Asteria Academy
Academy life never had a dull moment, thanks to Serena—a high-performance toy if there ever was one.
Especially after I’d made her swallow and take my cum every single day. She’d fallen properly under the grip of Sperm Addiction.
“Slurp, churp… schluuurp… haah, haah…♡”
The sight of Serena burying her face between my legs, desperately working her tongue for even one more drop of semen, was a spectacle.
“You’ve gotten pretty expert-level at using that mouth-pussy. Ian would faint if he saw this.”
“Shut up. You’re the one who turned my body into this… mmmph…♡”
That snippy tone of hers was still intact, but the hostility had clearly dialed down from the beginning.
“Break time’s over. Hands on the wall and spread that asshole.”
“…Can’t I just drink it? Do I really have to… take it there?”
“Not listening again? If you don’t like it, maybe I’ll send Ian yesterday’s video.”
“Fine, fine! I’ll do it, okay…!”
Serena sighed and, with practiced ease, planted her hands on the wall and shoved her ass back toward me. She spread her own cheeks wide with both hands, blatantly putting her twitching pink hole on full display.
“Want me to size up the anal beads?”
“No way.”
“Why not? You’re starting to enjoy getting fucked there. Last time you were bawling and begging me to ram it in harder.”
“W-who enjoyed anything… Just shut up and hurry up and cum already!”
For all her surface-level resistance, she carefully pulled the anal beads out herself.
Her asshole was already greedily clenching, more than ready to welcome my cock.
I slammed my dick straight into her empty hole in one stroke.
Schluuurk—!
“Haah, haaang♡”
“I’m gonna cum right away?”
“Hngh, ugh…! H-hurry… cum… haaang!”
Brrrrt! Brrt! Brruuuuk—!
All the cum I’d been holding back poured into the deepest part of Serena’s ass like a waterfall.
“Haeeung.”
Her pink eyes drifted into empty space as if they’d just witnessed the peak of pleasure. Once I’d packed every last drop into her insides, her body finally went limp with satisfaction.
“Truly an excellent toilet.”
Without pulling out, I slowly stroked my palm over her lower belly.
“Serena. Want to just become my meat toilet full-time?”
“Haah… haah… fuck off♡”
Her mouth spat curses through gritted teeth, but her hole clamped down hard, unwilling to let my cock go.
“If you don’t want to, fine. Clean yourself up and get out on your own.”
I yanked my cock free, wiped it roughly on her panties, and opened the stall door.
Luckily the restroom was empty. I leisurely fixed my clothes, stood in front of the mirror, and ran a hand through my hair. The moment I stepped out the door, though, I ran into someone unexpected.
“My. And what might you be doing in a place like this?”
A woman with long black hair cascading neatly down her back. The ramrod-straight bearing unique to a noble daughter, and coldly gleaming purple eyes.
Isabella Leonar.
Like Chloe, she was from the Kingdom of Talestan, and the sole daughter of Duke Leonar’s house.
Behind her stood a screen of noble heirs trailing in her wake. One of them barked sharply.
“You! Lady Isabella is speaking—what do you think you’re doing just standing there? Show some respect at once!”
“Ah, sorry. Her beauty was so dazzling I lost myself for a second.”
“Hmph. Even a fallen noble has eyes, it seems.”
Isabella covered her mouth with her fan and laughed elegantly, but her eyes were full of icy contempt.
This one’s a little scary to mess with.
She was the only daughter of Duke Leonar. Cross her the wrong way and you could vanish without a trace. Among the followers lined up behind her like a human folding screen, bodyguards assigned by the ducal house would be holding their breath, ready.
“More importantly, what brings Lady Leonar all the way out to a place this remote?”
“I have a request for you.”
Isabella snapped her fan shut with a crisp sound and stepped in front of me.
“I can’t even begin to imagine what request Lady Leonar could possibly have for someone as insignificant as me.”
“Heh. Nothing major. I’d simply like you to trample that arrogant bitch Chloe a little.”
“You mean Chloe van Aster?”
I asked back with a carefully feigned look of surprise. Isabella’s smile turned sly as she took another step closer.
“That’s right. If you break her pride during next week’s practical sparring evaluation, House Leonar might just become your patron. For a fallen noble, that’s not an offer you can easily refuse, is it?”
“The patronage of a ducal house… Certainly a sweet proposal.”
Ducal patronage. Just hearing it made my mouth water. But given this woman’s personality, I knew full well the “patronage” was empty words.
And crushing Chloe is something I was going to do anyway.
This wasn’t simply carrying out Isabella’s request. Taking Chloe down a peg was already part of my plan. If I could do it and gain a connection to Isabella as a bonus, there was no reason to refuse.
“May I ask just one thing, my lady?”
“Speak.”
“It would be far faster if you handled it yourself. I’m curious why you’d bother asking someone like me.”
Isabella unfurled her fan fully and smiled faintly. The moment the fan opened, her purple eyes flashed sharply.
“If I move personally, it doesn’t look good. Chloe’s family is a reasonably prestigious house even within the Kingdom of Talestan. If word spreads that I laid a hand on her myself, it wouldn’t reflect well in various ways, would it?”
She opened the fan again and covered her mouth.
