Chapter 157: You’ve Succeeded in Bedding 20% of the Academy’s Ladies, 6.9.
Chapter 157: You’ve Succeeded in Bedding 20% of the Academy’s Ladies, 6.9.
“It has been quite some time. I trust you spent your holiday well, Mother?”
In the audience chamber of the Imperial Palace.
At opposite ends of a long table, the Empress and the Imperial Princess sat facing each other, sipping tea.
Though it was a reunion between mother and daughter, the atmosphere was bone-chilling.
The palace maids trembled outside the doors, not even daring to step inside.
“Indeed. Thanks to a certain someone, I spent it quite comfortably. Without a man. All alone.”
“It seems you were very lonely.”
“And didn't you, my daughter, spend it just as lonely? I heard your beloved Commoner was staying at another woman’s house during the break.”
“...It was the Commoner’s wish, so I had no choice.”
Serna clenched her fists.
‘So she already knows the Commoner went to the House of Pedeia during the break.’
The Empress’s information network was not to be underestimated.
Ever since she had set her sights on the Commoner, his every move was likely being reported to her mother.
Where he went, who he met, and even how many times they had sex.
And if she knew that much, then naturally...
“Still, it is a relief. I have heard. You are pregnant.”
“...So you knew.”
“My eyes and ears are everywhere in this Empire.”
It wasn't an exaggeration.
“So. Did you come here to declare victory?”
“I believe I told you. If I were the first to conceive the Commoner’s child, you would grant permission for our marriage.”
“You did say that.”
“I have come to receive that permission now.”
Clink.
Empress Viola set down her teacup.
She looked at the Princess across the table. Serna’s expression was one of absolute resolve.
“I may have said it in jest, but the marriage of an Imperial Princess is not a matter that can be decided by heart and body alone.”
“...I am aware.”
“The other nobles will not stand for it. You know as well as I do that there are treacherous subjects who wish for our bloodline to end.”
“...That is true.”
“If you truly marry an Untouchable Commoner, the fallout will be immense.”
6.9 was an Untouchable Commoner. In an Empire with a rigid, divinely ordained caste system, he was a being who should never even breathe the same air as a Princess.
The status gap was wider than that of a billionaire’s daughter marrying a homeless man.
“I am making preparations for that.”
“Preparations?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of preparations?”
At Viola’s question, the Princess met her mother’s gaze.
Even though they were currently rivals for the same man...
In this matter, the Empress’s help was absolutely essential.
“First, I would like you to conceive the Commoner’s child as well, Mother.”
*
After the holidays ended, time flew by in an instant.
Of course, my daily routine didn't change much.
“Hnghh...♡ Ah, ngh...♡”
In a corner of the Girls' Academy hallway, I was fucking a student whose name I didn't even know.
She was a noble lady with pale, soft-looking buttocks that felt amazing...
“Kh, I’m cumming...!”
“Ye-Yes...! Hngh♡ Please, fill me up...! Mr. Commoner...! Haaah♡”
Splurt! Shoot!
Ah...! The semen is just gushing out...!
I pumped my load deep into the pussy of the lady who was grinding her hips against me.
“Haah...! Haa....”
When I finished ejaculating and pulled my cock out, the girl quickly covered her rear with her skirt.
“T-Thank you...! I’ll be going now...!”
She ran down the hallway as fast as she could, terrified of being seen.
Hey, you’re dripping semen all over the floor.
“Are you finished, 6.9?”
“Ah, Citre. Clean my cock for me.”
“Sigh....”
Citre looked down at my dick with a look of disdain.
However, she obediently knelt before it and began cleaning it with her mouth.
“Slurp, lick, schlorp....”
“As expected, Citre’s cleaning skills are the best.”
“Is that not obvious? I am the finest maid in the Imperial Palace.”
“And a specialist in cock-cleaning.”
“Stop moving and just hold your cock still. ...Slurp♡”
Citre’s tongue swept up the clumps of semen clinging to my shaft and swallowed them.
It was always like this at the Girls' Academy.
Actually, it made sense. With how much I was getting around, there was no way rumors wouldn't spread.
Here at St. Fellatio Girls' Academy, I, 6.9, was already rumored to be the incarnation of sex.
The rumors ranged from: 'If you ask this man, you can experience the sex that noble ladies are so curious about,' to 'His cock is so massive that you have to taste it at least once in your life.'
Rumors guaranteed to pique the curiosity of young noble ladies who had just reached adulthood and were at their peak fertility were everywhere.
I had a feeling someone was intentionally fanning the flames of these rumors, though.
Anyway, because of this, brave ladies who couldn't contain their curiosity would seek me out...
And naturally, I never turned down a lady who wanted to go first. I fucked them all.
I didn't care about their grade. I didn't care about their family. I didn't even ask for their names.
The lady I just fucked was just a girl with a pretty face and a hot ass, so I creampied her without even knowing her house. Why should I care?
“Phew.... Cleaning complete.”
When Citre pulled her mouth away, my cock, glistening with saliva, reflected the light.
To clean it so thoroughly that it sparkled like sunlight on water—that was Citre for you.
“Come to think of it.”
“Hmm?”
“With that lady just now, you have successfully established relations with 20% of the academy’s ladies, 6.9.”
“Is it that many already...?”
I didn't keep count while I was fucking, so I didn't really remember how many I’d had.
Well, if Citre, who was tracking it personally, said so, it must be true.
“Then am I closer to the ‘plan’ Serna mentioned?”
“Relatively closer, yes. To date, you have had relations with 20.06% of the total student body, and 5.8% of the ladies are pregnant.”
