Chapter 890
Chapter 890
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 890
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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“Hahk, hng... Aghh...”
Seira's hands gripped the railing tightly, trembling uncontrollably. Her head hung low, and clear saliva trickled from her lips down her chin, dripping to the floor below.
Right beneath her stood a young lady who looked even younger than Seira. She had been chatting animatedly with the other nobles when she suddenly snapped her head up. Her gaze fixed on the bowed figure of Seira.
“Miss? Is something wrong?”
“Didn’t a drop of water just fall from the ceiling? It felt like it landed on my head...”
“Oh my. There really is a water drop on you. Is there a hole in the ceiling or something...?”
“Haha. Ladies, this is the heart of the Yustria Empire—the imperial palace. A hole in the ceiling? Absolutely not.”
“...I suppose you're right. This is the palace, after all... But this water feels kind of sticky for some reason...”
“It's probably just some spilled drink. Must've stuck to the wall and fallen down. Here, Miss, let me wipe it off for you.”
“Oh my, thank you, young lord.”
“Just doing what any gentleman would. If you're alright with it, would you care to dance with me?”
“Yes, I'd be delighted.”
The scene below was all warm and cheerful.
Then, footsteps approached from behind. The man and woman who had been entangled in the private room emerged outside.
“Refreshing, isn't it? Madam, your body was exquisite. How was my performance?”
“...Do you really have to say it out loud? How vulgar, Baron.”
“Haha. Be honest with me. That's what I want.”
“...It was good.”
“Which part?”
“...Well, everything was so good overall that it's hard to pinpoint just one thing.”
“You're truly fortunate to have met me, Madam. A man skilled in both night and day affairs is rare. Speaking of which, how do I compare to your late husband?”
“Baron...!”
“Don't get upset. No one's around to hear us. Besides, we're accomplices. Pretending to be high and mighty alone would just be pathetic.”
“...Haa. You were better than my late husband, Baron. It's the first time I've felt this way. Satisfied now that you've heard my true feelings?”
“Mmm. More than satisfied.”
“...Baron, how's that matter progressing?”
“Smoothly. Have you forgotten who I am? I'm a loyal servant of Crown Prince His Highness. When His Highness rightfully ascends the throne, I'll become an earl and receive five territories. Of course, you'll be the earl's wife.”
“Just hearing that makes me look forward to that day!”
They walked away.
That baron must be one of the nobles aligned with the crown prince. He wouldn't get his reward. Elena didn't want the crown prince to become emperor. Even if he did, the crown prince wouldn't look after random hangers-on. He'd be discarded when the time came.
“Hahk, ah, aaang! G-Gyaaang...”
“What's wrong?”
“Hng... Stop now... Pour your seed into me, give me your baby! My womb craves your baby so much... it's driving me mad. Haaa!”
Slap.
I timed it perfectly, smacking her ass. Seira shuddered violently. Her pussy clenched tight around my cock, squeezing hard as a flood of her juices poured out, staining the floor. A small puddle had already formed there.
The seventh time. She'd been pounded relentlessly by me for twenty minutes straight. She climaxed nearly every three minutes. Meanwhile, I hadn't cum even once.
“No.”
Squelch, squelch.
I grabbed her reddened ass—now marked by my handprints—and thrust my hips. She was so soaked that even part of my pants was getting wet from her fluids.
“Aaang! Ang! Why...?! Ghut...”
“You said it yourself. We have to finish before the emperor arrives. So I'll end it when the emperor gets here.”
“Y-You're impossible... Haaaang!”
Seira's upper body started sliding down toward the railing. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back toward me. She twisted her head to kiss me. Of course, my rock-hard cock dutifully kept pistoning into her pussy the whole time.
As I continued enjoying this delightful fuck with Seira, I noticed the atmosphere in the ballroom shift.
Delsar Yustria.
The next emperor of the Yustria Empire had entered. Every noble fell silent, eyes fixed on him.
Duke of the Foolish Sword Noit Arphis, Duke of the Iron Man Holland Ronmasid, Duke of Fantasy Elena Valderte. Even those three watched the crown prince intently.
The crown prince was a handsome blond with red eyes that radiated arrogance and piercing insight. He looked like he could be the male lead in a romance fantasy novel—and he was indeed competent.
The crown prince moved with leisure. A throng of nobles trailed behind him—his supporters. They stuck together tightly, as if everyone else were the enemy. The nobles following him reeked of undisguised ambition.
The crown prince greeted them in order: Duke of the Iron Man, Duke of the Foolish Sword, Duke of Fantasy. Considering the Duke of Fantasy was closest, it was clearly deliberate.
“Aang! Ang! Haaaang!”
I kept Seira draped over the railing, thrusting while observing the crown prince. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Fucking like this sharpened my focus.
One woman near the crown prince caught my eye.
A bright blonde in a pristine white dress, her face veiled in translucent gauze. Even so, her visible features marked her as a stunning beauty.
K-cup breasts. Massive orbs like basketballs attached to her body—an outrageously huge rack that felt lewd and vulgar on its own. Yet her neatly clasped hands and poised stance exuded elegance.
Her presence radiated nobility. Most men wouldn't see her sexually because of it. Her purity was so profound that even I involuntarily thought of the Virgin Mary.
'That's exactly why I want to fuck her.'
I recognized her.
Gabriel.
An executive of the Angelus Legion.
