Chapter 231
Chapter 231
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Fox Hunt (1)
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Beautiful strains of music filled the concert hall.
"...."
Emperor Leonhardt closed his eyes and savored the melody in comfort.
But soon, he sensed something off.
The frequent mistakes from the violinist, the son of the council chairman accompanying him.
His broken concentration let surrounding noises creep in bit by bit.
"Tak―. Tak―. Tak―."
A steady sound of flesh slapping flesh, so rhythmic it made him wonder if the orchestra even had percussion.
And then the sticky sound of it plunging even deeper into some drenched crevice.
"Haaah.... Huuah...."
The emperor fiddled with his earlobe, wondering if his ears were playing tricks.
Before long, he rose from his seat.
"Your Majesty? The performance isn't over yet...."
Leonhardt glanced down indifferently at the winding-down show, hands clasped behind his back.
Then he turned casually toward the VIP box exit.
"I know, but it's basically done anyway."
"Has something urgent come up that requires your immediate departure?"
Council Chairman Darren, seated beside him, asked.
He too had witnessed his son's repeated flubs.
Anxiety washed over him, assuming the irritated emperor was leaving.
"No, nothing like that...."
But the emperor's unease had nothing to do with the violin.
What came to mind was simply his daughter, Irina.
"It's just a strange feeling...."
She'd always had a delicate face even as a child, but she was subtly stubborn and greedy too.
So during those times she stayed at the northern palace with Estina.
"Daddy, can't you stay with us the whole time today...?"
She'd whine like that, climbing atop him on the bed.
Even then, pressing down on him with her thighs to make him squirm was her favorite trick.
"Hoo.... Yeah, must be my imagination...."
The emperor chuckled at the fond memory of his second daughter's adorable childhood.
Eager to see her, he headed to the neighboring VIP box.
Where she should have been quietly enjoying the music.
But.
"Jjeogeuk.... Tseugeuk...."
Irina was actually straddling me.
Her voluptuous thighs clamped around my manhood, taking it deep inside.
"Vale, how long are you gonna keep this up.... It's already so full...!!"
The princess sucked my essence greedily, reveling in the unprecedented pleasure.
She was enjoying the music in her own unique way.
"You're the one saying that, but this part of you has no intention of letting me go."
The emperor remained blissfully ignorant.
He approached the VIP box entrance with casual steps, hands behind his back.
And the moment he grasped the doorknob.
"Hm...?"
His nose twitched at the steamy heat leaking through the crack.
"What is this heat...?"
The emperor froze, hand on the knob.
Then the door swung open on its own, and he let go.
"Your Majesty...?"
I peeked through the gap, panting heavily.
"...."
The emperor eyed my sweat-soaked form.
My suit was neatly tailored, but my pants had odd wrinkles.
Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down.
As if I'd been in a sauna, not a concert hall.
"Oh, Father...?"
As the door opened wider, Irina came into view too.
"The performance isn't over yet—what brings you here...?"
She was clad in a modest dress that covered her entirely.
But the texture and vibe felt strangely different from usual.
The dim lighting hid her skin, but sticky sweat clung to her body.
The curves of her ample breasts and wide hips were on full display.
No underwear underneath, apparently—the tips of her breasts poked out lewdly.
"You look awfully hot, Irina."
"Yes.... Seems the air circulation magic in this VIP box is broken...."
The princess smiled innocently at her father, as always, making excuses.
But her breathing was as ragged as mine.
"I see, it is quite stuffy in there."
The ongoing music masked our heavy breaths.
Our flushed faces passed as mere heat from the sealed box.
"Yes, it's my first time in a VIP box.... I thought this was normal and just endured it."
"No, Irina's right—the magic was off."
The emperor dropped his suspicions upon confirming only this box's magic had failed.
But.
"Huaa...."
Her disheveled silver hair.
Strands stuck stickily to her forehead and cheeks, somehow seeming obscene.
"Ahem.... Were you alright in such stifling heat?"
He asked Irina, who stood prim and proper.
Her hands politely clasped together, so he figured nothing was amiss.
But he had no idea.
"O-Of course. The music was so good, I lost track of time....?"
We stood side by side.
Unbeknownst to him, my hand had sneaked out to grip her plump rear.
"A daughter of yours has to endure this much heat."
Irina stood ramrod straight despite her sensitized body.
But soon, white fluid began leaking ever so slightly from between her thighs.
"...!"
I shoved the hem of her dress between her clenched cheeks.
That stopped the seepage.
"You do look sweltering. Sweat pouring like that...."
"My apologies, Marquis. I should have paid more attention."
The emperor stepped slowly into the VIP box, scanning for other issues.
Closer to the seats, the young couple's musk grew thicker.
"No ventilation either? Even a sticky smell.... I'll have to question the staff."
Luckily, no white stains in sight.
Of course, I'd pumped every drop straight into her.
'Good thing it stopped....'
Like the daughter of the man embracing the emperor, she'd drained me perfectly.
The strength in her ass and thighs was incredible.
'And with such an innocent face on the outside....'
She might be closer to a female white mare than a she-wolf.
"...."
Irina lightly grasped my fingertips like a guilty girl.
She glanced up at me with a bashful look.
'What if we get caught, Vale?'
But....
Unlike usual, that shy smile felt intensely lewd.