“But you and Chloe don’t get along anyway. Wouldn’t it look more natural? As if you simply beat her senseless out of personal grudge during the sparring evaluation.”
“So you intend to use me as a hunting dog.”
“‘Hunting dog’ is a bit crude, but… well, that’s roughly correct.”
I fell silent for a moment. I let the pause drag just long enough to look like I was carefully considering it, then slowly opened my mouth.
“I have one condition.”
“A condition?”
Isabella’s brow lifted slightly.
“Crushing Chloe in the sparring evaluation is no trouble. But ‘ducal patronage’ is far too vague a promise.”
Isabella looked me up and down. Her gaze carried clear displeasure at the audacity of a fallen noble daring to bargain with her.
“What exactly do you want?”
“It’s not something suitable for other ears.”
I flicked a glance toward the followers lined up behind her like a screen.
“Then shall the two of us take a short walk?”
At that, the maid standing behind her quickly stepped forward.
“My lady, it would be improper for you to be alone with someone of such dishonorable origin.”
“It’s fine, Emily.”
Isabella lightly raised a hand to stop the maid.
“But, my lady—”
“Emily.”
Under those coldly lowered purple eyes, the maid could say nothing more and bowed her head.
Isabella left her followers in place and naturally matched her stride to mine.
I glanced back casually. The hanger-ons were trailing us at a fixed distance past the restroom.
Serena must have slipped out fine.
We turned onto a quiet garden path in the academy grounds. After confirming no one was nearby, Isabella folded her fan and tapped it lightly against her palm.
“All right. Speak. What is this story you can’t tell in front of others?”
“The weakness of House Aster.”
At my answer, her face went cold.
“Can you take responsibility for those words? If you fail to interest me, it won’t end with simply tearing out your tongue.”
“Would I dare joke with my life on the line in front of the precious jewel of a ducal house?”
“Then recite this so-called weakness. If you move my heart, I’ll promise you more than mere patronage.”
In the original story, Chloe’s family falls. The reason wasn’t particularly grand.
The current head of Viscount Aster’s house had been deceived by a dwarf who came to his territory. He’d poured massive funds into searching for a gold mine on his lands. But the vein had long since dried up—it was a complete fake.
In the end the family’s finances hit rock bottom. Buried under debt, they were on the verge of losing even the right to administer their territory.
Chloe still knew nothing of it and was training hard at the academy, but in reality her house was a sandcastle that could receive a bankruptcy declaration as early as tomorrow and no one would blink.
Eventually Chloe would learn the truth, and to clear the debt she would be sold off into a political marriage with some old, wealthy pervert of a noble.
Well, that was also a trap set by that old bastard in collusion with Black Dawn, aiming to swallow the entire viscountcy whole.
The dwarf who deceived the viscount was a member of Black Dawn.
Vargas, the Black Dawn executive known as the Apostle of Greed. The count took the fake gold-mine bait that bastard dangled and bit down hard.
I fed Isabella a lightly edited version of this information. Her eyes cooled and sank deep into thought.
The fall of House Aster was a major affair that could shake the balance of power.
“If that’s true… there will be quite an uproar.”
“Indeed. But my lady, the value of this information doesn’t stop at simply bringing someone down. Used properly, it could become an opportunity to legally acquire that territory.”
Isabella covered her mouth with her fan and stared straight at me. It was a sharp gaze trying to read my intentions.
“Where is the proof that this information is real?”
“Contact your main house and look into how funds from the Golden Scale Trading Company have been flowing into Aster territory over the past few years. Once you confirm that, the answer should roughly become clear.”
The Golden Scale Trading Company.
The firm Vargas had set up to reel in the viscount. On the surface it was an ordinary company run by a dwarf, but in reality it served as a funding pipeline for Black Dawn.
“Interesting. How would a fallen noble like you know something like this?”
“Trade secret.”
“Very well. I’ll look into it, so wait a moment.”
She stepped back slightly and took a small communication orb from her robes.
Isabella cast a silence spell around herself, exchanged a few words with someone at her main house, then put the orb away.
When she returned, her expression had stiffened subtly.
“…The Golden Scale Trading Company actually exists. And I’ve received a report that the fund flows inside Aster territory have been abnormal recently.”
“As I said.”
“I can’t confirm the details right this moment, but circumstantially your words appear correct.”
Isabella looked at me with eyes different from before.
“You’re a far more dangerous man than I thought.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“What do you want from me in exchange for this remarkable information?”
“Chloe van Aster. And the patronage of the ducal house.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. I’m a man without greed.”
“And what do you intend to do with Chloe?”
“Well, the desires a man harbors toward a beautiful woman are all more or less the same, aren’t they? Obtaining one pretty sex slave is enough for me.”
“A vulgar desire that matches your looks. But I like it. I’ve wanted to see that Chloe crawl vulgarly on the ground myself.”
Isabella opened her fan and covered her mouth, but her uncovered eyes curved thinly with pleasure.
“Very well. I accept this proposal. But I have one more condition.”
“Please speak.”
“I want to watch from the side how you handle Chloe. Let me observe the process.”
Spectating, was it. An unexpected request, but it cost me nothing.
“My lady’s tastes are more stimulating than I expected. Excellent. I’ll have to prepare a VIP seat for you.”