Chapter 34
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Afterglow and Imperial Schemes
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Niu sank deeply into the bathtub filled with warm water.
The tub was so large and spacious that there was still plenty of room even when he stretched out both legs.
"Haa..."
Actaeon, seated with her back to him, let out a hot breath as well.
Soaking in the warm water made her body feel like it was melting away.
It wasn't just melting—the temperature subtly teased her senses, stirring her arousal.
And then there was the heat and hardness of the cock pressing against her waist, felt through the arms and back embracing her.
'Why is this happening? We already did it once... but I want to go again.'
As her womb began to itch, Actaeon's cheeks flushed red.
Only today did she realize how deep and scorching her own lust ran.
"Already hard?"
Actaeon twisted her back slightly as she asked.
With every rub of the towering cock against her back, her plump ass twitched.
A gush. Perhaps from the excitement, thick semen leaked from her pussy entrance.
"Why? Scared?"
"No. Just curious."
Niu chuckled as he asked, and Actaeon turned to look back at him, shaking her head.
"Normal guys are done after one shot—they just collapse. And it doesn't last long. But not you."
"So, you hate it?"
"No. It's not that I hate it..."
Actaeon trailed off, mumbling before clamping her mouth shut.
She was relieved her burning cheeks weren't visible.
"Then should we keep going?"
Niu let out a soft laugh and gently cupped Actaeon's breasts.
Heavy enough to make his hands ache.
The wet, slick, springy breast flesh clung to his palms.
"Mm... Do whatever you want. I'm your cocksleeve anyway—use me anytime, as rough as you like."
"Good girl."
Niu's right hand kneaded her massive tits.
His left hand roamed her thick thighs, teasing at Actaeon's pussy entrance.
"Ah... Nngh...! You're just gonna tease my pussy forever...?"
"Until it's plenty loose."
"It's already been wrecked by that stupid cock of yours—loosen it more... haaaang!"
In that instant, Actaeon shuddered violently, staring up at the ceiling.
Niu's fingers had pinched her tiny clit, sending her into a light orgasm.
Niu quickly slipped on a slime condom from nearby.
In a reverse cowgirl position with her back to him, they eased into slow sex.
"O-ohhh... ♥"
Actaeon lolled her tongue out slightly, moaning in a husky voice.
The cock softly prodded her womb, lifting her up with each thrust.
Intoxicated by the pressure filling her belly, she was half out of her mind.
Five rounds submerged in the tub.
One more on dry land to finish.
Then back to bed for dozens of intense missionary sessions.
The count was based on Niu's ejaculations.
Which meant Actaeon had endured several times more—and far longer—climaxes than that.
"Ah, ugh...!"
As the dawn light began to brighten.
Actaeon finally escaped the paradise of pleasure and orgasms.
Thanks to the condom, no semen leaked from her pussy, and her insides stayed clean.
But that very cleanliness left her feeling hollow.
'Next time, maybe skip it and just use medicine.'
Actaeon dressed and gazed silently at Niu's sleeping face.
His naked, slumbering form was utterly seductive.
A handsome face.
Boundless stamina and a vicious cock that turned any woman into a bitch.
Just watching him was pure delight.
She planted a kiss on his cheek, then slipped out.
"Back already?"
As she entered the next room, her eyes met Ekyon's—she was seated at the table.
Antiope was there too.
"You weren't sleeping?"
Actaeon's eyes went wide.
It was still the wee hours of dawn.
Far too early for an escort knight to start her duties.
"Couldn't sleep with those moans coming from the next room. Got me all hot and bothered—woke right up."
Antiope smiled gently and gestured to a seat.
It wasn't mockery—just light, playful teasing.
Actaeon picked up on it and sat at the table without protest.
"Ahem! Sorry."
"No need to apologize. Any bitch in His Highness's arms would lose it like that."
Antiope nodded as if it were the most natural thing.
Actaeon had no retort, silently agreeing.
"Now you're one of His Highness's bitches, taking his lust. Spread 'em when he says, pop out kids if he wants."
"I know."
A flicker of unease crossed Actaeon's face.
She'd fallen for Niu too—but Antiope was on another level.
Like a loyal hound, perfectly fitting.
"You've caught the Crown Prince's eye and screwed up—it's only right. Loyalty will make you happy. Best for your life."
Ekyon was a touch less intense, but only relatively so.
To outsiders, it was still over the top.
"Yeah, I will."
Actaeon sighed and nodded.
She got being smitten with Niu—but she dreaded turning into that.
I dozed off for a bit, then rose from the bed.
After mating with a new bitch, my body felt even lighter than before.
'Feels great.'
A twinge of regret for not creampieing her womb—but only a tiny one.
Nothing to truly lament or second-guess.
Ekyon, Antiope, Actaeon.
Three regular cocksleeves I kept around, plus the wet nurse.
Women piling up too fast.
And it didn't feel like it'd stop there—which only hyped me up more.
Seemed like a few extras were inbound.
"Nngh..."
I stretched lightly and headed to the bathroom.
