Chapter 632
Chapter 632
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 632
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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Seira's eyes widened in shock as she spotted the tattoo etched on Telmas's back.
It depicted a skull with a long horn protruding from its forehead, bound by chains made of bone.
"Bone Castle!"
"Bone Castle?"
"Five years ago, my father wiped out that black mage cult. I heard they were completely eradicated... but some remnants must have survived."
"Then why do these guys have tattoos on their backs?"
"That's... Ah, there it goes, fading away just in time."
I widened my eyes. Suddenly, Telmas's corpse was crumbling into dust and vanishing.
"When Bone Castle black mages die, their bodies and souls are dragged off to the demons they've contracted with. They'll spend eternity as demon slaves, writhing in agony."
It wasn't all that surprising.
This world had gods, so why wouldn't it have demons?
"There's a door where he came out. Let's check inside."
It was the space where he'd actually been living. A rickety bed, scattered clothes, and all sorts of unidentified potions filled the room. The most abundant item was Yet powder—piled up to nearly 10kg.
On the desk sat thick books and the shriveled corpse of a lizard. The stench was foul.
"Think the clue he mentioned is here?"
"We have to look. And if he wasn't a complete idiot, he would've left some info on his client."
"To guard against betrayal, right?"
"Dogs biting the hand that feeds them is pretty common."
Seira nodded with a bitter expression. In this world, tales of being discarded after serving one's purpose were commonplace, no matter where you went.
And we found it—a single sheet of parchment hidden inside the mattress of his bed.
"......"
"......"
We fell silent, staring in astonishment.
The parchment bore a map. Not of this area, but another district. It pointed to the client's secret hideout. And on one edge was info about the client.
Barclay Legion Union.
The greatest legion on the Atlantis continent.
A single legion formed from the alliance of over fifty others.
Telmas's client was Rohad Case, one of the Barclay Legion Union's executives.
"Whew... This is a headache."
Seira shook her head. Even the Arphis Ducal House couldn't trifle with the Barclay Legion Union. For starters, it operated beyond the Justia Empire's influence, and its scale was immense.
"You gonna ask about it?"
We could pretend not to know about this parchment. Then we wouldn't get tangled up with Barclay. They'd want to keep something like this quiet too.
"I can't. I'll take this and show it to my father. But you—forget you ever saw it. This is Arphis family business. No need for you to get involved."
"On your word alone?"
"Urk... W-what do you want?"
Seira's face flushed red. She knew exactly what I desired.
"I'll tell you later. That okay?"
"Mm... Fine..."
Seira nodded, looking uneasy.
We gathered what we wanted and headed out. I requested the 10kg of Yet powder, and surprisingly, she handed it over without much fuss.
"There was that unpleasant business between us... but you did help me. I can spare this much Yet powder."
"Thanks."
"Looks like you've taken an interest in training with Yet powder yourself."
"Yeah... something like that."
Using something this good for training? For a moment, I thought her head was wired strangely, but I decided to understand. Seira was the type who spent every free moment training, after all.
"Now all that's left is tracking down and killing the Yet Slug Queen somewhere in the Yet Mountains."
"Judging by the incubators, there might be more than one or two."
"Which means we need to move fast."
We stayed in the Yet Mountains another two days, taking down three more Yet Slug Queens.
Of course, at night and during breaks, Seira and I would entwine our bodies.
'Thanks to our agreement, sex has been a breeze.'
When nothing special was going on and we were alone, she was mine. She could refuse my advances, of course. But during breaks and at night, she never did.
Mission complete, we circled the city stealthily to slip inside. Seira was naked under nothing but a coat—we couldn't let soldiers or knights see her like that. Once in, she changed clothes, and we met with the city's acting lord, Baron Pollux.
"Lady Seira, you've finally returned! We were so worried!"
"Unexpected issues delayed me."
"Unexpected issues...?"
"There was more than one Yet Slug Queen."
"That can happen!? It's the first time since I was posted to Yet City."
"It's sensitive, so I can't give you the details, Baron. I'd appreciate your understanding."
"I do. You must be exhausted. We'll hold a banquet tonight—please rest."
"No. Sorry, Baron, but I need to head back right away. I have to report to Father in person."
"Is it that urgent?"
Seira nodded gravely.
"The citizens will be disappointed, but it can't be helped. We'll await your next visit, Lady Seira."
"Sorry, Baron. See you next time."
The knights and I followed Seira as she hurried back to the Arphis estate.
Afterward, Seira had a private audience with Duke Arphis. I don't know exactly what they discussed. But given the duke's personality, this matter wouldn't be dropped easily.
???
After resting up at the Arphis Ducal House, I headed to the underground training hall the very next day.
Sure enough, Seira was already there, swinging her greatsword. True to her training fanatic nature, she never skipped a day.
I glanced around. Just her and me. The attendants waited outside the hall. Standard procedure—every house kept training sessions private.
Without Seira's permission, no one entered. And the soundproofing was flawless.
"You're here?"
"Training hard again today, huh? After all that yesterday, aren't you tired?"
