to Vrenford.

Instead, only a few high-pitched, muffled moans managed to escape.

Lars pushed forward again, and Camila felt her legs give out beneath her.

While one hand remained firmly over her mouth, the other tightened around her hips.

With one sharp pull, he dragged her hard against him, and his huge, rigid cock slid even deeper inside her.

But not without resistance.

Even though Camila was soaking wet, the lubrication was nowhere near enough to make the penetration painless.

"Mmmh... Mmmhhhh...!"

Her muffled moans blended with her sobs.

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, wetting Lars’s hand.

And when, with one final thrust, Lars pushed himself all the way inside her, Camila could no longer hold back her moans or tears.

From the moment she had felt the tip of Lars’s cock pressing against her, Camila had known it was going to hurt.

Just not this much.

...H-How the hell does Ingrid take a cock this big so naturally...?

I-I’m so jealous of her...

Her breathing was heavy and rapid.

Deep down, Camila kept hoping that sooner or later her body would get used to that size and the pain would finally give way to pleasure.

But that moment seemed like it would never come.

...There are girls way more petite than me in hentai who take cocks the size of space shuttles without even flinching!

T-This is such a scam... It’s not fair!

"So, Camila? Are you enjoying the special treatment I’m giving you?"

She nodded jerkily.

Not because she was actually enjoying it.

Quite the opposite.

...I-If I told him this is actually hurting like hell... that would mean admitting Ingrid is a better wife than me!

I’ll never allow that, even if it means I won’t be able to walk for a month!

I’m going to be his favorite wife!

"Glad to hear it..."

A sinister grin spread across Lars’s face.

"...Then I’d say it’s time to make myself even bigger."

Camila’s eyes flew wide open.

W-WHAAAAAT?! NOOOOO!!!

"Ugh... what the hell are those two doing? They’ve been locked in the restroom for like twenty minutes..." Mia grumbled.

She idly stirred the spoon around her coffee cup, which had been empty for quite a while.

"What do you think? Camila’s probably enjoying the privilege of having such a hot brother..." Jessica replied.

"Seriously, knock it off. One Camila is more than enough."

"Psst... There they are. They’re coming back," Emily whispered.

The three of them immediately picked up the maid café menu again and went back to staring at the cheesecake ingredients.

Yep. Still exactly the same as twenty minutes ago.

When they saw what a sorry state their friend was in, all three stared at her in disbelief.

Camila was walking in a way that could easily have landed her a background role in a Romero movie.

Her hair was so disheveled that she looked like she had stuck her fingers into an electrical outlet.

Her makeup was completely ruined, with long black streaks running down her cheeks.

Her red lipstick, meanwhile, was smeared all over the place.

And for reasons none of the three had any trouble imagining, traces of that same lipstick were also visible at the corner of Lars’s mouth.

"Um... Camila? Are you okay...?" Mia asked, torn between shock and embarrassment.

Camila wrapped herself around Lars’s arm and looked up at him with such adoration that she practically had two beating hearts in place of her eyes.

"Never been better in my life!"

Apparently, she really had gotten used to it in the end.