Chapter 45
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Departure from the North
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Finally, the day Niu left the North.
Only Maneus and a few close aides came to see him off.
Because both of them hated elaborate ceremonies.
"See you next time."
"Yes, Aunt. Take care of yourself."
They exchanged plain words instead of unnecessary formalities.
It was brief, but sincere.
"Alright, time to head out."
Creak.
Soon, the baggage wagon carrying Niu and his three escorts began rolling forward.
Today's coachwoman was Antiope.
Pocket money from his aunt Maneus.
Supplies restocked in the North.
Thanks to resupplying at the castle, the cargo hold was quite plentiful.
Maneus stared blankly at the receding wagon before turning her head.
Nilvar stood right beside her, wearing a sullen expression.
'No way... is she sulking?'
Ridiculous.
Maneus blinked at the petulant face, feeling anger but also surprise.
"You're leaving too. Follow me."
As Maneus tore open space, Nilvar tilted her head.
"Follow you? Where to?"
"You'll see when we get there. And you're coming no matter what, so don't ask pointless questions. It's annoying."
"...What a pain."
Nilvar clicked her tongue and followed Maneus.
Stepping through the rift, warm air gently wafted in.
'The region's different. No way...?'
Nilvar's eyes widened.
Not just the air—the architecture and interior were different from the North.
Above all, she couldn't miss the woman lying on the lavish bed in this well-decorated room.
"You crazy...!"
While Nilvar reeled in shock, the woman on the bed sat up.
It was the Emperor of Ion, Orpheus.
"What's this so early in the morning? Why'd you bring that bitch along?"
Orpheus rose from the bed and asked.
Like Maneus, she boldly revealed her voluptuous body without shame.
"My nephew, your son, turned her into his personal fuckhole. But dragging her around is inconvenient, so he asked me to hand her over to you."
"My son did?"
Orpheus blinked and scanned Nilvar thoroughly.
Very meticulously.
Then she caught the faint scent clinging to Nilvar's body and nodded.
It was the smell of Niu's semen.
"Looks like it's not just empty words."
"Why would I lie about something like this? Anyway, take good care of her and train her. She's got some talent, so she'll be useful enough."
"I'll do that. But before you go, lift the seal."
"Lift it? For real?"
Maneus's eyes widened in an instant.
Not because she'd noticed the mana seal, but because of the order to remove it.
Nilvar's eyes widened too, just like Maneus's.
She'd never imagined her chains would be undone.
"The most she'll do is rampage if freed, and rampaging will just get her killed. If she values her life, she won't do anything stupid. If she does, just kill her."
"Makes sense. She can't escape the capital anyway."
Maneus nodded and placed her hand on Nilvar's back.
To melt the mana embedded in her body.
"Stay still."
"...Got it."
Nilvar swallowed dryly and closed her eyes.
Soon, Maneus's mana swept through every corner of her body.
"Ah...!"
A refreshing groan escaped Nilvar's lips.
Elbows, lower belly, back of the neck, and more.
All the stuffy spots that felt blocked like foreign objects were suddenly cleared.
"Done. I'm off, so train her well. She's your responsibility now."
"Yeah. Off you go."
Orpheus waved dismissively to send Maneus away.
No need for courtesy when they weren't close.
Maneus felt the same, so she left without a second thought.
Getting a wave was courtesy enough.
Whoosh.
The moment they were alone, a freezing chill settled in.
"Listen up first."
The instant Orpheus and Nilvar locked eyes.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Nilvar's cheek.
Something sharp had poked her throat.
'Is she going to kill me?'
Nilvar's pupils shook wildly.
Invisible, weightless, but definitely aimed at her jugular.
"Niu entrusted you to me, so I won't kill you. Just remember: defiance means death. Or would you rather die clean right here?"
Death? As if.
If that were the plan, she'd have bitten her tongue ages ago.
"Understood. I'll keep that in mind."
Nilvar sighed, frowning.
She knew she was being cowardly, but she didn't want to die.
"I'll trust you on that. You're that boy's bitch, so I'll treat you accordingly."
Orpheus blinked and muttered.
A deposed queen or not, she overlooked the rude half-respectful tone.
"What?"
Nilvar's eyes widened.
Threats one moment, now persuasion.
"I've heard your abilities aren't bad. So first, assist with my work. Things might change from there."
"You're serious?"
"We're not close enough for jokes yet, are we?"
Who knows about later.
Orpheus waved her hand, envisioning a future.
The invisible something at Nilvar's jugular vanished.
The air grew easier to breathe.
"Hoo."
Nilvar rubbed her throat and sighed.
A thin trickle of warm blood ran down her neck, as if wounded.
"But did Niu make you wear those clothes?"
"Yes. He said it suited his tastes."
Nilvar's brow furrowed neatly.
The mood had eased, only for an uncomfortable question.
"Hm... so I guess that means keep wearing them? And pick similar ones when changing?"
"W-Wait! Is that really necessary?"
