Chapter 889
Chapter 889
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 889
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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Me, Kang Myeong-jin, and Elena headed to the ballroom under a servant's guidance. As we walked down the gorgeously decorated wide corridor, I could feel eyes on us. The other nobles were sneaking glances our way. To be precise, they were gauging Elena's mood.
I stole a quick look at Elena too. Unlike usual, she wasn't in her uniform but a dress. A white gown adorned lavishly with blue jewels. It screamed exorbitant price at first sight.
Click-clack.
She ignored all the stares directed at her and strode forward confidently.
The surprising one was Kang Myeong-jin. At a grand ball like this—no less one attended by nobles—he wasn't intimidated at all. He carried himself more nobly than most nobles there.
I was used to situations like this. In the recent Play world [Tyrant for You], we'd had banquets almost every day, and I'd experienced a ball in the [Hundred Ghosts] world too. No need to get cold feet with experience under my belt.
We entered the ballroom. Hundreds... no, what felt like thousands turned to look our way. Nobles. Their escort knights. Those under their patronage. All sorts of people filled the ball. But they shared one thing in common: none of them were ordinary.
The ballroom buzzed the moment Elena stepped in. Nobles approached her with proper etiquette.
"Your Grace, Duke Valdert! I am the one who has recently inherited the Count Herbert title..."
"You look beautiful as always, Your Grace, Duke Valdert. If it's not too much trouble, might you spare me a moment? I have a promising business venture that I believe would interest even you."
"Your Grace, Duke Valdert. I humbly request a dance with you."
The nobles swarmed like bees.
No wonder Elena distrusted humans. Every one of them wanted something from her. She ignored over 80% of them. The ones she responded to were either those with true noble dignity or ones connected to the Valdert family.
Tap-tap.
Kang Myeong-jin nudged my arm with his elbow.
"What?"
His touch as a guy irritated me a bit, sharpening my tone.
"I think I'll split off and move around on my own for a bit."
"Sure. Work even at a ball? Tough break."
I nodded in response. In the original story, Kang Myeong-jin had mingled with other Legion members and nobles to build connections.
"Eugene. You'd be better off sticking close to Duke Valdert."
"Was planning to... but why the sudden advice?"
"Bad vibes. And for some reason, she seems uneasy today."
With that, Kang Myeong-jin approached another nearby Legion master for a chat. I watched Elena from a step away. She was a power among powers. Most nobles fed her sweet nothings to curry favor.
"Sir Eugene."
A calm voice called me. I turned at the familiar yet unfamiliar tone. There was Seira. She wore a dress too. A seductive purple gown. Elegantly pinned-up ash-gray hair and a subtly alluring white neckline.
With perfect makeup, she looked so pure and feminine it was hard to believe she was the same training maniac.
"Lady Seira. You look... utterly stunning tonight."
Seira's cheeks flushed faintly. If no one else were around, I might've kissed her first.
"You look dashing too, sir. That cape especially stands out. Is that the Hecate Cape, the prize from the hunting tournament?"
"Yes. Sharp eye. Thought I'd show it off. Not many others wear it besides me."
I grabbed the red cape and shook it around. No shame in wearing it. The Hecate Cape was an SS-rank item. Like wearing treasure on your back.
"Sir. If you're alright with it, care to talk somewhere just the two of us? Too many people here... it's distracting."
"Not used to balls?"
"Not just balls—social events in general. I've only ever gripped a sword."
I glanced at Elena. She was still chatting with nobles. Kang Myeong-jin said to watch her, but she wasn't a kid; she could handle herself.
I politely offered my hand to Seira. She flinched in surprise but soon placed her hand atop mine. So soft.
"I'll escort you."
"...Please do."
Stares prickled as I looked around. Young men glared murderously at me. They'd had their eyes on Seira, apparently. I flashed them a grin and walked off with her. Seira followed quietly.
???
We headed up to the third floor of the ballroom.
First floor for dancing. Second for resting and eating. Third had private rooms. Shrouded by thick, dark red curtains, they were for nobles to rest. But was it really just for resting?
"Ahng, ang! Hngh...!"
"Haak, haang, ang!"
Ears perked in the third-floor hallway picked up women's moans. It was a rest area for nobles, but few came purely to rest.
'Nobles aren't all pure.'
Seira and I didn't enter a private room. I had her grip the third-floor railing, then lifted her dress skirt from behind.
"S-Sir! This is way too bold, even for you! What if someone sees...!"
"Relax, Seira. You haven't forgotten what cape I'm wearing, right?"
One of the Hecate Cape's abilities was S-rank Concealment. It hid appearance, presence, scent, and sound. With it, we wouldn't get caught. The catch: it only worked when wrapped around the body.
