Chapter 73
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: 72. The Deceived Duchess
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"Holding it well in your mouth?"
Iris gives a slight nod at my words.
"Can't believe it?"
I grab Iris's face and forcibly pry her mouth open with my hand.
The moment her mouth opens, my semen filling it and Iris's saliva stretch out like melted cheese.
Iris's mouth, once impeccably clean and pure enough to waft a night-bloom flower's scent with just a slight parting, now reeked terribly.
"......"
Even with just the two of us around, opening her mouth—brimming with semen—in the middle of the street makes Iris's face flush red with shame.
"You were holding it well."
I stroke her face tenderly, flashing a deeply satisfied smile, then turn back toward the academy where Philia waits.
What would happen if others saw me caressing the face of the empire's revered duchess and her trailing obediently behind me?
Iris, following at my heels, seems anxious about just that. She forces her usual blank expression...
But she looks ready to burst at the slightest touch...
Walking alongside Iris, who seems primed to explode if prodded, we soon reach the academy.
Students heading back to their dorms start coming into view.
"Huh...? Isn't that Duchess Venezia...?"
"Whoa... it really is...? Why's she here? To see the Sword Saint...?"
The academy students whisper and murmur while stealing glances at Iris.
Among the buzzing crowd fixated on her, a few bold nobleborn kids approach Iris directly.
"Greetings, Duchess Venezia. I'm the second son of the Lawrence viscountcy..."
"I'm a viscount..."
Dozens of students introduce their families to Iris, shower her with praise, then prattle on endlessly about themselves.
Am I totally invisible or something...?
I walked right up with her, but not a single person bats an eye at me.
They must see me as just some random passerby...
Well, dodging that mob is convenient enough.
The noble students swarm Iris like she's a celebrity sighting.
Iris, ever the picture of kindness to nobles, offers faint smiles and indulges them... but she seems increasingly cornered, flicking anxious glances my way for rescue.
If she could speak, one word to clear out would do it. But with her mouth sealed shut, she just smiles back, drawing them in even closer without retreat.
Hell, if a celebrity sidled up, chatted, and smiled without a hint of rejection, even I'd cling on.
"Sniff... but what's that smell...?"
"...!"
A girl student draws close to Iris and blurts out about the odor. Iris's eyes go wide in utter shock.
One mention sparks the rest—they all start sniffing delicately.
"Yeah... kinda familiar, though...?"
Of course it is. That's the night-bloom scent.
A boy's remark seals it. Iris's smile crumbles into fidgety distress, her face darkening. The nobles notice and mirror her unease.
"D-Duchess, have we offended you...?"
Iris offers no reply to the question, just forces her features smooth and pastes on a strained smile.
They've got enough sense to apologize profusely, then scatter quietly back to their dorms.
The swarm around Iris vanishes entirely. At the academy gates, only she and I remain.
"......"
Iris scowls fiercely, shooting me a resentful glare.
In the old days, it'd brim with killing intent. Now? No malice—just a petulant pout, like a sulking child.
No real spite toward me there. But a pledged obedient slave shouldn't make eyes like that...
I close in on Iris and seize her breast in a firm grip.
"...Mmph...!"
Startled by the sudden grope, she nearly spits out the semen, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.
She blocks fast with her lips, but a dribble escapes—she wipes it away in a hurry.
"A slave doesn't glare at her master like that, Iris."
I scold her, then knead the soft mound gently.
"Don't clutch it like that. Hands behind your back."
"......"
Flustered, she complies, clasping her hands behind her. Her breasts jut out even more prominently.
I ache to strip her bare and suck them in this pose... but I'll rein it in here.
I'm a man who knows where to draw the line...
Iris must be touched by my restraint—her face is beet red for sure.
What master gropes his slave's tits as a reward for frowning at him?
-Slap!
Absorbed in fondling her—clothes be damned, the swells bulge lewdly—I smack one sideways like swatting a balloon.
"Mmph...!"
"Next time I catch that look... I'll rip open your slutty tits right in front of the students."
I jab her breast with my fingers like poking a balloon.
Forced smile cracking, Iris nods slowly.
Truth is, her tits are for my eyes only—no way I'd share the view.
I lead Iris right up to the classroom door.
Didn't spot Ruane or Philia heading out en route, so they should still be inside.
"Alright, let's head in, Iris...? Or should I say, Duchess Venezia?"
I grin and shove open the door. A handful of students linger besides Philia and Ruane.
"Darling...?"
Ruane lights up at the sight of me and bounds over beaming. Philia trails after, smiling as she approaches.
The surrounding nobles have a rough idea of our... intimate ties by now, so they barely react.
