The Audience with Mother
'Arwen's cock is twitching.'
My tongue's movements made his shaft react. The young master's slightly flushed face was adorable.
"Kuh... Raibel, that feels good."
The young master stroked my head. His gentle touch brushing through my hair and ears felt pleasant. My tail wagged on its own in response to his kind reward.
"Huuuuph, ahph."
I wanted to say thank you for petting me, but with my tongue pressed tightly against his cock, proper words wouldn't come out. My jaw ached slightly from being stretched wide around the shaft filling my mouth.
'Are all men's things this big?'
The only man's thing I'd seen was when I bathed my little brother as a child. This was the first time I'd seen an erect cock swollen with lust right in front of my eyes.
The young master's breathing grew rougher as he sat on the bed. I could feel the trembling in the cock stuffed in my mouth growing stronger. My female instincts told me what was coming. Soon, the liquid that had been tickling my nose would pour into my mouth.
Imagining holding the young master's semen in my mouth made the space between my legs grow hot instead. 'Someday...'
I wanted to receive the young master's seed in my own place, not my mouth. Pushing aside the aching itch in my groin, I told the young master to cum as much as he wanted in Raibel's mouth. Of course, what came out was only muffled, garbled sounds.
"Uuuuph, haauph, uuph!"
As if he somehow understood Raibel's words, Arwen spoke in a trembling voice.
"I'm going to cum, Raibel."
The young master gently held my head with both hands. At the same time, spurt, spurt. The sticky fluid from the young master's cock filled my mouth completely. The bitter taste stimulated my tongue and palate, but it didn't feel unpleasant at all. Gulp, gulp. I diligently swallowed the young master's precious baby seed. I didn't want even a single drop to fall onto the cold floor. It was a gift the young master had given to Raibel.
The hot semen slid down my throat and through my esophagus.
"Hwaaaah..."
After drinking the semen, I felt warm inside, like drinking hot milk on a cold winter day. A hot breath escaped on its own. I could feel semen trickling from my mouth. Despite my resolve to leave none behind, a few drops had escaped.
'What a waste...'
Without realizing it, I licked the drops of semen that had stained my clothes with my tongue. It was delicious. Not because it tasted sweet or anything like that. Every time the young master's thick, creamy semen clung to my tongue, my head tingled pleasantly.
'This foolish Raibel can only say it tastes good.'
"Raibel, stop!"
The young master's voice, but it sounded faint, so it probably wasn't anything important.
'Arwen's baby seed... there's still plenty left over there.'
I crawled toward the young master's baby seed that had been spilled on the floor.
* * *
Something was wrong with Raibel after I came in her mouth. With dazed eyes, she was licking the semen that had stained her clothes.
"Raibel, stop!"
But Raibel acted as if she couldn't hear anything and crawled toward the puddle of semen I'd made while masturbating that morning.
'Damn, she's completely lost her senses.'
Like a wolf drinking from a stream, Raibel got on all fours and tried to lap at the puddle. I couldn't just leave her like that. I approached Raibel, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her back and forth.
"Snap out of it, Raibel."
After several attempts to hold onto Raibel as she struggled to escape my grasp, she finally answered in a dazed voice.
"Awooo... Young master?"
"Yeah, I'm right here."
I carefully led the still-dazed Raibel back to the bed and gave her time to collect herself. Soon, as if she'd finally come to her senses, Raibel bowed her head and apologized.
"I-I'm sorry. I must have lost myself for a moment."
I patted her back and said, "It's fine, Raibel."
Raibel let out a howling sound, embarrassed. "Howoo..."
'Hmm... her animal traits are stronger than I thought.'
Raibel's every action resembled the puppy I'd raised. Though the puppy I'd raised had never sucked my cock. Anyway, her drooping ears and tail clearly showed her mood. Whether other beastkin were the same, I didn't know yet.
'Well, I can check that when I meet other beastkin.'
Since I'd successfully completed the second quest, it was about time to leave the room and explore the mansion.