Nilvar hurriedly voiced her objection.
The thought of wearing whore clothes forever made her dizzy.
"He seems to want it, so I'll prepare several similar outfits. You'll get more stares at that huge ass and tits."
Regardless.
Orpheus thought only of her son.
'No hope here.'
Nilvar clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
She could rationalize the humiliation somehow.
Unfair, but her own mistake, and the perpetrator was noble blood.
But enduring leers from randos was horrific.
Just imagining it felt like ants crawling over her massive tits.
"Seems like that's why he dressed me."
Still, all she could do was sigh and nod.
"To declare you're my son's bitch, so no worries about other men fucking you. And don't you go eyeing others."
"Don't worry. Lowly men don't interest me."
Nilvar's brow furrowed again.
She hadn't realized it yet, but her standards for men had skyrocketed.
Appearance surpassing Niu's.
Status surpassing Niu's.
Above all, unless the cock surpassed Niu's, they weren't even men.
—What? That puny thing couldn't possibly be a man's cock, right?
If some guy whipped it out in front of Nilvar.
She was fully prepared to scorn him.
"Makes sense. Once you've had him, no other man catches your eye."
Orpheus nodded with a pleased face.
Seeing someone personally realize her son's greatness filled her with pride.
'Not catching her eye... isn't wrong.'
A bitter smile tugged at Nilvar's lips.
Good or bad.
Reality was, she had no spare attention for men besides Niu.
The road from north to east was mostly flat.
The terrain was plain-like, no need to detour mountains.
"Oh... oooh...♥"
Antiope in his arms let out muffled moans.
She clung to him in a face-to-face seated position, refusing to let go.
Three hours already of traveling like this.
The cloth under her ass was soaked through long ago, thick with her bitch-scent.
"Ah... here it comes."
Clutching Antiope's waist tight, he closed his eyes.
His warm belly made holding back his piss feel comfy and good.
"Uuung...! Thick cock-juice. Thank you for the gooey, sticky baby batter, Master...♥"
Antiope shivered, giggling.
She clearly loved the reward of conquering former queen Nilvar.
'How many times now?'
Several hours since fucking in this deserted area.
He'd lost count of the ejaculations.
"You're insane. Cumming that much and still more semen?"
Aktaion across from them frowned.
Her cheeks flushed as she scratched her pussy—utterly ridiculous.
"Even I'm amazed."
A light pat on Antiope's ass drew a cute squeal that tickled his ears.
Another orgasm from a mere tap.
"Good. That's enough for now."
He kissed Antiope's cheek, then laid the dazed bitch down in the cargo hold.
Time to pull out the cock buried deep in her guts.
"Hnggg...!"
Pulling free made a pop like uncorking champagne.
Crisp and slick—made him chuckle.
'Oh.'
Semen gushed from Antiope's pussy as she lay there.
Her bloated belly from the full womb shrank a bit.
A pussy spewing his seed.
Drenched ass.
All pure eroticism, drawing his eyes.
"Excuse me a sec."
Quiet Aktaion crawled over slowly and knelt before him.
What was she—
"Ngh...!"
While he tilted his head, Aktaion took his glans in her mouth.
Sucking like candy, licking wildly with her tongue.
Tongue-tip prodding his urethra.
Soft, slippery tongue teasing the head spurred his urge to cum.
'Driving me crazy.'
And after the glans, she licked the shaft clean.
Grateful for the cock-cleaning, but he was on the verge again.
"Slow down. Gonna cum again."
"Then cum. I'll swallow every drop."
Aktaion looked up slyly while licking, smirking.
Her teasing words boiled his balls.
"Haa... Cock clean now."
Smack. She scraped off the filth clean, then kissed the glans tip.
A kiss full of affection and submission—satisfying.
"Good girl."
He stroked Aktaion's head in praise.
Like petting a dog.
"No big deal."
Aktaion blushed and crawled back, wiggling her ass.
Sight made blood rush to his cock again.
'Pound her right now?'
Empty road.
Conservatively, four hours of fuck-time.
Leave mind-broken Antiope be.
Fuck Aktaion, time flies.
Then during break, rail hardworking Ekyon.
Perfect plan.
"Your Highness. Something up ahead. Atmosphere feels off."
Just as he was about to voice the perfect plan.
Ekyon, driving the cart, glanced forward and spoke.
Life never goes according to plan, a saying flashed in his mind.
Regrettable, but unavoidable.
"Aktaion. Look after Antiope."
Ordering Aktaion, he turned eyes forward.
Still too far for sounds, but people were gathered.
Strange, chaotic vibe.
'Real trouble, huh.'
Normally, detour around.
Avoid risks.
But as Crown Prince, he couldn't.
Defied the pilgrimage's purpose of experiencing common lives.
So, face it head-on.
"Approach cautiously. Everyone's tired, but stay alert—who knows about ambushes."
"Yes, understood."
The three women answered in unison.
Even dazed Antiope's eyes sparkled like nothing happened.