Chapter 569
Chapter 569
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 569
Chapter Title: Savior of the Academy
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A pale-faced man standing on the ferry bowed toward me.
"I am a servant of Lord Harteng. I've come to escort you. May I see your party invitation?"
"Here."
He scanned the invitation with his lifeless eyes and handed it back to me.
"Confirmed. Please board the boat. I'll escort you to the party venue safely and swiftly."
Yuria and I climbed aboard the ferry.
It rocked.
Even though we were clearly on solid ground, the boat swayed as if it were floating on a river. It was an odd sensation.
The man who called himself Harteng's servant gripped his oar and rowed. The ferry lifted into the air. What was truly astonishing was that, despite floating in midair, there was no wind or pressure at all.
-Master. That man resembles an undead.
Yuria's telepathic message reached me. As expected of Yuria. Her sharp eyes had immediately discerned the ferryman's true nature.
The ferryman stood with his back turned. I mouthed words to convey my meaning to Yuria.
'A familiar created by implanting an artificial soul into a corpse. The body is definitely a corpse, but since it has a soul, it's a bit tricky to call it undead. Still, I'm classifying it as such.'
-If Master says it's undead, then it is.
The ferry ascended above the clouds, parting them instead of river water. It was quite the spectacle.
And in just three minutes, we arrived somewhere.
A massive cruise ship floated in the middle of a serene sea.
Sensorily speaking, the ferry hadn't moved all that fast compared to its flight. There had to be some special power in the boat itself, beyond just flying through the sky.
A quick glance around revealed ferries coming and going. Pale-faced ferrymen were ferrying party guests. Most of the guests, like me, wore masks.
'Those who receive Harteng's invitations are mostly tied to the underworld. Some are probably powerful hypocrites... People who'd be in trouble if their identities were exposed, so they wear masks.'
As we stepped off the ferry, a waiter approached us. A blonde woman in a crisp suit, her long golden hair tied back. Pretty face, great figure. But her eyes were dead.
"Who might you be?"
"I am the attendant Lamia. An attendant is assigned to each guest with a party invitation. Tell me if there's anything you desire, and I'll see to it. If I don't please you, I can summon another."
"No need. I like you just fine."
I handed her the invitation. After checking it, she gave bracelets to me and Yuria.
"The bracelets mark you as invited guests, so please wear them throughout the party."
We put them on right there.
"Allow me to show you to your quarters."
As expected, the room was as luxurious as a top-tier hotel suite. The bedroom, living room, bathroom—every inch of the interior was exquisite, and the decorations and furniture were all top-of-the-line.
Lamia handed us something like a button.
"This magic tool lets you contact or summon me. Press the button on the front and give your command. I'll take my leave now. Please rest comfortably."
"Hold on."
I stopped Lamia as she turned to go.
"Yes."
Lamia stood rigidly at attention. She was definitely a living human, but her eyes and movements felt like a programmed machine.
"If I give you an order, will you do anything?"
"Yes. Anything at all."
"You say that awfully easily. If I told you to die, would you?"
"If you command me to die, I will. However, in that case, no other attendant would be assigned to you. If I'm not to your liking, I can arrange a replacement."
I could tell there was no lie in her words. If I told this woman to die, she really would.
"Did Harteng brainwash you or something?"
"No. I've undergone no hypnosis or brainwashing whatsoever. I'm simply bound to Lord Harteng by contract."
"So you've dedicated everything to Harteng? Then what did you get from him in return?"
"I'm sorry. I can't say."
I could guess without her telling me.
Harteng was a high-ranking demon. Short of resurrecting the dead, he could grant almost any wish. Power if you wanted power, talent if you craved talent.
But you had to pay a price depending on what you wished for.
'Harteng makes bets with his contractors.'
For example, pitting contractors who sought power against each other—the winner gets freedom, the loser becomes a slave.
Or granting talent to a contractor with the condition that they reach the top of the world within a set time.
Lose the bet, and you become Harteng's slave. Like Lamia here.
"Lamia. Strip. Will you refuse this command too?"
"I'll strip. If you wish to take my body, it's yours. Serving and attending to guests is my duty."
Lamia removed her suit. Without hesitation, she shed her underwear too, standing naked.
Her skin was white as jade. Her waist curved smoothly, and her breasts were just the right size—perky and firm. Her nipples were a pale pink, like her lips.
Her upper body was appealing, but her lower half drew my eyes even more. Her pussy was perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight. Pale pink as well. A hint of her inner lips peeked out between her thighs.
Her hips were well-developed, and her snowy thighs captivated me. I wanted to touch them.
"How much sex experience do you have?"
"I'm sorry. I've never done it."
"Sorry my ass. That's even better."
I grinned and ordered her to sit in the chair in front of the sofa. Lamia obeyed without a word.
"That's an order. Masturbate."
"Yes."