"What time is it now..."
I turned my head to find the clock somewhere in the room.
"Oh no! Young master, it's already ten o'clock. Isn't it time to go see the madam?"
Raibel spoke with a worried expression.
The memory of my first playthrough came to mind. Under the pretext of being acting head, Isabel had ordered me to appear before her at every opportunity.
'She probably wanted to see with her own eyes when the poisoned Arwen would finally kick the bucket.'
As long as Isabel was after my life, this audience was no simple greeting. It was a probing battle where we'd each try to stab the other in the back. The one who showed weakness would lose.
'Of course, what I'd eventually shove into that bitch wouldn't be a knife, but my cock.'
Fortunately, I knew Isabel was the mastermind, but Isabel had no idea that I knew. She couldn't possibly imagine that the core of Arwen was Byeon Tae-sung, an Nth playthrough player and pervert.
'So I need to act well.'
To squeeze every advantage from this situation, I'd need acting skills worthy of a professional actor.
"I should hurry. Mother will be waiting."
"Yes, don't worry. I'll help you."
With Raibel's help, I quickly changed clothes. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I could still smell the scent of night flowers from the fresh clothes.
"Sniff sniff. Raibel, do I smell?"
"Just a moment."
Raibel leaned in close and flared her nostrils. She looked just like a drug-sniffing dog at an airport. After a few sniffs, Raibel made a sullen face.
"Uuuung... I can't really tell. Whether it's coming from you, the room, or my own mouth..."
'After swallowing that much semen, I guess that's to be expected.'
"Forget it. I'll just be careful."
Brushing off my clothes roughly, I walked toward the door.
"Raibel, I'm heading out."
"Yes! Don't worry and go, young master. I'll clean up the room. Woof!"
"Thanks. Ah! And don't lick it up like before."
Raibel answered while licking her lips regretfully. "Hing... Understood."
"Don't be too disappointed. This isn't the end."
At that, Raibel's tail spun like a windmill. Smiling brightly enough to show the semen still in her mouth, Raibel said, "Hehe, I like that. It's a promise, right? Woof woof!"
"Haha, got it."
Just as I was about to leave the room—
"Wait a moment!"
Raibel suddenly grabbed my arm.
"What is it, Raibel?"
"Well... about the poison I mentioned earlier..."
"Ah... that?"
I'd completely forgotten while we were busy with her breasts and the blowjob.
"Sorry, Raibel. I don't have time right now, so I'll tell you tonight."
"Tonight? ...Understood."
"Then I'm off."
"Have a good trip, woof!"
With Raibel seeing me off, I left the room. Standing in the hallway, I saw a corridor decorated with artworks like paintings and sculptures. As expected, seeing it with my own eyes felt very different from watching it on a monitor.
"This isn't a house, it's more like an art museum."
Of course, I didn't have time to admire it.
"Alright, let's go meet Isabel."
According to my memory, Isabel was in the family head's office, so I headed straight there. I strode across the carpet with dragon patterns woven into the hallway floor. There was no hesitation in my steps. Though I'd never been to the mansion in person, the general layout was already in my head.
Currently, I was on the west corridor of the main building's second floor. Isabel's office was on the third floor. Recalling my memories, I reached the end of the corridor where the stairs to the third floor appeared. The railing's bars were bent into the same dragon pattern I'd seen on the carpet.
'As expected of imperial nobility. Even the railing is luxurious.'
Slowly running my palm along the glossy wooden handrail, I began climbing the stairs. With each step, the clicking sound of my shoe soles echoed.
"Huu..."
A sigh escaped me, though I wasn't sure if it was from climbing the stairs or from tension. The latter was probably more likely.
"Don't be scared. You've met Isabel plenty of times already."
Reminding myself of the fact that I was a player, I set foot on the third floor where Isabel was. Doors came into view. Even a first-time player of the game would know which door led to the office. It was the only door guarded by a soldier in armor.
"Good morning, young master!"