In other words, it didn't cover Seira, who was bent over gripping the railing with her ass out.
'But I've got something better than Concealment (S).'
Innate Trait: Deception (SS).
This superior ability could hide both me and Seira at once.
"See? No one's looking at us."
Few could pierce Deception (SS). Even Elena couldn't without serious effort, and Kang Myeong-jin's Dragon Eye (S) was a rank lower.
And as insurance against anyone who might, we'd picked a secluded corner on the third floor.
"Ah, no. If we make noise, someone might notice. There's a private room right next—better go inside..."
"Into one of these?"
I parted the curtain slightly. Inside, a naked man and woman were tangled up. Seira's face flushed red at peeking on their affair.
"Seira. Check out that guy's dick. Tiny compared to mine, right? He's terrible at sex too. The woman's clearly faking her moans."
"Wh-What are you saying all of a sudden? Don't badmouth them... No, lower your voice first."
"It's fine. They can't hear even if I shout."
I flung the curtain wider and raised my voice. But the pair rolling on the sofa didn't notice a thing.
"Illusion...?"
"Hecate Cape's power. You know who Hecate is?"
"...Mm. Goddess of magic, the divine seat contracted with that witch. Hecate... impressive. A kind of illusion, then?"
"Close enough."
Seira marveled, realizing they truly couldn't see us.
I led Seira inside the private room. They remained oblivious. The man huffed and puffed thrusting his hips; the woman beneath faked pleasure awkwardly.
"...I've seen the Hecate Cape's power. Let's go now."
I checked the woman's face. Not a beauty, not high nobility. High nobles wouldn't do sleazy stuff like this.
"Seira. Look at her pussy. Not even wet. Nothing like yours."
"Wh-What are you talking about?!"
"Just facts. Your pussy gushed when it took my cock... That guy's small aside, he sucks at sex. She's feeling nothing. Pitiful."
Not really pitiful, but whatever.
"E-Enough. Let's go!"
Seira grabbed my arm, face red, and dragged me out. Back outside, we resumed position.
Seira gripped the railing firmly with both hands. Bolder than before. She trusted my ability now.
I hiked her skirt up to her waist. Plump ass revealed. White stockings, garter belt. White panties. Firm, huge cheeks honed by training. Just looking made my cock throb hard.
Smooth-smooth. I stroked her ass with my palm. The center of her white panties started staining gray.
"You wore panties over the garter belt. Makes it easy for me to take off? You were looking forward to this, huh, Seira."
"...Just predicted your actions. And you acted as expected... Sir. We need to finish quick."
"Why?"
She wanted fast, so I used Sexual Sensitivity Boost while stroking her ass and thighs. Her feet in black high heels trembled pitifully.
The gray stain grew, clinging to her pussy and outlining it faintly. Stiff clit, neat inner lips. I couldn't hold back and pressed a finger to the wet spot.
Pressing her pussy made clear fluid squirt from the panties. Viscous liquid trickled slowly down my finger.
"Hng! Th-The Emperor will enter soon. We can't... commit blasphemy... So hurry... Fuck the lady's pussy with your cock."
Pfft. I chuckled.
"Where'd you learn such dirty talk?"
"Don't play innocent. You taught me. My body's been tamed by you. You won't shirk responsibility, right?"
Not wrong. I'd trained her in spare time these past few days.
"Of course I'll take responsibility. Seira, only I can dominate you."
"You're right. So hurry... Dominate me."
I pulled down her white panties. Strings of arousal stretched and snapped as they went. Panties taut below her thighs, stopped.
Her hot pink pussy gaped, drooling greedily. Even wetting her gray pubic hair.
Squelch.
My thick cock slid inside. Clear juices leaked with each inch.
"Haak, aaaah!"
Seira gripped the railing harder, letting out sweet moans unfit for her usual self. But no one but me heard.
"Tighter than usual. Super turned on, huh?"
Her soaked walls wrapped my cock. Proof her pussy was trained to mine.
"C-Can't help it. If we get caught... Just thinking about it makes my heart race so much... Hng!"
My cock nudged her cervix; her upper body slumped against the railing. Her massive tits squished against it through the dress.
I smacked her ass.
Smack!
"Heek?!"
"Chest up, Seira. Can't crumble at this. Show your pride as Lady of Arphis."
"G-Got it..."
Her bent arms straightened. I yanked her left tit out of the dress with one hand. Heavy breast sagged against gravity. Opposite of the right one pinned by fabric. Right noble, left slutty.
"Hng! Nipples gently... haang! Gently, I said... ang!"
I kneaded her huge breast, pinched and twisted her hard nipple between fingers, thrusting rhythmically.
Thud-thud-thud.
Flesh slapping echoed endlessly.