Chapter 65: Would You... Make a 'Bet' with Me Too?
Chapter 65: Would You... Make a 'Bet' with Me Too?
“It’s a draw! A draw! When did I ever say I came fifty-four times? You went seven times in total, didn't you? I only went seven times as well!”
So she says.
Classic Chernia. She never admits defeat.
No matter how much her pussy spasms, no matter if her womb can be seen trembling through her abdomen! She insists she never reached climax.
A man has the undeniable evidence of ejaculation, but for a woman—honestly, unless she squirts, she can just claim she didn't go and that's that.
“By the way, was there always a place to wash up here?”
“Of course. Spending the night in the library happens often. It’s equipped with all the facilities for sleeping as well as showering.”
No wonder when I opened my eyes, Chernia was already in a bathrobe, drying her hair.
We looked exactly like a couple who had just spent a stormy night together.
“Are you going to wash up soon? You smell disgusting.”
“That’s the smell of Chernia’s love jui—”
“Hurry up!”
She whipped a towel at me.
She didn't seem to mind when she was riding me and spraying those juices all over my stomach.
It was a bit ridiculous, but I felt pretty grimy myself, so I figured I should wash up first.
When I finished and stepped out, Chernia had completely returned to her initial appearance, as if the sex had never happened.
“Are you finally out?”
“Yeah. Had to scrub hard.”
Acting like a prim and proper lady again, she sat in a chair, leisurely enjoying a cup of tea.
“Here. It’s Nueva Martini tea. I heard it’s good for hydration.”
She handed me a cup. And in a very expensive-looking teacup, at that.
“I feel like I’ve heard that tea’s name somewhere before…”
“How would you know the name of this tea? This is a rare blend that commoners wouldn't even know exists.”
“I have my ways.”
I sat down and took a sip.
This tastes like shit, too.
“I’ll say it again: yesterday’s match was a draw. Right?”
“Sure. Let’s go with that.”
“I’m glad you’re someone who knows how to admit defeat.”
That’s my line.
Just admit you lost, Chernia! You came fifty-four times!
“I will report the results of the bet to President Alicia. I’ll tell her that despite my best efforts, a draw was the most I could manage with my strength.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Don’t get the wrong idea. There are still plenty of ways to conquer and train you! I shall study the Kama Sutra a bit more and challenge you again.”
“…….”
Looking at the table, the Kama Sutra was spread open once more.
Does that mean she wants to do it with me again?
“I’ll accept Chernia’s challenge anytime.”
“Hmph. That’s the spirit. A good attitude, I’ll give you that much.”
Having finished her tea, Chernia stood up abruptly, clutching her book.
“I’ve had the maids prepare a meal for you. It should be here soon, so eat breakfast before you leave. I have Student Council business to attend to, so I must be going.”
With that, Chernia left the study.
As if they had been waiting for her to leave, a maid entered immediately with food.
“Are you… Lord 6.9?”
“That’s me.”
“Lady Chernia requested a meal for you. We have abalone soup, grilled eel, and…”
Why is the menu full of nothing but aphrodisiacs?
Whatever the case, maybe it’s because it’s the kind of food noble ladies eat, but it tasted great!
Anyway, I ate well, so all’s good.
“Is your bet from yesterday finished? Mr. Commoner?”
When I left the study after finishing my meal, Freyja appeared.
“Oh, Freyja. You weren't waiting for me, were you?”
“I was waiting.”
“…Really? I told you to go back to the dormitory because it would take a long time.”
Around the third round, when Chernia was stubbornly insisting on going again, I had stepped out for a moment to tell her that.
“…How could I go back to the dormitory after seeing that?”
“Huh?”
“……Seeing you looking like that… right in the middle of having sex…….”
“Ah. Did I?”
“Judging by the atmosphere, it seems Lady Chernia has already followed Lady Angelica.”
Freyja bit her lip hard and lowered her head.
Actually, there are more than that.
I even fucked Angelica’s mom! …I probably shouldn't say that, right?
“Did you win the bet?”
“I won.”
“……That’s a relief.”
Freyja let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Why? Were you scared I’d lose?”
“……There’s no way you would lose, is there? In… sex.”
“Well, obviously.”
I supplemented my answer by giving Freyja’s breasts a squeeze.
“Doing this again since morning…”
She says that, but look at her turning her body so it’s easier for me to feel her up.
“C-Commoner?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you… make a ‘bet’ with me too?”
“With what on the line?”
“Does there always have to be something on the line to make a bet?”
“That’s how a bet works.”
“Then……”
Freyja slightly lifted her skirt to show me her panties.
As if she had come here fully expecting this, the center was already soaking wet.