Lamia began touching herself tentatively with both hands. Rubbing her nipples, gingerly stroking her pussy. Her movements were passive and clumsy. She probably didn't masturbate often.
"Answer me while you do it. What's the schedule like?"
"The evening after tomorrow, Lord Harteng will arrive. You just need to show your face then. Otherwise, your time is free."
I stared at Lamia's pussy. The pale pink folds had a small clit. It was a pretty shape overall. But there was no sign of it getting wet.
I sat on the wide sofa opposite her. Yuria was intently examining the magic tool Lamia had given us.
"I don't know much about this world's magic, but this tool is nothing special. No eavesdropping or recording functions."
"Good. Come sit beside me."
Yuria sat next to me. My hand naturally slipped under her skirt, fondling her soft thigh.
"Mm... Master. Aren't you going out?"
"Later. It'll just be crowded now with everyone arriving."
"Understood."
Yuria, who had changed only twenty minutes ago, began undressing me. I couldn't just sit idle—I stripped off her maid outfit.
"Lamia. Will you tell anyone our faces or names?"
"I won't divulge guests' privacy or personal information. I'll take it to my grave."
"Even if Harteng asks?"
"It's Lord Harteng's command. If he asks directly, I'd have no choice but to answer, but he won't."
"Yeah, figures. No matter how urgent, his pride won't allow it."
I knew from the original story. Harteng was the type to prioritize his pride and face even when cornered.
Naked, Yuria and I sat side by side on the sofa. Our hands lightly explored each other's intimate areas. But as time passed, the touches grew lewder, our arousals building.
Precum from my tip soaked Yuria's hand, while her pussy juices drenched mine.
My hand parted her pubic hair, spread her inner lips, and slid in my index, middle, and ring fingers—three in total. As they wriggled inside, scraping her walls, wet squelching sounds filled the room.
"Yuria sis."
I delivered my prepared line at the perfect moment.
"Ahh! Master...!"
The effect was immediate.
Her pussy clenched hard for an instant, then squirted. She'd climaxed.
I pulled my hand out. It was slick with sticky fluids.
"Master."
Yuria grabbed me and pushed. I lay back on the sofa, looking up at her. Her face was flushed with excitement, her blue eyes burning as they held mine.
"If you keep that up... I won't be able to hold back. Even now..."
Yuria leaned down. Her heavy breasts dangled, pressing against me. The soft flesh contrasted with her hard nipples.
Maybe because my body was small. Her already ample breasts felt even larger.
"It's fine. I give you permission. No need to hold back, Yuria sis."
"Ah... Yu-jin!"
Yuria devoured my body. Kissing me, gripping my waist and ass with her hands. She rubbed her pussy against my cock.
We sank deeper into sex.
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We fucked nonstop until dawn. Roughly over five hours by the clock. My stamina held up, but physically, it was exhausting.
I glanced at Lamia. She'd been masturbating the whole time while watching us. Her pussy was soaked.
"Yuria."
"Yes, Master."
Yuria, sprawled sweat-slick on the sofa, sat up and lifted me into her arms. My face sank into her cleavage. The plush sensation made my cock harden again.
"I can't move. Help me out."
"Yes. Leave it to me."
Yuria gripped my cock with one hand and positioned it at Lamia's pussy. It was soft and wet. Lamia looked up at me with her lifeless eyes.
"If you say no, we can stop here."
"Thank you for the consideration, but serving and attending guests is my duty. Please don't mind me—do as you wish."
"Alright then."
Yuria pushed my body forward. My cock plunged into Lamia's pussy. Her hymen tore. Red blood trickled down her thighs.
Lamia's expression showed no change after losing her virginity. But her pussy clenched rhythmically around me, and her breathing shifted slightly. She was feeling my cock properly.
"Sorry you had to lose your purity to a guy like me."
"It's fine. My purity holds no value anyway. I only hope it satisfies you."
"It does."
"I'm glad."
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We had a late breakfast and slept. Then, as dusk fell, we changed and stepped out.
It'd be a waste to hole up in the room at a luxury cruise ship party like this.
"I'll guide you starting from the nearby areas."
Under Lamia's guidance, we wandered around.
The ship's interior was far larger than I'd imagined. It had to be using spatial barrier magic or something similar.
The first stop was the pool. More opulent and flashy than any luxury hotel pool. Crowds of people were swimming. But maybe because of the pool setting, few wore masks.
"Are all those people guests? Quite a crowd."
"No. Only 850 guests were invited by Lord Harteng for this party. Those are his underlings. Higher status than me, but still low compared to actual guests."
"Would they die if I told them to?"
"The only life you can claim is mine, assigned to you."
I eyed one woman. A brunette lounging seductively on a sunbed, eyes closed in sleep. She looked familiar.
"Hmm. Seen her on TV... a model?"
"Yes. Some of them are models active around the world. All recipients of Lord Harteng's grace."
Grace.
In other words, all of them had contracted with Harteng.