Chapter 58
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Preserving the Imperial Seed
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Faint dawn light was just beginning to rise.
Amphion opened the eyes she had closed.
Two hours since she sat at the table without lying on the bed and caught a brief nap.
It was far too short to shake off her fatigue.
Yet Amphion's gaze was sharp and clear.
"No manners at all. I told you to send word when the sun rises or when everyone is up and about."
Amphion sighed and crossed her arms.
It was eerie, the way she spoke as if someone were right there beside her.
"Parent and child should keep things a little loose, shouldn't they? Draw the line too strictly, and it feels like dealing with strangers, right?"
The space beside the bed rippled open, and someone stepped through from beyond.
It was Manes, the Emperor's younger sister.
"You just get more sly with age. So immature."
"A little immaturity among royals isn't so bad."
"...Can't argue with that. Rigid consistency breeds poor adaptability and makes collapse all too easy. Sit."
Amphion nodded and gestured to the seat across from her.
She couldn't very well keep her daughter standing indefinitely.
"Sure."
Manes took the seat opposite Amphion without delay.
As always, her expression was utterly neutral, devoid of any warmth or delight.
"Here to take the girls?"
"Yeah. You said things were wrapped up, so it's time. Unless... you want to lend them out until the cleanup's done?"
"No need. But since you're here, how about conceiving before you go?"
At the word "conceiving," Manes's eyes went wide.
"Both of us?"
"Yes. I don't understand why you're bothering with contraception. Better to have as many as you can when you can. The children would be thrilled, too."
"True enough. They're Ion blood, after all."
Manes nodded readily.
It was an indisputable fact.
"Still, not right now."
"Why not?"
"Because our big sister wants to be the first to get pregnant. She already lost her first time to him—how do you think she'd feel losing her first child, too?"
For a reason like that?
Amphion scowled deeply before letting out a long sigh.
"Hoo... She wasn't like that before. Has raising that child changed her?"
"He's special, that man. And that boy is even more so. You get what I mean?"
Different.
Images of Niu's voice and expression flashed through Amphion's mind.
"I think I do. His vibe was certainly unlike any ordinary royal."
"Exactly. That's probably why she opened her heart to him."
"So you're saying she's even more obsessed because of it?"
"Yeah. We've had royals in our lineage who married men and bore children, right? It's like that."
The Ion royals typically perpetuated their line through incest, but there were rare exceptions.
These were documented facts in the history books.
Of course, Amphion knew the history well—and understood it.
"That boy could spark such an exception?"
"Heck, look at me. Ever since we mated, I can't stop thinking about his cock. My ovaries are itching—I want to get pregnant right now."
Manes rubbed near her belly with both hands and grinned.
It was precisely where her ovaries were located.
"Heh..."
Amphion blinked in astonishment.
Her sly yet perpetually cool daughter looked every bit the bitch in heat.
The Ion males were special, but Niu was exceptionally so.
It was as if she embodied the proof of that claim.
"You're not joking. You really did it with him."
"Of course. Anyway, seems she plans to hold off on making babies until she gets pregnant first."
Contraception until Orpheus conceived first.
The conclusion was sound, but the reasoning was fundamentally flawed.
There was only one reason Niu put contraception on the bitches he'd fucked.
The timing simply wasn't right.
'In that case... no chance for now.'
Her daughter thought that way, and her grandchild respected her wishes.
There was no room to intervene at present.
Besides, she'd already confirmed Niu's vigorous libido and fondness for bitches.
No need to force her way in.
"Still, to prepare for any uncertainties, it might be wise to store some seed just in case..."
And yet, worry compelled her to mutter to herself.
As the eldest royal, her concerns for the future outweighed others'.
"I'll talk to Mother about it today. Extracting seed? She'll make it easy for you."
"Hm... Maybe."
"Yeah. Anyway, call the kids in. We're heading out now."
"Very well. Wait a moment."
Amphion summoned the servant girl waiting outside to fetch Castor and Pollux.
In this special circumstance, she disregarded the hour and their fatigue.
"You called?"
"How dare you wake us like this when we were sleeping so soundly? I'm exhausted."
Soon, Manes's daughters entered the lord's chamber.
They were groggy and a touch irritated from being roused, but their eyes were clear.
"Yeah, came to pick you up. Catch up on sleep at home."
Manes glanced back with a grin.
No hint of apology for dragging them awake at dawn.
"Always so impatient."
Pollux shook her head and approached Manes.
Castor did the same.
"Grandmother, we should get going."
"Thank you for your gracious hospitality."
Both bowed politely to Amphion.
Impeccable manners, brimming with genuine respect.
"Yes. You all suffered much on account of this inept old woman's failings. You've quelled the chaos across the lands, so I'll send rewards later. Go rest."
Amphion replied with a smile.
Her tone was stiff and dry, yet laced with affection.
"Just one question before you leave. Do you plan to mate with the boy and bear children? Not you, Manes."
Amphion's parting query hooked the three women in place.