Ruane crashes into my arms, nuzzling my chest—then senses the presence beside me. She peeks sideways...
"Du-Duchess Venezia...?"
She blurts it out loud in shock. Philia, mid-stride toward me, freezes on the spot.
Philia meets my gaze, mouthing what's going on? I flash her a cheeky grin in reply.
"Ruane, we're sorting out the Philia-Iris mess today. Head back to the dorm quietly."
She clocks it—the issue we planned to resolve with Philia—nods, plants a light kiss on my lips, greets Iris, and slips away.
"Philia, come on out."
I beckon the dawdling Philia. She finally emerges and stands before me.
"......"
"......"
Out in the hall, Philia's eyes lock with Iris's. They stare wordlessly, unblinking.
"Looks like we've got a long talk ahead... You two, follow me."
I sling an arm around Philia's waist to lead her off. She startles, flicking wide-eyed glances between me and Iris.
She's thrown because I barked orders at Iris like that.
As we walk, Iris trails silently in our wake. Philia glances back at her, then whispers urgently in my ear, demanding an explanation.
"You'll figure it out once we're in the dorm."
I shoot Philia a lecherous smirk.
"Alright... time to chat."
I flop onto the bed. Awkward Philia and stone-faced Iris stand before me.
"So, here's the deal..."
I lay it all out slow and thorough: my fling with Iris, the bet to free Philia from that duel curse—how Iris couldn't win, so she surrendered as my slave. Even relayed every detail Leila spilled about Iris.
Philia's eyes widen with each revelation. She turns a faintly pitying gaze on her mother.
"Mother..."
The look weighs heavy—Iris clings to her blank mask, dodging her daughter's eyes.
Philia must be reeling. Every "abuse" she endured? All for me. Iris even sold herself into slavery without hesitation to save her.
The terrifying Iris Venezia of her nightmares overlaps with a mother who lived for her alone. Head must be throbbing.
"So Mother really... became your slave...?"
Philia asks, voice laced with disbelief. I rise and approach Iris.
She shoots me a don't you dare look—but a slave can't refuse her master's touch. She yields.
"Eek...!"
Even with her daughter watching, she can't resist as I fondle her breast.
"See? Kneading her tits like dough, zero fightback..."
I pry open her tightly pursed lips.
"...Ah...!"
Her mouth gapes, thick semen coating the inside in filth.
"Th-that's...!"
Philia knows exactly what it is. Iris squeezes her eyes shut.
She swore loyalty as my slave, but baring this before her daughter crushes her.
"Holding my cum in her mouth like that... Believe it now, Philia? Iris is my slave."
"......"
I spell out "cum"—Philia stares at Iris, face impassive.
I seal Iris's mouth, then take Philia's hand.
"That's why I dragged her to the dorm—to lift <your> duel penalty."
I gaze into Philia's eyes as I continue.
"Gotta honor my deal with Iris... Got it, Philia?"
With that, I grip her hand tighter and channel mana.
Infusing mana...
"I release the duel penalty."
-Swooooosh
The mana floods over Philia, blanketing her body before converging in a blaze of blue flame.
-Roooar!
A cool azure fire erupts, seemingly bursting from her heart before vanishing into thin air.
Nothing like lifting the bet with Iris—no subtle slip of mana. This was a spectacle.
"It's released...?"
I mutter, glancing at Iris. She nods.
"Duel penalty's gone, Philia."
"......"
Philia dips her head, silent. Iris watches her with sorrowful eyes.
She figured her girl suffered all this time—relieved she's free at last. But her own enslavement twists the joy into pain.
That sadness won't last.
"There... Penalty lifted. So as a celebration, come here, Philia."
I spread my arms invitingly toward her.
The instant Iris's face twists in what the hell? confusion, Philia flops right into my embrace.
"......?"
Iris gawks, utterly baffled.
She watched the penalty lift with her own eyes. Her freed daughter heard me call for a hug.
"Don't make that face, Philia... Let's kiss."
Does she feel bad, thinking she tricked her self-sacrificing mother into slavery?
I cup melancholic Philia's chin and claim her lips.
Her gloom melts away, face softening blissfully.
"Chuuup...♡ Mmm... Chuup...♡ Haaah...♡"
Now she's clinging to me, lost in loving kisses.
Iris stares agape, mouth slack in disbelief.
Thick ropes of my cum dribble from her open lips—but she hasn't a moment to care.
In-hyeok kisses the newly freed Philia... Her face mirrors Leila's from that room. Or mine, when he ravaged me...
Philia wears the look of a bitch in heat.