As I approached the correct answer, the mustached soldier greeted me in a booming voice. I didn't remember the soldier's name.
"Yeah. Is Mother inside?"
"Lady Isabel is attending to official duties."
'Bullshit, what official duties. She's probably just warming the chair with that plump ass of hers.'
During my playthrough of Elysia Story, I'd never met Isabel anywhere except the office. After becoming acting head, Isabel used the family head's office as if it were her own bedroom. It was an overt declaration that she was the true master of the Reinhardt family, but with her maternal family's influence backing her, no one dared to challenge her. There were no other relatives either. The only person in the Reinhardt family who could stop Isabel's rampage was Arwen.
"Got it. Tell Mother that I've arrived."
"Understood."
The soldier cleared his throat and announced my arrival to the acting head.
"Lady Isabel, Young Master Arwen has arrived."
After a brief wait, Isabel's voice came from inside the room.
"Come in."
'Let's see just how shameless that face of hers can be.'
* * *
The office of the Reinhardt mansion. Portraits of previous family heads lined the walls like a museum. Besides the portraits, there were also eye-catching luxurious decorations like chandeliers and sculptures, but the most striking thing was the sword. The legendary sword symbolizing the Reinhardt family, said to have been gifted by a dragon to the first head—Ignion. The famed sword Ignion was held in the hand of the armor that the previous head, Ethan Reinhardt, had worn. And in front of that armor, sitting boldly at the family head's desk, was the lump of flesh that had been Ethan Reinhardt's second wife—Isabel Reinhardt.
Isabel rested her chin on her hand, her eyes gently closed, and let out a sigh.
"Haa... How tenacious."
The person Isabel called tenacious was clearly Arwen. Despite being fed the poison her brother had prepared for a whole month, Arwen showed no signs of becoming a cripple. Isabel chewed on her lips and tapped her fingers on the desk.
"One more week. I need to settle this before Arwen leaves the mansion."
In one week, Arwen would depart for the Academy. And Arwen entering the Academy meant his debut in imperial noble society.
"That absolutely cannot happen."
Isabel turned her head and glared at the sword her husband had used—Ignion. The current owner of Ignion was Ethan's legitimate son, Arwen. Arwen's biological mother was a lowly immigrant from the northern tribes. Ethan had fallen in love with the former slave despite his family's opposition. And taking the legitimate wife's position from that woman had been easy for Isabel. Through the lobbying power of the Valeri family, which carried imperial blood, the young Ethan had no choice but to part with his beloved and enter a political marriage with Isabel. By the time Isabel and Ethan remarried, Arwen had already been born, but Isabel hadn't been particularly concerned.
'I just need to give birth to a legitimate son.'
Isabel had been confident. Confident she could turn Ethan's heart toward her, confident she could bear a son. But she failed at both. Ethan never forgot the woman he'd loved throughout his life. And until Ethan died in battle against the northern barbarians, no son was born between Ethan and Isabel. Both Sophia and Cordelia were girls, contrary to the expectations of their maternal family, the Valeri clan.
"Damn it..."
Isabel roughly downed the cup of alcohol on her desk. Reddish-purple wine drops fell onto her ample breasts, but Isabel paid them no mind.
"If only a boy had been born..."
If that had happened, there would have been no need to use poison to reduce Arwen to this state. Arwen and Isabel's relationship hadn't been bad from the start. There had even been times when Isabel treated Arwen as if he were her own child. When she'd first arrived at the mansion, the young child who resembled Ethan so closely had completely captured Isabel's heart. But Ethan's continued indifference and her inability to bear a son had driven Isabel to the brink of madness. Now that Ethan was dead, to Isabel, Arwen was nothing more than a political rival standing in the way of her seizing the family.
Isabel's expression twisted as old memories surfaced. Whether it was displeasure toward her rival or guilt toward her stepson, only Isabel herself would know.
Just then, the voice of the office guard, Frank, came from outside.
"Good morning, young master!"