I licked my lips as I admired Gabriel's figure.
Thwack! Thud! Boom!
“Haaang! S-Suddenly so rough... Hng! I'm cumming... Cummingggg!”
Seira convulsed. I kneaded her breasts dangling over the railing. My eyes stayed locked on Gabriel.
Then, Gabriel's head turned my way. I panicked. Her gaze had unmistakably locked onto me and Seira.
Gabriel whipped her head away.
'She pierced through my Deception (SS).'
Gabriel was capable of it. Like Artemis, she had a divine vessel, but her mind was real.
'Not surprising for someone like Gabriel.'
She showed no sign of pointing me out or revealing what she'd seen, so I kept fucking. Gabriel remained silent, simply walking beside the crown prince. Whenever someone tried to speak to her, the crown prince intercepted first.
I kept pounding her pussy while waiting for the emperor.
“Hup, hahk... Ang, ehng...”
Another hour passed.
Seira's body had gone limp. Her reactions weakened. Each thrust elicited only faint whimpers, and her ass was bright red from my palm prints.
Then the emperor entered. Only then did I finally creampie her pussy. Holding back for an hour and a half while pounding away had been tough even for me.
“Ah, aaaaah, aaaaaah...”
Seira, breasts exposed and ass thrust out toward me, let out moans of ecstasy. The emperor walked the red carpet amid grand music, heading to his throne.
“As promised... that's it for now.”
For the first time in an hour and a half, I fully pulled out. White steam rose faintly from my cock and her pussy.
“Huuuuu...”
Seira's body slumped below the railing. Her upper body hit the floor, knees splayed wide and bent to touch down. Her raised ass twitched, anus and pussy quivering. The white garter belt suited that ass perfectly, even now.
Pew-pew-pew!
Her pussy contracted rapidly, squirting the cum inside out like a water gun, splattering the floor. Semen kept oozing from her slit.
Seeing the cum, I gave a wry smile. Maybe from holding back and just thrusting for so long, it was thicker than usual.
“Seira. Can you move?”
“Ahh... Aaaaah...”
Trickle-trickle.
A hot liquid different from semen gushed from her pussy. She'd lost control of her bladder.
“Oh shit!”
I hurriedly summoned a towel from my inventory and tossed it under her. If her piss flowed down below, we'd be in trouble.
Her little accident ended soon enough. The thick white cum filling her pussy dripped down bit by bit.
Gentleman that I am, I wiped her pussy clean with the handkerchief, then led her back into the private room. I sat her on the sofa, straightened her dress, cleaned her up, and put fresh panties on her. That's when she opened her eyes.
“...Where is this?”
“Private room. The emperor's here in the ballroom now, and I need to go see Elena... Can you manage on your own?”
“I can move. But... I don't want to. Sorry, my lord. I'll rest here.”
“Alright. Rest well.”
As I turned to leave, she reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Daughter of the Duke of the Foolish Sword, alright—her grip was no joke.
“...My lord. Don't you feel like something's missing?”
I pondered for a moment, then chuckled and approached her, leaning down slightly.
“Mm...”
Our lips met. I kissed her deeply for a while before heading out.
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“You're late.”
Elena lightly scolded me. As her escort knight, I had no excuse.
“Sorry.”
“Had fun with Seira on the third floor? She looked half-dead. A bit surprising, honestly.”
“...You knew?”
“You were so blatant, it put us in an awkward spot. Seems like just me and that woman noticed.”
The woman Elena meant was Gabriel. She was doing nothing, just standing by the crown prince. Gabriel was his bodyguard.
“All the audience is here.”
“All of them? I don't see the Millennium Duke or the Water Clothes Duke.”
“Didn't notice? They're there. Millennium Duke behind the emperor, Water Clothes Duke on the third floor over there.”
Sure enough.
Behind the aged emperor stood a black long-haired man in uniform—the Millennium Duke Karon Brantis. Inheritor of dragon blood, he didn't age and had no fixed lifespan. True to his title, he'd lived over a thousand years.
The green-haired man leaning against a pillar on the third floor with arms crossed was the Water Clothes Duke Eimuls Overfrost.
The emperor and princes. And all five great dukes of the empire. Gathered in one place. No coincidence—Elena had arranged it.
“......Why didn't I notice them right away?”
“Obviously, they were concealing their presence. You're not skilled enough to spot them immediately yet.”
“Can't argue with that.”
I smiled bitterly.
“When do we start?”
“Now.”
Elena stepped forward. Clack, clack. Every gaze in the room turned to her as she walked. She didn't falter under the scrutiny.
“Elena Valderte greets His Imperial Majesty, the great emperor.”
Elena didn't kneel. She merely bowed slightly at the waist. She had the right. As one of the empire's five great pillars.
“...It's been a while, Duke Valderte. I know you gathered the Five Great Dukes here. You've graced the ballroom, but it worries me instead.”
“Your Majesty, I act only for the empire.”
“Very well. What is it you wish to say to me?”
“I beseech Your Majesty to strip Crown Prince Delsar of his title. The current crown prince lacks the qualification to inherit the throne.”
The room gasped in shock. No one spoke, but I felt the tension.
The emperor remained composed. His red eyes were impassive.
“If anyone else dared utter such words to me, I'd have their head this instant. But you are one of the five pillars upholding the empire. I do not doubt your loyalty. What is your reason for demanding the prince's deposition?”