Chapter 217
Chapter 217
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 214
Chapter Title: Punishment - 1
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“The Emperor’s Majesty?”
“Yes. You must hurry.”
I nodded, knowing full well that even if I didn’t know when, Caycilia would summon me sooner or later.
“Got it. I’ll prepare right—”
“No need for preparations.”
The maid stopped me as I was about to change into my Ebony Holy Night Knights commander uniform.
“His Majesty commanded that the Knight Commander be brought immediately, even if stark naked. So please hurry as you are.”
With that said, I had no choice. I meekly followed the maid. Just before leaving the room, I gave a small wave to the knights and Aurora, signaling I’d be back.
The maid walked down the corridor with her hands demurely clasped in front of her lower abdomen—a very familiar posture. A quiet silence stretched on as we walked. Neither of us had any particular reason to speak first.
How long had we walked in that mute silence when the maid suddenly stopped. It wasn’t the path through the central hall, but there stood the Pope sisters blocking the corridor.
As if they’d expected this, Floretta and Luna stood firmly in the hallway, flashing me bright smiles.
Then, they instantly teleported right in front of me. Only golden and silver afterimages betrayed their movements.
The maid who’d been guiding me turned back with a thoroughly flustered expression, but at Floretta’s gesture, she was enveloped in a golden glow and floated up into the air.
The maid flailed her arms and legs midair to no avail. Another gesture, and she drifted around the corner of the corridor in that suspended pose, vanishing from sight.
With the obstacle swiftly removed, Floretta and Luna hugged me tightly from front and back.
The Popes’ breaths filled the air around me. Warmth seeped through our touching skin. Four arms wrapped around me firmly. There was no escape in sight.
“Where have you been all this time?”
“We’ve missed you so much.”
Had they forgotten this was the imperial palace? They openly rubbed their breasts against me. The plush sensation pressing from front and back grew even stronger.
Floretta buried her face in my chest, then tilted her head up slightly to gaze at me, while Luna rested her chin on my shoulder, puffing gentle breaths into my ear.
“Honored Guest, we beseech you—will you not come to the Holy Kingdom? God has chosen you, making you one with Raphaela Holy Kingdom itself.”
“We shall serve you with all our fervor, body and soul. Please, do not abandon us.”
“Why’s the conversation going there? As if I’d abandon you two. That’ll never happen, so relax.”
“If one touched directly by God does not desire us, how is that different from being cast aside by you, Honored Guest?”
“In our Holy Kingdom, you can have everything you desire—wealth, power, honor, and... the utmost pleasures as well. Please reconsider.”
‘What’s in it for them?’
While I was dumbfounded by Luna’s words, their physical contact grew bolder.
Floretta guided my hands between her thighs and breasts, while Luna rubbed her chest against my back and began nibbling and sucking my earlobe with wet smacks.
As Luna slurped at my earlobe, she suddenly thrust her tongue inside. The hot, soft, wet flesh burrowed into my ear amid aroused moans, making my body shudder.
But it wasn’t over. A hand slyly slipped inside my uniform. Luna’s hand. My body jerked at the feel of her fingers on bare skin.
Luna’s leg coiled around my right calf. Floretta’s leg hooked behind my left knee. They had no intention of letting go.
Floretta wedged my right hand between her breasts, then pressed her arms against the sides to envelop it like a paizuri. My wrist sank deep into her cleavage, vanishing beneath the mound of flesh.
Warm heat and soft pressure enveloped it. My forearm was fully buried in the cleavage, with only my palm peeking out above.
Still not over. Floretta smiled coyly and bit down on my protruding index and middle fingers. Then she licked them meticulously.
As if licking something else entirely.
My left hand, pulled between her legs, was coaxed to lift the fabric beneath her holy robes—the one opaque cloth near the solar plexus that covered her mound.
As I lifted the cloth, my left hand delved into the sheer interior, kneading her thigh. More precisely, it was made to knead. The grip was so strong I couldn’t pull my arm free.
The left hand kneading her thigh as it lifted the robes drew closer to her slit. It was already slick with moisture. I tried to ignore the sensation on my fingers, but failed.
“Our humble offering, meager though it is, Honored Guest...”
“You deserve it fully, so please, enjoy it without restraint...”
Luna whispered in my ear, Floretta near my lips. Their bodies pressed even closer.
My left hand finally touched something soft, sticky, and slick. Just brushing it made it twitch as if sucking in my finger. The tip was drenched.