Washing away the sticky traces of sex left my skin fresh and invigorated.
'Much better.'
Midway through changing into fresh clothes, I sensed a familiar presence outside the door.
My senses must've sharpened post-shower.
"Who's out there?"
"Yes, Your Highness. It's Antiope. Sounded like you coughed—may I come in?"
"Sure. Come on."
Right as I shrugged on a plain shirt, Antiope entered.
No clue when she'd woken, but she looked pristine—no trace of drowsiness in her eyes.
"Pardon the intrusion."
"Yeah. But when'd you wake up? Your eyes don't look like you just rolled out of bed."
"Truth is, I've been up since dawn. Her moans were way too loud."
A wry smile tugged at Antiope's lips.
Ah... my bad.
"Ahem. Sorry."
"No need for Your Highness to apologize. The fault lies with the one who couldn't stifle her sow-like squeals—but she couldn't help it."
Sow-like.
Her vocabulary was brutally vivid; I was at a loss for words.
'My influence?'
I'd called her a breeding sow during doggy style once—could that be it...?
"Ahem. Sorry. They sounded so good, I kept making her sing. I'll be more careful next time."
"Pardon? Why? If Your Highness enjoys it, you should hear it nonstop."
Antiope's eyes widened.
Perfectly clear irises, yet they oddly shimmered with madness.
"Then glad to hear it."
"Yes. We're just bitches in heat screwing up—Your Highness did nothing wrong."
"Want me to stir that pussy then?"
"Really?"
Antiope's eyes gleamed even brighter.
Gaze sharp enough to bore holes.
"Come by tonight. Just fucked and woke up—need a breather first."
Fucked the busty tomboy raw, came buckets till I hit bottom.
Thoroughly vented.
That's why later, not now.
By evening, this relief would boil over into raw hunger.
"Yes. Thank you."
Antiope smiled and bowed her head.
Tonight she'd hold out with some self-love.
"Your Highness? Did you cough?"
Mid-conversation, an unfamiliar woman's voice knocked.
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"The imperial family commands Your Highness's presence. If it's not inconvenient, could you come?"
"Aunt? Then let's go."
I was already up and dressed—perfect timing.
Could head out immediately.
"Antiope. Follow me. Let the others rest."
"Yes, Your Highness."
We left the room straightaway, and a waiting servant girl led us down the hall.
Before long, we reached the office.
"Right this way, please."
"Thanks."
The servant opened the door with a polite bow.
I strolled in without lifting a finger.
"Come on in. Slept pretty late, huh? Lunchtime's almost here."
Manes chuckled from the head of the sofa, patting the seat beside her.
Meant for a quick nap, but I'd conked out longer than expected.
"That long?"
"Yep. Chasing tail's fine, but don't sleep the day away. Time's too precious."
"Got it, Aunt."
I sat beside Antiope on the sofa and picked up the chat.
The warm vibe put me at ease.
"So, what's up? Lunch together since it's that time?"
"Not a bad idea, but I called for other business."
"Other...?"
"That traitor you charmed—the woman who put you in a bind. You know who."
Serious stuff. I steadied my breath, schooling my face.
Impossible not to know.
"The Queen, right?"
"Yeah. While gutting Kruger, we cleaned up some loose ends and snagged evidence. Gonna lean on her with it."
"Think it'll stick?"
"She might deny it. But she won't slink away clean."
Manes's lip curled, her eyes flashing sharp.
A look that screamed 'fierce tiger'.
"What if we poke too hard and she starts a war?"
"Poke? Provoke, you mean? Fresh phrasing—I love it."
Manes grinned wide, like she'd steal it for later.
Damn, should've kept my mouth shut.
"Glad you like it."
"You've got a gift."
"Not for wordplay. Planning to provoke right away?"
"Naturally. If it'd just been a spy, we'd wrap it quietly. But she touched you. Messing with the Emperor's heir means shaking Ion's future."
Her eyes cut like blades, voice low and edged.
Unwavering resolve laced with enmity.
'Not bad at all.'
Happy she wouldn't go easy on enemies.
Backing me this hard felt solid—shoulders squared with pride.
"Could see it that way."
"It's cold fact. We've got justification for war."
"War? That's..."
I frowned and shook my head on instinct.
Way overkill, no matter how you sliced it.
"War too messy? Prefer holding just the culprit accountable?"
"That's what I think's best."
"Our Niu's too soft, huh? I'd smash 'em flat with this pretext."
"Appreciate the thought. Still, pinning it on the mastermind feels right. Cleaner that way."
Not war-drunk.
Punish the plotter behind it—the Queen—would do.
"If that's your call, fine."
Manes crossed her arms and nodded.
She wasn't thrilled, but she'd honor my stance.
"Thanks, Aunt."
"Save it. So, that angle it is... Got ideas? Or something you wanna do?"
Hm?
Out of nowhere—brain flat empty, no ideas.
'Screwed. No clue.'
I crossed my arms and sank into thought.
No quick answers bubbling up.
So first, organize what I knew.
Surely something'd click once I sorted my head.