Chapter 633
Chapter 633
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 633
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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I treated Seira like a milk cow.
Considering her status, it wouldn't be strange if my head rolled right then and there. But the one being treated like a cow didn't get angry, even if she felt humiliated. And surprisingly, she obeyed my words quite well.
Smack. Smack.
"Haaah! U-Uncle~!"
Every time I smacked her ass while riding on her back, Seira crawled faster across the training grounds. At the same time, I could see transparent love juices dripping onto the floor.
I'd noticed it during our daily training sessions. She quite liked being on the receiving end. Seeing her face flushed with panting and her pussy soaked confirmed it.
I gave her a bit more humiliation before laying her down in the middle of the training grounds. My cock was reaching its limit, too.
I looked down at Seira lying on the floor. She grabbed her own thighs and spread them wide, taking a position perfect for me to thrust into. Her breasts, wrapped in her arms, looked ready to thrust forward.
"Un-Uncle! On second thought, doing it in the training grounds isn't right! These are fresh training grounds! We could go to your room or mine, but please, not here... Hnngh!"
I placed my foot on Seira's pussy. I could feel the shape of her pussy through the cow bikini panties under my sole.
"Haaah, aaaahhh! St-Stop, haaaah!"
I pressed down on her pussy firmly. My sole was already drenched in sticky juices. Feeling her erect clit, I wedged it between my toes and squeezed tight.
Her body twitched.
"You've already done everything else, so why stop now? Besides, you're excited too, Seira."
I lifted my foot and pulled her panties aside.
A hot, feminine scent hit me. Her pussy was a mess. Of course her gray pubic hair was soaked, her clit was pathetically erect, and her labia were lewdly swollen. Yet her vaginal entrance throbbed, leaking juices, begging for my cock.
Squelch!
I shoved my index and middle fingers into her pussy hole. I stirred her insides once through my fingers.
"Haaaak, aaaaaaaah!"
She threw her head back, sticking out her tongue. Her toes trembled wildly, and a squirt of fluid burst from her pussy.
I pulled out my fingers and held them in front of her eyes. Seeing them slick with her fluids twisted Seira's expression.
"You're soaked like this. More slutty than I thought. Milady Cow."
"D-Don't call me by that weird nickname!"
"Just calling it like I see it. Alright... Here we go!"
Slam!
I rammed my cock into Seira's pussy. It plunged straight to her cervix in one go.
"Hoooh, hooooooooh!"
She writhed in pleasure. Gone was her usual dignified air. The woman before me was nothing but a lewd, vulgar cow.
I buried my face in her ample breasts and moved my hips back and forth. Despite squirting juices like a broken faucet, her tightness was impressive.
Slam! Splish! Thud!
"Aaaang! Ang! Haaahn!"
Seira spread her arms and pulled me into a hug.
After thrusting repeatedly, I began my first creampie of the day, and she hit yet another climax—I'd lost count.
"Haaaaaaaang!"
We switched positions.
This time, I lay on the floor, and she mounted me, bouncing up and down. The sight of her jiggling massive tits paired with her toned abs was incredible. Just watching made me feel good.
"Ang! Aaaang!"
Seira loved cowgirl. She seemed to enjoy taking control herself.
Squelch-squelch!
After pistoning wildly for a while, she leaned forward. Her huge breasts squished against my chest, and her lips covered mine.
We sweated through lunch and into dinner time in the training grounds. Of course, other fluids flowed even more.
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After dinner, I had a private meeting with Duke Arphis. His complexion looked far more fatigued than when we'd first met.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Sir. An incident delayed things more than expected. And thank you for helping Seira with the Yet Mountain matter."
"Not at all. Your family's gracious hospitality made my stay comfortable."
I was the grateful one.
He was one of the men responsible for bringing a beauty like Seira into this world, after all.
"This is the reply to Duke Balderdt's letter. For this incident alone, I've decided to support her. The crown prince crossed the line."
Duke Arphis handed me the letter, stamped with his family seal. My mission ended with delivering it to Elena.
"...But is it alright to tell me this?"
"Do you think I'd say it without thought? After various investigations, I'm convinced you have Duke Balderdt's trust. Even if you know, he won't nitpick. You already knew the letter's contents to some extent, didn't you?"
I stayed silent for a moment before replying.
"...Thank you. This completes my mission successfully."
"Leaving right away?"
"I'll stay tonight and depart tomorrow morning. Would it be alright to linger a bit longer?"
"Of course. I respect your wishes. You could even stay a few more days."
"That would delay things too much."
"Is there nothing else you desire? I heard roughly from Seira about what you did at Yet Mountain. I'd like to reward you."
"I'm fine. Just did what needed doing."
"Enough humility. If you take no reward, other nobles will mock House Arphis."
He tied it to his house's honor. Refusing outright would be rude. To avoid pointless argument, I needed to ask for something reasonable. And I did want something.