"Resting because you're tired defeats the point of training. You have to do it every day."
"Can't argue with that."
Sweat beaded on Seira's forehead and trickled down into the valley of her cleavage. Her training garb was as sexy as ever.
"Remember that thing from before?"
"That thing?"
"When we searched the old black mage's room."
"...I remember. I agreed to grant your request in exchange for your silence."
Seira tensed up. Her uneasy gaze fixed on me.
"I'm cashing it in today, Seira."
"What kind of request? I'll warn you upfront—if it's something I can't do, I won't."
"It's fine. Not a tough one."
I held out the envelope I'd brought. She took it hesitantly, eyeing me and it suspiciously.
"...What's this?"
"Open it."
Seira opened the envelope but tilted her head, still confused.
"Change into that."
"Change...? W-wait. This has way too little fabric...! It's smaller than my underwear! This is... this is...!"
"It's fine. Just wear it. I eyeballed the size, so it should fit. Oh, and change in front of me."
"C-can't you ask for something else?"
Seira's face burned crimson as she pleaded with her eyes.
I shook my head firmly.
"No."
"...F-fine. I'll honor your request."
With a resigned sigh, Seira began undressing, flinching as she went. Her voluptuous figure emerged. No bra, as expected, and her panties were flashy purple lingerie. She stripped those off too, leaving her fully nude. I picked up her discarded panties.
"What are you doing?!"
"Thought something might be on them."
I flipped them over. The crotch was sticky with her love juices. Overcome with shame, she avoided my gaze, head bowed. She covered her groin with her hand, so I couldn't see.
But her pussy was definitely soaked.
"Hurry and change."
"...Got it."
What I'd given her was a perfect milk cow bikini that suited Seira. The tiny fabric let her areolas peek out, and some pubes too, but it matched her ash-gray hair beautifully. Adding the headband with cow ears and horns made it nearly perfect.
'Her nipples are rock-hard. Visible even through the bikini.'
But not quite complete. I pulled the remaining item from the envelope—a cow tail.
"How'd you forget this?"
"I didn't know how to wear it. Hook it to the clothes?"
"Simple. Shove it up your ass to secure it."
"A-are you insane?! Stick that in my anus?!"
"Hard to do alone, right? Turn around. I'll help."
"Please, anything but that..."
"You promised to grant my request. And we agreed before—when we're alone... you're mine. You're not going back on your word, are you?"
She clamped her mouth shut. She always kept her promises.
"...Fine. Do what you want."
I moved behind Seira.
"Stick your ass out a bit."
"...Like this?"
"A little more."
Her large, firm, perfectly shaped white ass thrust backward. I pulled down the bikini panties. A sticky thread connected her pussy to the fabric.
I spread her cheeks with my hands. Her tightly puckered anus came into view—pale pink and cute.
"Relax your butthole. It's small, so it'll go in easy. No need to tense up. Like a suppository. Suppository."
"Suppository? What's that?"
"Uh... medicine you insert anally."
"That weird stuff exists?"
"It does. Here it goes."
"Eek...!"
I inserted the cow tail into her asshole. There was slight resistance, but its size made it slide in smoothly. I pulled her bikini panties back up. The tail poked out between her cheeks, swaying.
"That it...?"
"That's just the start."
Next, I handed her water laced with Yet powder.
"Do I have to take the Yet powder?"
"Sex with a hypersensitive body feels amazing."
Having tried it once before, Seira swallowed hard despite pretending otherwise. She was eager. At my urging, she chugged the water like it was nothing.
"Hoooh..."
She exhaled deeply. Yet powder's effects kicked in immediately.
I pulled Seira into an embrace and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined. My hands slowly caressed her lower back and thighs.
"Mm... Nngh..."
Plenty of time—no need to rush. I'd arouse her gradually.
'Still, gotta use Sexual Sensitivity Boost.'
Less than ten minutes later, she was panting. Love juices streamed down her thighs. Her nipples strained erect, looking painful.
"Now... put it in now... Haa..."
Seira clutched my arms, her hot breath washing over me.
"Seira, get on all fours like a cow. Do that, and I'll make you feel good."
"Like a cow...? What do you take me for? I'm... the lady of House Arphis."
Her mouth complained, but her body obediently dropped to her knees on the floor. Her already huge breasts dangled even lower, looking massive. I pushed the bikini top aside. Her stiff pink nipples pointed downward.
I straddled her back. Reaching down, I milked her huge nipples like squeezing udders. No milk came out—she wasn't pregnant, after all.
"Ahng! Ang! Aaaang!"
"Seira, cows don't moo like that. You know how they sound, right?"
"You want to humiliate me that far...!"
"You're misunderstanding. Right now, you're not Lady Arphis. You're my toy. Do what I want. No one but me—your owner—will ever see you like this."
"...Nngh..."
Seira hesitated, then surrendered fully and obeyed.
"Moo, mooo~ Moo moo~!"
"Hahaha. Good girl, Seira. Let's go one lap around the training hall like this."
Mounted on her back, I smacked her ass with my palm.
"Moooo~!"