The pulling force didn’t stop there. Soon, my index finger pried into the slit, deeper in—
“What vulgar nonsense is this in the imperial palace, Popes?”
The irritable voice from down the corridor weakened their grip on my hand. Seizing the chance, I quickly withdrew my fingers from between her legs.
“Have you resolved to defy me?”
Lips parted from my fingers. Floretta’s head turned sideways. Luna released my earlobe.
“Answer me. Now.”
The voice belonged to Caycilia.
For some reason, she was dressed head to toe in a suit, walking toward us. She looked extremely displeased.
‘Isn’t that battle attire?’
Surely not worn to fight the Popes.
“Emperor.”
Floretta and Luna slightly bowed their heads in greeting. Caycilia barely acknowledged it, then scanned the three of us—locked in nearly identical postures—from head to toe.
Her golden pupils passed over my right hand wedged between breasts, my left between thighs, and our tightly entwined legs in sequence.
“Utterly vulgar behavior. Since when has my imperial palace become a place for the lowest whores to peddle their trade?”
Having grasped the situation, Caycilia mocked openly. Though the mockery was sharp, the Popes remained unfazed.
“What is vulgar about it, Emperor of the Empire?”
Luna retorted calmly.
“Are you daft in the head that you can’t grasp such a simple term? I mean what you Popes just did.”
“Precisely what action? As Your Majesty said, we’ve already lost our purity and are wanton women—pray, explain in detail which of our actions was vulgar.”
“......”
Caycilia fell silent, at a loss for words. Luna apparently wouldn’t back down in a verbal spar if she committed to it.
If she said something here and got a counter like ‘And why is that vulgar?’, Caycilia would just look like a pervert.
Besides, with her personality, she couldn’t easily voice such things.
“You’ve used your wits well, Pope of the Moon.”
“You flatter us.”
Luna remained composed.
“Enough. I have no intention of trading barbs here. I need to take him, so release him now.”
“What do you intend with the Honored Guest?”
Now Floretta stepped forward.
“You dare question my words?”
Floretta didn’t yield an inch to Caycilia’s menacing threat. Instead, she defiantly kissed the tip of my finger. The smack echoed through the entire corridor.
Caycilia’s eyebrow twitched visibly, provoked.
The tense standoff lasted until Caycilia, unable to endure, began clenching and unclenching her right hand irritably.
“Very well, Emperor of the Empire. We shall withdraw here.”
Having teased Caycilia plenty, and seeing no gain in pushing further, Floretta and Luna obediently released their arms.
As they stepped back, they turned once more for a suggestive whisper. Floretta on the right, Luna on the left.
“We await you, Honored Guest. If you desire what comes next, come find us.”
“Anytime, anywhere. We wait only for the day you desire us.”
Leaving light kisses on my cheeks, the Popes vanished in golden and silver holy power. Likely back to the central hall as before.
“......”
Caycilia glared at the spot where Floretta and Luna had disappeared, her mood utterly foul.
“Ebony Holy Night Knights Commander.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Follow me.”
Fortunately, nothing more happened. Caycilia spun on her heel and strode down the corridor; I followed.
Beyond her long suit coat reaching her ankles, her hips swayed lewdly in rhythm with her steps. At least it was less provocative than other outfits.
How far we walked, we arrived at the bedroom. Caycilia pulled me inside without hesitation. The door clicked shut behind us.
The vast bedroom held only the two of us.
Caycilia approached me immediately after the door closed.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“......Pardon?”
“I asked how it felt surrounded by those vulgar bodies. Did you enjoy it? Were you aroused?”
“That is...”
Of course it felt good. Any man with normal desires and values couldn’t not enjoy it.
It was just that it happened on the way to Caycilia’s summons, right in the middle of the corridor.
As I hesitated without answering, Caycilia scoffed.
“No need to answer my question. I already know. And you weren’t the only one enjoying it. Didn’t you see their faces? Not women’s faces—bitches in heat.”
“......”
“So come here. Ebony Holy Night Knights Commander.”
I obediently closed the distance.
With now-natural ease, I slipped my hand inside her coat, wrapping around her waist. Caycilia clung to me just as naturally.
“I will punish you.”
“What punishment, Your Majesty?”
“Do you truly not know?”
Her slender fingers—seemingly unfit to wield a sword—traced my lips. I slowly shook my head.
“No. I know.”
“Then act accordingly. What are you hesitating for?”