Chapter 20
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Dawn's Afterglow
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As dawn broke, the beastly moans came to an abrupt halt.
Only faint breaths and the soft rustle of skin against sheets filled the air.
‘…Ruthless.’
On the bed where the four of them had fallen asleep.
Wet Nurse Cadmos was the first to open her eyes and rise.
The massive bed was soiled in every corner with love juices, sweat, and semen.
Even the thick, pungent stench filling the room made her shyly rejoice.
It was the dream of being turned into a bitch by the child she'd raised from infancy.
The scenario she'd steadfastly fantasized about during her solo sessions had finally become reality.
‘Cleanup can wait.’
The wet nurse carefully slipped out of bed.
Niu lay sleeping in the center.
To either side, his bitches slumbered with soft snores, their bodies drenched in sweat.
Lying on their sides, their thick sideboobs and asses were fully exposed.
Clumps of thick cum oozed from their pussy entrances.
Their bodies, still carrying the afterglow of intense mating, glistened in the sunlight.
His cock, thoroughly soaked in the bitches' juices, was no different.
Having expelled ample desire, its limp state only aroused her further.
‘Just a little kiss...’
The wet nurse swallowed dryly as she stared at his cock.
She yearned to press her lips to it, to taste the rich, musky flavor of the male with her tongue.
“Eut...!”
Her cheeks flushed as she approached the bed like a woman entranced.
She halted her steps and shook her head.
Indulging her desires here would be the end of her.
Unless her master willed it, she couldn't shirk her duties on her own.
“Huu...”
The wet nurse steadied her breathing before moving on.
She washed thoroughly in the room's adjoining bathroom and donned the clothes neatly folded in the corner.
‘Good.’
She checked her attire in the corner mirror one last time.
Then she slipped out silently.
Her utmost caution ensured not even the sound of footsteps or the door creaking escaped.
Once outside, the wet nurse headed straight for the grand audience hall.
Her destination was the emperor's bedroom.
—Enter my son's bedroom and offer some guidance, then come straight to me once it's done. Time doesn't matter.
Waking Her Majesty at this hour would be insolent, but a command was an exception.
Failing to go out of misplaced consideration would violate an imperial decree.
“Your Majesty. It's Cadmos.”
And so, in the early dawn, she knocked on Emperor Orpheus's bedroom door.
A proper rap echoed out.
“You've come. Enter.”
After a single knock and a brief wait.
A somewhat subdued voice came from beyond the door.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
With permission granted, the wet nurse opened the bedroom door and entered.
Her eyes met the emperor's, sharp and clear despite having just risen.
“Coming at this hour means it went well, I take it.”
“Yes. He was magnificent.”
“Come closer and tell me the details. I've been so curious I could barely sleep.”
The wet nurse approached the emperor and recounted the mating.
Straight-down or diagonal waist thrusts, mating presses.
Sloppy kisses where the bitches stuck out their tongues long and tangled them together, and more...
“So he practiced on those inner bitches. And you got embraced in the process?”
The emperor shot her a glare.
Not anger, but jealousy toward a bitch embraced by the male she'd longed for.
“Yes. Just as Your Majesty predicted.”
The wet nurse met her gaze calmly.
It was a natural reaction, and one the emperor had anticipated—no fear there.
Besides, the real business came next.
“Now that Lord Niu has awakened to embracing women, I suspect he'll soon turn his desires toward Your Majesty as well.”
“Because his confidence has grown?”
“In my humble opinion, yes. He had some aversion to incest, but it wasn't that strong.”
The wet nurse delivered a rather positive conclusion.
This act gauged whether he could embrace the emperor.
That was the true mission.
“I know that well enough.”
The emperor nodded, arms crossed.
Incest was rational for their bloodline, and she'd educated him to think so.
“Thus, if Your Majesty provides a pretext, I believe he'll grant your wish.”
“Something stimulating would be ideal. Got any good ideas?”
“It occurred to me just before drifting off: a massage would be perfect.”
The emperor's eyes widened in an instant.
Not just the quick response, but the unexpected answer.
“A massage?”
“Yes. From what I saw, Lord Niu enjoys savoring female flesh. Once he had some leisure, he fondled every inch.”
“I see. Your judgment won't be wrong—I'll keep it in mind. You've worked hard; return to your room and rest well.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The wet nurse bowed and departed.
After the intense mating, fatigue weighed on her—a welcome order indeed.
‘A massage. Perfect.’
Left alone, the emperor closed her eyes and organized her thoughts.
Prepare massage oil.
Spread a large towel on the bed and lie face-down, baring her back.
Her ass would show too, so wiggle it teasingly to stoke his lust.
Her squished sideboobs spilling out would be another appeal point.
Once Niu grew conscious of her body to his taste, a short plea.
‘Son, please plant your potent seed in this mother too. Let me bear a cute baby with your seed, your little sibling...♥’
Flawless.
A courtship abandoning all decorum would nail it for success.
The emperor smirked alone as she sat.
Imagining that happy future chased away all drowsiness.
“What's got you grinning like that?”