So crude and direct—it demanded attention.
"Mate? Sure, but not now."
Pollux answered on their behalf before departing.
"Any reason?"
"Neither she nor I want to get pregnant right off our first time. But if we taste his cock first, the wait will be agonizing."
Tasting it ahead makes the anticipation torture.
So they hold back.
It made sense on some level, but Amphion found it hard to relate.
"Then I must pray his pilgrimage ends swiftly."
"Yes, Grandmother. See you then."
Pollux bowed with a smile, then stepped into the open space.
Castor and Manes had already gone ahead.
'See you then?'
Amphion tilted her head, then closed her eyes.
She dismissed it as mere courtesy.
Whoosh.
As the rift sealed, the northern chill gusting through the room ceased.
"Crown Prince, Your Highness. The former Emperor summons you."
Right after a thorough fuck session, a refreshing wash, and stepping out.
Grandma Amphion had sent for him.
"Got it. Give me a minute."
He changed into fresh clothes and headed out.
The bitches passed out sprawled on the bed would wake on their own.
'What a shame.'
Those plump, exposed asses. Semen leaking from their pussies.
The tits squished flat against the mattress.
"Pardon the intrusion. I've escorted the Crown Prince, Your Highness."
"Send him in."
The servant girl leading the way knocked on the lord's chamber door.
A young, lovely woman's voice leaked from within the black door.
She looked like a ripe young woman, yet she was his grandma.
Still mind-blowing to think about.
"Yes."
The servant girl promptly opened the black door and stepped aside.
A clear invitation to enter.
"Thanks for the trouble."
He patted the servant girl's shoulder and went inside.
Morning light streamed in, giving the room a different feel from last night.
"Sorry to call so early. Sit."
As the door closed, their eyes met—Amphion on the sofa.
Sit if told to sit.
"Yes, Grandmother."
He sat right beside Amphion.
With the rectangular table in the center, Amphion took the head seat.
He was to her right.
"Sleep well?"
He opened with light, neutral small talk.
Never thought he'd run through every formal greeting in the book.
"Yes, decently. And you?"
"Thanks to your hospitality, I rested comfortably."
"Good to hear."
Amphion nodded and sighed.
No clue why, but the mood was shifting to the main topic.
"Got something to say? If so, feel free."
"Then I'll speak freely. You have the right to enjoy your freedom, but you know your responsibilities are immense, yes?"
"Yes, Grandmother."
No room for argument—he nodded obediently.
The Crown Prince position came with heavy duties.
Plenty to do just to maintain peaceful days.
"Glad you understand. Then you'll accept this old woman's thoughts as well."
Amphion suddenly stood and headed to the corner shelf.
One, two.
Wondering what she was up to, she returned with six wine bottles cradled in her arms.
"As you see, all empty."
Amphion lined up the empty bottles and spoke.
What, some kind of task?
"Yes, they look empty to me... Do I need to fill them with something?"
"No, I'll handle it. You just stay put."
"Stay put?"
He unwittingly tilted his head.
No idea what she was planning.
"Yes. They say your virility rivals our ancestors'. True?"
A chill wind slithered up his spine.
The moment virility came up, he knew exactly what was coming.
Virility. Empty bottles.
No one without a clue could miss it.
"It is, but... you're not telling me to fill these with semen, are you?"
"Why not? I heard your stamina is near limitless. This should be no trouble."
"Uh... well, maybe not, but..."
Fear made him shrink back involuntarily.
Considering the loads he'd blown, it might be doable—but terrifying.
'This is cum hell...?'
A hentai comic he'd seen flashed in his mind.
A numb woman mechanically milking a man...
And now he was the star.
"Since you're not making babies, we must preserve seed for the future. Understand?"
Amphion's eyes flashed as she pressed.
The pressure bore down from all sides, choking him.
And her justification was airtight.
It was valuable seed, after all.
"Yes. I'll provide it."
In the end, he nodded helplessly.
His fault for skipping baby-making under the guise of travel.
Not that he thought it wrong even now...
But an elder's pressure left no escape.
"Provide it? Didn't I say I'd do it for you? Stay right here."
Amphion tilted her head, then sat beside him.
This wasn't a joke?
"No one enters until I call. No contacts either. We're doing important work now—delegate routine duties to the steward."
Amphion raised her voice toward the door, then stroked his thigh.
Soft, yet chilling.
"You won't leave until these six bottles are full to the brim. Got it?"
Amphion nailed it down once more.
He was utterly trapped for a milking session, but he accepted it.
When a senior royal speaks, you obey.
"Yes, Grandmother."
"Good thinking. First time handling a man's tool, but I've seen plenty. Practiced, too—no worries."
The virgin grandma smiled and thrust her heavy, full tits forward.
The weighty flesh reignited his cooled arousal.
—Father. Give me your mother.
Suddenly, a comic where a young grandma got knocked up came to mind.
Total degeneracy, but damn if it wasn't hot.
"I'll remove your pants."
Amphion's hand gripped his waistband firmly.