"I want Yet Powder. Using it once with Lady Seira's help was a great training aid."
I had no intention of wasting the precious stuff on training. I'd use it sparingly later with women.
"Five pouches of Yet Powder?"
"That's far more than I expected. You'd give that much?"
"Normally, no way. But as you know, this incident increased Yet Slugs fivefold or more. Five pouches won't hurt us."
"I gratefully accept."
"Will you attend the Decennial Festival, Sir?"
"I must escort Duke Balderdt, so yes."
"Then we'll meet again."
"Yes. Looking forward to it. I'll take my leave."
Back in my room, I didn't sleep. I sat on the bed, gazing out the window. Night had fallen, and the surroundings were dark. Unlike real-world Seoul, people here mostly went home to sleep at night.
Creeeak.
The door opened, and Seira entered as I'd been waiting. I grinned and welcomed her. I was leaving tomorrow, so I needed to soothe our parting regrets tonight.
"Come in. Seira. Where'd you put the outfit I told you to wear? You're in a coat?"
"Un-Uncle told me to wear it, and I did."
Seira opened her coat. She was wearing the cow bikini I'd given her during the day. Complete with the cow tail.
"Why the coat?"
"If the servants saw this shameless outfit, my life would be over. I needed at least the coat to cover up!"
"You have the skill to avoid prying eyes."
Seira's skills surpassed mine. Knight captain level or higher. Aside from Duke Arphis, no one here could stop her. If she hid her presence, servants or regular knights wouldn't notice.
"You never know! And Uncle! You're mistaken if you think I'll obey everything you say!"
"Got it. Got it."
I nodded casually. Disappointing, but arguing over this was a waste of time.
I handed Seira the prepared glass of water. She flinched. Naturally, it wasn't plain water. Yet Powder mixed at over five times the strength. She knew it too.
"Drink."
"You put Yet Powder in it, right? ...Do I have to?"
"Sex after that feels amazing, doesn't it?"
"...Then why aren't you drinking it?"
"If I take Yet Powder, I'll get too lost in it."
"What?"
"No confidence in stopping midway. Might end up fucking you nonstop for a week. Want that?"
"N-No way!!"
Seira gulped down the Yet Powder water. Her body shivered immediately after.
"Hnnngh?!"
"What's wrong?"
"How much Yet Powder did you put...!"
"A bit much. Now, crawl over here like a cow."
I spread my arms. She hesitated, then shed her coat and crawled toward me slowly. My throbbing cock waited erect before her face. She opened wide and took it in her mouth.
"Haaang...."
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Three days after Sung Yu-jin left.
As always, Seira headed to the underground training grounds upon waking.
Her routine hadn't changed. Sword from morning till night. But a small change had crept into her mind.
Every time she entered the training grounds and drank Yet Powder, Sung Yu-jin came to mind. And thinking of him made her pussy throb and her hips tremble. Anything long and blunt like a sword hilt reminded her of his cock.
'Get a grip, Seira!'
She'd shake her head to clear the thoughts.
But at night, right before sleep, her body heated up uncontrollably. She'd suppressed her lust with training until now, but once unleashed, it was uncontrollable.
Eventually, she masturbated by touching her pussy before bed. But even that satisfied her only the first time; by the second night, it wasn't enough.
'Back then, I was relieved he was leaving...'
She'd thought without him, no more daily sex, full focus on training. But as time passed, thoughts of him overtook training in her mind.
Finally, she decided to meet Sung Yu-jin once more. His nagging presence in her head needed resolving in person.
Seira met Noit.
"Father. I'll attend this Decennial Festival too."
"You? What wind blew this sudden change?"
Noit eyed her suspiciously.
House Arphis was famous for avoiding social events. His nickname "Foolish Sword Duke" implied dedicating solely to the sword, shunning salons. Seira, like her father, hadn't attended one since debuting young. No need.
One of the Empire's Five Great Dukes. House Arphis stood strong without salons; as heir, Seira didn't need one for a partner.
"It's the Decennial. Feels like if not now, never again."
"Even in Atlantis, another could come. By then, you'll be the duke."
"Then I'd have to attend official events whether I like it or not."
"Perfect timing, then. Gain experience beforehand."
"If that's your will, I won't stop you. Better for me, actually. Excited to visit the capital with my daughter after so long."
Seira turned coldly. Business done.
"Need to prepare a dress."
"I have several."
"Empire fashion changes fast. Wearing those would make House Arphis seem outdated. Get new ones tailored."
"...Yes. Alright."
"Any chance you're attending for Sir Sung Yu-jin?"
"Absolutely not."
She denied vehemently and returned to her room. Dressing alone without maids, she frowned before the mirror.
'Tights around chest and hips. And...'
Seira raised her hands. Calluses and scars everywhere.
Hands she'd once been proud of looked utterly unrefined today.
The nobles would gossip if they saw.
'For the family... maybe erase the scars.'
One man had begun changing her life.