Like a succubus masquerading as a noble princess.
'Feels like I've awakened something scary....'
"Hmm. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
The emperor turned on his heel to leave.
I quickly scanned around for anything incriminating as he went.
'Good thing we didn't do it outside....'
Relieved at the tidy surroundings, my eyes drifted to the desk.
And....
There lay the quill, limp after diligently recording our tryst.
"...!!"
I strolled casually to the paper before the emperor noticed.
Peeking down at what it said.
That instant.
"Haaang.... Vale, it feels so good!! I'm, I'm addicted...!!"
"Tseugeuk.... Jjeogeuk.... Byuueot...!!"
"Do more, I want even more...!!"
The quill's performance was impeccable.
Too impeccable—goosebumps prickled my skin.
'Even sound effects?!'
I snatched the paper in a panic.
Crumpled it into a ball and shoved it in my mouth.
"Umm...."
Too much content for one swallow.
I dropped the rest to the floor and kicked it under the chair.
"...."
Irina watched me intently from the side.
Her eyes flicked to the bulge still straining my pants.
"Hee...."
The princess placed her sticky fingers on my shaft.
Stroking slowly, she whispered to me as I chewed.
"Fox eating paper.... So cute...."
With her father behind her, she boldly groped me.
One hand secretly worshipping it, she grinned lasciviously.
'Is this the time?!'
Barely twenty, her first taste of lust hadn't faded.
I punished her by squeezing her sensitized ass hard.
"Hueut...!!"
Irina jolted, an involuntary moan slipping out.
The dress hem wedged between her cheeks grew soaked.
She clenched to stem the flow, regaining composure.
"Hm...? Irina, are you hurt somewhere?"
The sharp-eared emperor glanced back.
"N-No.... I'm fine, Your Majesty...."
Irina dipped her waist slightly, beaming up at her father.
Her nose flushed red.
"You should go now, Your Majesty. The music's almost over."
"Right.... Haha...."
His suffocating visit ended as applause erupted from the concert hall.
We slipped out of the VIP box amid the cheers.
――――――.
Irina headed down the hall first, saying she needed the restroom.
Leaving me alone with the emperor, chatting idly until she returned.
The empire's Second Princess glanced around all the way to the bathroom.
She pulled a few sheets from her handbag.
The conversation records I'd hidden under the viewing chair.
"Huuu...."
Alone now, she slowly examined the footprinted papers.
Reading the contents with delight.
Too dim inside to see well, perhaps.
She stepped out to the attached terrace, basking in sunlight as she savored them.
To the ever-innocent princess, these vulgar records tasted better than fine music.
"...."
Irina caressed her lower belly with her free hand, lewd smile playing on her lips.
As if it brimmed with something.
Her toned abs softened under the fullness.
Drying her sweat-soaked body in the autumn breeze, her lips curled unconsciously.
"The aggressive Vale was so cool...."
She planned to keep this memory to herself.
But.
"...."
A bird watched her from afar.
A familiar rock pigeon perched on the window ledge, observing intently.
The lewd words on the paper.
Soon, it memorized every line in its black eyes and took flight.
Heading to an office in the capital's west side.
――――――.
The office held Lea, whose morning tryst with Vale had delayed her schedule.
She pored over state documents with cold blue eyes.
"Hah, seriously.... You summon me and then just work forever?"
A welcome guest lounged in her office.
The black twintail youngest princess, Lydia.
"And why's your mouth corner keep smirking like that the whole time?"
She crossed her arms sulkily like a grumpy kitten.
Muttering to herself as she plopped on the sofa.
The table bore a paper titled 'Hot Springs Agreement.'
They'd met today in strict business capacity.
"Something kids like you wouldn't get."
Lea smirked, closing the documents.
She swallowed deeply, savoring the lingering aftertaste in her throat.
Like fine tea.
"Anyway, Vale's concert should be wrapping up soon...."
The empire's First Princess turned slowly.
Just then, a rock pigeon returned to the window as if on cue.
It slipped expertly through into the office.
"Come here, my pet."
Lea raised a finger with a queenly, sensual purr.
Gently stroking the pigeon's head as it alighted softly.
"Everything alright at the concert?"
An event with His Majesty the Emperor.
Lea figured the usually prim Irina couldn't pull anything.
"Now, write it down here."
The First Princess fetched from her drawer an identical quill to the concert's.
Blue mana flickered between pigeon and quill.
As if sharing information.
――――――.
The quill stood upright on its own.
Then it began appending what it saw to the 'Hot Springs Agreement' on the desk.
"Amazing—these pens exist."
As expected, it wrote mundane details.
Nothing to pique a princess's interest.
"What, spying so creepily for nothing again?"
Lydia rose with a pout.
Approaching the diligently scribbling quill.
That moment.
"Eh...?"
The newly adult princess's lips parted at the sticky, lewd entries forming.
Lea too.
The two noble princesses lost focus in their eyes at the concert hall tryst.
"Irina, that she-wolf bitch dares...!!"
Lea slammed her fists on the desk.
Her ample flesh jiggled dramatically.
"Getting ahead so slyly...?"
Lydia's twintails twitched in fresh shock.
"S-Saying such filthy things while doing it...?"
The youngest princess read on with flustered eyes.
Swallowing deeply like a little devil tasting something new.