“How many is that in actual numbers?”
“Sixty-one.”
Sixty-one.
It sounded like a lot, but compared to the total number of students at the academy, it was still woefully insufficient. There were over a thousand students here.
Simply put, I still had a long way to go.
“Ah, Mr. Commoner! There you are~!”
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Were you in a place like this? Honestly....”
“Anna! Freyja!”
Anna and Freyja had found their way here somehow.
“How did you know I was here?”
“Isn't it obvious where you’d be? You’re always in an empty classroom or a spot like this, surely fucking another lady.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.”
Wandering the academy and bedding ladies was my daily life, but I’d been even busier lately since Serna’s ‘plan’ began.
Besides, I hadn't been able to give Freyja and Anna much attention recently....
“How are your stomachs? Feeling any better?”
I gently stroked Freyja’s and Anna’s bellies.
They weren't heavily pregnant yet, but I could feel a slight swell in their lower abdomens.
Both of them were pregnant with my children.
I didn't know the exact timing, but judging by the size, it had probably been about two or three months.
“I-I’m a bit... better now. Sometimes I can even feel the baby moving.”
“The Commoner’s child... is doing well!”
The two of them obediently pushed their bellies forward to make it easier for me to rub them.
I stroked them gently, as if caressing them.
“Hnghh...♡”
“Haah...♡”
I sometimes forgot, but Freyja and Anna were both high-born noble ladies.
And inside the wombs of these precious ladies were the seeds of a commoner like me.
This was the current state of the ladies who had been subjected to 6.9’s seed-sowing.
“How is life in the high-tier dormitory, Freyja?”
“Ngh... well... it’s not bad, thanks to Lady Anna.”
Freyja and Anna had both confirmed their pregnancies during the last holiday. That meant their families had found out.
They had fled back to the academy and were staying in the dorms, but naturally, their families weren't about to send them tuition or boarding fees.
Anna, being a Duke’s daughter, had plenty of her own money to manage.
But Freyja, from the fallen House of Aste, had already been struggling with fees and was practically on the verge of becoming homeless.
Fortunately, with Anna’s help, Freyja was now staying as Anna’s roommate. They had become so close that they were practically inseparable.
“Still no word from home?”
“No.... Well, even if the family knows, they’ll be busy trying to keep it quiet. No noble would go around proudly announcing that their daughter was knocked up by a commoner.”
“I suppose that’s true. Same for you, Anna?”
“Yes. Ye-es....”
Currently, Freyja’s House of Aste and Anna’s House of Catria seemed desperate to suppress the rumors spreading within their households.
I imagined the families of the other ladies I’d impregnated were in similar situations. Though, in most cases, they probably didn't even know yet....
At first, I worried that I’d be in deep trouble if the noble families found out.
Surprisingly, it was a needless worry.
This Girls' Academy was a sanctuary that even the high nobility couldn't easily touch.
The nobles, unable to take direct action, were too busy trembling in fear that the rumors might leak.
Thanks to that, I could focus on my hard work of seed-sowing at the academy today without worry.
“But this situation will eventually explode, won't it? Once it becomes known that the Imperial Princess is also pregnant....”
“Probably. It’s only a matter of time.”
Serna’s pregnancy hadn't been officially announced yet, but rumors were spreading through the grapevine.
Of course, most people still seemed to think it was just a baseless rumor or political smear.
But once Serna’s belly began to swell, it would be impossible to hide.
In preparation for that, Serna had devised a ‘plan,’ and for that plan, I was continuing to fuck and impregnate these ladies.
“Don't worry. Like Serna said, once a ‘sufficiently large number’ of ladies are pregnant, even those noble bastards will have no choice but to acknowledge me.”
“Will it really turn out that way...?”
“I’ll make sure it does.”
One noble lady’s pregnancy is an accident, and the Princess’s pregnancy is a scandal.
But if hundreds of noble ladies, including the Empress herself, are pregnant at the same time—that is a revolution.
If getting pregnant by a commoner meant forfeiting one’s noble title, could hundreds of families really do that all at once? Especially if the Princess and the Empress were among them?
If that happened, Serna’s calculation was that the entire system would have no choice but to change.
“Um.... Ex-Excuse me....”
“?”
Everyone looked up at the sound of a voice from the side.
Another noble lady, clutching her skirt tightly, approached hesitantly.
“...Are you... Mr. 6.9? The one who... does the sex.”
“That’s me.”
It seemed another curious lady had summoned the courage to find me.
Freyja, Anna, and Citre exchanged glances and tactfully made themselves scarce.
I reached out and pulled the hand of the lady, who was caught between fear and curiosity.
“How about we start by taking off those panties, milady?”
*
“Thank you for coming.”
In a dark room.
Count Esparte looked around.
Numerous noble men were gathered in one place.
The nobles flinched as they recognized each other’s faces.
For a secret meeting like this, there were far too many heavyweights present.
The host, Count Esparte, was a man of considerable influence in the Imperial Palace.
Then there was Duke Catria. And Baron Aste, who, though fallen, was once prominent.
And even Count Pedeia, the husband of the ‘Sword of the Empire’... Why was that man cowering so much?
“...I believe everyone knows why we are gathered here. You know who our primary enemy is.”
“...The Commoner, 6.9.”
Everyone nodded at the mention of that name.
This was a meeting of victims.
A gathering of fathers whose daughters had been snatched away by a commoner who had crawled in from who-knows-where.
Count Esparte looked at the faces of the depressed and enraged fathers and spoke.
“I have discovered the bastard’s weakness.”