However.
Her happy fantasy was shattered by an uninvited guest who appeared without a sound.
Clothes nearly identical to the emperor's usual attire.
A similar face.
Even navy hair a shade longer but matching in color.
Twins.
Or close enough to mistake for her reflection in a mirror.
“How did you get all the way here?”
The emperor scowled at the intruder.
Despite the unauthorized entry into her bedroom, the woman acted utterly at ease.
Ruler of Ion's north.
Imperial kin by blood, her sister.
And the one who'd created Niu through incest with the emperor.
“To warn you.”
“Warn me?”
“I heard the boy completed his coming-of-age rite? Then it's time for the pilgrimage. You're not hesitating, are you? Word of how you doted on him reached even here.”
The pilgrimage.
A grand term for a journey letting imperial scions tour all of Ion.
But hardly safe.
No luxury, high chance of peril.
Like the ancestors who'd carried on Ion's line.
And those now ruling and upholding it.
“I know.”
The emperor furrowed her brow in displeasure.
The pilgrimage was Ion's tradition.
No exceptions, even for a rare male born once every few centuries.
“Good. Get greedy, and not just your throne—the whole imperial house shakes. I don't want that either.”
The intruder smiled with her eyes, hand on her hip.
No familial warmth, despite co-creating Niu with the emperor.
In Ion, making children was mere duty.
Extract eggs, combine, implant in the agreed host body—that was it.
No love expected.
They'd only made him, neither birthed nor raised him.
“I know full well. So enough.”
“Fine then. Send him on the pilgrimage at once. North first, if possible. I'd like to see his face too.”
“If you've crawled all the way here, see him yourself—why bother?”
The emperor scowled in disbelief.
Too absurd.
“No fun seeing him now. Better when I visit—more dramatic.”
The intruder chuckled and traced the air.
Riiip. Shockingly, paper tearing echoed, and space itself split open.
Large enough for a person to pass.
“Send him. Or before you give any pretext, I might just cut you down.”
With that final warning, the intruder stepped into the rift.
Then space sealed shut as before.
The emperor sighed at the spot the intruder had stood.
Ion's traditions must hold.
She agreed in principle, but facing it now felt loathsome.
“Tch.”
A tongue-click echoed through the bedroom.
Not sending him would stir unrest, but the emperor shared the intruder's view.
‘Already that time, huh.’
The intruder's mood-killer shattered her lewd fantasies.
She couldn't send her beloved son away just to sate her greed.
“Huu...”
The emperor let out a long, heavy sigh, blinking.
A forgotten task had returned, leaving her conflicted.
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling unusually refreshed today.
The pungent odors stinging my nose smelled fragrant, and the sunlight felt cool.
‘So this is sex.’
Turning my head, I saw Ekyon and Antiope asleep to either side.
The wet nurse had already risen and left, it seemed.
“Huu.”
I breathed quietly and rose without a sound.
I didn't want to wake my devoted bitches, dead to the world.
So I crept off the bed alone and headed to the bathroom.
Separate from the refreshment, my body felt filthy.
Coated in the bitches' juices, my own cum, and sweat.
Great, but too dirty.
In the bathroom, I lingered on the traces before bathing.
It was as well-equipped as my room's.
I emerged clean and invigorated—right as my eyes met Antiope's.
“Good morning, Master?”
“Sorry. Did I wake you?”
“No. A servant sleeping later than her master is at fault.”
Antiope shook her head with a smile.
Her skin, glistening with all sorts of fluids, sent blood rushing to my cock.
“Ah...♥”
As it hardened enough to slap my belly, her cheeks flushed.
Clearly in heat.
“Ekyon's still asleep, so... shall we go somewhere quiet? Or you could plug my mouth.”
Antiope lifted her heavy tits as she asked.
Not just lifting—she suckled her own nipple with her lips.
‘Whoa... with that size, she can do that.’
Witnessing such a blessed tit feat made my balls boil.
I wanted a taste too; blood rushed to my eyes.
“Crown Prince. Include me too.”
As I approached slowly, Ekyon slyly opened her eyes, tempting me.
She even swayed her ass toward me alluringly.
“Sure. I'll fuck you both.”
I steadied my breath and stepped forward.
My near-infinite stamina seemed matched by heightened lust.
I wouldn't tire easily, and blood already surged to my cock again.
Delicious bitches deserved to be savored properly.
“Lord Niu. Have you caught a cold?”
Just as the bed loomed close, the wet nurse knocked from outside.
“Wet Nurse? You went out?”
“Yes. I saw Her Majesty, and she requests your presence. You'll need to head straight to the office, it seems.”
What could it be? New bait hooked me, and my raging erection slowly deflated.
My lust-heated head cooled.
‘A bit disappointing... but unavoidable.’
I cleared my mind with a refreshed feeling.
No fatigue after unloading so much cum—instead, vigor overflowed.
Morning sex was great, but cutting it short had its appeal.
A touch of regret built anticipation for next time.
“Got it. I'll prepare right away, so come in and wait comfortably, Wet Nurse.”