“I-If you win, I’ll give you the right to use a Duke’s daughter however you wish for a full day.”
Isn't that possible even now?
“And if I lose?”
“If you lose……”
Freyja hadn't thought that far ahead; she trailed off for a moment before speaking again.
“Then, please become my butler.”
“Butler?”
“Yes. My very own butler.”
Her voice was filled with resolve.
“Fine.”
But unfortunately, I had no intention of becoming Freyja’s butler.
The bet ended in my victory.
“……Mr. Commoner won.”
Freyja looked somewhat sad.
*
“The Head of House’s seal… you say?”
To the dumbfounded servant, Lacio Callion spoke in a whispering yet firm tone.
“Yes. That will do!”
“B-But, that is an item that even you, Young Master, are not permitted to touch recklessly….”
“Father is at the Imperial Palace right now! I only need to use it once, so don't worry. I’m not such a fool as to use the seal on an official public document!”
“……U-Understood.”
At Lacio’s shout, the servant had no choice but to go find the seal.
He couldn't fathom where else one would use the seal if not on an official document, but it was a servant’s fate to do as they were told.
While waiting for the servant to bring the seal, Lacio sat in his chair and worked diligently on a letter.
“Hehe…… this should look like a letter from Father.”
His father was a brilliant politician in charge of one of the influential families of the ‘Pureblood Faction,’ a major power in the political world.
There was no way the House of Catria wouldn't know that name. In fact, they knew it so well that they had even arranged a meeting with marriage in mind.
‘No matter how big a Duke he is in the countryside, in the Imperial Palace, he’s just a bumpkin unless he joins a faction like ours.’
This was a matter where the political intentions of the House of Catria and the Pureblood Faction were complexly intertwined, but Lacio didn't care about any of that.
Rather, he intended to exploit it.
After all, the House of Catria was the one in a desperate position right now.
‘Once she receives a letter stamped with Father’s seal…… Anna will realize the reality of the situation, won't she? That she must pay the price for daring to defy me and acting out.’
A warning letter sent to Anna in the name of the House of Callion.
Lacio decided to pressure Anna with this crudely forged letter.
If he threatened to break off the alliance with the House of Catria using what happened during the meeting, even Anna, who had no interest in him, would have no choice but to come running in tears.
‘When she comes to apologize…… at that moment, those breasts will be entirely mine!’
Imagining the moment the large-breasted Anna would kneel before him, Callion finished the letter.
“I-I have brought the seal!”
“Give it here.”
Without hesitation, Callion stamped his father’s seal onto the letter he had written.
With this, even a personal blackmail letter became a formal warning sent at the family level.
“Ah. I forgot one thing.”
Callion added a postscript at the end of the letter.
— Do not, under any circumstances, come with the butler who was at the meeting. Come alone. If I even see that butler’s face, consider all apologies void.
Callion was still terrified of the man he had seen back then.
“Deliver this letter to Lady Anna at the dormitory.”
“Pardon? The letter with the seal on it?”
“Just do as you’re told!”
“U-Understood.”
The servant took the letter and set off immediately.
Callion smiled as he watched the servant’s retreating back.
“Hehehehe……!”
Now, Anna’s breasts would belong to Callion.
*
“You’ve arrived, Princess Serna. You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you.”
“It has been a long time, Master Nekane.”
In a corner of St. Fellatio Girls’ Academy, a gate swung wide to welcome a carriage.
The Princess who stepped out of the carriage was, as always, noble and elegant.
Nekane came out personally to greet her and bowed her head.
“Hehe…. You said last year that you wouldn't come to the academy, but it seems you’ve had a change of heart.”
“A person’s thoughts are always subject to change.”
“Is that so?”
Nekane smiled quietly and guided the Princess into the academy.
As the Princess’s mentor and also the Emperor’s former teacher, she was one of the few people in the Empire who could speak informally to the Princess.
“I’m glad I didn't scrap the admission plans I set up last year, just in case. Thanks to that, I was able to take measures so you could enroll quickly.”
“You have my gratitude.”
“There’s a lot to worry about, including security and such.”
“I believe I wrote in my letter that I didn't want the academy to be busy on my account.”
“Still, what must be done, must be done.”
No matter the Princess’s request, her arrival at the academy was a major event.
Serna quickly noticed that the maids dispatched from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were already changing their affiliation to become academy maids.
Seeing that made her anxious.
“By any chance…… did you change that as well?”
“Change what?”
“I heard there is a commoner at the academy.”
Serna stopped walking.
Her heart was already pounding.
She had decided to enroll in the academy because of this; it wouldn't do if the commoner was gone now.
“The commoner…… is still here, right?”
Serna wore an expression that looked exactly like a bitch searching for her master.